She covers herself with her hands, glancing about to try to make sense of things. “You, man with bow. I’m not sure what’s going on here, but you’re going to help me. What is this place, and what am I doing here... like this?”
She speaks with the presumptuous air of someone who expects to get what she wants. “Fortunately for you, you’re in the right place at the right time to help. You’ll be generously rewarded if you can escort me safely to my estate. Give me your clothes, unless you have something more suitable for me to wear.”
She rattles off a lie as if it were second nature to her, but somehow it feels right to her.
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Honor
"Well, I'd say it's your lucky day, then." She gives a saucy wink to hide her discomfit at not knowing how she arrived here. "Although I wouldn't want to cause too much of a stir -- is there something I might slip into? I promise to make it worth your while."
Vilana was torn between the wish to run to the village and that call, she could hear from ... what is it? A door, probably, but leading where? Pitch black even for her, that was not supposed to be. Or was it? She shook her head. "I am Vilana" she said out loud only to hear something else, besides the calling. Senses were slowly returning, or appearing - she was not sure. She looked through the opening again - in the village can be people. They can be friendly - or not. But most likely they will be dressed. Whatever this place is, a quick search in the "darkness" should not hurt (hopefully), and she was not going to move too far - just to check before leaving that room.
Almost instinctively, Sylcan backed away from the light shining through the hole in the ceiling. While it was a viable option to exit this room he was in, he knew that going around without a form of covering would be problematic. Evaluating his other options, Sylcan came to the conclusion that he should go through the exit directly in front of him. The darkness called to him, and to the darkness he would respond. In a way that felt right to him, he proceeded to walk into the darkness, pushing aside the nearly-broken door, and, as he walked through the darkness, allowed his thoughts to wander back to his situation. Sylcan, probing the recesses of his mind, asking himself an question asked by all, "Who am I?"
Tessa moves towards the laundry line using the underbrush to block the line of sight from the cottage. She carefully observes where to place which foot prior to taking her next step. She never takes her eyes from the clothesline nor the cottage beyond it. She wonders to herself, "Where am I? How do I know to move stealthily and to use the underbrush to conceal my movements?" She secures some clothing to conceal her nakedness, knowing it to be a tool at her disposal, should it be needed; but like all strengths to be hidden until the need presents itself. Clothed she approaches the cottage that calls to her, similar to a moth to a flame. She moves to listen at the door.
At the door you listen, but do not hear any noises from beyond.
"Naivara," Naivara says, taking the clothes gratefully, "and thank you again." She waits for the men to leave before getting dressed quickly and going to join them outside, looking around for the strange force pulling her away
Once dressed you step outside, finding a town that looks to be rebuilding up from a site of ancient ruins. Across the road is another shop, this one with a sign over it of a lion rampant. As the elderly man sees you step out of his shop, and glance around, he nods to the shop across the way. "That's the Lionshield Coster." He explains. "More of an adventurer's outfitter than my own general-goods shop."
Your eyes are drawn towards the center of town, where you spot two figures escorting a third figure between them. The third figure seems to be the source of the force that is drawing you.
"You just missed that business." Barthin explains as he sees where you are looking now. "Lad tried to steal some items from my shop, but me and the boys held him until the guards there arrived. Nothing to worry about now, they'll have the fellow locked up in no time." He turns back to you directly. "Now, once you get funds, just come on back and pay for what you have there, and we'll be right as rain." With that he turns to go back inside.
Naivara nods, "Thank you again," she watches them return into the store and starts for the center of town, trying to figure out why she felt the way she did.
Latrius frowns in confusion, looking down at himself, then at the acolyte, then at the cloak.
"Er . . .do you mind if I take this? I feel like it's mine, or it was?"
He presses the heel of his palm to his forehead.
"Gods, I can't remember anything. My head . . .er, I don't supposed you'd happen to have some clothes as well? Besides the cloak?"
"My cloak?" The elven female asks with a raised eyebrow. "No, I don't think you can just have the cloak." She frowns though. "Are you ok?" Then she nods her head. "Yes, I can get you some other things to wear." She explains. "I have a few items people donate from time to time after all." She moves to a box near the cloak and pulls several things out of it. Most are many-times patched, and of very low quality, but they are serviceable. You get a tunic, britches, a belt, and a pair of ratty boots.
Straightening she glances to you, then to the cloak, then seems to make a decision. "I would be willing to trade you the cloak if you will do a service for me." She explains as she hands over the other items. "Are you interested?"
"Thank you, Daran. I'm grateful for your generosity." " Kierro says, his voice and mannerisms becoming lighter and more at ease now that he is clothed. "My name is Kierro. Kierro Hawklight." He cheerfully walks with the elf toward the cabin, but he can't help staring at the ring for a while. Once inside, Daran notices, and Kierro asks: "I hate to pry, especially this soon after we've met, but I can't help but notice... your ring; there's something remarkably special about it that I can't quite figure out. May I ask about it if it wouldn't be too much trouble?"
"My ring?" He asks, holding up the hand with the ring on it. He nods at it and then glances to you. "It is an old ring, I found it while adventuring some time ago. I doubt if it was yours, as it has never left my side in the last 50 or more years." He shrugs as he slips it off of his finger. "It has some magic in it, but nothing I have been able to access myself." Holding it up he shrugs and tosses it to you. "Maybe you can unlock its power if it calls to you so much."
"Would you care to explain what power brought you into my sanctum?" The wizard said, clearly amused at your predicament. He nods to the thug when the man gives the wizard a questioning look at your order. The man remove shis own cloaka nd tosses it to you, but does not get any closer to you than needed.
Taking the cloak from the guard, Leto wraps it around his body, and looks to the mage for a second feeling that he has little to hide at this point. Looking to his right arm, and flexing his hand which has a long serpent tattoo from above the elbow down to the back of his hand, he replies "I wish I knew myself. For how long have I been here? And... where exactly is 'here'?"
"Distressing." The wizard said with a tisk. "I hear honesty in your words." The wizard continued with a frown. "I truly wish I could believe you though…"
Tessa moves to enter the cottage. She yanks open the door and quickly moves inside closing the door behind her. She will pause once inside as she gathers her wits and notes the inside of the cottage. She scans for any usable weapons or threats.
"I-It's probably just a strange feeling I had, one that came along with appearing here seemingly out of nowhere. But magic you say? I might be able to tell if..." he trails off as he looks at the ring. He gently slips it on, curious.
She covers herself with her hands, glancing about to try to make sense of things. “You, man with bow. I’m not sure what’s going on here, but you’re going to help me. What is this place, and what am I doing here... like this?”
She speaks with the presumptuous air of someone who expects to get what she wants. “Fortunately for you, you’re in the right place at the right time to help. You’ll be generously rewarded if you can escort me safely to my estate. Give me your clothes, unless you have something more suitable for me to wear.”
She rattles off a lie as if it were second nature to her, but somehow it feels right to her.
She covers herself with her hands, glancing about to try to make sense of things. “You, man with bow. I’m not sure what’s going on here, but you’re going to help me. What is this place, and what am I doing here... like this?”
She speaks with the presumptuous air of someone who expects to get what she wants. “Fortunately for you, you’re in the right place at the right time to help. You’ll be generously rewarded if you can escort me safely to my estate. Give me your clothes, unless you have something more suitable for me to wear.”
She rattles off a lie as if it were second nature to her, but somehow it feels right to her.
"A reward then huh?" The man says with a bit of calculation coming to his eyes. he scans you again, then gives you a raised eyebrow. "Doesn't look to me like you have anything to reward me with, or to show me that any reward you promise me would be worth collecting." He gives your body another long look, then smiles a bit devilishly at you. "We could have a bit of fun here and now, then see about more of a monetary reward later on..."
"Well, I'd say it's your lucky day, then." She gives a saucy wink to hide her discomfit at not knowing how she arrived here. "Although I wouldn't want to cause too much of a stir -- is there something I might slip into? I promise to make it worth your while."
Persuasion: 6.
"I don’t know, I sort of like you as you are…" The woman said with a smirk as she continued to look you over. Then she shrugged. "Plus, unless you have coins in some unmentionable place, you don’t appear to have the funds to purchase anything." The woman’s eyes drifted down over you once more then, a twinkle in them that said she was thinking of something she definitely wanted from you. "Fine…" She said with a sigh though, giving you a nod. "I do have something I need help with, and I would indeed be willing to extend you some gear as a down-payment if you agree to look into it for me."
Vilana was torn between the wish to run to the village and that call, she could hear from ... what is it? A door, probably, but leading where? Pitch black even for her, that was not supposed to be. Or was it? She shook her head. "I am Vilana" she said out loud only to hear something else, besides the calling. Senses were slowly returning, or appearing - she was not sure. She looked through the opening again - in the village can be people. They can be friendly - or not. But most likely they will be dressed. Whatever this place is, a quick search in the "darkness" should not hurt (hopefully), and she was not going to move too far - just to check before leaving that room.
Vilana slowly moved toward the calling.
The darkness parts before your vision, becoming muted grays as you grow closer. You find yourself in an ancient bedroom of some sort. The remains of a stone bed frame and a, somehow intact, chest are what you find as you move into the chamber. The chest holds what is calling you onward. You draw closer, disturbing dust and finding rocks having fallen from the ceiling, but no signs that anyone else has been here in many many years.
Almost instinctively, Sylcan backed away from the light shining through the hole in the ceiling. While it was a viable option to exit this room he was in, he knew that going around without a form of covering would be problematic. Evaluating his other options, Sylcan came to the conclusion that he should go through the exit directly in front of him. The darkness called to him, and to the darkness he would respond. In a way that felt right to him, he proceeded to walk into the darkness, pushing aside the nearly-broken door, and, as he walked through the darkness, allowed his thoughts to wander back to his situation. Sylcan, probing the recesses of his mind, asking himself an question asked by all, "Who am I?"
Unable to pull up anything to answer your question you step into the next room. Moving slowly into the darkness of the second room, you find the darkness parting to become muted grays as your own eyesight helps you pierce the darkness close at hand. More rubble and dust filled this room, and you had to be careful not to trip over a block of stone, or step on something sharp with your bare feet. The pull of whatever you were after was strengthening though as you move forward. Soon you were able to make out something laying on the floor of this chamber. It turned out to be the skeletal remains of some fallen warrior, rusted bits of metal and scraps of rotted leather all that remained of the rest of his gear. On his boney feet were a pair of boots though, pristine and untouched by time, the boots were what called to you, drawing you to make those final few steps to draw even closer.
Mylene glances again at the man's arms and armor, seeing if he has any visible weapons other than the longbow, a knife or sword, and tries to gauge whether it might be advantageous to lure the man in with the promise of sexual congress, then with his guard down seize either the bow or a light melee weapon and kill him to claim - or reclaim, as those bracers do seem eerily familiar to her - his possessions. His intentions are clear enough, she believes, and as he does not seem easily manipulated to aid her, she judges that removing him from the picture and clothing and arming herself with his belongings may be her best course.
The darkness parts before your vision, becoming muted grays as you grow closer. You find yourself in an ancient bedroom of some sort. The remains of a stone bed frame and a, somehow intact, chest are what you find as you move into the chamber. The chest holds what is calling you onward. You draw closer, disturbing dust and finding rocks having fallen from the ceiling, but no signs that anyone else has been here in many many years.
Shadows feel ... familiar, safe, pleasant even. They promised protection. And now they hold something very precious to her and she intended to get it. Carefully stepping between the rocks, she came closer to the chest but did not touch it just yet. Somehow she knew it is not wise to touch unknown containers with her bare hands - did she open them often? She could not remember. But that was unimportant now. She knew there is another way - safer: the words came to mind by themselves and a spectral hand appeared right above the chest, then lowered down and opened the chest.
Mylene Durza
She covers herself with her hands, glancing about to try to make sense of things. “You, man with bow. I’m not sure what’s going on here, but you’re going to help me. What is this place, and what am I doing here... like this?”
She speaks with the presumptuous air of someone who expects to get what she wants. “Fortunately for you, you’re in the right place at the right time to help. You’ll be generously rewarded if you can escort me safely to my estate. Give me your clothes, unless you have something more suitable for me to wear.”
She rattles off a lie as if it were second nature to her, but somehow it feels right to her.
Honor
"Well, I'd say it's your lucky day, then." She gives a saucy wink to hide her discomfit at not knowing how she arrived here. "Although I wouldn't want to cause too much of a stir -- is there something I might slip into? I promise to make it worth your while."
Persuasion: 6.
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Vilana
Vilana was torn between the wish to run to the village and that call, she could hear from ... what is it? A door, probably, but leading where? Pitch black even for her, that was not supposed to be. Or was it? She shook her head. "I am Vilana" she said out loud only to hear something else, besides the calling. Senses were slowly returning, or appearing - she was not sure. She looked through the opening again - in the village can be people. They can be friendly - or not. But most likely they will be dressed. Whatever this place is, a quick search in the "darkness" should not hurt (hopefully), and she was not going to move too far - just to check before leaving that room.
Vilana slowly moved toward the calling.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Sylcan Naïlo:
Almost instinctively, Sylcan backed away from the light shining through the hole in the ceiling. While it was a viable option to exit this room he was in, he knew that going around without a form of covering would be problematic. Evaluating his other options, Sylcan came to the conclusion that he should go through the exit directly in front of him. The darkness called to him, and to the darkness he would respond. In a way that felt right to him, he proceeded to walk into the darkness, pushing aside the nearly-broken door, and, as he walked through the darkness, allowed his thoughts to wander back to his situation. Sylcan, probing the recesses of his mind, asking himself an question asked by all, "Who am I?"
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At the door you listen, but do not hear any noises from beyond.
Once dressed you step outside, finding a town that looks to be rebuilding up from a site of ancient ruins. Across the road is another shop, this one with a sign over it of a lion rampant. As the elderly man sees you step out of his shop, and glance around, he nods to the shop across the way. "That's the Lionshield Coster." He explains. "More of an adventurer's outfitter than my own general-goods shop."
Your eyes are drawn towards the center of town, where you spot two figures escorting a third figure between them. The third figure seems to be the source of the force that is drawing you.
"You just missed that business." Barthin explains as he sees where you are looking now. "Lad tried to steal some items from my shop, but me and the boys held him until the guards there arrived. Nothing to worry about now, they'll have the fellow locked up in no time." He turns back to you directly. "Now, once you get funds, just come on back and pay for what you have there, and we'll be right as rain." With that he turns to go back inside.
Naivara:
Naivara nods, "Thank you again," she watches them return into the store and starts for the center of town, trying to figure out why she felt the way she did.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"My cloak?" The elven female asks with a raised eyebrow. "No, I don't think you can just have the cloak." She frowns though. "Are you ok?" Then she nods her head. "Yes, I can get you some other things to wear." She explains. "I have a few items people donate from time to time after all." She moves to a box near the cloak and pulls several things out of it. Most are many-times patched, and of very low quality, but they are serviceable. You get a tunic, britches, a belt, and a pair of ratty boots.
Straightening she glances to you, then to the cloak, then seems to make a decision. "I would be willing to trade you the cloak if you will do a service for me." She explains as she hands over the other items. "Are you interested?"
"My ring?" He asks, holding up the hand with the ring on it. He nods at it and then glances to you. "It is an old ring, I found it while adventuring some time ago. I doubt if it was yours, as it has never left my side in the last 50 or more years." He shrugs as he slips it off of his finger. "It has some magic in it, but nothing I have been able to access myself." Holding it up he shrugs and tosses it to you. "Maybe you can unlock its power if it calls to you so much."
"Distressing." The wizard said with a tisk. "I hear honesty in your words." The wizard continued with a frown. "I truly wish I could believe you though…"
Tessa
Tessa moves to enter the cottage. She yanks open the door and quickly moves inside closing the door behind her. She will pause once inside as she gathers her wits and notes the inside of the cottage. She scans for any usable weapons or threats.
Kierro:
"I-It's probably just a strange feeling I had, one that came along with appearing here seemingly out of nowhere. But magic you say? I might be able to tell if..." he trails off as he looks at the ring. He gently slips it on, curious.
Deception check if needed/relevant: 18
"A reward then huh?" The man says with a bit of calculation coming to his eyes. he scans you again, then gives you a raised eyebrow. "Doesn't look to me like you have anything to reward me with, or to show me that any reward you promise me would be worth collecting." He gives your body another long look, then smiles a bit devilishly at you. "We could have a bit of fun here and now, then see about more of a monetary reward later on..."
"I don’t know, I sort of like you as you are…" The woman said with a smirk as she continued to look you over. Then she shrugged. "Plus, unless you have coins in some unmentionable place, you don’t appear to have the funds to purchase anything." The woman’s eyes drifted down over you once more then, a twinkle in them that said she was thinking of something she definitely wanted from you. "Fine…" She said with a sigh though, giving you a nod. "I do have something I need help with, and I would indeed be willing to extend you some gear as a down-payment if you agree to look into it for me."
The darkness parts before your vision, becoming muted grays as you grow closer. You find yourself in an ancient bedroom of some sort. The remains of a stone bed frame and a, somehow intact, chest are what you find as you move into the chamber. The chest holds what is calling you onward. You draw closer, disturbing dust and finding rocks having fallen from the ceiling, but no signs that anyone else has been here in many many years.
Unable to pull up anything to answer your question you step into the next room. Moving slowly into the darkness of the second room, you find the darkness parting to become muted grays as your own eyesight helps you pierce the darkness close at hand. More rubble and dust filled this room, and you had to be careful not to trip over a block of stone, or step on something sharp with your bare feet. The pull of whatever you were after was strengthening though as you move forward. Soon you were able to make out something laying on the floor of this chamber. It turned out to be the skeletal remains of some fallen warrior, rusted bits of metal and scraps of rotted leather all that remained of the rest of his gear. On his boney feet were a pair of boots though, pristine and untouched by time, the boots were what called to you, drawing you to make those final few steps to draw even closer.
Mylene glances again at the man's arms and armor, seeing if he has any visible weapons other than the longbow, a knife or sword, and tries to gauge whether it might be advantageous to lure the man in with the promise of sexual congress, then with his guard down seize either the bow or a light melee weapon and kill him to claim - or reclaim, as those bracers do seem eerily familiar to her - his possessions. His intentions are clear enough, she believes, and as he does not seem easily manipulated to aid her, she judges that removing him from the picture and clothing and arming herself with his belongings may be her best course.
Vilana
Shadows feel ... familiar, safe, pleasant even. They promised protection. And now they hold something very precious to her and she intended to get it. Carefully stepping between the rocks, she came closer to the chest but did not touch it just yet. Somehow she knew it is not wise to touch unknown containers with her bare hands - did she open them often? She could not remember. But that was unimportant now. She knew there is another way - safer: the words came to mind by themselves and a spectral hand appeared right above the chest, then lowered down and opened the chest.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Naivara:
As Naivara follows the guards and man, she tries to get her bearings about where exactly she is.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard