Across the continents of Abeir-Toril, its denizens whisper of a plague affecting only those who have been risen from the dead. Rumors vary about the scale of the disease, and its telltale signs, but the one constant has been that individuals from all walks of life who were once dead are now dying off once again, a death from which they cannot return. Some hail it as a blessing, saying that the gods of death have come to reclaim the souls that belong to them by right. Some still dismiss it entirely, as rumors come and go on Toril as frequently as any other world. But more often than not even highly respected intellectuals and healers have started to refer to this phenomenon as The Death Curse.
Whether out of the goodness of their hearts, the desire to procure knowledge, or fear of losing high value (and high net-worth) individuals, various factions have begun to devote valuable resources to the investigation of the curse's cause. And yet, a ten-day after the rumors started to spread, no one has discovered anything of use... at least, insofar as anyone has said...
The midday sun shines brightly over the city of Baldur's Gate, and while rumors of the Death Curse are everywhere, most folk continue about their business seemingly unperturbed. In the noble residential district, this means that people are strolling and chatting along the broad well guarded boulevards where boutiques and restaurants are buzzing with activity.
A young half-elven woman and her family's butler pass one such restaurant and the young woman stops a moment, smelling something particularly delicious. The butler turns, retrieves the young woman, and ushers her onward toward her destination. The young woman looks uncomfortable in the finery in which she is dressed, and her butler carries several bags of her things. The butler has an ever-present and practiced look of boredom customary to those in his profession. A little moon moth alights on her shoulder, only to be lifted up by the wind. They arrive at the steps leading up to the home of Lady Syndra Silvane and look up at it for a moment.
"Ahem..." the butler clears his throat and speaks, not unkindly, "are you ready miss?"
As the pair ascend the steps to the front door a slender professional looking human woman arrives with a young, bright eyed, gnomish attendant. "... That was amazing! I can't believe you just did that. Pew pew pew pew, and then... fwoosh... and it was gone! Do you think you could teach me to do that, huh? Oh... here we are! Welcome to the Manse of the illustrious Lady Syndra Silvane!" She stops blathering for a moment to run up a few steps, turns and curtsies. She motions toward the door and leaps up the stairs as if playing a game of hopscotch, illusory squares popping up here and there just before she lands.
The human woman recognizes something familiar about the half-elf, something that she can't place at first.
Sherri had protested the floral print dress, saying that it was 'totally not her style' and 'would make her look like a complete and total clown' but she eventually caved in when he sister had piped in that she would really like it if the brunette had worn it. Ugh, this is what I get for being away, huh? Just don't forget why you're here, you'll be out of it soon enough... She tells herself mentally. "Welp, I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I guess," She responds back to her butler, forcing a grin on her face as they climbed up the stairs only to stop at seeing the other pair. The bard cocks an eyebrow listening to the girl speak, her eyes darting to her butler, then back to the human and the gnome in observation. An illusionist huh?
Assuming the human woman was still around, Sherri would give her a smile. "Nice to meet you, miss," She would bow her head before continuing her way up the stairs. Once at the top, she would turn to the woman. "My name is Sherri Buu. Would you happen to also be here to speak with Lady Silvane about this Death Curse?"
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Meera is a small, skinny woman with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes that are covered by circular glasses. She's wearing a formal looking green shirt with a knee-length blue skirt and boots. There's a bag on her back, which contains a number of possessions that she had packed before heading here. "It was a low-level evocation spell Gertrude. Any mage in Balder's Gate can teach you how to do it and they'll certainly have more time to do so than I will." She stops when she sees the young familiar looking half-elven woman. "Sherri Buu? That's why you seemed to be familiar. My name is Meera, I'm a professor at the College of Archaeology and Anthropology in the city, and I'm a colleague of your parents, Larry and Taryndalora. We do have a common business here in putting a stop to this Death Curse. But Sherri is an interesting name. It's not from any Elvish dialect I've ever come across, is it short for something, like Sherethiel, or Sherien? Please, ignore my musings, it's a pleasure to meet you, although I wish it was in better circumstances."
A professor, huh? Kiiiinda feelin' out of place now... Hopefully this meeting doesn't take long,the bard thinks, her lips parting to say something but Meera kept going. Aaaahhh, ****, wow, she talks a lot, Sherri muses mentally, smiling as Meera went off on a tangent in regards to her name until she finally ceased. "Oh, so you've met my parents? Don't think I've ever met you before though, unfortunately, but, yeah, they were supposed to be the ones here, but they ended up sending me instead. They got busy, you know, wizards," She laughs. "Anyways, my name is just Sherri, after the wine." She gave a shrug, not entirely sure why her parents had given her the name after a drink. "But, yeah, pleased to meet you as well! Hopefully we can help in stopping this... Plague from taking anymore lives, yeah?" The brunette gives her a final nod and makes her way into Lady Silvane's manse.
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Meadows watches from the top of the stairs as the gnomish woman hopscotches up. His bored stare never changes, but he greets Meera with a bow. "Professor Meera, always a pleasure."
The double doors to the mansion open, and a gnomish woman who looks exactly like Gertrude, but more well put together greets you with a curtsy. The other Gertrude giggles and looks back at the party, curtsying to the gnome opposite her, then vanishes, her giggle lingering in the air as she disappears. "Good afternoon, friends of Lady Silvane. I am Gertrude, welcome to Silvane Manor. Please, follow me."
She motions toward the stairs, then stands straight, pivots, and starts heading up.
"Good Morning, Meadows." Meera says as she follows Sherri inside. "Oh, they had business here as well? Did they mention anything about a Professor Wellbourne? He's a mentor of mine at the College who is currently suffering from this Death Curse and I've been looking into helping him. Earlier today, Gertrude appeared in my office, telling me about how Lady Silvane is also looking into this matter." There's a look of shock on her face when they are welcomed by a second Gertrude and the one who took them there vanishes into thin air with a giggle and a curtsy. "What an odd little gnome." She says as she goes after the new Gertrude.
Gertrude leads the party up to the third floor where a set of double doors stand wide open. The house is sparsely furnished and decorated but everything is impeccably clean and of exquisite quality. Even Meadows appears to be impressed, as much as Sherri can tell, seeing through his practiced stare.
Entering the sitting room, the party sees there are couches of a few different sorts arranged around the room so that if every one were filled, all of the people there gathered would be able to see each other and comfortably pass information back and forth across the low table. An armor-clad paladin kneels at this table, apparently waiting for something. Gertrude motions that the party can take whatever seats they wish.
"I'll just check to make sure that the Lady is prepared to receive you all." She says, and exits through a set of double doors that stand opposite the doors you came in, closing them as she leaves.
"They did, but, uh, something came up. As for your mentor, I don't believe they spoke to me about him particularly, but it seems like a lot of folk we know are succumbing to this curse..." Her tone goes solemn. "I hope we can get something out of this meeting, an answer, maybe, or an idea to put us in the right direction to abolish this sickness from the realms." Sherri goes silent for a moment to remember if her mother had mentioned anything about the others mentor, but came up blank. "Sorry, but no, they didn't mention anything about him--" The bard looks over to Gertrude the second, blinking in slight confusion, following behind Meera. "What an odd little gnome indeed..."
The brunette's eyebrow raises in question at the paladin, but ultimately doesn't bother them, and sits on the couch that looks the most comfortable, smoothing out her dress on her thighs and hoping to the Gods above this meeting goes by fast. Usually, her stomach wouldn't be in knots, but the situation at hand was serious, something she wasn't particularly fond of. Serious conversations with important looking people and all I do is sing and play some instruments? This is gonna be a good time!
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Meadows subtly casts prestidigitation to fix aspects of Sherri's clothes and hair to make her seem more presentable as he sets her luggage down. He remains standing by the open doors. A moon moth alights on Sherri's shoulder and flexes its wings gently, tickling her cheek with its antennae.
"Ah!" Misha says, noticing people entering the room. She stands up from her waiting stance. On Acheron, there were little comforts, so most of the time she stood, kneeled, or was on both knees - if she was waiting. "More peeple have come! Excellent! Was wondering eef sent here to do meesion by myself! Bane always testing me, He is. Am happy to see more team mates!"
She takes off one of her gauntlets and extends her hand to Sherri, and then to Meera - her bright green eyes sparkling.
"Hello, I am Misha!" she proudly states, her grip is firm, strong. "Have much excitement meeting you! Are you heer to see Syndra as well?"
(For those who are new, or don't know Misha is a beautiful, slim, very defined athletic redhead of average height with green eyes. She wears somewhat tight fitting plate armor and carries a large warhammer and shield. She is usually smiling and always has a sense of wonder on her face. She is tan, and has an accent when she speaks, as if Common is not her native language.)
"Odd. Professor Wellbourne is rather well-respected at the college, I'd assume that they'd say something about him."I wonder what business they have to attend to. It must be urgentfor them to be missing an appointment with Lady Silvane. Meera is roused from her thoughts by the Paladin standing up and introducing herself. She shakes hands with Misha and is slightly surprised when a woman who isn't that much taller than her has such a firm handshake. She adjusts her glasses as she introduces herself. "We do have an appointment with Lady Silvane. My name is Meera, I'm a professor from the College of Archaeology and Anthropology here in Balder's Gate. I don't quite recognize your accent Misha, where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Sherri gives a thank you to Meadows as they had always made sure that, despite everything, that she looked presentable even if she was very much out of her element. Mentally, though, she had scolded herself for being 'impolite' and not introducing herself properly to Misha before sitting down, although the redhead didn't seem to be all that bothered by it. As they shook hands, Sherri made note of how strong her grip was and was praying as she introduced herself, that the other wouldn't rip her arm out of its socket. "My name is Sherri Buu, it's a pleasure to meet you, Misha."
Thankfully, Meera had been the one to probe and ask about the paladin further, the bard quite interested to hear where Misha had come from as her accent, for lack of a better word, was absolutely adorable.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"A professor, fanTASteek!" Misha laughs, loudly, overjoyed to meet someone of your status, she clasps your shoulders in a very friendly embrace. "Once, bek home, had professor, ees required, of course." She nods sagely, and then pulls her head in as if telling you secret. "Much rather train then read books. Gled to have someone smart here, ya?" Again, she laughs, loud, pulling away. "Very pleased to meet you. I am from place called Acheron, eet ees realm far away, en a different plane. Acheron ees Plane of War led by Lord General Bane, God of Battle and Tyranny." She says proudly. "We hef own language there, but thees one still working on, ya? I am lucky, I get to travel to many deefrent places - have been to Toril twice times." She admits excitedly.
After a few moments, she stares at your eyes, and what you appear to be looking through.
"Tell me," she says finally, like a curious child, "What ees thing on face?"
"These? These are my glasses. I use them to see things better. I'm afraid I don't know too much about Acheron, my studies were focused primarily on Toril,but it sounds like you're familiar with the plane too, since you've visited. Well, it's a relief to know that we have someone able-bodied in this party as I am not very strong, I'm afraid. Tell me Sherri, what's your skill set? Your parents sent you here in their stead, clearly they were confident that you could help us."
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“And of course,“ Misha says, “Very nice to meet Cherri boo, too!”
She makes a few attempts to raise her hand as innocently as possibly to touch Meera’s glasses, but retracts her hand, it’s obvious she’s never seen such a thing before.
She does this about two times before smiling and just observing you both talk.
"It's, uh, Sh-erri... Cherry is my sister." She corrects, getting momentarily distracted at observing the Acheronian woman try and touch Meera's glasses. She holds back a giggle to listen to the wizard speak, the question she had been dreading to answer finally coming about. "Well, I sure as sh-- Fu--" There's a moment of visible frustration on her face, trying to hold back her sailors mouth, wanting to be a 'proper' lady, at least for now anyways. "I'm not strong, but, uh, I can do some magic... Nothing impressive like my parents though, but I'm studying kinda to get there. I'm more... Artistic, I guess you could say, I like... Playing instruments, singing, and painting..." As she talks about herself, her eyes hyper focus on the floor, embarrassed at how unpractical her abilities were. "I know things about stuff..." Abort, abort, move on!"Anyways! Meera! What do you study? You mentioned the College of Archaeology and Anthropology, you have any specific magic you specialize in? Illusionary, evocation?"
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"Well, when it comes to the mundane, I primarily specialize in Anthropology, the study of the society and culture of the various races and cultures on Toril. When it comes to the arcane, I mainly study in Abjuration, but it always helps to have a few spells that can be used offensively."She moves to attract the bard's attention so that she isn't looking at the floor. "You needn't be embarrassed, Sherri. It sounds like you're a fairly talented young woman. You're an artist, a mage, and it sounds like you know a little bit about everything."
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Gertrude pushes open the double doors that lead from the sitting room, ushering you into a wood-paneled room with a fireplace, comfortable chairs, and a heavy table bearing goblets and bottles of wine. The darkly paneled walls are hung with maps and sea charts. Racks, shelves, and cabinets hold hundreds more rolled-up maps and charts. Meadows waits at the doors to the sitting room with Miss Buu's luggage.
A person is seated in an overstuffed chair near the fire. You can’t discern a gender, because only the person’s head emerges from under a heavy blanket draped over the chair, and an embroidered hood and silver mask conceal the wearer’s face. Even the person’s dry, raspy voice provides no clue. “Help yourselves to wine, and seat yourselves, friends — I hope I may call you that." She looks puzzled for a moment then calls Gertrude over. Gertrude climbs a step-stool so that Lady Silvane does not have to stoop to whisper to her.
perception15 to read the spoiler as she whispers in Gertrude's ear.
"Where are Archibald and Thorgrim? I was certain that they would come... or send an attendant at least..."
Gertrude shakes her head and shrugs slightly moving to stand dutifully by the door.
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Perception: 2
Meera didn't mean to pry on Lady Silvane, but she was hyper-focused on the strange gnome woman and just so happened to pick up what she was saying. Who are Archibald and Thorgrim? How many people were called here?
Across the continents of Abeir-Toril, its denizens whisper of a plague affecting only those who have been risen from the dead. Rumors vary about the scale of the disease, and its telltale signs, but the one constant has been that individuals from all walks of life who were once dead are now dying off once again, a death from which they cannot return. Some hail it as a blessing, saying that the gods of death have come to reclaim the souls that belong to them by right. Some still dismiss it entirely, as rumors come and go on Toril as frequently as any other world. But more often than not even highly respected intellectuals and healers have started to refer to this phenomenon as The Death Curse.
Whether out of the goodness of their hearts, the desire to procure knowledge, or fear of losing high value (and high net-worth) individuals, various factions have begun to devote valuable resources to the investigation of the curse's cause. And yet, a ten-day after the rumors started to spread, no one has discovered anything of use... at least, insofar as anyone has said...
~♡~
The midday sun shines brightly over the city of Baldur's Gate, and while rumors of the Death Curse are everywhere, most folk continue about their business seemingly unperturbed. In the noble residential district, this means that people are strolling and chatting along the broad well guarded boulevards where boutiques and restaurants are buzzing with activity.
A young half-elven woman and her family's butler pass one such restaurant and the young woman stops a moment, smelling something particularly delicious. The butler turns, retrieves the young woman, and ushers her onward toward her destination. The young woman looks uncomfortable in the finery in which she is dressed, and her butler carries several bags of her things. The butler has an ever-present and practiced look of boredom customary to those in his profession. A little moon moth alights on her shoulder, only to be lifted up by the wind. They arrive at the steps leading up to the home of Lady Syndra Silvane and look up at it for a moment.
"Ahem..." the butler clears his throat and speaks, not unkindly, "are you ready miss?"
As the pair ascend the steps to the front door a slender professional looking human woman arrives with a young, bright eyed, gnomish attendant. "... That was amazing! I can't believe you just did that. Pew pew pew pew, and then... fwoosh... and it was gone! Do you think you could teach me to do that, huh? Oh... here we are! Welcome to the Manse of the illustrious Lady Syndra Silvane!" She stops blathering for a moment to run up a few steps, turns and curtsies. She motions toward the door and leaps up the stairs as if playing a game of hopscotch, illusory squares popping up here and there just before she lands.
The human woman recognizes something familiar about the half-elf, something that she can't place at first.
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Sherri had protested the floral print dress, saying that it was 'totally not her style' and 'would make her look like a complete and total clown' but she eventually caved in when he sister had piped in that she would really like it if the brunette had worn it. Ugh, this is what I get for being away, huh? Just don't forget why you're here, you'll be out of it soon enough... She tells herself mentally. "Welp, I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I guess," She responds back to her butler, forcing a grin on her face as they climbed up the stairs only to stop at seeing the other pair. The bard cocks an eyebrow listening to the girl speak, her eyes darting to her butler, then back to the human and the gnome in observation. An illusionist huh?
Assuming the human woman was still around, Sherri would give her a smile. "Nice to meet you, miss," She would bow her head before continuing her way up the stairs. Once at the top, she would turn to the woman. "My name is Sherri Buu. Would you happen to also be here to speak with Lady Silvane about this Death Curse?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Meera is a small, skinny woman with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes that are covered by circular glasses. She's wearing a formal looking green shirt with a knee-length blue skirt and boots. There's a bag on her back, which contains a number of possessions that she had packed before heading here. "It was a low-level evocation spell Gertrude. Any mage in Balder's Gate can teach you how to do it and they'll certainly have more time to do so than I will." She stops when she sees the young familiar looking half-elven woman. "Sherri Buu? That's why you seemed to be familiar. My name is Meera, I'm a professor at the College of Archaeology and Anthropology in the city, and I'm a colleague of your parents, Larry and Taryndalora. We do have a common business here in putting a stop to this Death Curse. But Sherri is an interesting name. It's not from any Elvish dialect I've ever come across, is it short for something, like Sherethiel, or Sherien? Please, ignore my musings, it's a pleasure to meet you, although I wish it was in better circumstances."
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A professor, huh? Kiiiinda feelin' out of place now... Hopefully this meeting doesn't take long, the bard thinks, her lips parting to say something but Meera kept going. Aaaahhh, ****, wow, she talks a lot, Sherri muses mentally, smiling as Meera went off on a tangent in regards to her name until she finally ceased. "Oh, so you've met my parents? Don't think I've ever met you before though, unfortunately, but, yeah, they were supposed to be the ones here, but they ended up sending me instead. They got busy, you know, wizards," She laughs. "Anyways, my name is just Sherri, after the wine." She gave a shrug, not entirely sure why her parents had given her the name after a drink. "But, yeah, pleased to meet you as well! Hopefully we can help in stopping this... Plague from taking anymore lives, yeah?" The brunette gives her a final nod and makes her way into Lady Silvane's manse.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Meadows watches from the top of the stairs as the gnomish woman hopscotches up. His bored stare never changes, but he greets Meera with a bow. "Professor Meera, always a pleasure."
The double doors to the mansion open, and a gnomish woman who looks exactly like Gertrude, but more well put together greets you with a curtsy. The other Gertrude giggles and looks back at the party, curtsying to the gnome opposite her, then vanishes, her giggle lingering in the air as she disappears. "Good afternoon, friends of Lady Silvane. I am Gertrude, welcome to Silvane Manor. Please, follow me."
She motions toward the stairs, then stands straight, pivots, and starts heading up.
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"Good Morning, Meadows." Meera says as she follows Sherri inside. "Oh, they had business here as well? Did they mention anything about a Professor Wellbourne? He's a mentor of mine at the College who is currently suffering from this Death Curse and I've been looking into helping him. Earlier today, Gertrude appeared in my office, telling me about how Lady Silvane is also looking into this matter." There's a look of shock on her face when they are welcomed by a second Gertrude and the one who took them there vanishes into thin air with a giggle and a curtsy. "What an odd little gnome." She says as she goes after the new Gertrude.
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Gertrude leads the party up to the third floor where a set of double doors stand wide open. The house is sparsely furnished and decorated but everything is impeccably clean and of exquisite quality. Even Meadows appears to be impressed, as much as Sherri can tell, seeing through his practiced stare.
Entering the sitting room, the party sees there are couches of a few different sorts arranged around the room so that if every one were filled, all of the people there gathered would be able to see each other and comfortably pass information back and forth across the low table. An armor-clad paladin kneels at this table, apparently waiting for something. Gertrude motions that the party can take whatever seats they wish.
"I'll just check to make sure that the Lady is prepared to receive you all." She says, and exits through a set of double doors that stand opposite the doors you came in, closing them as she leaves.
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"They did, but, uh, something came up. As for your mentor, I don't believe they spoke to me about him particularly, but it seems like a lot of folk we know are succumbing to this curse..." Her tone goes solemn. "I hope we can get something out of this meeting, an answer, maybe, or an idea to put us in the right direction to abolish this sickness from the realms." Sherri goes silent for a moment to remember if her mother had mentioned anything about the others mentor, but came up blank. "Sorry, but no, they didn't mention anything about him--" The bard looks over to Gertrude the second, blinking in slight confusion, following behind Meera. "What an odd little gnome indeed..."
The brunette's eyebrow raises in question at the paladin, but ultimately doesn't bother them, and sits on the couch that looks the most comfortable, smoothing out her dress on her thighs and hoping to the Gods above this meeting goes by fast. Usually, her stomach wouldn't be in knots, but the situation at hand was serious, something she wasn't particularly fond of. Serious conversations with important looking people and all I do is sing and play some instruments? This is gonna be a good time!
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Meadows subtly casts prestidigitation to fix aspects of Sherri's clothes and hair to make her seem more presentable as he sets her luggage down. He remains standing by the open doors. A moon moth alights on Sherri's shoulder and flexes its wings gently, tickling her cheek with its antennae.
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"Ah!" Misha says, noticing people entering the room. She stands up from her waiting stance. On Acheron, there were little comforts, so most of the time she stood, kneeled, or was on both knees - if she was waiting. "More peeple have come! Excellent! Was wondering eef sent here to do meesion by myself! Bane always testing me, He is. Am happy to see more team mates!"
She takes off one of her gauntlets and extends her hand to Sherri, and then to Meera - her bright green eyes sparkling.
"Hello, I am Misha!" she proudly states, her grip is firm, strong. "Have much excitement meeting you! Are you heer to see Syndra as well?"
(For those who are new, or don't know Misha is a beautiful, slim, very defined athletic redhead of average height with green eyes. She wears somewhat tight fitting plate armor and carries a large warhammer and shield. She is usually smiling and always has a sense of wonder on her face. She is tan, and has an accent when she speaks, as if Common is not her native language.)
"Odd. Professor Wellbourne is rather well-respected at the college, I'd assume that they'd say something about him." I wonder what business they have to attend to. It must be urgent for them to be missing an appointment with Lady Silvane. Meera is roused from her thoughts by the Paladin standing up and introducing herself. She shakes hands with Misha and is slightly surprised when a woman who isn't that much taller than her has such a firm handshake. She adjusts her glasses as she introduces herself. "We do have an appointment with Lady Silvane. My name is Meera, I'm a professor from the College of Archaeology and Anthropology here in Balder's Gate. I don't quite recognize your accent Misha, where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Sherri gives a thank you to Meadows as they had always made sure that, despite everything, that she looked presentable even if she was very much out of her element. Mentally, though, she had scolded herself for being 'impolite' and not introducing herself properly to Misha before sitting down, although the redhead didn't seem to be all that bothered by it. As they shook hands, Sherri made note of how strong her grip was and was praying as she introduced herself, that the other wouldn't rip her arm out of its socket. "My name is Sherri Buu, it's a pleasure to meet you, Misha."
Thankfully, Meera had been the one to probe and ask about the paladin further, the bard quite interested to hear where Misha had come from as her accent, for lack of a better word, was absolutely adorable.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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"A professor, fanTASteek!" Misha laughs, loudly, overjoyed to meet someone of your status, she clasps your shoulders in a very friendly embrace. "Once, bek home, had professor, ees required, of course." She nods sagely, and then pulls her head in as if telling you secret. "Much rather train then read books. Gled to have someone smart here, ya?" Again, she laughs, loud, pulling away. "Very pleased to meet you. I am from place called Acheron, eet ees realm far away, en a different plane. Acheron ees Plane of War led by Lord General Bane, God of Battle and Tyranny." She says proudly. "We hef own language there, but thees one still working on, ya? I am lucky, I get to travel to many deefrent places - have been to Toril twice times." She admits excitedly.
After a few moments, she stares at your eyes, and what you appear to be looking through.
"Tell me," she says finally, like a curious child, "What ees thing on face?"
"These? These are my glasses. I use them to see things better. I'm afraid I don't know too much about Acheron, my studies were focused primarily on Toril,but it sounds like you're familiar with the plane too, since you've visited. Well, it's a relief to know that we have someone able-bodied in this party as I am not very strong, I'm afraid. Tell me Sherri, what's your skill set? Your parents sent you here in their stead, clearly they were confident that you could help us."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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“And of course,“ Misha says, “Very nice to meet Cherri boo, too!”
She makes a few attempts to raise her hand as innocently as possibly to touch Meera’s glasses, but retracts her hand, it’s obvious she’s never seen such a thing before.
She does this about two times before smiling and just observing you both talk.
"It's, uh, Sh-erri... Cherry is my sister." She corrects, getting momentarily distracted at observing the Acheronian woman try and touch Meera's glasses. She holds back a giggle to listen to the wizard speak, the question she had been dreading to answer finally coming about. "Well, I sure as sh-- Fu--" There's a moment of visible frustration on her face, trying to hold back her sailors mouth, wanting to be a 'proper' lady, at least for now anyways. "I'm not strong, but, uh, I can do some magic... Nothing impressive like my parents though, but I'm studying
kindato get there. I'm more... Artistic, I guess you could say, I like... Playing instruments, singing, and painting..." As she talks about herself, her eyes hyper focus on the floor, embarrassed at how unpractical her abilities were. "I know things about stuff..." Abort, abort, move on! "Anyways! Meera! What do you study? You mentioned the College of Archaeology and Anthropology, you have any specific magic you specialize in? Illusionary, evocation?"Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
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Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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"Well, when it comes to the mundane, I primarily specialize in Anthropology, the study of the society and culture of the various races and cultures on Toril. When it comes to the arcane, I mainly study in Abjuration, but it always helps to have a few spells that can be used offensively." She moves to attract the bard's attention so that she isn't looking at the floor. "You needn't be embarrassed, Sherri. It sounds like you're a fairly talented young woman. You're an artist, a mage, and it sounds like you know a little bit about everything."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Gertrude pushes open the double doors that lead from the sitting room, ushering you into a wood-paneled room with a fireplace, comfortable chairs, and a heavy table bearing goblets and bottles of wine. The darkly paneled walls are hung with maps and sea charts. Racks, shelves, and cabinets hold hundreds more rolled-up maps and charts. Meadows waits at the doors to the sitting room with Miss Buu's luggage.
A person is seated in an overstuffed chair near the fire. You can’t discern a gender, because only the person’s head emerges from under a heavy blanket draped over the chair, and an embroidered hood and silver mask conceal the wearer’s face. Even the person’s dry, raspy voice provides no clue. “Help yourselves to wine, and seat yourselves, friends — I hope I may call you that." She looks puzzled for a moment then calls Gertrude over. Gertrude climbs a step-stool so that Lady Silvane does not have to stoop to whisper to her.
perception15 to read the spoiler as she whispers in Gertrude's ear.
"Where are Archibald and Thorgrim? I was certain that they would come... or send an attendant at least..."
Gertrude shakes her head and shrugs slightly moving to stand dutifully by the door.
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Meera didn't mean to pry on Lady Silvane, but she was hyper-focused on the strange gnome woman and just so happened to pick up what she was saying. Who are Archibald and Thorgrim? How many people were called here?
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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