It's a beautiful day in Faêrun. Standing before the city gates, the sun glitters off the distant sea, and a pleasant breeze cools your face. It contradicts the scene before you.
The city of Waterdeep is closed. The gates are shut tight. But refugees still pour in around the city, a steady stream from every direction. Around the gates is a sea of tents, with care-worn people going about their business.
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Apparrating from the air is a tall, thin man with pale blue wavy hair and pale blue skin riddled with whorls of patterns in freckles on his face and forearms. He wears the bright clothes of a merchant, and carries the thick pack of a merchant, but the thick leather vest, gloves, and greaves along with the knives and shortsword on his belt suggest martial inclinations.
Wheeze makes his way through the crowd towards the gate, and - hearing a voice raised about official Water Deep business- starts trailing in the wake of the stranger.
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In a comfortable in inn Everlund Nuté was enjoying a nice tea alone in his room as he read the letter. He had know he'd be getting a letter today, as a wizard with some talent for Divination it was, in a way, his job to know things before they happen. That and it happened to be the day the courier usually dropped off mail to the innkeeper and his name Nuté may have overheard his name mentioned. Mostly that last but actually but he chose not to think about it. The contents of the letter were much more interesting that whatever local gossip the courier and the innkeeper where likely sharing this very moment. The part about "dragons" got his attention more than anything else. As had happened so many times before, Nuté felt that desire to learn more. Guess I'll gather my things. Oh and pay Natalia. Don't forget to pay Natalia this time or you'll never hear the end of it when you return.
Nuté put down the letter and closed his eyes. Trying to feel the weave of magic in the air and sense what today may have in store for him (Portent rolls 19, 19 ) Hmm. I'll luck for someone or something, oh my. Some very bad luck indeed. Deciding that the chance to see another dragon up close was worth the risk of using a potentially horribly scribed teleport scroll and getting turned inside out. So Nuté put on his oversized wizards hat and grabbed his gear, double and tripple checked he had everything, wary of the bad luck in the air. Once sure he had everything he went down to the lobby to greet the always wonderfully cheerful and totally not angry and violent innkeeper Natalia. Dearest Natalia, As always it has been a pleasure. You've been a most gracious host these last few days, but I have buisness elsewhere and must go. Do take care, and don't buy that strange fruit in the market tomorrow. Goodbye!
With that Nuté dissapears as he uses the scroll and reappears outside the bussing yet closed city gates of Waterdeep. Nuté nudges his way towards the gate before finally stopping in his tracks. Shit. I forgot to pay Natalia.
Anyll read the letter that morning, dawn not yet break through, keen to get to Waterdeep. The sun's breach was unhindered by any cloud, a gentle breeze eased the heat as the crinkly sea glistened. Times like these were not to read as good omens; a day with a start like this promises to wrap up any grim talk tidily, surely?
The teleportation was something he was not unused to, but was odd all the same as the magic was not his own. The road started off well, the young man even noted a few people a greeting, a few slipping into Elvish, understandably mistaking him to be entirely, despite his lack of great height. Looking on the road begins to thicken, and even traffic. While certain mornings in certain times of the year causes roads to be like this, but this was untimely!
The half-elf of rich-brown skin weaves through the crowd, voice clear and with manners. He is draped in his typical loosely-fitting thin red overcoat trimmed with gold-like thread patterns. Underneath were practical for travel clothes of warm browns or beige, leather and cotton. His wavy, dark-brown hair is kept out his face with a simple band as his amber eyes scan to see the city gates closed and the surrounding area clogged with tents and people establishing lodgings in the road.
Anyll adjusts his pack as the front of the crowds is eventually reached, he leans in with a raised eyebrow of curiosity and questions the self-proclaimed armed figure, "'Official business'? What sort of business is causing this sort of hold up?"
Arrila holds her crumpled up letter in her hand, guiding Sundance through the crowds of people. She had already been riding back to Waterdeep when the letter came, and while she wasn't sure it was worth putting her pilgrimage on hold, something clearly must have happened for them to request her aid. The bight day had put a spring in her step, and she smiles and waves at anyone who talks to her. "Pardon me, escuse me. Sorry I just need to get to the gate please."
Eventually making her way to the main gate, Arrila sees the group forming. She looks around for someone to ask about opening the gates. "Pardon me," she asks, "I don't suppose you know where the guards are? I've been invited to a meeting of some sort."
”Aye, it seems like we all have.” Wheeze holds up the now familiar letter. ”I’m Wheeze. And I feel like I should know most if not all of you... a bit famous. I guess this is no joke.”
"Arrila Evenwood,"Arrila takes hold of Sundance's reigns with one hand and holds out the other to shake, "though a lot of people call me the Light of Lathander. And you are?"
Nuté gathers his thoughts and refocuses on the task at hand. He would likely not be staying in Everlund again for some time, so dealing with an enraged Natalia would be some future version of himselfs problem. Maybe I should bring her a gift next time? Though what would she want more than to beat me to a pulp?
Shaking away the thought again Nuté pushed his way to the gate. When Nuté finally saw the group gathering by the gate, he approached to see what the deal was with the locked gates. The elf of chocolate skin with matching dark brown hair hair and eyes was wearing dark blue robes that seemed to fade into purple towards the bottom. Silver stars were embroidered in the upper portion with the intended effect of making the robe appear like the sky in twilight and those who knew their gods would recognize the symbol.of Selúne embroidered into the silk. In contrast to his more modern and expensive robes he also wears an old, dusty and worn out pointed wizards hat that has been out of fashion for the last several centuries. The pale blue cloth is moth eaten, the patterns worn and nearly unrecognizable, and the thing has more patches in it that it's almost an entirely new hat. The fact that it was at least two sizes too big for him almost seemed to fall by the wayside.
Nuté approached the group with a genuinely friendly smile and asked Excuse me? But would any of you know when they plan on opening the gates? I got this letter asking to come meet with this...Leosin fellow.
There can be no shadow without light. Times you may need to be the shadow and times the light. This was his master's teaching. Seems this must be a time of light. Dragons usually kept to themselves. Something must be driving them.
Daggerford had lost its allure anyway. It was time to return to Waterdeep so why not use someone else's magic to get there. On that thought Phidi gathered his meager belongings and headed to a private place to start the casting.
Squinting, he allowed his coppery eyes time to adjust to the bright sunlight of the day as he appeared outside the City of Splendors. The Gates of Waterdeep were a sight he had seen many many times before. But today was different, the crowd building around the usually free flowing portal was huge. They'd shut the gates! This must be related to the invitation. Knowing the urgency of the request, he heads to the gate.
As he approaches the gate he can see a group gathering. They appear to be more than refugees. He even recognises one of the party members from the stories told around Neverwinter. Perhaps this is the group referenced in the letter that was folded within his robes. Quite nonchalantly, he ushers towards the group and silently joins them.
In answer to the Giant Slayers question he chimes in with "I'm familiar with the...let's say less desirable areas within the walls. But I too have never had the gates closed. Perhaps the guards will allow us in with these" He withdraws his letter from a fold in his ashen coloured robes.
Nuté looks curiously at the closed gate, having had only visited the city once before and briefly at that he hadn't remembered if this was normal or not but he supposed it was likely quite strange. Closed gates means expecting trouble yes? Perhaps those gentlemen in the guard shack can be of assistance. The elf walks over to the guard shack and looks for one of the guards. Excuse me? Hello? I was hoping one of you could help, I have this letter here requesting a meeting inside the city. Do we have any idea when the gates might be opening?
One of the guards comes out, a scowl on his face, obviously unhappy with being disturbed. We're not allowing any more refugees in the cit....what's this, then? He snatches the letter from Nuté, and begins scanning it, his scowl becoming less pronounced as he reads. His eyes widen as he reaches the bottom. He looks up, now a little uncertain. Umm...hold on one second sir... He takes the letter back into the guard house.
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He seems nice enough. Nuté says quite seriously as he waits for them to return. Seeing the others are also carrying similar letters he turns to adress the small group that has formed. So you've all been summoned here too then I take it? It's quite exciting don't you think? I wonder if we'll get to see one up close. A chance to speak it a dragon up close would be marvelous! Nutés voice practicality drips with admiration and a lack of care that his words might frighten the nearby refugees
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It's a beautiful day in Faêrun. Standing before the city gates, the sun glitters off the distant sea, and a pleasant breeze cools your face. It contradicts the scene before you.
The city of Waterdeep is closed. The gates are shut tight. But refugees still pour in around the city, a steady stream from every direction. Around the gates is a sea of tents, with care-worn people going about their business.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Apparrating from the air is a tall, thin man with pale blue wavy hair and pale blue skin riddled with whorls of patterns in freckles on his face and forearms. He wears the bright clothes of a merchant, and carries the thick pack of a merchant, but the thick leather vest, gloves, and greaves along with the knives and shortsword on his belt suggest martial inclinations.
Wheeze makes his way through the crowd towards the gate, and - hearing a voice raised about official Water Deep business- starts trailing in the wake of the stranger.
Paladin - warforged - orange
In a comfortable in inn Everlund Nuté was enjoying a nice tea alone in his room as he read the letter. He had know he'd be getting a letter today, as a wizard with some talent for Divination it was, in a way, his job to know things before they happen. That and it happened to be the day the courier usually dropped off mail to the innkeeper and his name Nuté may have overheard his name mentioned. Mostly that last but actually but he chose not to think about it. The contents of the letter were much more interesting that whatever local gossip the courier and the innkeeper where likely sharing this very moment. The part about "dragons" got his attention more than anything else. As had happened so many times before, Nuté felt that desire to learn more. Guess I'll gather my things. Oh and pay Natalia. Don't forget to pay Natalia this time or you'll never hear the end of it when you return.
Nuté put down the letter and closed his eyes. Trying to feel the weave of magic in the air and sense what today may have in store for him (Portent rolls 19, 19 ) Hmm. I'll luck for someone or something, oh my. Some very bad luck indeed. Deciding that the chance to see another dragon up close was worth the risk of using a potentially horribly scribed teleport scroll and getting turned inside out. So Nuté put on his oversized wizards hat and grabbed his gear, double and tripple checked he had everything, wary of the bad luck in the air. Once sure he had everything he went down to the lobby to greet the always wonderfully cheerful and totally not angry and violent innkeeper Natalia. Dearest Natalia, As always it has been a pleasure. You've been a most gracious host these last few days, but I have buisness elsewhere and must go. Do take care, and don't buy that strange fruit in the market tomorrow. Goodbye!
With that Nuté dissapears as he uses the scroll and reappears outside the bussing yet closed city gates of Waterdeep. Nuté nudges his way towards the gate before finally stopping in his tracks. Shit. I forgot to pay Natalia.
Anyll read the letter that morning, dawn not yet break through, keen to get to Waterdeep. The sun's breach was unhindered by any cloud, a gentle breeze eased the heat as the crinkly sea glistened. Times like these were not to read as good omens; a day with a start like this promises to wrap up any grim talk tidily, surely?
The teleportation was something he was not unused to, but was odd all the same as the magic was not his own. The road started off well, the young man even noted a few people a greeting, a few slipping into Elvish, understandably mistaking him to be entirely, despite his lack of great height. Looking on the road begins to thicken, and even traffic. While certain mornings in certain times of the year causes roads to be like this, but this was untimely!
The half-elf of rich-brown skin weaves through the crowd, voice clear and with manners. He is draped in his typical loosely-fitting thin red overcoat trimmed with gold-like thread patterns. Underneath were practical for travel clothes of warm browns or beige, leather and cotton. His wavy, dark-brown hair is kept out his face with a simple band as his amber eyes scan to see the city gates closed and the surrounding area clogged with tents and people establishing lodgings in the road.
Anyll adjusts his pack as the front of the crowds is eventually reached, he leans in with a raised eyebrow of curiosity and questions the self-proclaimed armed figure, "'Official business'? What sort of business is causing this sort of hold up?"
Arrila holds her crumpled up letter in her hand, guiding Sundance through the crowds of people. She had already been riding back to Waterdeep when the letter came, and while she wasn't sure it was worth putting her pilgrimage on hold, something clearly must have happened for them to request her aid. The bight day had put a spring in her step, and she smiles and waves at anyone who talks to her. "Pardon me, escuse me. Sorry I just need to get to the gate please."
Eventually making her way to the main gate, Arrila sees the group forming. She looks around for someone to ask about opening the gates. "Pardon me," she asks, "I don't suppose you know where the guards are? I've been invited to a meeting of some sort."
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
”Aye, it seems like we all have.” Wheeze holds up the now familiar letter. ”I’m Wheeze. And I feel like I should know most if not all of you... a bit famous. I guess this is no joke.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Arrila Evenwood," Arrila takes hold of Sundance's reigns with one hand and holds out the other to shake, "though a lot of people call me the Light of Lathander. And you are?"
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
Nuté gathers his thoughts and refocuses on the task at hand. He would likely not be staying in Everlund again for some time, so dealing with an enraged Natalia would be some future version of himselfs problem. Maybe I should bring her a gift next time? Though what would she want more than to beat me to a pulp?
Shaking away the thought again Nuté pushed his way to the gate. When Nuté finally saw the group gathering by the gate, he approached to see what the deal was with the locked gates. The elf of chocolate skin with matching dark brown hair hair and eyes was wearing dark blue robes that seemed to fade into purple towards the bottom. Silver stars were embroidered in the upper portion with the intended effect of making the robe appear like the sky in twilight and those who knew their gods would recognize the symbol.of Selúne embroidered into the silk. In contrast to his more modern and expensive robes he also wears an old, dusty and worn out pointed wizards hat that has been out of fashion for the last several centuries. The pale blue cloth is moth eaten, the patterns worn and nearly unrecognizable, and the thing has more patches in it that it's almost an entirely new hat. The fact that it was at least two sizes too big for him almost seemed to fall by the wayside.
Nuté approached the group with a genuinely friendly smile and asked Excuse me? But would any of you know when they plan on opening the gates? I got this letter asking to come meet with this...Leosin fellow.
Phidi
There can be no shadow without light. Times you may need to be the shadow and times the light. This was his master's teaching. Seems this must be a time of light. Dragons usually kept to themselves. Something must be driving them.
Daggerford had lost its allure anyway. It was time to return to Waterdeep so why not use someone else's magic to get there. On that thought Phidi gathered his meager belongings and headed to a private place to start the casting.
Squinting, he allowed his coppery eyes time to adjust to the bright sunlight of the day as he appeared outside the City of Splendors. The Gates of Waterdeep were a sight he had seen many many times before. But today was different, the crowd building around the usually free flowing portal was huge. They'd shut the gates! This must be related to the invitation. Knowing the urgency of the request, he heads to the gate.
As he approaches the gate he can see a group gathering. They appear to be more than refugees. He even recognises one of the party members from the stories told around Neverwinter. Perhaps this is the group referenced in the letter that was folded within his robes. Quite nonchalantly, he ushers towards the group and silently joins them.
Looking more closely, Areon can see a small, hastily assembled guard shack next to the gate, manned by a few men.
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Phidi
In answer to the Giant Slayers question he chimes in with "I'm familiar with the...let's say less desirable areas within the walls. But I too have never had the gates closed. Perhaps the guards will allow us in with these" He withdraws his letter from a fold in his ashen coloured robes.
Nuté looks curiously at the closed gate, having had only visited the city once before and briefly at that he hadn't remembered if this was normal or not but he supposed it was likely quite strange. Closed gates means expecting trouble yes? Perhaps those gentlemen in the guard shack can be of assistance. The elf walks over to the guard shack and looks for one of the guards. Excuse me? Hello? I was hoping one of you could help, I have this letter here requesting a meeting inside the city. Do we have any idea when the gates might be opening?
Arrila also follow, hoping to help where she can.
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
One of the guards comes out, a scowl on his face, obviously unhappy with being disturbed. We're not allowing any more refugees in the cit....what's this, then? He snatches the letter from Nuté, and begins scanning it, his scowl becoming less pronounced as he reads. His eyes widen as he reaches the bottom. He looks up, now a little uncertain. Umm...hold on one second sir... He takes the letter back into the guard house.
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He seems nice enough. Nuté says quite seriously as he waits for them to return. Seeing the others are also carrying similar letters he turns to adress the small group that has formed. So you've all been summoned here too then I take it? It's quite exciting don't you think? I wonder if we'll get to see one up close. A chance to speak it a dragon up close would be marvelous! Nutés voice practicality drips with admiration and a lack of care that his words might frighten the nearby refugees