Pyr straightens herself, nodding. She returns to her chair, motioning to a bar maid. Pyr whispers something in the woman's ear who immediately moves to the stair and disappears. Pyr waits patiently a few moments when the woman returns she places a small box before her. After opening the box Pyr pulls 2 small cups and a delicatly crafted decanter. She unstops it and fills the two cup,. motioning for Thaix to sit.
Grogin looks at the two obviously inexperienced drinkers and saunters up to the bar. "2 parts Gutshaker,2 parts Gutbuster and for good measure 3 parts Gutrot" He looks at truthseeker and the elf and smiles.
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Pyr straightens herself, nodding. She returns to her chair, motioning to a bar maid. Pyr whispers something in the woman's ear who immediately moves to the stair and disappears. Pyr waits patiently a few moments when the woman returns she places a small box before her. After opening the box Pyr pulls 2 small cups and a delicatly crafted decanter. She unstops it and fills the two cup,. motioning for Thaix to sit.
Grogin looks at the two obviously inexperienced drinkers and saunters up to the bar. "2 parts Gutshaker,2 parts Gutbuster and for good measure 3 parts Gutrot" He looks at truthseeker and the elf and smiles.
*The previous bottle is kept out and several new bottles are removed as the gutbuster, gutshaker, and gutrot drinks are ordered. The last drink request's spirit is poured from a metal container, measured with a metal jigger and poured into a metal drinking "glass," lest the drink eat away the glass, the floor and whatever is beneath it.
A document is unfurled with many a signature, initials, and "X" stating the tavern is not responsible for any injury or death from the possible dissolving of flesh due to the gutrot's potency. A space is pointed to for Grogin to sign, and if he is illiterate, is explained to him.*
Pyr straightens herself, nodding. She returns to her chair, motioning to a bar maid. Pyr whispers something in the woman's ear who immediately moves to the stair and disappears. Pyr waits patiently a few moments when the woman returns she places a small box before her. After opening the box Pyr pulls 2 small cups and a delicatly crafted decanter. She unstops it and fills the two cup,. motioning for Thaix to sit.
Grogin looks at the two obviously inexperienced drinkers and saunters up to the bar. "2 parts Gutshaker,2 parts Gutbuster and for good measure 3 parts Gutrot" He looks at truthseeker and the elf and smiles.
After a moment Thaix slowly sits, inspecting the other drow closely.
OOC:
three powerpuff girls walk in and drink the chemical X, then fly off. As the time had stopped due to interdimentional multi-universe rip in space and time, nobody was able to observe that. The guardian of time sitting in the end of all time records this log on his notebook.
OOC ends.
Thunderspank floats through being incorporeal, notices the powerpuff girls, and decides that drow isnt as powerful as you think you are. Buttercup would woop you.
OOC:-
Sorry for detracking the RP. Please use a Deus ex machina like The Great Will of the Macrocosm to erase last two and this post out of existence of your discussions. I just couldn't resist after reading the 'X' ...
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OOC:- Sorry for detracking the RP. Please use a Deus ex machina like The Great Will of the Macrocosm to erase last two and this post out of existence of your discussions. I just couldn't resist after reading the 'X' ...
(OOC: Until we see your official alchemist badge, you may NOT make Chemical X, [and then you have to take House Dance lessons to move like this] so there! )
Grogin peers at the contract and snorts, pulling the metal flask from the bar keep and without hesitating gulps the concoction down. After a quick shake ofthe head he slams the emptied flask back on the bar " Another!" As he waits he begins pounding the side of his own head with his fist. The dwarf's muscle mass seems to bulk up afte about a minute. When the second drink is poured he imediatly gulps it down, slamming the empty flask to his head. then turn to the other two his smile has turned to a wild eyed grin as he walks forward.
A vetern warrior takes one look at the dwarf and figures the Dwarf is too close to getting out of control and begins to draw steel. Suddenly the dwarf's attention shifts as the warrior aproaches pionting the blade at the dwarf " Stand down dwarf or I'll run you through, this is a place of peace..."
Grogin doesn't give the man time to finish his sentence as he leaps shoulder first into the sternum . The old dwarf hit with such force the breastplate buckled knocking the wind from the warrior, Then came the flurry of elbows to the man's face. As the two fell back the old warrior's helm fell from his head, The dwarf immediately grabbed it before it rolled out of reach and was about the smash the skull of his oppenent, two more entered the fray, thinking the Dwarf pinned.
By the time Pyr and all others realized the situation another had entered into the fray just as Grogin literally threw the other two off as he stood to his feet. The dwarf's body mass had expanded his armour. the once folded bands now extended out like quills of a porcupine. His battle axe pulled and readied.
"Gods be damned!" Pyr muttered as she stood, quickly bowing as she excused herself to intercept the dwarf.
( OOC- Gutrot- traditional drink of Battleragers(Think barbarian rage.. only worse), Grogin is wearing Badger fighting armour, he's hopped up and nearing a frenzy Now would be a good time for a "Neutralize Poison" spell)
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Grogin peers at the contract and snorts, pulling the metal flask from the bar keep and without hesitating gulps the concoction down. After a quick shake ofthe head he slams the emptied flask back on the bar " Another!" As he waits he begins pounding the side of his own head with his fist. The dwarf's muscle mass seems to bulk up afte about a minute. When the second drink is poured he imediatly gulps it down, slamming the empty flask to his head. then turn to the other two his smile has turned to a wild eyed grin as he walks forward.
A vetern warrior takes one look at the dwarf and figures the Dwarf is too close to getting out of control and begins to draw steel. Suddenly the dwarf's attention shifts as the warrior aproaches pionting the blade at the dwarf " Stand down dwarf or I'll run you through, this is a place of peace..."
Grogin doesn't give the man time to finish his sentence as he leaps shoulder first into the sternum . The old dwarf hit with such force the breastplate buckled knocking the wind from the warrior, Then came the flurry of elbows to the man's face. As the two fell back the old warrior's helm fell from his head, The dwarf immediately grabbed it before it rolled out of reach and was about the smash the skull of his oppenent, two more entered the fray, thinking the Dwarf pinned.
By the time Pyr and all others realized the situation another had entered into the fray just as Grogin literally threw the other two off as he stood to his feet. The dwarf's body mass had expanded his armour. the once folded bands now extended out like quills of a porcupine. His battle axe pulled and readied.
"Gods be damned!" Pyr muttered as she stood, quickly bowing as she excused herself to intercept the dwarf.
( OOC- Gutrot- traditional drink of Battleragers(Think barbarian rage.. only worse), Grogin is wearing Badger fighting armour, he's hopped up and nearing a frenzy Now would be a good time for a "Neutralize Poison" spell)
While at first imperceptible with all the sudden movement, all those who violently (re)acted have a shimmering field of force surrounding them like a rectangular box. While all it does is push items back if loosely placed, the "wearer" has no ability to have any outside contact including weapon or spell affect anything outside of personal.
Edgar calmly but forcefully states,
"Any violence causes our contingencies to go off. Our last owner taking care of this was a wizard who knew the magics...before the plague, and this included arcane contingencies. If you don't do anything for five minutes that is considered violent, the contingency will end. But if you still continue to act like this, we'll dispel it with a full watch patrol waiting to escort you out to one of our "guest cool-down" rooms.
The choice is yours. Even that arcane smart-<font color="orange">HAMSTER</font> *points to truthseeker* knows enough not to mess around with those wards."
*The truthseeker does nothing more than shrug, looking more disappointed that a "show" was interrupted than concerned at some "violent outbreak."*
Taking the breaking of the barrier as a challange. The warrior elf moved over to it and probbed the barrier for a second, just before he drew the curved dagger at his belt.
He casually flipped it blade down before plunging it into the barrier, seeing what kind of damage the fiery dweomor within could cause to the barrier.
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Taking the breaking of the barrier as a challange. The warrior elf moved over to it and probbed the barrier for a second, just before he drew the curved dagger at his belt.
He casually flipped it blade down before plunging it into the barrier, seeing what kind of damage the fiery dweomor within could cause to the barrier.
*With a "Twock", the dagger bounced off the invisible barrier like it hit a stone wall, but ricocheted only an inch away before somehow "falling flat"*
The warrior shrugged and picked up the curved blade and returned it to his belt, He looked at his empty plate and sighed, it was empty. So he picked up and went to that very large table laden with food and filled his plate again, meaning to fill his stomach full.
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The warrior shrugged and picked up the curved blade and returned it to his belt, He looked at his empty plate and sighed, it was empty. So he picked up and went to that very large table laden with food and filled his plate again, meaning to fill his stomach full.
*And five minutes later when no violence was done, he was able to access the plate and other items outside the now-dropped field. *
Edgar simply says, "Everybody gets one...for now, but not two. Stay frosty."
"Corellon, Tymora and anyone else watching be praised..." Jade grunted as she fell unceremoniously through the second story window of her small and sparsely decorated rented room above The Source Stone Tavern. Not her usual taste of places to stay, but then again she did not plan to stay that long when she arrived in Neverwinter.
By the sheerest of luck or the grace of a God or Goddess that she barely believed in, Jade was able to survive the conflagration caused by her encounter with the guardian hellhound. Falling out of the same third story window she had entered in wasn't however exactly in her "plan" for the evening but she was given little choice finding that half the three story building was engulfed in flame by the time the hellhound was in its final death throes. Thanks should also be set aside for her long dead guild master for teaching her the "Bait and Switch" ability as dropping a "shadow dummy" just outside of the shop to distract the rapidly approaching Neverwinter guards was the only reason she was able to melt into the night and limp back to the inn instead being locked up in a cold prison cell.
Jade pushed herself up with the arm without the dislocated shoulder and dragged herself across the floor as wisps of smoke still emanated from the curled, burned edges of her leather armor. She glanced back at the streak of ash, soot and blood she just left trailing all the way to the window and painfully laughed, "Not one of my better nights..." Jade reached into the hollow space of one of the bedposts and retrieved her platinum ring of regeneration. She replaced the translucent blue ring she already had on her left hand with it and gratefully welcomed the numbing darkness as it covered her like a blanket.
[~~~]
Jade woke up with a start, hours?, days? later to a buzzing in her left ear. Her shoulder felt so much better as she sat up and activated the elfrune in her left earring.
A ghostly apparition appeared before her in the form of a disembodied head of a very handsome elflord.
<translated from Elvish>
<You look terrible...> the ghost-like elflord stated flatly.
<Good to see you again too, Kynaris and, as the humans say, "you should have seen the other guy...">Iralen weakly replied.
<Did you complete your mission?>
In response, Iralen seemingly pulled a glowing blood red gem out of thin air and held it up for the apparition to see.
<Excellent! Make preparations to immediately leave for Ever...>
<I'm in no condition to travel anywhere, brother,> Iralen interrupted, <send an emissary to come pick up your cursed bauble.>
<Very well..> her brother conceded as Iralen laid back down on the floor and just stared at the ceiling, very much happy to be alive.
<I have agents in Waterdeep that can be there shortly to ferry the Mhaorkiira back to Evereska. Try to stay out of trouble...>Kynaris retorted condescendingly as his ghostly image began to fade away.
"Yeah... whatever..." Jade replied to no one in particular as she pushed her almost fully healed body up off of the floor and proceeded to wash her face in the bowl of water on the dresser. A shower of thieving equipment and charred leather soon rained upon a corner of her tiny room as Jade stripped off all of her "work clothes" and proceeded to clean the taint of responsibility and war off of herself. Last to be revealed, was Jade's long luxurious hair, the color of spun forest green emeralds, which cascaded over her shoulders and down her back as she took off the black leather headpiece and flung it into the corner. A rare hair color indeed for a Teu-Tel'Quessir, perhaps more appropriate for an Alu-Tel'Quessir but it was very easy to see why Jade/Iralen's parents named her as such.
Black chimera leather was soon replaced by a silvery gown of fine, soft Shou silk, equally form-fitting but much more revealing. Jade slipped a sheathed Rakka into her right dress boot and checked herself out one last time in the tiny room's cracked mirror over the dresser. She trusted the magical wards in the tavern to quell any incidence of violence that may erupt but then again a rogue's trust goes only so far.
As she descended the staircase, she heard a raucous cacophony of mixed conversations, heavy drinking and gluttonous feasting with someone offering to buy a round for the entire tavern just about every other minute.
"This sounds like my kind of crowd, " Jade purred as she entered the main tavern room and her thoughts fleetingly went to the killer hangover she was probably going to have tomorrow morning, to which she smiled.
"This is going to hurt..."
This city promises death for the meek, glory for the bold, danger for all, and riches for Jade! Elven Trickster Rogue: Two-bladed elf, tons of stabby stabby and that sort of thing...
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Nobody seemed to notice the brief reflections or flashes on one of the items behind the bar, but the bartender did seem to raise his right eyebrow slightly.
Edgar (considering what had recently happened before,) took the orders made to tables (not just the bar) to the patrons personally, speaking briefly to them, thanking them for their calm from that "last attempted fight."
What was not so clear was the delivery message to the "private security" about the "intruder" method of entry.
Besides the normal patrons Edgar spoke to this way, several "regulars" secretly doubled as "backup security" (who else but adventurers would be qualified?) the truthseeker was approached as one of those secret members. To the untrained eye, Edgar "fiddled with his ring once" while talking to him but its message was clear to the initiated. When they "happened" to fiddle with their rings one time "simultaneously" the ESP message communication was activated.
"Break-in, second floor, rented room." "Why what a coincidence, there's a crier outside nearby mentioning a fire also 'breaking out' earlier this evening." "You saw the alert here then?" "After the 'fight attempt' thought I'd pay a little more attention than normal for warning signs. Activating my clairvoyance item when the alarm went off...actually equipping and activating my item secretly was damn near impossible...but I managed it. Been enjoying the "double feature" since, but it's about to go inert until it recharges." "Anything we need to worry about that you noticed?" "If you're asking if Harpers or some other group have tipped me off in one of their ridiculous spycraft manners, no. It likely was a theft or surveillance gathering attempt gone wrong since it's a wealthy and successful 'Import/Export' shop that was broken into. Of course not as strong here, but they also use wardings, so this was no amateur either. I'm recommending for now we just observe and report, but of course let us know should one of us notice something more than just this." "And this 'recommendation' comes from....?" "No, I'm not speaking as the boss' ambassador or anything here, no matter how 'close' we are. Just another patron as usual with this arrangement like the other security have." "Fine. I'm moving on to the next 'patron' and letting them know."
Edgar and the truthseeker finish up their (vocal innuendo) conversation and Edgar picks up the next round of drinks and begins to deliver to the tables, continuing to check the "mood" of the room.
Some time later, an elven female descends the stairs, truth noticing the expertly hidden almost imperceptible way she carried her hurt body (unless you were expecting injury and knew exactly what to look for.)
He nods to himself as he confirms her dwemors of the magical auras, including healing, but is satisfied no active magics that would be similar to harm as a "trap" or worse are contingently ready to interrupt or react on her person.
Threat aside, he then allowed himself to enjoy the vision of her form-fitting silver dress and almost glowingly vibrant green hair.
Raising a glass, he says to Iralen/Jade in Elvish,
"Welcome to the Source Stone Tavern! It's nice to finally meet you...Iralen is it?"
Some time later, an elven female descends the stairs, truth noticing the expertly hidden almost imperceptible way she carried her hurt body (unless you were expecting injury and knew exactly what to look for.)
He nods to himself as he confirms her dwemors of the magical auras, including healing, but is satisfied no active magics that would be similar to harm as a "trap" or worse are contingently ready to interrupt or react on her person.
Threat aside, he then allowed himself to enjoy the vision of her form-fitting silver dress and almost glowingly vibrant green hair.
Raising a glass, he says to Iralen/Jade in Elvish,
"Welcome to the Source Stone Tavern! It's nice to finally meet you...Iralen is it?"
"Iralen..." the speaking of her true name by an N'Tel'Quessir caused Jade to pause at the edge of the stairs. She attempted to disguise her hesitation by pretending to scan the room and the rather motley crew of adventurers assembled. However, she barely even noticed them as thoughts and implications swirled in her mind with the utterance of that name.
Had her most recent highly-spirited exploits been played out to a larger audience than she had originally thought?
If so, then why was she basking in a warm and rowdy libation and roasted meat fueled tavern hall rather than shivering in a cold prison cell?
Perhaps there was a game to be played in this "not-so-backwater" town after all...
And this curious N'Tel'Quessir, a mage most likely from the attire, the tingle in the base of her skull indicating magical scrutiny and his excellent command of the True Tongue which revealed a level of higher intelligence.
In a blink of an eye, Jade recomposed herself, put on a curious smile and slowly approached the stranger's table. The Shou silk hugged her body like a second skin and softly reflected the tavern's ambient torchlight into a delicate silver nimbus around her.
<translated from elvish>
<Only stuffy old men, stuffier old elves, and the stuffiest of older brothers call me, Iralen...> Jade warmly smiled and extended her hand.
[switching to Realms Common]
"Please, my friends call me, Jade... but then again, you probably already knew that, right?" she asked knowingly.
She fleetingly thought about his earlier magical scrutiny as she looked into the stranger's eyes and marveled at the notion that this seemed to be part of the standard procedure now-a-days for meeting new people. She privately lamented for the days when men would scrutinize her for just her body and not the magical hardware or spells she carried.
"It would appear you have me at a disadvantage.... And you are?"
This city promises death for the meek, glory for the bold, danger for all, and riches for Jade! Elven Trickster Rogue: Two-bladed elf, tons of stabby stabby and that sort of thing...
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edited September 2012
*Continued in the Elven Tongue*
"My name is unimportant, not in a true name bind my soul thing, but it simply does not reflect who I am anymore. I am called the truthseeker as much a name as it is a title. Apologies Jade, since we are meeting for the first time and I am speaking in your tongue,"
*switches briefly to draconic*
"Instead of you speaking this tongue and following the custom of referring to an unknown wizard as 'Magnus' for example"
*and back to Elven*
I refered to you more...formally.
He pauses, seeing the...uncertainty he caused with the way he handled his introduction. Taking a gamble, he continues,
"But again, my apologies. You are quite stunning [literally Vanimle sila tiri,] and perhaps my attempt to be more respectful and not treat you as...demeaning were a bit over-corrected. We could dance around all night what you know and you think I know and I think you know and ask what we think tingles and what we think detects..."
truthseeker deliberately allows both the entente and the warning to be clear then continues,
"But the only thing we have to worry about while in this tavern is not causing fights and not taking anything that doesn't belong to us in the first place when we enter here. The rest we can handle if we need to with the...more pedestrian outside when we leave. Else, is is a safe haven for everybody who play by those rules when they walk through the front door."
Almost as imperceptible as her injured walk, the truthseeker seemed to have a twitch in one of his eyes. Perhaps it was a spec of dirt, but the bemused look on his face at the end of the sentence suggested instead a wink?
"But where are my manners? Yet again my apologies. You honor the bar with your presence and grace and beauty of course, and I haven't offered you a drink? Short of something silly like a 12,000 year old drink, allow me to offer you anything you wish. I promise it will be as safe and as lovely as you appear now. Or if you are like some of the Dwarves and order something like Rotgut, a small disclaimer form may be in order. But I promise, no surprises from me tonight."
*With that the truthseeker finishes allowing Jade to respond as she sees fit.*
Maeve enters back in the tavern. All beaten up and a bit smelly. She got her mace back and it is now holstered on her waist. Her eyes are bloodshot as usual and the mark of Selune on her eyes look faded compared to before.
"I have used too many prayers. Time to get drunk and hit the sack" she thinks to herself. Her short silverish hair is less lustrous due to some slime sticking to it. As she enters tavern, she looks at a new figure in tavern, a green headed elf. But the elf is talking in a language she does not understands.
She hears a lot of "immwins" "holoshpha" and other words which are whispered and not spoken clearly. She decides to back off a bit thinking the elf is possessed when the possessing spirit enters truthseeker. He also uses a lot of whispering, then starts to talk like a kobold - hissing a lot and throwing out a lot of spit in the process. Maeve tries to follow the words but most of them are "hisss" or worse "ssssssepthesssssss".
Then he switches back to whispers.
Maeve looks at them with suspicion. Does she have enough power to exorcise three spirits today, exhausted as she is?
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[OOC] Just scare me (look at me while being confused or something) so I can run away. I just had to enter now to register I came back for my story when I make later(for references and stuff). Maybe jade tries to introduce herself and I run away after trying exorcism prayer and realising it doesn't works because I am tired and its new moon. this way. more like this.[/OOC]
"But again, my apologies. You are quite stunning [literally Vanimle sila tiri,] and perhaps my attempt to be more respectful and not treat you as...demeaning were a bit over-corrected. We could dance around all night what you know and you think I know and I think you know and ask what we think tingles and what we think detects..."
truthseeker deliberately allows both the entente and the warning to be clear then continues,
Jade raised a green eyebrow in bemused fascination... [Diola lle]
"But the only thing we have to worry about while in this tavern is not causing fights and not taking anything that doesn't belong to usin the first place when we enter here. The rest we can handle if we need to with the...more pedestrian outside when we leave. Else, is is a safe haven for everybody who play by those rules when they walk through the front door."
Almost as imperceptible as her injured walk, the truthseeker seemed to have a twitch in one of his eyes. Perhaps it was a spec of dirt, but the bemused look on his face at the end of the sentence suggested instead a wink?
"But where are my manners? Yet again my apologies. You honor the bar with your presence and grace and beauty of course, and I haven't offered you a drink? Short of something silly like a 12,000 year old drink, allow me to offer you anything you wish. I promise it will be as safe and as lovely as you appear now. Or if you are like some of the Dwarves and order something like Rotgut, a small disclaimer form may be in order. But I promise, no surprises from me tonight."
[In realms Common]
"In a world where the dead walk, dragons soar, and demon-kin *lifting her chin towards the Tiefling* serve as our brothers and sisters in arms and spells, there are surprises a plenty... But, you shall also have no surprises from me, at least of a belligerent nature... " Jade started to say as she drifted around the table.
"... unless you ask very nicely..." she whispered when she was behind the Magnus nearly brushing his ear with her lips.
Jade deliberately chose a seat that faced her back to the door, demurely sat down, rested her elbows on the table and cradled her head in her interlaced fingers.
[ooc/ Although I understand the rationale, I could never accept the spatial arrangement that every single patron in a fantasy bar could either sit with their backs to the wall or with their fronts to the main door. Wouldn't that be like sitting in a classroom rather than a bar/restaurant/tavern? /ooc]
"Elquesstria, please, " Jade stated with a smile as Imogene came up to take her order.
Maeve enters back in the tavern. All beaten up and a bit smelly. She got her mace back and it is now holstered on her waist. Her eyes are bloodshot as usual and the mark of Selune on her eyes look faded compared to before.
Maeve looks at Jade and truthseeker with suspicion. Does she have enough power to exorcise three spirits today, exhausted as she is?
Jade felt the sensation of eyes burning upon her but made no move save to subtly survey the room in the mirror behind the bartender. She noted the human female with the mace as the source of the sensation and turned towards her.
"Care to join us?" Jade inquired with a smile
As a look of panic appears on the woman's face, Jade mutters, "Hm.... Perhaps not."
She turned back to truth.
"So... truthseeker... is it?" she ask as she graciously accepted a goblet of translucent amber liquid from Imogene.
As she reached for the liquor, Jade noted a small rapidly healing burn mark on her left wrist.
"What does one do in this town for excitement?" she wryly asked.
This city promises death for the meek, glory for the bold, danger for all, and riches for Jade! Elven Trickster Rogue: Two-bladed elf, tons of stabby stabby and that sort of thing...
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edited September 2012
the truthseeker responds with a Lle creoso to the Diola lle and it is he who is creoso when he hears her whispered reply to "no surprises."
He orders half a glass of Feywine, and swallows a green pill before imbuing even that much.
*In common*
"I'd hate to forget what we spoke of if one of us non Elves drank this without...precautions. But it truly is a unique taste and quite warming."
*sips throughout the conversation*
When Mauve comes in, he failed to notice her until Jade replied. He gestures to an open chair, but gets that strange feeling something is off and allows Mauve to make her own choice on joining or running away without further prompting.
Strange. Was that fear or jealousy or something else?
truthseeker sees the healing burn but makes no mention or awareness of it like it's as important as what color buttons are on an inside shirt sleeve.
Answering the wry question with a bemused look on his face he replies,
"Depends on what your idea of excitement is. For a farmer, just walking into this city covers that.
If you were to go to our...*ahem*...competition The Moonstone Mask and were...insightful enough what to ask for and how much to pay for it...many men and women of all races are available there and one could find excitement of another form.
If culture is your stimulation outside of this kind of performance *points to the stage where a bard is currently performing* the Gondmakers are beginning to rebuild many buildings for performance, art, clocktowers with other mechanics as well, and so forth. I guarantee you that storytellers and loremasters are everywhere waiting to share their history with you, myself included.
As for my field or the Art, that is as subjective as what is excitement, and you'd need to be a bit more specific which kinds if Arcana "floats your boat" as the Humans say.
Of course, there are the more...gray areas of excitement and if you were to go to a certain location on the southwestern area of the city, those kinds of things and jobs are done there. As to what I said earlier about ownership, I do respect nosse, family ownership as well, not simply the human idiosyncratic 'possession is nine tenths of the law.' Family That's when the other one tenth does come in, respecting the balance, I'm sure you can appreciate keeping the balance of family."
There was no question truth meant her kind when using the term 'family' deliberately also speaking it in Elven that way and there would be no authorities waiting for her when she left. So much said in a word and so much confirmed in a few others Without pause, he continued,
"And then there is what some people do here as Humans call it, 'adventuring.' A truly odd wrinkle has come up. Besides the 'typical' way of gaining information and talking to key people for missions, many 'boards' have come up like the one in the back *points to a board* where both written and magically penned notes offering jobs for adventurers are displayed. You then when finding the job you like there contact the employee normally and continue. Of course, feel free to tip Imogen or any bar server in your area and they can tell you the regional jobs in that part of the city to narrow things a bit. As for if the jobs are any good, you'll have to rate that yourself.
If looking to strengthen your talents a bit more quickly, adventuring is the best option we have, and Neverwinter fully endorses adventurers. As for our self-proclaimed protector Lord Neverember...your take on him is as good as any, except one warning to everybody who thinks they know his intent: things are not always what they seem to be, even after you have 'revealed' a few things. All actions right and wrong or in between have consequences and choose carefully when interacting with things intertwined. That's all I'll say of him. *sips*
But, if you are looking for a place to just get away from everything, the Silmataurea here are truly serene...for those who can traverse those woodlands of course. I am sure one like yourself does well in both city and wilds.
And that should be good start I hope. Of course, feel free to ask me something specific if it was not mentioned here. I know these things and your own tasks will keep you busy, most likely mind body and spirit.
And one day should all go well, I'll even show you parts of the city more personally kept and ask you very nicely if you wish."
the truthseeker finishes his half a glass of Feywine, and orders a berry mead as he still feels thirsty. He awaits Jade's replies and questions, if any.
Thaix understands bits of truthseekers and elf's conversation but not everything and since he is not that wise he cant solve the puzzle and has puzzled look in his features.
Of course, there are the more...gray areas of excitement and if you were to go to a certain location on the southwestern area of the city, those kinds of things and jobs are done there.
As to what I said earlier about ownership, I do respect nosse, family ownership as well, not simply the human idiosyncratic 'possession is nine tenths of the law.' Family That's when the other one tenth does come in, respecting the balance, I'm sure you can appreciate keeping the balance of family."
*relieved sip*
Jade dearly wanted to roll her eyes but nodded slightly in agreement. Oh yeah, family matters... family responsibilities... family duties... Besides, breaking out of prison was always such a messy affair and not high on Jade's list of preferred pastimes.
*wry sip*
She continued to listen as truthseeker spoke of adventuring in Neverwinter and in the surrounding areas and found herself fascinated with the prospect of challenging her skills and talents in the wild frontier that Neverwinter offered.
*attempted sip*
So engrossed in the conversation was Jade that when she looked into her goblet she found it sadly empty. She waved her goblet in the air towards Imogene across the room and continued to listen intently.
Thaix understands bits of truthseekers and elf's conversation but not everything and since he is not that wise he cant solve the puzzle and has puzzled look in his features.
"Care to join us, dark cousin? " she asked.
"And if I may request... leave the spiders in the corner..." Jade added with a sly grin and a wink.
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edited September 2012
"Yes do join us," the truthseeker says in common and in Elven dialects to Thaix.
"Looks like a lot of things are going to be...redone in a few days, so why not... "
*The truthseeker mutters a word, and he then reaches into a very small pouch, pulling out a platinum coin. Muttering another word as the coin is extracted, he flips the coin over to Imogen saying,*
"Keep us filled up at this table until we all leave, and whatever amount is left over, take care of the rest of the patrons. If somehow that's not enough, take the remainder out of my personal balance I paid for that while back with Edgar. And don't announce this to the whole tavern this time!"
"Yes si...I mean thank you M'Lord," Imogen exclaims!
Whatever drinks ordered will most likely be handled with utmost expediency.
As they waited for the drow's reply to their invitation, Jade closed her eyes and tried to take in the hearty, roaring Gaelic music.
She swayed in time with the upbeat tune but try as she did, she found she was far too distracted by the rather odd and quite Cryptic statement that truthseeker just made regarding the joining of the drow to drink with them.
"Looks like a lot of things are going to be...redone in a few days, so why not... "
... redone ... redone?
Now she had been around many a mage before and heard their arcane babble time and time again, especially from her wizarding brothers but none had that... that [Amin uuma sinta mani...] Je ne sais quoi... that this truthseeker possessed.
The last time anything was "redone" in her memory was the Spellplague which occurred when she was but a very young elfling. Many terrible things happened but the most devastating for Jade was the birth heritage that was stolen from her when the elven homeland Evermeet was ripped off the face of Toril and cast into the Feywild.
Toril was "redone" indeed.
In the aftermath of the Spellplague, perhaps no one was truly fit to judge if this was or was not a Perfect World but it become a place that Jade had accepted as home in spite of the massive changes.
Indeed, she needed to find out what he meant by that...
Jade opened her eyes, emboldened herself with another sip of Elquesstria, simply asked truthseeker, "what's to be redone in the next few days?" and waited for his answer.
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edited September 2012
Again, he saw the look of shock and confusion, and fell prey to his foot being placed into his mouth from semantics.
"I am sorry if my words worried you, but I heard a lot of business opportunities a while back are going to be re-offered to adventurers who might have missed it or wish to do some things again. Re-done. While I plan things to quite a methodical level, I decided this time instead to take faith on that news and spend coin in the belief I'd get it back sooner rather than later."
"And if I may request... leave the spiders in the corner..." Jade added with a sly grin and a wink.
"I've never liked spiders. Sometimes i wonder if majority of our people are mad when they worship insects." Thaix says with a slight smile. However he doesnt move from his current location. "Maybe I will join you later but not now."
Again, he saw the look of shock and confusion, and fell prey to his foot being placed into his mouth from semantics.
"I am sorry if my words worried you, but I heard a lot of business opportunities a while back are going to be re-offered to adventurers who might have missed it or wish to do some things again. Re-done. While I plan things to quite a methodical level, I decided this time instead to take faith on that news and spend coin in the belief I'd get it back sooner rather than later."
"My apologies for getting a bit carried away, " Jade admitted with a smile and visibly relaxing, "my imagination tends to get the better of me sometimes..."
"Or perhaps I just drink too much, " she added before draining the rest of her goblet and signalling for another.
Jade spotted the food set up across the room and her spirits-filled stomach growled in protest.
"It would appear they have quite a feast here! " she happily declared as she got up from the table. "Try not to miss me too much and I expect to hear more about these business opportunities when I return and perhaps more of the history and lore you hinted to earlier as well..."
And, with a quick readjustment of her gown and flip of her emerald tresses, Jade was gone from the table, albeit a slight bit wobblier then when she first arrived...
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Grogin looks at the two obviously inexperienced drinkers and saunters up to the bar. "2 parts Gutshaker,2 parts Gutbuster and for good measure 3 parts Gutrot" He looks at truthseeker and the elf and smiles.
*The previous bottle is kept out and several new bottles are removed as the gutbuster, gutshaker, and gutrot drinks are ordered. The last drink request's spirit is poured from a metal container, measured with a metal jigger and poured into a metal drinking "glass," lest the drink eat away the glass, the floor and whatever is beneath it.
A document is unfurled with many a signature, initials, and "X" stating the tavern is not responsible for any injury or death from the possible dissolving of flesh due to the gutrot's potency. A space is pointed to for Grogin to sign, and if he is illiterate, is explained to him.*
After a moment Thaix slowly sits, inspecting the other drow closely.
OOC:
three powerpuff girls walk in and drink the chemical X, then fly off. As the time had stopped due to interdimentional multi-universe rip in space and time, nobody was able to observe that. The guardian of time sitting in the end of all time records this log on his notebook.
OOC ends.
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On one side of the mountain, there were bones...
OOC:-
Sorry for detracking the RP. Please use a Deus ex machina like The Great Will of the Macrocosm to erase last two and this post out of existence of your discussions. I just couldn't resist after reading the 'X' ...
(OOC: Until we see your official alchemist badge, you may NOT make Chemical X, [and then you have to take House Dance lessons to move like this] so there!
A vetern warrior takes one look at the dwarf and figures the Dwarf is too close to getting out of control and begins to draw steel. Suddenly the dwarf's attention shifts as the warrior aproaches pionting the blade at the dwarf " Stand down dwarf or I'll run you through, this is a place of peace..."
Grogin doesn't give the man time to finish his sentence as he leaps shoulder first into the sternum . The old dwarf hit with such force the breastplate buckled knocking the wind from the warrior, Then came the flurry of elbows to the man's face. As the two fell back the old warrior's helm fell from his head, The dwarf immediately grabbed it before it rolled out of reach and was about the smash the skull of his oppenent, two more entered the fray, thinking the Dwarf pinned.
By the time Pyr and all others realized the situation another had entered into the fray just as Grogin literally threw the other two off as he stood to his feet. The dwarf's body mass had expanded his armour. the once folded bands now extended out like quills of a porcupine. His battle axe pulled and readied.
"Gods be damned!" Pyr muttered as she stood, quickly bowing as she excused herself to intercept the dwarf.
( OOC- Gutrot- traditional drink of Battleragers(Think barbarian rage.. only worse), Grogin is wearing Badger fighting armour, he's hopped up and nearing a frenzy Now would be a good time for a "Neutralize Poison" spell)
While at first imperceptible with all the sudden movement, all those who violently (re)acted have a shimmering field of force surrounding them like a rectangular box. While all it does is push items back if loosely placed, the "wearer" has no ability to have any outside contact including weapon or spell affect anything outside of personal.
Edgar calmly but forcefully states,
"Any violence causes our contingencies to go off. Our last owner taking care of this was a wizard who knew the magics...before the plague, and this included arcane contingencies. If you don't do anything for five minutes that is considered violent, the contingency will end. But if you still continue to act like this, we'll dispel it with a full watch patrol waiting to escort you out to one of our "guest cool-down" rooms.
The choice is yours. Even that arcane smart-<font color="orange">HAMSTER</font> *points to truthseeker* knows enough not to mess around with those wards."
*The truthseeker does nothing more than shrug, looking more disappointed that a "show" was interrupted than concerned at some "violent outbreak."*
He casually flipped it blade down before plunging it into the barrier, seeing what kind of damage the fiery dweomor within could cause to the barrier.
*With a "Twock", the dagger bounced off the invisible barrier like it hit a stone wall, but ricocheted only an inch away before somehow "falling flat"*
*And five minutes later when no violence was done, he was able to access the plate and other items outside the now-dropped field. *
Edgar simply says, "Everybody gets one...for now, but not two. Stay frosty."
"Corellon, Tymora and anyone else watching be praised..." Jade grunted as she fell unceremoniously through the second story window of her small and sparsely decorated rented room above The Source Stone Tavern. Not her usual taste of places to stay, but then again she did not plan to stay that long when she arrived in Neverwinter.
By the sheerest of luck or the grace of a God or Goddess that she barely believed in, Jade was able to survive the conflagration caused by her encounter with the guardian hellhound. Falling out of the same third story window she had entered in wasn't however exactly in her "plan" for the evening but she was given little choice finding that half the three story building was engulfed in flame by the time the hellhound was in its final death throes. Thanks should also be set aside for her long dead guild master for teaching her the "Bait and Switch" ability as dropping a "shadow dummy" just outside of the shop to distract the rapidly approaching Neverwinter guards was the only reason she was able to melt into the night and limp back to the inn instead being locked up in a cold prison cell.
Jade pushed herself up with the arm without the dislocated shoulder and dragged herself across the floor as wisps of smoke still emanated from the curled, burned edges of her leather armor. She glanced back at the streak of ash, soot and blood she just left trailing all the way to the window and painfully laughed, "Not one of my better nights..." Jade reached into the hollow space of one of the bedposts and retrieved her platinum ring of regeneration. She replaced the translucent blue ring she already had on her left hand with it and gratefully welcomed the numbing darkness as it covered her like a blanket.
[~~~]
Jade woke up with a start, hours?, days? later to a buzzing in her left ear. Her shoulder felt so much better as she sat up and activated the elfrune in her left earring.
A ghostly apparition appeared before her in the form of a disembodied head of a very handsome elflord.
<translated from Elvish>
<You look terrible...> the ghost-like elflord stated flatly.
<Good to see you again too, Kynaris and, as the humans say, "you should have seen the other guy..."> Iralen weakly replied.
<Did you complete your mission?>
In response, Iralen seemingly pulled a glowing blood red gem out of thin air and held it up for the apparition to see.
<Excellent! Make preparations to immediately leave for Ever...>
<I'm in no condition to travel anywhere, brother,> Iralen interrupted, <send an emissary to come pick up your cursed bauble.>
<Very well..> her brother conceded as Iralen laid back down on the floor and just stared at the ceiling, very much happy to be alive.
<I have agents in Waterdeep that can be there shortly to ferry the Mhaorkiira back to Evereska. Try to stay out of trouble...> Kynaris retorted condescendingly as his ghostly image began to fade away.
"Yeah... whatever..." Jade replied to no one in particular as she pushed her almost fully healed body up off of the floor and proceeded to wash her face in the bowl of water on the dresser. A shower of thieving equipment and charred leather soon rained upon a corner of her tiny room as Jade stripped off all of her "work clothes" and proceeded to clean the taint of responsibility and war off of herself. Last to be revealed, was Jade's long luxurious hair, the color of spun forest green emeralds, which cascaded over her shoulders and down her back as she took off the black leather headpiece and flung it into the corner. A rare hair color indeed for a Teu-Tel'Quessir, perhaps more appropriate for an Alu-Tel'Quessir but it was very easy to see why Jade/Iralen's parents named her as such.
Black chimera leather was soon replaced by a silvery gown of fine, soft Shou silk, equally form-fitting but much more revealing. Jade slipped a sheathed Rakka into her right dress boot and checked herself out one last time in the tiny room's cracked mirror over the dresser. She trusted the magical wards in the tavern to quell any incidence of violence that may erupt but then again a rogue's trust goes only so far.
As she descended the staircase, she heard a raucous cacophony of mixed conversations, heavy drinking and gluttonous feasting with someone offering to buy a round for the entire tavern just about every other minute.
"This sounds like my kind of crowd, " Jade purred as she entered the main tavern room and her thoughts fleetingly went to the killer hangover she was probably going to have tomorrow morning, to which she smiled.
"This is going to hurt..."
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Nobody seemed to notice the brief reflections or flashes on one of the items behind the bar, but the bartender did seem to raise his right eyebrow slightly.
Edgar (considering what had recently happened before,) took the orders made to tables (not just the bar) to the patrons personally, speaking briefly to them, thanking them for their calm from that "last attempted fight."
What was not so clear was the delivery message to the "private security" about the "intruder" method of entry.
Besides the normal patrons Edgar spoke to this way, several "regulars" secretly doubled as "backup security" (who else but adventurers would be qualified?) the truthseeker was approached as one of those secret members. To the untrained eye, Edgar "fiddled with his ring once" while talking to him but its message was clear to the initiated. When they "happened" to fiddle with their rings one time "simultaneously" the ESP message communication was activated.
"Break-in, second floor, rented room."
"Why what a coincidence, there's a crier outside nearby mentioning a fire also 'breaking out' earlier this evening."
"You saw the alert here then?"
"After the 'fight attempt' thought I'd pay a little more attention than normal for warning signs. Activating my clairvoyance item when the alarm went off...actually equipping and activating my item secretly was damn near impossible...but I managed it. Been enjoying the "double feature" since, but it's about to go inert until it recharges."
"Anything we need to worry about that you noticed?"
"If you're asking if Harpers or some other group have tipped me off in one of their ridiculous spycraft manners, no. It likely was a theft or surveillance gathering attempt gone wrong since it's a wealthy and successful 'Import/Export' shop that was broken into. Of course not as strong here, but they also use wardings, so this was no amateur either.
I'm recommending for now we just observe and report, but of course let us know should one of us notice something more than just this."
"And this 'recommendation' comes from....?"
"No, I'm not speaking as the boss' ambassador or anything here, no matter how 'close' we are. Just another patron as usual with this arrangement like the other security have."
"Fine. I'm moving on to the next 'patron' and letting them know."
Edgar and the truthseeker finish up their (vocal innuendo) conversation and Edgar picks up the next round of drinks and begins to deliver to the tables, continuing to check the "mood" of the room.
Some time later, an elven female descends the stairs, truth noticing the expertly hidden almost imperceptible way she carried her hurt body (unless you were expecting injury and knew exactly what to look for.)
He nods to himself as he confirms her dwemors of the magical auras, including healing, but is satisfied no active magics that would be similar to harm as a "trap" or worse are contingently ready to interrupt or react on her person.
Threat aside, he then allowed himself to enjoy the vision of her form-fitting silver dress and almost glowingly vibrant green hair.
Raising a glass, he says to Iralen/Jade in Elvish,
"Welcome to the Source Stone Tavern! It's nice to finally meet you...Iralen is it?"
"Iralen..." the speaking of her true name by an N'Tel'Quessir caused Jade to pause at the edge of the stairs. She attempted to disguise her hesitation by pretending to scan the room and the rather motley crew of adventurers assembled. However, she barely even noticed them as thoughts and implications swirled in her mind with the utterance of that name.
Had her most recent highly-spirited exploits been played out to a larger audience than she had originally thought?
If so, then why was she basking in a warm and rowdy libation and roasted meat fueled tavern hall rather than shivering in a cold prison cell?
Perhaps there was a game to be played in this "not-so-backwater" town after all...
And this curious N'Tel'Quessir, a mage most likely from the attire, the tingle in the base of her skull indicating magical scrutiny and his excellent command of the True Tongue which revealed a level of higher intelligence.
In a blink of an eye, Jade recomposed herself, put on a curious smile and slowly approached the stranger's table. The Shou silk hugged her body like a second skin and softly reflected the tavern's ambient torchlight into a delicate silver nimbus around her.
<translated from elvish>
<Only stuffy old men, stuffier old elves, and the stuffiest of older brothers call me, Iralen...> Jade warmly smiled and extended her hand.
[switching to Realms Common]
"Please, my friends call me, Jade... but then again, you probably already knew that, right?" she asked knowingly.
She fleetingly thought about his earlier magical scrutiny as she looked into the stranger's eyes and marveled at the notion that this seemed to be part of the standard procedure now-a-days for meeting new people. She privately lamented for the days when men would scrutinize her for just her body and not the magical hardware or spells she carried.
"It would appear you have me at a disadvantage.... And you are?"
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Elven Trickster Rogue: Two-bladed elf, tons of stabby stabby and that sort of thing...
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"My name is unimportant, not in a true name bind my soul thing, but it simply does not reflect who I am anymore. I am called the truthseeker as much a name as it is a title. Apologies Jade, since we are meeting for the first time and I am speaking in your tongue,"
*switches briefly to draconic*
"Instead of you speaking this tongue and following the custom of referring to an unknown wizard as 'Magnus' for example"
*and back to Elven*
I refered to you more...formally.
He pauses, seeing the...uncertainty he caused with the way he handled his introduction. Taking a gamble, he continues,
"But again, my apologies. You are quite stunning [literally Vanimle sila tiri,] and perhaps my attempt to be more respectful and not treat you as...demeaning were a bit over-corrected. We could dance around all night what you know and you think I know and I think you know and ask what we think tingles and what we think detects..."
truthseeker deliberately allows both the entente and the warning to be clear then continues,
"But the only thing we have to worry about while in this tavern is not causing fights and not taking anything that doesn't belong to us in the first place when we enter here. The rest we can handle if we need to with the...more pedestrian outside when we leave. Else, is is a safe haven for everybody who play by those rules when they walk through the front door."
Almost as imperceptible as her injured walk, the truthseeker seemed to have a twitch in one of his eyes. Perhaps it was a spec of dirt, but the bemused look on his face at the end of the sentence suggested instead a wink?
"But where are my manners? Yet again my apologies. You honor the bar with your presence and grace and beauty of course, and I haven't offered you a drink? Short of something silly like a 12,000 year old drink, allow me to offer you anything you wish. I promise it will be as safe and as lovely as you appear now. Or if you are like some of the Dwarves and order something like Rotgut, a small disclaimer form may be in order. But I promise, no surprises from me tonight."
*With that the truthseeker finishes allowing Jade to respond as she sees fit.*
"I have used too many prayers. Time to get drunk and hit the sack" she thinks to herself. Her short silverish hair is less lustrous due to some slime sticking to it. As she enters tavern, she looks at a new figure in tavern, a green headed elf. But the elf is talking in a language she does not understands.
She hears a lot of "immwins" "holoshpha" and other words which are whispered and not spoken clearly. She decides to back off a bit thinking the elf is possessed when the possessing spirit enters truthseeker. He also uses a lot of whispering, then starts to talk like a kobold - hissing a lot and throwing out a lot of spit in the process. Maeve tries to follow the words but most of them are "hisss" or worse "ssssssepthesssssss".
Then he switches back to whispers.
Maeve looks at them with suspicion. Does she have enough power to exorcise three spirits today, exhausted as she is?
[OOC] Just scare me (look at me while being confused or something) so I can run away. I just had to enter now to register I came back for my story when I make later(for references and stuff). Maybe jade tries to introduce herself and I run away after trying exorcism prayer and realising it doesn't works because I am tired and its new moon. this way. more like this.[/OOC]
[In realms Common]
"In a world where the dead walk, dragons soar, and demon-kin *lifting her chin towards the Tiefling* serve as our brothers and sisters in arms and spells, there are surprises a plenty... But, you shall also have no surprises from me, at least of a belligerent nature... " Jade started to say as she drifted around the table.
"... unless you ask very nicely..." she whispered when she was behind the Magnus nearly brushing his ear with her lips.
Jade deliberately chose a seat that faced her back to the door, demurely sat down, rested her elbows on the table and cradled her head in her interlaced fingers.
[ooc/ Although I understand the rationale, I could never accept the spatial arrangement that every single patron in a fantasy bar could either sit with their backs to the wall or with their fronts to the main door. Wouldn't that be like sitting in a classroom rather than a bar/restaurant/tavern? /ooc]
"Elquesstria, please, " Jade stated with a smile as Imogene came up to take her order.
Jade felt the sensation of eyes burning upon her but made no move save to subtly survey the room in the mirror behind the bartender. She noted the human female with the mace as the source of the sensation and turned towards her.
"Care to join us?" Jade inquired with a smile
As a look of panic appears on the woman's face, Jade mutters, "Hm.... Perhaps not."
She turned back to truth.
"So... truthseeker... is it?" she ask as she graciously accepted a goblet of translucent amber liquid from Imogene.
As she reached for the liquor, Jade noted a small rapidly healing burn mark on her left wrist.
"What does one do in this town for excitement?" she wryly asked.
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He orders half a glass of Feywine, and swallows a green pill before imbuing even that much.
*In common*
"I'd hate to forget what we spoke of if one of us non Elves drank this without...precautions. But it truly is a unique taste and quite warming."
*sips throughout the conversation*
When Mauve comes in, he failed to notice her until Jade replied. He gestures to an open chair, but gets that strange feeling something is off and allows Mauve to make her own choice on joining or running away without further prompting.
Strange. Was that fear or jealousy or something else?
truthseeker sees the healing burn but makes no mention or awareness of it like it's as important as what color buttons are on an inside shirt sleeve.
Answering the wry question with a bemused look on his face he replies,
"Depends on what your idea of excitement is. For a farmer, just walking into this city covers that.
If you were to go to our...*ahem*...competition The Moonstone Mask and were...insightful enough what to ask for and how much to pay for it...many men and women of all races are available there and one could find excitement of another form.
If culture is your stimulation outside of this kind of performance *points to the stage where a bard is currently performing* the Gondmakers are beginning to rebuild many buildings for performance, art, clocktowers with other mechanics as well, and so forth. I guarantee you that storytellers and loremasters are everywhere waiting to share their history with you, myself included.
As for my field or the Art, that is as subjective as what is excitement, and you'd need to be a bit more specific which kinds if Arcana "floats your boat" as the Humans say.
Of course, there are the more...gray areas of excitement and if you were to go to a certain location on the southwestern area of the city, those kinds of things and jobs are done there. As to what I said earlier about ownership, I do respect nosse, family ownership as well, not simply the human idiosyncratic 'possession is nine tenths of the law.' Family That's when the other one tenth does come in, respecting the balance, I'm sure you can appreciate keeping the balance of family."
There was no question truth meant her kind when using the term 'family' deliberately also speaking it in Elven that way and there would be no authorities waiting for her when she left. So much said in a word and so much confirmed in a few others Without pause, he continued,
"And then there is what some people do here as Humans call it, 'adventuring.' A truly odd wrinkle has come up. Besides the 'typical' way of gaining information and talking to key people for missions, many 'boards' have come up like the one in the back *points to a board* where both written and magically penned notes offering jobs for adventurers are displayed. You then when finding the job you like there contact the employee normally and continue. Of course, feel free to tip Imogen or any bar server in your area and they can tell you the regional jobs in that part of the city to narrow things a bit. As for if the jobs are any good, you'll have to rate that yourself.
If looking to strengthen your talents a bit more quickly, adventuring is the best option we have, and Neverwinter fully endorses adventurers. As for our self-proclaimed protector Lord Neverember...your take on him is as good as any, except one warning to everybody who thinks they know his intent: things are not always what they seem to be, even after you have 'revealed' a few things. All actions right and wrong or in between have consequences and choose carefully when interacting with things intertwined. That's all I'll say of him. *sips*
But, if you are looking for a place to just get away from everything, the Silmataurea here are truly serene...for those who can traverse those woodlands of course. I am sure one like yourself does well in both city and wilds.
And that should be good start I hope. Of course, feel free to ask me something specific if it was not mentioned here. I know these things and your own tasks will keep you busy, most likely mind body and spirit.
And one day should all go well, I'll even show you parts of the city more personally kept and ask you very nicely if you wish."
the truthseeker finishes his half a glass of Feywine, and orders a berry mead as he still feels thirsty. He awaits Jade's replies and questions, if any.
*demure sip*
*smiling sip*
Jade listened intently to truthseeker's account of exciting things to do in Neverwinter.
*sip*
*slightly sputtering sip* *big swallow*
*relieved sip*
Jade dearly wanted to roll her eyes but nodded slightly in agreement. Oh yeah, family matters... family responsibilities... family duties... Besides, breaking out of prison was always such a messy affair and not high on Jade's list of preferred pastimes.
*wry sip*
She continued to listen as truthseeker spoke of adventuring in Neverwinter and in the surrounding areas and found herself fascinated with the prospect of challenging her skills and talents in the wild frontier that Neverwinter offered.
*attempted sip*
So engrossed in the conversation was Jade that when she looked into her goblet she found it sadly empty. She waved her goblet in the air towards Imogene across the room and continued to listen intently.
"I should like that very much, " Jade replied while accepting another goblet from Imogene. "You paint a very enticing picture of adventures to come. "
As the Elquesstria touched her lips, Jade felt another set of eyes upon her and turned.
"Care to join us, dark cousin? " she asked.
"And if I may request... leave the spiders in the corner..." Jade added with a sly grin and a wink.
This city promises death for the meek, glory for the bold, danger for all, and riches for Jade!
Elven Trickster Rogue: Two-bladed elf, tons of stabby stabby and that sort of thing...
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"Looks like a lot of things are going to be...redone in a few days, so why not... "
*The truthseeker mutters a word, and he then reaches into a very small pouch, pulling out a platinum coin. Muttering another word as the coin is extracted, he flips the coin over to Imogen saying,*
"Keep us filled up at this table until we all leave, and whatever amount is left over, take care of the rest of the patrons. If somehow that's not enough, take the remainder out of my personal balance I paid for that while back with Edgar. And don't announce this to the whole tavern this time!"
"Yes si...I mean thank you M'Lord," Imogen exclaims!
Whatever drinks ordered will most likely be handled with utmost expediency.
She swayed in time with the upbeat tune but try as she did, she found she was far too distracted by the rather odd and quite Cryptic statement that truthseeker just made regarding the joining of the drow to drink with them.
... redone ... redone?
Now she had been around many a mage before and heard their arcane babble time and time again, especially from her wizarding brothers but none had that... that [Amin uuma sinta mani...] Je ne sais quoi... that this truthseeker possessed.
The last time anything was "redone" in her memory was the Spellplague which occurred when she was but a very young elfling. Many terrible things happened but the most devastating for Jade was the birth heritage that was stolen from her when the elven homeland Evermeet was ripped off the face of Toril and cast into the Feywild.
Toril was "redone" indeed.
In the aftermath of the Spellplague, perhaps no one was truly fit to judge if this was or was not a Perfect World but it become a place that Jade had accepted as home in spite of the massive changes.
Indeed, she needed to find out what he meant by that...
Jade opened her eyes, emboldened herself with another sip of Elquesstria, simply asked truthseeker, "what's to be redone in the next few days?" and waited for his answer.
This city promises death for the meek, glory for the bold, danger for all, and riches for Jade!
Elven Trickster Rogue: Two-bladed elf, tons of stabby stabby and that sort of thing...
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"I am sorry if my words worried you, but I heard a lot of business opportunities a while back are going to be re-offered to adventurers who might have missed it or wish to do some things again. Re-done. While I plan things to quite a methodical level, I decided this time instead to take faith on that news and spend coin in the belief I'd get it back sooner rather than later."
"I've never liked spiders. Sometimes i wonder if majority of our people are mad when they worship insects." Thaix says with a slight smile. However he doesnt move from his current location. "Maybe I will join you later but not now."
"As you wish..." Jade replied and turned back to truthseeker.
"My apologies for getting a bit carried away, " Jade admitted with a smile and visibly relaxing, "my imagination tends to get the better of me sometimes..."
"Or perhaps I just drink too much, " she added before draining the rest of her goblet and signalling for another.
Jade spotted the food set up across the room and her spirits-filled stomach growled in protest.
"It would appear they have quite a feast here! " she happily declared as she got up from the table. "Try not to miss me too much and I expect to hear more about these business opportunities when I return and perhaps more of the history and lore you hinted to earlier as well..."
And, with a quick readjustment of her gown and flip of her emerald tresses, Jade was gone from the table, albeit a slight bit wobblier then when she first arrived...
This city promises death for the meek, glory for the bold, danger for all, and riches for Jade!
Elven Trickster Rogue: Two-bladed elf, tons of stabby stabby and that sort of thing...
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