Oh! Thank you Sir! maybe is a little to late for formalities but... My full name is Althaea Brightwinds of Evereska, nice to meet you sir... seeker, heh!
The full name of my companion is Kairon Darkwyrm... To bad that he is not here," she talk Cheer-ish as before
"Hey, you forgot to present me, smartass" the dragonborn Said a little drunken and little angry to the childish Moon elf.
"Oh right, She is our actual boss, Korinn Bluescales, actuality she live here in neverwinter like you seeker. we are planning to settle us here in the city, Kairon said that his "cure" are in this region, While I'm here to start a new life as adventurer... also escaping the routine of the eladrin royalty, hehe" As Althaea done with her presentiation, she return to her seat and order another cup of ale. "Another Drink!" with theses words, she wait eargely
"Correction, is the eladrin that i needed to be worried about... no the dwarf, after all" Korinn sips her shadowdark ale in peace but worried...
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Oh! Thank you Sir! maybe is a little to late for formalities but... My full name is Althaea Brightwinds of Evereska, nice to meet you sir... seeker, heh!
The full name of my companion is Kairon Darkwyrm... To bad that he is not here," she talk Cheer-ish as before
"Hey, you forgot to present me, smartass" the dragonborn Said a little drunken and little angry to the childish Moon elf.
"Oh right, She is our actual boss, Korinn Bluescales, actuality she live here in neverwinter like you seeker. we are planning to settle us here in the city, Kairon said that his "cure" are in this region, While I'm here to start a new life as adventurer... also escaping the routine of the eladrin royalty, hehe" As Althaea done with her presentiation, she return to her seat and order another cup of ale. "Another Drink!" with theses words, she wait eargely
"Correction, is the eladrin that i needed to be worried about... no the dwarf, after all" Korinn sips her shadowdark ale in peace but worried...
"A pleasure, now that things are calmer again," truth says to the small company of beings. But no sir is needed; truthseeker, truth or seeker is fine.
So Korinn Bluescales. Nice to finally meet a Dragonborn in the city. Thought for a moment there was a silent racial ban movement going on or something! Glad to be mistaken relived-ly speaking.
So, what is your profession as leader of them? Warlord by any chance?"
A thin man in late twenties enters the tavern. He is dragging a scythe behind him and seems out of breath. He has black robes which cover his face like a hood. He is about six feet tall.
Immediately he enters the cloak room. There he locks his scythe to the hanger with the chain attached to the handle. He then breathes with relief. He takes off his robes and beneath them is wearing patched cotton shirts and worn out leather pants. He is not wearing any shoes but wraps on his arms and feet.
Once his face is visible, he is quite bony with dark circles around his eyes. He stretches up and then takes out something very precious from black robes. It looks like money - ten copper pieces. He then counts five and puts the rest back in his pocket. He then walks over to bartender giving a smile to everyone present with a sign from eyebrow saying, "How are you?".
He then gives two copper pieces to the bartender - "I need a mug of mead and a bowl of rice". The bartender looks aghast. "Keep the change, and remember the name. Its Raeuz.", Raeuz judging that bartender was surprised suggests. Then he presents the rest three copper pieces. "And these are for some information I want..."
Bartender looks at scythe, gulps and then pours some mead and gives his uneaten bowl of rice.
"Ah! The service is fast!" and Raeuz takes a swig of mead with the rice.
EDIT: While eating Raeuz sighed lightly, "I was hoping for some bards in the Tavern..."
"Hehe... I lived more time in this city, much that you can imagine, even I born here, My parents were adventurers, too they lived in this city and died defending it, May their spirits rest with bahamut... I work as mercenary for lord Neverember, the royalty and the Militia, Truthseeker."
While done drinking, a cocky smile can be seen in her face focusing on truthseeker "I'm not a warlord, I'm a Paladin of Bahamut... a special one... Since that Blue Dragon is tormenting the city and this region in command of LichQueenValindra... heck, that dragon sure have a special reason to be in her command, normally they prefer to hunt that being in command of a undead army... I'm gonna slay the dragon and take its head"
the smile fade away but still looking on truthseeker. "Sometimes, I make deal with others adventurers and mercenary to do "specials" jobs, like this random elf said, she and the tiefling Gladly accepted to steal the precious jewel of Renor Velvel... And better, They steal the best one..." Done talking, Korinn, orders another Shadowdark ale... however she notice the spooky guy with the scythe but turn away and wait for her ale
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iamtruthseekerMember, Moonstars, Neverwinter Beta UsersPosts: 0Arc User
edited October 2012
the truthseeker bows and replies,
"Also the first time I've seen a Paladin here." Then finishes in Draconic,
"Always glad to help a follower of the Platinum One."
He then notices the dark black robed wearing scythe holding chjaracter.
[OOC checking...nope hasn't met an Avenger class yet]
"If you would excuse me a moment..."
Truthseeker goes over to Iogene and slips some gold to her quietly saying,
"Tell Edgar to get whatever that person wants to eat and drink as a gift from me, may not have much money; and let them find out whatever they want on information. I know that look and don't have to hear what they are saying. Of course my lovely, let me know what they are looking for and if they are a necromancer priest or wizard. They always cause trouble even when they don't mean to."
Going back to the Dragonborn and continuing in common,
"Sorry about that, wanted to offer our newcomer a meal and drink whatever they wanted. He looks gaunt and only had copper and wanted to be nice to our newcomers.
I too am worried about that dragon, as we're not ready yet to take it on. But rest assured, when we are, I will gladly fight it by your side and that abomination of a lich too!
But don't worry about deals, short of you breaking the law and doing things like fencing stolen goods in this tavern, it's not my concern when they have me on duty here. It's not like I am hired by the city anyway, just a private citizen and adventurer. You do...what has to be done."
I too am worried about that dragon, as we're not ready yet to take it on. But rest assured, when we are, I will gladly fight it by your side and that abomination of a lich too!
...
...command of LichQueenValindra... heck, that dragon sure have a special reason to be in her command, normally they prefer to hunt that being in command of a undead army... I'm gonna slay the dragon and take its head"
...
Raeuz only showed reaction twice to the conversation across the table. He quickly got up. It seemed as if Imogene had something to say but he quickly brushed passed her in a buisness like manner. He stopped in front of a wise looking mage.
"Did I hear something about a lich?" Then he suddenly realised his rudeness and then bowed to introduce himself, "I am Raeuz, a servant of the Raven Queen. In order to protect the living whose time have not yet come, I must return the undead to their proper place. Pray, tell me about this lich. I am very good at collecting information and carrying investigation. Lets say if I have my eye on someone, they can never escape me."
He then noticed Korinn Bluescales. "seveleth! sia opsola jahus vi ux Bahamuti hefoc wux. re wux vi flohl di bahamut usv tiamat?"
(translate: Well met! My foster father was a dragonborn like you. Are you a follower of bahamut or tiamat?)
Qilue looks over her shoulder as Pyr and Grogin sit. She tenses as she hears the word 'lich', " Arch-lich," she corrects. as she turns back to Grogin and Pyr, she places a small globe in the center of the table.
The globe shimmers all the colors of the rainbow, randomly alternating as the colors sqirl and mix. " This is to keep out prying eyes and ears." The globe expands out one foot past the furthest chair at the table.
The prismatic sphere last to those outside of it only 5 minutes before disappating. When it does the body of a dwarf lay upon the table, His arms crossed and his face content. Pyr wipes her face, trying to mask her sorrow. Qilue carefully place a hand on the young drow's should making sure not to touch any exposed skin, " He was a dear friend, but his time was borrowed. He has brought you back and now you know what you must do. With out Eilistraee my only release from this existance lies with you." Qilue places a small metal box upon the table. Pyr looks to the elder drow and nods and opens the box, exposing the disembodied still beating heart
"Xal dosst end izin dos ulu v'dre xuil bel'la. Lu' xal dosst bel'la tlu remembered p'luin l' vaen d'lil phraktos slumber." Pyr places her hand over the heart and pulls straight flat dagger from it's sheath and stabs through her hand and into the heart. Her eyes well with tears but not from the pain.
The elder drow staggers a moment, small whisps of smoke begin rising as she straightens herself turning to Pyr, " You have shown your respect, and by that you have shown more honor than you could imagine." The wisps of smoke begin swirling around the old cleric, her body aging rapidly, shimmering motes of lighting arc as ther remains begin to crumble and disappear.
Pyr pulls the dagger from the heart and her hand. She looks around the room noticing the stares. She turns her attention to Grogin's remains as she motions to another dwarf in the room. She whispers to the dwarf and he nods and leaves quickly.
Suddenly Pyr Stands uposn a chair " Moriadin Recieve your son, Grogin Battleforge of the clan Battleforge, son of Kruen. He is the last of his clan, and his deeds have always served the intrests of his people, He has stood the lines of the North agaist the hordes He was a friend to all who seen pat his gruff. He shall be missed." She grabs a passing serving girl.. " You will fill every empty tankard and goblet with your finest ale." Placing golf ball sized diamond in the girl's hand.
Raising the tankard brought to her "Kur k'a Waaznnar zhazhhaurh Khurkar Lazo 'a waak'k waurhagah poo Zinazrkazttar'th thata!"
<translation: To the Fallen warrior Grogin May he fight forever by Clangaddin's side>
Raeuz only showed reaction twice to the conversation across the table. He quickly got up. It seemed as if Imogene had something to say but he quickly brushed passed her in a buisness like manner. He stopped in front of a wise looking mage.
"Did I hear something about a lich?" Then he suddenly realised his rudeness and then bowed to introduce himself, "I am Raeuz, a servant of the Raven Queen. In order to protect the living whose time have not yet come, I must return the undead to their proper place. Pray, tell me about this lich. I am very good at collecting information and carrying investigation. Lets say if I have my eye on someone, they can never escape me."
He then noticed Korinn Bluescales. "seveleth! sia opsola jahus vi ux Bahamuti hefoc wux. re wux vi flohl di bahamut usv tiamat?"
(translate: Well met! My foster father was a dragonborn like you. Are you a follower of bahamut or tiamat?)
kii ava'yorn, raeuz, sia foster iosta jahus vi munthrek, si tekilek jacion throdenilt loupon tikil di sia kurjh kin, jaci ankua ve zahae wer idol di wer dnilok korja sia opsola, si mi vi flohl di bahamut, naflopsola di darastrixi
<Greetings, Raeuz, my foster uncle was a human, I respect him more than any of my own kind, He taught me about the way of the Paladin along my father, I am a follower of Bahamut, Grandfather of Dragons>
*in common now*
"And about the Lich Queen, Velindra Shadowmantle assaulted neverwinter in its weaked states weeks ago, however the militia, mercenaries and adventurers, win the fight for the city... but in great cost... as you see, the city is still rebuilding from the recent events... for some reason, there is a chromatic dragon aiding her, a Blue one....
*suddenly [the event of the female Drow and the Death Dwarf in the table]*
"What the..." "What just happend...?" Althaea and Korinn were speechless of the events that recently happened... leaving in deep silence
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iamtruthseekerMember, Moonstars, Neverwinter Beta UsersPosts: 0Arc User
edited October 2012
Seeing a dead body alone and the specific markings on it arcana-related, truth does not need to use magics to pierce the discussion set in the prism's Sphere even if he were outside. Only one way a person dies like that here..and that was by choice.
truth fights every iota of his being to restore that life, but understands all too well the price of the sacrifice and the honor done. Seeing if the boss was to make his presence after sending a summon message and (still) getting a red dot returned (symbolizing "no") He scrolls a note to the upcoming watch after flashing the "red dot" to Imogene. She nods and begins writing her own report.
"Witness to a death on these grounds. Victim was voluntary sacrifice/suicide, no manslaughter charges suggested. Correlate with Imogene, Manager on Duty, and forward copy of report to Owner [name classified when send via message] off premises at the time of this report. Note this is specifically labeled as a sacrifice for the warding of the Arch-Lich's imminent attack Please do not name the lich as contingencies will alert this person if a name or True name is used. Any organizations which are not publicly named in open reports also have or will have received a copy of this report, be forewarned in appending comments.
Signed,
the truthseeker
Sage expert on Arcana, witness, and on duty security."
Standing and wiping a tear from his eye, truth goes over and hands his report to Imogene who is finishing up the primary 187 death report. He returns to the table he was sitting with the others awaiting the militia or special forces or both whichever comes. He knows any death has already alerted them as per the compacts set up previously.
truth then raises his tankard and says only three words,
"To the fallen,"
before drinking himself.
Fortunately, the XO only shows (as a current invasion attempt of the bridge apparently makes this a busy night,) and no complications are done in as "routine" an event is done with such a tragedy.
[OOC feel free to role play this as you see fit in any time from this post or the one previous to it as long as you don't interfere with another person's plot development.]
Raeuz is speechless. There is much he has not seen but he is in a hurry now. He hurries to his robes and searches the pockets. He takes out a book. The book is bound in black leather cover and has raven feathers as tabs. He opens the tab "Report" quickly.
He then collects the air in the room to let it rub on the page of the book he opened. He then takes out the raven feather from last page of the book and writes in it. As he is writes, the writing keeps on disappearing. After he is done, he opens the "To-Do" tab. the pages are empty.
He closes the book and comes back.
"It was his time. Let us pray so that his soul receives peace with Raven Queen and is not lost in the way."
Raeuz starts praying,
"Death is not the end,
And every soul to its domain when sent,
Is reborn and reforged,
With the protection go to death's abode."
The words resound in the tavern with power of divine source.
[OOC: Can't sleep properly and feel normal after... I hate you insomnia :,( ]
Althaea went to the table where is Grogin's dead body, and follows the rites and prayers of Raeuz... even if she is a a corellon's follower she knew about raven queen's assistance in the war against Lolth, the spider queen and actual deity of the drow elves, she had a great respect with the raven queen...
Korinn however, went only to inspect the body... "What is... that drow girl... what just happened?" Korinn was still in shock... all that event was almost instanly to her.
from the tavern's door enters again Kairon the warlock Tiefling... however he seem to be heavily wounded, his scars and wounds were all made by swords and daggers, his arms seems to be burned cuts. he ignore all the pain and went straight to the bartender's counter.
"...do not ask and bring me a Purple Dragon ale... now... I pay" Kairon sit down and wait... he looked so weak and yet firm like nothing has happened to him, ignoring all the pain and loss of blood. the bartender brought him his order and put it on the table, from his sleeves he takes out a bottle, opens it and empty the bottle contect into the dragon ale... he grab his drink and sips from it... his wounds began to heal over time... he notice all the other patrons concentrating their attention in a table and notice a the dwarf's corpse on it... he ignore it and drinks more...
After solemn silence, Raeuz raises the tankard of ale provided for mourning. His expression never changed apart from initial surprise at turn of the events.
He notices others joining him in the prayers for the safe journey of soul and so speaks out for everyone to hear, "May the dead be at peace and living be in gratitude." He then empties the tankard in one swig and stands in silence.
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edited October 2012
After careful thought the truthseeker bows his head and mutters these words to the Raven Queen,
Thaix at first was oblivious to the fact that there was a dwarven corpse in the tavern. However, when he noticed it he silently dropped his head to "honor" the dead and to hide his face
<You, Drow Trash. Get here i have some work for you, trash.> his mysterious boss telephatically talked to him.
In response, Thaix's anger for being distracted at this moment, his anger for this world and his feelings (hate) what he felt towards his boss burned his boss' mind off.
Raeuz after remaining silent for a long time broke his silence. First he politely signals a drow standing in the dark to come closer. He observes the drow closely.
perception check:
DC: +10+2
Rolls: 1d20 -> 18 <whoa! don't even need to check the sheet!>
He realizes that the drow is troubled. Unfortunately, Raeuz has no spell or item that can help his troubled mind. Perhaps some soothing words later will do.
Raeuz unable to help, turns his attention to others nearby. He whispers to Korinn Bluescales.
"ux Bahamuti di bahamut, tiric jacida sepa renthisj ekess wux zahae coita tiichi persvek nomeno tobor?"
<translate: Follower of Bahamut, do you have anything to say about the honor of this soul?>
Pyr watches over Grogin's corpse, bowing and offering a small donation to those who offer prayers. Then the words sting her 'that drow girl...' She looks to Korinn, " What happened is quite clear. This night two have paid the final death that all owe." Carefully Pyr places herself between Grogin and the overly inquisative one. " His life was extended long enough for him to repay a debt he owed my grandmother." Before any could ask the impending question, " Yes she was undead, and with the death of Eilistraee she was unable to return to a natural state, of either life, or final death." Pyr begins wrapping her wounded hand. "Part of the continency that protected her phylanthry was that only the blood of her family could pierce the heart that held her life force." Pyr's words are calm and convey little emotion she seems almost numb to the fact in what to others seems like a few minutes she has lost her travelling companion and last blood relative.
Pyr stares coldly at Korinn, her arms crossed loosely, her left hand hovers around the hilt of the longer sword. "As I have said it is all quite clear."
Pyr relaxes as a small group of dwarves make thier way to the table lead by the one Pyr sent off. " By Moridan's beard. A drow gaurdian over the body." The other dwarves begin going through Grogin's personaly effects. then gather the dwarf carefully.
" Aye we will send him to the next world properly have little worry of that drow. Moridan's blessing upon you for returnin his fallen son." Without further words the dwarves carry the body off, and Pyr bows to the lead cleric. Pyr moves her hand away from the hilt of her sword now that the possibility of looting has passed. Her eyes shift focus to the tiefling.
Sauntering through the door comes a short fellow wearingflowing mage robes, that are three sizes too large. His wide eyes take in the room with a gasp. he points to the female drow first and shouts " Darfnibble flogmyer!!!!" then he spies the male with his features hidden and shouts again "Darfnibble!!!!!!"
With outfurther words he climbs into a stool next to the tiefling and pats him on the shoulder, a serious look on his face he begins speaking, " Gloofin fumblit gumberbun.?"
He continues speaking gibberish as if explaining something to the tiefling but his words make absolutely no sense. " bolkin takken fezzlesnaff umbergal!" Bursting with laughter the halfling claps his hand on the tiefling's shoulder and smiles as he calls to the innkeeper, " kazzlebah!!! torginsnot tipple," he holds 3 fingers up pointing to the drow and the tiefling.
Quickly he slides from his stool and goes to Althaea taking the drink from her hand, and takes a sip, and hands it back, " Gumbleport hingletwine.."
(( OOC: This halfling is a very strange fellow and until asked to explain himself he will continue to speak gibberish and annoy Players and DMs alike!))
Korinn do not say nothing... but she stare back to the drow female, Pyr.
You dont need to order me around.. its seem that you're upset for your loss, I'm sorry... but make some respect now... your companion and priestess are dead now...
Althaea look on the annoying halfling "Hey!" annoyed that he sipped her drink, she put her drink in a table nearby and grab the halfling with her both hands and shake him "Thats MY drink if you want to drink something order it by you own!"
Kairon dont say nothing, he continue to drink, however he notice the dwarven carring grogin' dead body with chantings in their racial tongue... "May Moridan protects you from Valindra's foul power..." he bow a little his head but still focus in his purple dragon ale... however he notice the female drow staring on him... also he notice that Thaix is getting telepathic messages...
Korinn shift her focus to Raeuz.
nomag wer ux ir qe mrith jacion... vur mrith udoka... ihk hesi whedab tairais... yth geou rigluin wer guidance di wer ithquenti
<may the platinum one be with him... and with us... for our dark time... we will need the guidance of the gods once more>
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iamtruthseekerMember, Moonstars, Neverwinter Beta UsersPosts: 0Arc User
edited October 2012
the truthseeker speaks,
"ir svaust tepohaic xurwka mishun vi vi sacrifice tepohaic readied ekess return wer equilibrium."
and those who understand the Draconic hear,
"One who has made such a a sacrifice has readied to return the equilibrium."
The halfling smiles and begins another round of spouting, " Krushmuffin quazletail! Moopaw garflesnort tinkatah sporglegum!" his hands waving as if he is explaining in great detail some mystery of life. " hopplestone gushmosh umberpig longspoogle!" He wiggleshimself free leaving the robes in Altaea's hands quite surprisingly he is clad in fine leather armor his smile grows as he wiggles his fingers and finally say something comprehensable, " Sorry love, would stay and chat a bit," he tosses a finely crafted ring in the air and catches it holding it up to quickly inspect, "But as the say in the abbeys of Waterdeep... Toodles!" Darting between, under and around anything in his path he makes his way to the stairs before the female realizes the robes are worth far less than her missing ring.
Before he makes the first step he runs straight into the captian of the watch. Baffled by the turn of events he holds the ring out , " Gluzlepang shumswark! Pookimook torble arnog tihs yloh poompow loogaramgraff!"
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edited October 2012
"What a Strange little man," Edgar says as he hits something behind the counter. Immediately, a cylinder of force surrounds the Halfling. The Captain says,
"This better be important after I just got off that damned bridge from the enemy's latest invasion attempt!"
Unlike the other fields, this one has openings to allow atmosphere in and the conversation can be heard as Edgar walks over to the Cylinder-trapped Halfling while Imogene ducks behind the bar where Edgar was. Edgar continues,
"Well Captain, we may have had a magical contingency go off when somebody's ring...fell off her finger and was retrieved. He was about return it...or he simply stole it. I think our friend here should answer that for himself...in Common please...."
"What a Strange little man," Edgar says as he hits something behind the counter. Immediately, a cylinder of force surrounds the Halfling. The Captain says,
"This better be important after I just got off that damned bridge from the enemy's latest invasion attempt!"
Unlike the other fields, this one has openings to allow atmosphere in and the conversation can be heard as Edgar walks over to the Cylinder-trapped Halfling while Imogene ducks behind the bar where Edgar was. Edgar continues,
"Well Captain, we may have had a magical contingency go off when somebody's ring...fell off her finger and was retrieved. He was about return it...or he simply stole it. I think our friend here should answer that for himself...in Common please...."
All eyes are on the Halfling at the moment.
The truthseeker sighs and begins the tongues ritual to determine this language if spoken again...or the BS it is fronting to be if so.
The halfling looks up drops the ring and begins his gibberish rant again acting surprised when the rings settles " Gooshiemah!!! Mehoo fubble shnazz Destilberble goompoo tah!" he bends down and picks the ring up cleans it off and inspects it, " shessah moofah!! " he flicks it to hear the ting shrugs and puts it in his pocket for a moment then pulls it back out and holds it out offering it up as he shrugs.
(( OOC- Thruthseekers tongues spell reveals nothing but what appears to be the ramblings of mind gone harmlessly mad!- Kimble- or if you prefer Nimble Kimble the rogue of Luskan and ruler of the lands norrth of Amn and south of Ten Towns! (at least in his own mind) a seasoned rogue would see past the ruse and see that he is actually quite sane, and would appreciate the " harmless insanity angle"))
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edited October 2012
*Holding his head in pain as he tries to make sense of the words....sometimes yes sometimes no...it almost drives him mad when it hits him...layers and all.*
"Imogene, he's Touched, drop the field. I'm making a security call and can hold him if he bolts with the ring. I know he'll give it back because a side effect of an arcanic hold person is excruciating pain if done right after exposure to force energy."
*truth's hand goes to a rod on his belt and his other is resting on a gem embedded in the belt.
Imogene nods and hits something behind the counter while covering her mouth with her other hand, as the cylinder drops.
The Captain has a look of Bull**** (as is his view of most adventurers and all all magic users) leveled first at truth now at the Halfling. His hand is held out like the ring is supposed to be dropped into it and his other hand is pointing at said ring. There is no question this person knows Quick-draw along with several other martial masteries and he still looks rather pissed....*
Logaine, walked downstairs, carrying something wrapped in a bedsheet, the wrapping was covered in bloodstains. More than likely it was a body in the sheets. The red haired elf blinked as he saw the gibbering Halfling and shook his head as he walked torward the back exit.
"First I'm attacked by drow then I find a mad halfling. . . This place is insanity."
If one Inspected Logaine himself, they would see that the wound right below his shoulder on his arm was open and bleeding profusely. Adreneline was still in Logaine's system and he had yet to notice the flow of blood down his arm. He thought it was just his dead attackers blood.
Raeuz walked over and checked his book again. He opened the To-Do tab and looked if there was a name for any kind of halfling. He then closed the book.
"His soul is not assigned to me. I have never expedited the return of a soul not assigned to me, but..." Raeuz looks at his scythe... "I wonder if I should make an exception."
But Raeuz is just joking. As of now he has not killed any living - except for those whose time had come or had already passed. He wouldn't break his vows for a mad halfling...
Raeuz walked over and checked his book again. He opened the To-Do tab and looked if there was a name for any kind of halfling. He then closed the book.
"His soul is not assigned to me. I have never expedited the return of a soul not assigned to me, but..." Raeuz looks at his scythe... "I wonder if I should make an exception."
But Raeuz is just joking. As of now he has not killed any living - except for those whose time had come or had already passed. He wouldn't break his vows for a mad halfling...
... or would he? DUN DUN DUN!
Althaea, pissed and approach to Raeuz "May I'll help you? He had MY ring and that ring is from the royalty of Evereska and MY mother!" She grab her runic Two-Handed Sword... she is not joking neither, that ring have a IMPORTANT valor to her...
Kimble hears the words of his mark and turns slowly to face her and drops to his knees placing the ring in her hand. as soon his hand is clear, he clutches his head and screams in agony. then collapses unconcious.
((OOC- a successful spot will reveal one eye slightly open surveying the room DC 28))
The Red haired Elven fighter would finaly return to the room after several moments had passed, his arm still bleeding and him still not noticing that the wound had opened up again. He went over and stood next to his usual seat against the wall, leaning his back against the wall itself as he watched with curiousity.
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The full name of my companion is Kairon Darkwyrm... To bad that he is not here," she talk Cheer-ish as before
"Hey, you forgot to present me, smartass" the dragonborn Said a little drunken and little angry to the childish Moon elf.
"Oh right, She is our actual boss, Korinn Bluescales, actuality she live here in neverwinter like you seeker. we are planning to settle us here in the city, Kairon said that his "cure" are in this region, While I'm here to start a new life as adventurer... also escaping the routine of the eladrin royalty, hehe" As Althaea done with her presentiation, she return to her seat and order another cup of ale. "Another Drink!" with theses words, she wait eargely
"Correction, is the eladrin that i needed to be worried about... no the dwarf, after all" Korinn sips her shadowdark ale in peace but worried...
"A pleasure, now that things are calmer again," truth says to the small company of beings. But no sir is needed; truthseeker, truth or seeker is fine.
So Korinn Bluescales. Nice to finally meet a Dragonborn in the city. Thought for a moment there was a silent racial ban movement going on or something! Glad to be mistaken relived-ly speaking.
So, what is your profession as leader of them? Warlord by any chance?"
Immediately he enters the cloak room. There he locks his scythe to the hanger with the chain attached to the handle. He then breathes with relief. He takes off his robes and beneath them is wearing patched cotton shirts and worn out leather pants. He is not wearing any shoes but wraps on his arms and feet.
Once his face is visible, he is quite bony with dark circles around his eyes. He stretches up and then takes out something very precious from black robes. It looks like money - ten copper pieces. He then counts five and puts the rest back in his pocket. He then walks over to bartender giving a smile to everyone present with a sign from eyebrow saying, "How are you?".
He then gives two copper pieces to the bartender - "I need a mug of mead and a bowl of rice". The bartender looks aghast. "Keep the change, and remember the name. Its Raeuz.", Raeuz judging that bartender was surprised suggests. Then he presents the rest three copper pieces. "And these are for some information I want..."
Bartender looks at scythe, gulps and then pours some mead and gives his uneaten bowl of rice.
"Ah! The service is fast!" and Raeuz takes a swig of mead with the rice.
EDIT: While eating Raeuz sighed lightly, "I was hoping for some bards in the Tavern..."
Portrait
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Raeuz, level 1
Human, Avenger
Build: Isolating Avenger
Avenger's Censure: Censure of Retribution
Human Power Selection: Bonus At-Will Power
Background: Monastic (Raven Queen) (+2 to Religion)
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 10, Con 13, Dex 10, Int 15, Wis 17, Cha 8.
AC: 15 Fort: 13 Reflex: 14 Will: 16
HP: 32 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 8
TRAINED SKILLS
Heal +9, Religion +9, Athletics +5, Perception +9, Intimidate +4
FEATS
Human: Melee Training (Wisdom)
Level 1: Toughness
POWERS
Avenger at-will 1: Overwhelming Strike
Avenger at-will 1: Bond of Retribution
Bonus At-Will Power: Focused Fury
Avenger encounter 1: Avenging Echo
Avenger daily 1: Temple of Light
ITEMS
Identification Papers with Portrait, 10 copper pieces, Scythe with a rusted chain attached to handle.
RITUALS
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[/OOC]
While done drinking, a cocky smile can be seen in her face focusing on truthseeker "I'm not a warlord, I'm a Paladin of Bahamut... a special one... Since that Blue Dragon is tormenting the city and this region in command of Lich Queen Valindra... heck, that dragon sure have a special reason to be in her command, normally they prefer to hunt that being in command of a undead army... I'm gonna slay the dragon and take its head"
the smile fade away but still looking on truthseeker. "Sometimes, I make deal with others adventurers and mercenary to do "specials" jobs, like this random elf said, she and the tiefling Gladly accepted to steal the precious jewel of Renor Velvel... And better, They steal the best one..." Done talking, Korinn, orders another Shadowdark ale... however she notice the spooky guy with the scythe but turn away and wait for her ale
"Also the first time I've seen a Paladin here." Then finishes in Draconic,
"Always glad to help a follower of the Platinum One."
He then notices the dark black robed wearing scythe holding chjaracter.
[OOC checking...nope hasn't met an Avenger class yet]
"If you would excuse me a moment..."
Truthseeker goes over to Iogene and slips some gold to her quietly saying,
"Tell Edgar to get whatever that person wants to eat and drink as a gift from me, may not have much money; and let them find out whatever they want on information. I know that look and don't have to hear what they are saying. Of course my lovely, let me know what they are looking for and if they are a necromancer priest or wizard. They always cause trouble even when they don't mean to."
Going back to the Dragonborn and continuing in common,
"Sorry about that, wanted to offer our newcomer a meal and drink whatever they wanted. He looks gaunt and only had copper and wanted to be nice to our newcomers.
I too am worried about that dragon, as we're not ready yet to take it on. But rest assured, when we are, I will gladly fight it by your side and that abomination of a lich too!
But don't worry about deals, short of you breaking the law and doing things like fencing stolen goods in this tavern, it's not my concern when they have me on duty here. It's not like I am hired by the city anyway, just a private citizen and adventurer. You do...what has to be done."
Raeuz only showed reaction twice to the conversation across the table. He quickly got up. It seemed as if Imogene had something to say but he quickly brushed passed her in a buisness like manner. He stopped in front of a wise looking mage.
"Did I hear something about a lich?" Then he suddenly realised his rudeness and then bowed to introduce himself, "I am Raeuz, a servant of the Raven Queen. In order to protect the living whose time have not yet come, I must return the undead to their proper place. Pray, tell me about this lich. I am very good at collecting information and carrying investigation. Lets say if I have my eye on someone, they can never escape me."
He then noticed Korinn Bluescales. "seveleth! sia opsola jahus vi ux Bahamuti hefoc wux. re wux vi flohl di bahamut usv tiamat?"
(translate: Well met! My foster father was a dragonborn like you. Are you a follower of bahamut or tiamat?)
The globe shimmers all the colors of the rainbow, randomly alternating as the colors sqirl and mix. " This is to keep out prying eyes and ears." The globe expands out one foot past the furthest chair at the table.
The prismatic sphere last to those outside of it only 5 minutes before disappating. When it does the body of a dwarf lay upon the table, His arms crossed and his face content. Pyr wipes her face, trying to mask her sorrow. Qilue carefully place a hand on the young drow's should making sure not to touch any exposed skin, " He was a dear friend, but his time was borrowed. He has brought you back and now you know what you must do. With out Eilistraee my only release from this existance lies with you." Qilue places a small metal box upon the table. Pyr looks to the elder drow and nods and opens the box, exposing the disembodied still beating heart
"Xal dosst end izin dos ulu v'dre xuil bel'la. Lu' xal dosst bel'la tlu remembered p'luin l' vaen d'lil phraktos slumber." Pyr places her hand over the heart and pulls straight flat dagger from it's sheath and stabs through her hand and into the heart. Her eyes well with tears but not from the pain.
The elder drow staggers a moment, small whisps of smoke begin rising as she straightens herself turning to Pyr, " You have shown your respect, and by that you have shown more honor than you could imagine." The wisps of smoke begin swirling around the old cleric, her body aging rapidly, shimmering motes of lighting arc as ther remains begin to crumble and disappear.
Pyr pulls the dagger from the heart and her hand. She looks around the room noticing the stares. She turns her attention to Grogin's remains as she motions to another dwarf in the room. She whispers to the dwarf and he nods and leaves quickly.
Suddenly Pyr Stands uposn a chair " Moriadin Recieve your son, Grogin Battleforge of the clan Battleforge, son of Kruen. He is the last of his clan, and his deeds have always served the intrests of his people, He has stood the lines of the North agaist the hordes He was a friend to all who seen pat his gruff. He shall be missed." She grabs a passing serving girl.. " You will fill every empty tankard and goblet with your finest ale." Placing golf ball sized diamond in the girl's hand.
Raising the tankard brought to her "Kur k'a Waaznnar zhazhhaurh Khurkar Lazo 'a waak'k waurhagah poo Zinazrkazttar'th thata!"
<translation: To the Fallen warrior Grogin May he fight forever by Clangaddin's side>
kii ava'yorn, raeuz, sia foster iosta jahus vi munthrek, si tekilek jacion throdenilt loupon tikil di sia kurjh kin, jaci ankua ve zahae wer idol di wer dnilok korja sia opsola, si mi vi flohl di bahamut, naflopsola di darastrixi
<Greetings, Raeuz, my foster uncle was a human, I respect him more than any of my own kind, He taught me about the way of the Paladin along my father, I am a follower of Bahamut, Grandfather of Dragons>
*in common now*
"And about the Lich Queen, Velindra Shadowmantle assaulted neverwinter in its weaked states weeks ago, however the militia, mercenaries and adventurers, win the fight for the city... but in great cost... as you see, the city is still rebuilding from the recent events... for some reason, there is a chromatic dragon aiding her, a Blue one....
*suddenly [the event of the female Drow and the Death Dwarf in the table]*
"What the..." "What just happend...?" Althaea and Korinn were speechless of the events that recently happened... leaving in deep silence
truth fights every iota of his being to restore that life, but understands all too well the price of the sacrifice and the honor done. Seeing if the boss was to make his presence after sending a summon message and (still) getting a red dot returned (symbolizing "no") He scrolls a note to the upcoming watch after flashing the "red dot" to Imogene. She nods and begins writing her own report.
"Witness to a death on these grounds. Victim was voluntary sacrifice/suicide, no manslaughter charges suggested. Correlate with Imogene, Manager on Duty, and forward copy of report to Owner [name classified when send via message] off premises at the time of this report. Note this is specifically labeled as a sacrifice for the warding of the Arch-Lich's imminent attack Please do not name the lich as contingencies will alert this person if a name or True name is used. Any organizations which are not publicly named in open reports also have or will have received a copy of this report, be forewarned in appending comments.
Signed,
the truthseeker
Sage expert on Arcana, witness, and on duty security."
Standing and wiping a tear from his eye, truth goes over and hands his report to Imogene who is finishing up the primary 187 death report. He returns to the table he was sitting with the others awaiting the militia or special forces or both whichever comes. He knows any death has already alerted them as per the compacts set up previously.
truth then raises his tankard and says only three words,
"To the fallen,"
before drinking himself.
Fortunately, the XO only shows (as a current invasion attempt of the bridge apparently makes this a busy night,) and no complications are done in as "routine" an event is done with such a tragedy.
[OOC feel free to role play this as you see fit in any time from this post or the one previous to it as long as you don't interfere with another person's plot development.]
He then collects the air in the room to let it rub on the page of the book he opened. He then takes out the raven feather from last page of the book and writes in it. As he is writes, the writing keeps on disappearing. After he is done, he opens the "To-Do" tab. the pages are empty.
He closes the book and comes back.
"It was his time. Let us pray so that his soul receives peace with Raven Queen and is not lost in the way."
Raeuz starts praying,
"Death is not the end,
And every soul to its domain when sent,
Is reborn and reforged,
With the protection go to death's abode."
The words resound in the tavern with power of divine source.
Althaea went to the table where is Grogin's dead body, and follows the rites and prayers of Raeuz... even if she is a a corellon's follower she knew about raven queen's assistance in the war against Lolth, the spider queen and actual deity of the drow elves, she had a great respect with the raven queen...
Korinn however, went only to inspect the body... "What is... that drow girl... what just happened?" Korinn was still in shock... all that event was almost instanly to her.
from the tavern's door enters again Kairon the warlock Tiefling... however he seem to be heavily wounded, his scars and wounds were all made by swords and daggers, his arms seems to be burned cuts. he ignore all the pain and went straight to the bartender's counter.
"...do not ask and bring me a Purple Dragon ale... now... I pay" Kairon sit down and wait... he looked so weak and yet firm like nothing has happened to him, ignoring all the pain and loss of blood. the bartender brought him his order and put it on the table, from his sleeves he takes out a bottle, opens it and empty the bottle contect into the dragon ale... he grab his drink and sips from it... his wounds began to heal over time... he notice all the other patrons concentrating their attention in a table and notice a the dwarf's corpse on it... he ignore it and drinks more...
He notices others joining him in the prayers for the safe journey of soul and so speaks out for everyone to hear, "May the dead be at peace and living be in gratitude." He then empties the tankard in one swig and stands in silence.
"Guide him to where be should go,"
And remains silent for now.
<You, Drow Trash. Get here i have some work for you, trash.> his mysterious boss telephatically talked to him.
In response, Thaix's anger for being distracted at this moment, his anger for this world and his feelings (hate) what he felt towards his boss burned his boss' mind off.
Raeuz unable to help, turns his attention to others nearby. He whispers to Korinn Bluescales.
"ux Bahamuti di bahamut, tiric jacida sepa renthisj ekess wux zahae coita tiichi persvek nomeno tobor?"
<translate: Follower of Bahamut, do you have anything to say about the honor of this soul?>
Pyr stares coldly at Korinn, her arms crossed loosely, her left hand hovers around the hilt of the longer sword. "As I have said it is all quite clear."
Pyr relaxes as a small group of dwarves make thier way to the table lead by the one Pyr sent off. " By Moridan's beard. A drow gaurdian over the body." The other dwarves begin going through Grogin's personaly effects. then gather the dwarf carefully.
" Aye we will send him to the next world properly have little worry of that drow. Moridan's blessing upon you for returnin his fallen son." Without further words the dwarves carry the body off, and Pyr bows to the lead cleric. Pyr moves her hand away from the hilt of her sword now that the possibility of looting has passed. Her eyes shift focus to the tiefling.
With outfurther words he climbs into a stool next to the tiefling and pats him on the shoulder, a serious look on his face he begins speaking, " Gloofin fumblit gumberbun.?"
He continues speaking gibberish as if explaining something to the tiefling but his words make absolutely no sense. " bolkin takken fezzlesnaff umbergal!" Bursting with laughter the halfling claps his hand on the tiefling's shoulder and smiles as he calls to the innkeeper, " kazzlebah!!! torginsnot tipple," he holds 3 fingers up pointing to the drow and the tiefling.
Quickly he slides from his stool and goes to Althaea taking the drink from her hand, and takes a sip, and hands it back, " Gumbleport hingletwine.."
(( OOC: This halfling is a very strange fellow and until asked to explain himself he will continue to speak gibberish and annoy Players and DMs alike!))
You dont need to order me around.. its seem that you're upset for your loss, I'm sorry... but make some respect now... your companion and priestess are dead now...
Althaea look on the annoying halfling "Hey!" annoyed that he sipped her drink, she put her drink in a table nearby and grab the halfling with her both hands and shake him "Thats MY drink if you want to drink something order it by you own!"
Kairon dont say nothing, he continue to drink, however he notice the dwarven carring grogin' dead body with chantings in their racial tongue... "May Moridan protects you from Valindra's foul power..." he bow a little his head but still focus in his purple dragon ale... however he notice the female drow staring on him... also he notice that Thaix is getting telepathic messages...
Korinn shift her focus to Raeuz.
nomag wer ux ir qe mrith jacion... vur mrith udoka... ihk hesi whedab tairais... yth geou rigluin wer guidance di wer ithquenti
<may the platinum one be with him... and with us... for our dark time... we will need the guidance of the gods once more>
"ir svaust tepohaic xurwka mishun vi vi sacrifice tepohaic readied ekess return wer equilibrium."
and those who understand the Draconic hear,
"One who has made such a a sacrifice has readied to return the equilibrium."
Before he makes the first step he runs straight into the captian of the watch. Baffled by the turn of events he holds the ring out , " Gluzlepang shumswark! Pookimook torble arnog tihs yloh poompow loogaramgraff!"
"This better be important after I just got off that damned bridge from the enemy's latest invasion attempt!"
Unlike the other fields, this one has openings to allow atmosphere in and the conversation can be heard as Edgar walks over to the Cylinder-trapped Halfling while Imogene ducks behind the bar where Edgar was. Edgar continues,
"Well Captain, we may have had a magical contingency go off when somebody's ring...fell off her finger and was retrieved. He was about return it...or he simply stole it. I think our friend here should answer that for himself...in Common please...."
All eyes are on the Halfling at the moment.
The truthseeker sighs and begins the tongues ritual to determine this language if spoken again...or the BS it is fronting to be if so.
(( OOC- Thruthseekers tongues spell reveals nothing but what appears to be the ramblings of mind gone harmlessly mad!- Kimble- or if you prefer Nimble Kimble the rogue of Luskan and ruler of the lands norrth of Amn and south of Ten Towns! (at least in his own mind) a seasoned rogue would see past the ruse and see that he is actually quite sane, and would appreciate the " harmless insanity angle"))
"Imogene, he's Touched, drop the field. I'm making a security call and can hold him if he bolts with the ring. I know he'll give it back because a side effect of an arcanic hold person is excruciating pain if done right after exposure to force energy."
*truth's hand goes to a rod on his belt and his other is resting on a gem embedded in the belt.
Imogene nods and hits something behind the counter while covering her mouth with her other hand, as the cylinder drops.
The Captain has a look of Bull**** (as is his view of most adventurers and all all magic users) leveled first at truth now at the Halfling. His hand is held out like the ring is supposed to be dropped into it and his other hand is pointing at said ring. There is no question this person knows Quick-draw along with several other martial masteries and he still looks rather pissed....*
"First I'm attacked by drow then I find a mad halfling. . . This place is insanity."
If one Inspected Logaine himself, they would see that the wound right below his shoulder on his arm was open and bleeding profusely. Adreneline was still in Logaine's system and he had yet to notice the flow of blood down his arm. He thought it was just his dead attackers blood.
"His soul is not assigned to me. I have never expedited the return of a soul not assigned to me, but..." Raeuz looks at his scythe... "I wonder if I should make an exception."
But Raeuz is just joking. As of now he has not killed any living - except for those whose time had come or had already passed. He wouldn't break his vows for a mad halfling...
... or would he? DUN DUN DUN!
Althaea, pissed and approach to Raeuz "May I'll help you? He had MY ring and that ring is from the royalty of Evereska and MY mother!" She grab her runic Two-Handed Sword... she is not joking neither, that ring have a IMPORTANT valor to her...
"Give me the ring or you'll be sorry...!"
((OOC- a successful spot will reveal one eye slightly open surveying the room DC 28))