Raeuz decides to keep the scythe back. The scythe is a very unpredictable weapon, if anybody without wisdom handles his curved scythe, they won't know who they are cutting with unpredictable path of the blade. Raeuz usually chains it so no unwise thief would die try to steal it. However, the sneakiness of elf with wound unsettled Raeuz as he failed to detect his entrance and he fumbled while chaining the scythe.
The scythe falls towards the neck of the halfling. Raeuz is calculating trajectory but is unable to hold the scythe with blade facing him. Only someone from opposite side can stop the blade (WIS or DEX or STR check - if STR, take 1 hp damage).
[ooc[ as I don't know stats, roll 1d20 and take 8 and more as a success[/ooc]
[OOC: I still hate Insomnia (cannot sleep properly) :,( ]
Althaea was confused, the halfling returned her ring just by yell on him...
"This is strange little guy!" Althaea put her sword back, Korinn just saw with "I'm-not-Impressed" eyes the events
Kairon just Ignore and still drink to "heal" his wounds
imble's eyes pop open and he quickly rolls dodging the scythe, tumbling to his feet. He looks around and dusts himself off. "Just a spot of fun chap! No harm the ring is returned no need to play Holes with people's necks." He blinks a moment and mutters out loud, "Bloody hell the streets and taverns are ripe with fruits of fortune and i chose the tree with the most thorns!"
Raeuz ponders. "Well I guess it was not your time yet." He then yanks back the scythe this time carefully predicting the trajectory using his wisdom instead of using strength.
He then carefully secures the scythe and puts back his book in his robes. He then walks back and picks his unfinished bowl of rice and has a few spoonfuls with little bit of mead still left.
[ooc]Raeuz believes all accidents are caused by whims of Raven Queen and people are saved when Raven Queen changes her mind. So he takes it matter of factly. This attitude is what makes him intimidating. [/ooc]
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iamtruthseekerMember, Moonstars, Neverwinter Beta UsersPosts: 0Arc User
edited October 2012
While he would normally notice things like a person carrying something wrapped up in a rug or blanket, there is no question truth is wholy distracted by the "halfling turn of events," and fails to spot the new details.
[OOC lot of fun just reading so far; carry on this great development everybody or feel free to join in!]
Standing with his hands on his hips, " My time's not for a long long ways away, mate!" Nudging Althaea, " At least my madness was merely an act, this one's a bloody loon, me thinks." Extending a hand, keeping the other in sight so Althaea sees there are no tricks amist "The name is Kimble, and what may I ask is the name of the deadly beauty before me" Turning toward Truth, with a sly wink " And a grand death it would be by her hand I'll be thinkin." Kimble doesn't wait for Althaea to take his hand, taking hers instead and shakes firmly. His eyes constantly darting around the room mentally taking note of where everything is.
Puffing up proudly Kimble smiles at Korinn, " Aye, humor a halflings greatest weapon even when staring down a dragon! " he smile even wider, "Speaking of... rumor has it there be a dragon near with a horde that can buy three kingdoms, and magics to make even Elminster giggle like a schoolgirl."
The elven fighter put his hand to the wound on his shoulder and then sighed, lifting his hand to his face he saw blood. He looked around the room as he spoke.
"Can anyone here sew? I think my arm needs stiching up if its going to be healing properly."
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The elven fighter put his hand to the wound on his shoulder and then sighed, lifting his hand to his face he saw blood. He looked around the room as he spoke.
"Can anyone here sew? I think my arm needs stiching up if its going to be healing properly."
Truth tosses him a healing potion.
"Heal up. I recently found out how you got that way. It's not a habit I do, but consider that a gift."
The Elf looked warily at the potion before popping the stopper and drank down the liquid. Already the elf felt the familiar itch as the tissue began to knit itself back together and the bleeding stopped.
"Thanks mage. And since you've given this to me as a gift. Forgive me if I dont believe that I owe you one.
But. You might start talking as to how you know, how I received this wound. In great detail."
The Elf's red brows furrowed at Truthseeker. Logaine obviously wanted to know who knew about how he was wounded.
The Elf's red brows furrowed at Truthseeker. Logaine obviously wanted to know who knew about how he was wounded.
As if on cue, the front door of the Source Stone Tavern slightly opened up and a small wisp of a figure slipped in and subtly proceeded to walk towards the darkest corner of the tavern room.
Well, about as subtle as a vibrantly green-haired and dark purple clad elven maiden could possibly be.
Jade grabbed two chairs and positioned them facing each other near the corner. She sat in one, propped her feet up on the other and proceeded to precariously balance herself on the chair she sat on as she reached over and elbowed Thaix a few times in the ribs.
"So...spiderhugger..." she whispered indicating to the assembled group of people on the other side of the tavern. "How many fireballs did this treehugger miss?" she asked as her green gold-flecked eyes sparkled with mischief...
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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As if on cue, the front door of the Source Stone Tavern slightly opened up and a small wisp of a figure slipped in and subtly proceeded to walk towards the darkest corner of the tavern room.
Well, about as subtle as a vibrantly green-haired and dark purple clad elven maiden could possibly be.
Jade grabbed two chairs and positioned them facing each other near the corner. She sat in one, propped her feet up on the other and proceeded to precariously balance herself on the chair she sat on as she reached over and elbowed Thaix a few times in the ribs.
"So...spiderhugger..." she whispered indicating to the assembled group of people on the other side of the tavern. "How many fireballs did this treehugger miss?" she asked as her green gold-flecked eyes sparkled with mischief...
Thaix narrows his eyes and turns his gaze to Jade and calmly states : "I do not know what you are talking about. Nor if I would I doubt that I would tell you after that aggressive opening and especially after you called me a spiderhugger!
((OOC: Thaix honestly has no idea about what Jade is talking. I'm quite confused as well but then again Thaix is pretty tired...))
Thaix narrows his eyes and turns his gaze to Jade and calmly states : "I do not know what you are talking about. Nor if I would I doubt that I would tell you after that aggressive opening and especially after you called me a spiderhugger!
((OOC: Thaix honestly has no idea about what Jade is talking. I'm quite confused as well but then again Thaix is pretty tired...))
"Whoa, whoa..." Jade replied, eyes wide open, and raised her hands in genuine surrender, "just kidding..."
She jerked a dainty thumb towards the assembled group of people on the other side of the tavern.
"Just wondering what I missed. Last time I was here, it looked like a mage battle was about to erupt between Truth and the newcomers..."
Jade leaned back in her chair again, folded her arms behind her head, watched as the drama unfolded across the tavern and listened for Thaix's response...
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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She jerked a dainty thumb towards the assembled group of people on the other side of the tavern.
"Just wondering what I missed. Last time I was here, it looked like a mage battle was about to erupt between Truth and the newcomers..."
Jade leaned back in her chair again, folded her arms behind her head, watched as the drama unfolded across the tavern and listened for Thaix's response...
Thaix chuckles silently. "As a renegade drow who is all alone you quickly learn to take everything seriously." Then he proceeds to explain what has happened.
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iamtruthseekerMember, Moonstars, Neverwinter Beta UsersPosts: 0Arc User
edited October 2012
"What you missed was somebody sacrificing themselves to prepare a warding for a certain Lich...please don't say their name here. I have no way to convey what happened in words even if I saw it....but it was shielded by a magical privacy screen as it happened.
As for why you didn't see this...the Harpers owed me one,and I got my update through the usual liason."
*Almost as if on cue, Imogene just "appears" next to Jade, ready to take her order, a twinkle in her eyes (which comes from a person with a front seat from watching the details.) *
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edited October 2012
A dwarf strides quietly yet confidently into the inn. Dwarven axes hang from both of his hips. Smaller axe handles seem to sprout from every possible angle of is well worn yet well maintained leather armour. The dust from travelling hangs on everything he carries. He walks directly to the bar and orders Elven wine and inquires about a room with a lock and a bath. Pays for the room, the bath and the wine. Slowly turns and scans the room. After scanning the room, he thinks to himself, "This may be the oddest assortment of adventurers ever contained in a single inn, I think I am going to like it here". A slight grin crosses his common, somewhat forgettable face. The slight grin morphs into a slight grimace as an odd reallization comes to him, "This is home for now".
The door to the Source Stone Tavern opened and dwarf wearing a full set of dwarven plate walked in out of the cold night air. He also wore a large metallic shield bearing the crest of a large crystalline headed hammer on his back and a fine mithril mace hung within easy reach on the dwarf's belt.
"Suit yourself!" he shouted back out though the rapidly closing door, "I need a drink or ten, you'll find me by the bar..."
And with that he pretty much ignored everyone and walked straight to the back of the tavern room as a melodic voice floated in through the rapidly closing door, "Make sure you have that anti-hang-over spell ready, you crazy cleric!"
[...]
Jade finished listening to Thaix's and Truthseeker's accounts of recent events and was about to give her order to Imogene when she noticed the fully armored dwarf crossing the crowded and noisy tavern room.
"Great Moradin's Beard!" Jade exclaimed as she fell over in her chair and nearly smashed her head against the tavern wall behind her. She immediately picked herself up and sprinted across the tavern floor and proceeded to give the dwarf the biggest bear hug she could possibly manage.
"Uncle Debeers!" she screamed as she held on for dear life, "what in the name of Moradin are you doing here?!"
"Well... if you give an old dwarf the chance to breathe, he might answer you, " the dwarf chokingly smiled back to which Jade let up the pressure of her crushing bear hug just a little bit.
"Your uncle Kyrin and I are here at the request of your brother Kynaris to check up on you, " Debeers answered with a smile, "and make sure you aren't getting into any 'trouble...' " he added with a touch of seriousness entering his voice.
Jade nodded almost imperceptibly. "Uncle Kyrin is here? she inquired looking around, "where?"
Debeers looked back towards the tavern door. "He was right behind me when he wanted to make himself "presentable" to you, " the dwarf answered, "he's probably still preening himself outside." "Go get the fool to come in will you?" he asked Jade as he flagged Imogene over.
Jade excitedly ran to the tavern door and burst out into the cold night air. She looked up and down the street but not a soul was around.
She walked dejectedly back to Debeers who was already finished with his first ale and was in the process of switching mugs with the ever attentive Imogene.
"He's not outside, " she stated with puzzled disappointment.
"I'm sure he'll be in in just a second or two, " Debeers answered her and handed her a mug of ale. "Have a drink with me while we wait for your uncle to come in..."
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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An hour later, Jade was still nursing her first mug of ale when the door opened and a tall handsome elflord stepped in. He was dressed in a studded black leather tunic and matching ebony breeches and boots which also matched his jet black hair just starting to grey at the temples. A gilded longsword hung on his swordbelt on his left hip while a dark metal cylindrical tube hung from his right hip. He had just removed one of the gloves he wore when he was suddenly slammed by a short, lightning-fast purple and green blur!
"Uncle Kyrin!" a melodic voice called out from the swirling mass of emerald green hair.
Kyrin looked down with his sparkling blue gold-flecked eyes and smiled, "It's nice to see you again too, Iralen!"
"Where have you been?" Jade asked him as he put his arm around her shoulders. They walked together over to side of the bar where Debeers was in the process of downing possibly his 15th if not his 20th mug of ale.
"You know your uncle is easily distracted..." Kyrin answered impishly to his niece.
"I bet she was a blonde! " Debeers chortled as bit of ale foam ran off of his chin to join the mug's worth of suds already residing in the dwarf's ample flame-colored beard.
"Let's find a quieter place to talk, niece" Kyrin suggested as he looked around the noisy and crowded tavern room.
"Sure, uncle" Jade replied happily, "I have a small room upstairs. It's not much but..."
"No, " Kyrin interrupted with a smile, "I have another place in mind. " He threw two pieces of platinum on to the counter next to the impressive pile of empty mugs that Debeers had collected. "You should come too, " he addressed the dwarf with a slight tone of seriousness entering his voice which sobered up the dwarf instantly.
"That is, if you are done putting this place out of business, " the elflord jovially added and clapped the back of the dwarf as he started towards the door with Jade.
Debeers stared at the full foamy mugs of ale he had in each hand, rolled his eyes and let out a huge sigh. "Business... always business..." he muttered right before downing both mugs and, in the process, spilling equal amounts of amber brew onto the floor, onto his beard, onto his armor and into his cavernous gaping mouth. Debeers threw down the empty mugs, thumped his chest with his right fist a few times, thunderously belched, nodded his thanks to the bartender, blew a kiss at Imogene, and ran clankingly out the door after the two elves.
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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iamtruthseekerMember, Moonstars, Neverwinter Beta UsersPosts: 0Arc User
edited October 2012
Few things seemed to surprise truth, but he was seen questioningly mouthing the words "Uncle Deebers?"
Raeuz is tired and sits on the side of the bar with recreational activities. He picks up a dart. He then closes his eyes and wait for the wise moment. Even since Raeuz was small, he was able to "feel" the right time. A time when his whole body is together and there is no room for error. Even if he uses minimal strength, even if he fumbles, the trajectory of his dart has already been decided. He just has to create a cause at the right moment and the desired effect will follow. He opens his eye suddenly and lets go of the dart.
His grip on the dart is too weak and the dart slips at an angle of 75 degrees from his hands. However, the strength he had been putting on the dart was also not correct and was too strong. He watches as two mistakes in a single move combine and the dart reaches just near the roof. Then quickly falls down like a dragon and its a bull's eye.
Raeuz looks at the dart. Then he sighs. He has not yet improved his real aim.
Pyr rises from her seat and approaches the gaurd Captian, and pulls him aside. Her words are soft spoken at first. but as the conversation becomes more animated ( Drow silent she's getting pissed at the arrogance of this human) her voice raises gradually to match her body language. "You will need all the swords you can muster. Yet you refuse my offer to serve."
"We are not in the habit of allowing," his voice gets a sarcastic tone," 'dark sellswords' to our ranks. You can always put a bid in the mercanary guild if you truely wish to fight. I'm sure they will find something that is more suited to 'your'talents."
"MY talents are best used leading and fighting beside trained troops." As she speaks, her voice raises, yet remains calm, "You are just to blind by your arrogance when others offer a useful tool..." her words are cut short as the captian gets in Pyr's face, his voice raised to a yell.
"NO!," his voice slightly lowers but makes sure all can hear him, " Your kind have nothing to offer the surface, except murder and strife. You are better suited to seek out the small cabals of Cyric that lurk about. Though i doubt they would even have you. You want to serve this city, gather your kin and crawl back int the holes you crawled from."
Pyr's normally crystal clear green eyes cloud over like a storm rolling in with a single quick motion she steps back, and the shorter of the blades comes free from it's sheath( those who can read Kara-Tur the sheath is ingraved with a single word " Honor"). The arc of it's path is fast and seamless as it returns just as quick to it's proper place with a click.
Taking two steps back Pyr turns to the room and stands at the ready her blades remained sheathed, but her posture is purely defensive. " I have faced insult after insult since crossing the borderlands into the west. I have been forced to fight when peacefull resolve was with in reach. Why? Because I am Drow? Because I do not follow this god or that?" Pyr looks to Thaix and points " You know nothing of him or his life, yet many have judged him and judged him unfairly. I am guilty of the same crime. But i have appologized for my wrongful transgression. " Pointing to the now falling captian, " That will be the final insult I or any dark elf will endure in this tavern!" She looks to Edgar behind the bar readying his spell her eyes almost daring him as she approaches. " Would you not do the same if such words were spoken to you?" she turns to the main room, " Would any of you allow your honor, your beliefs spit upon?"
She turns back to Edgar and pulls the sheathed shortsword from her side and places it on the bar. Her hand holds the hilt, " If you think me your enemy, or an enemy of this city command me and I shall end my life."
The bar keeps hand eases away from the spell trigger as Pyr's eyes remained locked in his
(OOC Truthseeker i leave edgars continued response to you. to any one else- Pyr is Samurai, it was a matter of honor. Act accordingly to your planned alignments would dictate. ( and please please don't let this turn to a stat sheet contest it is purely RP vs NPC))
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Pyr rises from her seat and approaches the gaurd Captian, and pulls him aside. Her words are soft spoken at first. but as the conversation becomes more animated ( Drow silent she's getting pissed at the arrogance of this human) her voice raises gradually to match her body language. "You will need all the swords you can muster. Yet you refuse my offer to serve."
"We are not in the habit of allowing," his voice gets a sarcastic tone," 'dark sellswords' to our ranks. You can always put a bid in the mercanary guild if you truely wish to fight. I'm sure they will find something that is more suited to 'your'talents."
"MY talents are best used leading and fighting beside trained troops." As she speaks, her voice raises, yet remains calm, "You are just to blind by your arrogance when others offer a useful tool..." her words are cut short as the captian gets in Pyr's face, his voice raised to a yell.
"NO!," his voice slightly lowers but makes sure all can hear him, " Your kind have nothing to offer the surface, except murder and strife. You are better suited to seek out the small cabals of Cyric that lurk about. Though i doubt they would even have you. You want to serve this city, gather your kin and crawl back int the holes you crawled from."
Pyr's normally crystal clear green eyes cloud over like a storm rolling in with a single quick motion she steps back, and the shorter of the blades comes free from it's sheath( those who can read Kara-Tur the sheath is ingraved with a single word " Honor"). The arc of it's path is fast and seamless as it returns just as quick to it's proper place with a click.
Taking two steps back Pyr turns to the room and stands at the ready her blades remained sheathed, but her posture is purely defensive. " I have faced insult after insult since crossing the borderlands into the west. I have been forced to fight when peacefull resolve was with in reach. Why? Because I am Drow? Because I do not follow this god or that?" Pyr looks to Thaix and points " You know nothing of him or his life, yet many have judged him and judged him unfairly. I am guilty of the same crime. But i have appologized for my wrongful transgression. " Pointing to the now falling captian, " That will be the final insult I or any dark elf will endure in this tavern!" She looks to Edgar behind the bar readying his spell her eyes almost daring him as she approaches. " Would you not do the same if such words were spoken to you?" she turns to the main room, " Would any of you allow your honor, your beliefs spit upon?"
She turns back to Edgar and pulls the sheathed shortsword from her side and places it on the bar. Her hand holds the hilt, " If you think me your enemy, or an enemy of this city command me and I shall end my life."
The bar keeps hand eases away from the spell trigger as Pyr's eyes remained locked in his
(OOC Truthseeker i leave edgars continued response to you. to any one else- Pyr is Samurai, it was a matter of honor. Act accordingly to your planned alignments would dictate. ( and please please don't let this turn to a stat sheet contest it is purely RP vs NPC))
"You know Captain, rank doesn't excuse poor judgment. What you said did cross a line even for you and is considered inflammatory. Even worse off than what you usually say to wizards and adventurers. Now, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave per article three, "conditional to provoking a potential riot." Of course, if you want to have me get the boss to settle this, I could, but best you come back at a...later time, if you could sir. After all, the last reports were finished an hour ago."
A new color of red (vermilion) was seen flushing the Captain's face, but even he got the gist that this would save injury or even death of one or both of the "engaged" before truth stepped in. Getting up and storming out, he growled to the Arcanist "This isn't over...."
And it never is thought truth.
(OOC, I don't mind others using my characters, but actually he never was this racist. If you want a confrontation do use another militia besides the Captain or give me a PM to ask if my characters can do something like this. But hey, I make it work.)
<To Kyrin! A good uncle, courageous bladesinger, loyal brother-in-arms and the best friend this dwarf has ever had...>* a deep and gravelly voice called out in elvish above the noise and bother of the Source Stone Tavern.
This was followed by the loud (CLINK!) of beer mugs.
After taking a huge draught from his mug, Debeers plunked down it down on the table and looked at the two elven maidens sitting with him. Ar'elandi was sitting back in her chair more relaxed than he had ever seen her in the short time that they knew each other. She was taking little sips from her mug of ale that she held in her two little bronze colored hands, lost in her thoughts. She still had a few dark wrinkles around her eyes but most had faded by the grace and power of Moradin in the form of the healing prayers and spells Debeers was granted to help her with. A portion of her now golden blonde hair remained silver in spite of his best efforts to reverse all of the damage done to her by the corrupted Crown of Shadows. A permanent reminder of the sacrifices made to make her whole. The gold elf also sported the shadowy remains of a previously massively bruised right cheek.
Debeers then looked over to his other elven tablemate. Jade had participated in his toast to honor her uncle, taken the tiniest of sips, and softly replaced the mug back on the table. Lost in her own thoughts, she stared straight into the clear mug of amber brew held in her two dainty and dirt smeared hands. Debeers sighed as he realized that the dirt was from the grave they had finished digging a few hours before coming to the Source Stone. The group had buried Kyrin on a tall and verdant hill under the shade of a great oak tree with leaves of flaming orange, yellow and red. The spot offered a gorgeous view of the surrounding countryside along with a breathtaking view of the city of Neverwinter and was the perfect eternal resting place for the steadfast and yet quite jovial bladesinger. Jade's eyes were still very red and puffy in spite of running out of tears hours ago.
Jade suddenly started to softly chuckle! Debeers had spent a good part of a century at her uncle's side and had become more of a brother to him rather than just a friend and more like an uncle to Jade by familial love rather than by blood. He had learned a lot in that time including an in depth knowledge of elvish. His dwarven accented elvish always reminded Jade of the sound of fine silk passing over a rough patch of rocks, but it was good enough to outrageous flirt with and bewitchingly charm a certain raven-haired blue-robed elven wizardress back in Silverymoon. The sordid details of their unlikely dalliance was best left for those with less than polite social circles...
Debeers raised a flame colored eyebrow while looking her.
<Just thinking of black hair and blue robes...>* she weakly smiled as she felt the weight of Debeer's stare and softly chuckled some more.
Debeers sat back in his chair and rubbed the back of his head as he grinned from ear to ear.
Ar'elandi looked up from her mug slightly confused as she was not privy to the details of what was obviously an inside joke between her two tablemates. However, she took full advantage of the break in the tension at the table to speak her mind.
"Iralen, "Ar'elandi began softly, <I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for the loss of your uncle. In the short time I've know him, he seemed like the most amazing of elflords. I also wanted to deeply thank you two so much for all that you've done and sacrificed for me.>*
Jade noddingly acknowledged her gratitude. <My uncle died fighting for what he believed in most. I take comfort in that he has been warmly welcomed into Arvandor.>* she replied naming the elven afterlife, while still looking into her ale. She looked up from her mug and at Ar'elandi. Jade smiled sheepishly and indicated to her own right cheek. <Sorry about that...>*
<It's okay...>* Ar'elandi smiled as she rubbed her cheek. [It actually hurt a lot more this time than in that strange dream...] she thought wryly to herself.
Jade heard a (clunk) and a softer (thud) across the table from her and in the direction of Debeers. She looked across from her and saw her uncle Kyrin's gilded longsword with a softly glowing moonstone embedded in the pommel along with a tiny white and grey figurine in the shape of an asperii depicted in flight on the table.
<Are you sure you don't want these?>* Debeers asked.
Jade's tiny smile faded as she shook her head.
<As you are Kyrin's designated blade-heir, elven traditions mandate that you be given the opportunity to choose if you are willing to take up the mantle and responsibilities of becoming a moonfighter or not without any shame or loss of honor should you decline. Your uncle greatly respected tradition and I believe he would understand and accept your decision. I will take the moonblade back to House Korianthil in Evereska and there it shall wait either for your decision to wield it and become a moonfigher or for your designated blade-heir to come and decide for him or herself if they want to take up the mantle and the responsibilities.>* Debeers long-windedly stated. <As for this, however, >* he pointed at the tiny asperii figurine. <I think your uncle would be greatly hurt if you did not accept this.>* He pushed the tiny figurine towards Jade. <His name is Arrun'sul>* "or Stormwind, if you prefer."
Debeers finished his ale and got up with a massive scraping sound emanating from his chair. <I leave for Evereska immediately to inform the rest of the House of what has happened. Are you sure you don't want to come?>* The dwarf said as he picked up the sheathed moonblade but not the figurine.
Jade lifted her head up from staring at the figurine, stood up and fiercely hugged the dwarf. <No uncle, >* she replied, <there are yet many things I have to do to help this city...>*
Debeers held Jade in front of him and looked upon her with proud and slightly teary eyes. <Jade Korianthil instilled with a sense of duty and responsibility without the prompting of a family or ruling council edict! Your uncle Kyrin would be so proud!>*
Ar'elandi also stood up. <May I join you, good dwarf?>* she asked Debeers. <I have much to answer for and Evereska is as good a place as any to start.>*
Debeers nodded as Jade moved towards Ar'elandi and hugged her as well.
<Good luck, sister, >* she quietly stated.
<Good luck to you as well, sister, >*Ar'elandi answered. <I have a feeling we will meet again.>*
And with that the dwarf and the gold elf walked across the crowded tavern floor and went out the door as more thirsty patrons walked into the tavern.
Jade sat back down, leaned forward, and folded her arms on the table. She then rested her head upon her arms and just stared at the tiny horse in front of her.
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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iamtruthseekerMember, Moonstars, Neverwinter Beta UsersPosts: 0Arc User
edited October 2012
A bag ends up in Edgar's hands, its jink unmistakable.
"The two tables that lost someone. Their tab has been settled."
Logaine stretched his arm as the wound finaly closed completely. leaving a thin pink scar across his shoulder.
"Hmm. None of the muscles are mended improperly. I still hate magic and potions though. But that you Truthseeker." He said not unkindly. "Tis still my wish to know how it is that you know of how I gained this wound. And who it is that told you."
The elf moved and took a seat next to the Magi. The first time he had sat anywhere besides a corner, Showing a sign of trust in his new comrades.
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Logaine stretched his arm as the wound finaly closed completely. leaving a thin pink scar across his shoulder.
"Hmm. None of the muscles are mended improperly. I still hate magic and potions though. But that you Truthseeker." He said not unkindly. "Tis still my wish to know how it is that you know of how I gained this wound. And who it is that told you."
The elf moved and took a seat next to the Magi. The first time he had sat anywhere besides a corner, Showing a sign of trust in his new comrades.
In this city, the Harpers ally with certain adventurers and sometimes operate with more...open agents. I am the former. Since I look after this place, they decided some...events they keep an eye on they want me to know. The latest one...I hope Jade and Deebers will recover from their loss.
If it's not clear, certain "beings of interest" catch their eye. If you've ever been in a caravan, a large tavern gathering, even a group of people that come and go, it's likely there's an agent there that is or works for the Harpers. While I know they won't outright break into personal lives unless other lives are threatened, they do a good job of seeing what goes on in this city without the...violent interference that the Nashers and Dead Rats do in their methods.
Keeping an ear on clandestine discussions around the mage, Raeuz formally joins the table.
"Ah! The harpers. Always the vigilant one." Although not properly introduced due to incidents, the people are somewhat familiar to the shadowy figure of Raeuz and with him not yet wearing his robes or scythe, Raeuz looks like any ordinary citizen - not even an adventurer.
"... then it would interest you to what I found." Raeuz signals truthseeker to come closer as he whispers, "I heard from a dead rat that a prophecy has been doing rounds - As stars will sink and moon will blink, the harp will play as prince will sing"
He waits and looks at everyone for their expressions. Most are confused at his choice of words.
Raeuz clears his throat and clarifies, "My version is like this. Stars navigate, so sinking means they will follow wrong leads. Moon never blinks, so moon blinking means it will sleep, or perhaps be blinded to truth. Harp is probably harpers. I fail to understand though, what is common between stars, moon and harp. Also, this prince - singing. Maybe more will be revealed about this prophecy with time. Do you guys have anything to add?"
Raeuz is forthcoming but it seems there are more secrets with him, and he is only divulging a part of real information .
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Keeping an ear on clandestine discussions around the mage, Raeuz formally joins the table.
"Ah! The harpers. Always the vigilant one." Although not properly introduced due to incidents, the people are somewhat familiar to the shadowy figure of Raeuz and with him not yet wearing his robes or scythe, Raeuz looks like any ordinary citizen - not even an adventurer.
"... then it would interest you to what I found." Raeuz signals truthseeker to come closer as he whispers, "I heard from a dead rat that a prophecy has been doing rounds - As stars will sink and moon will blink, the harp will play as prince will sing"
He waits and looks at everyone for their expressions. Most are confused at his choice of words.
Raeuz clears his throat and clarifies, "My version is like this. Stars navigate, so sinking means they will follow wrong leads. Moon never blinks, so moon blinking means it will sleep, or perhaps be blinded to truth. Harp is probably harpers. I fail to understand though, what is common between stars, moon and harp. Also, this prince - singing. Maybe more will be revealed about this prophecy with time. Do you guys have anything to add?"
Raeuz is forthcoming but it seems there are more secrets with him, and he is only divulging a part of real information .
"You misunderstand. I don't give them information, they give it to me. If you want info passed to the Harpers as the Neverwinter tradition goes:
If you have a rumor or clue," *points to Imogene* "...tell the barmaids or courtesans. And you had better recognize Imogene as a barmaid and never a courtesan...or you will regret it!"
"You misunderstand. I don't give them information, they give it to me. If you want info passed to the Harpers as the Neverwinter tradition goes:
If you have a rumor or clue," *points to Imogene* "...tell the barmaids or courtesans. And you had better recognize Imogene as a barmaid and never a courtesan...or you will regret it!"
"Yes, but I am not sure harpers can give me anything when they are shielded from real truth. I want opinion of wise people like you, so I can make some solid hypothetical ground to start some investigation. Especially since I have heard some disturbing rumors of undead which I would rather not share."
Raeuz clarifies.
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The scythe falls towards the neck of the halfling. Raeuz is calculating trajectory but is unable to hold the scythe with blade facing him. Only someone from opposite side can stop the blade (WIS or DEX or STR check - if STR, take 1 hp damage).
[ooc[ as I don't know stats, roll 1d20 and take 8 and more as a success[/ooc]
Althaea was confused, the halfling returned her ring just by yell on him...
"This is strange little guy!" Althaea put her sword back, Korinn just saw with "I'm-not-Impressed" eyes the events
Kairon just Ignore and still drink to "heal" his wounds
He then carefully secures the scythe and puts back his book in his robes. He then walks back and picks his unfinished bowl of rice and has a few spoonfuls with little bit of mead still left.
[ooc]Raeuz believes all accidents are caused by whims of Raven Queen and people are saved when Raven Queen changes her mind. So he takes it matter of factly. This attitude is what makes him intimidating. [/ooc]
[OOC lot of fun just reading so far; carry on this great development everybody or feel free to join in!]
Korinn just laugh a little and sit down on the nearer chair "Is funny the little guy haha"
"Can anyone here sew? I think my arm needs stiching up if its going to be healing properly."
Truth tosses him a healing potion.
"Heal up. I recently found out how you got that way. It's not a habit I do, but consider that a gift."
"Thanks mage. And since you've given this to me as a gift. Forgive me if I dont believe that I owe you one.
But. You might start talking as to how you know, how I received this wound. In great detail."
The Elf's red brows furrowed at Truthseeker. Logaine obviously wanted to know who knew about how he was wounded.
As if on cue, the front door of the Source Stone Tavern slightly opened up and a small wisp of a figure slipped in and subtly proceeded to walk towards the darkest corner of the tavern room.
Well, about as subtle as a vibrantly green-haired and dark purple clad elven maiden could possibly be.
Jade grabbed two chairs and positioned them facing each other near the corner. She sat in one, propped her feet up on the other and proceeded to precariously balance herself on the chair she sat on as she reached over and elbowed Thaix a few times in the ribs.
"So...spiderhugger..." she whispered indicating to the assembled group of people on the other side of the tavern. "How many fireballs did this treehugger miss?" she asked as her green gold-flecked eyes sparkled with mischief...
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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Thaix narrows his eyes and turns his gaze to Jade and calmly states : "I do not know what you are talking about. Nor if I would I doubt that I would tell you after that aggressive opening and especially after you called me a spiderhugger!
((OOC: Thaix honestly has no idea about what Jade is talking. I'm quite confused as well but then again Thaix is pretty tired...))
"Whoa, whoa..." Jade replied, eyes wide open, and raised her hands in genuine surrender, "just kidding..."
"Why so serious?" she muttered under her breath with a mischievous smile.
She jerked a dainty thumb towards the assembled group of people on the other side of the tavern.
"Just wondering what I missed. Last time I was here, it looked like a mage battle was about to erupt between Truth and the newcomers..."
Jade leaned back in her chair again, folded her arms behind her head, watched as the drama unfolded across the tavern and listened for Thaix's response...
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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As for why you didn't see this...the Harpers owed me one,and I got my update through the usual liason."
*Almost as if on cue, Imogene just "appears" next to Jade, ready to take her order, a twinkle in her eyes (which comes from a person with a front seat from watching the details.) *
"Suit yourself!" he shouted back out though the rapidly closing door, "I need a drink or ten, you'll find me by the bar..."
And with that he pretty much ignored everyone and walked straight to the back of the tavern room as a melodic voice floated in through the rapidly closing door, "Make sure you have that anti-hang-over spell ready, you crazy cleric!"
[...]
Jade finished listening to Thaix's and Truthseeker's accounts of recent events and was about to give her order to Imogene when she noticed the fully armored dwarf crossing the crowded and noisy tavern room.
"Great Moradin's Beard!" Jade exclaimed as she fell over in her chair and nearly smashed her head against the tavern wall behind her. She immediately picked herself up and sprinted across the tavern floor and proceeded to give the dwarf the biggest bear hug she could possibly manage.
"Uncle Debeers!" she screamed as she held on for dear life, "what in the name of Moradin are you doing here?!"
"Well... if you give an old dwarf the chance to breathe, he might answer you, " the dwarf chokingly smiled back to which Jade let up the pressure of her crushing bear hug just a little bit.
"Your uncle Kyrin and I are here at the request of your brother Kynaris to check up on you, " Debeers answered with a smile, "and make sure you aren't getting into any 'trouble...' " he added with a touch of seriousness entering his voice.
Jade nodded almost imperceptibly. "Uncle Kyrin is here? she inquired looking around, "where?"
Debeers looked back towards the tavern door. "He was right behind me when he wanted to make himself "presentable" to you, " the dwarf answered, "he's probably still preening himself outside." "Go get the fool to come in will you?" he asked Jade as he flagged Imogene over.
Jade excitedly ran to the tavern door and burst out into the cold night air. She looked up and down the street but not a soul was around.
She walked dejectedly back to Debeers who was already finished with his first ale and was in the process of switching mugs with the ever attentive Imogene.
"He's not outside, " she stated with puzzled disappointment.
"I'm sure he'll be in in just a second or two, " Debeers answered her and handed her a mug of ale. "Have a drink with me while we wait for your uncle to come in..."
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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"Uncle Kyrin!" a melodic voice called out from the swirling mass of emerald green hair.
Kyrin looked down with his sparkling blue gold-flecked eyes and smiled, "It's nice to see you again too, Iralen!"
"Where have you been?" Jade asked him as he put his arm around her shoulders. They walked together over to side of the bar where Debeers was in the process of downing possibly his 15th if not his 20th mug of ale.
"You know your uncle is easily distracted..." Kyrin answered impishly to his niece.
"I bet she was a blonde! " Debeers chortled as bit of ale foam ran off of his chin to join the mug's worth of suds already residing in the dwarf's ample flame-colored beard.
"Let's find a quieter place to talk, niece" Kyrin suggested as he looked around the noisy and crowded tavern room.
"Sure, uncle" Jade replied happily, "I have a small room upstairs. It's not much but..."
"No, " Kyrin interrupted with a smile, "I have another place in mind. " He threw two pieces of platinum on to the counter next to the impressive pile of empty mugs that Debeers had collected. "You should come too, " he addressed the dwarf with a slight tone of seriousness entering his voice which sobered up the dwarf instantly.
"That is, if you are done putting this place out of business, " the elflord jovially added and clapped the back of the dwarf as he started towards the door with Jade.
Debeers stared at the full foamy mugs of ale he had in each hand, rolled his eyes and let out a huge sigh. "Business... always business..." he muttered right before downing both mugs and, in the process, spilling equal amounts of amber brew onto the floor, onto his beard, onto his armor and into his cavernous gaping mouth. Debeers threw down the empty mugs, thumped his chest with his right fist a few times, thunderously belched, nodded his thanks to the bartender, blew a kiss at Imogene, and ran clankingly out the door after the two elves.
(Continued here...)
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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His grip on the dart is too weak and the dart slips at an angle of 75 degrees from his hands. However, the strength he had been putting on the dart was also not correct and was too strong. He watches as two mistakes in a single move combine and the dart reaches just near the roof. Then quickly falls down like a dragon and its a bull's eye.
Raeuz looks at the dart. Then he sighs. He has not yet improved his real aim.
"We are not in the habit of allowing," his voice gets a sarcastic tone," 'dark sellswords' to our ranks. You can always put a bid in the mercanary guild if you truely wish to fight. I'm sure they will find something that is more suited to 'your'talents."
"MY talents are best used leading and fighting beside trained troops." As she speaks, her voice raises, yet remains calm, "You are just to blind by your arrogance when others offer a useful tool..." her words are cut short as the captian gets in Pyr's face, his voice raised to a yell.
"NO!," his voice slightly lowers but makes sure all can hear him, " Your kind have nothing to offer the surface, except murder and strife. You are better suited to seek out the small cabals of Cyric that lurk about. Though i doubt they would even have you. You want to serve this city, gather your kin and crawl back int the holes you crawled from."
Pyr's normally crystal clear green eyes cloud over like a storm rolling in with a single quick motion she steps back, and the shorter of the blades comes free from it's sheath( those who can read Kara-Tur the sheath is ingraved with a single word " Honor"). The arc of it's path is fast and seamless as it returns just as quick to it's proper place with a click.
Taking two steps back Pyr turns to the room and stands at the ready her blades remained sheathed, but her posture is purely defensive. " I have faced insult after insult since crossing the borderlands into the west. I have been forced to fight when peacefull resolve was with in reach. Why? Because I am Drow? Because I do not follow this god or that?" Pyr looks to Thaix and points " You know nothing of him or his life, yet many have judged him and judged him unfairly. I am guilty of the same crime. But i have appologized for my wrongful transgression. " Pointing to the now falling captian, " That will be the final insult I or any dark elf will endure in this tavern!" She looks to Edgar behind the bar readying his spell her eyes almost daring him as she approaches. " Would you not do the same if such words were spoken to you?" she turns to the main room, " Would any of you allow your honor, your beliefs spit upon?"
She turns back to Edgar and pulls the sheathed shortsword from her side and places it on the bar. Her hand holds the hilt, " If you think me your enemy, or an enemy of this city command me and I shall end my life."
The bar keeps hand eases away from the spell trigger as Pyr's eyes remained locked in his
(OOC Truthseeker i leave edgars continued response to you. to any one else- Pyr is Samurai, it was a matter of honor. Act accordingly to your planned alignments would dictate. ( and please please don't let this turn to a stat sheet contest it is purely RP vs NPC))
"You know Captain, rank doesn't excuse poor judgment. What you said did cross a line even for you and is considered inflammatory. Even worse off than what you usually say to wizards and adventurers. Now, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave per article three, "conditional to provoking a potential riot." Of course, if you want to have me get the boss to settle this, I could, but best you come back at a...later time, if you could sir. After all, the last reports were finished an hour ago."
A new color of red (vermilion) was seen flushing the Captain's face, but even he got the gist that this would save injury or even death of one or both of the "engaged" before truth stepped in. Getting up and storming out, he growled to the Arcanist "This isn't over...."
And it never is thought truth.
(OOC, I don't mind others using my characters, but actually he never was this racist. If you want a confrontation do use another militia besides the Captain or give me a PM to ask if my characters can do something like this. But hey, I make it work.)
<To Kyrin! A good uncle, courageous bladesinger, loyal brother-in-arms and the best friend this dwarf has ever had...>* a deep and gravelly voice called out in elvish above the noise and bother of the Source Stone Tavern.
This was followed by the loud (CLINK!) of beer mugs.
After taking a huge draught from his mug, Debeers plunked down it down on the table and looked at the two elven maidens sitting with him. Ar'elandi was sitting back in her chair more relaxed than he had ever seen her in the short time that they knew each other. She was taking little sips from her mug of ale that she held in her two little bronze colored hands, lost in her thoughts. She still had a few dark wrinkles around her eyes but most had faded by the grace and power of Moradin in the form of the healing prayers and spells Debeers was granted to help her with. A portion of her now golden blonde hair remained silver in spite of his best efforts to reverse all of the damage done to her by the corrupted Crown of Shadows. A permanent reminder of the sacrifices made to make her whole. The gold elf also sported the shadowy remains of a previously massively bruised right cheek.
Debeers then looked over to his other elven tablemate. Jade had participated in his toast to honor her uncle, taken the tiniest of sips, and softly replaced the mug back on the table. Lost in her own thoughts, she stared straight into the clear mug of amber brew held in her two dainty and dirt smeared hands. Debeers sighed as he realized that the dirt was from the grave they had finished digging a few hours before coming to the Source Stone. The group had buried Kyrin on a tall and verdant hill under the shade of a great oak tree with leaves of flaming orange, yellow and red. The spot offered a gorgeous view of the surrounding countryside along with a breathtaking view of the city of Neverwinter and was the perfect eternal resting place for the steadfast and yet quite jovial bladesinger. Jade's eyes were still very red and puffy in spite of running out of tears hours ago.
Jade suddenly started to softly chuckle! Debeers had spent a good part of a century at her uncle's side and had become more of a brother to him rather than just a friend and more like an uncle to Jade by familial love rather than by blood. He had learned a lot in that time including an in depth knowledge of elvish. His dwarven accented elvish always reminded Jade of the sound of fine silk passing over a rough patch of rocks, but it was good enough to outrageous flirt with and bewitchingly charm a certain raven-haired blue-robed elven wizardress back in Silverymoon. The sordid details of their unlikely dalliance was best left for those with less than polite social circles...
Debeers raised a flame colored eyebrow while looking her.
<Just thinking of black hair and blue robes...>* she weakly smiled as she felt the weight of Debeer's stare and softly chuckled some more.
Debeers sat back in his chair and rubbed the back of his head as he grinned from ear to ear.
Ar'elandi looked up from her mug slightly confused as she was not privy to the details of what was obviously an inside joke between her two tablemates. However, she took full advantage of the break in the tension at the table to speak her mind.
"Iralen, " Ar'elandi began softly, <I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for the loss of your uncle. In the short time I've know him, he seemed like the most amazing of elflords. I also wanted to deeply thank you two so much for all that you've done and sacrificed for me.>*
Jade noddingly acknowledged her gratitude. <My uncle died fighting for what he believed in most. I take comfort in that he has been warmly welcomed into Arvandor.>* she replied naming the elven afterlife, while still looking into her ale. She looked up from her mug and at Ar'elandi. Jade smiled sheepishly and indicated to her own right cheek. <Sorry about that...>*
<It's okay...>* Ar'elandi smiled as she rubbed her cheek. [It actually hurt a lot more this time than in that strange dream...] she thought wryly to herself.
Jade heard a (clunk) and a softer (thud) across the table from her and in the direction of Debeers. She looked across from her and saw her uncle Kyrin's gilded longsword with a softly glowing moonstone embedded in the pommel along with a tiny white and grey figurine in the shape of an asperii depicted in flight on the table.
<Are you sure you don't want these?>* Debeers asked.
Jade's tiny smile faded as she shook her head.
<As you are Kyrin's designated blade-heir, elven traditions mandate that you be given the opportunity to choose if you are willing to take up the mantle and responsibilities of becoming a moonfighter or not without any shame or loss of honor should you decline. Your uncle greatly respected tradition and I believe he would understand and accept your decision. I will take the moonblade back to House Korianthil in Evereska and there it shall wait either for your decision to wield it and become a moonfigher or for your designated blade-heir to come and decide for him or herself if they want to take up the mantle and the responsibilities.>* Debeers long-windedly stated. <As for this, however, >* he pointed at the tiny asperii figurine. <I think your uncle would be greatly hurt if you did not accept this.>* He pushed the tiny figurine towards Jade. <His name is Arrun'sul>* "or Stormwind, if you prefer."
Debeers finished his ale and got up with a massive scraping sound emanating from his chair. <I leave for Evereska immediately to inform the rest of the House of what has happened. Are you sure you don't want to come?>* The dwarf said as he picked up the sheathed moonblade but not the figurine.
Jade lifted her head up from staring at the figurine, stood up and fiercely hugged the dwarf. <No uncle, >* she replied, <there are yet many things I have to do to help this city...>*
Debeers held Jade in front of him and looked upon her with proud and slightly teary eyes. <Jade Korianthil instilled with a sense of duty and responsibility without the prompting of a family or ruling council edict! Your uncle Kyrin would be so proud!>*
Ar'elandi also stood up. <May I join you, good dwarf?>* she asked Debeers. <I have much to answer for and Evereska is as good a place as any to start.>*
Debeers nodded as Jade moved towards Ar'elandi and hugged her as well.
<Good luck, sister, >* she quietly stated.
<Good luck to you as well, sister, >* Ar'elandi answered. <I have a feeling we will meet again.>*
And with that the dwarf and the gold elf walked across the crowded tavern floor and went out the door as more thirsty patrons walked into the tavern.
Jade sat back down, leaned forward, and folded her arms on the table. She then rested her head upon her arms and just stared at the tiny horse in front of her.
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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"The two tables that lost someone. Their tab has been settled."
"Right b...M'lord," he almost mis-speaks.
"Hmm. None of the muscles are mended improperly. I still hate magic and potions though. But that you Truthseeker." He said not unkindly. "Tis still my wish to know how it is that you know of how I gained this wound. And who it is that told you."
The elf moved and took a seat next to the Magi. The first time he had sat anywhere besides a corner, Showing a sign of trust in his new comrades.
In this city, the Harpers ally with certain adventurers and sometimes operate with more...open agents. I am the former. Since I look after this place, they decided some...events they keep an eye on they want me to know. The latest one...I hope Jade and Deebers will recover from their loss.
If it's not clear, certain "beings of interest" catch their eye. If you've ever been in a caravan, a large tavern gathering, even a group of people that come and go, it's likely there's an agent there that is or works for the Harpers. While I know they won't outright break into personal lives unless other lives are threatened, they do a good job of seeing what goes on in this city without the...violent interference that the Nashers and Dead Rats do in their methods.
"Ah! The harpers. Always the vigilant one." Although not properly introduced due to incidents, the people are somewhat familiar to the shadowy figure of Raeuz and with him not yet wearing his robes or scythe, Raeuz looks like any ordinary citizen - not even an adventurer.
"... then it would interest you to what I found." Raeuz signals truthseeker to come closer as he whispers, "I heard from a dead rat that a prophecy has been doing rounds - As stars will sink and moon will blink, the harp will play as prince will sing"
He waits and looks at everyone for their expressions. Most are confused at his choice of words.
Raeuz clears his throat and clarifies, "My version is like this. Stars navigate, so sinking means they will follow wrong leads. Moon never blinks, so moon blinking means it will sleep, or perhaps be blinded to truth. Harp is probably harpers. I fail to understand though, what is common between stars, moon and harp. Also, this prince - singing. Maybe more will be revealed about this prophecy with time. Do you guys have anything to add?"
Raeuz is forthcoming but it seems there are more secrets with him, and he is only divulging a part of real information .
"You misunderstand. I don't give them information, they give it to me. If you want info passed to the Harpers as the Neverwinter tradition goes:
If you have a rumor or clue," *points to Imogene* "...tell the barmaids or courtesans. And you had better recognize Imogene as a barmaid and never a courtesan...or you will regret it!"
"Yes, but I am not sure harpers can give me anything when they are shielded from real truth. I want opinion of wise people like you, so I can make some solid hypothetical ground to start some investigation. Especially since I have heard some disturbing rumors of undead which I would rather not share."
Raeuz clarifies.