Sable places a hand on Bree's shoulder. "The drow is gone. We will have to make due with the information he released with his last breath, assuming any of it has truth to it, the directions I mean. I am certain we will find the slaves."
".....We will come to nothing good....I feel there is nothing good about any of these former Elves. But we will find your brother..."
the wizard's equipment seems mostly fit for Sable. The bracers are desperately needed by him, the circlet best used by him, and the staff only used by him. Sebastian will settle for a door prize, if there is something useful from the ruins or the other dead Drow.
Bree tenses at the contact only for a second, relaxing as soon as she's registered in her mind that it is a friend and not a foe. She looks at Sable, meeting his eyes with that eerie crazed look she's had more frequently since this quest to find her brother began. "But..." her words trail off as she looks up and around at everyone else. "Maybe we should finish searching here first, just in case?"
Winter shakes his head, "Bree has long sought her brother, and all the clues we have had so far point to this location, or maybe its shadow world. We are thereby closer to him if we stay here than if we withdraw back to Crying Leaf, no matter how much I would personally wish it, so if Bree says she wants to stay here and search then she shall, and I shall stay by her side and turn over every stone in this city if I have to should it bring her closer to the triumphant ending to her quest. Others may leave, but if Bree wills it, this is where I shall remain. I would only seek to visit any other location for fresh supplies and new equipment."
Male Human Falcata Weapon Master 4 ~ Urban Barbarian/Invulnerable Rager 2
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Sounds like we're staying here. Send your runners and start moving home. We'll set up a camp and guard the gate while scouring the city for any stragglers.
Bree frowns, distrustful of the stranger's suggestion. However, she expects that her companions might see the sense in it and insist that they carry on. So it is that Bree is stunned into momentary silence when Winter offers such strong support to her wishes. Her mouth opens, as if to speak, but no words come out for a second. Then finally, with a faint blush to her skin, she manages to stutter out, "I... I would like that. Yes, thank you, Winter."
My bad, I should have known that you would stay together. I for my part have to return to Crying Leaf and notify the Shin Rakorath and our people of the happenings here. But I promise to return with provisions and presents as soons as possible.
While Evianna and the surviving elves bid their farewell, Silsavar moves over to Winter and Kabal and apologises for his earlier behaviour
I know it wasn't warrior-like what I did Winter and indeed, I now understand why Evianna fancied you so much...will you accept my apologies?
Male Human Falcata Weapon Master 4 ~ Urban Barbarian/Invulnerable Rager 2
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Haha, nice catch Bree. I could see an elven princess trying to be hip like that.
Kabal waited for Winter to reply to Silsavar. The elf owed the Brevian no apology as far as he saw it but he had slighted Winter. If the priest accepted then Kabal would shake hands with him and it would be done with.
Winter remains stoic and solemn, giving Evianna the a respectful bow as she departs - remembering that she has a social station that must be respected, especially with so many of her subjects around.
He breaks the formality with Silsavar, becoming much more Winter the ever optimistic Cleric. "I can only speculate, but I wonder if the occupation of Celwynvian was a slight to your pride, and the evasiveness of the Drow and their refusal to actually engage in real fighting wore away at your patience and temper like fine grit slowly sanding away at hardwood, perhaps, without any forethought or malice, you found yourself channeling your anger at such matters into a more tangible and achievable target and instead took umbrage with me as a vent for your frustrations. I can well understand your position, and how easily one could find themselves there, and as you have apologised earnestly in front of these witnesses then I graciously accept your apology and hope you regain your focus...which is on driving them away from your ancestral lands. There is no shame in losing the path, and only much honour to be gained by finding your way back upon it", with that, the matter is rested.
"So" Winter regards the party, "In which building do we wish to establish our base, and then let us determine a method of searching"
"Yes we need to keep a presence here at the gate and the observatory, but I would like to go back to that monument, the Thassilonian gift, at some point, to see if it still stands...it would not have been documented since the City's demise."
Like the Cyphergate, the pillar has survived the ravages of time (including a meteor strike) nearly unscathed.
Perfectly white and still covered with clearly discernible rune etchings, the pillar stands on one of the smaller squares of Celwynvian. Strangely it is not covered by lichen or moss.
Now that you have a moment to inverstigate the scene, you realise that the surrounding buildings must have once been part of some kind of an academy or university.
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Mercus nods and yawns
Oi Kabal, I don't think they'll use the Shadowgate anytime soon again...total failure of their mission, heh...oh...do you think they know that we have the key?
Male Human Falcata Weapon Master 4 ~ Urban Barbarian/Invulnerable Rager 2
Kabal shook with genuine mirth and a deeply bassed laugh cut through the otherwise quiet of the empty Observatory.
Hahaha...oh bloody hells Mercus. Thats rich. That bastard Corvax had a number of so called nick names for me...but I've forgotten them now. They made no damn sense anyways. Why? You got some ideas running around in that head of yours? Be careful..
The last was said with a rare smile but the tone still had a serious edge to it.
Bree can't help but to feel a flicker of a smile cross her own lips when she hears Kabal's laughter and sees his own rare smile. "Careful indeed, Mercus. This one's temper can be worse than mine own."
"Incredible that monuments like these can withstand so much....It's like we don't even know what magic is in this day and age." Sebastian drops his pack and pulls out his journal. He will sketch each face as accurately as he can.
He will also Detect Magic on it, to get a sense if it is still active somehow.
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