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Devils and demons walk no more on the streets of Korvosa, but the city is not the same as before mad queen's reign. Still, busy streets are clogged with throngs of people of different races and nationalities, traders' wagons clatter on their ways to the warehouses, merchants are hawking their wares, there are ships at the docks once again. It seems that the seneschal's efforts to normalize the situation in the city are going well.
But some things speak of change and insecurity: there are armed people everywhere, dressed in the colors of different noble houses. Sable Company members are nowhere to be seen, and the same goes for the Hellknights. Murders of Imps and flocks of pseudodragons are chasing each other across the rooftops in the middle of the day, raising terrible racket, and nobody pays them no heed.
Although the city once again bustles with life, you realize that the sense of fear of what future brings is deeply rooted in the populace.
Your instructions say that you must find a newly opened inn, called The Golden Pig. There you will meet the mysterious person who summoned you back to Korvosa and hear his or hers (or its) offer.
Galrian walks slowly along the streets, watching around and occassionally taking a look on roofs. People passing him see a middle-aged man walking street, in a somewhat simple but nicely done tunic. Glaive tied to his back he wanders the street. Time to time he take look on letter; he had received it not so long time ago far away from Korvosa. It had took couple of days to reach back to Korvosa but now that he was back... too much had changed here. Once a town he had remembered full of life and order everwhere, had now fallen to this kind of chaos...
Galrian had only heard about the events from previous months but situation was still somewhat... chaotic in a way or another. Time had passed and he had changed.. along getting older. Galrian felt again small pain in his lungs... uff.. again it´s hurting... damn pain Grasping his chest, he stops for while, until continues again.
Alot of memories passed by while he walked and reached Golden Pig inn. Tsk... inn again... why can´t they make meeting somewhere more comfortable place.. Opening the door and stepping inside, Galrian try to find a place next to the fire
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The mysterious letter found it's way into The Great Katallin's bag. It was Desna's will, that was plain, for why else when The Great Katallin had begun thinking about returning with Asasha had he received this mysterious summons.
Where had Asasha gotten to anyway? They had only returned to the city this morning and she was already off getting herself into trouble no doubt. The Great Katallin checked his belt pouch, and was disappointed in how little remained, not surprised just disappointed. Well it'll have to be the sword then to get her outta whatever trouble she's in! Strange looks from the good people of Korvosa followed The Great Katallin after his outburst. She'll find me if she needs help, she always does.
The Great Katallin noticed the changes in the people of Korvosa. It saddened him. There was a great loss the people had suffered here. Wherever The Great Katallin had gone he had always considered Korvosa his home. The recent events here changed that, and he no longer felt like a son returning home after a long journey, but like an outsider passing through.
Well best be about it then, you get farther relaxing when the sail's full then before you raise it up. The Great Katallin worked his way through the crowd up to The Golden Pig. It looked like a fine respectable inn, The Great Katallin hoped he would be able to find a decent drink inside.
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Shol'a'saul approaches the Golden Pig, paying little heed to those around her. Her striking body marked by the trials she has been through, served to keep the throng of passersby away from her.
As she walks along, she thinks to the letter received, handd to her by the Covey's leader. "Go to this place, and fulfill your role." was all she said to her.
Now as her journey to the Inn has finished, she feels a sense of starting a new one. She gives a tired sigh, as it seems like her life was just a series of journeys, with no destination. Maybe this would prove to be different.
As she enters the Inn, her gaze, usually unfocused, is drawn to a familiar body, resting near the fire. Could it be...Galrian? A smile, long forgotten, breaks out on her face as she hurries to his table. She looks at his face, realizing how much he has changed, and how older he looks. The thought fills her with sadness, for some reason.
"Galrain, it is good to see you again."
With his plans ruined recently on his wishes to leave the city in his desperate search, Ezekiel really had little to do left in town. In fact, he hadn't conjured her since the night before, and would anxiously await his privacy for which to bring her into being.
Then again, with how real she looks, maybe I can slip her out into the streets with me every now and again...
And what broke him out of his train of thought was a man's bumbling, running into him and then steering clear, running away into the crowds of the city. Zeke gave a frown, but found there was a slip of paper in his pocket. With all curiosity, he read the note given, and tilted his head.
So, someone has wants to talk to me? So be it - if I'm lucky, he'll know more about Valeria than I originally planned to find out today!
And so with optimism held high, the ex-student travelled through the many streets of Korvosa unto the destination: The Golden Pig. Here he had heard nothing of the establishment in the past, for it seemed to not ring any bells in his head. Walking through the very entrance, the crimson-clothed individual made his way to an isolated table, one where he could watch people enter for the time being.
Galrian looks in to fire and is on his own thoughs, but he suddenly saps when someone address him. Careful look appears to his face when he look around to see who spoke to him until he see female elf in front of him. It takes a while that Galrian looks at elf, thinking and emotion appears his face. Surprise and then happiness
Shol´a´Saul... it´s you.... You haven´t changed once! You still look as beautiful as ever. How are you my night-flowerGalrian jumps up and moves next to Shol´a´Saul and hug her After all these years, I didn´t expect to meet you here... I didn´t forget you but... I had no idea that you would be here of all the places Still hugging her, Galrian leans little bit back and looks at her face and other body
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Still as stunning as ever Galrian smiles with that trademark one which made so many other girls fall on him... but with Shol´a´Saul... it was always little bit different but what, he didn´t know Your body hasn´t changed at all after 20 year. However, I see that you have markings in your body... and you have finally find your place in Coven. Witch I assume? Galrian give a look at her, but you can see its a purely curious and honest I have so many things to tell you and talk... as you can see Galrian noticed her face when looking at him I am just a human... I age and I die. I have accepted that. Our life expectansy is so different but... I am still myself as twenty years ago although much more charming and more dangerous Garlian wink at Shol´a´Saul while giving smile Come, let´s sit. I am not young so might as well take a seat with me and drink. Tell me what have you been doing and how is life with those old hags while whistles for a young waitress to come
Kyth and Diabinthe enter the inn together followed by a pure white wolf with deep brown eyes. The two of them grab an empty table in the back corner (well it wasn't empty when they arrived but two people one with a scythe strapped to her back the other an elegant elven curve blade hilt sticking out from behind his shoulder, and aa wolf padding along side them tables seem to empty of patrons quickly) and proceed to order two glasses of red whine and what ever food they are serving at the moment. "This is the place the letters said to come right?" He says to Diabinthe as he doesn't see anyone who seems to be waiting for them.
When Diabinthe responds he leans back in his chair leaning his blade against the wall in easy reach. "Well who ever this person is I hope they have a good reason for bringing us back to this city." He says as he unconsciously adjusts the long fingerless glove on his left hand.
Kristophe pushed at the stiff body again with his toe. 'Yep that ones been here a while' he mused quietly to himself, a he knelt down to inspect the body more closely. He noted the two stab wounds around the kidney area, and then more importantly the small puncture wound on the back of the neck. 'hmm someone apparently hit this guy with a sleep dart, then killed him with a knife'. 'This is not the work of an amateur'. He then rolled the corpse over looking at the face...'Nope didn't know him'. Many of his acquaintances had kicked the bucket over the past three years, but this wasn't one of them.
Then things got even stranger...his purse was still filled...not a lot of money, but why kill him and not take his money. He surveyed everything else the man had on him. Not much useful. Maybe this dagger would bring a few coppers in a pawn shop...but wait the shoes were nice. Well made and hardly worn. As he removed the left shoe, almost having to break the ankle to do so, a worn piece of paper fell out.
Maybe fortune was changing after-all. Maybe this was one of those adventurer types. Couldn't hurt to at least check things out. Pocketing the money, invitation, and dagger, Kristophe left the corpse, and went back to the abandoned warehouse that served as his home...along with a dozen other out of work guards. Tomorrow would be a good day he decieded. Maybe the start of a new life.
He was so excited he got there early. Hanging out on the street, and trying to blend in, wearing the best preserved parts of about three different guard outfits, he watched others enter the building...yeah definitely a meeting of adventurers. Most of them kind of stood out when you knew what to look for. Well here goes nothing he says as a particularly outlandish couple with a big white dog walked in...and he headed for the door.
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Asasha walked confidently down Wave Street, staring around her and gaping at the amazing changes that altered the city of her birth, although she had to admit that she had changed too.
She was unlikely to be recognised, the last time Asasha hdd been in the city she had been sixteen, wearing dresses or skirts, and had looked like a typical Varisian street girl. Now her appearence had changed markedly.. She was dressed in boy's cloths (she'd been called lad more than a few times already that day), her hair was short, and she carried a pair of ornate shortswords (won fairly from an overconfident pirate who thought his skill at knife-throwing better than it really was) on her back.
So many things about the city had changed: dangerous looking Imps and fantastic pseudodragons had never before been seen up in The Shingles where she had spent so much of her life. Some things, however never seem to change – as a young urchin brushed against her, she grabbed his hand, taking back four of the five silver pieces he had lifted from her belt pouch. Smiling she refled his hair and let him go with the remaining piece of silver.
It was good to be home,.. Asasha had managed to slip away from Katalin almost as soon as they had left the ship and had been spending the day exploring the changes to the city, and visiting the grave of her mother in the pauper's graveyard.
Now, however it was time to head to The Golden Pig, the inn mentioned in the mysterious letters that she had been given by the young boy in Magnimar – one for Kat and one for herself.
At the time hiding one of the letters in Katallin's pack as a prank had seemed like a good idea, but since he had found it he'd been going on and on about "Desna's will" – not that this was a change, but it could get tiring. Pulling her mind back to the present the young girl pushed through the crowd towards The Golden Pig, on impulse, as she brushed against a well-off-looking young man, she managed to pocket a bone handled dagger from his belt. Hearing a shout from behind her she smiled as she started to run....
she was going to be a bit late, but if the letter writer new anything at all about her, he (or she) would be expecting that.
Shol’a’Saul actually blushes on hearing Galrian’s compliment. This had the effect of darkening her skin, however, which did not seem to bother him at all.
She looks at this older gentleman now, and sees the same sparkle in his eyes she remembered from so many years ago. ”Yes, Galrian, I am now a part of the Covey. And I have seen and learned much these many years, and, it seems learned nothing as well. Many strange happenings have occurred, and no explanation is forthcoming.” His smile had the same effect on her, she was not sure if it was love, or desire, or something else she had not experienced before. All she knew, when he was near, her gaze never wandered. He brought reality to her life.
Oh, nonsense my dear. Even if this moment doesn´t teach something, you still find something worthy from it He smiles as waitress comes Ah, please, could we get some wine here and maybe little bit something to eat. Getting hungry here. Do you also have someone those fine elven wines? One of those would be definetely great for this occassion
Galrian sits to the bench near the fire and makes space for Shol´a´Saul to sit. Aah, where to begin with. There is so much to tell and fluently changing to Elven language I left so many years ago... time surely has passed. I reseived... you could call it, hm, a lust for adventure. I could not stay here anymore. My parents were best whom I ever had and they were the ones who introduced me the world and the cultures but I also have to give credit to you, since otherwise I would have never though about life outside of Korvosa. Our talking at nights and speaking made me think in those time the true meaning.
Galrian fall silent for a while and looks into fire So many places, so many people, so many cultures... with secrets, with treasures, with pleasures, with literature... I yearned for all of those things and tried to learn as much as I can. I have grown old but... in exchange I have gained wisdom and intelligence beoyend that, but I don´t want to brag about that... that is reserved for younger people ahah Galrian burst to laught. After a while he regain his composure As you can see, I have changed... in many ways my dear
And while he speaks, the door of inn burst open and wind blows inside. It flows everywhere, filling the inn and flapping everything... and by "accident" flips some waitresses skirts up. The wind disappears as fast as it appeared but... it never reached to fireplace or rather, just kept whirling around them. I have found my... cause you can say. I always had pity to people, who can´t help themself and suffer... so many sad things in this world and not so much I can do He sighs heavily and thinks for a while Growing old is not a bad thing, just making you think from different points. You were in my mind alot of times Shol, and your... hmm, state, have made me try to search for answer, but I haven´t yet to find anything out, sadly and after that Galrian finishes speaking and looks at Shol´a´Saul.
Bluff Galrian is little bit unsure of talking about his cause
Shol'a'saul accepts the seat and looks at Galrian, a frank look focused on him. Most would find this gaze uncomfortable, but Galrian knows this is how she is. She listens to him talk while she focuses on his uttered words. She never says much during these conversations, but he is used to this as well.
She accepts his new cause at face value, never considering any ulterior motives behind it. Once he has finished talking and is enjoying the fine elvish wine, she is surprised to feel a tear forming in her eye.
She takes a sip o the wine and nibbles on some cheese and crackers, and says softly, "I have missed the sound of your voice, Galrian, it sems more than I have realized before. Many things have changed here, and I would say, us as well."
True... people grow but there is the difference also between races. Like we humans, who have short life-span... we have to experience so many things in such a short of time, never really settling. Dwarves and Elves see us always buzzing around, like bees to fill nature and build our own kingdoms but at you I sense still something different Galrian finishes and stares into Shol´a´Sauls eyes There is more than that... but about being here, I was moving around Taldane, while I received this weird letter out of air, just stating to come here and the matter was at utmost urge. he speaks little bit too loudly and while scratching his beard, he ask Shoul and how did you end up here? As I said before, I am truly happy from bottom of my heart to meet you again Shol but how did you end up here? Its quite surprising to find you inside of inn. I was anyway going to come here in couple of weeks but the letter changed everything he finishes with amused look
Ezekiel gave a bothered yawn as he looked around the tavern - he had once been a very popular man with the women, but since his heart had been captured, he no longer sought out such pleasures actively. Indeed, as fate might have it, he spotted the couple near the fire - an elven woman and an elderly man, simply chatting and giving each other the looks he had known at one point - at least, what he believed he had known. This gave him memories that presented heartache, and it was with much of a disturbance that his face suddenly held such sorrow once again, hand moving to brush his hair back, and look at the ring on his finger. It had become tempting to find a private area and bring her into being, but that was too risky. Far too risky to do anywhere near here.
Especially if they know I can do that, or something similar. I need to be really careful here, 'lest I'm deceived into such things.
He'd clear his throat, and sigh in an attempt to remove thoughts of that from his head. Soon he could see her again, and soon he would have nothing but smiles for another few hours. In the meantime, he stretched, and waited for his presence to be noted - surely his sender knew what he looked like?
There is more than that... but about being here, I was moving around Taldane, while I received this weird letter out of air, just stating to come here and the matter was at utmost urge. he speaks little bit too loudly and while scratching his beard
Excuse me my good sir, but did you say you received a mysterious letter. And did this letter say to come to this fine establishment and wait. No name or other instructions. Kyth says suddenly when he hers mention of the letter. Because me and my wife here received just such an invitation. Informing us to come here yet giving no detail as to why. Ah where are my manners Kythvanath son of
Baden a swordsman of sorts. And this is my Wife Diabinthe. He says finally glad to know that at least there are other people on this apparent goose chase.
Shol'a'saul's eyes widen when Galrian mentions the letter, and she falters for a moment in surprise. She reaches under her cloak and pulls the letter out, "The Covey delivered this to me, and told me to follow it." She did not mention anything about the destiny mentioned by the Covey, she was not sure what that meant.
When the human couple approaches, her eyes lose focus as she breaks contact with Galrian, and she nods in greeting to the married couple, if a bit strangely. It almost looks like she has lost interest in her surroundings. "I am Shol'a'saul, herbalist and a Covey member," She says in a distant voice.
Ooh, a young couple and lovely one at thatGalrian says and nods to Kythvanath & Diabinthe. Galrian stands up and give formal bow to both I am Galrian Sho´ray, one of older & former residents from Korvosa with Shol´a´Saul winks to Shol , former adventurer & sailor, cleric of Shelyn.. and that reminds me, blessing to both of you. I am happy to hear in behalf of my goddess. Any problems shall arise, feel free to talk with me giving a smile and radiates warm feeling Indeed, wheres my manners. Please, take a seat next to us and don´t get offended by Shol. She is having little bit anti-social but then who isn´t? Galrian nods and offers to both newcomers elven wine
As the group of travelers begin to exchange notes, the magical lights hovering near the ceiling dim casting a deep shadow in the midst of the tavern.
Surprisingly to the new arrivals, the sudden darkness is greeted not with panic and shock, but a hushing of the establishments background noise and the anticipatory whispering from a few corners.
Low smoky music begins, obviously the work of a talented musician weaving a rhythmic melody with one of the more exotic of Qadiran instruments.
In a darkened corner a candle flicker comes to life, casting its light yet deepening the shadows around it.
A form seems to coalesce from the shadows around the flame, the light intensifying, casting its incandescence on a figure that seems as much dream as reality.
A murmur of appreciation rises from the crowd, coupled with a whisper of lust, as the form becomes ever more solid, body swaying fluidly, yet erratically, almost as if mirroring the flame.
The music builds, the tempo gradually increasing as the dancer begins her energetic movements across the floor. The brilliant red cloak flails with her movements, here exposing a well toned thigh, there a midsection adorned with a fire opal set in her navel glimmering against dusky skin.
The energy of the crowd picks up, intoxicated. If one could wrench their eyes from the undulating beauty they would see fascination and open hunger in the eyes of many, some the last one would expect.
She smiles, a stunning sultry expression that seems to take ownership of the crowd as her movements build to a frenetic energy, the cloak falls revealing a body wound in swathes of silk, intensifying rather than muting the effects of her oil covered body. The flame playing about her hands becomes two.
Twin flames that play along her arms, over her body, kissing her curves yet doing no harm, occasionally taking a bit of silk with it. As she passed a waft of burnt cedar wood and cinnamon wraps around the onlookers, enveloping them in a haze of excitement.
The movements build, the energy in the room inflammatory, the air almost too thin to serve the quickened breath and pulses of those in attendance. The fire plays its games, intimate, embracing, she dances with the flames as one would a lover.
The music comes to a piercing climax, a burst of flame almost blinding in the darkness, and then...she is gone.
One breath. Two. Three... and then... The thunderous applause, howls and cheers.
Perform dance
Halfway through the flame-garbed figure's dance Asasha slips in through the inn's wooden door, slightly out of breath as if she's just been engaged in strenuous (but enjoyable) exercise. Taking in the scene with a simple glance, her eyes alight on the dancing figure and she smiles quietly to herself.
As the dance continues Asasha manages to find her way to the bar, orders herself (and the dancer) a beer, and then pushes her way through the crowd to Katallin's table. Leaning over to the tall fighter she wispers in his ear.
"You might want to close your mouth and get your tounge off the floor Kitty-Kat." she glances at the dancer and shakes her head with a smirk "and you haven't even seen the dance she does with the lit candle yet!"
As the dance comes to its conclusion Asasha brings two fingers up to her mouth and lets loose a loud wolf-whistle.
Galrian talks with all adjacent members in table, while suddenly
the magical lights hovering near the ceiling dim casting a deep shadow in the midst of the tavern.Surprisingly to the new arrivals, the sudden darkness is greeted not with panic and shock, but a hushing of the establishments background noise and the anticipatory whispering from a few corners.
Low smoky music begins, obviously the work of a talented musician weaving a rhythmic melody with one of the more exotic of Qadiran instruments.
In a darkened corner a candle flicker comes to life, casting its light yet deepening the shadows around it.
A form seems to coalesce from the shadows around the flame, the light intensifying, casting its incandescence on a figure that seems as much dream as reality.
A murmur of appreciation rises from the crowd, coupled with a whisper of lust, as the form becomes ever more solid, body swaying fluidly, yet erratically, almost as if mirroring the flame.
The music builds, the tempo gradually increasing as the dancer begins her energetic movements across the floor. The brilliant red cloak flails with her movements, here exposing a well toned thigh, there a midsection adorned with a fire opal set in her navel glimmering against dusky skin.
The energy of the crowd picks up, intoxicated. If one could wrench their eyes from the undulating beauty they would see fascination and open hunger in the eyes of many, some the last one would expect.
She smiles, a stunning sultry expression that seems to take ownership of the crowd as her movements build to a frenetic energy, the cloak falls revealing a body wound in swathes of silk, intensifying rather than muting the effects of her oil covered body. The flame playing about her hands becomes two.
Twin flames that play along her arms, over her body, kissing her curves yet doing no harm, occasionally taking a bit of silk with it. As she passed a waft of burnt cedar wood and cinnamon wraps around the onlookers, enveloping them in a haze of excitement.
The movements build, the energy in the room inflammatory, the air almost too thin to serve the quickened breath and pulses of those in attendance. The fire plays its games, intimate, embracing, she dances with the flames as one would a lover.
The music comes to a piercing climax, a burst of flame almost blinding in the darkness, and then...she is gone.
As dancer disappeared, Galrian nods and thinks for himself Thats one fine dancer there. To be in same bar with famous osirian dancer or taldans but nevertheless, she is putting quite many dancers to shame with that. Also that last part was done quite nicely. Varisian I assume. They always had knack for these things. Those fires however... hm... magic most likely
Galrian moves his fingers little bit to direction where dancer was and cast
Nightflier
Zariah actually uses no magic in this performance but bathes herself in flammable, scented oils before a performance and takes advantage of her fire resistance.
The applause she is used to, the cat calls and howls, all a part of the normal reaction, but piercing through the clamor, she hears a wolf whistle, one that takes her back years and brings a smile to her face.
It couldn't be. She thought, making her way smoothly across the floor, enshrouded in a voluminous sleeved blood red cloak/ she looks in the direction of the sound, seeking its source.
As dancer disappeared, Galrian nods and thinks for himself Thats one fine dancer there. To be in same bar with famous osirian dancer or taldans but nevertheless, she is putting quite many dancers to shame with that. Also that last part was done quite nicely. Varisian I assume. They always had knack for these things. Those fires however... hm... magic most likely
Galrian moves his fingers little bit to direction where dancer was and cast Detect Magic
Zeke had, too, been watching the show, and had moved to watch from a standing point - but not out of the way of larger group in front of the fire. The crimson-robed male leaned against a pillar now, and noted that a rather rambunctious kid had not only pushed through people to get to a bar, but pushed back through to get a seat rather quickly. That brought a small smile to his face, lighting his features back up.
This, of course, was forgotten when he saw the older man begin the small motions for some spell. That put him on alert, and he'd make a good attempt to ensure nothing vile was intended - not that he felt obligated, just looking out for people's well-being.
With a sigh of relief, he smiled and carried on. He moved his way over to the bar now, no longer needing to be of interest. He did, however, bumble into a waitress on his way there, causing a small clatter of noise as she almost dropped her outgoing mugs to a table.
"Sorry, miss, I'll be more careful," he'd utter before continuing forth towards the bar.
On arrival, he'd pick an isolated seating of three, and take the middle of them - this was aptly followed with a mug of watered-down ale, and a re-reading of his letter with no attempts to hide such an act. He looked around, and kept it in his right hand, firmly folded, and just awaited something else to happen. Seems everyone's happy in Korvosa again, so soon after it all. I really need to get out more.
As Galrian finishes his , he don´t notice anything weird... ah, haha, yes of course... Varisian people tricks... but that fire on his body still hmm.. he ponders but soon his thinking is distracted when he notice minor trouble near the bar. Man in crimson-robe had caused pumped accidentally with waitress, causing little bit noise. Looking from his corner of yes, Galrian notice him sitting down and letter in his hand, which is visible
Another one? or just coincidence... there is more people than I though... seems to be important until Galrian resumes talking with his companions
A drunkard stumbles across the room toward the table at which Galrian and Shol'a'saul now sit, his awkward legs repeatedly tangling in the sea of chair legs and causing him to stumble. Just as he reaches their table he veers off to the left heading instead for a table just behind them. At the table a dark haired man with a bristling moustache is sat scribbling in a notebook and muttering to himself as he works.
"Look, for the last time, it has to be done in that order or the mixture curdles. However much you berate and moan and demand more testing its not going to change anythin.. Oh right fine, but its going to be another damn waste of reagents, mark my words"
The man jams his pencil behind his ear, slams the book shut and looks up just as the enebriated fellow arrives at his table. Before the drunk even has a chance to draw breath Lem is speaking again.
"Oh look another lightweight can't handle his liquor, what a surprise. C'mon then idiot, hand me my filthy lucre and I'll provide you with the means to keep drinking."
He sticks out a hand expectantly, the other rummaging around in the pack at his feet. The drunk fumbles through his pockets and eventually pulls out a few silvers, dumping them unceremoniously in the outstretched palm.
In return he gets a small vial full of a white crystalline solid and another barrage of rudely worded speech.
"Now my intellectually challenged friend, dump that little lot in your next beverage and in a few minutes you'll be feeling right as rain. Now piss off and leave me alone."
His transaction done, Lem leans back in his chair and pulls a crumpled letter from an inside pocket of his coat. Reading through it he begins muttering to himself again, shaking his head at something and then grinning widely at something else. To tell the truth, its pretty obvious why Lem is sat alone in a busy bar. Nobody wants to sit near to a man who is quite so comfortable talking to himself.
Kyth sits during the dance listening to the music unmoved by the women on stage the same way it had been since he originally met Diabinthe. Then when the when the flames begin to appear,
Kyth suddenly lurches out of his seat saying Would you all please excuse me for a moment. he says before heading out the door.
Fire why the hell would someone want fire on them?
He thinks to him self as he catches his breathe and glances at his left forearm pulling the glove back in place before anyone notices the scars there.
Perception
Attention focused on drunk man passing by and turning his head to follow drunkard, Galrian notices the odd fellow behind them, just in adjacent table, giving something to drunkard and speaking to himself hm... speaking to himself and all alone, must have great party going on thinking to himself.
When Galrian turns back, he notices that Kyth had rised up and excusing himself for a moment Ah, go ahead. We will stay here since we don´t have any plans to go anywhere Garlian responds to Kythvanant
Shol'a'saul unfocused gaze turns towards the fiery laiden dander's performance, she watches it intensely, but in her eyes there is no appreciation, or desire ther, only rememberance, of a performance given by her years ago, which led to her greatest failure. She think This cannot be a coincidence, I was warned our paths would cross again.
She turns her attention back to Galrian and Diabinthe, and they notice the tears in her eyes, but they do not flow.
Something wrong, Shol? Galrian asks. Something had upset her and Galrian was now unsure what. I will be listening if you have something to tell He smiles warmly and look into her eyes
Kristophe walks into the tavern, just as the lights dim, and the performance begins. Though he finds it difficult, he takes his eyes off the dance and surveys the room. He sees a couple of people open letters much like the one he now possesses, and breathes a sigh or relief. 'Good. It looks like they don't already know each other, all of them anyway.
He is almost bowled over by a man leaving in a hurry, and decides to watch for a while to make sure he wants to be party to this group. He finally finds a stool near the door, against the wall when the individual who had been precariously perched upon it fell off and was dragged outside, and sipped his drink (Whatever is cheapest) and observes the room for a bit.
Something wrong, Shol? Galrian asks. Something had upset her and Galrian was now unsure what. I will be listening if you have something to tell He smiles warmly and look into her eyes
Shol'a'Saul blinks her tears out of her eyes, and looks directly at Galrian, "I was reminded of a past failure of mine, the woman Zariah damages another lady during a performance given, and they called on my healing skills...I was unable to erase her scars...I see her badly formed face in my dreams now." Something occurs to her and she turns her gaze towards the crowd of patrons, looking for the young lady in question.
Galrian listens and follows Shol´a´Saul gaze to crowd, unsure what to look for while thinking what to answer Many times... there appear cases where you can´t do everything in your power... mostly because of patient picking his words carefully, remembering how Shol used to be and realising, that even though alot of time had passed for him, for elves, 20 years was nothing
Sometimes the patient is refusing the aid...Many times you heard of people resisting magic and it´s really unusual to not be able to cure wounds but its not unheard of what I have understood Trying to find out the right words, Galrian looks again at dancer Magic is odd and fiddle time to time... Even the power from Goddess I receive... is not always so powerful as I hope for... Also magic which harms... might have its own issues with. You might at some point meet people harmed by magic and healing wounds caused by magic is... unsure always since you never know what will happen. To be able to bring death back to living, to cure old founds, to be young again,
Galrian voice falls down while he blankly stairs at dancer to regenerate old limbs... you need truly powerful magic or help of God or Goddess... and even then you have to be able to handle the current of its power. I am sure you did your best and tried to do everything in your power... Time heal all wounds, both physical as mental ones but this time Galrian takes a look at Shol from corner of his eyes You are still same flower as you were when I left... and same personality... it seems to have gotten force... Galrian now look at Shol´a´Saul and a few emotion passes his face until smile return his face Time will tell... some need more, some less but when we fall to desperation and lose hope, you need other ones to raise you back up Galrian finishes and touches Shols shoulder
The Great Katallin enters the common room, The Great Katallin is here, who ever has summoned me back to Korvosa know that I am.... here. The great Katallin says loudly to the entire common room before finding an empty table. He sits just before the show begins.
Wow, she has gotten good over the years, I'm glad I'm not her bodyguard anymore. Maybe now I can pursue h-
"You might want to close your mouth and get your tounge off the floor Kitty-Kat." she glances at the dancer and shakes her head with a smirk "and you haven't even seen the dance she does with the lit candle yet!"
The Great Katallin looks to a waitress and asks for some cider and bread, deciding that drinking can wait until business was completed.
Shol'a'saul hardly listens to Galrians reply, but certian fragments strike a chord in her, 'Goddess', 'time heals all wounds', 'others to raise you back up'.
When he touches her shoulder, she flinces, like one who has not allowed herself to be touched, in a very long time. His touch brings her back to him, and she looks at him, "You are right, of course, I have wondered about this long years, and the answer eludes me."
Galrian watches Shol´a´Saul in silence and then speaks slowly You are still same as I though. Still not listening everything Galrian smiles but... now I will be here. You are not alone anymore.
Galrian then sit back to seat and begin to drink his wine again.
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Some time after you all gather at the inn, two men enter from the street. One of them is large and well-built, perhaps 6'3'', from head to toe dressed in black leather with silver details. Across his back there's a bastard sword with two silver wolf heads instead of a pommel. His long honey-blond hair is tied in a complicated braid and his beard is neatly trimmed.
The other man is also dressed in black, but he seems almost the opposite of the warrior beside him. Instead of tight leather armor, he is dressed in silken robes. He wears no obvious weapon. His long black hair freely falls down his back and he is clean-shaven.
Two men stop upon entering for just a moment. Their eyes are quick to find you and - when they made sure that they have caught your attention - they start to walk towards the bar that stretches alongside the kitchen wall and enter through the small door that most probably lead to the cellar.
Some time after you all gather at the inn, two men enter from the street. One of them is large and well-built, perhaps 6'3'', from head to toe dressed in black leather with silver details. Across his back there's a bastard sword with two silver wolf heads instead of a pommel. His long honey-blond hair is tied in a complicated braid and his beard is neatly trimmed.
The other man is also dressed in black, but he seems almost the opposite of the warrior beside him. Instead of tight leather armor, he is dressed in silken robes. He wears no obvious weapon. His long black hair freely falls down his back and he is clean-shaven.
Two men stop upon entering for just a moment. Their eyes are quick to find you and - when they made sure that they have caught your attention - they start to walk towards the bar that stretches alongside the kitchen wall and enter through the small door that most probably lead to the cellar.
With an unexpected notice, he followed their movements, and ensured he saw what he believed to be the motion to follow. He'd gather up his letter, hoist his belongings back into place, and swiftly follow after them, every step now graceful in his movements. He brushes back his hair, and takes one look back at the tavern, and goes to follow towards the cellar, letter in hand in case it were needed.
I see - so this is who we're working for. Must be very, very careful...
When Kristophe sees the other people begin to rise and follow the new additions to the back, he mearly sighs, steps down from his hard earned seat, and shrugs his shoulders heading for the back...'Well let's see what trouble my poor dead friend has gotten me into'.
Shol'a'Saul notices movement from those around her. Some warning sense told her to join the others in following the pair of men down to the cellar, so once Galrian rises, she rises with him, and walks with him downstairs.
Lem pushes his chair back and stands, jamming his notebook back into his backpack and then swinging the pack up onto one shoulder, ignoring the faint protesting grunt as he does so. He then begins the process of weaving through the sea of people, tables and chair legs to get to the cellar door.
Hm... seems like our contact has arrived and two on it... truly a men in black heh Galrian rise up from his chair and will walk towards the door with Shol´a´Saul. Before moving, he will however turn and tell Debianth When Kythvanath comes back, you can tell him that you two should come down after us. Seems like there will be more of us than we though and thus turns and continues
The Great Katallin watches all the people as they head into the back room.
Looks like a whole crowd of people heading downstairs. Stay behind me Asasha, I'm not too sure I like the looks of some of them folks.
The Great Katallin stands and waits for Asasha before heading towards the back. Too bad I didn't get a chance to talk to Zeriah, I have a feeling I won't get a chance to anytime soon.
Before reaching the door The Great Katallin pulls a card out of his Harrow deck to get a quick read on the situation.
Alignment:
Neutral Shield
Be wary, but confident.I don't think there's much to worry about, and I suppose I don't have to tell you to stay close to the door. Anything happens you just get and we'll meet up in the usual place.