- I am Melchior, a... friend of late professor Lorrimor. It seems he quite renown in this parts. - Melchior took off his hood and shook the head to let hair loose - A lot of talk about him i hear. Not that i eavesdropping, it is just hard to miss
He looks up at her question.
"A Habit from the old Professor as I once travelled with him before, I always made fun of his need to know what his questions turned up so I picked up a notebook to pen in his questions. It soon became a habit and then before I knew it, I found myself writing what other people tell me. Be it Nobles, commoners or the sometimes declared savage races, I help preserve their memories and their views in my notebooks. I have several shelves at home already. My life itself taking me across Golarion as much as my feet can carry me."
"Hello, black dressed one." She whispers to Val in elven, with a wink at Maia. Her accent is pretty refined and lets one think of Kyonin, it seems she learned elven from an elf. "Would you like care to tell me what Ravens dream in their sleepless nights and how I can seduce a nightingale to sit on my finger and sing a song for me - I might whisper of things that humans and those who are more or less human never talk about in turn." She wondered whether it was he- or a she-raven, but found it impolite to ask.
She makes another short, sharp windy sound and turns to the dwarven scholar with the axe again: "So... and what would you say was the question that moved the professor most in his life?"
She turns back to Melchior,
Yes, he was a good man, and it seems he has touched many a life. Many seem to be quite proud of there relations with him.
She then turns back to Daniel.
That's a story I would like to hear, and fear not, I don't judge by appearance or heritage, but rather by deeds. Nothing I hate more than judging a book by its cover, as the late professor so aptly put it.
"I've come from hell...."
As the conversations take a turn for the confrontational, Ysmerelda's expression loses a touch of it's geniality. "We are guests here gentlemen. Conduct yourselves accordingly."
At Narahs whisper Maia is reminded somewhat of her mothers speech, always more flowing and smoother than she could reach.
That one has a way with words, almost poetic, more than she appears I think. And she appears as a lot.
The raven flutters to better look at the woman.
Yes, yes indeed Val. Maia remarks,
Overhearing Narah's question to the dwarf, she puts her thoughts in.
I think, from the few times I spent time with the professor, while he was visiting me and my mentor, that it was not one question that drove his life. But perhaps, a plethora of unanswered riddles, for he always seemed to be upon a different subject when we met. I believe his life was lead more by the search of knowledge, than the questions themselves.
She pauses as she goes to turn back to Daniel,
Elvish-
pray tell, could I perchance have your name?
Wary of the tension in the room, Torak "adjusts" his Greatsword to be within easy reach.
Borden blinks owlishly and lets the conversation roll around him.
Perhaps something more upbeat to try and lighten the mood
Sandalero shifts his music away from the depressing dirge that he prefers to something more lilting. Something people could dance to rather than drink to.
Surely we can all remain civil for just one night? Once the will is read, we'll all go our separate ways and none of you will have to see the others again if that's what you prefer. There's monsters enough in the dark night outside that would happily see us all dead; is there any reason for us to help them in that goal?
At Narahs whisper Maia is reminded somewhat of her mothers speech, always more flowing and smoother than she could reach.
That one has a way with words, almost poetic, more than she appears I think. And she appears as a lot.
The raven flutters to better look at the woman.Yes, yes indeed Val. Maia remarks,
Overhearing Narah's question to the dwarf, she puts her thoughts in.
I think, from the few times I spent time with the professor, while he was visiting me and my mentor, that it was not one question that drove his life. But perhaps, a plethora of unanswered riddles, for he always seemed to be upon a different subject when we met. I believe his life was lead more by the search of knowledge, than the questions themselves.
Narah seems to grow a bit at the "... appears to be a lot." and the ravens examining looks her hair flutters a bit and it is like a warm breeze surrounds her. Whether it is affection, her nature or an affection so often trained that it became nature is hard to tell, but she sits upright and breathes deep into her chest.
"I hope he found the answers he was looking for", she returns. "But I think he was good at finding answers - he found some for me where I didn't even know there was a question."
She lifts her tankard and turns to Borden. Putting her previous reservation aside, she looks straight at him with a mild smile: "On the right questions?"
Kye notices several references to Professor Lorrimor floating about the room. Could these people all be here for the good professor's funeral? Not many seem to be travelling companions. If there are this many strangers in a tavern that knew him, his funeral had better be held outdoors.
He smiled innocently at Borden, choosing not to defend his fondness for milk to a human shaped tankard and stole a glance or two at the loveliness of the ladies around the room, especially that golden haired... Wait! That's definitely a man.
Looking back at Borden, You seem like a benevolent fellow, could I buy you some bread? Perhaps it will soak up some of your charm.
As the conversations take a turn for the confrontational, Ysmerelda's expression loses a touch of it's geniality. "We are guests here gentlemen. Conduct yourselves accordingly."
- Hmm? - elf turned on his bar stool - It seems i made wrong impression. While always up for a good fight, i have no intention to start one in a place like this. At least not untill i got my amount of drink - he smiled sincerely, enjoying the tenision.
She lifts her tankard and turns to Borden. Putting her previous reservation aside, she looks straight at him with a mild smile: "On the right questions?"
Normally its 'How Much?' but any man who is silly enough to insult a Courtesan of Callistra is gonna to rue the day he did so.
He stops and says You are, of course, the exception to that question - no man buys the affections of yer Goddess an' her servants - they're given, or not, based on far more than mere gold.
He drinks.
But you are right on the part of right answers to the right questions bit - the old school meister would pester me all the time with 'Why' questions to get me to think of the real meaning of events.
He shrugs. He was always asking questions but, smart ones, ones that got or needed more than a passing reply.
You'd think a mostly naked lady would have him flexing and posing based on his previous behaviour but her introduction and sharing of profession has caused the young drunk to be unaccountably cautious and respectful... well... somewhat respectful.
"I've come from hell...."
"Pardon sir giant, but the native infernal folk aren't the friendliest to be around. 9 layers of them......they get crueller as you descend.
I wouldn't wish it upon anyone.......save for some people i used to know...but they deserve it....."
Normally its 'How Much?' but any man who is silly enough to insult a Courtesan of Callistra is gonna to rue the day he did so.He stops and says You are, of course, the exception to that question - no man buys the affections of yer Goddess an' her servants - they're given, or not, based on far more than mere gold.
He drinks.
But you are right on the part of right answers to the right questions bit - the old school meister would pester me all the time with 'Why' questions to get me to think of the real meaning of events.
He shrugs. He was always asking questions but, smart ones, ones that got or needed more than a passing reply.
You'd think a mostly naked lady would have him flexing and posing based on his previous behaviour but her introduction and sharing of profession has caused the young drunk to be unaccountably cautious and respectful... well... somewhat respectful.
"hmmmm.... 'How much?' would be a very rude way to conduct business, but not directly an insult. I'd simply charge a little more and take a little less time, but that's it." She leaves the question unspoken in the air but has no intention of pushing it further. She has no agreement with the host, is tired from the long travel and takes delight in celebrating the memory of the professor - while that's not something any Calistrian would easily admit to herself, she doesn't want to work tonight. She smirks a little. She takes another sip from her tankard, but even though it's still the first it's still half full.
And there still was this nice aasimar over at the other table whom she liked a little too much than was good for her...
"So if he kept asking you questions, Professor Lorrimor was your teacher? What did he teach you?"
History well, that and helpin' me get my other lessons about... well... everything organised in my head.
Shush raises his glass to Sandalero. Encore!
Me and my friend would love another!
Maia shouts towards Sandalero, beginning to feel a bit better than when she walked in.
as for being civil, I agree, I think most of us can all get along well.
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Perhaps something more upbeat to try and lighten the mood
Sandalero shifts his music away from the depressing dirge that he prefers to something more lilting. Something people could dance to rather than drink to.
Surely we can all remain civil for just one night? Once the will is read, we'll all go our separate ways and none of you will have to see the others again if that's what you prefer. There's monsters enough in the dark night outside that would happily see us all dead; is there any reason for us to help them in that goal?
You sound like a poet good sir, and you are a good music player. Monsters to see us all dead, couldn't be any more true, well for most of us anyway.
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Shush raises his glass to Sandalero. Encore!Glade claps again, I too enjoyed it
Agreed! Let us drink and celebrate the life of a great man, and not let our differences destroy us. I, for example, did not choose to have Giant blood in my veins. But someone in my family a few generations ago decided to marry a one, so with me it decided to rear it's big head. That's that explaination. Bran pats Hotrek on the back and gives him a huge smile. Bran then motions to the bartender, Would you happen to have any specialties when it comes to dessert? Bran rubs his hands together expectantly. Bring something for Hotrek as well, it'll be my compliments.
The undine performer moves swiftly to the bartender, "Good day sir, you are blessed this day since Gozreh as led me to your tavern. You am I? Well haven't you heard of the Typhoon Lord the largest attraction of the 9 ring caravan and with the right price I could perform in your bar tonight? What do you say?"
After the performance ended, Daniel claps as well.
How i've missed golarion entertainment.
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Agreed! Let us drink and celebrate the life of a great man, and not let our differences destroy us. I, for example, did not choose to have Giant blood in my veins. But someone in my family a few generations ago decided to marry a one, so with me it decided to rear it's big head. That's that explaination. Bran pats Hotrek on the back and gives him a huge smile. Bran then motions to the bartender, Would you happen to have any specialties when it comes to dessert? Bran rubs his hands together expectantly. Bring something for Hotrek as well, it'll be my compliments.Shush raises his glass to Sandalero. Encore!Glade claps again, I too enjoyed it
But you know, Hotrek, I'm not even sure what kind of Giant blood I have. I haven't seen or talked to any of my family since I was very young. I knew I was big, but everything's bigger in Varisia. It wasn't until one day when I happened upon a tribe of barbarians that thought I was going to attack them. After a brief standoff and cooler heads prevailing, they told me I must have some Giant ancestry. Talk about surprised! Bran's eyes widen and return to normal.
Deivon listens carefully, noting her experiences. "Well, he was good with a whole slew of folks. Once saw him stand and take a hail of insults from some crusading types. Few hours later they were acting like he was their school teacher, hanging on to his words the way they were. Amazing man, yet so... secretive about some things. Then again, that only added to him, I suspect."Secretive how? It also seems people had mixed feelings of him, or at least that is how you make is sound. It seems like you and Bran know a lot, I could really learn something from you two.
[dice=diplomacy]1+1d20 Bartender, anything you know about the professor would be important to us.
Bartender: He was a good man, spent a lot of time traveling to far places, and taught at the university down the road. He had a powerfully keen sense of right and wrong. Much beyond that, I couldn't say.
"Well, he seemed to know a lot. That's not surprising. His benefactors were never in the picture, and some of the missions were odd. Never let me in on the bigger motives, but then again, I was simply there to protect him." He waves over to the bartender. "Excuse me, sir, but may I have some more tea, please?"
Bartender:Heather, love! More tea to the front please!
A short time later, the women with curls appears from the kitchen and refills your mug.
A woman with mildy modest clothing walks through the door, conversing with a raven perched on her shoulder. She walked halfheartdly towards the bar as she was deeply depressed as yet another of her dear friends had left the world. She wore a veil of sorts covering her face, but her long flowing fiery red hair drew plenty of attention. Normally she would try to get a free meal at a place like this, but tonight, she felt limp, and tired.
Do you sell red wine here by chance? If so, I would verily like a glass good barkeep, and a small cup for my friend Valinder here.
She motions towards the raven when she mentions her friend.
I feel I am in need for a drink tonight, Perhaps more.
she takes a short glance around the crowd then resumes her conversation with Valinder.
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Bartender:Yes ma'am, a good vintage from Taldor. Not, perhaps, the greatest in the land, but very Good for my little place. Why the tears little one?
The bartender greets each of his new arrivals with a hearty hello and quickly serves them the requested drinks as well as asking if the need something to fill their bellies.
Deivon nods along to the growing crowd, growing somewhat anxious at it's size. It seemed as if the tavern were a magic watering hole, pulling in folks from not only across Ustalav, but the planes themselves.
As he gets his tea again, he slips the woman a whole gold, smiling at her. "The tea is lovely ma'am." As he turns back to the group, he stands holding his cup high. "A moment of silence for the man who has drawn us here from the world over. To Lorrimor! May the Lady of Final Fates guide him to his final rest."
As the conversations take a turn for the confrontational, Ysmerelda's expression loses a touch of it's geniality. "We are guests here gentlemen. Conduct yourselves accordingly."
As this comment is spoken, the women with curls pokes her head from the kitchen. She shoots a wary eye to the room before returning to her work.
Agreed! Let us drink and celebrate the life of a great man, and not let our differences destroy us. I, for example, did not choose to have Giant blood in my veins. But someone in my family a few generations ago decided to marry a one, so with me it decided to rear it's big head. That's that explaination. Bran pats Hotrek on the back and gives him a huge smile. Bran then motions to the bartender, Would you happen to have any specialties when it comes to dessert? Bran rubs his hands together expectantly. Bring something for Hotrek as well, it'll be my compliments.Shush raises his glass to Sandalero. Encore!Glade claps again, I too enjoyed it
Bartender:The boss just made some sweet cakes and fresh cream, also some bread soaked with fresh honey.
One here please! I really need something in the belly
Zorusk enters the tavern and looks apprehensively at the crowd. So many people. He pulls his hood low over his eyes to hide his lineage.
"Bartender, I'll order your strongest spirits!"
He slaps several pieces of silver on the bar and then takes a seat.
Awww hells - every ones busy with their own conversations... may as well start another
Ho there! Stranger - knew you Lorrimor?, he asks. If so drinks are free!
Seeing Glades initial reaction to him, he moves towards the human in intrest. "Excuse me sir, I notice your reaction but don't worry the Typhoon Lord is only an act I play and I am a nice guy. Sorry if I scared you during one of my shows, haha. Let me buy you a drink, order whatever you want."
I learned elven growing up, from my mother. I am actually quite schooled in many languages, it was part of my studies back when I was under the mentor-ship of the sage Merick. I actually learned several languages under his teaching! Would you like to hear?!
Maia perks up quickly when something she is good at is brought up. Talking about her mentor brings back good memories. She goes on to splatter out sentances in different languages she knows whether you cared or not.
Celestial
I speak celestial fluently,
Draconic
Draconic, quite well
Infernal
Good evening from the pit
Dwarven
Even the harsh constant language of the dwarves!
Gnomish-
One of my mentors friends was a gnome, he was a curious fellow!
Ignan, fire has always captivated me!, so has ice, but the language of fire seemed more... intriguing!
She reverts back to elvish,
So, how many languages do you know?
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Zorusk enters the tavern and looks apprehensively at the crowd. So many people. He pulls his hood low over his eyes to hide his lineage.
"Bartender, I'll order your strongest spirits!"
He slaps several pieces of silver on the bar and then takes a seat.
As the new figure enters the bar and shouts his request for strong drink, pulling his hood down, Bran catches a glimpse of sharp teeth in the shadow of the hood. His curiosity is satisfied as he recognizes the Orc accent, but he is not sure where he is from.
Well met, my strong friend. Bran walks over and has a seat next to the Orc. What's your name?
Yeah - whats your name?, Borden says good naturedly.
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Seeing Glades initial reaction to him, he moves towards the human in intrest. "Excuse me sir, I notice your reaction but don't worry the Typhoon Lord is only an act I play and I am a nice guy. Sorry if I scared you during one of my shows, haha. Let me buy you a drink, order whatever you want."
Okay, as long as you haven't worked for Morbane.
After Glade receives a reply, he says I accept, Mike's Hard lemonade|
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I learned elven growing up, from my mother. I am actually quite schooled in many languages, it was part of my studies back when I was under the mentor-ship of the sage Merick. I actually learned several languages under his teaching! Would you like to hear?!
Maia perks up quickly when something she is good at is brought up. Talking about her mentor brings back good memories. She goes on to splatter out sentances in different languages she knows whether you cared or not.** spoiler omitted **
Huuummm Perhaps you would like to teach me Sylvan one day? I am a fast leaner and a, very good friend to have.. hehe
she remarks playfully to glade.
Right Val?
The raven responds
Usually.
And you swear it laughs.