Andrea prays in the morning.
1.Blessing of the Watch,Ray of Sickening,Spiked Armor,Empty(x2)
2.Adomishing Ray,Bull's Str,Empty(x2)
3.Resist Energy-Communal,Blindess/Deafness,Empty
4.Spiritual Ally,Summon MOnster 4
Andrea will look around for Truk if he comes back to the safehouse at night.
Truk, I have good news. The lawyer says that Orn is free we can go pick him up tomorrow at about 11 AM. How about you, me, Orsin and Lucrezia go to greet him?
The significant amount of coin handed his direction is almost instantly forgotten when Andrea gives her good news.
"He's being set free! Goddess above you did it 'Drea!"
The big orc grabs the Calistran and squeezes her in an affectionate bearhug.
"Of course I'll go with you to see him."
The next morning Faelyn wakes and heads to work early. As he is setting up the day's display for Talbard, the eccentric Wizard walks in from the back room. Good morning Faelyn. A note was left for you last night. It smells pretty if you know what I mean. I promise I didn't read it, but I have to be honest. Noseyness got the best of me and I cast divination on it. Have a good lunch. The old man bumps Faelyn's shoulder with his elbow and bounces his bushy eyebrows up and down before he walks back through the curtain to the rear of the store.
As Faelyn reads the note, excitement and nervousness swell in his gut. The nervousness is as much from his pessimistic personality as the fear of being with Melissaa alone. His pessimistic side wonders if the letter is a trap of the Dottari. Choosing to take the chance, Faelyn excitedly works until time to head to the meeting. Talbard...Ziz is going to hang out here and help you while I got to lunch! Ziz if I do not return, tell the others where I went.
Faelyn keeps his head on a swivel as he heads through the streets of Westcrown to his lunch date. He turns the corner to the cafe and prepares to walk inside felling a little naked without his familiar.
Andrea Umphs as Truk bearhugs her.
Indeed, I'll bring Fiosa along with us and we can all have a celebratory lunch at the Hungry Hound.
Orsin smiles, doing his best to conceal his true motives for his visit. "I'll think about it," he responds cheerily, rising from his seat to meet Calseinica in her dressing room.
Grimm is enjoying the buzz immensely. Sure MOST of this lot could barely handle a weapon properly and would die as soon as word got out, but that was a consequence of war anywhy. Even small scale ones like this one. He did note to Areal to keep aneye on numbers they were allowing to join. Fame lead to followers and followers had loose lips.
But the booze was plentiful. And since there was no fighting, there was plenty of drinking.
Calseinica is quite surprised at Orsin's visit. She is nearly breathless but with a huge smile on her face.
The next morning Faelyn wakes and heads to work early. As he is setting up the day's display for Talbard, the eccentric Wizard walks in from the back room. Good morning Faelyn. A note was left for you last night. It smells pretty if you know what I mean. I promise I didn't read it, but I have to be honest. Noseyness got the best of me and I cast divination on it. Have a good lunch. The old man bumps Faelyn's shoulder with his elbow and bounces his bushy eyebrows up and down before he walks back through the curtain to the rear of the store.
As Faelyn reads the note, excitement and nervousness swell in his gut. The nervousness is as much from his pessimistic personality as the fear of being with Melissaa alone. His pessimistic side wonders if the letter is a trap of the Dottari. Choosing to take the chance, Faelyn excitedly works until time to head to the meeting. Talbard...Ziz is going to hang out here and help you while I got to lunch! Ziz if I do not return, tell the others where I went.
Faelyn keeps his head on a swivel as he heads through the streets of Westcrown to his lunch date. He turns the corner to the cafe and prepares to walk inside felling a little naked without his familiar.
Areal, would you be able to brew us some more healing potions? I have this strange feeling running up my spine that we might need them in the future.
Andrea, Lucrezia and Truk head off to the lawyer's office. The doorman lets the three of you into the waiting room where you see the receptionist. "Oh, Mr. Bessatte is not with your today? A disappointed voice asks Andrea."
Areal would have nod, "No problem."
Faelyn when you arrive a the cafe is moderately busy, and you notice it's pretty close to the library. You don't see Melissaa but there are three dotari having lunch inside. They appear occupied in conversation.
Truk is all grins and full of anxious energy.
"My brother. When can we see him?"
The receptionist holds her hands out, palms showing, "When Mrs. NoGuilt calls you back and finishes the deal...a few more minutes."
Truk frowns but his spirits stay high.
"Can you believe it Beautiful? Orn's going to be free! All our lives we talked about leaving this place together as free men and it's finally happened."
Orsin steps forward, embracing the starlet in a warm hug. "You were splendid, my dear." He exchanges pleasantries with her until Robahl leaves them alone.
"Don't tell anyone, but I wanted you to be the first to know: I'm retiring from the stage," he confesses once they have their privacy.
"I want to give one last performance, however, before I'm done. I'm thinking about a charity concert, to fund the creation of continual flames to make some of Westcrown's larger arteries safe to walk during the night and to help an organization I've heard about called the Lantern Bearers. We can call the concert 'Lights Over Westcrown'. Would you like to sing with me in my last show?" he concludes, smiling.
She is bit startled at Orsins unexpected visit and complex announcement. "W...well thank you...I didn't know you were in attendance." her heart is noticeably pounding as she embraces the bard.
the stunning counselor announces from the archway.
"Praise to the lawyers, the keepers of law and purveyors of Justice. Without us there would be none of this." She motions for everyone to step on back into her office. Where Orn is standing looking out the window.
Andrea looks over to see the broad shoulders of Orn standing by the window and smiles. Indeed, the law can be a shining beacan in the lawless wilds. Of course, if you want to screw someone over, it would be so very satisfying to do it legaly.
Andrea will let Truk and Lucrezia have the first chance at reunions.
"Well, what do you think? It wouldn't be the same without you...you just have to say yes!" he eagerly insists.
He awaits her answer with bated breath.
Orn turns and smiles, his broken tusk catching on his lips, then he hurries over and grapples Truk.
Sure...that would be lovely but why a final performance? That's so macabre. The people crave to see you perform your an artist!"
Truk collides with his brother and they share a heartfelt moment together in silence.
"I'm glad to see you're in one piece brother", Truk finally says. "Those damned Hellknights didn't rough you up too bad did they?"
Orsin sighs, pondering the gravity of her question. "I know it may seem that way now, but there are...other things that I need to focus my attention on. Maybe one day, when we no longer have to perform daytime matinees, I'll return to the stage. For now, my place is elsewhere."
Faelyn looks for a table away from the Dottari where he can have a good look at the door while keeping his back to a corner.
Andrea turns to Luci. Thank you very much Madam Noguilt, it is heartening to see one of such upstanding character being given another chance, especially when there are those who were st on denying him that chance.
"You have a few papers to execute," she looks at Truk and Orn, "No we are not executing Orn...papers to sign transferring ownership to ...." She pauses. "Who is actually the new owner for the paperwork?"
A few minutes later Melssaa come to the cafe, unaccompanied by any dottari. She smiles at Faleyn as she catches his eye. "Waiting long?"
I believe Madam Villanova would be willing to assume custody of Orn, since she no doubt has a good position available for him for employment. Best to see him employed asap.
Janiven comes up to Grimm, "Care to accompany me today on few errands. Trying to figure out a whose been starting some fires in the ruined district." She smiles,"Best bring your axe...just n case."
I would wait all day for you. Faelyn blushes a bit at his cheesyness, but he can't help himself. Melissaa is so different from anyone I have ever met. He stands and pulls a chair out so she can sit.
All joy instantly drained from Truk's crude features at the word 'ownership'.
He turned and growled at Andrea.
"You said he'd be free..."
Recognizing her error, Andrea quickly thinks..
Well by Westcrown law, Orn is still a slave, but if we grant you 'ownership' you are then free to release Orn from such slavery so he may make his own way through life. That is perfectly possible Madam Noguilt? Or have the slace status removed and him declared a Freeman?
"Of course,I can assist in drawing up those legal papers and obtaining the legal permits if you want to free Orn." Grinning ear to ear. A few more coin in my purse.
The mead battered eggplant is delicious...over roasted, not fried with touch of goat cheese. And it'll costs significantly less than 200 gold pieces...I'm a cheap lunch date." She giggles and grins, "So, do you often stir the cauldron like you did last night."
"Of course,I can assist in drawing up those legal papers and obtaining the legal permits if you want to free Orn." Grinning ear to ear. A few more coin in my purse.
Indeed we are interested.
The mead battered eggplant is delicious...over roasted, not fried with touch of goat cheese.
About that...I am sorry. I do have a few bad habits. Faelyn flags down a waitress. Oven roasted mead battered eggplant for two please and a bottle of Irressen Icewine.
Faelyn looks back at Melissaa. I do not care for arrogant men. Enough about me and my habits. How has your day been so far?
]"oh, I nearly forgot they skin the eggplant beforehand so there is no toughness." She looks around, "Hey where's Ziz, I wore blouse I thought he'd like." She winks as she follows Faelyn's eyes.
I left him with Talbard. I didn't want the competition. Faelyn quickly looks back up into Melissaa's eyes. And yes...he would like the blouse.
"So where've you been?"
Orsin sighs, pondering the gravity of her question. "I know it may seem that way now, but there are...other things that I need to focus my attention on. Maybe one day, when we no longer have to perform daytime matinees, I'll return to the stage. For now, my place is elsewhere."
Her expression is one of doubt, No more daytime matinees...nobody will come if they risk dying...silly"
Orn's begins to sniff loudly his nose twitching, a low guttural growl as his eyes flash from Truk to Lucrezia.
So Orn, once Noguilt has drawn up the papers, do you have any idea about what you would like to do? I am sure there are many places that can use your skills. Perhaps take up smithing?
Truk's anger faded as Andrea and the lawyer begin to discuss truly freeing Orn from his bondage.
"Thanks 'Drea."
Hearing Orn's growl, Truk raised an eyebrow and looked around for a sign of danger.
"What is it brother? Are the Hellknights back?"
Orn is distracted by Andrea's question, "I'm hungry...that is what I'd like to do ...eat."
Grimm has his weapons strapped on as usual.
Two things ye never need take worry about wit me Janiven. 1 is I am ALWAYS ready for a tumble. 2 is I am ALWAYS ready for a knuckle.let's go.
"Of course. I bet the HellKnights weren't all that worried about keeping you feed."
Lucrezia hugs Orn and keeps hold of his arm. "Come on big guy. Let's get you freed and then we'll all head out for some good food and lots of drink. It's so wonderful to see you finally free."
Orn is distracted by Andrea's question, "I'm hungry...that is what I'd like to do ...eat."
Well since you are famished, let us treat you to the Hungry Hound. We'll have a party there and I'll get Orn,Fiosa and perhaps even John there to celebrate.
Janiven and Grimm make quick work getting to the north gate heading into the ruined part of the city. The guards are polite and doesn't extort money for the crossing.
"Heard rumors of a fire starter up hear, causing lots of trouble, likes to come out at night but I thought we could canvass the area." She takes a deep breath as they pass into the northern district. "There's a seedy bar up the way, run by dwarf of very rough demeanor but he's loads of information."