Dm Kumo's Crypt of the Everflame

Game Master Logan Holt

Sa'sori favors Able with a sweet smile and she gently places a hand atop his on the helm to give him an affectionate squeeze of friendship and support... before returning to her duties in the Sails and Rigging...

The captain returns to the deck not long after you. Walking to Able and pulling him aside to speak. She keeps a hushed tone at first, then you lose track of their conversation. With the occasional glance back, you can see a growing concern in Able's body language, as the Captain keeps her solid, unshakable confidence.

The rest of the day passes without incident.

Let me know if there's anything you wish to do anytime soon or I'll keep it moving.

Darn it the Site keeps failing to show when you post... its annoying!

Sa'sori will privately in the strictest of confidences inform Evlar and Ashlyn there there is indeed a warewolf onboard ship... she demands they not speak of this to the rest of the crew and that she cannot say more about how she knows.. but they are to keep silver weapons near at hand at all times.

She knows that Evlar has a alchemical silver Gladius she bought him.. but if Ashlyn does not have any silver weapons... she will lend her Alchemical Silver Dagger to her... until the situation is resolved; as Sa'sori already has her alchemical silver cutlass...

Other than that she keeps up with her sailing duties and magical meditations, also studying the magical scrolls she has to work on improving her arcane understanding of magic and how it interacts with her. Ready to move on! :)

- Any chance I could have a look at Ashlyn's stats?

I'll add the silver dagger to her sheet later.

Both Ashlyn and Elvar are shocked, and it doesn't take them long to realize who it must be, but they don't discuss it as you asked.

Over the next couple days, Captain Cormack keeps you posted in the hall near the lords room as a growing tension builds on the ship. Though everyone is trying to hide their concern. Even those that don't know what is happening, can sense the growing worry of their crew-mates. Luckily, Captain Cormack is a strong enough leader to keep the crew focused on their work. It is a welcome relief for all when Greengold is spotted on the horizon, glowing in the light of the setting sun.. The Captain drops anchor, intending to take the ship into dock in the morning.

Sa'sori will inform the Captain, that all three of them ~ Sa'sori, Ashlyn and Evlar have alchemical silver weapons to use... should the worse come to EVEN Worse!

The day the ship is scheduled to come within sight of Greengold, Sa'sori will for her first time onboard ship slack off on her duties for the day... so she has the energy to stay up at least part of the night standing with Ashlyn on watch to make certain she is protected that evening from any 'unexpected threats'!

She does not try to hide the fact from Evlar ...or for that matter the Captain... clearly she is worried about her dear friend's safety and does not want to tempt fate the last night waiting for some potential relief from the portfall they might get in refreshing Lord Vash's supply of 'Wolvesbane'

Much to her delight, the night passes without incident. In the morning the Captain skillfully guides the ship to dock and once it is tied off dismisses most of the crew. Keeping herself, Able, Sa'sori, Elvar, Ashlyn behind. As well as Phargas, who stated he was not ready to go into town yet.

The Captain explains, "I have business of my own in town. I need to speak to a few contacts to resupply and can't afford to be distracted. With that said, our passenger needs a large quantity of a rare herb. As this is Ashlyn's hometown, she has already agreed to escort him to some of the lesser known shops since it is likely he will be buying the towns whole supply. I would like to ask the rest of you, to provide additional security."

"Without revealing too much, threats against our passenger's life have been made, and the Red Lady is obligated to protect him. I won't order any of you to accept, but I will ask."

Sa'sori, without question or hesitation, steps forward, "I'll get right to that task Captain. Do you know how long we will be in town? I'd like to get Ashlyn's rapier enchanted and that will take 2 days or with extra cost it can be done in 1 day... though I'm reluctant to waste gold just to have it done quickly if not needed."

[OOC: PF Core, p.549~ 1st Column, 5th paragraph - "The Creator also needs a fairly quiet, comfortable, and well-lit place... ~ Regardless of the time needed for construction, a caster can create no more than one magic item per day. This process can be accelerated to 4 hours of work per 1,000gp in the item's base price (or fraction thereof) by increasing the DC to create the item by +5." ~ I'm assuming this would cost extra of some sort. But a 2,000gp +1 weapon enchantment could be done in one day.]

"I'm certain any enchanter in town use to working in thousands of gold piece projects will be able to split our diamond in coin value... since I intend to also purchase a pair of minor enchanted cloak of resistance for both Ashlyn and I as well.. but I do need some time parameters, if possible Captain ma'am!"

"To be honest, until our guest finds what he needs. I planned on three days initially, but that seems unlikely given the current circumstances."

Sa'sori shrugs, "We'll work fast as possible. Anything else Captain, daylight's burning?"

"No, I do not believe our guest is ready to leave yet if you want to attend to your own business first. I'm sure you can meet up with whomever else volunteers to guard him. Or you could ask him if he would be willing to stop at the few shops you need while he is shopping."

Sorry for the delay.. been busy.

Sa'sori nods, "Aye-Aye, Captain..."

Sa'sori leaves and collects Evlar and Ashlyn... to go speak to Lord Vash. She will ask if he wishes to accompany them in their 'shopping' while he collects his 'herbal-remedies'.

If he wishes to wait, she will arrange a meeting time to return to the ship to begin escorting him in his gathering.

......

Sa'sori then embarks from the ship with Evlar and Ashlyn in tow she walks the streets of Greengold. Sa'sori will be prominently bearing her elven curve blade across her back, unlike usual her hair will be drawn back to show her ears.

Clearly, a trio or decently dressed, well armed half-elves. She first does a once around the town quickly getting a copper-piece tour of the overall layout of the town from Ashlyn. Then she will head for a enchanter's shop... specifically a Weaponsmith or she will ask one of the local elves on the street what to go to find someone capable of enchanting a weapon.

Entering the shop she will ask the enchanter, "Greetings, I have need to enchant a weapon." Nodding to Ashlyn, she has her show her rapier then pulling out her diamond she shops it to the enchanter.

When they all arrive to Lord Vash's room, he has composed a half dozen sealed envelopes that he wishes dropped to trusted contacts in the city he believes can procure the remedy he needs. He offers the letters to Sa'sori and gives detailed directions on where they are to be delivered. He then asks that you return to the ship this evening and stand guard overnight.

Just after disembarking, Ashlyn spots a rabble of poor children gathered on the docks. She calls one over, and pulls an envelope of her own, passing it to the boy with whispered directions on where she wishes it delivered. She offers the boy a silver for his services. The boy's eyes gleam at the coin before stashing it away. He takes off rushing through the streets with haste.

Ashlyn flashes a smile back to the couple, "Ready for the tour then?"

"Why yes! You're from Greengold aren't you? I nearly forgot!" A creaky voice answers from the busy dock. Phargas appears in the crowd, seemingly out of nowhere coming over to your small band. He clearly intends to join you, as though he were invited.

A wild bearded half-elf wearing dark googles in a set of mismatched clothes sits bent over an empty counter in the shop under the sign "Mortimer's". The sign does not even give evidence to what the shop does, and the empty shelves provide no clues either. Sa'sori would have likely passed by without a second thought were it not for Ashlyn's recommendation of this man's impeccable reputation.

As she approaches the man, its hard to tell if he is sleeping on the counter, or what else he could possibly be doing. Even her words do not seem to stir the man. It isn't until the click of Ashlyn's blade being removed from its sheath does he stir. His head pops up, sniffing the air. He quickly jumps onto the counter, grabbing the blade drawing its hilt close to his face sniffing the temper of the blade. "Well well, what can I do with this. Puncturing. Or, maybe make it a Swashbuckler's Rapier! Maybe they'll let me mix and match." He gasps out in excitement. "You want a Dancing, Brilliant Energy rapier don't you! I've never made one of those! I'll start right away!"

Sa'sori accepts Lord Vash's missives to deliver without comment and agrees to return to the ship tonight to guard his person of course.

She is... startled by Phargas 'inviting himself'; but her solidarity with ALL Half-elves makes her accept his company with a amused smile.

Pondering, 'Not sure how I forgot Phargas was also a half-elf... need to keep better track of the people around me...!'

Nodding excitedly to Ashlyn, "Of course, lead on!"

Sa'sori, enters "Mortimer's" with her detect magic already running so as not to be obviously casting spells inside... and pans her vision around curious...

Red Wing is proudly perched on her shoulder ...

At the eccentricity of the owner, she chuckles lightly, "...to be sure Ser, that would be amazing to see... but I'm afraid our funds can only cover the most basic of minor enchantments! And we need the 'change' to cover purchase of magical cloaks of resistance for both me and Ashlyn~ Oh! Forgive me... I am Sa'sori 'Kalisreavil', Hero of Kessan, Fighter & Sorceress once Temple Courtesan of CALISTRA.. well met ser! These are my companions my beloved Evlar, The Purehearted, and Ashlyn, The Swift! Are you Mortimer, perhaps?"

Diplomacy: {Take 10!} 10 + 9 = 19

Phargas is actually human.

Entering the shop with her spell running, does little to reveal more than her eyes see. A shop of empty shelves. Only one has any real content. A large spiderweb that has overtaken most of the shelf and the spider who made it. The spider greater than the size of forearm across skitters out to peek at the intruders but does quickly turns its attention to the bugs that flew in with the opening of the door.

Mortimer himself does have a few auras lingering on him.

As Sa'sori begins to speak, Mortimer's ears twitch wildly at every word. His head turned and ear pointed to your lips, he slowly steps closer with each twitch. Among his other, many, eccentricities Mortimer never seems to be looking in quite the right direction. His black googled eyes always off by at least foot or two. Sometimes the wrong way entirely.

"Right, minor on the blade and two cloaks." He whips the burgundy cloak off his shoulders, revealing the sky blue tunic underneath and grey-green trousers. "I guess I can part with this one. The colors smell horrid anyways. I don't know what I was thinking buying this. I must have had a cold."

Suddenly, as though he had a realization, Mortimer turns and licks Sa'sori's face. The unkempt beard scratching her face is all the warning she has before the wet tongue slides across her skin making her envious of the dryness of a dog's lick. "Oh! You're a girl. You'll probably want to pick your own cloak. Fine fine, hurry off and bring them back soon."

Elvar does not take kindly to any man invading Sa'sori's personal space and he starts at the shopkeeper ready to string him up. With a quick gesture, Elvar is suddenly still.

"Well, I don't have to be a scholar to know that one is your lover. Jealousy is not an attractive quality. You could do better miss." He shrugs off any further conversation returning to the task at hand. He hops over to the shop counter and begins to scribble on a slip of paper.

Jumping back over the counter one last time, he hands Elvar the paper. Words brimming with magic as he speaks again. "I won't call the guard on your unprovoked attack if you take her coin and buy me these supplies. Bringing back any remaining change."

Sa'sori is.. amused at Mortimer's eccentricities her mind moving fast as she ponders the name of a certain mental sensory condition... it is that her mind is focused on when he enters her personal space suddenly and licks her cheek, her pretty violet eyes widening in surprise and her face coloring in a rather fetching shade of blush!

"{Gasp} ..ahem, oh... that's it! ~ Aphasia? You hear colors and taste sounds or something like that?"

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Sa'sori, realizes, she is not angry... not too long ago she would have been furious at any man taking such a liberty with her person... and she tries to hide her chuckle of mirth at the strange wizard.. whom she is quiet sure it was his spidery familiar on the shelf. She has changed... she has clearly let go of some amount of her defensiveness and me-against-them mentality... the realization coming to her like a unexpected gift. She missed the spell he cast at Evlar... so taken back by his forwardness...

But she reaches for Evlars's arm pulling her shapely form against her lover side to smile warmly at him, "..oh no, MY Evlar's a keeper! His love is so innocent, his heart so true! I love him more each day...!"

When Mortimer returns from his side of the counter with the sheet of ingredients for Evlar to retrieve she again tries to discern the magic he is casting...

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

...But again his casting is so deft she is in awe of his casting proficiency...

But she leans close to Evlar, her eyes becoming sultry and lascivious she hotly speaks in his long delicate ear, '..you can lick me anytime ..anywhere ~ my sweet... surprising me.. is arousing!'

And she does not fail to miss an opportunity to grope him lewdly on the bottom as Evlar turns to leave... in parting she calls after him, "...don't worry sweety, 'Ashe' and I will be fine... see you soon..!"

Sounding nothing like his usual self, Elvar nods, "Ok, that sounds nice. I really should work on this list first. I would hate to go to jail." There is barely any reaction to the grope as he is so focused on his newly acquired task.

Ashe giggles quietly at the whole situtaion. Her minx grin betraying that she knew far more than she let on before coming in here. Though that does also lift any lingering concern of the harm that whatever spells were cast could bring.

"So, are we going shopping with Elvar, or clothes shopping?"

Sa'sori, smiles brightly for Ashlyn, "Cloths shopping of course, but with Evlar ~ I'm not going to let him roam around under a magical compulsion alone in a town he is unfamiliar with! I'm wanting us ALL to purchase a nice set of Gentry {Courtier's Outfit} clothes one for each of us as befits our lack of poverty status! So lead on... you know this town better than I do we can deliver Lor~ er our passenger's missives at the same time!"

I missed something earlier. Since you entered with detect magic, you will note that Mortimer's goggles, gloves, shirt, and belt are all magical.

Ashlyn giggles lightly, "Well, I guess we should go catch up then." She turns on her heel along with Sa'sori. It is about this time, that they realize that Phargas is not in the shop with you. He was still with you just outside, and he didn't mention going anywhere else. Seeing as he is rarely quiet it seems quite odd that he would not have said something before disappearing.

Sa'sori grimaces, noting Phargas' absence.

"...'Ash' keep your eyes peeled for danger, I'm not sure what this Phargas' intentions are.. but he's shady, and I don't trust him, ok?"

Sa'sori will hurry to catch up to Evlar hooking an arm around him she will if need be retrain his speed and semi direct his path trying to coral his compulsion and direct him delaying his progress in a fashion to serve getting their shopping done.

But she keeps a keen eye out for Phargas or in-obvious danger brewing...

As they travel about the town if there are any elves present, Sa'sori will inquire of them if they know of someone who could either put her in contact with a Lore Keeper or a Historian.. she is seeking information about a Elven Noble house... Kalisreavil? Perhaps a Temple of CALISTRA if there is one in town might have some clues to point her in the right direction?

The two girls hurry into the busy street. Most of the shops in Greengold are collected in this district, which aids their haste. Elvar is easy enough to spot and catch up with. His first stop, as luck would have it, seems to be the same shop Lord Vash requested his missive be taken to.

It's a fairly large herbalism shop with shelves stuffed to the brim. The gnomish shopkeeper as brightly colored as the plants he tends. The shop is uncomfortably dry and warm, likely from the artificial daylight spell pouring from the cieling.

After Elvar has purchased what he needs, and the letter dropped, the three crewmen head back to the busy streets. Only seconds after leaving the shop, Sa'sori and Ashlyn both hear the hushed whispers of a familiar voice. Taking a few steps to the side of the herbalism shop and peering down the alley, they both spot Phargas communing with two dark cloaked, hooded figures.

Even without hearing the words, you can feel the tension building in their conversation.

Sa'sori puts a hand to Ashlyn's shoulder to retrain her from entering the alley whispering, "...This is in truth none of our concern, and... in an alley.. there are shadows just because we see only two threats does not mean there are not more. Pharags ...could be a 'Poisoner' himself. Plus, I do not like how in this whole town.. we loose track of him and then miraculously run across him while we are delivering missives of our guest. Why of all alleys would he be 'here', I do not believe in coincidence! Especially with you without a sword, and Evlar compulsed... let's move on..."

Sa'sori gently pulls her along to keep up with Evlar, but makes a note to try to remember the cut of the hooded figures cloaks.

[OOC: Without Pharagas being a half-elf.. she really feels no overwhelming compulsion to aid him in trouble he's gotten himself into.. IF that is not a ruse to get them to enter the alley. ]

No worries. One thing I will point out. The herbalism shop is only a few buildings down from Mortimer's and is in the same open square. So, running into him again is not terribly farfetched. (I only bring it up because I reread my previous post and realized I didn't make that clear.)

Sa'sori grimaces muttering, 'Gah... I hate it when you're right...', there is a smirk on her lovely features meaning her words are more in jest than any real truth.

She sighs, draws her cutlass and hands it to Ashlyn whispering, 'Keep it behind your back, out of sight ~ unless we need it!'

With that Sa'sori steps into the alley ~ pulling Evlar along by hoking an arm around his elbow, but only entering about 5 feet in and yells down to the two cloaked men, "HEY YOU LOT! Stop hassling that man... he's a passenger on our ship! So Be Civil, Leave Off, OR ELSE!"

With that she casts a shield spell... to show she IS a spellcaster, and places a hand casually on the hilt of her Elven Curve Blade over her shoulder... her serious intent obvious!

Perception: 'Looking for other hostiles in the shadows' 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Intimidate: {Take 10!} 10 + 8 = 18

Red Wing glows slighting as she casts her spell perched upon her shoulder and shrieks a hunting cry in response to his mistresses unveiled threat... ready to support her in battle.

Ashlyn takes the cutless hiding it as she said, taking a position just behind Sa'sori.

At the sudden yelling, Phargas and the shorter of the two cloaked figures make a startled jump, turning their attention to the voice. The larger of the cloaked figures takes advantage of the distraction lifting a blowgun to his lips and shooting a dart at Phargas.

Initiative Phargas, Cloaked figures, Sa'sori, Ashlyn

Phargas lets out a grunt grabbing the back of his neck and pulling the dart free. He quickly rushes away from the figures and towards his crew-mates.

The taller cloaked figure in a gruff male voice calls out to his partner. "Let's go. Now!" He turns, activating some magic item to leap to the roof of the herbalism shop. From there, he drops a rope to his partner. His partner grabs the rope and starts to climb up.

Initiative is yours. Phargas is 10' from you down the 10' wide alley. The herbalism shop is two stories with a pitched roof. The smaller cloaked figure has climbed 15' of rope.

Sa'sori slaps Ashyln on the shoulder, "Ashe... grab that dart Pharagas threw down with a gloved hand and get him into the herbalist shop.. tell the owner he may have just been poisoned!"

She moves to the base of the rope... and prepares to take action to invoke the power of her robes the moment Ashlyn has retrieved the dart and moved Pharagas away from her by at least another 10 feet...

Red Wing Takes flight and keeps trail of the assailants keeping a good 70'ft outside of Blowgun effective range...

When Ashlyn gets Pharagas and herself to safety Sa'sori grabs the tail end of the rope and triggers her robes to blast forth a wave of biting cold in a 20'ft radius... hopefully channeled into the rope to make it brittle and since they are not expecting it getting both the tall and the short hooded figure in the blast...

Move Action: 'Move up to 30'ft get to rope'
Standard Action: Burst of Cold {20'ft radius, REF 16 - 1/2Dam} 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

... unfortunately.. Sa'sori must let go of Evlar's arm, as she cannot drag him into the Burst of Cold without hurting him...

OOC: I'm uncertain if the cold damage will snap the rope 'which is kinda my objective'... to make it too brittle to support the smaller one's weight. 'Shrug' ~ shot int he dark! :)

Ashlyn will move to Phargas and pull the dart free. The dart is indeed poisoned, but it seems Phargas was able to resists it's effect as the poison seeps out of the wound. Still, she pulls Phargas away from the coming spell.

Sa'sori's robes glow with arcane power as the frozen chill lashes out. The hooded figures make uses the rope to make an expert dodge, avoiding the effect entirely (Evasion), the rope on the other hand is not so nimble snapping as the smaller hooded figure falls to the ground.

S Reflex save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
L Reflex save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
falling damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Phargas pulls a small trinket from his cloak, whispering a sing-songy rhyme to the bauble and vanishes from sight.

The smaller of the hooded figures climbs to his feet, then takes off down the alleyway. The larger of the two men moves away from the edge and hides.

S, move action stand, standard to move 30 feet away. Shouldn't be an AOO since Sa'sori hasn't drawn a weapon and doesn't have improved unarmed.
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Sa'sori turns from the fleeing assassins and drawing her elven curve blade stalks back over to Pharagas, her expression a stormcloud of anger...

But when she is again next to him she turns her gaze to the fleeing assassin in the alley and intones arcane words of power ~ her tattoos glowing brightly for a moment as she extends a hand... casting magic missile into the fleeing smaller of the assassin's back!

Sha-Bang! Bang! Bang!

The missiles strike with loud searing impacts, and she yells, "THAT is for your trouble! DON'T Mess with us!!"

Then she rounds on Pharagas, "Look! I don't know what people you've pissed off that will send rogues with blowguns and poisoned darts after you And I don't Want to know! It's Not our fight, safe passage on our ship does not include you looking for trouble to draw us in! We don't want any part of it... so take my advice and go back to the ship and stay hidden! I'm NOT rescuing you a second time!"

Sa'sori then looks to Ashlyn, "Let's get out of here before Evlar gets off to some where we loose him! We are NOT pursuing poison using assassins in back alleys!"

Move Action: Move 30'ft back to where she was before and Draw Elven curve blade as part of move
Standard Action: 'Cast Magic Missile'
Magic Missile Damage: 'To Smaller Assassin' 3d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 1) + 3 = 10

The smaller of the two assassins continues away from Sa'sori after the strike. The larger moves across the rooftop and hops across to the next roof and disappears over the pitch.

Phargas dismisses his invisibility and stammers a reply. "I haven't done anything! I was just walking by, and the big one grabbed me off the street! I can't imagine what I could have done. Maybe they saw me as an easy mark." He shrugs and his stammering stops as he retakes his normally relaxed demeanor.

"At least I have good protectors. I'll have to ask the good captain to ensure you two get a bonus."

"So, where are we off to next?" Phargas falls in line behind Sa'sori and Ashlyn as they look for where Elvar has run off to.

It isn't hard to spot him across the square and about two buildings down, Elvar can be seen coming from Ryathalan's Reagents with a sack of goods.

Sorry for the delay, got distracted.

Sa'sori rolls her eyes, "Sure... I'm SURE... you were just an 'innocent' passerby... which is why you're Sooo interested in talking to the locale elven authorities cause you got a good look at their faces as you just happen to be in a close conversation with them... yeah whatever! Keep whatever secrets your holding but don't try to BS me... I may have been born at night.. but it was not Last Night!"

Sa'sori scans the crowds and spots Evlar, "Ah.. there he is... "

She moves over to join her lover leading Ashlyn ~ sheathing her elven curve blade, not really mindful if Phargas follows or not. Pulling Evlar's arm into her side and tenderly rubbing her ample bosom into his shoulder she clings to him smiling warmly, as she leans in to kiss him lightly on the lips caressing one cheek with one soft hand. Looking at his list to see how complete it is she leads him to a clothier for her and Ashlyn to pick out suitably nice cloaks for enchantment. Sa'sori picks out a red hooded cloak with elven styled gold trimming of leaves.

She suggest that perhaps Ashlyn might consider purchasing some Darkleaf Cloth-Leather Lamellar here in Greengold... as it is just s protective, and less noisy or restrictive as her current chain shirt ... and Still enchantable quality...

Then Sa'sori leads them to the Townhall briefly to inquire about genealogical lore on the Elven House of Kalisreavil... seeking to know where their House hold holdings are and who is the current House Head/Leader.

Phargas has a flash of insult, but bites his tongue. Following along across the market in tow with the Sa'sori and Ashlyn. Elvar is easy enough to spot and his list is nearly complete. It is likely he will finish by the time the two girls have found suitable cloaks to be enchanted.

Phargas spots a patrol across the street and scurries away from the group, waving the guards down as he begins his extravagant tale.

When Sa'sori makes mention of going to the Townhall, Ashlyn will point her in the right direction, then break off saying she wishes to visit someone before she returns to the ship. She gives Sa'sori her purchased cloak to be delivered when Elvar takes his supplies back.

I'm sorry, it's been a very busy week. I'll answer the last bit of your post when I can.

Sa'sori snuggles close to Evlar's arm enjoying the solid warmth of his warrior's strength clung to ... 'living in the moment', her naughty mind wandering to thoughts about some rough sex latter on...

She is indeed surprised when Phargas does flag down a patrol of guardsmen to report the incident and grimaces at her misjudging the situation... again... her sharp tongue once again proving to be her impediment.

But the young feisty Sorceress is too proud~ for its too soon to apologize directly instead she wanders over to Phargas' side and adds her testimony to his story to lend weight to his report ... identifying herself, her captain, her actions in the scuffle and the exact details of the encounter with no opinions or embellishments added. Though how much credence the guards men will give to the testimony of the lovely, alluring but well-armed, tattooed, somewhat revealing ~ {semi}pirate-dressed, half-elven girl with a temple prostitute tattoo of CALISTRA emblazoned upon one enticing but ample breast, simple wooden symbols of CALISTRA and a whalebone emblem of BESMARA hanging in tandem from her slender neck... remains to be seen.

...for now, the closest thing to an apology Phargas is going to get out of the lovely young half-elven woman.

Sa'sori makes her way to the town hall, behind the reception desk a mousy looking halfling woman leans over her unsuitably raised deck. Looking down at the young half-elf the woman beacons in a nasally tone. "Can I help you?"

Upon your request she asks just as flatly and nasally as the first sentence, "Will you be wishing to view them, or requesting a copy? Copies will be 1 gold per sheet."

Sa'sori ponders the question for a heartbeat... then answers quickly, "Both actually.. I'd like to peruse the originals AND I'll pay for copies!"

The woman leans back in her seat. "I will need to record your name. It costs one gold to access the records for 1 day. You may make as many copies as you like, show your aid what you wish scribbled. You will be charged 1 gold per page. The building closes promptly at 5 pm. If you are not out by then, you will be escorted out."

She scribbles down Sa'sori's name once she is given it and takes her payment. Then she yells to the back room. "Tomlin! Tomlin!! Get in here!"

A young elf comes rushing into the room breathing heavily from his short run. They boy is likely near or just after his name day. This dark haired elf has a mess of hair covering his eyes. His unkempt missized robes cover his scrawny form as he shyly keeps his eyes cast downward and meekly whispers in a squeaky voice. "Yes ma'am. How can I help you."

Take this girl to genealogical records and show her whatever she needs.

"Yes ma'am comes his quick but equally quiet reply. "This way miss.

Sa'sori smirks but replies, "Lead on, Scribe Tomlin!"

She follows the boy glancing back to make sure they are out of earshot of the 'battleaxe' curator and she leans close to whisper to him, "No need for such bowing a scraping around me young Tomlin I am not nobility .. but a bastard unclaimed by my true father and even sold into slavery by my step-father, on my mother's untimely sickness and death at even more tender years that thee! Please pardon any unintentional impertinence on my part but, are you not a little young to be away from your elven family...? I thought elven children were allowed to be children for several decades before being saddled with the responsibilities of a mature profession or real work? Or are you older than you seem?"

His face goes red and his body tenses as Sa'sori leans close. His head drops again, though his eyes are certainly wandering to the form next to him. His nervousness makes it hard to assess if he is always this awkward, or if it is her affect on him. "I..um..well...you see...my family is not well off. They cannot afford me to live at home and not contribute. I'm a few months past my name day, so I'm still very new. Please forgive me if I do not do well."

He tenses again, glancing back to the doorway, "I'm sorry. What are you looking for again."

Sa'sori smirks and nods taking a step back to Evlar's side, "..I see. Well I can help a little with a ...gratuity for your efforts when we are done."

Thinking, {Better ease off the lad... he's probably rock hard by now and ready to explode in his pants... keep forgetting sometimes the effect I have on young men...}

Sa'sori smiles at Tomlin, and shakes her head - the cascade of her honey-colored, ankle-length, hair & braids dancing with the slight mannerism, "No worries I'm sure you'll do just fine boy", {and she mentally grimaces 'Why does everything I say at moments like this 'seem' to have a double sexual meaning? Is it me.. or just the situations...? It's probably me... still wet thinking about some rough, definitely ~ NOT quiet, intimate time with Evlar later... just his touch puts me in "the mood"; maybe sooner might be better? What's a girl to do? 'Ravish Evlar in some nearby dark alley'... tee-hee! Though... young Tomlin here is kinda cute in that innocent elven way... with his long delicate ears and his pretty bright full blue eyes! Whao.. down girl... I'm such a hussy sometimes!'}

"...er yes, I'm looking for information on the Elven House Kalisreavil... its history, current family head's name, the location of its holdings or estate and any connections the house may have to the city of Korvosa."

Tomlin glances back to Elvar with a hint of jealousy, but sets it aside upon hearing Sa'sori's request. He seems blissfully unaware of any thought that she may be checking him out in any way. "Hmm, that's not a family name I am familiar with. It is likely one of the midsize to smaller families."

He starts down towards the back of the Townhalls small library of records. The records are kept mostly on scrolls of heredity and scrolls of pedigree, though there are a few books that are collections of basic information on different houses. Tomlin stops at one of the shelves, squatting down to the second to bottom shelf scanning the titles. "Hmm" He begins to nervously chew his cheek pulling a book from the shelf and thumbing threw it looking for the name she requested.

Sa'sori steps to Tomlin's side and takes a knee... like a warrior would, to peer over the young elf's shoulder as he peruses the genealogical records. Her bare shapely and muscular dancer's legs Very distracting not to mention she is unintentionally close enough that the warmth of her body and the cinnamony fragrance of her hair and womanly flesh assail his senses in the musty records vault.

She scans her lovely violet eyes over the records herself looking at the alphabetization of the names and comments, "Hmmm... if I recall correctly.. there is a Mierani Elven consulate in Korvosa. Perhaps, looking for family names among the Forest Elves might prove cut down on the task of sorting through all the major or minor family names?"

His gaze has long left the book, gliding from the floor, up her legs in an outright stare. Though he likely thinks he is being subtle, his awkwardness just draws the attention to him more. His breathing is shallow, as his nerves overwhelm his rushing heart.

His senses slowly return, as he realizes she spoke again. [b]"I...right...umm. There aren't a lot of families that live in Mierani besides in Crying Leaf. Most just go there to fight. I don't think there is a book, but there should be a scroll somewhere up here.

He stands up, using the height to peek down Sa'sori's top, before quickly looking away. He leans in close to the scroll tubes squinting to see the tiny engravings on the edge.

Meanwhile, Elvar has long grown bored, moving to the reading desk on the opposite side of the room and lays his head down to rest.

Sa'sori, mentally chastises herself noting her actions are only drawing more attention to herself than less, {...Am I intentionally doing that? Do I like or crave the attention? More importantly is that natural... like most other young women or is it because of my time at the Temple? I'll likely never really know and that's... a little distressing. What would I be like if I were not...damaged or am I damaged at all? Gah...'sigh'.}

She stood and glanced over at Evlar dozing at the table, and smiled fondly her thoughts grateful, {...at least Evlar doesn't seem to notice or hold it ... my past ~ against me. He loves me and that's all that matters! I love him so much, I..think his innocence may save me, I'm so happy I found him!}

Sa'sori walks over to stand beside the sleeping Evlar and with one hand playfully toys with the hair at the nape of his neck {like she does with her fingers when he kisses her in his full embrace} ~ her heart and eyes clearly full of deep affection from her expression.

Casting her gaze back to Tomlin's efforts to reach scrolls on the top shelves she incants and gestures... casting her Mage Hand spell to snatch scrolls from the top shelves to spread them on the tabletop for ease of reading.

Elvar purrs lightly under the sensation her hands provide. Meanwhile, Tomlin has finally located the last scroll he was seeking.

He brings it to Sa'sori, then excuses himself to a small desk across the room full of papers, quill, and ink.

Unfurling the scroll, it appears to be a scroll showing family crests, a notation of the heads of those families, how the family crests have changed over generations, and small excerpts of why the crest changed.

For example, one crest was golden antlers on a field of green. The crest later evolved into golden antlers on a field of green with a dove soaring above. The excerpt below remarking on the the third family head negotiated a mutual preservation treaty between Kyonin and a small village across the West Sellen river known as Xer. The family was awarded land and a minor title by the then queen for the treaty, that title required the adjustment of the coat of arms.

Searching lower, you are able to find a crest belonging to the name Kalisreavil. The crest shows a shining elven curved blade cutting through darkness. The except explains the initial noble title was granted to Kylantha Kalisreavil for "exceptional valor in battle." The scroll does not note any granted land, or any other holdings.

The scroll continues down four generations Kaylessa Kalisreavil, the only daughter of Kylantha. Pervymr Kalisreavil was the eldest son of Kylantha. Phyrra Kalisreavil was the only daughter of Pervymr. The current head of the family being Perishial Kalisreavil. The scroll makes no note of any achievements that adjusted the family's titles or crest for any of the four leaders.

Sa'sori is entranced... she sits down at the table to carefully read every minute detail about her family. The more she reads.. the more her heart opens.

The Shining Elven Curve Blade cutting through darkness ~ resonates with her and a feeling of belonging, a rich swell of pride fills her.. as her memories flash through her mind ~ her facing down the horror of the undead Lord Asar, her bravely leaping the the deck of the pirate ship that attacked them, her courageously alone stalking down into the carnal pit to face the giant poisonous snake of the Rasmirian Cult. Always.. her curve blade in hand seeking to strike a blow against evil, oppression, and darkness!

She recalled what Captain Cormack asked her in private 'Would knowing who your parent are change who and what YOU are?' She had answered, 'no...', but now that she had some glimpse of her heritage.. it does change how she feels about who and what she is.. where she comes from. It DOES make a difference how she feels about the person she has come to be... that the honor and courage of her blood has... despite her personal life hardships.. bred true! The the nobility and courage of her predecessors has not been lost on her.. or been 'sexed' out of her by her trials with the Temple of Calistra. It tells her or at least makes her feel she has much more to offer the world, to stand tall and proud of what SHE has accomplished.. and what she may in the future!

Sa'sori copied all the relevant lore about her family into her private notes and few few more related notes and references made to House Kalisreavil.

Pondering aloud, "So, I must find this Perishial Kalisreavil and see if HE knows who my father is... could be a son of his perhaps?"

Turning to smile at Evlar, she gently shakes him to wake him, "Sweetest, I believe I've found what I'm looking for here...we can leave now!"

Before I respond. Does Sa'sori not know the name of her father?

No, but her father actually IS Perishial.. all she was told by her mother is that her father's family name is Kalisreavil and that he was elven.

Elvar slowly stirs from his dreams, groggily rubbing his eyes. Toblin is quick to your side as well. "Are you sure you have to g...er...I mean...Are you sure I can't be of any further assistance to you?"

Sa'sori smiles warmly at Toblin, and on a whim, gently places a hand on his cheek caressing his delicate ear with her slender soft fingers and leans close to give him a tender kiss on the cheek, "..you have been a Great Assistance, Toblin, I have found the knowledge of my heritage and the potential noble lineage to match my heart and spirit! I now know something of my sires, Thank you!"

And she pays for her time in the library 2 gold coins and slips two gold coins into his hand in gratitude...

But casting her gaze to the waking Evlar, "..but my sweet and I do have other errands to run and need to meet back up with my girlfriend Ashlyn... to finish our city business ere the day is spent!"

She will usher Evlar unhurriedly to motion to make her way for the town hall exit...

Toblin's face flushes red at the touch, only growing brighter with the tender kiss as his knees buckle under his nervousness. "I um...if I can be..." His stammering is cut short by the coin placed in his hand. His eyes growing wide at the sum.

Elvar, now awake and moving again, is quick to slip his arm around Sa'sori's waist as they walk away. Though he says nothing, and truly does not seem to be jealous. The closeness with wish he holds her, shows he certainly noticed the young elf's motivation to be so helpful.

The hour arranged to meet with Lord Vash is quickly approaching.

Sa'sori leads Evlar, retracing their steps through town stopping by the Herbalist shop on the way to step in to purchase some more Night Tea... 30days worth [3gp], some peach-colored lip-balm [1sp-cosmetics]... cheery flavored 'of course', and red eye-shadow [1sp-cosmetics] as she smiles at Evlar. Returning to Mortimer's she brings the cloaks, and Evlar's enchanting reagents to the eccentric Wizard's shop.

Keeping track of Expenditures: 30gp-Courtier's Outfit, 5gp-Red Cloak{enchantable quality}, 2gp-Hereditary Records {view & copy - with Stamp of Greengold authenticity}, 3gp-30doses 'Night Tea', 2sp - Cosmetics; [Total: 40gp, 2sp]

The herbalist shop has all you're looking for, and you're able to get in and out relatively quickly. When returning to Mortimer's, the shop door is unlocked, though the shop itself is empty.

A small slip of paper folded as a stand sits upon the counter reading "Got hungry. Might come back."