"Morbak survived? Well I'll be damned," Piers suddenly broke into a wide smile. It did wonders for his currently grim countenance.
"It'll be good to see that ugly mug again."
Nebari takes a moment to think before speakink his mind. "We need to head to the mountains, maybe meet some friends, track down an amulet that is most certainly well hidden and well guarded and has been missing for say a thousand years or so? Oh, and this is just the first of seven right?"
Nebari sighs and says. "I think the sooner we head out the better."
Tiriael nods at Nebaris' assessment with a smile - " I would ask for a day or three to research some around the city and its libraries, about Sorcerer Ulrich and his last known location and activities - maybe I can uncover some forgotten piece of information that may prove useful. Apart from that, I agree - let us get moving as soon as possible, since time is clearly of the essence"
Doran is NOT able to hide the expression of dismay that washes over his face at the thought of three days of research and reading. Then he perks up- "Great, I can explore the city and meet people and see buildings and sights and and... everything! While you're... you know... reading and stuff."
"You have fun with that and I'll make sure the lad here doesn't end up mugged, beaten, and left in an alley somewhere," Piers said, resting a hand on Doran's shoulder.
"I'll show him the sights while I'm at it," Piers' grin did not do a good job hiding the fact that he was likely planning on having an evening or two's entertainment by throwing Doran headfirst into a situation the lad was not expecting.
"My library is yours." Councilman Choztu said with a bow. Coming down from the dias and offering Tiriael his arm, "This way my dear."
Doran smiles in blissful, enthusiastic ignorance. "Thanks!"
Terra remains seated as the others dicuss research and seeing the city. Watching what she can percieve as the others start to make their way out toward their respective goals.
interesting, that captain paid no notice to me perhaps he does not know or does not care. Perhaps i truly am seperated enough. Terra conemplates the actions of the others.
Unless escorted or removed she remains seated until th room is empty
Noticing the quiet girl sitting in the corner, asks Makepiece to wait a moment and walks up to her. "Hiya!" he says with a big grin. "Have you been here before? Would you like to come explore the city with us? It should be fun!"
Noticing the quiet girl sitting in the corner, asks Makepiece to wait a moment and walks up to her. "Hiya!" he says with a big grin. "Have you been here before? Would you like to come explore the city with us? It should be fun!"
Terra looks up toward the man speaking. i have been to many cities. I would love to see this one. she says offering her hand as a lady to be escorted.
actually i would love to see any city she jokes
Seeing the meeting was over, the council rose and Gregor spoke, "We are agreed then. You have three days, then you must leave. Time is not a commodity we can spare. Farewell, and good luck." With that the council exits.
The redheaded turns to the group and says. "I will put my ear to the ground and see what I can dig up regarding our mission, if anyone needs me I'll grab a room at the nearest inn, otherwise I guess I will see you in three days time say right in front of this building." With that Nebari bows and excuses himself to find a room before he starts asking around.
Alaeron watches as everyone splits up and he considers his options. I've seen enough of human society, I may as well learn what I can... He follows behind Tiriael and the Councillor towards the library.
"Excuse the shadow, but I would feel more comfortable in the library then out in the city.." He says to Tiriael and Choztu.
Enkidu blinks, nonplussed, but shrugs and this typical grin reasserts himself. "Then let's go see this one!" Taking Terra's hand, he leaves the palace with her, pulling her ahead recurrently and enthusiastically.
Tiriael bows as Councilman Choztu takes her arm. As Alaeron follows, she responds with a smile - "From my part, you are most welcome to join"
Tiriael is absolutely marvelled with the possibility of going through the libaries' contents. As she gathers tomes from one end to the other, as allowed, she scribbles notes on a piece of parchment in a way that correlates information, with bits and pieces being tied together by interweaving arrows.
All the while she whispers to herself, but most of the time she addresses Alaeron, veiculating what she finds to be interesting pieces of information, as far as their mission entails.
She divides up the next three days in three separate investigations: The Void Tower - its origin and theories about its presence and whatever possible ulterior motivations; Sorcerer Ulrich - Attempting to know details of how he came to be in possession of one of the medallions, the reasons for his journey into the forest of Azeem and eventual final destination, and his abilities as a sorecerer; Last but not least, The Tarrasque - details on how he was controlled the last time it happened, and what exactly needs to be done to set him free.
While Tiriael looks about the library, Alaeron finds a table and gently places his pack down on it. He opens the main flap and gently takes out a maturing leopard cub. He feeds the cub a few pieces of jerky from a trail pack. Once finished with the feeding, he takes out a brush and attempts to brush down the cat, but the cub seems to find more interest in attacking the brush then letting Alaeron brush him.
Alaeron begins to sniff slightly as he continues the brushing, but soon finds himself sneezing.
At the sight of Doran rushing away with Terra in tow, Piers hurries after them.
"Oi! Kid! Hold on!" He shouted, running after them and grabbing the two by the backs of their collars when he does catch up.
"Alright kids, you aren't actually soldiers so I can't order you around but I'd rather not have to explain to the Council how we racked up two casualties before our mission even started."
Knowledge History: Artorias Argus, of the Order of the Five Heads, was a Paladin dedicated to the protection of the realm. When the Tarrasque appeared, he formed a group of adventurers to fight it.
Appraise: The shield is rather plain looking and a little worn, yet the symbol on it seems to shine. You're not entirely sure it's worth two hundred gold.
Day two: Sorcerer Ulrich, Slayer of Dragons and one of the Seven Heroes, aquired his amulet when the others did. After defeating the Tarrasque, he and his good friend Artorias Argus, decided to separate the amulets to prevent the World Eater from being released. Ulrich headed to Azeem to hide his amulet.
Day three: According to legend, the amulets were forged by the gods and it somehow controlled the Tarrasque. As far as letting it loose, no one really knows.
Nebari inspects the shield with a careful eye and asks the elder. "This may prove useful good elf but how can you be sure it belonged to Artorias?"
[b]"Shields like this were only made by the Order of the Five Heads, which died out a few decades after Arcadia fell. The secret to making them is long forgotten, and it was said that only Artorias carried 'The Green Banner'.
"You've sold me kind sir, I'll take it."The Oracle replies, paying the elderly fae in coin and jewles. "I don't suppose you happen to know of anyone with special knowledge or particular interest in the old hero's?" Nebari asks.
At the sight of Doran rushing away with Terra in tow, Piers hurries after them.
"Oi! Kid! Hold on!" He shouted, running after them and grabbing the two by the backs of their collars when he does catch up.
"Alright kids, you aren't actually soldiers so I can't order you around but I'd rather not have to explain to the Council how we racked up two casualties before our mission even started."
As soon as his hand grabs Terra she freaks spinning around and stomping the ground and the ground beneath the captain violently shoots up about five feet.
back off, you are not taking me back. I can take care of myself she says taking a step back in what looks like a defensive stance.
Despite her impaired vision she seems to know exactly where the captain is.
"Right then," Piers says, letting go and jumping down from the shaft of earth.
"That's a whole can of worms I'm not paid enough to deal with," he dusts himself off and backs away from Terra, inferring even through his adrenaline spike that such an ability likely had a limit.
"I don't know who you think I am or what I want but you've acted like a caged animal ever since I first set my eye on you. Frankly, I don't care why as long as you pull your weight. If your issues get in the way I'll leave you behind. This ain't my first dance kid and if you want my help staying alive then you get your head on straight first." The Captain's voice was cold and clear, it was obvious to anyone that he was being entirely serious. Once he figured he was a good distance away, he undid the peace-tie on his side sword and tossed it at Terra's feet.
"Have fun with little miss snapping turtle, boy," he said to Doran before turning and walking away.
Doran watches the interaction, keeping one eye on the earth-spike in the ground, before bending over to pick up the peace-tie and stare at it curiously. "...huh. I wonder why he gave you this... actually, what IS this?" Still pondering, he hops up on the earth spike and balances on one foot for a minute before turning to Terra. "So. Are you okay?"
Turning to see where it came from, you see Ivan. The last time you saw him was at your final engagement of the Void Tower, where his last words were 'I was saving this for me.' "Surprised to see me, Captain?"
After puring over all teh information available, Tiriael feels dismayed at how scarce it is, even when using the Council Library.
Taking notes on the most important passages she ponders to herself - Where could you have hidden it Ulrich...?
The last part of the third day is spent making sure she is totally outfitted , and rejoining the others wherever they are, so that they can leave bright and early next morning.
Alaeron finishes out the three days along with Tiriael, assisting her with her research and continuing to look after his cub friend. While not assisting directly with the research or playing with his cat, Alaeron will hum an old elvish song while cleaning and inspecting his gear. Proper care was placed for his bow as it had been a gift from his adopted father. He treasured it more then any of his other possessions.
While assisting Tiriael with getting trail rations, he will shake his head in dismay. "I could make you better rations if we had time to hunt... These iron rations taste terrible"
While walking around the streets of the city, Tiriael is unable to contain her curiosity, and addresses Alaeron - "That cub is beautiful - what happened to her parents...?"
Addressing the tradesman, Tirial asks politely - "From my purchases and my attire, you have probably understood that I am about to travel kind sir. I have noticed that you have a particularly detailed map hanging on the wall there, much like what I have been looking for - would you be interested in parting with it? I am, of course, willing to pay"
Alaeron seems lost in thought for a moment before replying. "Him.. Nemie here is a male. His full name is Nemesis, I named him that as I am allergic to his fur, so he's the Nemesis to my nose, as it were. As for his parents, not sure... while on a job a few months back, I happened upon his den. He was a noisy little guy, and quiet half starved. Camped out and looked after him for a fortnight before I decided to take him along with me."
"C'mon, let's catch up over drinks. I've got some time before I set out again."
As soon as you grasp Ivan's arm, the illusion fades to reveal what looks like a steel gauntlet that goes up to his elbow. "Drinks would be great, in an hour at the Fallen Boar. You remember where it is right?"
After inspecting the map offered by the merchant, if satisfied with the details, Tiriael agrees - "Deal!"
Doran watches the interaction, keeping one eye on the earth-spike in the ground, before bending over to pick up the peace-tie and stare at it curiously. "...huh. I wonder why he gave you this... actually, what IS this?" Still pondering, he hops up on the earth spike and balances on one foot for a minute before turning to Terra. "So. Are you okay?"
Terra looks toward Doran yeah, i'm fine, i really don't trust military types.
With a wave of her hand the spike shinks back into the ground.
lets go
Once you hand him the money, he hands you the map. "Will that be all, darling lady?"
"This and that. They want me on baby-sitting duty for a bunch of odd-balls. Frankly I'm glad to have something to do. Too much time sitting on my hands." He waves his hand in front of his face as if clearing away a bad smell.
"Whole thing will probably collapse on the outset anyway. What about you? I didn't hear you were among the 'Dag survivors, 'else I would have found you."
As Doran and Terra make their way around town, she tries to edge him towrard any local bulletin boards or possibly wanted posters.
can you tell me if there are any signs for missing children?