The tavern starts to fill up as night grows closer. While it was quiet when you first arrived, with few people (if any), the Amethyst Chalice seems to be quite a hot spot for the night scene.
"I think it would be best if we got out of here. The place is becoming crowded.'
Ellis takes a look at the map for the first time as he stands up.
"What are all these skull and crossbones supposed to represent, I wonder?"
Sanar, the only problem is that, where would we store our weaponry and such? Other than that I have almost no qualms. Steward, full this flask please.
Torcan hands him a decorated Holdalls with intricate gold inlay, the emblem is the same one that is on his ring. Along with 2 gold peices.
Ellis, maybe we shouldn't go where that is,
He's a bit buzzed.
Oh noes...
"Well, you would be in a wagon, which would also be carrying your weapons. The weapons would just be stored separately from you, as makes sense for slaves. Like I said, just a suggestion. It would require a lot of acting on my part, which is doable, but it isn't exactly what I would prefer."
Then we ride to Mirgilaura then on a boat to Evansilvia. How long do you need to be all ready, with food packed and a traveling mount?
Sanar since apparently you are the only one who has traveled and lived in Gilunaural i am sure you can tell us all about it during our travel.
"A short trip to the market for food and salves will be all I need."
"A game then! The most ragged and subservient of them all wins! As our decomposing friend here suggested, a trip to the cheesery might be in order first."
Don't forget food for your mount also.
Lyraesel, would you mind staying a second i have a few travel questions to ask you?
"You know... I can't even remember the last time I had cheese. When I was young, I must have, but it was so long ago, and I rarely spend much time in cities these days..."
"Then you surely must accompany me to find some cheddar - sharper than any ridiculous swords you might need to hide on this trip. While you won't cut yourself, you'll feel as if you won a battle proper after your first bite!"
Lyraesel's frowns slightly at Quee's bizarre outburst before nodding in respones to William.
"Of course."
Suddenly a commotion outside your vine-enclosed area threatens to break through the fragile, and surprisingly effective, barrier. A fight has broken out in the Amethyst Chalice, and many tables are being thrown to the side as most of the elves draw rapiers or long slender knives.
If you look to see what is happening, some of the beautiful flowering vines that the tavern uses for decoration have come alive, and are holding one unfortunate elf to the ceiling and slowly strangling him.
The voice surprises most everyone present, but it seems to spur them into action, and they begin hacking away at the vines to release their stranglehold.
Although the elves were quick to react, they did not cut away enough of the vines to keep their comrade from being strangled. If you mean to intercede, now would be the best time to do it.
There are no currently visible rebels. The loyalists are in confusion, trying to save their companion from the magical attack. (Sorry about using the word fight before, it seemed like an appropriate word at the time. And indeed, without knowing what specifically is happening, you might have assumed that it was a fight.)
The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, though it did not breach the magical barrier of the vines around your table (except through the open door).
It's possible the voice came from the vines themselves.
With your training, you can look at both of the spoilers above.
Sanar will observe only.
Unable to see what all the commotion was about, Quee rushed into the main hall with the vine-strangling. What's this?! A voice sounded through the room, but he could not tell from whom or what. Given the immediacy of the situation, it would be best, he judged, to save the person. Unfortunately, plant-slaying was something for which he was ill-equipped.
He turned to the crowd and looked for someone who seemed good with something that could cut, then realized they had their own expertise among themselves. "Mercenary!" he tugged insistantly at Sanar's arm, having forgotten the announced name already. "You must do something! He's being suffocated!"
"Why would I? These guys seem to be part of some sort of resistance. I don't know anything about it, and I don't want to be involved. Furthermore, this ale house seems to be of no meager means, meaning it is best not to cross them. These guys stomped up in here and made a ruckus and one of them is suffering for it."
"Why would I? These guys seem to be part of some sort of resistance. I don't know anything about it, and I don't want to be involved. Furthermore, this ale house seems to be of no meager means, meaning it is best not to cross them. These guys stomped up in here and made a ruckus and one of them is suffering for it."
"But the vines will KILL him!" cried Quee. He turned to the other strong-looking member. "Mister Starcloak, please help him! He doesn't have long!"
Sanar continues to observe the situation, noting any figures of authority who step in. He sighs with disgust and pity at the jeweler's naiveté.
"They came in here with knives drawn. They knew there would be violence, they planned on creating it. What they didn't plan for was the tables turning. Why should they not be subject to the violence they planned for others?"
Lyraesel stares silently at the Halflings face, giving him the impression that his motives are being examined in detail.
”Yes, I am from Mirgilaura, and it is true that I have little love for the those who have taken advantage of our land. But my true concern is the High forest and anything that would threaten the land itself.”
She takes a sip of the wine in front of her, “These lands were here long before these empires, we elves seem to forget that the land is far older than we are and will still be here when our empires crumble to dust. I seek to protect the land and the natural world from anything that might rise up and despoil it, and if that means working with Lin Sharel for the greater good so be it.”
”That being said…….” she trails off as the commotion draws her attention. Looking out, the druidess’ eyes narrow as she watches the activity of the vines and hears the voice speaking familiar words.
She draws back into her seat.
"The question is, what did he do to warrant that? These vines aren't what most would consider sentient."
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It seems like the vines were magically animated, by druidic magic most likely, but by what spell specifically you are hard pressed to recall.
" I suppose the thought their steel would protect them." Lyraesel says with a hint of irony.
Ellis also prefers not to get involved. He may deserve it for all he knows.
Quee's worry turns to anger. "How can you simply talk about him like that?! We don't even know the reason behind the scuffle, yet you leave him to die!" The elf rushes over to beneath the man and a few feet beside him. "You must push off the ceiling as hard as you can!" His right hand begins an ictus as Quee's left slips into a pouch on his belt briefly. The hand then removes itself and stretches out, seemingly as if to hold something, then shakes and lowers bit by bit. "Push!"
Speaking from under the table in a whisper:
While some of the elf's companions are still trying to free him from the strangling vines, now squeezing him against the decorative stone trellis on the ceiling, many more have run off to raise the alarm.
It is not long before a unit of the city watch arrives, led by a well armored male elf with a shining silver helmet. The city watch rush into the building, but by then, it is too late. The elf perished, strangled to death by the flowering vines that decorated the Amethyst Chalice.
"Thiardella's Tears! Lord Venrel!" He exclaims.
Lord Venrel is known as one of the members of the Progressive Court of Regents (They typically wear black and silver robes in the Consel of Regents.) He was one of the Regents calling for direct military intervention in both Mirgilaura and Gilunaural.
Keep kallm Architect,
I'll try and talk to the dead guy's pals, see why he was important,if he was.
Eliis perform a quick, traditional elvish blessing for the dead. Now, THIS is something he feels compelled to do.
I believe you would have picked up the Representative of the Consel trait as your regional, since that really has to do with the Elvish nobility in general, not just the Consel of Regents. So yes, you have +1 to Knowledge (nobility) and to Perform (oratory).
The Silverhelm begins clearing out the tavern, now that it has been declared a crime scene. When he gets to your secluded table, he looks over it briefly, noticing that some of you are foreigners. "I don't suppose you know anything about all this? It really is rather shameful that our Silver City is torn apart by dissidents, not something we want foreigners to see."
"Eh, don't tear yourself up about it, Lord Captain. I have seen barfights end with a much bigger mess. They shouted something about a verdigris resistance and then that guy got grabbed by those vines. I didn't want to get involved."
in commonWell hello there, unfortunately we haven't seen much as the curtain was closed during the whole thing. We heard some commotion in the common room. Therefore we opened the curtain and we saw the vines grappling the men. A few seconds afterward he was dead.
he was an elf, Will. Captain, hello.
He says, a bit slurred. He also gives the Captain a sloppy sign of respect, then goes back to nursing his drink, and takes a bottle of the stronger drink as 'evidence'.