A woman lay on the floor exposed, weakly trying to pull herself up while salvaging what scraps of her clothing were left. In front of her, a large number of lightly armored individuals were trying to fight against a woman in a full suit of metal armor, wielding a hammer as large as she was. This woman's hair was an unmistakable pink color, bright and magical, and her laugh was boisterous and incredibly loud.
"Bwahahaha~! Ahahahaha~! Bandits! Hear me! Your villainous participation in slavery and its trades will end today!"
The voice was like a slide whistle, but the woman lying on the floor couldn't help but smile as she reached for her glasses, for the level of bravado was being matched with a level of skill she hadn't seen before.
After what seemed to be far too long, the last bandit fell, and the woman with the pink hair tossed the weapon aside, walking now over to the fallen woman. Crouching down, she extended a hand to the bespectacled woman.
"Hi, friend~! Just call me Marcie! You're safe now... Let's get you out of here, okay?"
Though she could still feel the grime of the past several weeks, the bespectacled woman stood up, using the pink haired woman's hand and body in full as a stabilizer.
"... ... ..."
She adjusted her glasses, finding herself falling out of consciousness again.
"Bwahaha~! It's okay, no need to talk right now. Just rest. I'll get you out. I promised someone a long time ago that I'd do so."
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Awaking from her short nap, the woman with glasses rubbed her eyes and climbed out of her bed. She had the dream again, a reminder of the situation she had been in, and of the woman who had been there to save her. She sighed, and walked to the window of her room, looking out at the city as people went by. The location was elevated, and she was thankful for it, as the view was always reassuring. Looking out over the city, she spied the central palace. That was where the Crown-Princess stayed, and where the center of power for the nation was.
Whenever she had that dream, she always found herself looking to the palace. She never knew why, but perhaps that was the fate of an Oracle, to see things and not understand any of it.
Inside a room at a high point inside that very palace, unaware of any observations of its grandeur, a maid bowed.
"Crown-Princess, I have been informed by the soldiers patrolling outside the city that four travelers matching descriptions you gave have been sighted near the city."
The Crown-Princess smiled, a very bold smirk on her face as she turned and pointed a finger at the maid.
"Excellent! Be sure to prepare the audience chamber at once! My throne must be free of blemishes, and I want the best treatment for those four while they are visiting me! Now hurry! They'll be inside the city soon."
As the maid left, the young princess turned to look out of her spire's window, quickly addressing another servant.
"Montgomery, pen a letter to the leader of Respite. The Guildmaster. She owes my mother a favor for taking the map. It's time I called upon that favor now. You know what to write."
As the servant bowed and left to go and pen the letter, the princess proceeded onto her balcony, to overlook the city.
"So, it begins. All is aligning with the prophecy the high priest has been speaking of. He told me there would be four heroes whom defied all odds against them, and they'd be the ones to take this map, this map left to my mother many years ago by that strange adventurer. Though my mother no longer rules, I do, and this map has been passed to me. My high priest tells me that the map is connected to the state of the world as it falls ever more into disrepair. Seeing what I have seen so fervently in my own dreams, I've no reason to disbelieve him.
I am Crown-Princess Estelle Brione, and this is the city of Elssel, the capital of my domain. A jewel of Arenstone, and one of the cities within built almost entirely out of the Etherstone that we are famous for, it is a city home to many guilds and taverns, thanks to the proximity we have to the Blackened Steps, a large and wide expanse of land filled with untold dangers and treasures. Coupled with the renowned welcoming of all cultures that my fair and just laws ensure, Elssel remains a bustling hub of merchants and citizens.
Within these walls, however, not everything is clean. Organizations operating outside of the laws, and their boundaries, are numerous, and collaborations with the very unscrupulous Zero to the east by those groups have made the city a dangerous place. Their existence confirms my dreams, and my high priest's claims.
In the wake of this, I can only trust that the rumors are not enough to deter the group of four uniquely chosen individuals, each bearing an important letter stamped with my signet. Whether they realize they are special, or figured they were just another nobody, none of them know what will be coming in the near future, not even as all four, brought by their own lives and backstories, find themselves standing together, just inside of the city walls with the front gate closing behind them, and the city full of opportunity before them.
All they know of each other is each other's names, and perhaps a bit of their stories and capabilities, but what is unmistakable is that all four hold a letter of summons from the Crown-Princess of Arenstone, that is, I, Estelle Brione, and that they are all requested to see me, together. The world's continued existence will hinge on them, for that is what the high priest has foretold, and what I have personally born witness to."
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Elssel Square District
The four of you find yourselves standing at the south end of a smaller district in the city of Elssel, with a letter of summons each in hand. The main travel hub for the city, the Square District provides direct access to carriage trains, horses, and boats. The front gate provides the way out of the city, and plenty of smaller general good stores dot the main streets. It was quite busy at the current time of day.
Immediately apparent is the large gate down the street directly north of where you stand, the imposing stone gates bearing a thin silver tint over their beige exterior, and guarded by two warriors armed with halberds. Each was fully armored, and looked rather stoic. Signs seemed to indicate it was the way to the Palace, which itself could be seen over the walls.
To the right, a popular tavern, The Book and Mug, seemed to be busy, with a line outside the door, to the distress of a few young barmaids trying to keep those waiting entertained. They seemed to be offering those waiting free samples of the local specials, and plenty of shot glasses of whatever the latest brew was. There was also access to one of the side streets in the city that would take you further into the Square District. Beyond that street, houses stood nondescript.
To the left, a small general storefront with arranged wears was run by a small green humanoid boasting a wide face, pointed ears, and sharp teeth in a smile mixed with beady red eyes. The wares looked to be of a decent quality, despite the vendor's appearance, and his sign advertised a sale of 20% off all purchases for all "Tribe Members". There was also a street leading further into the Square District. Beyond that street, more wooden arrangements with people talking among each other beside and between the houses standing there.
North Exit: Palace District
West Exit: Square District Westside
East Exit: Square District Eastside
South Exit: Elssel Outskirts
Walking into Elssel Square District came a flamboyantly dressed caravan man, with long curly hair underneath his headscarf, his handsome mustache shining in the sun, and more than just a twinkle in his eyes. Davian Dreamspun once again appeared in Essel, this time without his family's caravan. At that thought, a twinge of regret shadowed his face. But Davian always knew better events were on the horizon, and apparently meeting the crown-princess was one of them. Twirling his mustache and occasionally checking his appearance in pots and other shiny surfaces for sale, the cleric made his way to the North Exit, touching his summons in his pocket from time to time.
Mostly cheerful, but a little wary, Zaeta walks into the square and immediately sees the goblin's shop. She walks up and addresses the proprietor.
Hey, do you have a 10-foot pole for sale? I've heard you shouldn't leave home without one.
If he has one, she flashes him a smile and asks,
Can I get the tribe member's discount?
She doesn't know if she is really going to use it, but she always wanted to see if they were actually useful, and felt an urge to try it out.
Plus, buying things helps to cheer her up and distract her from her problems. In this case, the summons. The Crown Princess could be a totally cool person, but her family has never had much luck with the law or authority figures, so she isn't sure how it will go.
Dragging her feet even more, Zaeta ducks her head into some of the unmarked shops to see what is for sale and to see if anyone has fried bread, which she loves.
Her browsing and mundane purchases unfortunately don't stop that knot in her stomach from continuing to grow, so she decides to get it over with. She heads north, towards the Palace District.
Lady Zal rode her horse into the city, finding boring for it by the gate house. She took the few things she needed out of the saddle bags, slipped them into the magic pouch on her belt and then walked into the heart of the city.
The letter she had got a few days ago, was critic but a job was a job, He was a Lady in title only. The mean wealth of the family going to her brother. She did not main, unlike her sister she had not option for the security of wedding wealth. No she liked her work and enjoyed doing it, the payment for it just aided her in finding more. But this was an odd one. She was being ask for not just her investigating skills but also her military ones. It would be interesting to hear the full proposal. She thought all this while making her way to Elssel Square District. The city had not changed much in the years she since the last time she was here. There where the family stalls and shops she had noted form last time. Some new ones she had not seen before. The throng around her was nice to be in. She liked perturbations like this, it felt alive, full of trails and events. Her uniform and manner helped with her walk, it parted the ways and fellow street walked spotted and in saw, Military office type and moved aside. Her only weapon was a combat knife in one boot. She found the those that walked around bristling weapons seldom know how to use them in a real combat situation. They had watched to-may gladiatorial games and did not yet know the difference between looking dangerous and being dangerous.
Her hand shot out and the halfling beggar who's hand was now resting on her belt, looked up into the half-Drow eyes of Lady Zal and understood, what dangerous looked like. He seemed to shrink and her eyes board into him. She yanked him to her and whispered into his ears.
"If I see you again, I will cut off your hands and nail them to your forehead. Do I make myself Clear."
She let his hand go and watch him run away into the mass of stalls.
He would not feel the city, he would be in a guild, she did not care, what he would do is warn others not to touch the lady in a uniform and that is all she wanted.
She spotted the The Book and Mug, looked like the place to be so she walked over to hear the local chatter.
Getting up to speed on local gossip, she left and made her way to the Palace District. If the prince wanted to see her, she had best not keep him waiting.
A young dirty blonde woman with a rather full backpack struts through the Elssel Square District, occasionally stopping to look around.
She is dressed in leather boots with brown pants and a brown top. The glint of chainmail can be seen beneath her clothes although she doesn’t appear to be holding any weapons.
Cara Thrace wore a deep frown. That morning when she had gone to put on her leather boots she had felt and unpleasant squash as her foot. When she took off her boot, her foot was covered with the guts of an unsuspecting grasshopper and so was her boot. After she had managed to clean up the surprisingly resilient mess, she received the summons to the Crown-Princess herself. This hadn’t helped with Cara’s frown. She wasn’t angry, but more confused with a hint of worry.
She then looks to the tavern. A frown. And then to the Palace. Then back to the tavern. Stoic. Then to the salesman. Then back again to the tavern. A hint of a smile. She looks to around her at all the passersby. Then looks at the tavern once more, eyes narrowing for a moment.
With a wild grin, Cara Thrace stomps past the line and into the Book and Mug, places five gold on the bar and boasts:
”5 crowns to the next person who beats me at arm wrestling!”
After her announcement, but before she receives a response, she motions to the barkeep and asks while handing him a gold piece:
”Get me a mug of your best… Actually make it two."
Davian
Many gave Davian an odd look due to his mannerisms. No one seemed to make a fuss, however, and if anything, a few girls he passed by would wave at him, or giggle at his antics. He'd soon find himself at the north gate.
One of the guards cautioned Davian as the other guard watched him intently. They seemed lax compared to what would be expected of guards, but each one looked and sounded like they could bully a bear, and were likely as strong. No doubt the city was safe.
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Zaeta
The Goblin merchant looks up at you and grins a wide grin, responding in the same tongue you used.
"Gretch ab many polz, many lengds! Ten foot polz Gretch az! Most useful item! Basic polz cost wun silva, unlez ya ab banna badge fer Gretch tribe, den eight coppa instead! If ya donz ab banna badge, ya git wun if ya wan, den git lessa price roight away! Fancy polz more expensiv!"
It seems whatever you tried doing wasn't going to get him to budge. Lacking a banner badge, the price seemed to be one silver piece. The Goblin handed you a crudely drawn list that listed his available poles.
Gretch'z Polz
Wud Pole - 1sp
Metul Pole - 1sp
Bon' Pole - 5cp
Shinaz pole - 3sp
Supa Shinaz pole - 1gp
Trimmin' Pole - 2sp
Arkaik Pole - 1000gp, 1sp
Demun Pole - 3sp
Midrul Pole - 8000gp, 1sp
Adamantin Pole - 16000gp, 1sp
Each pole was host to wildly varying designs. One was a spiral striped white pole with red and blue striping, while another looked ornate, as if it was a re-purposed pillar. One still had etchings of demonic faces in it, and another was gold encrusted.
Whatever your decision, none of the shops had fried bread on hand. At the gates at the north, you see a man being cautioned by the guards.
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Zal-Azra Qlin-Zra
The local chatter brought up a few interesting topics of conversation in your eavesdropping. While most were easy to decipher as being general gossip, a few threads stood out, rumor laden as they came across.
"Have you been to Brigark's Home for the Children?"
"Can't say I have. I've no desire to instill hope in the poor kids there, since I won't be adopting anytime soon. Can't stand kids."
"Well, I was walking by there a few nights ago, and the place seemed eerily abandoned. The usual guard standing outside seemed different, almost cruel in his expressions, and there was this atmosphere that I couldn't shake!"
"Huh, you drink too much sometimes, Oima! Best lay off the ale! Hahahaha!"
When you arrive at the gate leading to the Palace District, you can see a man being cautioned by the guards.
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Cara Thrace
Cara's challenge is met by a man who boasts that a girl can't defeat him, though with two drinks under her belt, she didn't even have to try to overpower him, earning a solid 10gp in return as he gives over his 5gp. Though free to turn them down, a couple of other bar goers seem to want an autograph of some kind from you.
In any case, the man left afterwards, and so did Cara, who, in her tipsy stupor, sees that a man and two women are being cautioned by guards at the gate to the palace district.
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The guards took note of the four of you.
"Good day, travelers! You are entering the Palace District, so no funny business! We've had a few suspicious types try and cause trouble. They are locked up in the city dungeons. Best you not join them."
The guards then proceeded to give directions of the major points within the district, namely one of the banks, the Palace itself, and a couple of expensive specialty shops, as well as one of the orphanages in the city.
As they start to caution her, she takes out her warrant documents and the letter of invite, showing its seal. She shows them and says.
"Stand down men, you have no need to worry about me."
As she says this she striated her uniform and casting prestidigitation to clean it. Then she takes note of the man being talked by the another two guards.
"Suspicious types you say, in what way precisely?"
She walked slowly over getting close to the man being cautioned. She observers him and his mannerisms.
Zaeta is astounded at the fine selection of ten foot poles in stock. She casts detect magic to see if any of them are magical. Although she has never heard of a magic ten foot pole, she also never knew there were so many kinds, so she checks.
In Goblin:
A bone pole? How in the world...? What animal would...? Does "shinaz" mean shiny?
If none are magical, she buys the best made wooden one he has (perhaps the one with demon carvings? I think that is the only other wood one).
If one of them is magic and is less than a thousand gold, she buys it. If one is and it is that amount or over, she notes it in her journal to come back for if she has time.
She walks on, using her new pole as a walking stick. She is disappointed that no one has fried bread. What kind of backward hole doesn't have fried bread?
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After listening to the guards, she wonders what they think is suspicious, but decides asking about that might make them suspicious of her, so she just moves on. She still has an urge to distract herself, so she heads for the orphanage. If they are organized, like her orphanage was, to pickpocket the town, she might be able to get some information there about this princess.
Davian
Many gave Davian an odd look due to his mannerisms. No one seemed to make a fuss, however, and if anything, a few girls he passed by would wave at him, or giggle at his antics. He'd soon find himself at the north gate.One of the guards cautioned Davian as the other guard watched him intently. They seemed lax compared to what would be expected of guards, but each one looked and sounded like they could bully a bear, and were likely as strong. No doubt the city was safe.
As he makes his way to the North Exit, Davian notices some of the attention he is receiving, and gives a wink and a"Good morning, ladies", to those who wave hello.
"Good day, travelers! You are entering the Palace District, so no funny business! We've had a few suspicious types try and cause trouble. They are locked up in the city dungeons. Best you not join them."
Spreading his hands in front of him, like a gambler revealing a winning hand of cards, the suspicious man replies, "Gentlemen, although I am sure the rumors of how cleanly the city dungeons are true, I sadly can't fit just a detour into my schedule. My apologizes".
The cleric notices the severe looking half-drow looking at him with a critical eye.
"Good morning, dear lady. It would appear we are both to have an audience with the princess this day. I could not help but notice your use of the fine presdigitation spell I've heard so much about. If you feel inclined, though I would take no offense if you didn't, could you apply that spell to me. I only wish to look my best before royalty."
After defeating her opponent in her challenge, Cara, being a little tipsy, takes the 5 gold, signs the autographs with the name Jane Doe and walks out, 4 gp richer.
She busts out of the tavern, looks around the city, then heads north to the guardsmen. As she gets closer, she begins to focus a bit more on her surroundings, seeing some very conspicuous company.
Cara clenches her fists.
After listening to how the other three speak to the guards, Cara presents her summons to both guards, and walks straight through the gates without saying a word. Cara had never once been through these gates in her entire life. As soon as she enters, she stops, smiles, and looks around.
But, as the wonder and excitement fades, her old memories return and with them her frown. Cara then sets a brisk pace toward the Palace to await her summons.
Lady Zal has to move back as a young human female briskly walks past.
Show noted the woman but then moves back too face Davian, then before she even stop it she smiled like a young elf, and was that a little blush. She froze and A puzzled look moves the smile quickly off her face.
How in the hell's did he do that to me, magic? no something other
She looked again at him, and she could feel it, she liked this man, no not man, his eyes. No he was something other like her, but more so. What, well she would have to find out. Get to know him.
"The letter, you saw my letter and so you have one the same. I only showed the seal, so you must know what's in the letter. The only way you could know that is if you have one just like it. And so we do indeed have the same appointment"
She waves the guards away, and says a powerword to clean him from head to foot with Prestidigitation.
"Yes when meeting a prince one needs to look ones best."
She smiled this time and it was her that drove it. She offed out her hand.
"Lady Zal-Azra Qilin-Zra, but Lady Zal will do and you are?"
As the arcane syllable leaves the half-elf's lips, the suspicious man's personage begins to change: clothes straighten and freshen, hair glistens clean, and rugged cheeks made smooth as if freshly shaven.
Astounded, the cleric looks down at his improved appearance and quickly smells the collar of his shirt.
"Mmm. Minty", the native outsider said to himself.
"Thank you, dear lady, thank you", expressed a profoundly happy cleric. "An amazing feat!"
Lady Zal-Azra offered her hand to the caravan man, and he took it with a flourish. Giving it a gentle shake, the cleric also bend down to give it a gentle kiss. As the man let go of the half-elf's sweet-smelling hand, we pulled his silver holy symbol of Desna from behind his arcanely-cleaned armor.
"My name is Davian Dreamspun, humble servant of The Song of the Spheres and The Tender of Dreams, Desna. At your service, Lady Zal."
She nods and smiles more, as the symbol of Desna,
So that's how he did it, god touched."
"A follower of Desna, well lets hope your mistress looks over our travels Davian. Come I will show you the way, I know the Prince, well knew him when he was younger."
She indicates he would walk by her side, she nods to the guards as they leave the gate."[/b]
Once they are out of ear shoot if them she says.
"I once helped with a small problem of an assassins body being found in the palace grounds. So hear me, no walking off and exploring in the palace, or you will end up like dead like the hapless assassin."
She nods at two Noble men she passes.
"The Batalon Brothers, wealthy traders and land owners. The eldest likes his drink a little to much and younger cheats at cards when he can get away with it."
She chuckles
"So Davian Dreamspun, humble servant of The Song of the Spheres and The Tender of Dreams, Desna, what's your story, The prince would not have called you unless you have a talent he needs. So what is it, Seducer, map maker, spy? or some other skill"
She walked and looked ahead but her words where for him.
Davian listens intently to Lady Zal's words, particularly noting the younger Batalon's propensity for cheating at cards.
"So Davian Dreamspun, humble servant of The Song of the Spheres and The Tender of Dreams, Desna, what's your story, The prince would not have called you unless you have a talent he needs. So what is it, Seducer, map maker, spy? or some other skill"
"Seducer?! Goodness, dear lady", turned the cleric in exaggerated shock! "I see my first impression has labelled me a scoundrel in your eyes. I only meant to show someone of your rank her due. Oh! The dreadful things you must think I am capable of", said Davian slyly. "No, Lady Zal. I imagine should the Court need a seducer, a well-trained Calistrian would do the job admirably." Hmm. Me thinks I've gotten 'under the skin' of this noblewoman. We'll see where Desna takes the day.
"In all honest, I do not know why I have been summoned to an audience with the crown-princess. Perhaps the prince needs some help interpreting a dream from Desna. Or I am to be asked to help in some form of dispute, something I have been asked many times by various caravan companies. It can't be due to my prowess at games of chance."Looking to Lady Zal, Davian asks, "What about you, dear lady. Why do you think we are both summoned before the throne?"
She chuckles a little at his words.
"Methinks the boy doth protest too much"
Be when he talks of why she is here.
"Davian, They only ever ask for me when normal resolution paths are closed. When the proverbial excrement is just about to impact the air best cooling device. So pucker up your backside, if we are asked to work as a team, its going to be one hell's of a ride."
She says evenly, like its a speech she has given many times before.
She chuckles a little at his words.
"Methinks the boy doth protest too much"
Be when he talks of why she is here.
"Davian, They only ever ask when normal resolution roots are closed and the proverbial Manure is just about to impact the air best cooling device. So pucker up your backside, if we are asked to work as a team, its going to be one hell's of a ride."
She says evenly, like its a speech she has given many times before.
"Bold words from a no-doubt bold woman", Davian concedes. "So what does your family do? They are surely not one's of the 'idle nobility'."
She have a half smile at his question.
"Any bard in any inn in this city will tell you about the Nobel Qlin-Zra's My full blooded elf half-Brother is the new Lord and head of the family now that my father has passed on. To my brother all the title, wealth and lands. My half-elf Half-sister is married, I think now to the princes trade minister. They will tell you all about them, but no so much of their younger sister."
She points to herself as she walks.
"Of me very few words will be spoken. It's as if I did not exist at all. And in truth, I like it just that way."
She looks around up at the high noble houses.
"Let them flutter in front of the masses and sparkle in front of our fellow nobles. I can think of a life no more duller than that. Flitting from one dinner party to another."
Her head comes down and she looks over at Davian
"Yes I have the title, but trust me, when your nee deep in mud, at the bottom of battle field trench. It counts for nothing. Only living and dying counts. And that gifts one a great clarity of selflessness, and what one is truly worth."
She is deadly serous when she says this last part. Then her mood lightens.
"So what of you, I would expect you to be in with more company. Yet your alone. Tell me something of your past"
"Hmm." Davian thinks. "I was born into the Dreamspun caravan with as much love and caring as any boy could ask for from a large extended family. We traveled all the known trade routes in Arenstone and some unknown. I always felt a strong affection for our patron goddess, so I took the vows and became her cleric. As much as I would love to have stayed among my brothers and sisters, Desna saw different plans for me. I have been on my own for nearly a year until I received the summoning in my pocket which brought me here to 'rub elbows' with arcane noblewomen", grinned Davian.
"Lady Zal, as a noblewoman, do you have full access to the Palace District or only at certain times, like meeting with royalty? I am fully uninitiated with this district and it's rules", admits Davian.
"Arr that's a complicated one, you have just seen how one can get access to the streets if your a none resident. As a noble woman, and a known one, I can have no problem there, but the lower classes and outsiders. Well you need a residents or official invitation. Then inside some larger houses and apartments communities have there own security. The palace itself, well you will see when we get there."
She points out at a few places as she talks.
Now she had had time to observe him she hazarded a guess
"So the eyes, not human, planes touched I would guess, but with something more witch I cant make out yet."
The cleric smiles and nods. "You are quite observant, Lady Zal. Yes, my 'night sky' eyes do mark me as an aasimar, but luckily not too much. I have heard of other poor aasimar with halos and golden skin and metallic silver hair. Thankful my features have not place a barrier between myself and other people."
"Something I imagine you understand all too well, my lady", cautiously adds Davian.
Try as she might she could not help but like this Davian. He was a refreshing change from the back sliding officials and bureaucrats she had had to deal with of late. What you saw is what you go with him.
"Yes Davian I do."
She looks a little resigned then chuckles.
"You must have heard the bards sing this one. It's quit the clique. The Drow Matron, who came to the surface world seeking a trade deal between two Noble houses. One above and one below. How the head of the above house meets and falls in love with her. How he is desperate to keep her above ground. So he hides in the contract she signs a commitment to marry him and have a child. How she is enraged to have been tricked. But she has to do both. For the sake of her house and standing. How once both where done she left. Leaving the child and vowing to never come back. Her new husband broken heart, wasted away, the child left alone in the world."
She huff and says
"All very sad and tragic and utter BS. Truth is she liked him, Father was one hell's of a charming womanizer, mother was just one more conquest that got a little out of hand. She told me she left me with him to keep me safe. It seems that back home, my elder sisters may have sort to do me a little harm."
She leaves it at that, the streets now are clean, the odd park and people walking, taking the air. A few look there way. The colorful caravaire and the Drow looking elf in a uniform. Not something you see everyday.
"Wait, I just want to go in here."
She walk into a small bistro restaurant, a few minutes later she comes back out, holding two simple clay mugs and two small brown bags.
"They make the best coffee here, and the spice cakes, here try one"
She hands one mug and brown paper bag to Davin. The mug has hot sweet coffee and the bag holds a small bun like cake with a gold leaf crown placed on it.
"They are called Princess-buns, I wan't tell you how much the cost but they are the best cakes in the city."
She takes a seat outside the bistro.
"Let's sit a while, we'er in now rush, and if the price and sent for you and me then he has more than likely sent for others. Knowing him, he will have some mission he needs people like us for. And he tends to make them bigger then two, so lets see who shows up with a letter."
She points with mug in hand across the square to where the main entrance to the palace is. It was no accident she picked this spot to get coffee.
Zaeta
The Orphanage itself was easily located, as the large vintage sign outside gave its building away, but it seemed access to the side of the district it was on was currently restricted, as two guards blocked your path.
"Halt! Under the order of the Guard Captain, the north side of the Palace District is off limits to the general public while the City Guard conducts an official investigation into a spate of robberies in the area."
The large armored men brandished their halberds together in a cross pattern to form a blocking motion.
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At this point, the four of you could see that the Palace District was a lightly traveled area of the city, with the centerpiece being the royal palace itself, a large castle-like construction that showcased the best masonry work in the city. Though the north side was currently off limits, the palace itself was still accessible, if guarded heavily, and the eastern exit into the Market District seemed open.
Not too long after Zal and Davian sat to wait, a Human man would approach the group of you; all four of you, dressed formally as though he were a butler of some kind. His black hair was medium length and woven into a ponytail. He was tall, perhaps just past six feet, and gave a small bow of his head as he approached.
"Pardon my interruption, but it seems the four of you have arrived. Excellent! Please follow me. I am Jaseonus, a servant of the Crown-Princess herself, and I will escort all of you the rest of the way. She has been eagerly anticipating your presence."
The butler turned around to lead the four of you to the palace should you choose to follow.
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Inside the grandiose palace, the decoration was one that set standards for nobility of all stripes. Perfectly crafted masonry was present in every pillar and tile, and the drapes and awnings framing windows were luxurious and made of high quality materials. Flower vases and other such displays were numerous, and chandeliers were plentiful. Artwork adorned walls, much of it looking expensive.
The butler addressed two Halflings that stood awaiting his return it seemed.
"You two, make yourselves useful, okay? Make sure the tea and refreshments are prepared as the Princess had demanded. I'll be escorting the group to her throne room."
As the Halflings scurried off, the butler lead you on a trip down a long hall before he brought your group into the main throne room.
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The Throne Room
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The throne room itself was a work of art, with extravagant purples and reds involved in all the upholstery and carpeting, as well as the gold trimming everywhere to signify wealth. At the apex of the room was a throne, and seated upon it a younger looking girl.
Her hair was brown, but with a fiery reddish tint, and her glasses and freckles made for a more intellectual, if disarming, look. She was dressed in a regal outfit, a lush red, green, and purple dress, with gold trimming. Her crown was designed to match, and was a simple, but effective affair. She was brandishing a scepter, which looked like a stonework affair, ornately decorated and colored with the same royal hues. It's head was a smoothly polished, spherical piece of stone.
To the left of her seat, a man wearing long vestments of a holy nature stood, his mitre complimenting in its tallness. He had scrolls under one arm, and looked pretty old, with his white hair and beard giving away his age. He turned to look at your group as you stood before the girl, almost as if assessing your worth.
To the girl's right, two more figures stood. One of them was a girl with a fierce look on her face, brimming with a level of confidence in her stance. Her youthfulness worked with her lighter armor and her lengthy sword, though they remained made of stone. They looked no less effective than any metal would be.
The second figure was a standing set of bones armed and armored. The armor seemed to be made of stone, and its weapons seemed particularly noteworthy for their design, sculpted too out of stone. Though the weapons were not drawn, it nonetheless stood out just for being what it was amid the others present.
Lastly, two more servants were present, one a Halfling, and the other an Elf, both of whom were male, and seemed collected for what it was worth.
With the four of you brought before her, Jaseonus walked forward and bowed with formality, as any butler would.
"Crown-Princess, I present to you the four you had requested."
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Zaeta bows at the waist to the princess, and then to each of the others, naming them as she does so.
Crown-Princess Brione, High Priest Lewant, Oligoi Gubain, Oligoi Deathbone
After bowing to everyone, she turns back to the Crown-Princess and says
May I ask why we have been summoned?
"All very sad and tragic and utter BS. Truth is she liked him, Father was one hell's of a charming womanizer, mother was just one more conquest that got a little out of hand. She told me she left me with him to keep me safe. It seems that back home, my elder sisters may have sort to do me a little harm."
Davian nods as he listens. Hence, she is rightfully wary of 'seducers'.
"Wait, I just want to go in here."
She walk into a small bistro restaurant, a few minutes later she comes back out, holding two simple clay mugs and two small brown bags.
"They make the best coffee here, and the spice cakes, here try one"
She hands one mug and brown paper bag to Davin. The mug has hot sweet coffee and the bag holds a small bun like cake with a gold leaf crown placed on it.
"They are called Princess-buns, I wan't tell you how much the cost but they are the best cakes in the city."
Davian chuckles with delight at the unexpected treat. "Wow! Thank you very much, Lady Zal." The cleric deeply breathes in the fresh smell of pastry and beverage. "Mmm. They smell good!"
Both caravan man and noble lady sit down together an enjoy a nice repast.-------
Shortly after the coffee and pastry have been enjoyed, both Lady Zal and Davian are directed to enter the Palace. Once inside the iconic Arenstone castle, Davian is amazed at all the finery on display. Making sure his hands were behind his back, the cleric looks intently at every artistic choice the royal decorators made. Along with Lady Zal, two other women wait to be ushered into the throne room; The intimidating muscular woman who both cleric and noblewoman met in passing and an aluring spear-wielder in traveling garb. Being a little intimidated by his surroundings, Davian makes quick and quiet greeting to the two newcomers.
"Crown-Princess, I present to you the four you had requested."
Davian takes a small step back to bow his head deeply to the queen, and folding his hands together in front of him, the cleric greets the high priest with a respectful universal nod of acknowledgement between the faiths.
"Davian Dreamspun, cleric of Desna, at your service, your Royal Highness."
She was having a nice moment with Davian when she spotted Jaseonus walking their way, he was with two others she did not know. Getting to the table he gave his little speech and lead them all off to the palace.
Entering she handed over her weapons on request and followed the others into the The throne room.
The throne room itself, humm so not a secret mission but a public one. Hopefully a diplomatic one but lets see.
As they walked in she placed to memory the faces around them, who was in and who was out at the court. A few faces she know well, and with a shock she spotted her brother off to one side.
Checking to see the family dose it's duty, have no fear brother, I will not shame you here today
Then on and up to the throne itself, unlike the others she had been here before. So she waited until they had shown defiance. Then she stepped up in-front of the her Royal Highness.
and unlike the others again, her name was read out to indicate her class and that it was her turn to step forward and formally present herself.
"The Lady Zal-Azra Qlin-Zra your highness."
Power, ruling and having power is all about projection, no one would follow anyone if they did not respect them or the power they held. And this pomp and theater was the way to get the masses to respect power. The ruling class itself lead the act, they knew more than anyone respect if shown by the powerful to the powerful will propitiate the idea of power itself.
She took a step forward and snapped to attention, the her arm shooting up in a crisp salute, and then down just as fast back down. A bow of her head to the Crown-Princess.
Head still bowed she spoke
"Your most majestic Crown-Princess Brione, undisputed and most beloved ruler of Arenstone. I stand before a humble representative of the Noble house of Qlin-Zra. Here as commanded to do your bidding as is my duty and my Honor your majesty."
The pantomime of power over, She once bowed her head and stepped back joining the others.
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Cara looks at the girl wielding stone and begins to size her up. She looks from the toes slowly up to the head and back down to the toes. She looks at the stone armor. She looks at the stone sword.
She looks like she could be fun in a fight. I wonder if she's too slow in that armor...
Cara assesses the other three as they bow to the princess. And slowly realizes that it may be wise for her to do the same.
Cara, somewhat awkwardly and apprehensively attempts to bow to the princess. As she looks up, Cara watches the princess very closely for a moment.
Then she gets straight to the point and speaks:
"Ma'am, Why the hell am I here?"
Standing back Lady Zal looks on as the you rag-tag looking human female is all but insulting to the Princess, but she had to admit she was thinking the very same thing, what in the hells where they doing here?.
She glanced over at here brother, now not so worried, but she could tell he was also thinking the same thing, but with the added worry of how this was going to impact the family name. It was then she wished her sister was here, maybe she was, just looking on from a hidden space.
"Crown-Princess Brione, High Priest Lewant, Oligoi Gubain, Oligoi Deathbone. May I ask why we have been summoned?"
The Princess spoke a reply.
"In short, it will be revealed. Allow the others to finish their introductions if they have any."
Her eyes particularly focused on the charming man standing before her.
"Davian Dreamspun, cleric of Desna, at your service, your Royal Highness."
"A pleasure, Davian."
Jaseonus made a special point with the next one.
"This one is the Lady Zal-Azra Qlin-Zra your highness. Of the Qlin-Zra hous-"
The Princess snapped back.
"Were you addressed, Jaseonus? You did your part bringing them before me. Allow the noble lady to present herself. I will see the nobility do their part in showing deference to me."
"I apologize, Crown-Princess."
"Your most majestic Crown-Princess Brione, undisputed and most beloved ruler of Arenstone. I stand before a humble representative of the Noble house of Qlin-Zra. Here as commanded to do your bidding as is my duty and my Honor your majesty."
"A humble introduction. Characteristic, but perhaps warranting of caution for it? A smaller house it may be, it is no less influential."
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"Ma'am, Why the hell am I here?"
"You are here because I demanded so as your ruler! Your treatment toward myself will affect my treatment of you, so remember your station! I will let that remark slide this time out of my own benevolence, but consider yourself warned!"
After her remarks, Akrisa scowled, as if wanting to take offense to the lady who just sized her up, stared down her liege, and then made an insulting remark.
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With the introduction out of the way, the Princess continued.
"Now that you all are here, I shall answer your questions. Firstly, I am Crown-Princess Brione Estelle of Arenstone. I have chosen each of you upon solid recommendations to carry out a task that I feel only you can."
She brandished a rolled up map, the tattered scroll looking incredibly dusty and weathered.
"This map is a special one. Supposedly, my best appraisers tell me it is linked to treasures that are connected to this world's well being, as they have sealed away and undone whatever events threatened the world centuries ago.
However, the seal will only last so long, according to my own investigations into the matter. The last time the artifacts were gathered to replenish their power was the time of the last cataclysm, about 900 years ago.
In the century leading up to that time, events detrimental to all that is good and just in society more than tripled in frequency, and with the recent upswing in wicked individuals and injustice across the world happening now, I fear we may be approaching the fated time once more.
In that past, four individuals came together to reseal the evil force, and so I want to make sure it gets done right with four more."
She seemed rather grim now.
"Thus, I have chosen the four of you, based on the recommendations and assessments given to me by all my advisers, to take this map and solve the mysteries in it. Find the artifacts, and renew the seal. Though the public, nay, the world, does not know of the approaching cataclysm, they will soon if the course to stop it is not begun."
The Princess stepped forward toward Davian, placing the map in his hands.
"That is my task for the four of you, a royal appointment, if not decree! However, I will not send you off without aid. I want you to visit the guild hall of the local Mercenary Guild called Respite.
I am friends with the Guildmaster, and she owes me a favor. That favor has been called upon, and that is one that she will ensure your success in this task. Take to her guild's many amenities and training; consider it your second home even, until the task is through."
With the willful and determined look returning, the Princess returned to her throne, turning to face the four of you.
"Any further questions? If not, then proceed with your task! I have marked the guild hall upon your own maps of the town. The Guildmaster is unmistakable; you can't miss her."
Her eyes particularly focused on the charming man standing before her.
"Davian Dreamspun, cleric of Desna, at your service, your Royal Highness.""A pleasure, Davian."
Davian smiled inwardly for the complement.
"Were you addressed, Jaseonus? You did your part bringing them before me. Allow the noble lady to present herself. I will see the nobility do their part in showing deference to me."
"I apologize, Crown-Princess.""You are here because I demanded so as your ruler! Your treatment toward myself will affect my treatment of you, so remember your station! I will let that remark slide this time out of my own benevolence, but consider yourself warned!"
The cleric winced both times Crown-Princess Brione Estelle barked her dismay. Okay. The rumors are true. The Princess is not someone to mettle with.
The Princess stepped forward toward Davian, placing the map in his hands.
Davian instinctively bows to the princess as he presents the map to him.
Without fanfare, the caravan man open the map carefully but fully should the others wish to glance at it.After a few moments, Davian ventures a question.
"Your Highness, how much were you and your court able to determine the natures of the seals needed to lock the artifacts down, or is that part of the map's'mysteries' you spoke of?"
Lady Zal thought to herself
Will this was a shocker, I royal quest, something out of a child's story book, or bardic tale. and all in public, why?
Interesting
She lifted her mind to that level of thinking needed for ones in her craft. And time slowed, a map was being handed over, but breath swallowed and slowed, she refocused from the room. She entered her mind palace where a simulacrum was playing back of what had just been said. The view point changed as she remembered those looking on.
Why in public, look at the faces of this court, all ears, some taking great note of what is being said. whisper'ers there and there. Why such a disparate group, more then normal I would wager. Coverage!, The princess wants all to know what she has sent in motion, she wants the word out about this. Stating for all to hear just what she wants us to do. Even flashing he map around. All so public, then telling all where we will be next. Why?"
The mines eye image moves to those by the thrown.
Digging up a 900 year old fairy tale, gods, her public standing must be down. What taxes to high, bad harvest, or just a spate of crime of late? What ever its is she wants to be seen to be doing something to address the "Evil dores in her realm." Arrr could be a political crackdown. Some decenting voices out there then your highness. So you want a mean to arrest them, what better way then to blame an old evil. Nice very nice. Or this could all be real, in which case we'er bait, a misdirect, something like this would have been done in secret, in fact it must have been. With the real group and the real map. What better way to cover what they are doing then have 4 fools like us follow a whiled fox trail around while letting all known we hunt it. Nice, I would respect it if... arr she looked at the adviser now. Her highpants had cut him off, why because she and he know I would have worked this out, clever, They know I will know, they also know I will do as told, do may part in this be it a publicity stunt to fain, my bonds to my house making it so, thats what she meant with, 'A smaller house it may be, it is no less influential' I see"
She looked over at her brother,
"so that is why he is here, my actions here buys favor with the crown. A done deal with dear brother selling his sister, what he will not do for coin and power. Well played brother, well played you get me out they way for a seat at the big table. So what to do,"
Her mind raced down all the possibilities,
"I'm locked into this, so plan humm, I have to play along, but who said anything about playing to lose, if is for publicity and winning back trust, then all we need do is find an artifact, she it will safe us from the bad event and live up the good life. If we fail the princess will just say we where not the true hero and pick 4 more smucks. No if that map is fake we just play along as well, but IF that map is NOT a fake or a true copy then we have a chance there, if its a fake, then we have to get our hands on the real one, and hide it will. I know how to do that, so next, we are bait, to distract from the real team doing this, so we play that up. Do our job and lead the bad guys to us. Because if the good guys us all looking for the artifacts then the bad guys are as well, and they will have found clues as well. If they come after us, and we can capture them, we can extract what they know. A heads up on team A, so Team B I have a plan"
Time speeded up once more and the room came back into focus.
She looked at the map and in that moment memorised it.
It was never a good idea to turn you back on the thrown but Lady Zal moved to look at the map in such a way she could scan the room. She was looking for those paying a little bit to much attention to what they where doing.
The a deep bow to the princess.
"Your highness you honor house Qlin-Zra greatly with this task. I will do my utmost for for-full this most solemn duty, even until death as I know my fellows will. For your words are law and all must obey them dread majesty."
The bow came up once more and she looks at Davian.
"Davian I think it best we ask such things of the Princesses history and book scholars after this ordnance. Our most noble Princesses time is presonus to her subjects, and we should not wast it on questions best asked to those paid employed to answer them. Is this not true lord Jaseonus"
She looks over at the Jaseonus when she says this.
Welcome to the great game Davian, time to learn how to play. I want to get him on his own to find out what is really going on here."
She thought to herself.
Cara never did like bullies. What she saw in front of her was a woman ordering people around because she thought she knew better than them. Cara always used to solve these sort of bully situations with her fists.
Cara clenched her fists.
Cara thought about, she most certainly did. However, Cara was not stupid. She knew how to hold her tongue. Some fights aren't worth fighting. Seeing the look from Akrisa, Cara scowled right back at her and then held her look for most of the princesses speech. While hearing the mission that she was being assigned, Cara's defiance and anger slowly melted into interest guarded by suspicion.
Cara moved to huddle around the map with the rest of them. Struggling to get a good look at what she had been assigned, Cara spoke toward the Desnan:
"Is there any chance I could take a look at the map?"
"Of course", smiled Davian, as he placed the right side of the map in Cara's callused hands, so now both were holding the map.
Well, there's no getting out of this thought Zaeta.
Insane to choose me, but not like I have a choice. She obviously isn't listening to any objections. Best to just go along, keep my head down, and hope the others in the group aren't idiots.
As soon as they were released, Zaeta starts to leave the throne room, thinking that waiting until they are outside to look at the map or ask questions of her new teammates would be best. No need to tempt fate. At least she might make some money... or wait, would she? It would be just like a noble to ask something for nothing in return. That needed to be clarified.
Reluctantly, Zaeta stops before exiting and asks Begging your pardon, Princess, but what are we to be paid for this task?
Reluctantly, Zaeta stops before exiting and asks Begging your pardon, Princess, but what are we to be paid for this task?
Davian cringed inwardly. We are the apparent 'saviors of the world'. Our ultimate reward is the continuation of the world. The cleric braces himself for the crown-princess's retort.
Cara looks at the map for a bit.
Then she looks up at the other three, seeming to assess them for a moment before saying:
"No use staying here, lets head to Respite and get this show on the road."
"Begging your pardon, Princess, but what are we to be paid for this task?"
The princess somehow kept her composure.
"You are now on your first strike. I'd suggest you continue with your task, after which completed, payment will be appropriated."
Akrisa and Deathbone also seemed to hold themselves back, though Akrisa drew her sword and gestured with it. She sounded young still, though she looked older than the princess be a fair enough margin.
"How dare you make assumptions that Lady Brione would ask without offering in return! She would never stoop to the level of Lord Vermont!"
Deathbone would turn and grab Akrisa's sword, forcibly lowering it. Then, a voice speaking Common came from the skeleton, the voice itself sounding very raspy and metallic, monotonous and breathy in equal measure. It's tone never altered to any significant degree.
"Akrisa... You must not be rash. They have not made... any assault on Lady Brione."
With a grimace, the woman sheathed her sword.
"Right, Deathbone. Still a jerk move!"
"Lady Brione sees promise in them... Is it not the same promise she saw in you those years ago? I would... have killed you then, if she had not seen your talent with the blade... as you tried to take her life."
That seemed to make Akrisa freeze and grimace, clenching her teeth, appearing upset still.
"..."
"Arrogance in mortals is such a bother, but it is only ever tempered... by them experiencing truly terrifying trials, trials whose price for such pride... is their death."
"...Y-You're right, Deathbone."
At this, Brione addressed the two.
"Done with your reminiscing? I'll expect even more effort of you both going forward. But leave the chosen ones be. I made my choice, regardless of their behavior."
Looks on at the exchange learning a great deal about the three from it.
"This could be what it seems. Well that is most Interesting"
She thought to herself, Then as they other started to leave, she stepped once more before the nobility.
"I must humbly beg forgiveness for my companions your highness. Sometimes the shock of being in the presences of royalty can overwhelm the mind a little. I am sore this was the case in this instance. I shall be having words with them once we leave."
Then in a lower voice so that only those close can hear.
"Before we go your highness can I suggest we take with us, A letter of Royal warrant signed and sealed by yourself with travel papers stating we are on official crown business of the highest order. I ask only because I know how some bureaucrats and officials have deaf ears to those who just state they are on official business. They need to see evidence to clear the way my most illustrious monarch."
She waits to see of she well get the papers.
Arrogant and prideful like all the rest. Threatening to kill me for asking to be paid for my work? These people are insane. Typical. Want our help, but think we're just cattle, and can't even answer an honest question. I need to get out of here before I get thrown in the dungeon like father.
Zaeta's lips tighten and you can feel the dislike rolling off her, but she says nothing, bows again, much less sincerely, and walks out, waiting for her companions outside the throne room.
"I must humbly beg forgiveness for my companions your highness. Sometimes the shock of being in the presences of royalty can overwhelm the mind a little. I am sore this was the case in this instance. I shall be having words with them once we leave."
"Before we go your highness can I suggest we take with us, A letter of Royal warrant signed and sealed by yourself with travel papers stating we are on official crown business of the highest order. I ask only because I know how some bureaucrats and officials have deaf ears to those who just state they are on official business. They need to see evidence to clear the way my most illustrious monarch."
The princess seemed to absolutely have it at this point.
"You won't need papers of any kind. If anyone wants to cause trouble, direct them to me."
The amount of swagger now in her voice was astonishing.
"Now get going! You're keeping the Guildmaster waiting, and belaying my own important civil duties! Out!"
Lady Zal snapped to attention. There was a resounding lick as her boots heals hit. She looked coldly into the eyes of the petulant child before her, there was no longer a princess there, no majesty. This moronic child had just disrespected a Nobel in front of the whole court. One that had shown defiance as directed, one who can come as commanded and one that only asked for what was needed to get the job done. Lady Zal who had been in countless wars, seen most of the know word, talked with gods and demons, and she know a power mad leader when she saw one, Zal had lost all respect for this child and if she kept on like this, the mob would have her swinging form a post just outside this every hall in now time. She would not be the 1st nor the last crown holder to make the mistake of thinking that a bit of gold on ones head gives one absolute power.
Zals voice is flat cold and to the point.
"As you command"
She is just about to go, when she stops and glances at Deathbone.
and with a half smile said to him and him alone.
"Also always Deathbone, a pleasure."
And with the she strode out the hall, not waiting to hear what is screamed after her.
Outside away she checks that none can hear and turns to the others.
"Stuff the Guildmaster waiting, I don't know about you, but I need a bloody good drink after dealing with that brat. Come on I know a good Inn on the away there, lets drop in for a drink and we can tell each other about each other before heading to the Guildmaster"
She walks off heading for the Inn. It's just round the corner, he walks in and slings 5 gold at the barkeep.
"Room in the back Danhy, and keep the Drinks coming until that coin runs out, there are three more behind me."
She walked into one of the back rooms to find two young lovers kissing, she hefts them out saying.
"out!! rooms taken, go see the barman for a bed for the night, but not in here"
She then sits and waits for her fellows and her drink to come.
Shuffled out by both royal ushers and his new teammates, Davian could only look to the throne in mute disappointment. She didn't answer my question!
"T-Thank you, your highness, for the faith you h-have shown in us. We won't let you or Arenstone down."
Once outside the throne room, Davian deftly yet gently pulls the map out of Cara's hand, rolling up and putting it in his backpack. Davian quickly follows after Lady Zal, after retrieving his starknife from the castle man-at-arms.
"Well, my first meeting with royalty could have gone better", spoke Davian, looking to both Cara and Zaeta in mild irritation.
She walked into one of the back rooms to find two young lovers kissing, she hefts them out saying.
"Out!! Rooms taken, go see the barman for a bed for the night, but not in here"
"Sorry", the caravan man called to the two embarrassed young people running out of the back room.
Once sitting down next to Lady Zal, Davian rubs his hands over his face, trying to grasp the events of the last half hour.
Zaeta follows her companions to the bar even though she disagrees with waiting to report to the guildmaster.
She's already angry with us. I don't think it is a good idea to keep the guildmaster waiting. It will surely be reported. Honestly, I understand the urge to do exactly the opposite of what she commands, and I don't have any special loyalty to her. Still, she can harm us... or if not all of us, she can harm me, and my family.
I am Zaeta, by the way. Pleased to meet you all, but we should not delay.
After leaving, Cara walks with the rest of the three and listens to Lady Zal's proposition to visit the inn. At first, Cara had taken her for some pretentious noble prick. She didn't see nobles in bars that often.
Cara's confusion turns into enthusiasm when she realizes that Zal is footing the bill. Cara ignores Davian's irritation, seeing the glass as being half full rather than half empty. After Zaeta's speaks of wanting to skip out on the bar and head straight to the guild master, Cara turns to her, puts an arm around her shoulder and walks with her while she whispers while chuckling:
"Never turn down a drink when somebody else is buying."
Then seeming to remember something, she looks up at the rest of the group and announces:
"Oh yeah... The name's Cara."
She pauses...
"Do you guys have any idea why we were picked? We don't seem to have much in common..."
Zaeta goes along with Cara after realizing that she is outvoted, but asks for some food rather than drinking.
She sits down beside Cara with her food, eating steadily, but still seems a little on edge, worried that the princess will have them punished.
Cara after a drink or two turns to the Desnan:
"Oh come on sour face, lighten up, at least they didn't kill us."
as the others come so dose her drink, it likes like Pirate whisky, she pours a glass and downs it in one, then pours another, but sips this one. She smiles at Zaeta suggestion they get going.
"Food now that is a good idea Zaeta"
She waves her hand so the serving girl gets the idea food is needed.
"As for the guild master, We want stay here long, I just really needed a drink, and we needed a privet place to meet and greet Before getting into this thing."
She says this while pouring a glass of he whisky for everyone.
She picks up her glass and holds it before her.
"Here's to us, the the saviours of the world"
and she downs it, while pouring another she says.
"Nice to meet you Zaeta, and you Cara, Davian. You know my long name but the troops used to call me Lady Zal or just Z. I don't mind witch. Don't let the title fool ya, I'm army thought and thought, been more then one war, and round most of the world fighting them. So what of yourselves?"
she sits back her plat of food untouched.
"Oh come on sour face, lighten up, at least they didn't kill us."
The cleric looks to the brawler and responds, "Of course the court wasn't going to kill us. We are the apparent 'saviors-of-the-world'."
Turning his attention to Zaeta, Davian adds, "Saviors who asks for money up front, it would seem.""As for the guild master, We won't stay here long, I just really needed a drink, and we needed a private place to meet and greet before getting into this thing."
She says this while pouring a glass of he whisky for everyone.
She picks up her glass and holds it before her."Here's to us, the the saviours of the world"
Davian raises his glass to the others in cheers and takes a strong gulp.
"Nice to meet you Zaeta, and you Cara, Davian. You know my long name but the troops used to call me Lady Zal or just Z. I don't mind witch. Don't let the title fool ya, I'm army thought and thought, been more then one war, and round most of the world fighting them. So what of yourselves?"
Enjoying the whiskey, the cleric places his glass down on the table to speak.
"I have formally introduced myself to Lady Zal beforehand. My name is Davian Dreamspun of the Dreamspun caravan. I am a cleric of Desna, a dedicated healer and I enjoy a good tune and a good game of cards or dice."Looking to the half-drow's untouched plate, Davian adds, Speaking of food, I am currently in possession of a ring of sustenance, a magic ring with sustains my physical and mental needs of nourishment. With it I hope we need not pack too much food for my sake, helping us to travel lighter to our destinations abroad."
Holds up her hand and shows Davian her ring of sustenance.
"Present from my mothers, Drow nobles are trained not to trust food or drink and sleep as little as possible, hell of a culture if you ask me."
She swigs the last of her class and pours a new one, but leaves it on the table.
"If you want to travel really light, you need one of these."
She takes from her belt a small wayfinder.
"This thing keeps you warm and comfortable in just about all weathers, gives off light and shows you the way, if you have a map. No need for tents, Mind you, you still get wet when it rains."
then She looks at the two other ladies,
"As for why we where picked, I think it's BECAUSE We don't seem to have much in common. Collectively we probably know a lot about a lot, O that and we are Utterly Expendable. Seeing how we cost nothing and have No legal standing."
She looks down into her glass.
"Just anther mission impossible, best make the best of it, as they say."
She looks up.
"So come on you two, If I'm the Army officer and he's the Gambling cleric, whats your line of work?"