The Morphling's Rise of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master The Morphling

"What are you studying? I've never seen runes like these." She asks, her eyes sparkling a little with wonder.

No problem. Kiley is nothing if not stubborn, in a likable (hopefully!) sort of way. She isn't in possession of stupendous amounts of self-confidence, and her getting easily flustered or embarrassed is half the fun of playing her.

At Kileys presence Tal places a hand on her shoulder to grab her attention and says "Hi Kiley, I'm sorry I teased you, I guess I overstepped a line. However, you should check your anger, it would not do if you start fights with clients of Ameiko's establishment. But I forgive your actions. If you wish to know more about approaching men, If you like, I can give you some pointers and warnings love." Tal ends with a wink trying to amend things with Kiley.

Tal looks very disturbed by Jessica's accusation and sounds upset with a tint of anger "My dear, you have this all wrong, based on the assumption of these two dwarves who have never met me before in their lives. As Kiley, who has known me for the better of two years, can confirm, I am a romantic, not a conqueror of women. which is true, but he does end up in bed with women more than the average joe due to his charms. I pursue women that I find interesting to interact with and take that wherever it may lead, I am not looking for just another notch on my belt. Pffft I lost interest in those sort of things 10 years ago. I merely wished to get to know you and what better way than to show you the sights of the town with just the two of us. I took you away from the dwarves' comments in the bar to avoid just this awkward conversation they have forced us into like I feared. The cathedral is the large structure at the beginning of the town. Every visitor entering this town walks past it, it is so hard to miss I assumed they just wanted to spoil the mood as they have now, unintentionally or not. Now I would still wish to show you the sights if you want and escort the dwarves to the site if they are unable to find it themselves, but I will not apologize to Dolgrin."

Tal turns to the dwarf and calmly states "It appears you cannot take a jest, even though your fellow dwarf here found no insult in my comments. However, you immediately turned to anger, insulted me to no end and caused this awkward situation. Your threats indicate that you are out for a brawl over a petty issue and I have no interested to join you. So you can either calm down and forget whatever is your issue, or I will wave over those guards at the end of the street, who would gladly escort you to experience the festival from behind bars. I will not have you spoil the mood any further." In Tal's eyes he did nothing wrong, but Dolgrin caused this entire situation. Especially his constant insulting makes sure that Tal would never apologize.

After having put the dwarf in his place, Tal once again addresses Jessica in a much calmer voice.
"My dear Jessica, if you still think I am merely pursuing you for naught than your nickers, say so now, for it shows I have made a mistake in your character and will take my leave."

Smoothed out enough? Let's see how everyone responds to that. :P

"An' ta ye, ma'am," Dolgrin shakes her hand, "Keep yer 'ead 'round this lowlife. 'Is 'oneyed words nary 'ave 'onest intent behind 'em, ah can promise ye tha. May Torag bless ye in yer ventures."

He then turns and stomps off, spitting on the elf's shoes as he departs, following the traffic and hoping it's leading to whatever festival is going on. "Nay e'en man enough ta defend 'is own bloody words. Me brother gave 'is life fer this shit-stain o' a town, an' this be tha kind o' respect dwarves be gettin' 'ere? Makes me sick ta me stomach, it does."

I came te sit and talk with the priestess when ye picked a fight that almost came te blows with another in the Inn. Ye interrupted that conversation, payin' nobody that wasn't wearin' a skirt no nevermind. Fact o the matter is tha' the whole time I've been seein' ye, ye're silver tongued with every lass, and pick fights with every lad. Ye get called out about havin' lassies follow ye te bed, *by another lass* who seems te know ye well, and when ye're called out on it, ye reverse gears so fast, I'm surprised ye don' be leavin' skidmarks on te ground. Ye repeatedly made crass remarks regardin' me an' me kin, yet I did no hear anyone commentin' on ye bein an elf. Seems ta me ye be quick ta startin' things up, but when someone calls ye on yer actions, ye're not too keen on followin' up. More th' like ye try weaslin' yer way out, threatenin' te let the guards do yer follow up." Ragnir shrugs, I just choose te no be baited inta yer games.

Ragnir looks up at Jessica, "Could be true tha' the Cathedral is the big stone building to the north tha' can't be missed if ye enter from the north. Does no' help anyone enterin' from th' south or east though. So I'll be headin' te the north. I'd be lovin' th' company if'n ye want te come wi' me. If no, I'm sure I'll be seein' ye there later." He looks over at Tal, "Try te keep in mind lad, that if'n ye act like a rake, an' other people in town, especially th' women talk about ye like ye're a rake, ye're goin' te be treated like a rake." Ragnir taps his helm in a polite salute, "Now, I'll be off ta th' north. Ragnir starts off to the Cathedral.

She takes Tal's arm, "So, where are these gardens you mentioned?"

"Sorry," was all she said to Talwin before she started to head back inside.

"See ya later Jessica." she calls out to the priestess as she heads back to the Dragon.

As the dwarves leave he is taken out of his reverie and dismissively calls after them. "Yes, and do try to be friendlier to the other townsfolk. You found an argument with the first local you met in record time. You will find their sense of patience and tact to be less than mine. Wouldn't want to find you beaten up in a corner over some silly argument. I would feel "ever" so guilty." He finishes sarcastically as he flourishes a bow after them.

Watching them go he says to Kiley and Jessica while shaking his head
"These dwarves...assumptions on assumptions which they then claim as fact. They misinterpret the relationship between me and Kiley and think that everyone who does not constantly fling insults at others is a silver tongued liar. My aunt would roast them raw for such behaviour. Stubborn as a rock, when they have an idea in their thick skulls they will never admit they could be wrong and their manners rival those of orcs. Continuing to argue with them would have either led to them behind bars or beaten up by locals coming to my aid if they threw a punch. It was wise of you to send them away Jessica. I guess dwarves and elves really don't mix."

Tal waves Kiley goodbye and places a hand on Jessica's hand which just found its way under his arm.
"Well love, the garden is near the cathedral, but it might be best to avoid the main road there for chance of bumping in to those two and starting this whole thing all over again. If you don't mind there is a smaller road that runs parallel to this one. It doesn't have as many shops, but there is this one store which makes dresses. I don't know if you are interested in those sorts of things, but we can stop there if you like." Tal suggests with a smile.

He turns to Jessica "I do hope we get ta continue the conversation we was startin' abou' the cathedral, that was interrupted earlier. I rather look forward te it." With that he gives a polite salute to Jessica, a nod to Kiley, and heads to the north again.

Walking with Jessica's arm intertwined with his, Tal moves down the side street. He points out some stores left and right and some background about the store owners.
"So Jessica, do tell, as this is the first time you ever left Magnimarr, what do you think of the town? How does it compare to the big city?"

Only after grandmother passed away and was laid to rest with her ancestors on Lyrune-Quah lands did the family move to the lush hills south of the plateau. It was at this time that Tsavah started to receive visions of grand battles where the Shoanti of old fought giants and strange magicians. Something told her these mages actually were the Shoantis old masters. In the midst of this all stood a figure that looked a lot like a younger version of her grandmother, who fired arrow after arrow into the midst of the fight, felling giant and mage alike.

Every night they were in the lowlands the visions came to her in her sleep and every night they seemed more vivid than the day before and as days progressed she more and more got the feeling of being watched while she was having the visions. When she told the shamans of her Quah they did not think anything of it, assuming it was an attempt by her grandmother to communicate with her. This changed rather drastically when one night after she fell asleep she started convulsing. The shamans were brought in as fast as possible save her and chose to perform a ritual and free Tsavah from whatever haunted her.

They however got much than they bargained for as while the ritual was reaching it's climax the convulsing intensified to culminate with the expulsion of a strange, cloudy spirit creature. As it appeared Tsavah's eyes flew open. The spirit then settled down, looked her straight in the eye and vanished.

It was the very same spirit she had felt watching her during her visions and now it had a face, a weird, feline face. Getting it out of her dreams and in to the real world proved quite easy now though as she simply had to repeat the first steps of the initial ritual .

Several years have passed since the first time Tsavah summoned the spirit beast that guides and protects her and now it's word brought her to the Varisian city of Sandpoint. Initially she had no clue what it was that the spirit sought there but it soon became apparent that it was somehow related to the Swallowtail festival that was soon to be held.

The elf condescends to give her an enigmatic answer, "Nor should you have. For it is a speech now long lost to the world." His gaze returns to the writings, and he adds, "Tell me girl, are you familiar with this town? Might you know where I might find the Old Light?" His eccentric grammar sounds old fashioned to young ears.

"Y-yes. I've lived here my whole life. Head to the north gate and then towards the coast to find the Old Light. It's the tallest building in town."

She looks at the notes again as she chews her bottom lip in thought. After a few seconds, she looks back to Awarthannen, braving his chilling gaze once more.

"If you really want to know more about the Old Light, you want to talk to Brodent Quink. He lives by there, though you might have better luck at the Curious Goblin or the Turandarok Academy. Those are his usual haunts I think."

He scratches his chin as his white pupils stare off in the distance.

Fascinating. Though in hindsight, perhaps it is to be expected that even the local rabble would know a few things of the Old Light and its resident scholar. This peasant girl could be useful to me...

His formal tone continues now, but no longer with a hint of disdain. "Are you, perchance, acquainted with Master Quink? I should like a formal introduction." The elf reaches a hand to his belt and rattles a pouch, producing the sound of jingling coins. "A few shields would be yours. For your trouble, miss... apologies, I failed to catch your name?"

Her first stop had been a town called Whistledown, the whole place ran by Gnomes. It was an eerie places with all the windchimes and Mackar really did not like it, actually refusing to manifest within the town limits unless he absolutely had to. She did find a good craftsman there though and now had clothes that allowed her to better fit in with the others.

Now, after two more days of searching a scouting, she arrived in Sandpoint. According to Mackar something was going to happen here, something big, and she had to be there. For now it was just strange. The houses were strange, the people were strange, her clothes were strange. Then again, they probably thought she was strange, talking out loud to with no apparent conversational partner. That or the enormous pearly firepelt next to her who looked way too intelligent to be a mere animal.

"I don't think Ameiko would mind if I helped you find him adn introduced you two."

"We've got stew, roast, and some fish fresh from the nets. What'll it be?"