Rowan Bladesinger's page

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"Oh, I think I'll stick around. Watch the sunrise on the beach. One of my favorite times of day. I'll see you guys next time."

"Not a problem. She's a sweet kid. A bit of a handful, but still," she shrugged. "And I'd be happy to take you up on that offer."

Rowan chuckled.

She looked over at Danae and raised an eyebrow expressively.

"And as for you, young lady, your parents are worried about you," she said with mock sternness.

"Wise goblin," she said, amused.

"Our visitor does seem a bit suspicious. Though not too keen on sticking around."

Rowan continues to back up, edging towards the greenery that the group was hidden behind.

"Let's not do anything rash now, shall we," she said, seemingly addressing the shrubbery. "We don't yet know what his intentions are, though he seems to be spooked pretty good."

"You're the one firing off the threatening hospitality, not me. But you probably think I'm hornin' in on your hunting grounds, so whatever..." he shoots back pointedly, sparing a glance toward the treeline as he continues to put distance between the two of them.

"Whatever. You don't know half of what you think you do, buddy. And if I threaten you, you'll know it."

"Later."

"...Anvaris. And I can leave on my own just fine lady, thanks anyway," he replies as he begins to back away down the beach.

"Okay, Anvaris, if that's the way you want to play it....goblin on your ten....nice meeting you," she added sarcastically, starting to back away, never turning her back on him.

She would have been tempted to help him, but she could feel the presence of the girl child she had been asked to help. A child of near the same age as her wretched sister's eldest brat. Just the sort of bait she needed for a trap that had already taken years to set up. Ah well. Life is full of choices.

"Yes, those sudden dislocations can be a bit...startling. Just so you know, we have a bit of an audience," she said, her eyes darting back towards the trees, though she didn't move her head otherwise.
"Look, I don't know who or what you are, but I'm guessing you're on about your last legs. So if we could move on with the introductions? I'd like to have some idea if I should be helping you or just helping you leave faster."

Seeing the change in the patterns on this person's skin distracted her for just a moment as she uttered those last words. Just long enough for her to take a hard, swift hit in her side that sends her tumbling into the sand.

Instinct kicks in, and she uses the momentum to come back up on her feet. The man is on his feet as well, his cheek twitching once as the golden color vanishes. His stance is low and balanced - the stance of someone used to fighting. His hands are up and partially clenched, but he is unarmed.

"Nice to see you decided to rejoin the land of the living," she said, sweetly. "You had me worried there for a minute. Interesting tats."

She put her hands up, palms out in a gesture intended to convince him that she was harmless. She hadn't decided what to do about him yet. That would depend in part on what he did next.

"I'm Rowan. And you are?"

It does indeed happen again as she runs her finger across his other cheek. Her time spent in the company of angels comes back to her as well, as the golden patterns now echo the Words of Creation...

She shudders, uncomfortable to see the familiar patterns. The past...it was best left alone. That way lay insanity...or the beginning of insanity, she wasn't sure anymore.

"Okay, buddy, last chance. Time to wake up," she said, more harshly than she'd intended.

"Fascinating. I wonder if it will happen again?"

She traces another tattoo with her finger.

"And what's your story I wonder? Good, bad, misunderstood," she added amused.

"Well, you're still alive. I wonder if I should leave you that way? I don't suppose you'd like to become conscious now to give me any feedback on the matter?"

She traces the tattoos curiously. She'd spent so little time in hell, most of her existence being spent pretending to be an angel, it was hard to decipher what it might say.

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

Rowan cautiously approached the figure, kneeling warily beside it once she was near it.

"And what happened to you I wonder?" she asked softly, looking around to see if there was anyone else present.

She notes that this stretch of beach - for the moment, at least - is empty. Thinking about a midnight snack, are we...? ;P

The figure has dark hair, obscuring its face, and is wearing obviously soaked clothing - though it appears to somehow be charred as well.

The hands are covered in what look like some kind of dark, supple woven leather that disappear up what are left of the tunic's sleeves.

Oh yes...and, just above the smell of the saltwater, you get another unmistakable smell - the smell of brimstone. :)

I so rarely get a chance to feed these days...so many goody two-shoes around, and I'd hate to blow my cover.;)

She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, that's interesting."

She carefully reached out and turned the figure over wondering if this was prey, foe, or ally.

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

Interesting, she thinks to herself and moves forward cautiously to investigate.

Rowan begins her approach, heading slightly higher up the beach to get a better angle of view on whatever is there. As you close to within fifty feet, the form resolves itself into a humanoid figure lying face down.

If the deep furrows in the sand behind it are any indication, the figure appears to have pulled itself bodily from the surf, and recently too. She thinks she hears a moan over the lapping waves, but she can't be sure at this distance. She does, however, notice the torso rise and fall.

Rowan cautiously approached the figure, kneeling warily beside it once she was near it.

"And what happened to you I wonder?" she asked softly, looking around to see if there was anyone else present.

Interesting, she thinks to herself and moves forward cautiously to investigate.

*chuckle*

"No problem. I just hope we find her quickly. Although the old guy seemed okay to me, so she's probably fine."

Rowan sets off in search of the old man and the young girl.

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

"Hey. Something wrong?"

"Nothing major, I think. But we might have need of another good set of eyes and wits, my friend. Danae seems to have slipped out yet again, and managed to find this place. The older gentleman you were talking to earlier seems to have gone off after her. He's more spry than he lets on," Devlyn replies.

"Up for a little beachcombing?" he asks with a winning smile. :D

"Sure, no problem. Always glad to help out a friend. So what does this Danae look like?"

"Hey. Something wrong?"

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

Irv wrote:

Yeah, I know what you mean, I was in a place just like this, once, only it was different.

She laughed. "Aren't they all? Especially after you've been to enough places."

Alaina laughs as she approaches the two. She has changed into a black dress with several pieces of gold jewelry as accents. A thin jeweled belt drapes her hip with a stylized golden sunburst as a buckle

"This place is different than before as well. Something called it back into being from the chaotic frothing bits and bytes of the Interthereal Sea. I don't know why, but there is usually a purpose in such things."

"Well, all I can say is that I'm glad that that purpose includes a relaxing place to get a drink and meet old friends, and new ones too for that matter."

"I don't know that we've met. Or at least if we did, it was a long time ago. I'm Rowan."

Yeah, I know what you mean, I was in a place just like this, once, only it was different.

She laughed. "Aren't they all? Especially after you've been to enough places."

A simpler like may be less interesting, but a lot more worthwhile. I wish I'd realized that before I got old. I am however content to enjoy as much as I can, as best I can.

"A very nice philosphy, I must say," she said, smiling as she looked around. "Well, it hasn't changed much. I visited once a long time ago, but never really spent much time, so I guess I wouldn't notice if it had changed much," she added with a chuckle.

Solmyr of the Azure Flame wrote:

Turning his attention away from the gnome, he turns to Devlyn again.

I've made an example of Zhalail's minions and I'm afraid I've tipped my hand in anger. The owner of the warehouse will soon inform his clients. Where do you suggest?

Good Morning folks :)

We can either go to the Inn of the Golden Sands, or maybe the Blue Antelope, since it's closer (but a little less clean). I've got a contact in the mercenary community who's keeping her eyes out for unusual 'activities' - if anything else is going on since you started your attack, she might be a better source than the Watch now, as some of them seem to have been compromised by Zhalail's minions."

Best way I could think of to start getting Rowan involved, if she's around right now. Though swooping in out of the blue when the Shadow Pelt thing goes down still appeals to me...your call of course, Lynora ;)

I'm going for swooping. Can't afford to have the little brat figuring out who I really am and blabbing about it. Nope, definitely staying away from my wretched sister's spawn. :P

Yea, like THAT is going to work!

Well, I don't see why not.

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

She grinned. "That looks more than adequate. And a pleasure doing business with you. Where should I go to report anything that I might find? Or is this one of those you'll find me kind of things?"

"You can leave word for me at the front desk of the Inn of the Golden Sands, under the name of Devlyn. But if I have any urgency in getting this information, it wouldn't hurt to know the most likely place to find you if I can't track you down myself..."

"I'm staying at the Blue Antelope," she said, pointing to a somewhat dilapidated building on the corner of this square. "And the name's Rowan. I can often be found at the tent of MacGurdun the Brewer too if it's urgent. It's a good place to go to listen and find out what's going on in the Bazaar."

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

"No, he hasn't been hiring that I'm aware of. And I've been looking for work, so I would have noticed. I'll keep an eye out though. And if you happen to know of anyone looking to hire a mercenary, let me know, okay?"

"I appreciate that, though it wouldn't be proper of me to have you gather information for me for nothing. So I guess I should hire you on a flexible retainer. Here - will this will cover your expenses for a few days worth of work?" as he hands her a largish belt pouch for her to examine.

Rowan's eyes only, if you please :)
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She grinned. "That looks more than adequate. And a pleasure doing business with you. Where should I go to report anything that I might find? Or is this one of those you'll find me kind of things?"

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

If Spirit of Vengeance is brought up in front of her, Rowan will shiver uncomfortably.

"He has quality goods, I'll grant you. I bought this sword from him a couple weeks ago. But talk about creepy. It's not everyday you find a flaming skeleton as a shopkeeper."

"Well, the Bazaar does have a penchant for...colorful inhabitants, that's for sure. As you've got the look of a bodyguard and might know of this - has he been doing anything like hiring mercenaries, or any business outside his normal selling that you or your contemporaries might have noticed?"

"No, he hasn't been hiring that I'm aware of. And I've been looking for work, so I would have noticed. I'll keep an eye out though. And if you happen to know of anyone looking to hire a mercenary, let me know, okay?"

Devlyn notes the wizard's passing, committing appearance and affectations to memory. He then heads out into the greater Bazaar area to gather information (though not through direct questioning) about the Sprit of Vengeance's more recent business ventures, and any noteworthy changes in his business patterns.

With current events being so touchy, Devlyn will keep out of the way of the halfling Corona. He still has no appreciable knowledge about Rowan to go on, though, so he wouldn't know any better about her.

If Spirit of Vengeance is brought up in front of her, Rowan will shiver uncomfortably.

She'll keep up her act as an honest adventurer as long as she can...which with her levels of magics is a long,long time. Not even true seeing will unmask her thanks to a little trinket she hung on to from her days of serving GDK.

She continued to pass her days wandering the bazaar, picking up the occasional odd job. She had found enough souls during the aftermath of the fight with the elemental to keep her appetite sated for some time. She could afford to be patient for now.

Rowan had watched the fight from afar, too late to ingratiate herself with the heroes by trying to help. She observed carefully the panic in the bazaar and its aftermath. She picked up more than a few short term jobs guarding nervous citizens. And in the aftermath of such great destruction no one missed a few poor souls here and there.

Hmmm...it could be quite hilarious if Rowan ended up working for Devlyn and Allura in some capacity. Chaos begets chaos, and all that fun stuff ;P

Gee, you'd think I was actually trying to slowly get in good with the good guys so I could spy on them again or something. ;)Check out my profile if you don't know what I mean by that...heh, heh. :)

"Well met lass," he says cheerfully. I'm MacGardun. I own the finest breweries here in the Bazaar. If its adventuring work ye seek, then try any tavern in the Bazaar. But, I'd stay from the Ranger and the Dryad, it's a bit of the rough and tumble, not that you can't take care of yourself."

"Well, I do appreciate the advice, MacGurdun. I'll keep looking. At least I know where to go if I get thirsty," she adds with a smile.

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

A young swordswoman wanders the bazaar, looking into various shops and making the occasional purchase.

An dwarven merchant bumps into Rowan in the Bazaar. "Ooff. Pardons my lady but you look lost ratehr lost. Can I help you with directions?"

"Oh, thank you, that's very kind of you. I'm not so much lost as somewhat at loose ends at the moment. The adventuring group I was with broke up recently, and I still haven't found anything else. So if you know of anyone who's looking for a sword for hire, I'd sure appreciate it. Oh, goodness, I'm being rude. My name's Rowan, Rowan Bladesinger."

A young swordswoman wanders the bazaar, looking into various shops and making the occasional purchase.

With a snap of his finger, the sword blinks off its wall rack and then blinks back onto the store counter, sheathed and ready for use. Scooping the gemstones, SoV hurrily deposits the gemstones into a pouch and drops it behind the counter.

"All is ready. Anything else youe require?"

"No thank you," she says eying the sword appreciatively. She picked it up and hurried from the shop, buckling on the sword as she walked. She really hoped she had seemed nervous enough back there. A flaming skeleton seemed a bit over the top, really. She was going to miss her flaming scimitar, but all in all it was a necessary loss. It was much too distinctive. She did appreciate having a sword again, though. She felt much less vulnerable.

"These will do." He squeezes the gemstone between his boney fingers. "Please, do you wish to take the sword as is, or do you wish it sheathed, or gift wrapped?"

"Sheathed would be best. Thank you." She looks at the sword again, now hers, thinking how good it will feel to have a blade in her hand once more.

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

"It sounds perfect. I'll take it. Er, is payment in diamonds alright? I can go to a moneychanger if you prefer. Gold coins are just so heavy to carry around."

"If all you have is gemstones, so be it. I will need to examine them to determine their authenticity."

"Of course," she said with a nervous laugh, and placed a handful of quality well-cut diamonds on the counter.

Rowan Bladesinger wrote:

Spirit of Vengeance wrote:

"Ah the Sword of Miracles, also called the Telavin Blade. 12,000 Gold, no more or no less."

"What exactly are the properties of the blade? The purchase price will not be a problem, but I'd like to know exactly what I'm getting before I buy," she says nervously.

"The blade is enchanted with sympathetic magics. The properties become what the sword weilder needs at a particular time and duration. It often called a Sword of Miracles because it usually does what is needed at the last minute. Of course, the sword-weilder also influences the results as well."

"It sounds perfect. I'll take it. Er, is payment in diamonds alright? I can go to a moneychanger if you prefer. Gold coins are just so heavy to carry around."

"Ah the Sword of Miracles, also called the Telavin Blade. 12,000 Gold, no more or no less."

"What exactly are the properties of the blade? The purchase price will not be a problem, but I'd like to know exactly what I'm getting before I buy," she says nervously.

A lovely young woman wanders the streets of the Bazaar, stopping at a shop selling weapons. The sign said 'Fires of Vengeance'. She hesitated outside as if she was nervous about stepping into such an establishment. But her eyes kept going to a particularly shiny blade in the window display. At last she walks in the door.
"Excuse me, could you tell me please how much for that sword in the window?"