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Felic's Scene Felicitas steps back and then turns invisible. Melissaa grins wickedly, "Two can play that game. Give it back to me and you'll be rewarded with treasure beyond your imagination." Her reddish eyes shift and scan the room beginning right where you were previously located.
She uses her free hand to reach inside a small pouch on her waist.
Felicitas The situation quickly turns ugly in the Slywink Tavern. 'Give me the axe bytche, it needs to get back to Orcus." Just as quickly the Lieutenant's rapier appears in her hand, she move forward to meet Felicitas. There is an evil reddish glow in her eyes. ;
DC 23 planes: You realize Melissaa Loreman is not what you thought she was....she a succubus demon.
Felicitas Melissaa demands, Give me the ax. Felicitas you sense she is trying to compel your action, but you manage to fight off the suggestion. You notice for the first time a red sparkle in Melissaa's eyes. Initiative:
Initiative Order: Felicitas
"An axe...hmm...let's see it."
Perception checks
The two of you clearly see Melissaa wink in a flirtatious manner at Felicitas.
Melissaa looks up from her conversation when Felicitas enters - followed closely by Nym - and her mood brightens up. She waves. Then says something to the officers at her table, they in turn get up and bow to her. To your eyes it is clear that the Melissaa has cleaned up and changed. She no longer has blood and gore smeared across her body. Her long brown hair is pulled back and braided.
Felicitas you enter the Slywink and quickly find the lieutenant sitting at a table chatting with a couple patron, including an officer. She has a dour look on her face as the officer gestures. Clearly she is unhappy with the discussion and news.
The Lt. nods as various party members as the group begins to head their separate ways. "I'm going to go find someone in charge. Luck to you all if we don't meet again." She removes the magical item leant to her and hands it Felicitas.
The Lt. frowns at Grung and says, "Well, I did receive my orders, Col Korg, along with a dwarf weaponsmith who did a quick sharpening of my squad's blades." She stiffens up at being questioned but then coolly returns the suspicion, "Do you know Col Korg? From the sound of things here your group may not be welcomed." As this quick exchange occurs Felicitas steps in and soothes the tension with the guards. They nod quickly and wave the group through.
Melissaa nods as Desmond answers her question, the then glances back towards Nym. Desmond: "Hope you are right...hate to bring a foe the town." She exhales. "I hope I'll have a few moments to gather myself, clean my gear, and catch a few minutes to regroup before the next wave."
the Lt leans into Desmond and asks a question in a hushed voice, Desmond: "Is your friend a Drow? never seen one before...thought they were evil."
"We only arrived a few hours before being sent out on patrol. Even then we came in from the north, not the south. I not be surprised he doesn't know me." Her eye lashes bat a few times at the bard. Spend an afternoon with me and you'll remember me. She exhales. "My squad gathered in a caravan area when we received our orders. As the group makes it's way inot the town you do see quite a few additional soldiers and mercenaries there that you ahve not seen before.
She simply smiles at Felicitas.
She takes the potions and puts hem in her pouch. She waves off the cloak. Nym: I didn't factor in the race issue but yes, she would have double looked at you. Her thin eyebrows would rise slightly.
"My squad and I arrived in Fentonville a few days ago, before the siege. We were sent to assist from Nirmanthas" She pauses. "We were sent out to scout, the weather turned, and we were ambushed. I think the whole town is under attack. I assume it's an outright war."
Lt. Loreman blushes quickly but she stiffens and puffs out her chest. "Eyes up here gentleman, you are speaking to an officer. Yes, I'd like to get back to the city and your help would be appreciated." She nods. "City is that way, but my squad was separated and I'm sure sure it'll be a straight and easy track back."
She inadvertently giggles when Grung speaks identifying himself as "King." You do notice she is very stately in her demeanor though, as if she could command a room. "I'm simply a lieutenant good King, but I appreciate your help." She bows to you. Her speech is very fluent with hints of nobility. Even though she has smears of blood and gore over her breastplate she holds herself out well.
Grung you'd think she is very gracious.
Disgusted by the conversation of undeath the girl moves away from the scene. Unnerved by the events. "Oiy, w...w...what's happening." She is clearly shaken but she takes a few moments to clean her rapier before sheathing it. "Are you heading towards the city? They must be warned." Her uniform indicates that she is lieutenant. She composes herself and introduces herself, "Lt. Loreman of the Nirmathas rangers."
The officer cries out, "See he lives...help him...please." She lithely moves to her feet as she points with her rapier to a twitching comrade.
As grung runs up she is already sucking down a potion.
Grung offers up the potion and she waves it off, "give it to him." She points to a soldier with a gapping wound. "I'll be fine...just need to get back to the line and city." Her soft blue eyes tell a story of hard battle that went terribly wrong. "We were caught out in the storm...ambushed. Thank you...I'd be dead for sure." You can see she has on an officer's uniform that has the Nirmanthas insignia.
Over the next couple days the cute librarian is able to cobble together a bit of Grung's background: She confirms that there is in fact an ancient dwarf clan named Hammerford, that dwells beneath the Five Kings Mountains. The Hammerfords are in Druma which is south of Lake Encarthan roughly a week away by foot/caravan, or 4 days by boat. Your clan is close to the Druma surface city of Highhelm. "I've found that there is recorded a Prince Grungsdi, who was the second son of the then king. Your older brother, Brung, was killed exploring tunnels by duegar. It is reported he fought valiantly but his whole expedition party was slaughtered." She frowns. "There is a note that his death was by ambush, which looks a bit suspicious." She pulls another scroll out and show you, "You dad died while working the forges, he was given a heroes burial." She goes on to add, "The clan sent word to this region to notify you but you went missing." She shakes her head, "That was now aobut 2 years ago and there was a rash of attacks by Aragnak the Red Dragon back then." You would know this is the dragon that ambushed Desmond coming out of the dungeon. So you apparently have a score to settle with him. After you've had some time to digest the information she goes on to tell you a bit about the current events of you clan. "Well, your youngest brother, Prung, has doubled the mineral outputs over the last year. It is said that he uses necromancy to have teams of undead working round the clock. He has grown in wealth, and uses fear to his advantage." She shakes her head, "He doesn't sound like a just ruler."
"Yes...do follow me." the mousy librarian tugs on the dwarf's scarred hand. "What did you say the name was? Do you have any idea of a geographical region? How is it you don't know or that you discovered this information? Did you take a bump your head that could casue you to forget?" She rattles off her questions....her curiosity is triggered.
"Lineage? Did I hear correctly you are tracking lineage and geographical areas?" She perkily smiles. "I trace histories, perhaps I can assist you."
The keeper of knowledge runs the schools and universities. At one point in the game there was attractive librarian that has a romantic this with Fealyn the wizard.
Milissaa's heart is pounding as the revived wizard confesses his passion.
"I doubt that I ever came up in discussion with Faelyn, but I do have talents," she says earnestly "I work in at the academia library and I research lots of things, if that will help you out." I've sat back too long as it is, I want to help.
"What do you mean that Talbard is looking to bring Faelyn back to us?' A glimmer of hope in her voice.
"Yes, Faelyn was a..." what was he "he was friend. I would help him a the library at time, that is where he met Ziz." She sips her tea. "We had lunch yesterd..." her voice trails off and she begins to weep.
"yes, I am." then there a sudden squawk from the raven as it transforms....
A very pretty young half-elf, with large oval brown eyes, little yellow framed glasses on her nose, long brown silky hair pulled back into a ponytail arrives. She pokes her head through the door there is raven perched on her left shoulder, "Hello," she speaks softly, almost as if it is in her nature to do so. She blinks once, when she sees Andrea.
"Your coming with me and no whining, besides I need directions.
"He thought of ME when he was dying", her grip softening as she puts Ziz on her shoulder. "I wish I knew how to get in touch with his friends. She sighs, "But we never got to that topic."
Her nails dig into Ziz's necks as she plucks him off her chest, sternly, "You abandoned them all to save your own horny self? Her eyes piercing through the little coward. "Is that loyalty?"
She instinctively begins to run and nail down Ziz's back, her tears flow freely, "H..h..ho..how a..a...are...the others? Unable to hold back the stream.
"Ziz what happened....is Faelyn and the others alright? Her voice on edge, "Ziz?
"Ziz?" the confused voice asks the imp reading a book on the 5th floor of the library. "Ummmm, where's Faelyn and why are in you the religious studies section? She look at the little devil, "Whatcha reading? her large brown eye peer over her glasses, "Resurrection?" A sinking feeling hits her heart.
"We haven't discussed your faith yet, so I prayed."
"Yeh, I figured that was going to be a date breaker. Don't worry about me, stay safe and good luck, it looks like you will need it."
Faelyn she gives you her address, Where ever you like to hang out is fine. With the exception of yesterday's location. Say 5:00, so I can be home before the shadowbeast come out. She shrugs,"You need to rid this place of those pesky beast...dating would be a lot easier." She gets up to leave and there is massive explosion that rocks the City. She looses her balance and falls into Faelyn's lap. The explosion appears to be come from near the safehouse, perhaps a bit further south.
Her eyes widen with the eggplant dish, and she is between between bites when Faelyn asks his question. He must've been a waiter once perfect timing as I chew. She finishes, "Tonight," she offers.
If I can be any help researching, just ask. I love a good mystery and I'll do anything to free the city from the night beast." She leans a bit closer and kisses you.
"How does it work...when are you going to use it? excitement in her quivering voice.
"Have you found any answers," her voice barely containing the excitement as she leans towards you, her long eye lashes nearly touching your forehead.
"So where've you been?"What do you mean? This morning? I wonder what she is getting at? "You come to the library a bit, then you disappear for days at a time." She emphasizes the word days. "And is it true you are a playboy like Jacque says you are? She finally picks up her icewine and sips it.
"So where've you been?"
]"oh, I nearly forgot they skin the eggplant beforehand so there is no toughness." She looks around, "Hey where's Ziz, I wore blouse I thought he'd like." She winks as she follows Faelyn's eyes.
The mead battered eggplant is delicious...over roasted, not fried with touch of goat cheese. And it'll costs significantly less than 200 gold pieces...I'm a cheap lunch date." She giggles and grins, "So, do you often stir the cauldron like you did last night."
A few minutes later Melssaa come to the cafe, unaccompanied by any dottari. She smiles at Faleyn as she catches his eye. "Waiting long?"
Faelyn- Ziz catches a wink from the eye that is away from her "date".
She simply nods at Faelyn, her large brown eyes shift over to Jacque,then back to you. Of course, I don't see him for over a week and now I run into him here - of all places. MEN...Grrrrr
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