NPC Tamrinil Alluevarin's page

Something in her "uncle's" words rings false, a fact that she does a decent job of keeping to herself despite having no knack for deception. This Tamrinil was somewhat fascinating, but then again most elves were, especially to someone looking to better understand a part of themselves they grew up not really knowing all that well.

[diceSense Motive]25
[diceBluff]13

"She never mentioned your name, or that I had an uncle for that matter, but I suppose I was just a kid." she answers a bit guardedly."I...appreciate the chance to learn a bit about my father when you have time."

She pauses for a moment, considering the offer. "Work is good, good paying is even better. I'm defnitely interested." she says shifting from one foot to the other, a habit she'd broken years ago.

sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

If he recognized that you recognized the lie, he never bothered to correct it. Instead he reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a scroll.

"We have a team being gathered to investigate an old chest of elven make. What details i got have lead me to believe they may need a guide of the outer edges of Kyonin. The traveling fee and payment for their time comes to 200 gold...a peice. More depending on what they manage to dig up. They have a meeting with a man in Macridi. If you take a fast horse you should be able to get to the inn on time. Here wear this."

He began reaching into a different pouch at his waist and pulling out an armband with a silver shield emblazoned on the blue cloth.

"Tell them Master Binderbook called their companion Ramona in for a different mission, but you are her replacement."

He offered standing there looking awkward for a moment. You could see a million things seemed to running through his thoughts at the moment. Thoughts he wasnt sure what he should do with.

"Uhm...my name is Thorn....Thorn Blackleaf. I believe you sent this." Thorn replies a bit nervously, drawing the letter out of her pocket and extending it toward him.

There was a moment where he looked perplexed. He took the letter and started to open it. It was only partly unfolded when he stopped and folded it back to how it was. Clearly he remembered it.

"Ah yes... word reached me of your mother. I knew her well. My brother he well."

"We are kin.I know you are well doing fine on your own, but I had wanted to let you know if you need anything, I will do what I can to aid you. As you can see I am an officer here for this mercenary group, we take missions and send out teams to do the work, pays well. In fact I have a team that could probably use an experienced hand in the wilderness, if you are interesed."

He began with a mysterious smile.

The voice, or more accurately, the flowing elven speech pattern drew her attention from taking in the bustling surroundings of the fortress.

Looking in the direction of it, Thorn's sharp eyes focus on the speaker.

a strange tall fellow with intricate tattoos and a smirk on his face

The odds of that description matching someone else here in addition to the man instructing the four with the bows was rather unlikely. The letter in her pocket feeling like a ball of lead, a nervous flutter in her stomach, the ranger walks over toward the archery lesson.

She wasn't all that good with strangers, generally preferring the quiet of the wilderness to most people's ideas of conversation, but she was here now so there was nothing for it but to introduce herself.

"Uhm... hello..I'm looking for Tamrinil Alluevarin."

The tall elf paused in his directions turning his head to face you. For what seemed like forever he studied through narrow slitted eyes... then his smirk turned into a smile grew and his eyes widened.

"Continue to practice. I will be back in a few moments."

He addressed his students before proffering a slight bow and walking closer.

"I feel like I know you, though i dont believe we have met. How can I help you?"

He began glancing back to the students whom suddenly turned their attention back to the targets and not on the strange interuption.

The keep and compound was not what you thought it would be pictures of grand stone spires walls with marching soldiers stark human designs... this was homely, almost inviting. The walls were tall enough, and appeared solid. The lone high tower was slim and built of stone, but that was it. There was even a wooden inn built along the outside of the wall. The letter in your pocket felt heavier than it should. Two months ago a confused young messenger found you, said he had been given a letter for you.

It was from a elven relative, he said. a strange tall fellow with intricate tattoos and a smirk on his face. Tamrinil Alluevarin claimed to be kin to your father. Word had reached him about your mothers passing and well he mourned for her. He went on to describe about how he was an officer in a well regarded mercenary outfit in Druma and since her father was unavailible to provide aid that she could come see him in Macridi if she needed anything.

Intruigued more than anything else you left the small village you had been living in on the outskirts of the Fierani forest and head south just to see if the writer was full of s%$! more than anything. It seemed like a busy bustling place. A dwarf was directing a bunch of workers in adding some sort of mud like patching to the walls. The sound of a smith's forge hammering off to the north clanged in your ears. Two young humans chatting about magical theory as they walked by with baskets towards the open gate passed by you barely nodding at your presence.

"No. You seem to be pointing not aiming. Try again."

You heard a voice heavy with an elvish lilt to it correct someone. in the back corner of the compound you could see four young folk with bows intently watching and listening to a tall elf in leaf armor.... very simular to your armor in fact.

Your conversations were interupted by the sudden appearance of a figure sitting at your table. Despite his armor being dyed in patterns of greens and greys he had somehow slipped by your notice as he sat down and reached over taking a slice of bacon from your plate Amed. The elven ranger smirked at you all and one of the founding members of the Silver Shields merely winked at you all.

"I would not worry about the hobgoblins just yet, there is another mission that will take your concerns for now...besides were are just now getting a scouting party set up to see what we can learn about them."

He smiled and placed a scroll on the table in front of the group.

"Here my young friends is your next job. The owner of a local supply store Bwirse Delvoun has inquired about hiring skilled investigators who can keep quiet. Your group was successful in helping out Mr. Bredingund so Master Colewin thought you would be a good choice for this mission as well."

He pulled out a piece of platinum and as he spoke he shuffled it along the back of his clearly dexterous fingers. After a moment his finger moved and the coin disappeared practically in thin air. He smiled that weird smile of his his eyes widening in amusement.

"That coin was with many like it, and will be part of your payment when the job is finished. He wants to meet you over lunch at the Black dragon Inn here in Macridi. Bwirse is a round fellow, not much hair left on top. I dont know much more about what he wants but the word on the street is that he recently bought an old chest that was destroyed marked with strange old elven runes. There are no old elven ruins anywhere near here so you may be traveling far afield, perhaps to my home in Kyonin eh?"

He rose and offered a shallow little bow.

"Do remember the meeting is after high noon, at the Inn. Do not be late it looks bad on us all."

He chuckled as he made his way to one of the other tables that had a few other members of the shields sitting at it. Both notably elven and apparently feminine.