Seymor freshly healed, takes another Jab at the Wax like creature.
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Seymor Smiles at the glowing aura around him as he stabs the creature once more.
"I knew there was something off about this sculpture.." Seymor turns around, and stabs the wax creature with his spear.
Seymor walks into the room and approaches the stacks of ledgers. Picking up a ledger on the top of a pile, he opens it and examines its contents.
Seymor moves over next to the mannequin and pokes it with tip of his spear. "Such a strange, yet beautiful sculpture. Perhaps it was made as an altarpiece or an object for a ceremony of some sort." He looks over at Lirana, with a puzzled look.
Seymor walks into the wax covered room and examines out the wax mannequin.
Seymor follows Adalieh as she tails the trail. When he reaches the bridge Seymor examines the wax. Huh? Where did it go? Underwater?
Puzzled, he then makes his way to the chandlery, and after seeing nobody around, he makes his way to the shut door, and attempts to open it. "Ello, Anybody Home?"
Seymor grunts as the boards do not come off as easily as he expected. He steps back and obverses the construction, and starts to pry off the wooden boards.
"Very well then" Seymor moves over to the door and trys to pry the door open with his longspear.
"Well looks like we hit a dead end here" Seymor says, digging the tip of his longspear into the dirt, he looks back at the bonfires radiating from Karpad. "Shall we go back to town and investigate there?"
Seymor follows Laurentiu up the stairs and watches as the old man opens the door, and angrily shuts it. He looks up at Lirana "Perhaps that would be best."
ready to go to the baron as well
Seymor steps up and smiles at the lady. "It is your parent's my dear. They say you have not responded to their coresponses for some time now and are getting worried. Is everything alright, besides for this fletching "drama" "?
Even though Seymor was tired, the thought of finding out what happened to his neighbor and leaving this awful place and returning to the city, hopefully as heir to the esate was appealing and first most important. Seymor looks over at Lirana's direction. "Yes perhaps, they have a bed for us there. Besides, we need to meet up with Anya, so we can return to Nisroch hastily. These local's are making me nervous. We shall head to the Manor"
"So what about that room?" Seymor says as the crowd walks away.
Seymor see's Medraut and Corso approach the waxy man, an moves his way through the crowd to his companions. These country folk sure seem to be unstable. Seymor tightened his grip on his iron longspear, which he had using as a walking stick.
Seymor moves into the crowd as he takes a look around and tries to find anything else unusual or out of the ordinary.
" A bed sounds about right, Adalieh." Seymor says, examining the "landscape" laid out before him, eyeing some of townsfolk standing near the center of town "Shall we ask some of the locals about these strange daytime fires?"
Ready =D
It wasn't too long after meeting the others at the cart, that the caravan took off to Karpad. The Usk river was even more beautiful up stream, and Seymor was overwhelmed by the new sights and smells. He quickly got acquainted with his fellow travelers, each took turns telling grand story's of there adventures. A young woman with grey-blue eyes and black hair sat next to him, and spoke about an illness Anya had as a child. He remembered that time, and how the illness struck the Tiboros's families daughter pretty hard. He leaned over to the young lady . "Do you think Anya has gotten ill once again?" he said with a pause. "Did her previous illness leave her in with any vulnerabilities or disabilities?"
As Seymor grabbed his bags and headed for the Caravan that is taking him to Karpad, many thoughts flowed through his head. What will it be like outside these city walls? Drafted as a guard for the Umbral Court at a young age, Seymor hasn't ventured very far from Nisroch. What Has happened to Anya? Has she willing lost connection with her family? But Why? If not, then what has happened of her? As Seymor walked past the towering piles of skeletons known as The Cathedral of Bone, he wondered one last thought. Do I really have what it takes if Anya is in trouble? Even though the Umbral Court is known for their methods of torture, Seymor was just a pawn in his career, a mire gate guard, and sometimes body guard for the elite, and he was starting to second guess if he was the best man for the job. He approached the Caravan at Leper's Gate as a couple of Merchant's were loading crates into a wagon.
Splendid. In his 45 years of age, Seymor has not traveled far outside of Nisroch's boarders, so he could definitely use the company. Getting him to admit that though, that's a different story =D
Crunch Finished, expect for buying some mundane items. Are any of my fellow adventures coming from Nisroch as well? If So did we caravan together? Already met?
Dotting and doing Crunch as well =D |