"Did you find anything with the Professor when you found him? Books, scrolls, perhaps?" Silas asks of the guide.
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"I am ready now, though we should bring a bite or two for the road."
"Is it morning already?" Silas attempts to rise and grabs at the side of the bed to steady himself. "Should not have drunk that last round," he mutters.
Terrick devours another wolf ball. "Should we go poking around tomorrow? I wouldn't mind seeing a haunted prison! Would be kind of interesting to look at!" "Why not? We do have some time to burn."
Silas smiles as he watches the others do their "espionage" thing. He readies to step in just in case there is a need. Though he believes that the others have the situation well in hand. Silas nibbles on one of the wolf balls. "Tasty, this."
Dillan looks at Silas and grins, "You buying?" "Why not?"
"I like your philosophy. Consistent with that, how about this? Surprise us with the best in the house."
The Laughing Demon. The name pique's Silas' interest. "The name seems ominous in a place like Ustalav but let it not be said that I let the name of a place daunt me. Lead on then."
"I'll echo your suggestion. A toast to the Professor is in order."
Silas braces his soul for what the book may contain. He recalls that there is a book of forbidden lore that could ensnare one's soul. "You may wanna check that thing for wards though."
Silas shakes his head, "This is just like the Professor to saddle us with one last mission involving forbidden literature." "But still, money is money."
Taelin takes Sunny over to the side of the house and attaches her bridle to a fence post there before she goes inside. "Anything I might be able to do to help with that, Master Silas? I have some training in the healing arts." Depending on the response, Taelin sets about making tea or something to help with the cold. "I would appreciate any help you can extend, Taelin."
Silas takes out a little hanky in time to cover his nose as he sneezes. "I think I am catching a cold."
Silas looks off into the distance before stepping up before the gathered people. He dusts off some imaginary lint off his shoulder or was it dandruff. Who knows? But begin his speech, he did. "Friends, allow me to speak from a vantage point of which I have some authority. I would like to tell you of our friend, the Professor.” “I think it is no more than three decades ago when I first met the Professor in the slums of Katheer, I believe. You would not believe it but the Professor then was a more worldly man. “ “His passion for life did have its disadvantage as it did attract the attention of an agent of darkness though at the time it wore the flesh of another.” “Pardon me for the vagueness of my description but as I have been often told: Ignorance is Bliss.” “Now, this other did try to seduce the Professor, to turn him to evil but when the Professor denied its advance it sought to end him. It was at this time that I entered the story, as I was waiting for this other to make its move. I recognized it, for long have I sought it but alas I merely ended its avatar and not the force behind it.” “Thereafter, we started our long correspondence. He would often send me lore that may aid in my quest; whereas I would often send him leads to particular curios he was interested in. And over the course of a human generation, I grew to admire the man.” “I was then in Minkai when I received the news of the Professor’s passing. But distance mattered not, so I am here.” “In closing allow me to share, a little poem I borrowed from the minstrels in Minkai:” In blossom today then scattered
"Now that the excitement is over, what say we pay the Professor the compliments he deserve."
Maintaining a respectful distance from the villagers, Silas sketches a courtly bow that is out of place with his present surroundings. "Kendra, my dear, please hold that thought. You love your father that much is certain but staining his memory with unseemly words will only serve to darken this already sorry day." Turning to the angry mob, "Gentlemen, my comrade, the Professor, cannot be described in any way, shape or form as a necromancer. And if you will hear me out I am prepared to give testimony here and now, as to his work as a defender of our civilization." "Without giving the crowd any chance to voice any objection, "Gentlemen, it was almost a decade ago when I corresponded with the Professor about an unseemly convergence of planetary alignments. You all of course recall that eclipse, yes?" Silas nods and encourages the others in the crowd and his companions to imitate his gesture. "The Professor whose insights into the matter led me, this humble representation, to chance discovery into a rift." "You ask yourselves what is a rift, then I will tell you. A rift is a tear in our reality by which beings from other worlds travel to our world. And yes the discovery of the rift before it became full grown enabled me, this humble representation, with the aid of the Eagle Knights, who I am sure you have heard of, to close the rift." "Now, the Eagle Knights are good, yes? And if you prevent beings from another world from coming here then that is a good thing, yes? Then it is but logical to conclude that the person who helped all this good things to come to pass is also good. That person being the Professor, who we have all come I am sure to honor this day. Think about it?" "Hence, the Professor is not a necromancer. Don't you see?"
"Keep calm everyone lest we drop the Professor."
A foppish looking elf with a sword strapped across his back appears at the entrance of the Restlands. Taelin knows him as a comrade in arms, a warrior-scholar by the name of Silas Tyr. "Am I late?" He asks sheepishly. Sensing that he just asked a stupid question, Silas volunteers to be one of the pallbearers, "Let me help you with that." "The Professor would be tickled to see us here, you know, Taelin." Looking at the others, "Hello. I am Silas."
Do any of the PCs know each other?
This is Silas Tyr, my elven magus. I haven't had time to list all the equipment I need.
For the Warden Spoiler: Silas feigns drinking; its his nature to deceive
Silas mingles with the crowd. He whispers a naughty word here and dispenses an erotic caress there. He is in his element and he knows tht his moves will soon attract the hostess of this party -- a person who hates being outshone by anyone. Silas catches sight of William and nods in his direction.
"Will, just one question at a time for the lady." He nods his encouragement to Will.
Silas smiles, "The lady is shrewd beyond her years." He stares into her eyes as he says, "I am called Silas. And may I know your name."
Silas smiles at Lady Albercroft and bows, "Pleased to meet you as well. My friend, Will, over here is quite impressed by you. May we have the privilege of toasting your valor?"
"Shush! Say it is all part of a plan and leave it at that. Be mysterious. You have what it takes."
Silas sheathes his dagger, "Well, Will, everything seems under control now. What say we walk on over there and see if you remember some of my lecture. Come on. The world will not wait for you."
Thinking that goblins are such simple creatures, Silas tosses a copper piece in the direction of the goblin to distract it.
Seeing that the situation is well in hand, Silas beckons to Will, "Come on! They can handle this! A lady awaits your attention!" "Oh, you remember that one: the still beating heart of an enemy, will make them as wet as...."
Seeing that the situation is well in hand, Silas beckons to Will, "Come on! They can handle this! A lady awaits your attention!"
"Oh, for the love of. I swear if he wasn't so vital to the plan," mutters Silas. "Damn, I guess I get to play a hero," he adds, drawing a dagger and holding it in a stabbing grip. Silas finishes his wine and follows after the foolish wizard and his companion.
Silas calmly sips his wine, as he considers the fastest exits out of this place. "Will, that is not our fight. Come."
Silas waves back and Will and Mal. "So, how has fortune smiled on you this day?" Silas motions for the buxom barmaid for some wine.
Silas smiles as he tucks the note into a pocket. He considers the the ways this could play out. He needs a moment of prayer to receive divine inspiration. Later he mutters, "Yes, why didn't I think of that before?" "Time to find William."
"There is nothing to fear my friend, I do not mean any harm to your mistress. I am just here to deliver the words of my goddess. As to where I stay, I am with the Lady Morrow. William and Mal vouch to the truth of what I say." "Pardon my cryptic answer there. But those of our church prefer a more circuitous way of answering questions rather than the plain speech those of you in the security industry prefer."
"Both actually, Master Itaden, the goddess insists that we enjoy our work. And by taking pleasure we do our work." "And by the looks of this little party, so do you, hmmm?" "This party will be the talk of high society for weeks to come, I say." "Can you introduce me to your mistress? My mistress foresees an intersection of interests, if you take my meaning?"
"You drink too much stimulants, Will. You're very jumpy. Women can smell that sort of thing. Relax your heart and be calm. Think of yourself as a pleasant stream which none can disturb and so shall you be." "Let's go then and consider our prey."
Silas emerges onto the scene like a predator, he spots his prey. "William, so have you given thought to what we have discussed? I assure that it will take much effort on your part. Come let's familiarize ourselves with the terrain so to speak. A good hunter knows the lair of his prey."
For the Warden Spoiler: I'm back and what's my motivation? Speaking like an actor here.
"There, there, my dear, do not allow this to distract you from your goal. Instead, use it to clarify and focus your intent to see these wrongs righted." "Now, smile as we give the world our attention."
"It's not metaphysical debate I am asking for. In plain speech, I dare you to practice the lessons I've been trying to teach you at the party. I know you are ready to do so." "Women will be like putty in your hands."
"Lady Vestang. Sounds like a crochety old maid." "So this party seems like an interesting opportunity. Tell me William, would you like to finally free yourself?" Silar sips some wine. For the Warden Spoiler: Silas is merely pretending to sip some wine.
"Upper crust? Tell me her name, William." "Quick, quick, don't be shy. We're friends here." For the Warden Spoiler: How are you finding Silas? Oh, and I will be very busy in the next two weeks. My posts might be sporadic.
"My dear, my bed needs arranging later. Can I count on you?"
"Touch, no, not losing it in the least." Silas rubs his chin, "You see William an awesome opportunity just landed on your lap." "Come let's talk it over here in private." For William Spoiler:
Is he supposed to follow you everywhere? You know once you succeed, you might not want too much attention from him. Just a thought. Silas motions for a barmaid and whispers in her ear, "Some red wine, elvish if you have it." He nibbles playfully on her ear and looks at her with a desperate hunger, one designed to provoke a highly sexual reaction. Bluff Check to Seduce The Barmaid 1d20+5=24 "I can smell you, my dear."
"William! What a fine time to see you." Silas waves at William, "Introduce me to your companion." "William, I have a little project which requires your participation. It will give you an opportunity to exercise some of the things that I have been teaching you. Imagine a seminar here. Why other artists will be jealous of you?" For William Spoiler: "A woman is involved.
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