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Silvui yawns ,stretches and eyes the book his brother had thrown down. If thats your thoughts then maybe you should not be reading a book titled, "Erosion- the effects of time and magic in the material plane". I think I have found a few here that may help us, but to be honest im also wondering if my eyes have begun bleeding...they havnt have they?
As the other prepared for sleep Silvui once again cornered his brother, for awhile he had kept to himself brooding over the events that had happened and were to come. We shall help discover the cause of the professors death, but on the marrow we two will stay here, and research the harrowstone and anything else of interest to the area. The books here will serve us better, and the others are plenty enough to speak to some old priests and rob a bunch of abandoned supplies. Silvui speaks gravely and leaves no room for argument in his words, for once his sly grin he grows when speaking with his brother isnt present, instead he appears dead serious. Maybe they will be killed or driven from this foolish adventure without us present and brother and I can get on with our lives all the richer for it. As the others went to sleep Silvui respectfully refused a room from kendra, instead he took to pacing around the house picking out books for tommorows research and investigating the empty halls as if to expose some kind of treachery. Within a few hours however Silvui allows himself to bitterly fall asleep on a chair, his journey having exausted him enough that he finally agreed with himself that rest was more important.
Silvui wakes late the next day being stired by his brother the others preparing to leave. Silvui eats his much appreciated breakfast in silence, he seems less tense then before and refrains from glaring at anyone, keeping his eyes and emotions carefully concealed. As kendra and the others depart for their mission Silvui and his brother sit and begin their task of researching the history of the harrowstone and local events which may help them in their endevor.
Silvui grins at his brothers words. I know what your trying to do brother...but perhaps there is some truth to that, the riches and fame could do us good I suppose. cant start a real gang with nothing but money, a poetic tale of heroism will surely stir them all the more. Silvui sighs annoyed by his thoughts of agreement and his brothers victory. Very well, we shall go search this place, but I demand you promise to turn back if things get out of hand, I know how determined you can be to get yourself killed. He says with a smug smile.
Silvui recoils as if struck by his brothers words. You feel that strongly about him? he shakes his head rubbing his fingers across his closed eyes letting them linger there for a moment. You have always treasured our time with him, i respected him too... but we have a duty to survive, this tomb robbing, necromancer confronting, idiotic act you propose would put us in uneeded danger. Silvui's voice grows more strained, he desperatly trys to force himself to remain calm.
Silvui looks over the journal entries himself as the other talk of investigation and necromancers. His joyful mood souring at his brothers words. He listens to the others speak eyeing his brother then taking a moment to go over the books.
As Arkadi begins speaking to Levelle Silvui moves quickly to his brothers side and pulls him away from the others. Do you really think this is wise? Why risk our lives on this? The professor never asked us to investigate his death. Mother and Iozef are relying on us, we should let the others take care of this, its not our fight. Silvui eyes the others darkly and turns back to his brother, dont be a fool he says with a degree of urgency.
Silvui had said words only to himself during the funeral, keeping his thoughts his own. The journey to the professors home was a quite one for silvui, in which he ignored the others and thought silently to himself of his time with the professor and the effects he had had on him and his brothers life. Upon reaching the home, silvui felt like he should protest to his brother, their task was done, the professor was buried time for them to leave. However the welcoming sight of shelter and hospitality quickly won him over, and he still had a lingering sense of unpaid debt toward his hosts father. As his brother attempted to lighten the mood Silvui chuckled at a few of the jokes and seemed to relax. He listened calmly to the will not expecting anything for himself. The mention of money sent his mind racing. With that kind of money, mother could live the way she deserves, we could get together a gang proper and finally break out of this small timer rut. He nods his head slowly and smiles, all thoughts of departing forgotten. perhaps when all is said and done, one of our pals will travel home alone, and could be persuaded to depart with their earnings... it seems even in death you help us professor. Silvui looks to kendra My brother and I would be honored to remain in your home. Andrezi's look is met with a grin and raised eyebrow from Silvui. He is wise enough to keep his vulgar thoughts to himself for the moment, he simply waves his brother on, not wishing to intrude, and not considering for a moment that his brother is just trying to be nice, he is too lost in greedy thoughts to care at the moment anyways.
With a little npc prodding silvui will probably speak, but otherwise he will keep his thoughts to himself.
Loving the developing party dynamic myself. I really like levelles personality and the way she talks, good blend of foreign and believable.
Silvui quietly wraps his weapon around his waist twice and then across his shoulder finally looping the hilt in the small of his back. He frowns at Uriahs words but remains silent allowing his brother to speak for his actions, as is their custom. He listens to the elvish womens words his eyes narrowing. he turns to his brother and whispers to him I dont like this brother, we should bury the professor and leave as soon as possible.
Silvui twirls his Urumi around his head staring menacingly at peasant 7, the blood of his comrade flying off the blade whip in all directions. He moves around the coffin to better defend it, hoping his threat has finally been understood.
Silvui stares darkly at the peasant and whips his blade at the him, clearly attempting to harm the man.
No problemo, I wasnt really intending it to be a reach weapon, and honestly id prefer if it wasnt, but it just didnt make sense in my head and figured i should ask.
gm query:
Quick question concerning the urumi weapon i use. Mine is 10ft in length they can come as long as 20ft, however it doesnt say anything about reach? Silvui lets out a grunt as he notices the peasants getting closer to the coffin.
Silvui is looking quite annoyed by the group of peasants, and his uncomfotable burden.
Silvui moves over to an empty part of the coffin quietly, willing and prepared to bear this man to his final resting place.
Silvui nods, letting his eyes fall greedily on the mentioned necklace for a moment before removing them. Silvui knows when to take his brother seriously, Your right of course, wont happen again. Silvui turns to kendra and forces himself to speak Your father was a great man, Im sure you know that. But it cant hurt to hear it can it? Silvui is very uncertain of his words not wanting to offend but clearly unsure of what to say.
Silvui here, complete and ready to thrive. Hope all gear and such checks out. Thanks for letting me join ze game!
Silvui frowns with his usual look around the cemetary. His glance favors the coffin of his dead once employer and slight father figure. He wears a rapier at his waist and a series of blades held together around his waist and chest dance in torchlight as he follows his brother closely throughtout the crowd, it is obvious that he appears apprehensive and nervous about this location. funerals have never been my thing, such a waste of time. he lets out a look of sorrow at the coffin regretful for his thoughts. He was a good man, lets be kind to his memory. At the bump from his brother Silvui nods to the proffesors daughter as if this is enough to convey his condolences.
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