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Sparks recoils from the dark creature and moves back to the far wall then gives a brief, sharp whistle. Ndege, her hawk, flaps its wings and takes flight in the direction Sparks points with her bow. The bird flanks the dark creature, taking a bite as it swoops by. for At nearly the same time, Sparks lets loose with an arrow directed at the shadowy foe. for
"Rope!" Sparks exclaims suddenly. A little over forty years ago, some Gnomish friends and I found a clearing with something shiny at the bottom of a deep cave. We tied some rope around me and, working together, they lowered me down to the bottom to take a closer look at what they had found. The same could work here." She hesitates a moment then look over to Guzmord. "I would go, but there's less of a chance the floor would give way under the lightest of us. And even if it were to, we could make sure you did not drop all that far." "Unless, someone has a better idea?" she asks.
Sparks takes a position trailing the group by a good ways and attempts to so as to make sure no one unsavory is following the small, impromptu group she has found herself a part of.
Traveling so far back from the group seems to have its advantages as she is able to hear things said, whispered, and muttered that perhaps the others traveling closer together miss.
Sparks continues making her rounds about the party. There are all kinds of people here. Some, like Humans, Half-elves, and Gnomes she is familiar with and she is immediately able to strike up conversations and relay experiences. With others, like Halflings, and especially Goblins and Dwarves, Sparks is a bit more wary, having met few or even none in the small town adjacent to the forest she grew up in. But, as with all things, she does her best to be respectful and open minded. As with the other dwarves at the party, Sparks is a little wary of Gorm Greathammer, but as she overhears him exchange stories with multiple initiates she cannot help but join in. She waits until there is a pause in Guzmord’s conversation with Gorm then steps up to the leader of the Grand Archive. ”I believe the nearly forgotten elven war you were speaking of a few minutes before is one that my father served in many, many decades ago. He has always been reluctant to speak of particulars, but perhaps if I relayed what details I know, you could help me understand a little more about just what it was my father endured?”
'Hmm...' Sparks thinks to herself as she makes a note to offer to help with the Gorgon should the opportunity present itself. Seeing others around her going about making introductions, she wanders the room listening to the small talk and makes some of her own answering a few minor questions here and there from the other Society initiates. Eventually she finds herself in front of the leader of the Vigilant Seal and attempts to introduce herself, though without using any particular method of charm or distraction. She simply treats the man like might any business owner or city leader she'd dealt with in the past. "Greetings and good tidings. My name is Sparks Clearpath, new member of the Radiant Oath. How are you this evening?"
Encouraged by word that those she wishes to talk to are somewhere nearby, Sparks sets her pack down along an exterior wall then strides into the ballroom with only her bow, quiver, and bird. At 106 years of age, parties and celebrations are nothing new to her, though ones of this scale and finery certainly are. Still, there’s a table with snacks and drinks, and that’s familiar enough to start with. She fills her first cup just in time to see Nax’s daring display. The half elf’s strategy is not one Sparks could ever bring herself to employ, it just wouldn’t be proper, but being just on the other side of the table with drink in hand, Sparks muses to stick around for a moment in order to listen and see how things go for the young sorceress.
"First, ah..." Sparks looks across to the others nearby what with her bow and pack and their assorted swords and weapons, then at the full fledged party happening within the ballroom, and back to the shorter woman in front of her, "...is there any place we might set our belonging?" "Second, is there a representative of the Radiant Oath here tonight?" she asks. "The man who first told me of the Society spoke at length about them, and I feel at least some obligation to start there, if possible."
Sparks does her best to put on a confident face as she enters the gates of the Grand Lodge, but actions big and small make her excitements and trepidations plain to those keen to see them. A wary glance at the flaming trees. A slow, mouth-agape twirl as she walks past one of the towers reaching towards the sky. One extra shuffle to make sure she is standing in just the right spot as she joins the others at her mustering point. Coming to a gathering this large is a new experience for her, but she hopes that’s not too apparent to the others. The tall elven maiden is slightly on the lean side, though her homemade leather armor and the travel pack she wears does some to hide her lack of bulk. She listens attentively as others make their introductions, but can’t help but run one hand idly along the string of the longbow as she does so. When it is her turn, Sparks takes a small step forward then speaking clearly says, ”My name is Sparks Clearpath. I am here to make money to help my family back home. The town I worked in previously was attacked by a cult and one of the adventurers who I helped defend the town pointed me here. So, here I am.” After a beat she adds a bit more nervously, ”I am good with my bow and my bird. And on the hunt.” The small, brown hawk nestled among her quiver of arrows briefly stretches its wings then tucks back in as Sparks steps back, her turn complete. |
