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Post by DM CiCi on Aug 5, 2011 18:02:09 GMT -5
General Prompt As midnight approaches the party walks back to the Elven Quarter from the Tavern. Everything is fairly quiet given the time of night, but Daesi and Nia can't shrug off the feeling of being followed. Hastening his pace he walks the party around in a circular manner as if to loose the tail. When you reach his home the resident half-elf in the party is exhausted.
The home that Daesi's aunt Thala shares with him is one of the larger residences in the quarter. The first room of the house consists of a store front and counter behind which is an extensive collection of old books written in several different languages. Accross the room from the counter on the wall is a large map of the Kingdom of Therfis, and Lateu’Suoress. There is a door way between two bookcases and a set of stairs that leads to the upper bedroom. The door leads to a private living area appointed in the elven mannor with a several chairs, a fireplace and a shrine to the god Lunniea in full view. You can tell that lily scented incense has been burning in the room. Beyond the livingroom is Daesi's private study which is kept locked.
Daesi retires to his study for the night and Thala shows you up to the bedroom for the night.
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Post by sue on Aug 5, 2011 19:18:57 GMT -5
Battle was not a thing that Merrik was accustomed to preparing for. In his near-century of life, he could count the minor scuffles he'd been involved in on one hand. He needed no fingers at all to tally the times he himself had wielded a blade.
He sighed, lacing his leather armor tight over his body, regretting with every irritated yank that he'd purchased this set more for looks than practicality. What dragon needed human armor, after all?
This dragon, apparently.
Once he was clothed - black leather on nondescript grey wool - he fastened a sword belt around his hips and pulled his hair up into a loose knot. The flicker of magic drifted around him, altering his appearance, hardening his features into those of an experienced swordsman.
Throwing a cloak over all, and then, finally ready, he booted aside the trunk that blocked the door to his room and made his way down to the street.
He'd found the house easily enough - he was used to following directions to the houses of collectors and traders - and knocked on the door loudly.
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Post by DM CiCi on Aug 5, 2011 19:32:31 GMT -5
"Hello?" Thala answered as she opened the door. "You must be Merrik, my name is Thala, Daesi's aunt and housekeeper."
She is a middle aged elven women with dark hair and a fair complexion, wearing a long flowing skirt, loose blouse, and lots of jewelery. She showed Merrik through the front room and into the living area, motioning for him to sit on one of the chairs.
There is a hearty elven breakfast laid out on a table by the fire consisting of bread, fresh berries, and a pitcher of cream.
Daesi is sitting on a chair wearing a light blouse and breaches, and sharpening a thin curved blade with a wetstone. His freshly oiled leather armor is sitting folded next to him.
"Welcome to my home," he said. "The girls are still upstairs getting ready."
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Post by sue on Aug 5, 2011 19:40:12 GMT -5
The merchant thanked the woman, then nodded to Daesi in greeting.
"Perhaps now would be a good time for us to discuss matters, then," he spoke, standing with a gloved hand resting easily on the pommel of his longsword.
Truth be told, he wasn't sure how to comfortably sit in all this stiffened leather. He doubted it was possible.
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Post by DM CiCi on Aug 5, 2011 19:51:15 GMT -5
"I supose so," Daesi replied sheathing his weapon.
He absent-mindedly fiddled with the scarf around his neck, as the level of tension had risen rather dramatically. He could tell that Merrik wasn't exactly happy with the situation that he had been roped into.
But in his position Daesi didn't necessarily need to be liked. He was an underling after all, and if it took a bit of fighting for the newcomer to be accepted by his people and his master then it was a price he'd pay.
He of course was less than happy with the circumstances as well. He wasn't much of a fighter himself, although he was a more than competent with the arts of the sword. There were more important things though than his distaste for combat. The future of his existant was on the line in part.
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Post by Katherine on Aug 5, 2011 19:59:02 GMT -5
When Terrwyn got to Daesi and Thala's residence she got to her room shed all of clothing except her shift and got to bed. Even as her head touched the pillow she was fast asleep.
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Post by sue on Aug 5, 2011 20:09:09 GMT -5
He paused for a moment, then his expression grew stern, almost angry. "First," he began, "understand this. I am not divulging this information for you to mock me -to I will not stand for that. Nor is my story to leave these walls without my explicit approval. Were my troubles to be publicly known, it would likely be the end of me."
He trailed off with a sigh, running his tongue over his teeth anxiously. "I am human only as the result of an unexpected attack as I slept. I am helping you now - make no mistake - not for honor or loyalty to your king, for this is not my nation, nor these my people. I assist you now in hope that this curse can be lifted, and I assure you that if it can be undone, I will be in your debt, and serve dutifully."
"But you owe me this before I risk my life for your cause - do you believe that your mages can restore a dragon to his proper form?"
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Post by DM CiCi on Aug 5, 2011 20:22:04 GMT -5
"Dragon?" Daesi spat as he had just taken a sip of his beverage. Now he was currently wearing his milk much to the chargin of his cat who had been sleeping on his lap. Letting out a rare elven curse-word he quickly worked to sponge off the offending drink with his neck scarf before replacing it with a new one. "Dragon? Right? I was hoping this was going to be simple, but wow just wow."
He let the shock work off for a bit before saying: "Well, Quessir have had a good relationship with dragons for centuries. After all it is a dragon that lives in the fabled lake of Lothen guarding the source of all elven magic. I'm sure given the circumstances my superiors would be more than gracious to look into this problem for you."
He now felt stupid for demanding such a request from the merchant....
((OOC: hey Kate I had to delete your posts. You are not suposed to be a part of this conversation yet....sorry hon!))
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Post by sue on Aug 5, 2011 20:32:14 GMT -5
Merrik frowned, politely ignoring the elf's discomposure. "Silver dragon, to be precise. I am near enough a full adult amongst my kind. If this were to become known, my hoard would certainly be plundered, and I would be in great danger - a weakened dragon is a target too tempting to resist, for some."
He relaxed somewhat, an unguarded look of genuine unhappiness clouded his face. "This is the best option I've got, so far. This may turn out to be a curse for you as well - I have no way to know if the one who did this to me is content to leave things as they stand, or if they'll turn up again. For this reason, I'd prefer that you don't involve the other two unless it becomes necessary that they know."
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Post by DM CiCi on Aug 5, 2011 20:45:18 GMT -5
"Yes well I understand sir. The girl has the babbling mouth of a drunk sometimes. Nia, on the other hand I'm not so sure about her. She might be able to help us as she is quite the mage herself, but for now I suppose it would be best to air on the side of caution. I promise that your secret is safe with me sir," Daesi replied composing himself.
Part of him couldn't help but think that the two paths they trod were somehow connected.
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Post by sue on Aug 5, 2011 20:51:26 GMT -5
The merchant nodded gravely, then - hesitating briefly - seated himself with a wince as the armor bit into him. "So..." he began, mildly uncomfortable with the subject of his problems, "is there anything you can tell me about today's work? Many of your words - titles, associations - I know not what they mean. I would like to have more information as to what we're facing."
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Post by DM CiCi on Aug 5, 2011 21:02:53 GMT -5
"I'll leave the explanations for when the girls come down if you don't mind sir," Daesi replied. "I'd rather not have to explain twice."
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Post by sue on Aug 5, 2011 21:07:44 GMT -5
"Of course," Merrik agreed readily enough.
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Post by Katherine on Aug 6, 2011 7:49:04 GMT -5
Terrwyn woke with a start she couldn't say what had woken her up she just had a strange feeling of imminent danger. She got up and hurriedly washed her face in cold water chasing away the sleep and any bad dreams. she made her bed than got dressed in a splitskirt for riding with a white linen shirt then a tunic with loose long, slit sleeves with laces, over that came a leather jerkin with laces down the front. Terrwyn liked the comfort of the many layers. She had decided not put scale mail on just yet it was rather heavy and on comfortable. Terwyn coiled her hair and stuck a few pins through, than started to pack her belonging and gear. She checked and made sure her weapons and paladin armor were tidy and clean than packed the armor in saddle bags with everything else.
She heaved her stuff downstairs and found Daesi and Merric in the sitting room. She had no clue where Nia was.
"hello good morning! Where is Miss Nia?", Terrwyn asked Daesi as she set her packs down. "And whats for Breakfast, do we have enough travel rations for four?", she asked as the thought came to her. She sat on a chair making sure Lily wasn't in it first.
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Post by DM CiCi on Aug 6, 2011 9:00:33 GMT -5
((OOC: Kate you and Nia share a room!))
"Well morning Terriwyn. Did you sleep well? There is elven bread and berries from the garden on the table. As for rations why don't you go speak to Thala for that," Daesi replied.
Nia's probably still preparing spells knowing her, Daesi thought. Doesn't hurt to be prepared. With that he began thumbing through his own spellbook and checked his components pouch to make sure he had what he needed.
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