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Post by Pinkie Fighter on Jun 9, 2008 21:28:44 GMT -5
when is the next supply come in or out? After i have talked to Dane I will look for Destian and ask his opinion on the hobgoblins.
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jun 9, 2008 22:37:20 GMT -5
The innkeeper eyes the tiefling, "Aye, ya can," turning to face.
"There anything I can get ya?"
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Dane frowns, "We should have some of the tradesmen leaving today, and some should be arriving tomorrow. Should, not necessarily a guarantee. We shall see. Got any more questions, and are ya willing to help me out?"
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Post by Pinkie Fighter on Jun 9, 2008 22:43:31 GMT -5
we will see. i bid you farewell then walk away and look for Destian and ask his opinion on the hobgoblins.
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Post by Duskwalker on Jun 10, 2008 0:28:18 GMT -5
Nich will Nod expressing his interest in the room...
"Just some cheap ale and a hot meal, besides the room of course; and possibly someone to keep an open ear and eye out for me, would you be interested?"
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Post by Madscotsman on Jun 10, 2008 9:02:22 GMT -5
Warmed by the Honey Wine, Beleg sets out once more into the frosty weather after paying, trudging over to the Temple to Alton, believing that any opposition to unecessary death most probably had its roots there.
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jun 10, 2008 9:19:22 GMT -5
Shane --
You enter the Temple of Alton. This humble structure houses about a dozen commoners clothes in minimal garments for the weather. They lay huddled around each other for warmth and some of the pews have been removed.
An old man stands near the Altar talking to a young boy, he wears no ceremonial raiment, but a rather drab robe of grey. His cloak is heavy and rather ordinary. His staff, however, radiates light as if itself was a torch. It must be made of ivory or glossed in a white sheen.
He looks up and smiles. "Well met, stranger. Welcome to a beacon of hope in a land of cold. If there is anything you require, do not hesitate to ask."
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Nich -
The innkeeper finishes serving Beleg and says in a low tone, "Need anything else, feel free ta ask. 'nother patron."
He retrieves and fills another mug of ale and walks to Nich, "Aye, sometimes two ears is not enough. What are you in need of seein' and hearin'?"
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Beleg -
A human walks into the Temple just a moment before you. (( You hear the greeting he also heard earlier in the post ))
He smiles and nods, indicating a response from either of you.
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Post by Pinkie Fighter on Jun 10, 2008 12:11:36 GMT -5
i am looking Destian. Can you help me?
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Post by Duskwalker on Jun 10, 2008 13:38:56 GMT -5
Nich tries his best to keep his grin from appearing on his face, but can't do it for long...
Nich answers in a low volume so that only he and the innkeeper can hear...
"Anything that may be of interest to me, and also of any people that would be willing to share information about anything that may be going on around town. Would that be alright sir?"
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Darth Marcos
Journeyman
My lightsaber is longer than yours!
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
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Post by Darth Marcos on Jun 10, 2008 14:12:36 GMT -5
Faustus interjected the hauntingly serene silence with a hearty cough, thick plumes of condensation erupting from his mouth, which billowed inwards upon themselves until the air cooled itself, the thick trails quickly blending into the rest of the air as they floated further from the orifice which bore them life. His hand gripped tightly at the base of his neck, rubbing forcefully in order to calm his body, the erratic hacking twisting his body inwards upon itself as the fit turned into a guttural groaning, mucus thick within his esophagus.
Unrelated, Faustus' horse gently twists it's head around to peer behind it, gazing unwittingly at the path that it had traversed. This is far enough, excogitated Faustus, observing the obsidian towers corkscrewing and contorting to the wind's demand upward, rising above the tree lines ahead of him. That pit of village shan't be far. If you could call Gothway a haven of civilization. Faustus' digits, tightly balled, lessened their tension and became nimble once more, Striking the tome securely fastened to both his waist and his left forearm via chain twice, banishing the frost from it's covering. The left of his upper appendages jolted to life, the manipulative end of which clutched the Encyclopedia Arcana with a deferential treating. The latch which normally sealed the book clicked and sprung open with a mechanical pop, despite no physical manipulation of the lock was performed by the shivering man. It was though some unseen hand operated the artifact. The animal skin pages (only the finest) acted as though they had minds of their own, flapping about with a focused intent. They rested only moments later, relaxing once a particular pair of pages delicately displayed their data, decreed in draconic. Faustus' eyes danced about the page, accessing the knowledge within. His right fist now raising, holding a potpourri of small, seemingly insignificant collection of colored dusts, fur, and baubles. The horse on which Faustus sits upon grunts, not content with it's lot at the moment - stationary within the cold, as an apish creature straddles its back, barking incoherently and waving around a clawed appendage grasping indigestible items.
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The ritual complete, Faustus looks to the small looking-glass shaped disk of force that now resides motionless within space adjacent to the horse. Satisfied with his arcane work, Faustus' quivering lips tightly press and entwine themselves into a smile. With a small push, he dismounts the apathetic animal and lands firmly upon the small, floating disk, it ceasing to buckle underneath his weight. The horse is more comfortable, Faustus reflected, But it is also branded, and horse thievery still buys a visit to the gallows, at best. His feet pressed together, toe to toe, heel to heel upon the disk, he balances himself precariously upon the three foot diameter transport, and turns his attention to the animal. His right hand rearranges it's shape, thumb pressing up upon the middle and ring finger as the two aforementioned digits press down, index and pinky tightening into rigid pillars. With a strong, forward directional gesture, his hand bursts open in sync with his mouth, uttering a single phrase in a foreign language. Light and fire explode into existence, howling with an unkellryianly shriek, deep haughty growls and laughter echoing between the trees as the spectacle of light whips thrice around the horses neck, rocketing through it's path within the time frame of every few seconds, before halting near the base of the horses skull, resting a few moments, then traversing it's predetermined path once more. The horse cries out in horror, fleeing away from the floating man and deep into the woods, howling all the while.
The charm should last long enough to put distance between this spot and the horse. Faustus grimaced, his deep nasolabial lines framing his deep seeded frown, looking into the woods with a mixture of awe and grim resentment. The direction the horse was guided was not random, but predetermined - Once exiting the woods, the horse would be near Keller's Gorge. Not even a madman would tread to those lands, nor would pursuing men follow such tracks to receive their property. And if they were so bold -
Either way, Faustus was rid of his problem. The disc hovered on, about an hours walk from Gothway, Faustus rigorously touching nothing. They may be simple guards, not men of the woods, but let it not be said of Faustus that he was never thorough.
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jun 10, 2008 14:40:31 GMT -5
Shane --
The old man smiles, "I am Destian. Why is it you seek me out?"
He glances around the room, inspecting all of the residents as he speaks.
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Nich --
The innkeeper grins boyishly and responds, "Oh, aye. But I'm not sure what you consider interesting. I've heard there's a large amount of animals have come in from the east. The hobgoblins aren't poaching them, too. Who knows why? Eh, but that probably isn't your taste, is it? Tell me more and bare in mind, you only paid for the room and ale..."
He walks back to the bar.
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Faustus --
(( Alt Tab is my friend, one hell of a post ))
As you approach Gothway, the guards hail you, but do not stop your passage.
OOC: Any destination in town?, the town has a given description earlier.
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Post by Madscotsman on Jun 10, 2008 15:05:31 GMT -5
Deciding to wait for the other interested party, Beleg slowly sits in a nearby pew, causing the wood to creak under his stocky weight. Once again, he removes his helmet, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand and muttering something about how annoyingly hot the weather is. He draws a skin of melted snow from his belt and takes a swig, washing down the remainder of the mead's sticky aftertaste. Replacing the water, he does his best to allow the priest and the other human privacy in their conversation, letting his eyes wander about the temple taking in the craftsmanship of the place.
Hard luck people, these, and the building reflects it. I suppose it's no wonder considering how Dane treats his folk. That's gotta be stopped, that it does. Could be this Yani lad could use me help.
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Darth Marcos
Journeyman
My lightsaber is longer than yours!
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
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Post by Darth Marcos on Jun 10, 2008 17:08:33 GMT -5
Faustus shows little to no interest in the guards. Peasants in tin cans, not unlike well packed travel rations - And they'd be crushed as easily. The thoughts delighted the man, his mouth carving a smile of delight into his estranged features. He floated by upon the tiny disk making only but a tiny, elegant gesture towards each guard, acknowledging their presence, and nothing more.
A tight grunt came from Faustus, his body collapsing some as his stomach clenched, delivering a wave of queasiness rippling through his body. Retaining his composure, his head would shift to and fro, examining each building that lay before him as he floated directly down the middle of the main street. His eyes scanned the sign of each building, a search that would only be halted upon beholding a tavern. The first one he would spy would be the determined target, and the trajectory of the floating man would adjust to bisect the desired building. up and over the stool would the disc rise, and with a simple gesture would the bolt upon the door jump to action, the knob turning but by pure will power, and the door politely removing itself from the man's path. Entering the building, his then stiff legs would function, and with two swift steps the man exited his transportation, which floated obediently behind him the rest of the way. He approached the bar, surveying the site for any form of parchment or woodblock containing a list of culinary applications he could request.
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Post by Duskwalker on Jun 10, 2008 17:15:26 GMT -5
Nich looks at the Innkeeper for a moment and before he leaves to go back around the bar, he mentions a few other things... Still in a whisper so that only he can hear...
"Like if there are any other tieflings in the area, any news of people who are of Interest to the authorities of this place, things like that. Something that I can work with, does that clear what I am looking for a little better? But besides that I would like a hot meal and hear is the money that I promised..."
Nich lays ten gold onto the table besides the amount for the meal, drink, and room...
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