Justice looks the gnome over and shrugs, Nothing specific that I know of, but of the usual members of a group like ours that is the one that is missing. But as none are presenting themselves, why don't you come with me and we'll see what the group thinks.
A traveller returns to the Shard, pushing open the door and glancing at the assembled folks before stepping in. His hair and beard are a decidely unnatural shade of blue, drawing attention away from everything else but his intense steely-grey eyes.
He wears chainmail that looks like it has seen some action recently, with rings on the left side of his chest that look like that been recently repaired. A well made cloak is draped from his shoulders, and he carries a fine looking sword at his side.
Moving towards the bar, he says expressionlessly, " I see that you did not waste any time returning to the tavern here, Rethlin. I would of thought the gnome would be back before I, but maybe he had his own business to attend to. "
__________________ -Kaodi
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
-Iago, Shakespeare's Othello, Act III. Scene III. Lines 180-186.
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" I see that you did not waste any time returning to the tavern here, Rethlin. I would of thought the gnome would be back before I, but maybe he had his own business to attend to. "
"Aye" responds Rethlin, "shopping was quick. I'm sure Zook will be along shortly. You know him, he cannot resist a news stand or Library..."
Rethlin's notices the tall woman with reddish-brown complexion. "Well met, my name is Rethlin, I serve the Silver Flame. What do you call yourself?"
Rethlin's notices the tall woman with reddish-brown complexion. "Well met, my name is Rethlin, I serve the Silver Flame. What do you call yourself?"
The woman looked over Rethlin, and his compatriot for a moment. "I am Reveka, called Scrapescale among the guardians. It appears as if you have seen adventure recently, and good tales seem to be lacking- have you a story to tell?" Her accent was as unusual as her appearance- it seemed as if the common tongue of Khorvaire was not the language she was most used to.
"I am Reveka, called Scrapescale among the guardians. It appears as if you have seen adventure recently, and good tales seem to be lacking- have you a story to tell?"
"Yes indeed, Lady Reveka, we have seen many tough fights lately" Rethlin bows. "It started when news of a murder came to this very Tavern. A group of us vowed to investigate, and found a criminal shifter to be behind it. He has been slain and all of Sharn can rest easier this night, thank the Flame!"
Reveka paid rapt attention to the abbreviated tale, and nodded in acknowledgment when it was finished. "That has the making of a fine story. Now was it a hunt, to bring this wrongdoer to ground, or a battle, or both? For a battle without a chase is like a meal without drink to accompany it, and even the youngest hunter can hardly brag if his prey falls without a struggle..." After a moment, she added another question. "This Flame, the Silver Flame you have mentioned- is that your patron? Do you collect tales and glory in her name?"
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Zook looks over at Reveka Now,now you wouldn't want to be claiming my story would you. I work for the Korranberg Chronicle and the story has already been written. Suffice it to say there was a chase. A long one. Rife with complications, love, and a meager librarian, punching out a thug, seducing a woman and delivering the ill shot to the criminal. But that is all i will say for any more words and the story would be out.
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After a moment, she added another question. "This Flame, the Silver Flame you have mentioned- is that your patron? Do you collect tales and glory in her name?"
Rethlin can hardly contain his excitement "What is the Silver Flame, you ask? Well m'lady, it is my life, my soul, but more literally my Deity. Let me tell you the Divine Truth behind the Silver Flame." Sedar rolls his eyes as Rethlin takes the pulpit.
"They say she was human once, but Tira Miron left her mortality behind her some 700 years ago! A vision of a rainbow-winged serpent warned her about a terrible evil rising in Thrane, riding crimson fire. This fire had drawn dark creatures from far and wide to venerate it and try to free the malevolent entity trapped within. Lady Miron rallied the forces of Thrane to defeat these creatures. Then, with her greatsword Kloinjer, the Paladin turned to face the demon that was emerging from the flame. It was then that the rainbow-winged serpent appeared and dove headfirst into the fire. The battle within seemed to last an eternity, Lady Miron watched as the demon began to overcome the serpent."
"Horrified, she saw the demon strike a crippling blow to the serpent. The serpent, in the throes of death, encircled the demon in its coils and buried its fangs into the demon's throat. At the same time the serpent sent a mental plea to Lady Miron, and she did not hesitate. Raising her sword high she leaped into the flames and plunged Kloinjer through the writhing serpent and deep into the demon's flesh."
"Legend says that a powerful explosion then rocked the entire kingdom! The hot crimson fire became a cool silver flame. Lady Miron remained within, now part of the divine flame. She became the voice of the silver flame for eternity, and a new religion was born! At the point where the flame erupts from the ground it is said that mighty Kloinjer is buried to the hilt, binding demon, serpent, and the Paladin Tira Miron together forever."
"All hail the Flame!" concludes Rethlin with fervor.
Zook smirks at his friend " Ah yes, the Church of the Silver Flame. The latest incarnation of the Rainbow cultists devoted to the worship of the Couatl. There are some good fire based spells in your archives I've had the privledge of looking at. Very good stuff.
As an archivist, it is important to keep an open mind and be willing to draw from the power of the many different deities and their incarnation. For instance the forgotten Goblin god's are an excellet source of knowledge and power.
__________________ my characters: Zook Archizald : currently in Last Words
Reveka listened as each of the others said their piece, both of the tale and of other things. Then she nodded. "I think, perhaps. that he meant 'Goblin' and we but misheard. For the rest, it seems I was most fortunate in seeking out this place, for I have heard the bones of a great tale, and learned an important lesson on matters of faith and religion- and couched in another great story." She turned her gaze directly upon Zook. "Now you say this is a story that you have written for a 'Chronicle'. Is there, in truth, a place where such tales are written down, for folk to read and be inspired?"
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Spoiler:
In her short time in Khorvaire, Reveka had had little experience with 'newspapers' like the Chronicle, and had taken them for simple records of facts and news- she hasn't yet figured out that they convey stories and entertainment. I wonder if they deliver subscriptions to Argonesssen?
Mathew now alone after his friends have left him listens to the groups accounts but says nothing.
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Charaters I Play:
Mathew d'Cannith Living Eberron(Currently in 'The Lighting of Death') Links Living Eberron (Currently in 'A1: Lost Knowlegde of Arcanix') Braidan Living Eberron (Currently in 'Goblin's in the Cellar') Warren Pierce WD's 'Base of Operations
Looking around at the current patrons of the Shard, Veyk says, " With any luck, perhaps a new job offer will come by soon enough. Something that will make for a good story, this time, and with companions that do not decide they have better things to do when the going gets tough. I wonder what that fellow Kenn is up to these days. "
__________________ -Kaodi
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
-Iago, Shakespeare's Othello, Act III. Scene III. Lines 180-186.
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