Abrielle stepped forward and bowed in an official Evermeet manner, while smiling and measuring Elaria. "She looks experienced... And the weapons she wields are expensive. A powerful woman to be sure. But I am prettier than both her and Selua."
Abrielle did not boast with her looks, but as any woman, she enjoyed being more attractive than the others she met. "Greetings misstress Dawnhorn. My name is Abrielle Elaéyadar, a Bard and traveling Ministrel at your service. We come seeking an audience with you on behalf of this unfortunate Wizard from Calimshan, that has suffered a truly horrible fate on your town's very doorstep." Diplomacy: 4+8=12
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"Uncle! he needs help! and he asked for the watch! I'll get the watch..."He says the last as he runs toward the tavern to aks where to find the watch post, unless he sees some standing around someshere....
Niles replies "Head t' the middle o' town, and a little further south! It's a big log buildin' next to a bare stone one! Check both!" The older man looks around, and sees the dwarf approaching from the tavern. "You!" he points at the dwarf, ".....Storn! Find the temple o' Mystra and tell 'em we need a healer! Should be 'round the nor'east edge o' town!"
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OOC: Arkhandus can NPC Abby while I am gone (will be back on Monday). She will try to help people in distress or go out on adventure, the only thing is that most of her equipment is back in the tavern.
"I'm afraid thieves and killers ambushed my caravan my lady. They killed every one, including my dear mother, I was lucky to survive, wounded but alive. The bastards were dressing black clothes and were about 10. We stood no chance against them, and the city guards didn't pay much help, since I'm sure they saw us. They didn't aid me when I pass through the gates of town, bleeding and claiming help. Calisham won't be happy to see the commercial relationship with the dales, deteriorating quickly with bandits and incompetent or indifferent guards." The calishite stands firmly with his walking stick, his tunic still stained with his own blood.
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Fayne moves closer to the scene, trying to get an idea of exactly what is going on.
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"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Selua stands behind and a bit off to the side of the others, uncomfortable in the presence of the official elven woman. She says nothing, simply observing for the moment.
Fayne sees the injured man on his knees, sobbing and wounded. And he sees an old man (Niles) trying to calm the guy down and look at his wounds, after pointing somewhere for a dwarf to run off to. Some other, younger human is running off south, and the caravan's pack-boys are trying to get the spilled iron ore back into its box, while whispering to each other about what the heck might be going on.
Gaoler's House
Constable Dawnhorn gives the young Calishite with a doubtful look, but responds "...I see. I doubt my guards are so lazy or easily frightened, but I'll check on the guards over there. What gate did you come in through?"
She looks to each of the other elves in the room, and asks "And you? Were you part of his group?", still looking and sounding doubtful.
Evanar has to search around for a minute or two after getting to the right part of Harrowdale Town, but eventually finds the pair of buildings Uncle Niles described. A loaded pack mule stands outside the smaller stone building, but there's nothing else of note around the two buildings right now.
"We have just met my lady, but both myself and Selua - Abrielle pointed towards the silver haired elf on her left. - bore witness to this man's injuries and dreadfull look. Had not Selua used her Goddess's magic he would still have an arrow sticking out of his arm. I myself came with the intention to help, nothing more."
Abrielle paused for a moment to look at Elaria's stern and serious featuers and continued. "If you need more proof I am sure that broken equipment, blood and bodies are still at the spot, and even if those were some resourcefull thugs that would have removed them, an expereinced Ranger would still confirm Abde'ragman's tale." Diplomacy: 10+8=18
Deciding to help calm the injured man, Fayne kneels down next to them. Withdrawing a flask of strong whiskey from his beltpouch, he offers to it the man. "Take a nip. It will help to calm you."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
(OOC: I was expecting a response from Abde'ragman or maybe Selua, but I'll just assume Abde'ragman told Ellaria what gate he came through.)
Gaoler's House/Guard Barracks
Ellaria Dawnhorn nods and replies "Very well. I'll go with you to investigate." She rises, slings the bow and quiver over her shoulders, and ushers the strange trio out. Following them outside, she heads to the large barracks next door, and finds the door already open.
Evanar Brewerson has gone into the barracks, the left-side building of the two he had found, and sees the few guards who're in the entry hall, gearing up and getting ready for their shifts. One asks "Hey, what d'ya want, kid?" Another looks him over for a moment and says "You looking to join the guard?"
A few seconds later, Ellaria Dawnhorn is stepping into the barracks, looking at Evanar's back. "You got a reason for being here, boy?" she demands, hands on her hips. Behind the stern-looking sun elfess, another, younger sun elven woman stands outside, along with an even more exotic elven woman, and a swarthy southerner fellow in strange clothes.
West Gate Plaza
Fayne approaches the wounded man and offers him some whiskey. The man looks up, eyes glazed and rimmed with tears, then after a moment's confusion, says "Wh-what...? Th-thank you, stranger!" The injured man drinks deeply of the whiskey, hands it back, and coughs. "My son....." he mutters.
"Those s-psychotic, laughing d-demons.......those awful, awful dog-men..... Th-the gnolls! They took him! Killed my horse, took everything, even my s-son! Oh, gods! The horrible, horrible cackling! Those ugly %!&*!$&$! laughed the whole time! They beat my son, clawed and nipped at me, butchered my horse! Laughing the whole time!" he rants, clawing at Fayne's shirt for a moment, then grabbing the whiskey again and taking another pull from it. He breaks back down into sobbing for a moment afterward. "What am I gonna doooo......?!" he mutters.
House of Mystra
Storn hustles on his stubby dwarf legs until he finally, after much running around, finds the House of Mystra. A small temple with an outer facade of blue-and-white painted limestone pillars, and a circle of stained-glass pieces arranged in Mystra's symbol over the entrance. A pair of red Continual Flames burn without heat or smoke on either side of the goddess' symbol.
Inside, two young human priests idly tend the altar and empty pews, obviously just trying to keep busy. Storn has probably heard at some point, probably from one of Niles' random chats, that Harrowdale's new temple of Mystra has been a big flop and been largely ignored by the Harrowdarrans. Not many people with a knack for the Art here, they say.
At the sound of the dwarf's heavy footsteps on the stone floor, the priests all turn with a start, surprised and glad to see someone visiting their temple. Then they look a bit confused; a dwarf? And a well-armed looking one at that. Surely not a supplicant for the Lady of Mysteries? Maybe an adventurer looking for magical baubles?
One of the young priests, a man that couldn't be more than 20-something, approaches Storn and inclines his head a bit in greeting. "Welcome to the House of Mystra, my friend! May I ask what you seek at this temple of the Mother of All Magic?"
"Gnolls, eh?" says Fayne in response to the man's rantings. He puts a hand on the man's shoulder to help calm him. "How many of them? And how close?"
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
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