Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

Rystil Arden · Jul 13, 2006

*Siobhan's eyes shoot open.*

"Somewhere near...someone is screaming...their spirit calling out for mercy..." she shakes her head, "I suppose in such a huge place as this, it is commonplace."

stonegod · Jul 13, 2006

Kharas said:
"Bah! You can't recover from that just like a healer cannot remove teh scar of his own wounds. It's always harder to work on oneself than on others. All you need is find someone who is willing to work on you. He will be able to repair you as if you were created yesterday." answers Kharas. "By the way, I think I've forgottent present myself to you. I am Kharas Mroranon, trapmaker and armorsmith. If you want, I could take some time to look at that, it would be challenging."

"Perhaps. Most of my unit became as this. They are all probably rusting away too. *sigh* But I thank you, Kharas. Perhaps we shall work together."

Siobhan said:
"Somewhere near...someone is screaming...their spirit calling out for mercy..." she shakes her head, "I suppose in such a huge place as this, it is commonplace."

"Yes. Many things are unmade here. Not as many as were during that day of the grey mist, but enough. But, at least there is the solace that there will be more of them. There will not be more of me."

Velmont · Jul 13, 2006

"Are you all right, lady?" ask Kharas, looking at Siobhan. As Weapon tells that no more warforged will be created, the dwarf gently shook his head. "Sad thing. It is such an impressive creation... like all things created, it just need to be used with wisdom."

Rystil Arden · Jul 13, 2006

"My body is safe from harm, but the spirit of this place is conflicted, chaotic, and sickly..."

Velmont · Jul 13, 2006

"What you mean? This city or this building? I am not sure to understand what you are meaning." tells the dwarf. He takes a sip of his mug but see that it is empty. "Empty! I'll ta... I'll wait befroe taking another one, not a good idea to be drunk before sunset." he tells to himself.

Rystil Arden · Jul 13, 2006

"The city...the cries of anguished spirits seep up from below, calling out to someone, anyone, to save them, to love them, to rescue them from the pit of madness that consumes their minds and souls."

Velmont · Jul 13, 2006

"You are in a city. There always a lot of people here, and there always people happy and others sad. No surprise you feels all that. No, I should say I am surprise you can feel that, I am not surprise you feel that" tells Kharas.

Rystil Arden · Jul 13, 2006

"I am not used to it...my brother and I, where we lived, we knew pretty much everyone...there was sometimes bad will there, but nothing like this..."

Velmont · Jul 13, 2006

"You come from a small village I suppose. Same thing here than in your small village. It's still one person with trouble per 5 or 10 person. In a small hamlet of an hundread, you can tell there is 10 persons with some problem of various degree. In a city, you are thousands, so it hundread who has problems. I hope for you you'll be able to stop to hear these spirits, or at least, you'll have to leanr to ignore them, even with some good will, you won't be able to stop all that. For me, I favor to just take advanatge of the moment, with the people I am... Brews, anotehr dirnk finally. You nice McGuffin."

Rystil Arden · Jul 13, 2006

"But the despair...the squalour...here, it seems like it has even been institutionalised. It isn't just one man with an alcohol problem or one woman jealous for her lover's attention...it is something far stronger. Madness...hatred...despair...the cries of the damned, the dejected, the forgotten..."