The Funeral (Stonegood judging) [finished]

[Bront]

"I don't see the detour as a problem," Stulgar syas.

 

[DrZombie]

Latharion Swiftblade

Latharion just looks around, interested as much in the people nearby as in the spectacular view.
"Sure, wherever you want to go."

 

[Someone]

ooc: No more comments? In any case, I'll post later today.

 

[Manzanita]

Raven's eyes keep moving as they walk. She hasn't been to this part of Sharn before and finds it quite interesting. She shakes her head at the idea of stopping at a post office, but makes no further comment.

 

[Someone]

After a short while your transport to the celestial way arrives. It’s something like a long, decorated rowboat of outlandish design, with carved wooden fins sprouting from the sides and bottom. Orerreth pays the trip and you board the small ship along the other passengers.

The ship leaves the platform and swims among the top of the spires lime many other public and private flying artefacts of all forms and sizes, ferrying passengers up and down, to finally arrive at another platform very similar to the one you left short ago.

”There it is, the Orien post office. The chapel of rest is over there” he points at a place perhaps one hundred yards away, maybe a little more since you have to arrive there through a series of stairs and footbridges. ”It’ll be but a moment.”

The post office is small but several partitions line the walls, so anyone wanting privacy can stand there and privately read a message. Real lamps (not magical ones) provide light, maybe, you reason, in case anyone would want to burn a paper or piece of parchment. Beyond a desk, a gnome attends the clients.

Orerreth doesn’t have the opportunity to speak with him, however. A man wearing the last fashion in Sharn, a bright contrast of read and dull yellow and visibly shows house Cannith crest comes out of one of the partitions and smiles. Orerreth stops dead in his tracks, narrows his eyes and whispers: ”Ceshil”

”Nice to see you again, you treacherous scum.”

 

[Rystil Arden]

'House Cannith...I wonder if this Ceshil is up to some sort of trick like Elaydren...' Siobhan says nothing, merely observing with her keen senses, including her sixth sense, looking for a clue as to the significance.

 

[inky]

Niccolo - male human swashbuckler

Niccolo looks back and forth between the two men. "An acquaintance of yours?" he asks. "Someone also come to pay his respects, perhaps?"

 

[Bront]

Stulgar instinctively reaches and puts one hand on his weapon, though he does not draw it yet.

 

[Someone]

Niccolo looks back and forth between the two men. "An acquaintance of yours?" he asks. "Someone also come to pay his respects, perhaps?"

”You like to keeps your minions in the dark, don’t you?” says Ceshil. ”You had to be more generous with your money: they won’t be enough. So retrieve the message from the gnome, give me it, and there won’t be any problem.” The man with the Cannith badge nods at some point outside the post office’s door. Outside, you can see how several armed men shift and take position*.

*ooc: They seem to wear light armor and carry swords. A common sight in Sharn, and they weren’t as obvious before as they are now, so you didn’t mind them.

 

[Bront]

"Obviously you didn't tell us everything," Stulgar says, turning an angry eye at Orerreth.