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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 6061917" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>THE HIDDEN</p><p>SEGMENT 002</p><p>12/01/12</p><p>“LADY ir’SILVERMANE” </p><p></p><p>EYRE 1, 999 – THE DOCKS OF YRLAG IN THE MORNING-</p><p></p><p>“Everyone off me ship and have a g’d day. Welcome to Yrlag.” Calls out the sea weathered old captain. Several groups of adventurers leave including a halfling that races ahead pointing at perceived wonders of the new frontier of Khorvaire. Politely waiting for everyone to leave are two humans. Each are dressed as nobles and have a presence of nobility- especially the woman.</p><p></p><p>The captain scowls at each departing passenger. Then the woman comes up from the rear. “Lady ir’Silvermane. Welcome to Yrlag. I hopes yore have a good stay. Be careful of the locals. They can be troublesome with outsiders.” warns the captain as he gives a large toothless smile and a wink.</p><p></p><p>“Thank you- good captain. I am sure we can handle any situation that may arise.” Says the woman in a silver and white traveling dress. The man beside her says nothing but politely smiles and nods to the captain before looking out to the small city. </p><p></p><p>The captain leers at her as she walks off the plank to the dock. With a smack of his lips he turns and returns to his cabin to count his money and drink Lhazaaran Rum (straight from Yrlag).</p><p></p><p>“What do you think of the city of Yrlag thus far?” she asks the man.</p><p></p><p>“The use of docks is interesting. They have adopted well to the life here.” He says somewhat sheepishly and very quietly.</p><p></p><p>“The living does that. Especially the humans and gobliniods. It is why they thrive.”</p><p></p><p>“What of the Prophecy?”</p><p></p><p>“Already? Dear- enjoy this city- this world more first. Soon we will not be able to walk about the people as we are without a panic.”</p><p></p><p>“They may run from me but not you. You are too beautiful.”</p><p></p><p>Both blushing, they walk on in silence.</p><p></p><p>EYRE 2, 999</p><p></p><p>Lady ir’Silvermane looks about the few businesses that would possibly interest an adventurer new to the area. The man that accompanied her has already gone inside the shop. The shopkeeper, a skinny gnome with greasy hair and finger nails that have not seen a file in years, nods to the young man. “Welcome to Nick Nack’s “Nick Knack’s and things”. He climbs down a ladder that has been patched twice with drift wood. “What can I do for you?”</p><p></p><p>“I…we seek books, supplies and maybe a guide.”</p><p></p><p>The gnome’s bushy eye brows sharply rise. “You lad are an… adventurer?”</p><p></p><p>“I seek-“ He is cut off by the woman as she walks in. “We seek guides and books about the swamp and any legends here.”</p><p></p><p>The gnome’s eye brows remain raised and a frown now appears on his face. He obviously doesn’t believe her or the man. “Books you say? I have some in the far corner. As for guides- best place is the docks or the market. Be careful though. Local folks don’t always agree with travelers.”</p><p></p><p>“Any dock?” asks the woman.</p><p></p><p>“Avoid the ones in Old Yrlag. Likely you will be robbed or… worse. Try the docks near the Marked House’s area. People don’t start trouble there… much.”</p><p></p><p>Shortly they leave Nick Nack’s and wander towards another store that looks promising. </p><p></p><p>“SILVERMANE!”</p><p></p><p>Both the woman and man stop and give startled glances to each other before slowly turning around.</p><p>On a small watercraft near the dock is a man with a few crates and bundles on board. His legs and hands are covered in mud.</p><p></p><p>“is that who I think it is?” whispers the man to the woman.</p><p></p><p>“Sir Whenduel! What a … surprise.”</p><p>“I think he still has a crush on you. I do not ….LIKE it.”</p><p></p><p>“What has it been? A year…. Maybe more?”</p><p></p><p>“Why yes Dendril. In Morgrave at the Hall of Antiquities I believe.”</p><p></p><p>The man whispers to her- “If I had a tongue I doubt I could ever say his name three times quickly.”</p><p></p><p>The dirty noble awkwardly struggles with placing his boat alongside the dock. He throws the rope up to the man to catch. It hits his chest and it drops to the dock. He looks at the dock where the rope lays then at the man in the boat with a mystified look.</p><p></p><p>“He wishes you to tether his ship darling. Please amuse the man… I’ll keep this short.” She whispers while covering her mouth as if to hide a giggle. </p><p></p><p>“Are you here exploring also? I came here last month trying to discover the secrets of the Aberration nations that once thrived here thousands of years ago.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh- That’s right. You were at Morgrave researching … the creatures.”</p><p></p><p>“You say that like it is a disgusting thing.”</p><p></p><p>Under his breath the human mumbles “tentacles, drool, multiple eyes… all nice and natural sounding to me. Sheer madness.” He then stands up after tying an impossibly complicated knot to the dock, a knot further made permanent by a little use of magic.</p><p></p><p>“What ever happened to that warforged librarian aid in Morgrave? Tome?”</p><p></p><p>“Books…. His name was Books.” She says glancing over to the man traveling with her. </p><p></p><p>The man leans against the post where the rope is tied. He has a stern look on his face. He looks to the sky as the two talks about Morgrave University and the legendary civilization of aberrations. He cannot help himself; he casts another spell onto the rope. </p><p></p><p>“…and I meant this wonderful person while researching in Sharn- may I introduce you to Zolan Keth. Zolan, this is Dendril Whenduel. We meant at Morgrave.</p><p></p><p>“It’s an honor good sir. Lady, we must really be going I fear.”</p><p></p><p>“Later Dendril. Perhaps we shall meet again.”</p><p></p><p>“It would be a pleasure.”</p><p></p><p>The couple turns and begin to walk away. “What did you do?”</p><p></p><p>“Nothing.”</p><p></p><p>“I know you.”</p><p></p><p>“Nothing!”</p><p></p><p>“I could smell the magic in the air. I want to say it was a warp wood spell and… I fear an evocation spell.”</p><p></p><p>A quiet poof is heard in the background and some people begin to yell “Fire!”. Zolan is quite pleased with himself.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 6061917, member: 9255"] THE HIDDEN SEGMENT 002 12/01/12 “LADY ir’SILVERMANE” EYRE 1, 999 – THE DOCKS OF YRLAG IN THE MORNING- “Everyone off me ship and have a g’d day. Welcome to Yrlag.” Calls out the sea weathered old captain. Several groups of adventurers leave including a halfling that races ahead pointing at perceived wonders of the new frontier of Khorvaire. Politely waiting for everyone to leave are two humans. Each are dressed as nobles and have a presence of nobility- especially the woman. The captain scowls at each departing passenger. Then the woman comes up from the rear. “Lady ir’Silvermane. Welcome to Yrlag. I hopes yore have a good stay. Be careful of the locals. They can be troublesome with outsiders.” warns the captain as he gives a large toothless smile and a wink. “Thank you- good captain. I am sure we can handle any situation that may arise.” Says the woman in a silver and white traveling dress. The man beside her says nothing but politely smiles and nods to the captain before looking out to the small city. The captain leers at her as she walks off the plank to the dock. With a smack of his lips he turns and returns to his cabin to count his money and drink Lhazaaran Rum (straight from Yrlag). “What do you think of the city of Yrlag thus far?” she asks the man. “The use of docks is interesting. They have adopted well to the life here.” He says somewhat sheepishly and very quietly. “The living does that. Especially the humans and gobliniods. It is why they thrive.” “What of the Prophecy?” “Already? Dear- enjoy this city- this world more first. Soon we will not be able to walk about the people as we are without a panic.” “They may run from me but not you. You are too beautiful.” Both blushing, they walk on in silence. EYRE 2, 999 Lady ir’Silvermane looks about the few businesses that would possibly interest an adventurer new to the area. The man that accompanied her has already gone inside the shop. The shopkeeper, a skinny gnome with greasy hair and finger nails that have not seen a file in years, nods to the young man. “Welcome to Nick Nack’s “Nick Knack’s and things”. He climbs down a ladder that has been patched twice with drift wood. “What can I do for you?” “I…we seek books, supplies and maybe a guide.” The gnome’s bushy eye brows sharply rise. “You lad are an… adventurer?” “I seek-“ He is cut off by the woman as she walks in. “We seek guides and books about the swamp and any legends here.” The gnome’s eye brows remain raised and a frown now appears on his face. He obviously doesn’t believe her or the man. “Books you say? I have some in the far corner. As for guides- best place is the docks or the market. Be careful though. Local folks don’t always agree with travelers.” “Any dock?” asks the woman. “Avoid the ones in Old Yrlag. Likely you will be robbed or… worse. Try the docks near the Marked House’s area. People don’t start trouble there… much.” Shortly they leave Nick Nack’s and wander towards another store that looks promising. “SILVERMANE!” Both the woman and man stop and give startled glances to each other before slowly turning around. On a small watercraft near the dock is a man with a few crates and bundles on board. His legs and hands are covered in mud. “is that who I think it is?” whispers the man to the woman. “Sir Whenduel! What a … surprise.” “I think he still has a crush on you. I do not ….LIKE it.” “What has it been? A year…. Maybe more?” “Why yes Dendril. In Morgrave at the Hall of Antiquities I believe.” The man whispers to her- “If I had a tongue I doubt I could ever say his name three times quickly.” The dirty noble awkwardly struggles with placing his boat alongside the dock. He throws the rope up to the man to catch. It hits his chest and it drops to the dock. He looks at the dock where the rope lays then at the man in the boat with a mystified look. “He wishes you to tether his ship darling. Please amuse the man… I’ll keep this short.” She whispers while covering her mouth as if to hide a giggle. “Are you here exploring also? I came here last month trying to discover the secrets of the Aberration nations that once thrived here thousands of years ago.” “Oh- That’s right. You were at Morgrave researching … the creatures.” “You say that like it is a disgusting thing.” Under his breath the human mumbles “tentacles, drool, multiple eyes… all nice and natural sounding to me. Sheer madness.” He then stands up after tying an impossibly complicated knot to the dock, a knot further made permanent by a little use of magic. “What ever happened to that warforged librarian aid in Morgrave? Tome?” “Books…. His name was Books.” She says glancing over to the man traveling with her. The man leans against the post where the rope is tied. He has a stern look on his face. He looks to the sky as the two talks about Morgrave University and the legendary civilization of aberrations. He cannot help himself; he casts another spell onto the rope. “…and I meant this wonderful person while researching in Sharn- may I introduce you to Zolan Keth. Zolan, this is Dendril Whenduel. We meant at Morgrave. “It’s an honor good sir. Lady, we must really be going I fear.” “Later Dendril. Perhaps we shall meet again.” “It would be a pleasure.” The couple turns and begin to walk away. “What did you do?” “Nothing.” “I know you.” “Nothing!” “I could smell the magic in the air. I want to say it was a warp wood spell and… I fear an evocation spell.” A quiet poof is heard in the background and some people begin to yell “Fire!”. Zolan is quite pleased with himself. [/QUOTE]
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