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<blockquote data-quote="OneWingAngel88" data-source="post: 5625695" data-attributes="member: 6678634"><p>Noa reached an alley across the street from the tavern and watched for a minute or two before deciding to enter. Seeing a youngish gnome walk in, seemingly oblivious to the potential dangers of the Wescrani streets did nothing to bolster his courage. Either it was some sort of a trap to lure him off of his guard, or he was not the only unfortunate to be called to this meeting. Either way, he remained as wary as he could.</p><p></p><p>Glancing quickly from side to side and moving briskly to avoid any more of the sidelong glances at his bloodstained hands and sleeves, Noa crossed the street to the tavern entrance. And, as quietly as he was able, he slipped inside.</p><p></p><p>Seeing a young woman and the gnome, and his heart emboldened by his fresh loss, he stepped forward into the room intent on getting the answers he sought. "<span style="color: Red">Who is it who has called me here, and how is it that you know who I am</span>," he angrily began. But then the woman glanced up, and with a completely disarming expression, bid him to sit down and enjoy a meal. Hardly knowing what he was doing, Noa did so, and quietly ate from a small bowl of stew...</p><p></p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: red">Aye</span>," Noa agreed as Janiven finished. Quickly cut off by Leonixx, Noa stifled his indignation and waited his turn. Upon hearing the burrowdweller end his self aggrandizement, he rose from his seat:</p><p></p><p>"<span style="color: red">I am Noa Bradthorn, of the fallen and disgraced House of Bradthorn, once among the favored houses of Aroden. My father and mother Konor and Liiza Bradthorn, as well as my brother and sister Caleb and Aeifa were all murdered this past eve at the hands of cloaked figures in the night. It is their blood which stains my hands and clothes as a sign of shame that I was not able to help them. I know not who it was that killed them, but I do know that when I find out who has done so, then it would be wise for all others to remove themselves out of my way, for none standing in it shall be spared my vengence.</span>" At this, a knife appeared from within his sleeve nigh instantly, and slammed into the table next to his now empty bowl. Taking a breath to steady himself, he continued. "<span style="color: red">I know not who you are that has called me here, nor who the rest of you might be, but I pray to Iomedae for your sakes that you be not associated with the murderers of my family and that you all remain true in your speech and intent and do not seek to deceive me. For be that the case, I shall punish any who dishonor my family with such intent, even if it should cost my life.</span>" Ignoring any looks of anger or disapproval, Noa softened his tone slightly and continued on. "<span style="color: red">You ask who I am and I have told you. As to what it is that I can do, I am not so sure that I can sum that up quite so easily. I grew up on and off of the streets of Westcrown and under the tutelage of parents from a noble, yet poor house. While I have not trained in any particular trade or art, and have worked the Wescrani docks for years, I can certainly tell you this. While I may not be a solider, or a priest, or a shaper of spells, I can go as far as is needed to do what must be done, and from now until the end of my mission, my enemies will find naught but death at my hands.</span>" With his final statement, Noa yanked the dagger from the table and returned to his chair.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="OneWingAngel88, post: 5625695, member: 6678634"] Noa reached an alley across the street from the tavern and watched for a minute or two before deciding to enter. Seeing a youngish gnome walk in, seemingly oblivious to the potential dangers of the Wescrani streets did nothing to bolster his courage. Either it was some sort of a trap to lure him off of his guard, or he was not the only unfortunate to be called to this meeting. Either way, he remained as wary as he could. Glancing quickly from side to side and moving briskly to avoid any more of the sidelong glances at his bloodstained hands and sleeves, Noa crossed the street to the tavern entrance. And, as quietly as he was able, he slipped inside. Seeing a young woman and the gnome, and his heart emboldened by his fresh loss, he stepped forward into the room intent on getting the answers he sought. "[COLOR="Red"]Who is it who has called me here, and how is it that you know who I am[/COLOR]," he angrily began. But then the woman glanced up, and with a completely disarming expression, bid him to sit down and enjoy a meal. Hardly knowing what he was doing, Noa did so, and quietly ate from a small bowl of stew... "[COLOR="red"]Aye[/COLOR]," Noa agreed as Janiven finished. Quickly cut off by Leonixx, Noa stifled his indignation and waited his turn. Upon hearing the burrowdweller end his self aggrandizement, he rose from his seat: "[COLOR="red"]I am Noa Bradthorn, of the fallen and disgraced House of Bradthorn, once among the favored houses of Aroden. My father and mother Konor and Liiza Bradthorn, as well as my brother and sister Caleb and Aeifa were all murdered this past eve at the hands of cloaked figures in the night. It is their blood which stains my hands and clothes as a sign of shame that I was not able to help them. I know not who it was that killed them, but I do know that when I find out who has done so, then it would be wise for all others to remove themselves out of my way, for none standing in it shall be spared my vengence.[/COLOR]" At this, a knife appeared from within his sleeve nigh instantly, and slammed into the table next to his now empty bowl. Taking a breath to steady himself, he continued. "[COLOR="red"]I know not who you are that has called me here, nor who the rest of you might be, but I pray to Iomedae for your sakes that you be not associated with the murderers of my family and that you all remain true in your speech and intent and do not seek to deceive me. For be that the case, I shall punish any who dishonor my family with such intent, even if it should cost my life.[/COLOR]" Ignoring any looks of anger or disapproval, Noa softened his tone slightly and continued on. "[COLOR="red"]You ask who I am and I have told you. As to what it is that I can do, I am not so sure that I can sum that up quite so easily. I grew up on and off of the streets of Westcrown and under the tutelage of parents from a noble, yet poor house. While I have not trained in any particular trade or art, and have worked the Wescrani docks for years, I can certainly tell you this. While I may not be a solider, or a priest, or a shaper of spells, I can go as far as is needed to do what must be done, and from now until the end of my mission, my enemies will find naught but death at my hands.[/COLOR]" With his final statement, Noa yanked the dagger from the table and returned to his chair. [/QUOTE]
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