[Unbounded World:The Aeterian Expedition] (Now With New And Improved Amulets!)

[Kalanyr]

After a long journey each of you has arrived here in the small unassuming seaside town of Telaen, a town significant only because it is the closest port to Aeter on the other side of sea, and yet this is significant enough to draw you here and representatives from nearly every nation this side of the sea.

You have been gathered together and lead in to the large hall in the middle of town, where you see 5 figures, seated in the middle in a heated argument, but they cease talking as you enter. A brief look reveals that the 5 are, Tranly Grimiron, the dwarven prince, and a Brother of Stone, Tarrana the Enchanter of Aboloseath, Ka-Hep-Tek, the current envoy from Aeter to the dwarves, Haj Ka the current envoy from the Imperial Empire to Aboloseath and Johan Kromson, an envoy of one of the many kings of the North Western Frontier Kingdoms. Truly you are important company.

 

[hafrogman]

Teppic strides into the chamber, pausing briefly as he enters in order to take a look around the chamber. The boat trip north had been tiresome, and in his mind unneccesary. Bringing him across all that water just so he could be told to go back again seemed like a needless waste. However the representatives had requested his presence, and so he had come. He nods briefly to Ka-Hep-Tek and then offers formal greetings to the gathered representatives as a whole.

 

[DrZombie]

Skor walkes in , leaving the doors open. He looks at the people sitting there, discussing things and stopping when he enters.

Hmm, what have they got to hide. See if they can keep their temper.

"Hello, girls. My mother sent me here to babysit a group of so-called adventurers. How much does it pay, where are we going and when do we leave?"

 

[Lichtenhart]

Duncan arrived in town the day before, had a difficult time debating the subject in his mind, then actually bothered to take a bath before the meeting, and his armor and shield shine brightly, exposing unmistakable signs of frequent use.
He bows in front of Grimiron, properly paying his respects in the tongue of fire, then to the envoys as well, but when he comes to Tarrana his bow loses energy, and what results is little more then a nod.
He's about to turn to the darkskinned man, when the doors strike open and a barbarian from the North strides in.

"Hello, girls. My mother sent me here to babysit a group of so-called adventurers. How much does it pay, where are we going and when do we leave?"

Raising an eyebrow, Duncan wonders if he has problems with the language, or he's just plain arrogant. He likes his style, but thinks that the best way to prove him wrong is to ignore him. So he approaches the aeterian man instead.
"Well met, stranger. I guess that you will be our guide. Strange that they made you cross the sea. We may as well take the chance to become friends. My name is Donnchadh, but most people call me Duncan, because it's easier to say. They also call me the Brown Warrior, but that's usually when they're about to say something untrue about me." he explains with a smirk, then offer his hand, wondering though how that gesture is received in the lands to the south.

 

[hafrogman]

Teppic remains silent when the arrogant one is spweing his nonsense. When the large swordsman walks over and greets him, Teppic bows his head towards him.

"Greetings to you Donnchadh the Duncan. My name is Teppic. It will indeed be my honor to escort you and the others on our journey to my homeland. It would have been more . . . efficient for me to stay there and await your arrival, but I presume it was decided that we should all arrive here and meet before our trip begins."

Well trained in the diplomatic arts, Teppic accepts the proffered hand without so much as a bat of an eye. He clasps Duncan's hand in his and shakes it firmly.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Talsia arrives at the precise time she was supposed to, much to her luck. Just as I had planned, she thinks. She appears to be a woman adorned in enameled mithril armor surrounded by a cloak that is white on the inside, and black on the outside. Upon her breast is a circular medallion, composed of a silver snake devouring a golden one, which in turn devours either his prey or his predator. It is a trinket that makes the others aware that her soul is claimed by at least one of the gods, the one called Paradox.

Striding in at a well set pace, she carries a sense of certainty upon her that is perhaps arrogant or possibly one of humility. Her eyes gaze over each of the envoys as she walks, gauging them. As she approaches, she raises her hand in greeting, but offers no words. She remains silent during the other's introductions.

 

[Lichtenhart]

"Greetings to you Donnchadh the Duncan."

"Errr...No, it's either Donnchadh, in my native language,dworen, or Duncan, in common. Not both. And Brown Warrior is one way to translate it. What does Teppic means in your language? I'm quite fond of learning languages. It makes me feel at home anywhere. Well, since we'll have to work together, we'd better start talking to each other."
Approaching the barbarian, he says: "Funny you came here to babysit us. It's you that are still obeying your mommy's commands, from what I heard."
He tries to keep a straight face, but his mouth stretches in a grin as soon as he offers his hand "My name is Duncan, northlander. Have you got one too?"

 

[Kalanyr]

Taranna rises and bows to you, as dictated by Aboloseathean custom, her well made mages robes preventing a more traditional curtsy.

She smiles as she speaks

"Please settle, Dragon-Son,we are all friends here. To intoduce myself, I am Tarrana of Aboloseath. To answer your question, our countries have decided that it is necessary to retrieve an ancient artifact to combat the invasion, of the Faerie. Our divinations have revealed little other than that it is somewhere in Aeter, which is most troubling. We wish you to journey their and retrieve it, Teppic has been hired as your guide, and transported here , so you can become familiar with each other's styles during your trip back across the ocean. We can offer you 100 000 GP each for the return of the sword to us. Unforunately none of us have the time to tarry here and await your return, you will have to seek out one of us to return the sword, since Aboloseath, is closest to here, it would seem to be the best place, but I am aware that some do not trust us. " Here she smiles at Duncah "And we understand that, some of my fellows are not very concerned with a good image. So what do you all say ?"

 

[hafrogman]

"Ah, of course. Please forgive me Duncan. I know a number of languages, but have never met a meaning for my name. It was the name of a long dead relative, a man of some importance whom my parents wished me to resemble."

He nods again to Duncan and stays stationary when the brown warrior goes to talk to the brash barbarian. When the mage woman rises to her feet he turns to face the council and listens patiently. When she is finished he speaks out.

"I have already agreed to this mission, accepting the terms presented here. I shall do my duty and insure the success of this expedition to the best of my abilities."

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

The priestess returns Taranna's bow with one of her own.

"That is...most generous of you all." Talsia says, speaking for the first time since she arrived. And tells very much and very little... she thinks. "If I may, I wonder exactly what types of divinations you used on this artifact? It would save me much time if I knew exactly how resistant this sword was to my spells." she offers as an explanation.