[e20 PF] And with strange aeons...

Xanfire and others at the Temple of Iomedae: Going in you are greeted with an amazing sight including incredibly vaulted ceilings covered in artwork dedicated to Iomedae.

There are peasants of all sorts, and passersby.

As Xanfire is walking through the crowd, the sudden clatter of wood falling to the floor draws his attention: a young man in the robes of a novice has dropped a cup on the ground and is hunched over with a pile of things in his arms that look like he's about to drop them. He is, of course, staring at Xanfire like a halfling staring into a stampede of bulettes; Xanfire is used to this, of course: fan awe.

A line of novices are standing next to him at attention, having seen such a senior member of their faith. Only one person nearby stoops to help him pick up the fallen cup, a young woman with worn leather armor and a wooden training sword at her side: clearly one of the novice templars of the temple. What are you dolts standing around not helping for?

Stand at attention, that's Xanfire!!! one of them hisses at her.

She looks up, then stands at perfect attention. The novice she was helping, still slack-jawed, looses his already clumsy hold on the pile of goods as it clatters to the floor. Horrified, he straightens up with the others.

Xanfire looks at the novices and smiles. He says "At ease friends. We are all equals in faith."

He then has a look of sadness on his face, looking down at the mess "While I am glad to be honored as for coming here, I am ashamed to see that out of all those present, there was one among you who assisted your fellow man." He looks at the girl and says "You have done a good deed today. What is your name, so I may inform the Grand Templar of what you have done. And to the rest of you, please be helpful to all. I will assist you in cleaning this up. "

He will then start cleaning up the mess, and hand the objects over to the group.

The Grand Templar of the Temple of Iomedae is approaching to speak to Xanfire and the other companions. He could be someone who could help witht he Adamantine sales.

Once the Templar comes within range, Xanfire himself will kneel and wait for the Templar to speak.

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Hedron sighs and bends down to pick the articals off the floor. then holds them to the novice to take. " he doesn't bite, usually ", he whispers, though not too quiet to keep away from Xanfire's ears.

Xanfire says nothing, but looking close, a flicker of a laugh was seen. However, it must have been the light, as his face is now set.
 
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Thadeius heads for the head quarters of the Order of the Unblinking Eye with whoever wishes to accompany him. Once there he explains that he has a large quantity of adamantine weapons of exquisite quality and wishes to sell, or exchange them for powerful magical items of his choice. He does not give specific figures, but instead tries to gauge how much the Order would be willing to buy, etc.
 
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Gerhard goes with Thadeius. The local warlords they might be more at ease around a fellow warrior, and his background with the dwarven smiths could be of use with the weaponers guild. Either way, he's confident he can be a positive influence during the sale.
 


Temple:

Squire Novice Adara, your grace. the red-haired girl says. She has a good energy about her, a good nature and a strength that exude from her; in time you can see she'd make a good paladin(!). As the thought comes to mind, she chimes in I should say, sir, I only helped because I didn't see you. We're taught to respect higher order members, and I failed to be mindful of my surroundings, as the novice acolytes were.

The other novices scramble to help the one novice pick up the objects.

The one who dropped the items has an intelligent look in his eyes, a scholarly type; he looks at Hedron in the eye and mutters thanks. Clearly he gets the joke, but as a Novice is loathe to "giggle" in front of Xanfire or the others. (though, you may suspect, if he had a few in him...)

The Grand Templar arrives, but as Xanfire kneels he stoops and motions for him to get to his feet. No, I think for once we can skip ceremony. After all, Xanfire, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for what you've done for the faith! If you hadn't turned down this position, or that of the High Priest, that is. What can I do for you, my teacher?
He is a large-bodied man, and exudes experience and confidence compared to the novices; he has seen much adventure and battle, for certain, having been offered the position of Grand Templar, the defender of the Temple and one who trains Paladins and Clerics in the art of war. Still, even he looks upon Xanfire with respect and even a little reverence for his better's achievements.


The Unblinking Eye:

The way there is into the slums of Absalom, around several allies and back routes. While there are gangs of ruffians lurking about ruined areas of the city, they don't move against such obviously superior foes. Still, the walk is a bit of a hike, through streets and even through rubble areas.

Absalom has recently had massive quakes that ruined parts of the city. Whole neighbourhoods leveled, and to date they have not been thoroughly rebuilt. Some of them have simply devolved into slums, though with amazing bits of surviving architecture.

The Unblinking Eye chapter house is a fantastic example of a building that survived, virtually untouched, but having been cut off from the rest of the city by slums or ruins, is a bit out of the way. Possibly the rebuilding efforts didn't go near it because it just looks creepy, and the tenants have some influence on those around them.

The front door of the house is built into the side of a large block of buildings. One end of this block is rubble, the other end houses a lot of people: there are laundry lines going between the buildings all along this alleyway. There are black-hooded ruffians sitting on steps or loitering about below the lines of laundry.

The front door you meant to go to is actually an archway with a tiny glass orb set into it designed to look like an eye. As your party approaches, the eye moves to look at you.

Beyond the archway is a long corridor open to the sky, which turns severely right (90*) at the end. The entrance to the house is around that corner.

What do you do?
 

Malacarus will wait for someone else to greet the eye. He has no intention of speaking (and drawing attention to himself) unless absolutely necessary.
 


There is a pause, followed by a gust of wind from down the corridor. The wind blows dust along with it, and a growing gasp of a whisper saying THHHHHAAAAAADDDEEEEEEIIUSSSSSSSS.... COOOOoooommmee iiinn--* before breaking in front of you.


[sblock=Hedron, Thorn, Gerhard]
I know I'm focused on the others, but feel free to join in. You're all incredibly respected/feared/loathed/loved around the city. If you want to go to your own spot, or help out with the others, I encourage it. I'm just going along with whoever acts, and going according to roles (ie: sure, the temple of Iomedae would make a big deal of Xanfire).

Like Gerhard: I know you wanted to see the dwarven weaponers. If you wanted to take someone with you, we could see them. If you're okay with Thad at the Unblinking Eye, that's good too. In fact, you could steal the show there, as could Thorn, or Thad, or Mal.

Does that make sense? I just don't want people feeling like they need to lurk for a while, whilst the GM plays with the others.

Also Mal: okay, good. Just making sure. Hard to note inflection in type. :D And you make a fantastic Xmas/Taxfest elf, btw.[/sblock]
 


Good idea.

Gerhard breaks off from the group (though anyone is welcome to join) and heads towards the Absalom headquarters of the weaponers guild. Having never been comfortable around adminstrative types, he hopes to meet someone he knows.
 

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