A world in Darkness IC- Calling Wilphe and Nac Mac Feegle

[Argent Silvermage]

Argentus allows himself to be "molded" into a new look by the half-Drow and with the heavy cloak and hood almost feels like it might work. This itches. He says as he carelessly scratches at the makeup on his arms. Maybe gloves will help. I thank you dear lady. My blessings to you on this journey.

 

[Ghostknight]

Slowly the party gathers at the exit to the city. Watching you gather, a shady figure emerges from shadows. His black clothing and dusky skin helping him to meld into the surrounding area, the guttering torches above the gates creating plenty of shadows.

Stepping up to Sychella he removes a scroll case from his belt and presents it to her.

The map to the city, as far as we can make out. I think it would be best for you to go to the surface and make your way to the High Peak underdark entrance. I have added instructions on how to get there to the map. Oh, and wish your mother well when you see her next.

With that he bows and dissapears from view, seemingly melting into the surrounding stone.

 

[Quirhid]

"That was a creepy fellow", Racid says watching after the messenger as long as he can. "Let's get moving then. I trust Sychella knows how to read a map?"

 

[Zerth]

Gor pays little attention to the shady messenger - he's seen more than that when visiting the drow with Sychella. The minotaur leaves the examination of the map to others and waits for a decision to start moving.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Normaly I would take the leadership roll on myself but circumstances dictate I do otherwise here Lady Sychella. Argentus says trying hard to mask his voice but utterly failing. We awail your command to start the journey.
Robed in black and masked he looks more a specre of death than an angel of light.

 

[Quirhid]

"What are we waiting for then? ONWARD!" Racid starts to sing some old dwarven travel song as the group starts its long journey.

 

[PugioilAudacio]

OOC: Thanks, I was wondering what we were waiting for.

 

[Wilphe]

Sychella looks as the messenger disappears, "Thank you, I shall do so"and remains studying the map for a few minutes. As Racid bursts into song she folds it up, replaces it in it's case and mutters to Gor, "So much for a quiet low-key departure. Shall we get on before it gets announced in a celestial chorus."

She turns to the bulk of the group and joins in Racid's song in a low alto.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"So much for a quiet low-key departure. Shall we get on before it gets announced in a celestial chorus."

She turns to the bulk of the group and joins in Racid's song in a low alto.

Argentus looks at the Half-Drow and says in a very serious voice, I'm not that kind of angel.

 

[Zerth]

As Racid bursts into song she folds it up, replaces it in it's case and mutters to Gor, "So much for a quiet low-key departure. Shall we get on before it gets announced in a celestial chorus."

"Yeah. For a creature so small, the dwarf can sure make a lot of noise. Could be worse, though. Gor's singing even noisier. Har!" Gor gets moving but turns back to look at Sychella one more time. "Fear not Boss-Mistress. Gor not going to sing."