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<blockquote data-quote="Guilt Puppy" data-source="post: 1098961" data-attributes="member: 6521">(Well, I'm assuming you all agree to split up, and look for others... I think I'm going to get out and push this thread for a while, to give you guys a chance to get back in the flow.)Aerda: In your journeys around town, you run into Nurthk, off-duty and drinking in tavern at the edge of the Common Market. (Hopefully Festy can be brought back around so you can play that out.)Fendric: Let's just say you stick around the temple, looking to find you acolytes agreeable to your cause. It seems rather dry: Most don't want to abandon Bethel in such seemingly dangerous times, and you get the sense that some are even looking forward to the thought of outright battle...Niccolo: In the Old Market, at the edge of the city's central wall, you spot a stout wooden door shadowed under a staircase: &quot;Ghant's Tavern,&quot; a small wooden sign reads. There's a certain gnomish flair to the carved script -- perhaps here you can find someone else who could appreciate all the old stories as Merrim had.Inside, the barkeep is indeed a gnome -- though a very tall one, almost four feet you'd say -- but the only customer is a man, short blond stubble on his scalp, face pale and stern. He is dressed in a loose black tunic with a clean white undershirt peeking through the top, and black trousers. A long, thin hat -- black as well -- sits on the bar beside his drink, which appears to be water.&quot;Water silvered with raspberry,&quot; he says, holding it up once your gaze catches it. &quot;A drink flavored to clear the mind, ordered rarely, and served only by a very particular class of establishments.&quot; The emphasis on that word, 'particular,' seems bizarrely heavy, to say the least.&quot;Come, sit down. Have one.&quot; He makes a swift two-finger wagging motion at the barkeep, who immediately sets to work, silently. &quot;I've been waiting for a chance to talk to one of you alone.&quot;The man in black looks down at you, smiling. His eyes are a clear, piercing sky blue -- so much so that you would swear, if you just looked a little closer, you would see clouds.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Guilt Puppy, post: 1098961, member: 6521"] [i](Well, I'm assuming you all agree to split up, and look for others... I think I'm going to get out and push this thread for a while, to give you guys a chance to get back in the flow.)[/i] Aerda: In your journeys around town, you run into Nurthk, off-duty and drinking in tavern at the edge of the Common Market. [i](Hopefully Festy can be brought back around so you can play that out.)[/i] Fendric: Let's just say you stick around the temple, looking to find you acolytes agreeable to your cause. It seems rather dry: Most don't want to abandon Bethel in such seemingly dangerous times, and you get the sense that some are even looking forward to the thought of outright battle... Niccolo: In the Old Market, at the edge of the city's central wall, you spot a stout wooden door shadowed under a staircase: "Ghant's Tavern," a small wooden sign reads. There's a certain gnomish flair to the carved script -- perhaps here you can find someone else who could appreciate all the old stories as Merrim had. Inside, the barkeep is indeed a gnome -- though a very tall one, almost four feet you'd say -- but the only customer is a man, short blond stubble on his scalp, face pale and stern. He is dressed in a loose black tunic with a clean white undershirt peeking through the top, and black trousers. A long, thin hat -- black as well -- sits on the bar beside his drink, which appears to be water. "Water silvered with raspberry," he says, holding it up once your gaze catches it. "A drink flavored to clear the mind, ordered rarely, and served only by a very [i]particular[/i] class of establishments." The emphasis on that word, 'particular,' seems bizarrely heavy, to say the least. "Come, sit down. Have one." He makes a swift two-finger wagging motion at the barkeep, who immediately sets to work, silently. "I've been waiting for a chance to talk to one of you alone." The man in black looks down at you, smiling. His eyes are a clear, piercing sky blue -- so much so that you would swear, if you just looked a little closer, you would see [i]clouds[/i]. [/QUOTE]

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