Crypt of Crimson Stars

[cool hand luke]

Arundel forgoes the chairs provided, and sits on the floor, quickly aranging his cloak around him, hiding his feet, and belongings, as if out of long habit, and not really thinking about it.

"yes, business, the sooner we start the sooner we can get outside the gates of this city."

the word "city" rings with obvious disgust.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

A pale and very thin elf woman with long, platinum blonde braids of hair that hang down her back sweeps into the room. Her large green eyes look out of her elegant face with wisdom beyond her years. She moves with easy grace in robes of charcoal gray. A swordbelt is buckled at her side, and a longbow is at her back. Those looking closely might spot a dark gray rat hiding underneath the collar of her robes.

"I apologize for being late, I was detained by traffic on the sky bridges," she says in a whispery voice. "But please, continue, business is always important."

 

[Prof Yeti]

Brodin Stoneheart - Ranger 3/ Fighter 4

"Brodin, Aalin, Arundel, I pleased to meet. Think you that we need work as group?" The half orc rumbles, you're pretty sure that the grimace set on his face is actually a grin. "If so I hope you not hold tightly to your races prejudice against those with my blood Brodin" Grilok looks Brodin in the eye, keeping his glare steady and unwavering "Know anything of our host?" he asks of no one in particular.

Turning to the Half-Orc "Aye, I do at that." Brodin once again takes a moment to scan Grilok before locking eyes with him once again. "No problems, I have fought with many races on both sides of my axe. I prefer to measure a man by his own word and deed, rather than by his kin." while keeping his posture relaxed Brodin shift his weight slightly "Nothing but the word on the street. You would think I wouldn't mind being in the dark" and a grin develops.

 

[Prof Yeti]

Even as he still moves towards a chair Brodin' deep brogue fills the small room "Aye, to the heart of the matter." before ignoring the seat in favor of standing so he can watch both Tophran and the door, placing his shield and pack in the chair.

 

[D20Dazza]

Grilok Half Orc Druid

Grilok acknowledges the presence of the new woman with a nod of his head, his eye never leaving Tophran.

 

[Krauss von Espy]

Grilok takes a deep breath and inhales that sickly sweet smell that has been plaguing his dreams for the last 3 years - cinnamon. Quickly his mood changes from one of light hearted banter to that of an alert, aware predator, stalking its prey, his eye is steady on Tophran "Business indeed, know you Belkor??" the half orc grunts "your office has his smell about it"

[sblock]Sense motive when he answers; keeping alert, ready for any developments[/sblock]

The little man raises a white eyebrow, as bushy as his mustache. "I do not know this 'Belkor'. And that's saying something...I know many people in the City of Towers."

([Sense Motive Check: 9+4=13] So far as Grilok can tell, Tophran is telling the truth. Maybe the aroma is just a coincidence?)

 

[D20Dazza]

"Hmmm, as you say - coincidence. So, what job have you and what do you offer?" Grilok tears his eye from his host and turns to survey the elven woman who has gracefully entered the room. Spying the rat the half orc moves over towards the woman "The meeting is good?" the half orc says as he proffers his hand in friendship "May I meet your friend, m'lady?"

 

[Krauss von Espy]

"Right then." Tophran pulls a wrinkled piece of parchment from one of the piles on his desk and launches into his proposition.

"Here it is, the Crypt of Crimson Stars. Inside this crypt is the legendary Crimson Dragonshard. Supposedly the largest Eberron dragonshard ever discovered, but of course we can't be sure of that, as it hasn't been seen in a long time. You will travel to this crypt marked on the map, search it, and bring the dragonshard back to me. For this, I will present you with a reward of two thousand gold. Do you have any questions?"

Ezala returns with a tray of pastries and a tea kettle, smiling absently as she pours for any who are interested in refreshment.

 

[cool hand luke]

Standing up from his spot on the floor, the gnome, studying the man carefully, quickly questions, "2000 each, or 2000 total? And what can you tell us of the crypt? Tell me you at least no generally where it is. And if this IS the largest 'shard, why had nobody else laid claim to it?" he questions suspiciously.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Hmmm, as you say - coincidence. So, what job have you and what do you offer?" Grilok tears his eye from his host and turns to survey the elven woman who has gracefully entered the room. Spying the rat the half orc moves over towards the woman "The meeting is good?" the half orc says as he proffers his hand in friendship "May I meet your friend, m'lady?"

"The meeting is very good. I am Death Gift. My friend is Krall," she says simply with a small smile and nod of her head. Krall pokes his nose out with interest, then runs down Death Gift's arm and crawls upon the half-orc's hand. Sniffing about, Krall looks pointedly at the half-orc and twitches his whiskers. He seems to be saying, "Well, where's the food?"

"Right then." Tophran pulls a wrinkled piece of parchment from one of the piles on his desk and launches into his proposition.

"Here it is, the Crypt of Crimson Stars. Inside this crypt is the legendary Crimson Dragonshard. Supposedly the largest Eberron dragonshard ever discovered, but of course we can't be sure of that, as it hasn't been seen in a long time. You will travel to this crypt marked on the map, search it, and bring the dragonshard back to me. For this, I will present you with a reward of two thousand gold. Do you have any questions?"

"What of the curses of the ancients? Did they leave any wards behind to guard this great treasure?" Death Gift asks. Though she was fatalisitc about most things, anything having to do with the wishes of the ancestors was to be considered seriously.