[EBERRON] the Extraordinaries, 'A Terror Awakened, the League Reborn'

Neville listens to 13, daydreaming of grand expeditions funded by the former crown. Oxen, packhandlers, elephants! But like a bucket of water, 13's mention of 2 mules hit Neville in the face, leaving little but soggy disappointment. Frowning like a child with a broken toy, he nods at his benefactor in reluctant acceptance.

Neville turns to Marcus, seemingly amused. "Vanity and sloth, eh? Perhaps, young man, you are not so accustomed to the wilder places of Eberron. Preparation, prevention, and perseverance. These will allow you the only luxury that the wilds have to offer: survival." Neville produces a large, curved pipe from his pocket, and sparks it to light. Leaning back in his chair, he says to the group, "Enjoy your drinks, Gentlemen. From what I gather from 13, we shall be leaving presently."
 

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Sharn, Sul, Third Week of Therendor, midday

13 smiles and adds "Very true Naville. Now then any other questions? I fear that we could talk and plan all day, but we have not the time."
 

Fury

"I am prepared to leave."

Turning to Enden, he asks, "Is your vessel ready to depart, or will you need additional preperation?"
 

Enden turns and seems to take in all that is Fury as if for the first time. As an artificer, his eyes roam over the large warforged like a lusty man looking at a fine noble woman. Smiling for most likely the first time in months with any real emotion, he nods. "Endless Fury is always ready to sail the clouds."
 

Sharn, Sul, Third Week of Therendor, midday

"Well then if there is no more questions, you should be off. This way people" to which 13 stands and leads the new League out a set of double doors, down a short hallway.

At a large strange gray colored door, 13 takes out a gold and silver key and opens the lock. Inside the 30-by-30 foot room is a tall archway... in the middle of the room? It leads nowhere and there is nothing else here. 13 smiles as he looks at each of you and finally adds "This of course is a special gateway, if you will not the runes here on the side of the archway" pointing to the side of the arch, there is a set of runes running down along a obsidian plank that look something like...

Œ
Ħ
Ð
Њ
Й
Д
Э
Ψ
Ω
Ǽ

By pressing a different rune, the archway will transport you to different locations around Sharn, when you step through it. The only one you need to consider today is this one" Œ "Which will take you to a private room near the top of Airship Docking Tower, where the Every-Fury is docked. Neville, here is that letter of credit for the magebreed animals. I suggest that you delay no longer."

"Gentlemen" he smiles to Amon "good luck to you all. Remember that the nation - the world - might very well be counting on your success."
 
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The portly man smiles a yellowed smile, tarnished by smoking most likely, "13," he says, the roughness of the voice surprising compared to the prior clarity. Touching the symbol, he gestures for the others to pass through and then once they have gone, grins a shining white to 13 and disappears through the portal.
 

Azreal (Half-Celestial) War-Mage Paladin

Azreal stood as the others gathered themselves to depart. He thought briefly of the woman he had left in his room at the inn. He had no other possessions other than what he carried, so he would need nothing more at the inn. Azreal was certain that the innkeeper would confiscate anything he found in the room to continue Azreal's rent . . . if the woman hadn't made off with it already.

Azreal shrugged, his wings unfurling and fluttering before resting again against his body. The woman would understand. Normally, Azreal would go back and explain, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to go on a daring quest to save the world and get himself killed.

Instead, Azreal retracted his wings as best he could and stepped through the portal . . . the entire time his azure eyes were on the organizer of these little escapade, 13.
 


Enden stood off to the side, waiting for everyone to pass through the portal, looking quite annoyed. When everyone had passed through, the artificer took a long moment to examine the runes and the gateway itself. Finishing, he smirked to Thirteen, bowed with flourish, and stepped through the glow. I wonder if he thinks I'm crazy...
 

Neville stands with his hands clasped behind his back, and watches as The Gentlemen walk through the portal. He slungs his side bag over his shoulder and produces a large, weathered hat from within. He nods to 13, and says, "I trust we'll be seeing you again shorly." He then places his hat on his head, puts his fingers to his lips and lets out a high pitched whistle. A large, shaggy wolfhound that was sleeping under the table rises to its feet, and comes bounding up to Rathbone. "Come along now, Henry.", he says as Neville, and his faithful companion, step through the portal.
 

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