EBERRON: THE HIDDEN PbP

[megamania]

Vorik points to a tavern called Kurt's Cub & Pub. A sign above has an image of a shifter child and a panther cub.

 

[Radaceus]

Dairken

Mingling through the crowd, Dairken maneuvers himself closer toward the warforged's side of the circle. "What has he done?" he quietly asks the nearest person, nodding toward the passive hulk.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Vorik points to a tavern called Kurt's Cub & Pub. A sign above has an image of a shifter child and a panther cub.

Chevri nods approvingly at the sign. "That looks like a fine place to start," she says as she steps towards the doorway...

 

[Sezarious]

Cyric smiles and nods at Aric, following him to house Cannith. Standing outside, he begins to whistle casually, smile and nod at passers-by. He is comfortable enough in the humid heat, though he was sweating a little in his armor. He was happy to have followed Aric somewhere. Not belonging to any house himself, he never really understood the point to them. He just knew of the conflicts that could arrive between rival houses and knew he didn't want any part in it. With a sigh, he drew his scythe and began searching the razor-sharp blade for imperfections, sometimes gazing for brief moments at his reflection, other times following the movement of the light along the blade.

 

[Radaceus]

Dairken

Receiving no answer from his subtle approach, Dairken turns and asks the warforged outright, "excuse me, might I inquire as to why you are behooved with said title?"

Taking a more serious tone, and raising his voice, his eyes widening for emphasis, "for it is quite obvious you have mastered the art of silence." Conspiratorially ribbing the onlooker next to him, he leans in confiding, "One should be wary of the quiet ones, always the deadliest." Laughing with the onlookers, he looks the bugbear up and down as he gestures at the quiet cyborg, announcing with a surprise in his voice, "One would tread lightly with this one, if one were wise," then turning away towards the Cub & Pub, under his breath but loud enough for the bugbear to hear, "Though I doubt your faculties to discern the matter."

 

[megamania]

The crowd is enjoying the activities before them. As Dairken joins the crowd he asks what is happening but the fisherman ignores him as he watches the Bugbear. He moves next to the warforged wearing a sign.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Everyone laughs louder at the elf's question.

The Tharashk 1/2 orcs laugh and comment. "Go ahead Nines, tell him."

The warforged looks to his feet.

Dairken warns the group in a friendly way about the warforged's obvious building up emotions.

"Comon' Nines- How does it go?" Taunts the second 1/2 orc.

With obvious uncertainty and embarrassment the large warforged begins to talk quietly at first. "The day of Nines has come."

The bugbear gives him a rough push. "Go whun- tell 'em the rest" hahahaha.

The warforged looks to the bugbear then you and to the crowd. He suddenly bursts out loud-

THE GUARDIAN IS DEAD
we are on our own
THE BARRIERS ARE SHRED
we are on our own
THE HIDDEN LIES AHEAD
we are on our own

Everyone bursts into laughter. a piece of filleted fish is thrown at the warforged.

The fisherman that ignored you before leans to you. "Nines is crazy. Insane even for a 'forged."

 

[megamania]

Chevri can smell seasoned and roasting potatoes from within the small tavern. Peering inside there are only a few patrons. three customers sit at a table near the center of the tavern. A young human female brings out food to the table.

A warforged, a 1/2 elf female and a strange scaly non-lizardfolk sit at the table.

 

[megamania]

A very small goblin child creeps along the dock way leading to House Cannith. She seems curious about the weapon held by Cyric. Building up the nerve, she finally steps up to him. "Is that to kill the two-faced monsters?" she asks. It would seem she has never before seen a scythe. It is not a typical marsh tool.

 

[megamania]

Jaynadine continues. "So much has happened since Rhaan. The swamps changing and new discoveries just waiting for the Houses to take advantage of. Many new opportunities."

"When did you arrive?"

 

[Scotley]

Chevri can smell seasoned and roasting potatoes from within the small tavern. Peering inside there are only a few patrons. three customers sit at a table near the center of the tavern. A young human female brings out food to the table.

A warforged, a 1/2 elf female and a strange scaly non-lizardfolk sit at the table.

"Let's go inside then."