KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
The City of Blackmoor - 934 AtS (After the Shattering)
Alara Dortotter had woken to what others would consider a nightmare. The face of Eltab, Demon Lord of Retribution, had appeared to her. Canine-like, but with antlers and demonic horns, with slitted yellow eyes that bore into her soul. Alara knew this demon well. In a moment of anguish she had called out to him, seeking the power to bring bloody vengeance to the bandits who had killed her family. Eltab had answered, striking a bargain with the young woman. Theirs was a most unusual arrangement...Alara did not know what agenda Eltab had in mind for her. She was no servant of evil, that much was certain. But Eltab had granted her wish. That was certain as well. The dream from which she had awoken bid her to go to the Everflowing Spigot, a brewery and tavern in the upscale market district of Blackmoor City. The large brewery building situated behind the tavern smelled strongly of ale and other spirits and the tavern itself present a bright, cheery and welcoming appearance. The sign above the door displayed a happy drunk, mouth open underneath a spigot flowing with beer. Inside, the atmosphere was one of revelry as a new brew was set to be introduced this very evening.
Lillily had just arrived in Blackmoor a day ago, aboard the Sea Raven, a merchant ship that regularly traveled the trade route between Blackmoor and the dwarven and Halfling coastal communities on the western continent. The elves, of course, refused to trade, but that didn't concern the captain of the Sea Raven over much. Speaking of the captain, a human named Alvaris, he had asked Lillily to sample the new brew being debuted at the Everflowing Spigot tonight and negotiate shipping rights to the halflings if the brew met with Lillily's approval. The captain was placing a lot of trust in the little gnome this night.
Bran Ravenwood found himself between jobs at the moment. The capital city of the great land of Blackmoor had proven a bit...sparse when it came to employment for entertainers, at least one of his current social standing. Luckily for him, before his gold had run out completely, the proprietor of the Everflowing Spigot had asked him to perform during tonight's debut of a new brew. It was likely to be quite a night of celebration and inebriation. Of course, there was the problematic rumor that Lord Armiger's family had invested in the Everflowing Spigot and might be present tonight. But...Lord Armiger himself was still many miles away...wasn't he? Of course he was.
Samara Renae awoke from what some would call a dream. It was a vision to her. A demonic face, canine-like with antlers and horns and slitted yellow eyes. The demon, for it could not be anything else, was calling to someone, summoning a herald to do its vile work in the mortal world. Of this she was certain. The vision could only mean that she was meant to find this mortal herald. The vision had ended with a tavern sign depicted a drunken man under a spigot flowing with beer. After some asking around, she had learned that the sign was attached to a tavern called the Everflowing Spigot. Tonight was a celebration of some sort dealing with the introduction of a new brew. The servant of this demon was sure to be there.
Taranis' travels had brought him to the capital city of the land of Blackmoor. The city was huge and quite overwhelming for the eternal spirit in mortal form, as he was used to the rural roads and farming villages far from this metropolis. And yet, his wanderings had drawn him here, for what purpose he knew not. His further wanderings through the city itself had now led him to the Everflowing Spigot where tonight was planned a celebration of a new brew.
The Kestrel was used to the shadows, not this brightly lit and gaudily decorated place. Soon it would be full of revelers and drunkards. But, her informant had told her that someone with a lead to the Temple of the Frog would be here tonight. He wouldn't provide any details, of course, just that this person would have information she might need and perhaps more.
Ulric Stormborn's mentor, vague and mysterious as always, had told him to come to the Everflowing Spigot tonight. Ulric's mentor had hinted that someone there would be lead him to secrets both forbidden and wondrous. It was up to Ulric to decide to pursue those secrets.
OOC: Please include a physical description of your character in your first post.
Alara Dortotter had woken to what others would consider a nightmare. The face of Eltab, Demon Lord of Retribution, had appeared to her. Canine-like, but with antlers and demonic horns, with slitted yellow eyes that bore into her soul. Alara knew this demon well. In a moment of anguish she had called out to him, seeking the power to bring bloody vengeance to the bandits who had killed her family. Eltab had answered, striking a bargain with the young woman. Theirs was a most unusual arrangement...Alara did not know what agenda Eltab had in mind for her. She was no servant of evil, that much was certain. But Eltab had granted her wish. That was certain as well. The dream from which she had awoken bid her to go to the Everflowing Spigot, a brewery and tavern in the upscale market district of Blackmoor City. The large brewery building situated behind the tavern smelled strongly of ale and other spirits and the tavern itself present a bright, cheery and welcoming appearance. The sign above the door displayed a happy drunk, mouth open underneath a spigot flowing with beer. Inside, the atmosphere was one of revelry as a new brew was set to be introduced this very evening.
Lillily had just arrived in Blackmoor a day ago, aboard the Sea Raven, a merchant ship that regularly traveled the trade route between Blackmoor and the dwarven and Halfling coastal communities on the western continent. The elves, of course, refused to trade, but that didn't concern the captain of the Sea Raven over much. Speaking of the captain, a human named Alvaris, he had asked Lillily to sample the new brew being debuted at the Everflowing Spigot tonight and negotiate shipping rights to the halflings if the brew met with Lillily's approval. The captain was placing a lot of trust in the little gnome this night.
Bran Ravenwood found himself between jobs at the moment. The capital city of the great land of Blackmoor had proven a bit...sparse when it came to employment for entertainers, at least one of his current social standing. Luckily for him, before his gold had run out completely, the proprietor of the Everflowing Spigot had asked him to perform during tonight's debut of a new brew. It was likely to be quite a night of celebration and inebriation. Of course, there was the problematic rumor that Lord Armiger's family had invested in the Everflowing Spigot and might be present tonight. But...Lord Armiger himself was still many miles away...wasn't he? Of course he was.
Samara Renae awoke from what some would call a dream. It was a vision to her. A demonic face, canine-like with antlers and horns and slitted yellow eyes. The demon, for it could not be anything else, was calling to someone, summoning a herald to do its vile work in the mortal world. Of this she was certain. The vision could only mean that she was meant to find this mortal herald. The vision had ended with a tavern sign depicted a drunken man under a spigot flowing with beer. After some asking around, she had learned that the sign was attached to a tavern called the Everflowing Spigot. Tonight was a celebration of some sort dealing with the introduction of a new brew. The servant of this demon was sure to be there.
Taranis' travels had brought him to the capital city of the land of Blackmoor. The city was huge and quite overwhelming for the eternal spirit in mortal form, as he was used to the rural roads and farming villages far from this metropolis. And yet, his wanderings had drawn him here, for what purpose he knew not. His further wanderings through the city itself had now led him to the Everflowing Spigot where tonight was planned a celebration of a new brew.
The Kestrel was used to the shadows, not this brightly lit and gaudily decorated place. Soon it would be full of revelers and drunkards. But, her informant had told her that someone with a lead to the Temple of the Frog would be here tonight. He wouldn't provide any details, of course, just that this person would have information she might need and perhaps more.
Ulric Stormborn's mentor, vague and mysterious as always, had told him to come to the Everflowing Spigot tonight. Ulric's mentor had hinted that someone there would be lead him to secrets both forbidden and wondrous. It was up to Ulric to decide to pursue those secrets.
OOC: Please include a physical description of your character in your first post.
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