Eyes Of The Lich Queen

[jkason]

Brother Donovan, warpriestly human cleric

Donovan nods at Jango's suggestion.

"If you'll accompany me, lady?" Donovan says with a wink and a nod. "No doubt you know the library better than a street-learner like me."

[sblock=OOC]Is Aern still with us?

Now that we're in the city again, Donovan's spells prepared is changing a bit. I'm updating the sheet, too, but for convenience:

orisons (5, DC 13): Detect Poison, Mending, Create Water, Guidance x2
1st level(4+1, DC 14): Divine Favor, Command, Entropic Shield, Remove Fear, Sanctuary(D)
2nd level (3+1, DC 15): Deific Vengeance, Lesser Restoration, Spiritual Weapon, Magic Circle against Evil(D)
3rd level (2+1, DC 16): Helping Hand, Prayer, Searing Light(D)[/sblock]

 

[drothgery]

"I've only been to the library here once. Now, the main Church Archives in Flamekeep, where the head librarians are all of my Order -- there I could find almost anything the Church has records of." Khalia said. But she did not contradict his assertion.

 

[Velmont]

"Before splitting, just give us the stock we have kept to sell, like the magical armors and weapons we have decided to take." tells Jango. Once that done, he leaves with Jina to find some buyers for the goods they have.

[SBLOCK=OOC]Looks OOC for selling items.[/SBLOCK]

 

[Mista Collins]

Ari nods. "That will work, though we need to follow on with this 'ir'Matellan', find out all we can about her." He looks to Rogan. "Let's go."

"Agreed." Rogan says as him and Ari head off to visit the Guardians in hope that Sur'Kil is with them. "Hopefully Sur'kil will have more answers for us."

 

[DEFCON 1]

Brother Donovan, Khalia ir'Indari, and Aern all walk through the city towards the giant Silver Flame compound. It's been a little over two weeks since they've been here, but nothing of note has changed... the streets are still filled with passersby, the shops are all active, the overall mood is chipper.

When they reach the gates to the temple, however, all that has changed. The three companions arrive out front and see that a long line of people stretches out the front door and down the street, all of them waiting to go inside. The shuffling of feet as the line slowly snakes forward indicates that they are not here under happy circumstance. This is reinforced by the two Flame clergymen manning the front door, both of whom stand solemn and silent.

A quick glance to each other with questioning eyes gives no answers for what might be going on, and just as Donovan makes a motion with his head to head around to the back gate to go in... a voice is heard from inside one of the side front doors. "Donovan! Miss ir'Indari!"

The group looks for the voice and sees the retired Templar Tod Ellston motioning all of the group to him.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Rogan leads Ari through the streets of Newthrone, now completely in his element. For the first time in several weeks, Rogan feels at home. He'd been stuck out in the jungles for far too long, and now finally the rush of people moving about, the sounds of horse and carriages rumbling down the cobblestone streets, the smells of food and animals... it all brings a feel of relaxation to the city-loving rogue.

Ari listens patiently as the Guardian points out different sites of interest as they walk... places that Rogan has had adventures at in the past, people that he has helped because of the Daggerspell's other main duty as an organization... that of volunteer police force. The two men eventually reach the very large statue of Q'Barran Duke ir'Kesslan in the center of the main square, and Rogan takes a few seconds to stare at this landmark. The Daggerspell Guardian office is merely a few blocks down Galifar Way, and thus he has spent many years passing by this statue on his way to and from the office. As the birds that invariably cover the statue caw and chirp in the mid-morning sun, Rogan stands relaxed and calm...

...which is why it feels a bit odd when a small ticklish sensation begins to be felt on the side of his left thigh.

 

[Velmont]

Seeing his companions leaving, Jango decides to head toward the market. He never had been with his sister since he awoke from his painfull experience. As he walks in the street, he looks at the people walking around him, chatting, negotiating... he thought that with his mark gone, he would feel more at ease within the crowd, but it seems he was wrong. He still feels alone in the crowd. It seems his experience with the Daelkyr have marked him. It seems the every day business of the average population was so meaningless to him now, knowing there is so many shadows hiding in this world, awaiting there moment to come out of there hiding and spread there wings over this world.

But not only he felt distant from the genral population, but this experience have created a rift between him and his sister. He felt he had less to share with her. It's been ten minutes they were walking and they hadn't spoken a word. "I was thinking" Jango finally tells. "We should warn father and mother that everything is alright. I left a bit hastly and they must worry about me, and you too I suppose."

Jango spots a potential merchant to sell the armor and weapon they have found. He heads toward him.

 

[Mista Collins]

Quickly grabbing one of his daggers with his right hand, Rogan is smart enough not to draw it on the streets unless he is being attacked. His left hand, moving just as fast as his right, goes to his thigh hoping to find his coin purse that hangs there. With a sigh of relief, Rogan is glad to find that it is indeed still there. Even out in the open, the Guardian knows you are never completely save from a cut-purse.

It is when the tickling sensation doesn't cease that the Guardian worries, the concern obvious on his face. Scratching it with his left hand, Rogan tries to suppress the concerned look and continues forward with Ari. "It's just a few blocks this way."

 

[stonegod]

Ari arches an eye at Rogan's sudden case of the itches, but follows without a word.

 

[jkason]

Brother Donovan, warpriestly human cleric

A quick glance to each other with questioning eyes gives no answers for what might be going on, and just as Donovan makes a motion with his head to head around to the back gate to go in... a voice is heard from inside one of the side front doors. "Donovan! Miss ir'Indari!"

"Brother Ellston," Donovan says, moving to the former templar. "We've only been gone a few weeks. What's going on here?"