Fallen Angel Ch2 [IC] - Calling Sherlock, Acid_Crash, Thels, Greegan

[Thels]

Huh? I can hardly believe he departed just like that, without even saying goodbye, after all we've gone through. Oh well, good luck on your journeys, friend.

Michael greets Mary and any already gathered at the table. He enjoys his breakfast, waiting for everyone to gather. Once everyone's gathered, he asks: "With Akaros gone, our group is becoming rather small. Perhaps we should find ourselves some comrades on our cause, preferably someone that is skilled in healing wounds." Turning around to Mary: "Miss, would you know about any people looking for adventure passing through here lately?"

 

[Fanog]

Nalya joins Michael at the breakfast table, nicely on time. While drawing in the scent of her tea, she reads the notice from Akaros. Dark clouds gather on her brows as she reads the message again. For quite some time she is silent, trying to figure out how Akaros could have left, and if they had any hopes of completing their quest without him. How could it be? Are the stories wrong? He was with them, surely he must play a part. Let's hope that not all is lost. We have to press on, let's hope michael can fill the part

The young woman puts away the paper and picks up the mug of tea. "I am sure that he has a part to play in our quest, but not all is lost. He is a man of war, and his place should be at the front of the war. We may not know of his part, but I am sure he will accomplish what is set for him." Hoping that she is right, and that she has comvinced the others, Nalya nods at Michael's words. There should be two men, and we need some people if we are to go into these woods.

She keeps all of her senses open as she drinks of her tea, hoping for something that will guide her.

 

[Erekose13]

Seeing the two of you well rested and finished with your breakfast, Mary approaches. "Good morning. I am sorry to leave you with such sad tidings. Your companion left very early this morning. In regards to a guide for the woods. I spoke to some of our other patrons after you retired and one of them informed me that an old friend of mine is currently on the outskirts of the forest. If you hurry you might be able to catch him. He usually only comes out of the deep forest to do his yearly trade with some of the local farmers. His name is Mahe and his is very capable. If you follow this road that heads west along the river bank it should only take a day and half by horse to reach the settlement on the eaves of the forest."

 

[Thels]

"Thank you, miss." Turning to Nalya: "As much as it displeases me to interrupt a woman's sleep, it seems best that we awaken Syfis, so that we can be on our way. That is, if we want to catch up with this 'Mahe', which seems a good idea, considering how small our group has become."

 

[Erekose13]

Mary sends someone up to see if Syfis is awake yet.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Syfis is sitting in her room, quietly meditating upon one of her spellbook as Mary's attendant walks towards the room, "Oh. They're waiting? I must have been looking through my scrolls for a few hours then. Elves don't really need much, erm, sleep."

With that she gathers her things and puts them in her backpack and heads downstairs to the rest, "Sorry I've missed out on the planning, I'm not good at that stuff anyways. Rest assured I'm ready whenever you guys are, though." She says with a wink.

Mentally inward she calculates Nalya's presence, Does she have some other ulterior motive for us going on this adventure? She may have the others fooled, but...well, time will have to tell.

 

[Erekose13]

With the three of you assembled, Mary gives you more directions to a meeting place as well as a small token to pass to Mahe. She explains that it is used by the guides of the Glimmerwood to communicate to one another and she would like to send a message to him.

You gather your horses together and head out with the early morning sun is only a little ways into the sky, lighting the few clouds that dot the sky. It doesnt take too long for you to reach the small village that she spoke of. It really is tiny, only a couple of buildings around a town square and a few more farms along the way.

It is still morning as you ride in. Following Mary's directions is easy as the Trading Post is only one of the four buildings directly adjacent to the square. A small stream flows across the road as you enter the town, forded by a narrow stone bridge. The Trade Post is a wooden building with ample space for horses to be tied.

You see a large man speaking to the small woman behind a counter. The man is wearing a heavy wool cloak and his unkept brown hair spills over the collar. They are currently speaking as you enter, but both turn at the sound of the door opening.

"Welcome strangers, to the Trading Post." says the small woman.

[ooc: Thomas Hobbes, Mahe is in, feel free to jump in ]

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Mahe gives the newcomers a once-over, noting with deep-seated ambivalence the obvious signs of their wealth. His gaze pauses for a moment on the emerald around the half-elf's neck, moves quickly over the human's plate mail, and comes to rest on the elf, whose clothing, combined with enough parchment to write a book and enough flasks to drown a man with their contents, proclaimed her as a wizard.

The strangers' sudden appearance caused a bout of... not akwardness, because akwardness requires some sort of lack of confidence. But suffice it to say he doesn't quite know how to handle himself. He settles for touching the middle and index finger of his right hand to his temple, in a sort of understated salute, and turns back to the woman behind the counter, continuing the conversation they were having earlier.

"So run it by me again, which damnfool man is declaring war on who again?" There is unhidden scorn in his voice.

 

[Fanog]

Nalya gives the rugged-looking man a cordial bow of her head, a pleasant smile around her lips. Hmm, could be... Well, he looks like he could get us around, in the forest. She looks at uhim for a moment, trying to get a look in his eyes.

"Hmm," she hums softly, indicating she would like the man's attention. "we are looking for a man named Mahe. Would that be you, perhaps?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Mahe turns again to the newcomers, focusing his flinty blue eyes on Nalya. "Aye, that's me. What do you want?" Despite his brusque words, his tone carries only guarded curiosity.