For the Greater Good

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Lyssia, Brightfire seems delighted both at the prospect at being able to write new songs as well as seeing you again.*

"I would love to see your beauty unadorned by the conventions of others," she says, smiling, then looks back up at the stage. "I have to do one last act, then I'm free for the evening. Perhaps we can speak more, even go to the temple?"

*Sebastian, the sister gives you a reproving glance and raps you lightly with her hand.*

"Listen instead of demanding answers, and you will hear what I am saying. It is rare that Heironeous' High Priest speak to those of our faith, for valor and innocence are hardly common bedfellows. But Orshallan feels that there is something coming that threatens innocents, but must be taken care of by warriors of virtue. I knew he had summoned his champions.

"I have been blessed with a vision from Alnaria. I see two children and their mother, waiting in a place neither good nor evil, seeing themselves in the mirror of truth, and reflecting on all that they were. They are neither condemned or redeemed, but the balance could tip either way. Innocence is at stake. If you succeed in this quest it may be that the balance will shift in the favor of redemption. If you fail, they fall to corruption."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Lyssia smiles and nods. "True enough.. go, finish your performance, it would be quite wrong of me to deny the audience another gift of your beauty and skill." settles back to enjoy the upcoming song as she nurses her drink, thinking that the temple Beauty had been right, it was quite refreshing to have gone out tonight wihtout any particular goals in mind.

 

[Velenne]

Norin nods and stands, touching the boy's head and smiling, "It is late for you and you have endured much. Rest. We can speak more after you break your fast in the morning. If you still wish to, of course."

The living Saint turns toward the priestess and whispers that he will be retiring for a few hours and then resume his work in the predawn hours after his prayer and meditation, but to send for him if young Brel wishes to speak at that time.

OOC: I'm done for that night unless he has anything else to say. Norin only needs to sleep for two hours but spends much of the rest of the night in the sanctuary chanting hymns to Heironeous.

 

[Jaik]

Darren shakes his head slightly and looks up from his hands and takes a sip of his drink, looking around for Brightfire. He spots her sitting with a redhead in Sune's colors and the stranger's smile reminds him of...No. He cannot think of her yet. Perhaps soon, but not yet. Darren lets his gaze linger on the pair, then resolutely turns to scan the rest of the Inn, then back to the stage.

 

[Halivar]

Sebastian looks down. "Forgive my insolence, dear sister. It's just that I am very impassioned when I hear mention of my family. I dare not hope that anything can be done, lest I should have to relive my agony over again. But if you say my family is involved somehow in Orshallan's quest, then I believe you."

Sebastian stands. "The hour is late, and the darkness of night blackens my mood. I must take my leave of you. Drussa..." Sebastian turns to the young girl and gives her his best, most courteous bow. "...may your days be long and fruitful. For you, as well, dear sister." With that, he turns to leave.

His mind is racing. Though he has lost all hope, the voice of the old Sebastian still whispers in his ear. He would risk everything, even the whole world, if he could have his family back.

OOC: Sebastian plans on heading back to the inn and getting some sleep. This conversation has worn him out.

 

[Jarval]

*Nessa ponders over her words with Rekash a little longer, then stands from her seat. She tucks Orshallan's letter back into her bag, and slowly makes her way out of the market place and back to the temple of Boccob.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Norin, your brief rest in untroubled, and so is Brel's according to the sister you ask when you awake. Checkin in on him he's still asleep, looking entirely untroubled for the first time since you've seen him.*

*You spend the rest of the morning in chants and prayers to Heironeous, sometimes being joined by other priests in the cells next to yours.*

*Lyssia and Darren, Brightfire returns to the stage, going into the second part of her show. The floor is crowded with dancers, though you both notice occasional pairs of people disappearing to the upper gallery rooms of the Phoenix. Brightfire moves into her last number, turning her notes into solid strutures of light that hang above the dancefloor in a lovely, twisting cascade of rainbow hues.*

*Finished, the crowd roars their approval. As Brightfire acknowledges their applause, she moves off the stage, clearing it for a much calmer guitar and flute duet. She moves through the crowd, talking with a few people, before returning to Lyssia's table.*

"Shall we go? The night is yet young," Brightfire says. Looking up briefly over the crowd, she seems to lock eyes with Darren for an instant, and wink.

*Sebastian, the older sister and Druvi give you small bows, and you take your leave of the Temple of Innocence. Walking back to the Imperial Wyvern and plodding past the arm wresting matches with their accompanying shouts, you enter your room. The bed has been turned down and scented with lavender, and a sheilded lantern burns. Removing your clothes, you fall into bed and down into somewhat odd dreams, in which you can hear children both laughing and sobbing, and a woman's voice murmuring.*

*Nessa, back in the vaulted temple of the Spell Lord, with its smell of strange spices, dust, and vellum, you're met by one of the acolytes.*

"Counselor Caoilfhionn, the Spell Lord Tellaqu wishes to speak with you on the morrow at your convienence," he says carefully, obviously having rehersed that little speech several times to get it right.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Lyssia smiles as she gets up to meet the bard. "Aye, it is early yet in the evening. I'm sure that we can find something to do m'lady Brightfire. Have you any ideas on what you wish to do?" she grins as she looks over Brightfire's gaze to Derren. "You got someone in mind already m'lady?"

 

[Jaik]

Darren watches brightfire leave the stage, already planning to turn in early when he sees the wonderful performer join the Sunite from the intermission, then wink at him. Darren blinks slowly, ponders for a moment, then stands, picks up his drink, and heads towards Brightfire. "A most wonderful performance, lady Brightfire. I could hear nothing but yourself and could scarce look away."

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Lyssia watches as Darren walks over to greet her friend, a watchful eye on him as she waits for the bard to return to their talk. A careful eye looks the young man over. Definitely someone used to bold and gallant moves, though not quite in fashion enough to be a noble's son, another adventurer mayhaps? She thinks to herself, quite sure that the beautiful bard must get dozens of such every week.