For the Greater Good

[Jarval]

Nessa Caoilfhionn, Female Aasimar Arcane Disciple

Interesting... *Nessa thinks as the word 'undead' reaches her ears.* But I can't hear enough from here. Perhaps I should introduce myself?

*She stands from her seat, and approaches the table occupied by Wee Jas' priests. She waits for a natural lull in the conversation, then speaks up.*

"Good evening Sisters." *Nessa bows as she speaks.* "May I join you for this evening? I travel alone, and I would welcome the company and conversation, if you do not mind." *She smiles pleasantly, making sure that her medallion depicting Boccob's symbol is clearly visible.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The priestesses of Wee Jas do not seem evil in your sight Sebastian.*

*Nessa, the senior priestess looks at you in what seems to be astonishment.*

"You do not wish the company of those of your own church?" the senior priestess says, nodding over to the small contingent of priests of Boccob at the table of the elves of Corelleon Latharian.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Lyssia sighs as she glides though the air of the night, feeling at peace as she silently glides over the city. She couldn't conceive of how one would live without this sense of grace that flight gave her. At moments like this, anything seemed possible. Even the heavy tasks ahead of her. As she flew, she hummed a gentle ballad she had heard in the days before the trip.


(Basically she's kicking back and relaxing)

 

[Jarval]

Nessa Caoilfhionn, Female Aasimar Arcane Disciple

*Nessa, the senior priestess looks at you in what seems to be astonishment.*

"You do not wish the company of those of your own church?" the senior priestess says, nodding over to the small contingent of priests of Boccob at the table of the elves of Corelleon Latharian.

"If I only speak with those of my own faith, it limits my chance to better understand our world." *Nessa replies.*

"I follow Boccob's teachings, it is true, but I know fully well that He is not the only god to grace us. And besides, I tire of the same debate that currently occupies the Brothers and Sisters of my faith. One can stand to hear the same arguments only a certain number of times before it becomes annoying." *She smiles again at her own words.*

"But if I intrude, please do not hesitate to tell me so. I do not wish to disturb your privacy."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The sisters look at each other for a moment, then nod in agreement.*

"Please sit. I am Lady Vanaxian Estri. What brings you to Day's Crossing? Are you going to or from Andeluvay?"

 

[Jarval]

Nessa Caoilfhionn, Female Aasimar Arcane Disciple

"I am Nessa Caoilfhionn. I am traveling from Andeluvay." *Nessa replies as she takes a seat at the table.* "I am to act as a mediator in a dispute with a noble that is currently troubling my superiors. It is a minor trade matter, but I have been told that I may disclose no more. I'm sure you understand.

"In truth, I do welcome this chance to travel. My duties tend to keep me to Andeluvay, and I have seen little of the lands outside of the city's walls. Perhaps it sounds somewhat naive, but I'm finding it all rather exciting." *She grins in faint embarrassment at the seeming foolishness of her own words.*

"And you, Sisters, do you travel to or from the city? Those of Wee Jas' faithful I have talked with back in Andeluvay seem to travel little more than I."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Boccob sends its own out to debate with nobles? Surely there is something more afoot than that. A misuse of magic perhaps? Over half of the noble families can lay claim to some kind of magical blood or have a tradition of spellcasting. Is that why you were sent and not one of Siamorphe's clergy?

"As for why we're here... It's the debates of course. I am the chief reanimator in Albon, and I come with my records of service to prove that those condemned in my charge are only laboring their sentence before being sent on to their final rest," she sighs, as it's obvious this has been weighing on her mind.

"It will be a very long debate, I'm afraid, with no end in sight. I have my own people to attend to, but these are necessary."

 

[Velenne]

Norin awakens many hours before the dawn and stands vigilant over his companion. He prays, meditates, and when the sun breaks the horizon, sings soft hymns to the new day and the blessings it will bring.

 

[Jarval]

Nessa Caoilfhionn, Female Aasimar Arcane Disciple

"Oh, believe me, magic is involved. I'm sure you can imagine the potential problems of combining magic and commerce in the wrong way." *Nessa says earnestly.*

"Ah yes, the debates. They are taking up a great deal of time, are they not? I know what a trouble this matter can be, as I have argued for both sides of the debate. In face, I think my current assignment may be because of my fellow faithful feel me to be unreliable." *She frowns, shaking her head slightly.*

"I will admit the matter has troubled my conscience deeply, but I now see the wisdom of the current laws. The Spell Lord has been most generously spent his time hearing and allaying my concerns on the undead issue.

"I wish you luck with the debates, Sister. To have brought such a number of you away from your duties shows your church's dedication to this cause."

 

[GoodKingJayIII]

Staeven Myleron, Fighter 5/Annointed Knight 7

*Staeven, your appearance at the Pauper's Purse draws a bit of attention from your finer garb, though when you demand no special favors people will seems to settle down. You notice Daren here, but as per your suggestions, you pay him no mind.

Perhaps I should not have come here, Staeven thinks quietly to himself, keeping The Hammer casually concealed in his cloak, his hands still gloved. Most anyone would notice he had some sort of weapon in the cloak. But that is not really what he is trying to conceal.

He sits down by the dwarves quietly, keeping his eyes away Daren. This place is not as quiet as I originally imagined... clearly I need to get out more.

The closest seat is one next to the dwarven priests of Grumbar, and you hear them speaking in burred dwarven accents. After some inconsequential comments about the quality of the food, one of them turns to you, his highly polished rock holy symbol marking him as senior. He is earth-touched, and his skin seems to be made of granite, and his eyes of quartz pebbles.*

"You're not the usual kind here," he opens with.

Staeven inclines his head low and respectfully, showing deference to the obviously ranking priest, offering a friendly smile. "Just passing through," he replies simply, offering the same warm smile, "All I need's a bed to make me happy."