Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Starman said:
"I am Placid Brokenfang. These are my good friends and comrades-in-arms Tervelyn and Kellix. We are part of the Storm Company, all of us certain foes of slavery and oppression." Placid bows formally.
Heroes of the Day [Dawnforge] Part 1: Attack in Ebernath!
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"I am Placid Brokenfang. These are my good friends and comrades-in-arms Tervelyn and Kellix. We are part of the Storm Company, all of us certain foes of slavery and oppression." Placid bows formally.
Widowmaker
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See Placid take charge, Kellix falls back and lets him take the lead. He will look around trying to get a feel for the library.
RobotRobotI
First Post
S'sebek heads in behind Ellawyn, waiting with her for the Lok guy. Once he arrives, S'sebek will, of course, pay his own half of the fee, and then wait to hear about the titles they were suggested.
Starman
Adventurer
S'sebek, Targ, Ellawyn
S'sebek and Ellawyn enter the library. Shelves are crammed together and you wonder if Targ would be able to fit between them sideways. A small window high on the wall lets in some light. A thin layer of dust covers many of the books. The building is small, only about twenty feet across and you don't see anyone else inside. Just as you are about to go back outside and ask Hagin about Lok, a bookshelf slides out from a wall and an elf walks out.
"I thought I heard someone in here," he says with a smile. "My name is Lok. What can I do for you?" He is dressed in red robes that are slightly tattered at the edges.
Ellawyn and S'sebek pay the five silvers which disappear into the elf's robes. When you mention the titles you are looking for, he grins. "Immortals, huh? You didn't happen to mention your interest to Hagin, did you?" Lok chuckles at your nod of assent.
"I'm sure he gave you an earful. Don't mind him. He can't stand them, although, I sometimes wonder if he didn't have a bad encounter with one of them. His hatred for them does run deep. Hmmm...come on."
The elf leads you back to the bookshelf that he came from behind. His hand reaches up and does something on top of the shelf and once again it moves aside. Behind it is a narrow staircase that leads down beneath the building. A small glow from below gives just enough light to traverse the stairs without tripping. Down here, the room is much larger than the one above, perhaps four or five times. The glow comes from a glass globe which contains a light that doesn't flicker or give off smoke. The elf points you to a small table near the globe and says he will be right back.
He returns shortly with three large books, setting them down on the table. They are very dusty and obviously haven't been disturbed in a long time. Lok brushes them off. "Here you go. These first two, A Preliminary Treatise on Immortals and Their Impact on Ambria and Power Unchecked are written in Anderlar. This last one," he gestures at Immortals-What are They?, "is written in Dwarven. Anything else I can help you with?"
S'sebek and Ellawyn enter the library. Shelves are crammed together and you wonder if Targ would be able to fit between them sideways. A small window high on the wall lets in some light. A thin layer of dust covers many of the books. The building is small, only about twenty feet across and you don't see anyone else inside. Just as you are about to go back outside and ask Hagin about Lok, a bookshelf slides out from a wall and an elf walks out.
"I thought I heard someone in here," he says with a smile. "My name is Lok. What can I do for you?" He is dressed in red robes that are slightly tattered at the edges.
Ellawyn and S'sebek pay the five silvers which disappear into the elf's robes. When you mention the titles you are looking for, he grins. "Immortals, huh? You didn't happen to mention your interest to Hagin, did you?" Lok chuckles at your nod of assent.
"I'm sure he gave you an earful. Don't mind him. He can't stand them, although, I sometimes wonder if he didn't have a bad encounter with one of them. His hatred for them does run deep. Hmmm...come on."
The elf leads you back to the bookshelf that he came from behind. His hand reaches up and does something on top of the shelf and once again it moves aside. Behind it is a narrow staircase that leads down beneath the building. A small glow from below gives just enough light to traverse the stairs without tripping. Down here, the room is much larger than the one above, perhaps four or five times. The glow comes from a glass globe which contains a light that doesn't flicker or give off smoke. The elf points you to a small table near the globe and says he will be right back.
He returns shortly with three large books, setting them down on the table. They are very dusty and obviously haven't been disturbed in a long time. Lok brushes them off. "Here you go. These first two, A Preliminary Treatise on Immortals and Their Impact on Ambria and Power Unchecked are written in Anderlar. This last one," he gestures at Immortals-What are They?, "is written in Dwarven. Anything else I can help you with?"
Starman
Adventurer
Placid, Tervelyn, Kellix
"The Storm Company, you say? I can't say that I know of you," Konnar says, frowning. "However, I do know of the recent kuo-toa attacks. If you were to make my great contributions known to certain members of the Panthic Order, I could find it in me to lower my fee to say twenty-five gold pieces for a week of research. That does sound agreeable, doesn't it?" The dwarf raises an eyebrow.
"The Storm Company, you say? I can't say that I know of you," Konnar says, frowning. "However, I do know of the recent kuo-toa attacks. If you were to make my great contributions known to certain members of the Panthic Order, I could find it in me to lower my fee to say twenty-five gold pieces for a week of research. That does sound agreeable, doesn't it?" The dwarf raises an eyebrow.
Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Starman said:
Placid smiles. "Of course. Credit must always be given where credit is due, Konnar. I believe we were to speak with the Panthic Order regarding other matters as it is. I can certainly mention how cooperative you've been on behalf of Ebernath's common good."
Widowmaker
First Post
Kellix will look back over his shoulder and nod at Konnar's name being mentioned to the Panthic Order. He will then turn back around and nose his way through some papers and books while the others talk.
RobotRobotI
First Post
Starman said:
S'sebek raises an eyebrow at the mention of Anderlar, and sighs outright at mention of Dwarven. "Do you have a translator available around here?"
Starman
Adventurer
Targ
Outside, Targ enjoys the beautiful day. It is sunny and warm, but a breeze keeps the heat from becoming stifling. Molly excitedly chases the stick everytime the ogre throws it. Hagin continues to teach his class, although he has to chastise a few younger students who would rather watch Targ and Molly rather than their instructor.
After thirty minutes or so, Targ hears a voice behind him. "Other Ogre?"
Turning around, he is confronted with another member of his race. Long, black hair is slicked down with mud. He is slightly shorter than Targ and is wearing a brown tunic and pants. A wide grin splits his face.
"Me Grakk!" he exclaims holding out a thick, calloused hand.
Outside, Targ enjoys the beautiful day. It is sunny and warm, but a breeze keeps the heat from becoming stifling. Molly excitedly chases the stick everytime the ogre throws it. Hagin continues to teach his class, although he has to chastise a few younger students who would rather watch Targ and Molly rather than their instructor.
After thirty minutes or so, Targ hears a voice behind him. "Other Ogre?"
Turning around, he is confronted with another member of his race. Long, black hair is slicked down with mud. He is slightly shorter than Targ and is wearing a brown tunic and pants. A wide grin splits his face.
"Me Grakk!" he exclaims holding out a thick, calloused hand.
""Me Targ! Glad to meet, not see other ogres very much. You a... a..." Targ thinks for a second, stuvert? Strudel? "learner here?"
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