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5E [IC] Adventures in Ashwell: The Edge of Dispater

Creamsteak

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The sound of hundreds of workers can be heard in the north-eastern corner of Ashwell. A wall is under construction, both here and elsewhere in the city. The stone is a mix of local material, some excavated from the ruins, and imported granite from a quarry several hundred miles away. The noise is unbearably loud to most of the city, the work occuring during the early morning hours for the most part. It will take several months for the walls to be in place, then more time for proper gatehouses to be constructed, and still longer for the entire city to hit some semblance of rest.

Things are only slightly quieter inside "The Edge of Dispater", an inn on the north east corner of the city. While often populated by drinking laborers during the night, during the day the inn is a bit more peaceful. The proprietor is a fat balding man, but one who seems handsome and distinguished in his own certain way. He goes by the name of Pete, and wears the civilized garb of a Conriyan settler. A number of books are stacked on two shelves behind the bar.

The inn and tavern is occupied by a few strange souls.

An exceptionally aged man with pale skin and silvery hair sits at one corner of the establishment carefully steeping tea and using the liquid to soften hard stale pieces of bread he slowly slurps into his mouth. The book bag at his hip is marked with the Holy Circumfix, a symbol of a religion that exalts a man who had become a god. He looks kindly, though his body is marked with faded ink of some sort.

A waifish boy shakes and rattles as the noise from the stone construction hammers away outside. He appears a pauper, but seems to not bother the keeper of the establishment. He takes up a spot near the hearth, warming himself and looking like he has been awake for many days.

A dark skinned green eyed merchant of sorts has a small table with four accompanying guards, one of which has three tiny clean skulls hanging from a net bag on his belt. The other three guards are all huge brutal looking men with unique head tatoos, though they wear no arms or armor. These Zeumi travelers smell of incense and soap, clearly not native to this area.
 
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Azurewraith

Explorer
Raghnall wanders round Ashwall trying to avoid the racket as best he can before finding an inn
In a less noisy spot, he could certainly use a drink to quite the sound echoing round his skull, it was certainly louder than any battle he had fought.

Entering the in Raghnall heads straight to the fat balding man "Drink" he asks for in his native tongue. Raghnall adjusts the shield strapped to his back as he reaches for his coin purse.
 

Creamsteak

First Post
Pete turns a bit pale when the stranger approaches him. He apologizes, though the translation is unintelligible to Raghnall.

[sblock=Kianni]"No offense, but we don't keep milk here! I hope this will be alright."[/sblock]

He pauses for a second to see if what he said gets across at all, then he pull out a flagon of wine. He attempts to wave away your coin purse, then poorly states something.

[sblock=Scylvendi]"Respect." Though the word has several meanings. It can be used to mean a tribute offered by the foolish farmers in hopes to appease The People, or it can be seen as a symbol of equality between Scylvendi.[/sblock]
 

Azurewraith

Explorer
Raghnall accepts the drink and inclines his head to the man at this point words seem a,little useless. Just as well this one was free Raghnall's coin purse was light his travels had certainly taken there toll. Drinking the wine slowly Raghnall was not used to this his was a simple life living from what the land and cattle produced.
 

Neurotic

I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Ersarkess Masheken, weary of the travel ignores the noise and the bustle and heads directly for the inn. While not pleasant, the noise was certainly no worse than those of bazaars in any of the great cities.

"Innkeeper, wine please. Something to eat if you have prepared anything yet." He looks around meeting the eyes of people and nodding to any who look at him. Serious young man of dark complexion, tanned by life outside, Ersarkess is well dressed and lightly armored, just what one would expect for these parts. But his armor and weapons are well worn and obviously used.

He sits peacefully at a table near the fireplace waiting for is order. One never knows when he will eat next or get to be warm again.

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Azurewraith

Explorer
Raghnall looks at the man as he enters and looks at everyone in turn nodding at them, was he looking for a fight? He didn't look like he would be much good in a scrap. Even if his weapons did look used.

Raghnall looks down at his axe his pride and joy looks pristine despite it's years of use.

Pondering what his next move should be Raghnall takes another sip of this wine everyone seems to like so much.
 

industrygothica

Adventurer
A balding dwarf walks through the doors of The Edge of Dispater. His dark, pointed beard hangs down to his ample belly and accentuates his ashen face. He wore raiments of red and gold with moderate armor, and wore one black leather glove on his right hand. One supposed that his other hand donned the other glove, but where that hand was was anyone's guess. Instead, from the elbow down, where his left hand and arm had once been, was a dull, smoke-colored clockwork mechanism that functioned like a hand but was anything but. There was a pincer-like vice for grasping, and the thing twirled and whizzed round and round in no particular manner, but when it came time to hold steady the mug of ale Pete slid down from the other end of the bar, the thing behaved quite politely, spilling not even one drop. Kilvo fetches a silver coin from his purse with his proper fingers and tosses it to Pete in what has to be a practiced routine. "Keep 'em comin'," he says. He heads to a table in a corner and flings his cloak back dramatically before taking a seat.
 

Neurotic

I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Raghnall looks at the man as he enters and looks at everyone in turn nodding at them, was he looking for a fight? He didn't look like he would be much good in a scrap. Even if his weapons did look used.

Raghnall looks down at his axe his pride and joy looks pristine despite it's years of use.

Pondering what his next move should be Raghnall takes another sip of this wine everyone seems to like so much.

If Raghnall looked the newcomer in the eye, he didn't get a challenge, but a polite nod, mere acknowledgment of existence and a greeting of equals. As he sat down, one who could see the hip opposite the sword could see coiled whip and across the back folded net such as would be used for medium sized prey. It probably wouldn't hold a bear or even a large human, but fair sized fawn or clutch of rabbits wouldn't be out of the question.
 

Creamsteak

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"Innkeeper, wine please. Something to eat if you have prepared anything yet."

Pete offers up some of his own dry cured hams and various sausages as quick staple foods that require little in the way of preparation, as well as slightly dry bread or a simple porridge.

Close to the fire you are able to notice that the pauper boy by the hearth looks very anxious. He rocks back and forth a bit, but the loud noises of the construction going on outside seem to shake him to the bone at times. His nails are dirty and broken in places, and his knuckles are largely raw.

Kilvo fetches a silver coin from his purse with his proper fingers and tosses it to Pete in what has to be a practiced routine. "Keep 'em comin'," he says. He heads to a table in a corner and flings his cloak back dramatically before taking a seat.

Pete gladly serves your drink and gestures towards the warrior with the axe at the bar.

[sblock=Kianni]"Scylvendi. Breakers of horses and men. Friend dwarf, you may not know of them. Tread carefully around that one."[/sblock]
 
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Neurotic

I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Pete offers up some of his own dry cured hams and various sausages as quick staple foods that require little in the way of preparation, as well as slightly dry bread or a simple porridge.

Ersarkess nods
"That is fine, add some wine with that please and we'll talk business."

Close to the fire you are able to notice that the pauper boy by the hearth looks very anxious. He rocks back and forth a bit, but the loud noises of the construction going on outside seem to shake him to the bone at times. His nails are dirty and broken in places, and his knuckles are largely raw.

Sitting back, the bard looks over the boy several times before calling out just as food arrives.
"You, boy! Would you like something to eat? And no, I'm not asking for anything in return."
Tipping Pete as he sets the plates, he pushes the chair toward the boy while talking to the Innkeeper.
"I'll need a room probably, but we can talk after I eat. I'll be sure to talk to you before your evening rush starts."
 

industrygothica

Adventurer
Kilvo nods at Pete's words, but says nothing. He glances casually at the man in question, and at his axe, and makes sure to take a seat that keeps him in his peripheral.
 

Creamsteak

First Post
Ersarkess nods
"That is fine, add some wine with that please and we'll talk business."

Pete nods, and brings over another flagon.

Sitting back, the bard looks over the boy several times before calling out just as food arrives.
"You, boy! Would you like something to eat? And no, I'm not asking for anything in return."
Tipping Pete as he sets the plates, he pushes the chair toward the boy while talking to the Innkeeper.
"I'll need a room probably, but we can talk after I eat. I'll be sure to talk to you before your evening rush starts."

The boy will take what's offered, though he seems to have some difficulty keeping his hands still.

Pete responds to the inquiry in the affirmative, he has space and bedding.
 

Neurotic

I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Tha bard talks to the boy, trying to get some info from him. Foremost, a name and what he is doing here, but general life info, is there any orphanage here, does he know the surroundings and is he willing to serve as a guide (paid guide). He talks about himself and his early days as an orphan at times he thinks the boy needs a pause from the questions or Ersarkess thinks would put him at ease in certain parts of the questioning.
 

Azurewraith

Explorer
Raghnall looks around things could be more harder than he thought not speaking the language. Just another way his rival was better than he was, he managed to get by. Waiting until the innkeeper is free Raghnall speaks as clearly as he can"Do you know of anyone looking for work, I am short on coins. I can work the land, break a horse, I play music.." there is a pause and Raghnall's voice drops"I can kill a man"
 

Creamsteak

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Tha bard talks to the boy, trying to get some info from him. Foremost, a name and what he is doing here, but general life info, is there any orphanage here, does he know the surroundings and is he willing to serve as a guide (paid guide). He talks about himself and his early days as an orphan at times he thinks the boy needs a pause from the questions or Ersarkess thinks would put him at ease in certain parts of the questioning.

OOC: Rolled Persuasion for you. Got a 12. Feel free to roll a skill check if you think it might apply any time.


[sblock=Persuasion_10]The shaky exhausted boy can slowly but surely tell you a bit. His accent seems to imply he might be from Sakarpus. "Sorweel. Sorweel is my name. I do not know of any home. My older sister and I would explore the caverns. There are many entrances hidden in the town. If we found anything good, we could eat. Two nights go there was a cave-in. The earth took her. You may not believe it, but I saw her face there in the dirt. She screamed, but had no voice. But there was another voice I could hear, a man, singing. I had to dig myself out of the caves. I just barely made it here. I don't know what to do. I need to go back for her, but I'm afraid..."[/sblock]

Raghnall looks around things could be more harder than he thought not speaking the language. Just another way his rival was better than he was, he managed to get by. Waiting until the innkeeper is free Raghnall speaks as clearly as he can"Do you know of anyone looking for work, I am short on coins. I can work the land, break a horse, I play music.." there is a pause and Raghnall's voice drops"I can kill a man"

Pete looks you over and tries to understand. He seems to grok something at least. He gestures towards the dark skinned men gathered at a table. "Zeumi" he says. He repeats back the words for gold and killing to you. He then says something you can't quite understand.

[sblock=Kianni]"That man is rich. A prince of Zeum. Him and his men are here for something, and by the looks of them not something they'll get without shedding blood. If you wish to sell your sword, I'd try them."[/sblock]
 

Azurewraith

Explorer
Raghnall sighs at the thought of killing yet alone killing for money but he needed the money, food and lodgings weren't cheap let alone arms and armour.

Raghnall approaches this Zeumi character looking the man in the eye he gestures to his coin purse then his axe.
 

Creamsteak

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Raghnall sighs at the thought of killing yet alone killing for money but he needed the money, food and lodgings weren't cheap let alone arms and armour.

Raghnall approaches this Zeumi character looking the man in the eye he gestures to his coin purse then his axe.

One of the extremely over-built dark skinned men laughs at you derisively. The smaller more presentable merchant raises his left hand silencing the monk.

[sblock=Scylvendi]"Greetings Scylvendi. I am Silat of the Zeum. You are a stranger in strange lands, as am I, yes?"[/sblock]
 


Steve Gorak

Explorer
Thael entered the inn, frustrated at how the morning had unfolded. He had arrived in Ashwell at dawn, finally reaching his destination after weeks of travelling from The Great Library. He had not enjoyed the human lands at all. The humans he had interacted with seemed afraid of him, and called him "schoolman" almost like a curse. Only the elite were educated, but everything was dirty. Even "comfortable" accommodations paled to what was the minimal standards of hospitality in Elven lands.

The humans were also quite uncivilized. Not even a few hours after he disembarked from the elven ship, thugs had tried to rob him. Fortunately, he dispatched the miscreants with the help of some local guards, but decided to don armor as he traveled, which was uncomfortable but proved to be necessary on two more occasions.

He also much preferred to be on the road than in human cities, and preferred to sleep in forested areas when he could.

He had been eager to arrive in Ashwell. Some of his elven kin would even have scolded him for being impatient, a reflection of his youth - as he was only 85 years old. He had rehearsed his arrival in his mind for months, and dreamed of the possibilities. He would immediately go to the head archeologist with the introduction letter from the elder council at The Library, and would immediately immerse himself with the findings, focusing on anything remotely arcane.

Of course, the morning's events had burst his illusions and had not occurred as planned. First, the excavation efforts were completely disorganized. There was no head archeologist, and the digging was done by thugs more interested in gaining wealth than knowledge. With significant protests, he had been escorted away from the pit after the workers had complained that he was interfering with their work.

"This is not a place for you, schoolman!" The words of the guards resonated as he entered the inn. He needed some time to plan what his next move would be. He likely needed help, or perhaps allies, but he was a stranger in a strange land, and needed to think.

He walks to the human that seems to be in charge. "May I have some tea?". He then sees the books behind the counter, and nods in approval "I see you are a learned man, mind if I take a look?"
 
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Creamsteak

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He walks to the human that seems to be in charge. "May I have some tea?". He then sees the books behind the counter, and nods in approval "I see you are a learned man, mind if I take a look?"

The innkeeper shrugs and grabs some hot water, offering it up. "I'm not much for drinking leaves, but the older gentleman over there seems to have some of his own. There's also a spice merchant not too far form here if that gets you where you want to go. Help yourself, stranger."

There are nine books visible, ranging from childrens stories and picture books to a dictionary of Kianni terms to cook books. They all looks poorly taken care of, but of relatively recent make. The last tome on the shelf is a bit older and appears to be out of place here. A quick glance, and you think it's written in some language you've never heard of, but it is filled with illuminations as well depicting some sort of journey into hell in various forms.
 

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