Legacy of the Silver Dragon - Day 2 (Interlude)

[gambler1650]

The day dawns, somewhat cloudy and with the threat of rain in the air. Rain tends to come as clouds move over the area as the land rises up towards the mountain nearby. Loggers grumble a bit as they head out, knowing it might be a miserable day to work. The miners simply grin at their fellow workers, knowing that they'll be underground. Stores are opened, although more doors than not stay closed as the rain could come suddenly. In spite of that threat in the air, the clouds take their time arriving, and the day moves into early afternoon.

Please let me know where you would like to start. I can continue to tie up loose ends and have folks meet with Gregof as he suggested, but if there's another plan (or separate plans), please let me know.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdim walks around town, tossing the gem up and down on his hand. Dinner was great, and after a night's rest and two good breakfasts, the dwarf is as happy as a dwarf could be. Rain also made him cheerful, he loved rain for some reason. Today he needed to find the elf (the halfling was collateral damage) to tell him what he had learnt of the gem he was toying with, and that was it. Perhaps meet with the guards captain. Perhaps. He was feeling lazy lately, having hoarded such an amount of money didn't really help making him prone to risk his life again.

 

[Goldhammer]

"That Siarla is being quite a girl." Beatrix thinks as eats her breakfast in the inn. "She preaches her nature goddess, but she eats like a true follower of Malborka. Maybe I should convice her to join sisterhood. She'd make good Wall-Sentry am thinking."

Beatrix finally finished her meal and headed out into the town. She rather liked cold, it reminded her of home, and hoped those dark clouds might bring a bit of snow. Her first order of business was to find a messager to take her letter back to the Sisterhood's Stronghold. This town was crying out for some beef and just one of the sisterhood's fabled dire cows could feed this place for weeks. Then Beatrix would need to head to the general store to get some supplies. She would need to write some letters while she was here so some writing supplies were a must. After that, maybe she should met with captain of the town guard as the Sisterhood suggested she do. Helping the guard would be a good way to get Malborka accpected into the town. But maybe she should invite Siarla out to lunch before embarking on whatever quest the captain had in mind. Winning over the nature worshipers would be a major step in getting the sisterhood a foothold in this town.

 

[Binder Fred]

Antares awoke bright and early -- not because he chose to, but because the Bracegirdle children made his choice for him, their parents not far behind, if not downright leading the jarringly enthousiastic charge.

Even then he lies for a while on his improvised bed in a corner of the summer kitchen, staring thoughtfully, a bit gloomily up at the too-near ceiling, thinking.... The night had, in fact, passed rather too quickly, late to bed and uncomfortable with thankfully unremembered dreams -- he just knows that both Annas featured somehow, one overprinting the other, as did strangely undulating sceneries... Is this truly what he means to do with his life? In the gray light of today's dawn, he isn't so sure. (He'd brought up the subject yesterday at supper, yet somehow the Company found itself on this path still, almost as if...)

And yet, today he will see Teacher Dysare again (it has been too long!), and this thing they do, is it not a thing worth doing? Would goodman Jorgen be any happier with a cursed bell still slowly driving him mad? Would Anna, still languishing? Would he be happier had he never met the two of them, experienced the terror of Lady Mirelle, the thrill of the slime beast, looked forward to Daenilla's stories of the undead?

Antares rises with a smooth, self-conscious motion: hm... Dare to dream, but mayhap he can convince some of the children to help him draw a bath?

* * *​

It seems he is the first one here.

Antares hurries under the protective cover of the overhanging roof besides Stellan's house -- not that it is truly raining yet, but he feels sure he's felt a few drops splatter down already. He looks up at the mass of gray pillows that comprises the sky: and certainly it won't be long now?

Safe under the protection of slate and squared wood, he nonetheless drops the hood on his deep blue woolen cloak and breathes in the smell of coming rain with some relish, smiling. He doesn't like getting wet as such, and yet rain is his friend, pattering companion of endless days reading next to a partially cracked window, warming flames crackling in counterpoint from nearby fireplace... Today's rain will be cold if they are caught underneath, as befit early spring showers, yet should they make it to Teacher Dysare's abode before it can begin in earnest...

He's had his -rather bracing- bath, and young Weldon is on his way to his Sire's tower with his missive even as they speak -- a sterling in his pocket and promise of another on their very next meeting... Today will be a better day than yesterday, and the days before, he can feel it! Things are changing!

OOC: This is assuming Stellan wanted to come with, of course; and Muzdin can join them here if he wants? After that it's off to Teacher Dysare's abode -- whatever and wherever it turns out to be! Spells for today: Kizari's Merciful Slumber (AKA Sleep), Detect Magic.

 

[gambler1650]

Stellan pokes his head out, glances up and says, "Great. Feels like rain." He heads back inside. A moment later he comes back out with a roughly made coat which he ties around his waist for later use. His expression indicates he may have had too much in the way of drink the night before as he squints at the sun's light coming through the forest to the east of the town. "Where are we off to again?" he asks Antares, seeming up for following along wherever the Elf might lead - at least until his hangover dissapates a bit.

OOC: Waiting to see if Bosco's plans for the day are updated, as well as our newest thief... Feel free to head into motion. And is Beatrix seeking out Siarla? If not, she might see Antares and Stellan. It's not that big of a town, and if she's exploring a bit she would notice them loitering outside and/or walking to Teacher Dysare's place.

 

[Binder Fred]

His friend smiles in answer, tenderly amused: "Teacher Dysare's noble abode," he explains with a 'this way noble sir' gesture towards that very same forest <I'm assuming?>. "To discuss bells, runes and all waters of silvery hue?" this last with a still-pained, involuntary twist of his delicate lips: the memories of Former-Anna could hardly be any fresher... A shake of his bi-coloured locks, refocusing on Stellan. "As well as perhaps tales of what prompted her sudden departure all those weeks ago?" He starts walking down the gangway - much narrower here than on the main town road, and being composed of discontinuous pieces of de-barked lumber half-sunk into the dirt (at least it kept any mud well away, right?) - companionly accompanied by a still-squinting Stellan.

As they passed, he glanced up and a bit back, to the oh so familiar outline of his family's tower... Stellan's dam working where she did - in the employ of the ancestral half of himself, so to speak - it was... unfortunately inevitable. At least she and her son no longer lived in the small rooms adjacent the tower itself, as they did in the begining, when both of them were boys barely grown...

<Response Stellan?>

OOC: Heading off to see Teacher Dysare.

 

[Goldhammer]

OOC: Beatrix will be going to the general store first to grab some writing supplies. Paper and black chalk so she can keep writing reports. Afterwards, she'll try to find Siarla and invite her to lunch, where she'll ask her more questions about her goddess, the town and if she knows anything about it's silver dragon protector. She go see the Captain of the Guard once everyone's ready to move on.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdim tags along, silent as usual. He kept toying around with the gem.

 

[Binder Fred]

At least she and her son no longer lived in the small rooms adjacent the tower itself, as they did in the begining, when both of them were boys barely grown...

"Do you, perhaps, remember the time-" he begins with a smile, thinking back on those early days, but is then distracted by a squat, moving cloud at the edge of his vision, one that upon further inspection turns out to be a certain dwarven acolyte of their acquaintance, already tagging along right behind them since only the Gods know when!

Antares blinks in his general direction, clearly taken by surprise (both by his very presence and by his heretofore unsuspected talent for stealth): "Master Stonehand? Were you -ah- coming with us to Teacher's abode this morn?" with that puzzled tilt of the head of his. "Not that you are unwelcomed, of course," he quickly corrects for politeness' sake -- though he would not have thought that the two- Do they even get along?

OOC: I would suggest seeing the guard captain to set things up beforehand myself, Goldhammer. To make things smoother for the forthcoming, much-anticipated junction.

 

[gambler1650]

Antares, Muzdim, Stellan

The mix of a human, an elf and a dwarf making their way through the village in the early morning gets the usual set of amused smiles and disapproving shakes of the head - likely from those who feel young men should be doing 'honest work' rather than adventuring. Stellan glances around as he walks, and then smiles a bit as they enter the 'Elven Corner' as it's beginning to be called by some of Ascadar's residents. It never had a name before in the days when Eliasael was present. "Did you see? At least two girls were watching us. Well, probably me, but who knows, maybe they like the stocky frame of our secretive priest here, eh Muzdim?"

Teacher Dysare is outside, tending to a few plants along the side of her house. She grows small vegetable and fruits bushes, none of which will grow anywhere else nearby. She claims the soil she has is from one of the great Elven woods far to the west, where these plants are from. She shares the plants' bounty with other elf families - most other races find the taste somewhat offputting in a way they can't describe.

[sblock=For Muzdim]Also, remember that Muzdim has a sample of that phosphorescent liquid. Though I can't remember.. did he give it to the clerics of Pelor? Anyhow, if you want to do anything further with it, let me know.[/sblock]


Beatrix

Jorgen has the materials that Beatrix is seeking, although he seems perpetually nervous at the bulk of the cleric. Most of the townsfolk are somewhat thin given the hard work that they do, and his shelves are spaced so that Beatrix brushes rather closely next to them as she moves around the store. Once the items are purchased, Siarla isn't too hard to find, and is perfectly happy to have lunch - particularly if the cleric is doing the paying. About Eliasael she says: "Well, she was just a dragon..." The way she says it, she's obviously attempting to sound worldly. "And she protected us, but well, I'm not so sure we need protecting. We've been getting on well since she left. I bet there's so much treasure up there.. jewels.. necklaces.. Seems a shame no one's found it yet." The last bits are said wistfully.