Paths of Legend: The Azgundi Tournaments

[Scott DeWar]

The Candle District: Renaldo's Escape

Renaldo makes his way out of the Candle District, but the evening crowd filling the streets slows his progress. The merchant district is within sight, but then he spots a pair of thugs nearby...

Damn!

...then another on the other side of the street....

Damn!!

....and another following him.

DAMN DAMN DAMN!!

Then a familiar voice comes from the crowd, accompanied by a cloaked, slight feminine form, "Renaldo, it's me, Aleera. Estelle's boss has flunkies all over the place. Follow me and I may be able to get you out of here alive."

daamn. , Renald's thoughts are racing , then another though, Wait, a woman is what got me in the fix in the first place. well, not necessarily the woman, but.....

"mi lady speak quickly and answer this question: at what event did we part company? I must know it is you. answer quickly or i will have to consider you to not be you."

 

[Voda Vosa]

After thanking the Priest, Muzdum stands up, dusting himself out. He pats William on the back "Lad, Ah' allways think that, at each step Ah give, at each moment of my life. And Ah've to tell ye, 'ts great!" the dwarf laughs cheerfully.
"Fer example, Ah'm signed on the 'Debate' event. How's 'bout tha' ah? HA!"

After hearing Odon and his companions, the dwarf shrugs "Good luck witha' stuff. Seems ye be needin' no more help." With a weaving of his hand the dwarf heads to the debate tent.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen places his hand briefly on Shokar's shoulder. "Women are... complicated friend. But be patient. Azgund was not built in a day. I would not know how to help you, but should you need a friend in the city, ask for Valen Sablewood." He then turns to join Odon and Shayuri. "You are doing the right thing, lass. I will go with you as well."

 

[Yttermayn]

Aohdan gives Shokar a nod of respect and a slight smile before turning and walking with his companions toward the arcane academy.

 

[Shayuri]

(Just a little bump to keep it from falling off)

 

[Arkhandus]

OOC: Sorry I missed this. Was busy on weekends and only saw the posts on this new page.

Estelle winces when she hears the word again, biting her lip. She shakes her head once and tries to smile earnestly, "First off, it's nice to see you. Secondly, you can't be going around alone," she looks at him sternly, the petite girl poking a finger into his chest. "It's not safe anymore. Not for you or any of your group."

She sighs and leans into him, her scent pleasant, her features exquisite, she puts a hand on his waist and stands on her toes, whispering in his ear, "Your life has been threatened by someone very dangerous. And there is another in town pretending to be me, and now I'm assuming you've met her, since it's been months since I've seen you."

Estelle lowers herself back down, removing her hand from his waist. She looks at him with the pale-blue of her eyes coming from under long lashes, her skin, porcelain and delicate, remains as perfect today as it had ever been. "You can't stay alone," she repeats, almost pleadingly, while never removing her eyes from his.

Alaric raises an eyebrow and looks at Estelle funny. "Oh......kay. The other you looked an' acted surprisingly similar. How'm I t' tell you from the doppelganger? At least, I assume that's what it is. What you might be?" he says questioningly, then shrugs.

"Well, assuming that you're you, since I'm a gullible sod, why would anyone wanna kill li'l old me? I'm no-one important....yet..... And I've hardly done more'n zap a few zombies an' gith. No one oughta have a grudge with me......well, nothin' bad enough t' kill me for, I mean I've wrecked a few things here an' there, appropriated a few art supplies here an' there, but...." he rambles out, eyes shifting to the side a bit as he mutters about his occasional mischief.

"Anyway, I'll be 'round here for a while, since I entered the debate that's comin' up soon here. Some of the others may be comin' in soon, too. So if ya wanna stick around...." he adds.

OOC: Knowledge (Nature) check of 16 regarding doppelgangers to base Alaric's guess on. Should be enough IIRC for a rough guess.
1d20+4=16

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle looks over her shoulder tentatively, "I dunno if I should." She produces a note from where Alaric cannot figure out and hands it to him, "Here, read this."

[sblock=Arkhandus and CM if he'd like]

Though I shan't bore you with the details, my business in the city may come under scrutiny by certain individuals. I will pay quite handsomely for evidence of their demise. They are members of an Adventurers' Guild group that journeyed to Silvergard. Their descriptions follow.

A Tureni man of stern countenance, most likely a ranger.

Another Tureni man, younger, usually accompanied by a hawk.

A centaur.

A mountain dwarf, though be cautious in dealing with this one as his brother is likely well known to you: Ironhands.

An Azgundi man of wizardly training, somewhat scruffy.

An elven woman, blond hair and blue eyes, likely to be accompanied by the Tureni ranger. Do not approach this one directly but instead report her where abouts to me. I will collect her personally.

[/sblock]

Estelle waits nervously while the wizard reads the note.

 

[Arkhandus]

"Well, the others are all together, so it's not likely anything bad will happen to 'em." Alaric says, after reading the note. He thinks for a second, then sits down, gets out his quill and inkpot, and makes a small mark in the corner of the note. Then he puts the ink and quill away, and returns the note to Estelle.

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle looks at Alaric quizzically as she puts the note away from whatever mysterious place it came from, "What -- was that?" She shakes her head dismissively, as if she didn't even want to know, "So the others are together, good, but that just means that you can't be left alone."

She sits down next to Alaric and leans against his arm, her small body using his as support. She seems to appreciate being near a friendly, familiar face again, even if that face didn't know if she was involved in the plot to ruin the world and murder every person that said face knew, or if she was the same innocent Estelle that left the group in Vedlund many months ago, still, it felt good. She sighed deeply, looking at the assembled mass gathering for apparently the debate.

Softly, with a light voice, "Alaric?" She didn't wait for his acknowledgment, "The orcs are mobilizing for war." She said this with such nonchalance that one might assume she was pointing out that there exist stars in the night's sky.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdum finds Estelle and Alaric as he wanders around waiting for the event to start. "So wha'sup with ye two ah? Ah' hope Ah' be not interruptin' somethin'." the dwarf winks. "Although William would be jealous ye know lass." he adds, still joking.