(RP) Dangerous Legacy

[Knight Otu]

Sel'Tarien tries to stay away from the side of the ship where Rox'Voroth's island is visible. His thoughts are clouded enough with the dragon and the fate of Thel'Lorean and the elven heroes that died to the monster.

When the ship finally reaches Enberton, he lets the city impress itself on him for a few moments, and a rare smile appears on his face. They had made it to Enberton. A jewel, more so after the impression Neefe had left.

"Rak is right. It is of great importance to reach the king as swiftly as possible."

 

[taitzu52]

'Detta:
[sblock]Just to get a feel for things, did my Detect Evil have any hugely ill effects when we sailed past the tower? It'll help my write some nice fruity ass responses here.[/sblock]

 

[Bobitron]

Kale spits into the water as they pass the tower of Rox'Voroth with a scowl on his face, but says nothing. Once they reach the shores of Enberton, he seems strangely unimpressed considering his roots.

“Looks like a giant eff weddin’ cake.” Krueger grunts and starts stomping down the dock toward the city.

He guffaws at the dwarf's comment softly, nodding at the warrior's opinion. "Aye, Krueger, not the sort of beauty I'd like in front of my eyes each morn."

Standing back as the group discusses the direction they should take, Kale ignores the cosmopolitan people who stare wide-eyed at his uncouth appearance with practiced ease. Sel'Tarien, Liam, and Rak make a quick decision and he follows them as they head to the palace. Lingering to match Sonrick's pace, he speaks to the holy paladin. "I saw your face when we passed the black tower of Rox'Voroth, but yer thoughts were cloudy as the sky over my homeland during a mountain thunderstorm."

 

[Tor L'Tha]

Liam nods at Rak's words and watches with some small amusement as the sorcerer looks for directions. He chuckles a bit to himself and then taps Rak of the shoulder.

"I used to live here. . . it's this way."

"Are you?" "you should tell me more about this great city" "Where is you family house?"

"Rak is right. It is of great importance to reach the king as swiftly as possible."

"Sel'tarien" "Liam here knows the City well" "Let's follow him"

He looks back as the group starts to go in his and Liam's direction, he looks forward "Guide us Liam"

 

[hafrogman]

Liam gets a slightly strange look in his eyes at Rak's question but then shakes his head.

"My family's home is all the way back in Tev'El Rhoe, or near there anyways, but I don't. . . I haven't seen them in a long time. No, I apprenticed here. I do not know as much as someone who lived their whole life here, but I know enough to find the palace."

Liam sets off at a brisk pace towards the palace, looking back every so often to check that he hasn't lost his companions.



[ooc - I presume it's reasonable to assume he knows the way. If not, I'm going to look like a giant idiot =) ]

 

[Tor L'Tha]

"My family's home is all the way back in Tev'El Rhoe, or near there anyways[/COLOR]

"Ha ha ha" Rak laughs good as he realizes his error "I thought there for a second you had a secret life i did not know of old friend" "yea i remember you telling back home that your where to sett of to study" "must have been same time as i went to Jaren Telion my magic master"..."feels like ages ago

ooc: lets hope vendetta have you in grace

 

[Vendetta]

Sonrik: [sblock]You sense a great deal of evil emenating from the tower, more than you have ever felt in your life[/sblock]

Liam guides the group through the bustling city. All but the humans are amazed at the market of the huge human town. A cart stands selling tomatoes, enough to feed any town Sel'Tarien had ever seen in his homeland of Thel'Luthia, and next to it a cart selling cabbage with just as much food. For elves and dwarves, the idea of growing a crop of tomatoes and trading for cabbage is absurd... why not just grow tomatoes and cabbages?

Everywhere the company turns is a row of venders and shops. Even those humans who have grown up all their lives in a bustling human city would think that there is nothing that could not be bought here in Enberton. It doesn't take long before the winding city streets and the clever navigation of Liam, brings the crew to the foot of the Sky Bridge.

Hundreds of people are going about their business, just as down on the street. Each side of the bridge is lined with shops and stores and one might not even realize that they were actually on the Sky Bridge unless they looked over the roofs where, instead of seeing the city sprawled out before them, you see the giant Lake Enber to the south and a beutiful forest to the north with a lovely glistening blue river winding away into the trees.

Liam points out that they are on the bridge and the dwarf nearly faints. "Cripes!" He groans, teetering on his heels. "Is et safe?" Liam laughs and replies that the bridge is thrice older than the great Elf Kendrian, who had recently celebrated his 800th birthday... just before the dragon had claimed him...

 

[taitzu52]

Meanwhile....

As the ship passes the dreaded tower of Rox'Voroth, Sonrik becomes visibly agitated. He breaks away from the conversation and stands on the deck, defiantly trying to face this silent menace, even as it's very presence tries to pry into his mind and rend his very spirit. Sonrik winces as if in pain, as he hears voices in his head, fell cries and dark tongues. He averts his eyes, shielding himself from the horror of this anathema, this defiance to all that is holy and right. Soon, the ship passes, leaving the young Sonrik breathless and weary. He walks away like a prisoner from his torture chamber, even the beauty of the city of Enberton would not lift Sonriks spirits for some time.

Lingering to match Sonrik's pace, he speaks to the holy paladin. "I saw your face when we passed the black tower of Rox'Voroth, but yer thoughts were cloudy as the sky over my homeland during a mountain thunderstorm."

"I would loathe to speak that name loudly so close to his former den, friend Kale." replies Sonrik, somewhat withdrawn and short of breath, "The Twins have granted me the gift to see things as they truly are, to see where they stand in the scheme of creation, and of their right place in the world." He hangs his head, as if experiencing some great loss, "And at times, that gift of vision is too great to bear. Especially when there is something that is so.....crooked and vile." He looks up again and sees the gleaming city before him. "I find it hard to believe that such a city can thrive this close to a shadow so dark."

As they exit the ship, and follow Liam through the city, Sonrik is amazed at the sheer scale of the metropolis. Amazed at his friend's before unknown history, he asks, "Liam, is it market day, or is it always this crowded?" quite ignorant of the differences betweens cities and village's workings. "So you don't have to lead me later," he asks, "where is the Temple district, or is it all spread out?" Sonrik, of course, would like to see what he imagines must be the largest shrines to The Twins in all of Ember. And he is long overdue to inscribe the name of his parted master within their Book of Souls. Or he thinks that it works something like that.

 

[Ferrix]

Throughout the trip the new halfling makes quite the rampant time talking his head off about this, that and the other shiny thing (often including peoples items, the ship, the birds, whatever strikes his fancy). Yet when the dark tower comes into view, his eterna-smile drops for a moment, but is then returned with words coming out "So that's the place huh? What do you think it's like over there? I'm sure there's quite a bit of interesting things to see, maybe when we're done with business we can take a ferry, or a boat, although I don't imagine anyone who would actually bring us there, or why I'd want to go there. Unless there were things to see of course..." he trails off mumbling about treasures and things.

As they get closer to the city you see him bouncing from one side of the ship to the other, trying to take as much of it in as halflingly possible, all at once and from all angles. "Markets! Lots of them! Can we go shopping?" he asks to everyone and noone in particular. Once they are on the ground and meandering through the crowds, the nimble halfling goes from yelling "Out of the way! Out of the way!" to being relatively quiet and making a game of dodging from vendor to vendor and appraising the wares. When you get to the skybridge, his enthusiasm doubles in this effort.

 

[Vendetta]

((Great posts, gentlemen. I'm reluctant to move on without hearing from others, but I'll give it another day or so then move it forward))