Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

[GwydapLlew]

Del (Mordin the Dwarf)

((OOC - Why did we have to choose identical speech text colors? ))

"Aye, that would be a tale, that do be no mistake," the rotund dwarf agrees affably, glad that there was no ruckus to be started. Not that he was capable of starting a ruckus. Or really even participating in one.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Actually, you're medium-turquoise and Sinope is cyan There's also teal, sky-blue, and lightblue )

 

[Bront]

The elf laughs hard at the last remark.
"A colourfull way of putting it, but true nonetheless. I am know as Latharion swiftblade by my friends, and as 'Did you hear something? Strange, I could have swo-uaghk' by my enemies."

"That is a long title Latharion 'Did you hear something? Strange, I could have swo-uaghk'," Arvan says, in his odd accent. "Even rarer to bear a title given to one by an enemy. I am Arvan the Chosen, and some day, I hope to earn a title as honorable as yours."

 

[DrZombie]

"May your ancestors guide your path, Arvan the Chosen, and let your name be spoken of in awe a for a hundred generations." the elf says formally.
"But if you wish for our tales to come together you must realise half my words are in jest."
He flashes a big grin from behind his cup. "But which half, now that's sometimes hard to find out."

 

[Patlin]

Rio relaxes a bit, not sensing any being of true wickedness in the room. While he realizes this is no guarantee of safety or lack of ill will, the lack of anyone truly depraved is something.

"Anyone hear tell of any mission with which I might 'broaden my experiences?'" The Aundarian asks. "Anything involving travel, helping others, or even earning the funds to keep travelling would do. Perhaps some refugees in need of help... I am given to understand many former Cyrans live in Sharn."

ooc: Unless I missed something, no one here should register on detect evil... let me know if I am wrong, and I will edit this post.

 

[Bront]

"May your ancestors guide your path, Arvan the Chosen, and let your name be spoken of in awe a for a hundred generations." the elf says formally.
"But if you wish for our tales to come together you must realise half my words are in jest."
He flashes a big grin from behind his cup. "But which half, now that's sometimes hard to find out."

"So, you're saying your name isn't Latharion?" Arvan says with a smirk.

"But indeed, my ancestors influence my path far more than most."

 

[GwydapLlew]

Geraal Wistroan

A young human lad - no more than 15 years of age - slips nervously through the door of the tavern. He is dressed in the dark scholar's robes of a student at Morgrave University, and his brown eyes dart around the room.

He attempts to steel himself, and marches over to Brews and engages in a brief, quiet conversation before pulling out a scrollcase and unrolling a piece of parchment. The young student looks around and then takes a proffered hammer and nail from the warforged bartender, and begins to tap the parchment onto the wall nearest the bar, one covered with broadsheets and bits of parchment.

[sblock=For those who frequent Morgrave University]The young lad is a student at the University, one by the name of Geraal Wistroan. He's a bright lad, and pays for his room and board by running errands for the faculty of Morgrave.[/sblock]

[sblock=Parchment Notice]
Know that any of stout heart and willing to aid the prestigious Morgrave University may find employment by contacting Altamaic the Younger during the lunchtime hours at the University.

Compensation of 500 gold coins will be rewarded to those able to assist the proctors of the University in discreetly returning missing property.

--Altamaic the Younger, Proctor of Thaumaturgical History
[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Sinope excuses herself upstairs to catch a brief catnap before the dinnertime rush, when surely her songs and stories shall be a warm welcome.*

*Some time later, the front door opens again, revealing a human woman in flowing scholar's robes not unlike those of the young student.*

"Ah, looks like my lucky day," she says simply with a smile, before heading over to look at the note.

*When Brews makes a throat-clearing sound, strange for a Warforged, admittedly, and points at the sign, she blushes.*

"Oh!" she exclaims, though not loudly, a bit flustered, "Yes, yes. Quite right. Very sorry sir! My name is Alysina. I'm a scholar and student of magic and mysteries, at least the simple kind...and maybe some day, I'll even become an honest-and-true Master Investigative like my mother!"

*Finished presenting herself, she turns back to the note.*

"Hmm...the mystery of the missing property? Well, I've heard of more exciting starts, but doubtless the mystery will lead to the depths of treachery and dark intrigue," she speaks quietly, mostly to herself.

"I'll take the case!" she says, a bit louder than before.

 

[stonegod]

Weapon looks at the young master with his usual blank stare and then waits for him to leave. He then takes a glance at the sheet a moment and rejoins Kharas. "A lost property job. For the University. May help with your research, but its up to you."

 

[GwydapLlew]

Geraal Wistroan

"Hmm...the mystery of the missing property? Well, I've heard of more exciting starts, but doubtless the mystery will lead to the depths of treachery and dark intrigue," she speaks quietly, mostly to herself.

"I'll take the case!" she says, a bit louder than before.

The young student barely stops himself from jumping out of his skin - and starting scurrilous rumors of Karrnathi influence at Morgrave - as the rather breathless woman addresses him.

He let out a soft squeak and looks at her, the whites of his eyes showing. It's obvious he's out of his element.

"Ahhh....ummm.. Yes ma'am. The Proctor is looking for ..." he gulps once, blushes, and then continues. "He is looking for anyone willing to work for coin. I...I think he was looking for a couple of people - there was something about 'skulls to be cracked' - but he'll be taking applicants during his lunchtime tea."