Smashed World, Part II

[Jarval]

"I don't know. Maybe it's lunchtime?" Lorcan replies to Durban, looking around at the slowly emptying streets. "That or people are finding places to stay. Let's get back to the Coin's Edge, get some food, check the barkeep hasn't let our rooms to someone else, and meet up again with Father Dillian. And I'll buy you lunch."

The ranger continues on his way towards the tavern, observing the other people in the streets with interest. "So, how did you know Xan Yae had chosen you? A dream, a vision? Has She revealed any more of the destiny she plans for you?" He turns his attention back to Durban as he listens to the monk's answer.

 

[Zhure]

Durban

"Xan Yae has not graced me with her presence lately," Durban says sadly. "Perhaps I have failed her."

 

[Dalamar]

Durban, Lorcan
The two men walk at the streets, passing people every now and then. Quite a few shops are closing their doors even though the sun isn't even close to setting. Maybe they ran out of merchandise already?
Lorcan's observations reveal him that most of the people still on the streets are elven. The least presented at the moment seem to be the humans, which is out of the ordinary as humans are still the most numerous race.

The monk and ranger arrive at the inn shortly, discovering that not much seems to have changed since they left. A dwarf is lying on the floor, surrounded by shards of wood apparently from a chair.

Horros
As Horros picks up the dagger, he feels tingling at the parts of his hands that touch it.
The dagger has a little above standard lenght blade. The steel blade is adorned with engravings that have been filled with some odd red metal.

"If I were you, I wouldn't take it too far away from the stand." Horros hears the same voice from behind him. As he turns to look, he is greeted with a sight of a human woman probably in her early 40s. It is easy to tell from her look that she has been working at the forge from very early age.
Behind the black stains adorning her face she has a friendly-looking smile framed by auburn hair tied on a ponytail.

Haplo
Haplo starts walking along the tunnel, following at the old man's heels. They came across a few crossroads and turns, confusing the druid, who is more used to outdoors, of the direction they are going. After what seems to be few minutes, the two arrive to a wooden door.
"Open it."

 

[Jarval]

Re: Durban

"Xan Yae has not graced me with her presence lately," Durban says sadly. "Perhaps I have failed her."

"I'm sure you haven't." Lorcan reassures Durban. "You've followed Her will this far, she will show you your path forwards from here."

"Looks like we missed all the excitement." He adds as he steps over the unconscious dwarf. He knocks loudly on the bar, trying to get the barkeep's attention.

 

[Zack2216]

If I see a handle or knob, I reach for it to turn it.

"May I ask where we are going?"

 

[Zhure]

Durban

"I don't know if a bar fight qualifies as excitement. But I understand what you mean, Lorcan."

 

[Howling Coyote]

"Nice work, are you an enchantress as well, or does someone else do it for you?"

 

[Jarval]

"Bar fights can get exciting, if you don't judge the odds well." Lorcan grins widely. "I've gathered a few scars from them in my time. But they're good fun, for the most part."

He glances over at the prone dwarf. "Wonder how much longer that lad's going to be out for the count?"

 

[Dalamar]

Durban, Lorcan
A few moments after Lorcan's nock, a young human girl comes from the kitchen. Judging from her appearance, she's probably the chef's assistant.
"The mistress is busy at the moment, how may I help you?"

Horros
"I don't do magic, I just have an item that places wards."
She extends her hand to after wiping it with a cloth.
"I'm Samantha, who might you be?"

Haplo
Finding no handles, knobs or anything that would go for one, Haplo ends up pushing the door open. It moves easily on well greased hinges.
As he is starting his question, he sees what is behind the door. Little humans, the tallests of them barely reaching his navel. By a quick count, there seems to be at least a hundred of them. leading their life in a chamber underneath the Coast.

 

[Howling Coyote]

Horros shakes her hand, "I'm called Horros."
Lifting the blade slightly, "If this is your regular work, you must be pretty famous around here. This looks fine and probably costly."