(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, what do your fortune tellers do? If they are like our Seers, then maybe they can read patterns in the Zivaash and discern shards of the past, secrets of the present, and whispers of the future. That's a really neat ability, I think!"

 

[Bront]

'Well, they look into the past or the future of those who come to see them. While the past is set, the future is usually uncertain, and often people don't like what the fortune teller sees. Some call them frauds because the teller's predictions didn't come true, but usually those are the same disbelievers who didn't like what they saw in themselves by where they were heading and changed something."

Vanitri shrugs "I was told I would have a great journy ahead of me where I would meet strange people and accomplish many things. I don't know about the journy of accomplishments, but I've certaintly met some strange people here at the inn."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Yes, guess I'm a pretty strange one, aren't I?"

"And as for the disbelievers who want to think that the future is set, they are simply wrong. I once knew of an old master Elocater who was able to replay multiple possible futures for herself over a short timespan and then pick the one she liked best."

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton smiles, "Oh, do you not remember me, Fimble? We shared some time on a caravan, I believe."

 

[Patlin]

*Lasair looks curiously at Ironwolf, wondering whether he had simply been so oblivious that he ignored her first three greetings to him when he sensed that they shared the ability to sense the Zivaash. Previously, she had been absolutely sure he had simply ignored her on purpose, but now, she was not so sure.*

ooc: Oops. Having trouble keeping up with all the posts, almost missed this one too! Not ignoring anyone on purpose.

In character: Over the general hubbub in the crowded Red Dragon Inn, Ironwolf asks "So what is this Zivaash you refer to? Perhaps I know it by a different name."

 

[Kahuna Burger]

The door to the inn opens and a young half elven woman enters. She is dressed in plain travelng clothes with her only ornamentation being a strange band around her neck. It is made of stone and seemingly seamless, but fits snug to her skin. The name "R. Terast" and a date some 5 years in the future is carved neatly into the front, and the etching filled with copper to make it more visable.
ooc: [sblock]those who can make a dc 12 knowlege geography or bardic knowlege check, or who hail from Earling, recognize the collar style, [sblock]It is a slave collar, indicating the woman's owner, and the date her service will be finished.[/sblock][/sblock]

When one of the servers indicates she should introduce herself, she blushes and says loudly, "Oh, I'm not here as an adventurer, I was sent to hire some folks for my master." She is then sent to the bar where she speaks briefly with Joe and hands over several gold coins out of a bag at her waist. She then addresses the bar as a whole.

"I have been sent by the honorable Master Terast to recruit the aid of a small group skilled in combat, investigation or preferably both. If any are interested, please come and speak to me and I will explain in greater detail." She sits down at an empty table and orders a meal and a glass of hard cider, paying for the first with another coin from the pouch, but the second with one drawn out of her vest pocket.

ooc: [sblock]this is the adventure "Murder is the Pits" which will take place in the gladiator pits of Earling. 3-4 players, some melee talent strongly prefered, no evil.[/sblock]

 

[Patlin]

Ironwolf Kinkaid, Human Psychic Warrior 1

"I was sent to hire some folks for my master."

Ironwolf's ears perk up, and he ask Lasair to excuse him. He walks over to the strangely collared woman.

"I'd be interested, and I'm sure many of these others would be as well."

ooc: As long as you don't exclude psionics, of course.

 

[two]

The door to the inn opens and a young half elven woman enters. She is dressed in plain travelng clothes with her only ornamentation being a strange band around her neck. It is made of stone and seemingly seamless, but fits snug to her skin. The name "R. Terast" and a date some 5 years in the future is carved neatly into the front, and the etching filled with copper to make it more visable.
ooc: [sblock]those who can make a dc 12 knowlege geography or bardic knowlege check, or who hail from Earling, recognize the collar style, [sblock]It is a slave collar, indicating the woman's owner, and the date her service will be finished.[/sblock][/sblock]

When one of the servers indicates she should introduce herself, she blushes and says loudly, "Oh, I'm not here as an adventurer, I was sent to hire some folks for my master." She is then sent to the bar where she speaks briefly with Joe and hands over several gold coins out of a bag at her waist. She then addresses the bar as a whole.

"I have been sent by the honorable Master Terast to recruit the aid of a small group skilled in combat, investigation or preferably both. If any are interested, please come and speak to me and I will explain in greater detail." She sits down at an empty table and orders a meal and a glass of hard cider, paying for the first with another coin from the pouch, but the second with one drawn out of her vest pocket.

ooc: [sblock]this is the adventure "Murder is the Pits" which will take place in the gladiator pits of Earling. 3-4 players, some melee talent strongly prefered, no evil.[/sblock]

Sunny Perriwinkle says:

"Hm... sounds very interesting... could put my sword here to good use! [motions at his bastard sword]

I'm your man! Well met! I'm Sunny... Sunny Perriwinkle.

I give you and Master Terast my best wishes."

[Sunny P strides forward and attempts to shake the hand of the half-elven woman, and sits down at her table.]

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Thinking about the bandits again, Lasair decides to go ask the Clan Wardens in the big barred house whether it was OK that she gave some of her money to a wizard who wanted a new friend, so she leaves the inn.*

*Shortly afterwards, a cold wind blows, as a strange human male who shares many of Lasair's features, including bright-red hair that is somewhat similar in hue to her red-gold, but manages to make them seem somehow wrong and unnatural walks slowly into the room. Anyone who gets too close feels a slight chill down the back of their spine, as he strides towards the half-elf woman and takes a seat next to her.*

"Those who guide me have made it known that I can find some of your gold in your employ. We have need of much of your gold...yes...much. We accept any offer of employ that you may have."

*As people look at his weak but rigid and enduring frame, possibly considering him to be unfit for this job, he adds:*

"Worry not for our ability to fight. For we may bind servants from beyond to do our bidding. Observe."

*He waves his hand a gooey white creature appears out of nowhere on top of the table and snarls, before vanishing at the snap of his fingers.*

"You see? The Zivaash is ours to command."

 

[two]

*Thinking about the bandits again, Lasair decides to go ask the Clan Wardens in the big barred house whether it was OK that she gave some of her money to a wizard who wanted a new friend, so she leaves the inn.*

*Shortly afterwards, a cold wind blows, as a strange human male who shares many of Lasair's features, including bright-red hair that is somewhat similar in hue to her red-gold, but manages to make them seem somehow wrong and unnatural walks slowly into the room. Anyone who gets too close feels a slight chill down the back of their spine, as he strides towards the half-elf woman and takes a seat next to her.*

"Those who guide me have made it known that I can find some of your gold in your employ. We have need of much of your gold...yes...much. We accept any offer of employ that you may have."

*As people look at his weak but rigid and enduring frame, possibly considering him to be unfit for this job, he adds:*

"Worry not for our ability to fight. For we may bind servants from beyond to do our bidding. Observe."

*He waves his hand a gooey white creature appears out of nowhere on top of the table and snarls, before vanishing at the snap of his fingers.*

"You see? The Zivaash is ours to command."

"Er, well met," says Sunny, who is sitting at the table along with the half-elf, "well met, I think. Are you related to she who left a little while ago, she who speaks very favorably of her sister's ample decollete?"