[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010

[stonegod]

"Tondrek, Rohna? I have something that may interest you."[/B]

Tondrek turns to the dwarf, his mess forgotten. He waves at the well dressed man. Interesting? Magicky? Tondrek likes magicky. Tondrek sure he told story about time he used a bag of flower to crash some bad koldabolds. Good story, with happy ending.

 

[Vertexx69]

The goliath's eyes had taken on silvery gray sheen and Mitra gotten up showing that her eye matched those of the shaman exactly. "Hmm the spirit realm is in turmoil. Something ancient is stirring..." When her name is mentioned in close proximity, she blinks and both her eyes and those of the spirit beside her snap back to normal. Ronha scoots forward with a comically raised eyebrow. "What did I miss?" She waves to Brews to add another flagon to be added to the table order. Her molten rock hound returns to its place under the table as well.
[sblock=OOC]Rohna's dragonmark is visible when she's not in her armor, cradled in cleavage.

I'm back in Wasihngton, so internet is a bit sketchy again. But I'll stay as current as I can.[/sblock]

 

[Neurotic]

Elemental that stood impassive except for short forray to protect 'Lady Mage' suddenly activates, taps Filo on the shoulder and proclaims: "Eberron is hurting. I am needed." and stomps out of the tavern.

 

[twilsemail]

“Adventure always finds me madam.” Pis says with a grin,“It is a gift I am glad to be born with. Interesting times are surely the best to live in, no?”

“Speaking of interesting… Were you not about to tell me of your daring deeds done in defense of your domain?”

 

[EvolutionKB]

"As I said," the dwarf says, "I'm from Morgrave University." He waits for a look of aknowledgement from the group before continuing. "You've probably already concluded the design is a creation schema of some sort, abeit partial. My most research indicates that the origin of this schema is from the Age of Demons. I think I know of a another piece of the schema, it's in Q'barra."

Boris pauses to collect his breath, he seems quite excited. "The lot of you defeated a dragon in the depths of the sewers and found the first portion. Would you be interested in retrieving the second for me? Q'barra is a quite a ways away. An airship will be required, and has already been payed for, so expense is required on that front."

 

[renau1g]

Thalen had been quietly tracing a whorl that is visible on the wooden table they are sitting at, she had figured this dwarf as a typical sycophantic individual, come to praise the Lyrandar as they always did, perhaps even asking for a grant for his studies or some such nonsense.

Most of the discussion went over her head, not that she tried too hard to sort out his excited speech, but when he mentions an airship, Thalen's sky-blue eyes sparkle with interest as she looks up to Shava.

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

Shava smiles at Thalen's look. I knew killing the dragon would bring a good reputation for us. She turns slowly back to the dwarf wanting to make it look like she was interested in the job more than the ship.

"I certainly think you have our attention good sir. But while some of our party are content with scholarly pursuits." She indicates herself and Tondrek. "Other key members are less so. I assume a Morgrave Expedition contract for Retrieval with fairly standard fees. . .

 

[stonegod]

Tondrek absently begins making complicated whorls with his left hand while the dwarf speaks. He also mutters under his breath random facts about Q'Barra and airships. None of this keeps him from eating more hot peppers. He does not acknowledge nor complain about Shava's comments of his character.

 

[LadyLaw]

Talkrai lifted her head, feeling that she wasn't going to sort this out any better at the moment. She would have to file it all away to contemplate later, perhaps before bed.

"Not 'madam' please. I'm too young to be a 'madam.' Just Talkrai is fine. I'm just me. As for tales, I told you I've done no daring deeds." She let out a deep sigh before continuing.

"I did no fighting until after the war, being too young to do any while it was going on. I was just a healer then. I started with animals when I was very young and moved on to people as soon as I thought I could.

Honestly, despite my training I think they would have still been telling me I was too young to fight the battles against monsters and such after the war if my parents were still alive. Being telepathic can give you such interesting insights and advantages in battle. I was always surprised they were killed like they were. Both in the same fight, with no record of serious injury before that. It's easier when you know for sure the enemy is feinting, you know.

Anyway, they needed my mental skills on the field after that, and it was still a while before they gave in and let me out there. I was 14 summers when I started small skirmishes and after two years now it still frightens me a little. I hate to see people hurting. Knowing I was out there seemed to help them along though. They felt better knowing I could give warning of danger before it was in sight. An ambush is much less successful if you know it's coming, and I very often heard them coming. If people don't guard their thoughts, so many things just slip right through.

And when the battles were over, I was still there tending the wounds I couldn't prevent on the field. That's the one thing I like about being out there. I can do a bit of field medicing, and if I concentrate hard enough, I can stop some bad injuries before they get out of hand. I've saved a life or two that way that would have been lost otherwise.

The Dragonwood is beautiful place, and we need the forests and wildlife. Someone had to protect it, and needs to still. Left unchecked, the war would have decimated it all, and then where would we be? Eberron herself would rise up against us then, and no one wants that. I'm sure we didn't make any friends though, fighting all sides just to keep everyone as out as we possibly could."

 

[twilsemail]

He spends the tale trying to gauge her thoughts on her own deeds. Is she proud of herself, or regretful. Where does she sit with her own deeds?

[sblock=ooc] If that calls for a die roll… I’m on a phone at the moment. I can roll it when I get to the house later tonight if need be.[/sblock]

“So there you were, surrounded on all sides by those who would plunder your beautiful home. You, hardly a woman at the time, took up a blade to defend your home and to save the lives of those closest to you. You are trying to tell me that this lacks daring? Talkrai,”He finds himself incapable of suppressing his mirth. He’s also not really trying all that hard, truth be told.“I believe you are trying to yank my leg, no?”

“These are certainly the deeds can birth heroes. You, my friend, deserve to be toasted.”He lifts his mug and calls loudly,“To Talkrai, a savior of the Dragonwood.”After anyone willing joins the toast he takes a long pull from his mug. If Talkrai isn’t joining in, he’ll pause and look half expectantly and half hurt at her.