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The Ancient Paths - Path I
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~ Nae'talis ~
Both Hrolf and Hildor can see as the wizard leaves the inn, his meal half-eaten, to follow an unknown halfling.
Nae'talis follows Wizzop down the main street running through Silverdown all the way to the Surreal Harpist. When he enters, the place seems much different than when he last did to acquire the items needed to summon his familiar. Shelves holding different sized jars and bottles line the wall to the wizard's left, the right wall is decorated with multi-colored tapestries that the elven owner must've placed there more to cover the cracked mortar behind them than to match the furnishings.
There is a small sitting area in the center of the room where a familiar Justiciar, Harad, sits reading a book on crafting. Wizzop can be heard shuffling around behind the counter in the back corner of the room.
"Just a minute, Nae'talis. Just a minute," the tiny high-pitched voice comes from somewhere near the ground. "Harad, did you move my lenses? I can't seem to find them anywhere. I remember specifically placing them next to my emerald collection, and now they've...oh, here they are!"
Harad looks over his book at Nae'talis briefly, but long enough for the two to silently greet each other. Wizzop comes from behind the counter with an appraiser's lens in his eye and the diamond held in front of it.
"I've been meaning to find a diamond like this, to try my hand at gem-cutting. I can't say I have much experience, but I've been reading a lot about it and with the proper tools - which I have plenty of, thanks to Lady Syrriel - it should be a piece of..." Wizzop trails off while he's examining the jewel.
[sblock]690 gold total for all six gems
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Both Hrolf and Hildor can see as the wizard leaves the inn, his meal half-eaten, to follow an unknown halfling.
Nae'talis follows Wizzop down the main street running through Silverdown all the way to the Surreal Harpist. When he enters, the place seems much different than when he last did to acquire the items needed to summon his familiar. Shelves holding different sized jars and bottles line the wall to the wizard's left, the right wall is decorated with multi-colored tapestries that the elven owner must've placed there more to cover the cracked mortar behind them than to match the furnishings.
There is a small sitting area in the center of the room where a familiar Justiciar, Harad, sits reading a book on crafting. Wizzop can be heard shuffling around behind the counter in the back corner of the room.
"Just a minute, Nae'talis. Just a minute," the tiny high-pitched voice comes from somewhere near the ground. "Harad, did you move my lenses? I can't seem to find them anywhere. I remember specifically placing them next to my emerald collection, and now they've...oh, here they are!"
Harad looks over his book at Nae'talis briefly, but long enough for the two to silently greet each other. Wizzop comes from behind the counter with an appraiser's lens in his eye and the diamond held in front of it.
"I've been meaning to find a diamond like this, to try my hand at gem-cutting. I can't say I have much experience, but I've been reading a lot about it and with the proper tools - which I have plenty of, thanks to Lady Syrriel - it should be a piece of..." Wizzop trails off while he's examining the jewel.
[sblock]690 gold total for all six gems
[/sblock]He could not speak, but instead looked directly at Hrolf, then back at his plate. Aware of the polite attempt at conversation, he felt sorry he could not respond and that he had caused any trouble, but any word he could utter would only cause more trouble.
After a short pause, Hildor went to continue eating, but realized he had finished, so he stood, and did the only thing he could think of. He offered his hand to the Tyrran. If Hrolf was sincere he'd might formally forgive Hildor, or at least let it pass. There was nothing more he could say, save to identify Radcliff.
After a short pause, Hildor went to continue eating, but realized he had finished, so he stood, and did the only thing he could think of. He offered his hand to the Tyrran. If Hrolf was sincere he'd might formally forgive Hildor, or at least let it pass. There was nothing more he could say, save to identify Radcliff.
Dhes
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Hrolf look quizzically at the proffered hands. Getting to his feet himself, the cleric looks into the elf’s eyes with distain, “I don’t know what games your playing at ELF, you head is still on the chopping block.” Ignoring the hand Hrolf sits back down. rubbing his forehead, ”Why is it that whenever I want to help you in some way, you turn around and dig your own gave.” taking up his mug of milk, ”Site back down Hildor, a handshake wont solve you problems. If you want to break free, you need to start trusting people. I don’t know who holds your loyalty, but at the moment that loyalty isn’t helping you much.”
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Loyalty? Meh. Loyalty is what got him where stood. Loyalty to Ayron, loyalty to his mother, loyalty to Radcliff and Mars, loyalty to the Tyrrans. And every one had led to a situation where Hildor had chosen betrayal with a clear conscience. Almost every one.
Any sorrow he had felt had quickly subsided.
If Hrolf wanted his trust it would need to be earned. At the moment, Hrolf had the advantage of kinship with the townsfolk, and instead of befriending Hildor he acted like he had some sort of authority. All the Tyrrans really had was a threat, and at the moment, Hrolf was just another Tyrran.
But it was the Tyrrans he was trying to escape, so he sat back down in the chair, silently, indignantly. He would not utter another word for them to twist or misinterpret, choosing instead to sit quietly contemplating the rememants of food left on his empty plate.
How can I explain silence. he began to think.
Any sorrow he had felt had quickly subsided.
If Hrolf wanted his trust it would need to be earned. At the moment, Hrolf had the advantage of kinship with the townsfolk, and instead of befriending Hildor he acted like he had some sort of authority. All the Tyrrans really had was a threat, and at the moment, Hrolf was just another Tyrran.
But it was the Tyrrans he was trying to escape, so he sat back down in the chair, silently, indignantly. He would not utter another word for them to twist or misinterpret, choosing instead to sit quietly contemplating the rememants of food left on his empty plate.
How can I explain silence. he began to think.
hippocrachus
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~ Nae'talis ~
Nae'talis turns to the door from his exchange with Wizzop, who is still going on about returning for all the wizard's gem needs, to find a familiar blue and yellow silhouette, outlined by the light coming in through the open door, tapping its foot testily. Two teal eyes glare at the wizard between wisps of blond hair.
Somewhere in between Wizzop's ramblings, Harad coughs politely from behind his book.
"I was told to expect you and Hildor under the custody of Hrolf. Why should I not count you an outlaw and have..."
"I believe Hrolf sent him here early to do business with Wizzop," Harad comes to the defense of the Thayan. Harad above any others in Silverdown knows how much Syrriel despises Nae'talis; if not why. She focuses her malice on the Justiciar long enough for him to pretend to be embarrassed.
"Who's Hrolf?" Wizzop asks from behind the counter. Harad rolls his eyes in exasperation.
Nae'talis turns to the door from his exchange with Wizzop, who is still going on about returning for all the wizard's gem needs, to find a familiar blue and yellow silhouette, outlined by the light coming in through the open door, tapping its foot testily. Two teal eyes glare at the wizard between wisps of blond hair.
Somewhere in between Wizzop's ramblings, Harad coughs politely from behind his book.
"I was told to expect you and Hildor under the custody of Hrolf. Why should I not count you an outlaw and have..."
"I believe Hrolf sent him here early to do business with Wizzop," Harad comes to the defense of the Thayan. Harad above any others in Silverdown knows how much Syrriel despises Nae'talis; if not why. She focuses her malice on the Justiciar long enough for him to pretend to be embarrassed.
"Who's Hrolf?" Wizzop asks from behind the counter. Harad rolls his eyes in exasperation.
hippocrachus
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~ Nae'talis ~
Syrriel matches the wizard's questioning look with one of her own, as if she didn't know what the Thayan had in mind. Her frustration gets the better of her and she storms past him in a tizzy.
"Sit down, Nae'talis," is all she awards the wizard before she disappears through the door behind the counter. Harad at least offers Nae'talis a welcoming smile as if the wizard just dropped by for a visit.
"Father Braggi asked that Lady Syrriel oversee your trial, but she has passed the honor down to me. She understands her biases and doesn't feel that she could do it justice..."
"She told me she didn't want anything to do with it. She said it was all just a charade to clear the conscience of 'that big blue oaf' and his..." Harad continues over top of the halfling's spot-on impression of the Harper bard.
"I hope you can respect her decision? I can't say I know either you or Hildor very well, but I believe you are both lawful men." Even though the Justiciar practically spelled out his judgment, he doesn't seem to have any intention of canceling the trial.
Syrriel matches the wizard's questioning look with one of her own, as if she didn't know what the Thayan had in mind. Her frustration gets the better of her and she storms past him in a tizzy.
"Sit down, Nae'talis," is all she awards the wizard before she disappears through the door behind the counter. Harad at least offers Nae'talis a welcoming smile as if the wizard just dropped by for a visit.
"Father Braggi asked that Lady Syrriel oversee your trial, but she has passed the honor down to me. She understands her biases and doesn't feel that she could do it justice..."
"She told me she didn't want anything to do with it. She said it was all just a charade to clear the conscience of 'that big blue oaf' and his..." Harad continues over top of the halfling's spot-on impression of the Harper bard.
"I hope you can respect her decision? I can't say I know either you or Hildor very well, but I believe you are both lawful men." Even though the Justiciar practically spelled out his judgment, he doesn't seem to have any intention of canceling the trial.
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