The Ancient Paths - Path I
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Dhes
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Giving a bow to the woman, ”Justice, I was wondering if you could tell us where we could find accommodations. We will be heading back to the caves to try and find a fallen companion but we will be needing some room where we may store our belongings.”
[sblock]What did we get??[/sblock]
[sblock]What did we get??[/sblock]
hippocrachus
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[sblock]1000 gold[/sblock]
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~ Hrolf & Nae'talis ~
The woman shows the two to separate rooms and leaves them to it.
"Do yourself a favor and tidy up the place," she says, refering to the char dust and furniture placed wherever it would fit.
~ Dowkan ~
Dowkan spends the rest of the day helping the clergy of Tyr and is given a potion of Cure Light Wounds for his efforts.
~ Hildor ~
Mars doesn't have anything else to say to the hired rogue.
The woman shows the two to separate rooms and leaves them to it.
"Do yourself a favor and tidy up the place," she says, refering to the char dust and furniture placed wherever it would fit.
~ Dowkan ~
Dowkan spends the rest of the day helping the clergy of Tyr and is given a potion of Cure Light Wounds for his efforts.
~ Hildor ~
Mars doesn't have anything else to say to the hired rogue.
Majin
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Nae'talis sighed as he looked up the ruins of his "suite". He turned dismissively and went to seek out Syrriel once more.
[sblock]Since we have some time, my intent is to take a portion of my share of the reward and purchase the necessary supplies to summon a familiar. As we've worked out behind the scenes that Syrriel will have these supplies on hand somewhere, Nae'talis will be bugging her some more it seems.
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[sblock]Since we have some time, my intent is to take a portion of my share of the reward and purchase the necessary supplies to summon a familiar. As we've worked out behind the scenes that Syrriel will have these supplies on hand somewhere, Nae'talis will be bugging her some more it seems.
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~ Nae'talis ~
Nae'talis finds Syrriel talking heatedly with Harad in the room he slept in the night before. There is now a display counter in a corner of the small room with the items Hrolf left for the elven bard to identify. Syrriel doesn't seem pleased that Nae'talis has interrupted their argument, but Harad's face is stamped with poorly concealed gratitude.
"I will retrieve the items you require from the Temple, Lady Syrriel," he says to her meekly, bowing to avoid her entrapping gaze. He brushes past Nae'talis and mumbles something about that big stick he's carrying coming in handy.
"I have not found the time to identify your trinkets yet, Thayan," she says coldly. "I will send a runner to find you when I have."
Nae'talis finds Syrriel talking heatedly with Harad in the room he slept in the night before. There is now a display counter in a corner of the small room with the items Hrolf left for the elven bard to identify. Syrriel doesn't seem pleased that Nae'talis has interrupted their argument, but Harad's face is stamped with poorly concealed gratitude.
"I will retrieve the items you require from the Temple, Lady Syrriel," he says to her meekly, bowing to avoid her entrapping gaze. He brushes past Nae'talis and mumbles something about that big stick he's carrying coming in handy.
"I have not found the time to identify your trinkets yet, Thayan," she says coldly. "I will send a runner to find you when I have."
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~ Nae'talis ~
"To summon a familiar," she repeats dryly. "Have you ever summoned a familiar, Thayan? I hope you don't mean to take care of it as well as you did your slave."
She turns from Nae'talis and the room and disappears into a door in the back behind the counter. A few minutes go by and Harad returns with an ornate bag he holds carefully out in front of him.
"She is inside, yes?" he places the bag on the counter and knocks on the door behind it.
"Patience! I haven't forgotten your bloody familiar!" Syrriel's voice pierces through the wood. Harad turns from the door and grins widely at Nae'talis. The Justiciar and wizard stare at each other for a few more minutes before Syrriel finally comes out of what must be her bedroom holding several mismatched items Nae'talis can guess are spell components. She glances at Harad, places the things on the counter beside the bag, and opens the expertly stitched sack to dig around inside. She pulls out a long black bird feather and gives it and Nae'talis a significant stare.
"You don't choose the familiar, Thayan. It chooses you." She seems to pause for effect. "These things are hard to come by out here in the wild Marches. You'll also need a small drop of your life's essence - but you already knew that, didn't you. It will cost you a hundred and three gold. Poor Harad here had to walk a great distance in a short time to retrieve that bag; I'd like to buy him dinner for his troubles."
Harad raises a finger and begins to say something in protest but is cut off smartly by a haughty glare from the beautiful elf. He coughs politely instead.
"To summon a familiar," she repeats dryly. "Have you ever summoned a familiar, Thayan? I hope you don't mean to take care of it as well as you did your slave."
She turns from Nae'talis and the room and disappears into a door in the back behind the counter. A few minutes go by and Harad returns with an ornate bag he holds carefully out in front of him.
"She is inside, yes?" he places the bag on the counter and knocks on the door behind it.
"Patience! I haven't forgotten your bloody familiar!" Syrriel's voice pierces through the wood. Harad turns from the door and grins widely at Nae'talis. The Justiciar and wizard stare at each other for a few more minutes before Syrriel finally comes out of what must be her bedroom holding several mismatched items Nae'talis can guess are spell components. She glances at Harad, places the things on the counter beside the bag, and opens the expertly stitched sack to dig around inside. She pulls out a long black bird feather and gives it and Nae'talis a significant stare.
"You don't choose the familiar, Thayan. It chooses you." She seems to pause for effect. "These things are hard to come by out here in the wild Marches. You'll also need a small drop of your life's essence - but you already knew that, didn't you. It will cost you a hundred and three gold. Poor Harad here had to walk a great distance in a short time to retrieve that bag; I'd like to buy him dinner for his troubles."
Harad raises a finger and begins to say something in protest but is cut off smartly by a haughty glare from the beautiful elf. He coughs politely instead.
It was almost peaceful. Nobody was bothering with Hildor, and it suited him just fine. For an hour or so he wandered surveying the reconstruction of the town, and practicing darts against some of the ruins. After another half hour in which got himself a quick bite to eat, he decided he may as well help with the reconstruction somehow, and wandered toward the new temple to see where they might want him.
He couldn't just stroll into the temple, so he met the first Tyrran he saw.
"I'd like to help now if I can," he asked in a bored and somewhat monotone voice.
He couldn't just stroll into the temple, so he met the first Tyrran he saw.
"I'd like to help now if I can," he asked in a bored and somewhat monotone voice.
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