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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 2408332" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>EBERRON</p><p>07/09/05</p><p>SEGMENT 089</p><p>“Misdirection”</p><p></p><p>The damaged airship reached Varna. When asked what had happened, Keltis was careful not to direct any more attention onto them then there already be. The damage was not structural. They needed blanks for the deck but the explosions were contained well enough with the protective magics used just in case.</p><p></p><p>Keltis goes to three warriors and asks them to seek information on the Cannith ship. He wants to know if it crashed, where and if any one survived. The three warriors each go their own way.</p><p></p><p>Keltis then looks around him. Varna is by no means a city. It is made up of hundreds of thatch roof 2-3 story buildings. The stone structure their ship is anchored to is the tallest here. It is a mere 4 stories high. </p><p></p><p>“Eldeen is so primitive and simple” snarls Keltis in irritation.</p><p> </p><p>“It holds her secrets well.” Purrs Karrion Kold. The pale skinned necromancer walks up and places her arms around Keltis’ shoulders and neck. “But we excel in finding and revealing secrets don’t we lover.”</p><p></p><p>“Hurm…yes. Yes we do.” Keltis turns and holds her. The activities around them matter little at the moment.</p><p></p><p>= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =</p><p></p><p>Benlake wanders into a tavern. The Emerald Claw warrior wanted an excuse for a drink anyway. He sits down and waves over the bar tender. “Ale.” He gets his drink and takes a few sips before downing the entire mug. He thumps the mug twice. “More Ale.” The bar tender gets him another and the coins are exchanged for payment. Benlake turns and looks around. He sees only two other patrons here. A farmer and a warrior.</p><p></p><p>He goes to the farmer and asks several questions. The farmer has little to say. “Yup, nope, neva heard of one.” Benlake rolls his eyes. He gets up and says “Thankyou for nothing.” And moves to the warrior.</p><p></p><p>The warrior is dressed in bronze armor with black and orange trim. A red cowl and cape covers much of his armor and any weapons he has. “You seek answers?”</p><p></p><p>“So you over heard me speaking to the native …elf.”</p><p></p><p>The warrior looks up and his pointed chin and fine features make his racial origin apparent. “An elf I am. Bree is the name I am most known as.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, Bree I am searching for four outsiders from these lands. They should be obvious to spot. One is a dark gray skinned humanoid about eight feet tall. He is bald and has an angry disposition about him. There are two halflings. One rides a dinosaur and the other carries a large bag on him. A human fighter travels with them.</p><p></p><p>“What are they to you?”</p><p></p><p>“A silver for answers and another silver for answers only. No questions.”</p><p></p><p>Bree watches the two coins as Benlake places them to his side on the table. “Silver like a dragon? Silver like the mortal mineral to a werewolf?” </p><p></p><p>“Answer the questions elf. Have you seen them?”</p><p></p><p>The elf ponders the question for a moment. “I have not seen but I have heard of a disturbance. West of Niern there is a forest fire of unknown origin. The locals are convinced a crashed air ship caused it. You came on a fire damaged air ship did you not?”</p><p></p><p>“Answers- no questions elf.” Benlake’s patience is running out. “What makes you think they were there?”</p><p></p><p>“Everything leads me to think you and your masters are messing with something you should not. There are forces here that would be better left alone.” The elf gets up. Benlake finds himself unable to move until the elf has left the building.</p><p></p><p>= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = == = = = = =</p><p></p><p>Lt. Curst preferred being in Atur where he was stationed normally. This place lacked …. Atmosphere. It took him the better part of three hours to find who he was looking for. A woman willing to work for her money. He found her is a quiet section of Varna. It was not night yet so he had to try to locate her home. He found her walking in the area of her home.</p><p></p><p>“Terra I presume?”</p><p></p><p>“Why do you ask?” she says looking over the Claw warrior.</p><p></p><p>“I seek companionship and information.” He looks are her tanned skin. Despite the gentle snow that wanders individually, she wears no jacket. Her bare but tanned arms are revealed to him. She is not a city prostitute but she is fine …very fine.</p><p></p><p>“I am have both. What do you have for me in return?” She asks with a warm smile and leans against the wooden building. The orange and red scarf slides to her side revealing her black tight dress. Bronzed skin and cleavage is clearly visible.</p><p></p><p>Curst holds up a coin bag. Her blue eyes sparkle as she looks at it. “First- information. I seek four travelers. They may be injured and no doubt in hiding. A human, two halflings and a large ½ giant-like creature.”</p><p></p><p>“There was word of a halfling in town. He was …borrowing things and looking for healers. Something outrageous about a crash in the forest nearby.” Curst follows each and every word. His master Keltis will not be pleased to know they yet live. “No one else knows where they hide.”</p><p></p><p>“Else? Tell me woman. Where do they hide?”</p><p></p><p>“That will cost you. Along with any companionship you had in mind.” And she gets close and moves close to him.</p><p></p><p>He instead grabs both arms and pulls her to him and holds her face within inches of his. “Where woman? Where do they hide?” Spittle lands on her bronze tanned cheeks. Her blue eyes almost glow in fear ..or is it anger?</p><p></p><p>“They hide in the basement of the building closest to the clock tower. The human is near death and the giant has lost a limb.”</p><p></p><p>Lt. Curst pushes her hard against the building. She crumbles to the ground in a heap. Tears well and she whimpers. “coin …where is my coin?”</p><p></p><p>“HERE is your payment whore!” and Curst proceeds to kick her with his metal pleated boots. He kicks until he can kick no more. Huffing he leans over her. The snow is beginning to fall harder. He looks for any witnesses and sees none and leaves quickly.</p><p></p><p>= = = = = = = = = = = = = == = = = = = = = = =</p><p></p><p>Nathan Darkwater removes anything that marks him as a claw member and he goes into town. He goes to the stables. House Valalis controls this town. Through them, he is certain he can learn the truth. The first few stable hands have little to aid him. Then he spots a man dressed in fine clothes that obviously don’t belong here. While walking up, Darkwater listens to the man’s conversation he is having with a stablehand. The man is from Erlaskar. He was traveling here by horse but the horse became spooked by the sight of a flaming mass crashing to the earth from high above. Now he wants a new horse to make it to Redleaf.</p><p></p><p>Having no clue of the area, Darkwater assumes this man saw the crash of the Cannith ship and may know something about it. He walks up as the man is arguing about the cost of the horse. The man is dressed in orange, black and red. His blue eyes are quite piercing.</p><p></p><p>“Excuse me- but where was that crash you say you saw?”</p><p></p><p>“Who are you? Another stable boy? Your prices are outrageous.”</p><p></p><p>“The price is what it is but where was the accident? I have heard many rumors but know no one that actually saw it.”</p><p></p><p>“Why tell a stableboy?”</p><p></p><p>“Because I am no stableboy and wish to know. It may be the cost of a horse.” Darkwater holds up a pouch.</p><p></p><p>“A day’s travel back. The craft was high up and on flames. The crew tried to stop it but failed. It crashed into the forest and a huge fire erupted from it.”</p><p></p><p>Darkwater had heard of a fire. Maybe this man was on to something. “Any survivors?”</p><p></p><p>“If there was they would have been consumed by the fires. Now about my horse.”</p><p></p><p>== = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = == = == = </p><p></p><p>Each of the three report to Keltis that night. Keltis favors Curst’s story and acts on it. They break into the only building next to the clock. What they discover is a secret lab used by Dalin d’Vadalis. Though the repairs are not complete and several men are still within the town, Keltis is forced to flee the only town that could have helped him.</p><p></p><p>Keltis growls and fumes at this turn of bad fortune. He just wishes he had time to renew his prayers to create a fire within this wood and straw city. Karrion walks up to him. “We will find them.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh I know we will. The crash did occur. We can start there. But what angers me is someone out there is interfering with me.”</p><p></p><p>“Whatever do you mean lover?”</p><p></p><p>“You were there. What was the descriptions of the three informants?”</p><p></p><p>“Human –male and female and an elf.”</p><p></p><p>“No. All dressed in red, orange and black. Someone is playing a strange game with us. I do not tolerate games.”</p><p></p><p>= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = == </p><p></p><p>Breedaernxen flies high over Lake Galifar. He can see Delethorn now and will turn west towards the area known as the Gloaming. He wishes not to fight the little one and his friends but the discovery of the Creation Schema can not happen. Not yet anyway.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 2408332, member: 9255"] EBERRON 07/09/05 SEGMENT 089 “Misdirection” The damaged airship reached Varna. When asked what had happened, Keltis was careful not to direct any more attention onto them then there already be. The damage was not structural. They needed blanks for the deck but the explosions were contained well enough with the protective magics used just in case. Keltis goes to three warriors and asks them to seek information on the Cannith ship. He wants to know if it crashed, where and if any one survived. The three warriors each go their own way. Keltis then looks around him. Varna is by no means a city. It is made up of hundreds of thatch roof 2-3 story buildings. The stone structure their ship is anchored to is the tallest here. It is a mere 4 stories high. “Eldeen is so primitive and simple” snarls Keltis in irritation. “It holds her secrets well.” Purrs Karrion Kold. The pale skinned necromancer walks up and places her arms around Keltis’ shoulders and neck. “But we excel in finding and revealing secrets don’t we lover.” “Hurm…yes. Yes we do.” Keltis turns and holds her. The activities around them matter little at the moment. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Benlake wanders into a tavern. The Emerald Claw warrior wanted an excuse for a drink anyway. He sits down and waves over the bar tender. “Ale.” He gets his drink and takes a few sips before downing the entire mug. He thumps the mug twice. “More Ale.” The bar tender gets him another and the coins are exchanged for payment. Benlake turns and looks around. He sees only two other patrons here. A farmer and a warrior. He goes to the farmer and asks several questions. The farmer has little to say. “Yup, nope, neva heard of one.” Benlake rolls his eyes. He gets up and says “Thankyou for nothing.” And moves to the warrior. The warrior is dressed in bronze armor with black and orange trim. A red cowl and cape covers much of his armor and any weapons he has. “You seek answers?” “So you over heard me speaking to the native …elf.” The warrior looks up and his pointed chin and fine features make his racial origin apparent. “An elf I am. Bree is the name I am most known as.” “Well, Bree I am searching for four outsiders from these lands. They should be obvious to spot. One is a dark gray skinned humanoid about eight feet tall. He is bald and has an angry disposition about him. There are two halflings. One rides a dinosaur and the other carries a large bag on him. A human fighter travels with them. “What are they to you?” “A silver for answers and another silver for answers only. No questions.” Bree watches the two coins as Benlake places them to his side on the table. “Silver like a dragon? Silver like the mortal mineral to a werewolf?” “Answer the questions elf. Have you seen them?” The elf ponders the question for a moment. “I have not seen but I have heard of a disturbance. West of Niern there is a forest fire of unknown origin. The locals are convinced a crashed air ship caused it. You came on a fire damaged air ship did you not?” “Answers- no questions elf.” Benlake’s patience is running out. “What makes you think they were there?” “Everything leads me to think you and your masters are messing with something you should not. There are forces here that would be better left alone.” The elf gets up. Benlake finds himself unable to move until the elf has left the building. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = == = = = = = Lt. Curst preferred being in Atur where he was stationed normally. This place lacked …. Atmosphere. It took him the better part of three hours to find who he was looking for. A woman willing to work for her money. He found her is a quiet section of Varna. It was not night yet so he had to try to locate her home. He found her walking in the area of her home. “Terra I presume?” “Why do you ask?” she says looking over the Claw warrior. “I seek companionship and information.” He looks are her tanned skin. Despite the gentle snow that wanders individually, she wears no jacket. Her bare but tanned arms are revealed to him. She is not a city prostitute but she is fine …very fine. “I am have both. What do you have for me in return?” She asks with a warm smile and leans against the wooden building. The orange and red scarf slides to her side revealing her black tight dress. Bronzed skin and cleavage is clearly visible. Curst holds up a coin bag. Her blue eyes sparkle as she looks at it. “First- information. I seek four travelers. They may be injured and no doubt in hiding. A human, two halflings and a large ½ giant-like creature.” “There was word of a halfling in town. He was …borrowing things and looking for healers. Something outrageous about a crash in the forest nearby.” Curst follows each and every word. His master Keltis will not be pleased to know they yet live. “No one else knows where they hide.” “Else? Tell me woman. Where do they hide?” “That will cost you. Along with any companionship you had in mind.” And she gets close and moves close to him. He instead grabs both arms and pulls her to him and holds her face within inches of his. “Where woman? Where do they hide?” Spittle lands on her bronze tanned cheeks. Her blue eyes almost glow in fear ..or is it anger? “They hide in the basement of the building closest to the clock tower. The human is near death and the giant has lost a limb.” Lt. Curst pushes her hard against the building. She crumbles to the ground in a heap. Tears well and she whimpers. “coin …where is my coin?” “HERE is your payment whore!” and Curst proceeds to kick her with his metal pleated boots. He kicks until he can kick no more. Huffing he leans over her. The snow is beginning to fall harder. He looks for any witnesses and sees none and leaves quickly. = = = = = = = = = = = = = == = = = = = = = = = Nathan Darkwater removes anything that marks him as a claw member and he goes into town. He goes to the stables. House Valalis controls this town. Through them, he is certain he can learn the truth. The first few stable hands have little to aid him. Then he spots a man dressed in fine clothes that obviously don’t belong here. While walking up, Darkwater listens to the man’s conversation he is having with a stablehand. The man is from Erlaskar. He was traveling here by horse but the horse became spooked by the sight of a flaming mass crashing to the earth from high above. Now he wants a new horse to make it to Redleaf. Having no clue of the area, Darkwater assumes this man saw the crash of the Cannith ship and may know something about it. He walks up as the man is arguing about the cost of the horse. The man is dressed in orange, black and red. His blue eyes are quite piercing. “Excuse me- but where was that crash you say you saw?” “Who are you? Another stable boy? Your prices are outrageous.” “The price is what it is but where was the accident? I have heard many rumors but know no one that actually saw it.” “Why tell a stableboy?” “Because I am no stableboy and wish to know. It may be the cost of a horse.” Darkwater holds up a pouch. “A day’s travel back. The craft was high up and on flames. The crew tried to stop it but failed. It crashed into the forest and a huge fire erupted from it.” Darkwater had heard of a fire. Maybe this man was on to something. “Any survivors?” “If there was they would have been consumed by the fires. Now about my horse.” == = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = == = == = Each of the three report to Keltis that night. Keltis favors Curst’s story and acts on it. They break into the only building next to the clock. What they discover is a secret lab used by Dalin d’Vadalis. Though the repairs are not complete and several men are still within the town, Keltis is forced to flee the only town that could have helped him. Keltis growls and fumes at this turn of bad fortune. He just wishes he had time to renew his prayers to create a fire within this wood and straw city. Karrion walks up to him. “We will find them.” “Oh I know we will. The crash did occur. We can start there. But what angers me is someone out there is interfering with me.” “Whatever do you mean lover?” “You were there. What was the descriptions of the three informants?” “Human –male and female and an elf.” “No. All dressed in red, orange and black. Someone is playing a strange game with us. I do not tolerate games.” = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = == Breedaernxen flies high over Lake Galifar. He can see Delethorn now and will turn west towards the area known as the Gloaming. He wishes not to fight the little one and his friends but the discovery of the Creation Schema can not happen. Not yet anyway. [/QUOTE]
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