The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

[Festy_Dog]

Saxon pays for Mzarem's and his meal with a silver piece, and tells the waitress to keep the change.

"I believe I have some skill at hunting, yes, but I really don't remember anything about 'what' or 'who' I am."

Saxon smiles, "I'm sure you'll remember eventually. You certainly have plenty of time."

He applauds softly after the performance, then walks over to the minstrel and places a gold piece on the table before him.

"An excellent performance, worth every copper," he says, thanking the cloaked figure.

Mzarem lifts his head from his meal to keep track of Saxon's movements, curious about his companion's motions.

 

[Endur]

Laurel thinks about the strange musician.

He has something. Understanding set to tune and verse.

His song finished too soon. I don't fully understand what he meant for me to see.

Is he asking me, am I who I want to be? Do I like what I see of myself?

And what is that about the crack of the world?

(Are drow a known race of evil reputation?)

 

[Evil Ujio]

They are like bogeymen but are said to be evil yes...

 

[Voadam]

"I believe I have some skill at hunting, yes, but I really don't remember anything about 'what' or 'who' I am."

"Interesting, I have a strong sense of self, my lore, my magic, and my capabilities, though specific memories do not come. I was thinking I definitely know who I am, I just don't "remember" my past. An intriguing contrast in perspective. What was your star sign again?"

 

[Voadam]

He pulls his head back, the hood falling back to reveal white curly hair framing an ebon face, with soft reddish eyes and face that mixes the best of both human and elfin traits; handsome yet solemn.

Softly in elvish

"Skin of darkest shadow, hair of moonlight, a face of our dark legends, emerging in one of the race of Man."

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

“A very talented singer, and a beautiful song,” Kyalia comments to the others. “But have you also seen his face? What is all this supposed to mean? Maybe we should just ask him?”

 

[Endur]

"Riddles within Riddles. Asking him might be the quickest route to the answer."

 

[Evil Ujio]

Saxon pays for Mzarem's and his meal with a silver piece, and tells the waitress to keep the change.



Saxon smiles, "I'm sure you'll remember eventually. You certainly have plenty of time."

He applauds softly after the performance, then walks over to the minstrel and places a gold piece on the table before him.

"An excellent performance, worth every copper," he says, thanking the cloaked figure.

Mzarem lifts his head from his meal to keep track of Saxon's movements, curious about his companion's motions.

The dark skinned minstrel accepts the offering, his voice is solid and resonant as he speaks, “A good eve to you too, it is rare to see one of your kind in these parts; as backwater as they are. My name is Dais, and I am pleased that you enjoyed the song, in truth I have been working on it during my travels…”

One of the peasants stands and waves a fist, “A bloody dark elf, they ravaged this lands ages ago, I ain’t about to let it happen again, eh boys!” Many of the customers raise their fists as chairs move and tempers rise.

Dais sighs, “This could be bad…”

The smiling thug that Dolan had spotted earlier watches the scene, while keeping his companions in line waiting to see how this goes…

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

“That is but half the truth,” Kyalia says to the enraged peasants. “He seems to have both drow and human blood. I'm sure you can figure out what that most probably means. Also, I don't see what he has done to deserve anything but a few coins and an applause from you. The song surely was most beautiful and well performed.”

 

[Evil Ujio]

“That is but half the truth,” Kyalia says to the enraged peasants. “He seems to have both drow and human blood. I'm sure you can figure out what that most probably means. Also, I don't see what he has done to deserve anything but a few coins and an applause from you. The song surely was most beautiful and well performed.”

The peasant mob leader growls, “Oh well then we should excuse this dark elf for the crimes of his people. We be honest upstanding folk around here and we have had no trouble in ages. You strangers come rolling into town… and the Gods be damned but I fear that something right awful is fixing to happen!”

Many of the men grumble, but they stay their distance seeing how well armed the party is; including the minstrel as he adjusts his posture; his dark cloak falling back to reveal a slim gleaming rapier on his belt.

The dark skinned minstrel smiles at Kyalia, though much of his features are hidden beneath the cowls of his cloak, elven vision can easily see his face. His mood brightens as he sees the elf speak on his behalf.