The Epic, the rift and the travellers.

[Brother Shatterstone]

Medowbrook: Half-Nymph/Female (Bard)

“You remember Waterdeep correctly, Voadam,” Meadowbrook said behind a grin, like any woman she liked to be admired and have her beauty complemented, “you are in my father’s inn, were like him, I perform for the masses and outside The Epic’s front doors is a city of great opportunity and amazing knowledge. I’m sure you will find everything you are looking for…”

“I like to fancy myself as someone who collects and enjoys knowledge and I’m willing to trade my name for a look at your book,” she smiles assumingly, “I will bring know harm to your book and I only wish to see it to help confirm your identity.”

 

[Lord Wyrm]

Nicos flashed a hand over the human located in the corner of the dank dungeon room. He had managed to secure this room with the aid of a pair of ogres and thanked them by feeding one to the other. The gnashing outside the door confirmed the smaller ogre was still having his feast and Nicos knew the entry too small for the giant so he felt rather safe with the broken form of the thief chained to the wall.
"Sir Morieth please!" the young member of the Xanathar's guild was pleading for his life, his pleas fell on deaf ears.
Nicos sounded completely calm, disconcertingly so, "My dear young man, you heard about me from your superiors, you knew what I would do to you." Nicos cleaned the small knife he was holding on the tattered shirt of the Xanathar, his pace measured he took several chips of wood from the nearby table, "Now this may take some time, you can tell me the code words to access your guild hall, it will save you quite a lot of pain."
"Please no!" the Xanathar screamed has Nicos wedged a chip of wood under his finger nail.
Nicos felt a presence behind him, "Finished feasting on your friend?" he inquired.
"Not quiet, he was a bit stringy." the voice cracked from the doorway, it was far to intelligent for that ogre.
Nicos spun about, he saw a black robed wizard before him. "Halaster, what brings you to this portion of Undermountain?" Nicos recognized the wizard, as well as the smoking ogre corpse outside the door.
"I sensed a portal opening in the city above, I thought you would be curious."
"I have seen portals before, my friend."
"A powerful wizard came from this one, one stripped of his powers. He knows Khelben." That last part caused Nicos to arch an eyebrow, he had wanted to meet with Khelben for some time and this might be a way to do it.
"Can you teleport me there?" Nicos barely got out the sentence as he saw the white light envelop him. Within moments he stood across the street from the Epic. He walked to the door.
I should of asked him to keep this one able to speak, now I might have to capture another Xanathar if he turns this one into some tentacled monstrosity.

 

[Ion]

The Epic is alive with colours and sounds. Vibrant tapestries hang on the walls spaced between the torch holding sconces that light the room. Rich fabric lines the stage built into the south wall where a duo of minstrels are playing. Many in the crowded tavern are dancing and singing along to their bawdy ballads. The smells of roasted meat and beer permeate the hall.
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People of all shapes and sizes frequent the establishment, even two of the serving girls seem to have elven blood. The service seems to be prompt and orderly, directed by the handsome middle aged man, from behind the main bar near the kitchen. He seems to revel in this chaotic nature of his establishment.

Not everyone is dancing though, there are cards being dealt and bets being laid in the north western corner of the bar near the stairs. Shouts of laughter and moans of despair can be heard as the gold dragons, silver shards and copper nibs change hands. The most popular game of the night seems to be Djinn, a card game originally made popular in Tethyr which travelled as quickly as the traders up the Sword Coast.

Conversation in the lounge near the entrance bounces from topic to topic. Covering things like the popular broadsheet Meat-Thicket Avengers to the latest bargains found at the Caravan Court north east of the inn equally.

 

[Voadam]

Voadam places his large tome on the bed next to him face up revealing a large inscribed sigil on the cover, a circle with lines slashing within, somewhat suggestive of a ricocheting lightning bolt. "A wizard's spellbook is often warded in many ways, and mine is no exception. I do recall the Azuthian's telling me that the gods of magic of this world placed a curse throughout the magic Weave permeating Toril so that any who impersonate another wizard's personal rune will be visibly and horribly stricken. Here you can see my sigil and rune mark. So tell me are you a wizardess? Do you practice the art as well? You have quite the library." He glances around at the piles of books with interest.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Medowbrook: Half-Nymph/Female (Bard)

“I dabble. I know a fair amount of arcane knowledge but I don’t limit my studies to one field,” Meadowbrook replied sincerely as she studied the mark but smiled soon enough, “well, Traveler, it seems you are who you claim to be… Which is good. I don’t like to be lied too,” Meadowbrook looked around at her collection of books with a small proud smile, “as for my library, its simple, but mine, and now that my many suitors have learned the way to my heart it’s grows rapidly...”

“Oh!” Meadowbrook exclaims as she turns back to her unexpected visitor, “could I interest you in something to drink or maybe something to wear?”

Meadowbrook smiles coyly at his state of undress as she waits for his answer…

 

[Voadam]

Voadam smiles broadly as he follows her gaze and returns it "I would be quite interested in what you have to offer. A magical scholar, a woman of mystery and allure, should I take the wizard role and name you then?"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Medowbrook: Half-Nymph/Female (Bard)

“I have already have a name, Voadam,” Meadowbrook replied as her smile returned to his eyes, “but I am curious as to what you would name me but as for what I have to offer, well, at the moment I have many dresses but none that you could fit into so I would have to leave and return with some of my father’s clothes or you could try my travel cloak, it’s oversized for me, so it might fit you just barely.”

 

[Eluvan]

Firen sits at the bar, sipping at a goblet of expensive wine and listening appreciatively to the playing of the two minstrels on the other side of the room. In truth, he came to hear the much-vaunted performance of Meadowbrook - a musician of great local renoun, and apparently quite the beauty as well - but he is content to sit and listen to this more humble fare in the meantime. He appreciates the chance to simply sit in relaxing surroundings, enjoying his drink, and the music, and the aromatic smell of roasting meat that wafts through from the kitchens. It's been a hard day of travelling, and having finally arrived in the great city of Waterdeep he's very happy to have found a pleasant tavern in which to soak up the local ambience.

His reverie is interrupted as a man comes down from upstairs, and in hushed tones murmurs to the barkeep that he thinks something may be amiss upstairs, as he heard a woman's scream from the corridor as he passed one of the rooms. Firen listens no more but, leaving his glass behind and loosening his blade in its fastening on his back, he rises from his seat and makes for the stairs. It may be nothing, but he's not prepared to take the chance that a maiden needed his aid and he wasn't there to provide it as any good knight should be.

So it is that, after a few enquiries have been made as to the precise location of the disturbance, a polite but firm knocking comes upon Meadowbrook's door. Firen does not wish to take such drastic steps as bursting in unannounced, in case he is mistaken, but he is prepared to force entry if he receives no prompt reply and addmitance.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Medowbrook: Half-Nymph/Female (Bard)

The firming rapping interrupted them before Voadam could answer Meadowbrook’s inquiry about clothing but Meadowbrooke only smiled at the noise even as she made no immediate attempt to answer it. Her smile suggested she had been expecting it and the truth was she had been and if life was chess the traveler was close to be checkmated…

“That is no doubt some noble soul who has come to rescue the fair maiden from her distressing situation,” Meadowbrook smirked as she gracefully moved to the door, “you’ll have to forgive me while I answer it but be happy that I do as I suspect that if I don’t you will have something sharp pricking the skin of your throat before you could adequately explain yourself...”

Meadowbrook opened the door before Voadam could reply, the truth of the matter wasn’t really comfortable being alone in her bedchamber with a man in such undress, and grinned broadly at what she saw, which was tall, very handsome man, with deep blue eyes, and a romantic to boot. Truly, a fair maiden in distress couldn’t do much better…

“My, my, a Sunite to my rescue I must be a very lucky young woman,” Meadowbrook said coyly as she waved him in with a flourish and large smile, “the source of my screams is the uninvited half naked man on the other side of my bed who has somehow managed to fall out of a rift into my very bedchamber. Though I doubt I’m in much, if any, danger, sir, I would be must appreciative if you would join our discussion as no man in that state of undress has ever been in my bedchamber before and I fear for my honor…”

 

[Eluvan]

Firen bows graciously and smiles as he realises firstly that the peril is not so grave that blood will need be shed - immediately at least - and secondly that this lady is, in fact, the very Meadowbrook whose performance he'd been anticipating. She's at least as beautiful as he had heard, for sure, and he can't help but gaze for just a moment longer than would be normal. Not long enough to be rude, but long enough to be flattering. Accepting her unspoken invitation, he steps into her room and, breaking his prolonged eye contact with her with a hint of reluctance, looks Voadam up and down with a gaze that is somewhat amused, but not hostile. He turns back to Meadowbrook, humour still twinkling in his eyes. "Well, I see your conundrum my good lady. This could be a somewhat compromising position." He steps back and looks between the two, still not completely certain that he hasn't in fact intruded upon something quite innocent - or at least blameless - and that he shouldn't simply leave as discretely as possible and inform the concerned guest that further noises from the room should be disregarded.

The mood doesn't seem right for that, though, and combined with Meadowbrook's demeanour which seems quite unlike one interrupted in the acts of passion, he decides that there surely must be some grain of truth in her claim that he has appeared in his current state of undress. "So... a rift, you say, deposited him? I'm afraid my arcane knowledge is somewhat lacking. What do you mean by that?"