The Epic, the rift and the travellers.

[Brother Shatterstone]

Medowbrook: Half-Nymph/Female (Bard)

“Yes, of course you are,” Meadowbrook, who took an instant disliking for the man as he seemed so uncaringly bleak and nothing like the warm free spirit she was, replied as she moved assigned and motioned for him to enter, “please be my humble guest, Nicos, though I assure you will find nothing amiss.”

 

[Eluvan]

Firen steps forward from behind the door, perfectly polite yet making no effort to hide the fact that he had been waiting there, ready to defend Meadowbrook if need be. He nods at Nicos as he steps through into the room, his eyes just as piercing as Nicos' own. He does not trust this new arrival who seems to know so much about the situation, and he makes no secret of that.

 

[Lord Wyrm]

Nicos moves into the room in his typical grace. He moves past the group and well into the room before turning to face them.
"I learned from a powerful wizard of the traveller's arrival, and noting the clothing I believe you are said traveller." Nicos turns to Voadam. He pauses, as if he is still considering his last statement, and continues, "I am here to learn why you have come through the rift, and why you have come through in such a condition."

 

[Voadam]

"Indeed. I am Voadam called the Traveller, hailed on Toril as a hero of Daerlune, though that was years ago. Well met Morieth. Rifts have long been part of the territory in my dealings with high arcana. I have unfinished business on this world and plan to enter its affairs once again. We have not met before Morieth, I would like to know on behalf of what wizard you bring your enquiries and your interest in such matters, however you came upon us just as the good swordsman here was about to perform a rite. If we can indulge your patience I would wish him to continue before we talk in earnest."

Voadam watches Morieth's reaction and assuming he does not object Voadam turns to Stormsong "Please begin Stormsong, I would be interested in knowing if the demonic magic left any stains upon my soul. It is a hazard when one confronts demons and Evil magics." And then turning to Meadowbrook, "My dear, if everything appears clear and you believe the shoulders are broad enough the robe and any footwear would be greatly appreciated."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Medowbrook: Half-Nymph/Female (Bard)

“The shoulders should be fine but footwear is out of the question as my feet are far daintier than yours,” Meadowbrook replies dryly and with an even drier smile as she points to the oversized travel cloak that is closer to Voadam than herself.

As Nicos and Voadam talk Meadowbrook leans close to the Sunite so share a few whispered words as she watches her other two guests, “well met, Firen. Proper introductions will have to wait for a more proper time but, yes, you might know me by reputation if you keep up with the entertainment that The Epic provides for its patrons... I don’t trust the newest arrival, he knows to much, but at least his knowledge keeps him from questioning womanly reputation…”

 

[Eluvan]

Firen feels a small shiver down his spine as Meadowbrook leans in to whisper to him, and there's a spark in his eyes as he turns to her and nods in firm agreement. "We will talk later," he promises in hushed tones, with a fleeting smile before he assumes a more businesslike demeanour as he turns to face Voadam, and nods respectifully to him before entering a brief state of meditation. The communion achieved with his Goddess is slight for such a small feat as this, but still the incredible beauty and grace of his Lady never ceases to astound him as, for that all-too brief time, he calls upon her power. He closes his eyes, and when they open again he knows that, if any taint exists in his sight, it will be made clear to him.

He scans the room briefly, and is relieved to find that nothing shows up under his scrutiny. He relaxes and gives a reassured smile. "All clear," he says happily.

 

[Voadam]

"Thank you Stormsong. Now then, Morieth."

 

[Lord Wyrm]

"I am sent here by the wizard Retsilah, he detected your appearance and thought I would be interested in such an event. I am also to aid you in anything you may need within this world, provided your goals do not clash with his or my own." Nicos gives a slight bow, "We have similar build, I may be able to accomodate you." Reaching into his pack Nicos produces an all black outfit suitable for travellers and presents it to Voadam.

 

[Voadam]

Voadam returns the slight bow and proffered robe with a nod of his head in acceptance. His bearing has shifted from the light hearted friendliness and exultation at being alive displayed to Meadowbrook and Firen, to a formal and engaged professionalism as if the role of negotiating power relations was an old but familiar one he slipped into instictively. "I thank you and your patron for your offer of aid and service Morieth." Voadam dons the dark robe and addresses the composed noble "The service you can now provide me is the provision of information. What are your goals and those of your patron? What services and resources can you provide? What is the current political situation in the city and surrounding realms? Who are the people and factions in power and what machinations are currently in play? Is there an ambassador from the elven kingdom of Evermeet in the city? Is it the season of storms or can vessels now embark on long voyages? Would you be able to make a journey far from the city and accompany me to lands that would pose risks to travellers if I chose to do so?"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Medowbrook: Half-Nymph/Female (Bard)

“The wizard Retsilah,?” Meadowbrook muttered to herself, though it was loud enough for all to hear, she had never heard of him and that was most peculiar…

“Nicos, I find myself equally curious of your friend,” Meadowbrook added honestly after Voadam finished asking his own questions, “I’ve never heard of Retsilah. Is he part of the Member of the Watchful Order too? If not how do you serve him?”