The Heroes of Fannen-Dar

Morgran said:
After looking at the hand and waiting a short moment he takes it.
"So, you are Thomas. May I ask your profession?"

"Surely," the half-elf smiles, "as long as I can ask you yours. I am an entertainer. My song and stories as as fine as my bladework."
 

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"Oh, a man, quick with mouth and blade. I'm used to be a miner. Not now, after the accident... Now I killing stuff for a living. Only evil things, of course. Got a bit of special skills, too" Morgran says. As he says these last words, you notice shadows gathering around him as he moves...

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Morgran Deepwell
Perception: 12 Insight: 17 Low-light Vision
AC 16 Fortitude 14 Reflex 13 Will 13
Hit Points: 30/30 Bloodied: 15
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 7 Surges per day: 10/10
At-Will Powers: Eldritch Blast, Hellish Rebuke
Encounter Powers: Diabolic Grasp
Daily Powers: Armor of Agathys

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As the 'might be' heroes gather at the well, they are joined by yet another. Clad in a long dark blue tunic of fine cloth and sky blue breeches that fit loosely but were tied at the ankles to keep from flapping, the stranger's face was at first covered by the hood of a grey-blue cloak draped around her shoulders and standing out behind her slightly in the persistent breeze. Her belt had several pouches, and a small dagger. Between the lack of weapons and the good quality garb, it was possible this was some minor woman of breeding...

But a closer look revealed that her features were strange. Her skin a bit dark but with an unusual yellowish tint. Her eyes seemed a little narrow or squinty. Despite this, or even because of it, this newcomer carried herself with a sense of dignity, delicacy, and grace that made her exotic appearance seem mysterious and alluring rather than frightening or offputting.

She walked so smoothly that if one couldn't see her legs moving, it'd look like she was floating just about. As she arrives at the well, she doesn't seem to know what to do with her hands. First she clasps them together, then she seems about to offer it for a shake. Finally she just gives a slightly awkward wave.

"Hello," the woman says with a trace of some kind of accent that's not immediately recognizable. "You're here because of the sign?"
 

"Yes. Name is Morgran. Do you want to offer your service, or are you the one who wrote the sign?" Morgran asks. A distant fire seemingly burning in his eyes.

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Uses arcana to detect magic.

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Morgran Deepwell
Perception: 12 Insight: 17 Low-light Vision
AC 16 Fortitude 14 Reflex 13 Will 13
Hit Points: 30/30 Bloodied: 15
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 7 Surges per day: 10/10
At-Will Powers: Eldritch Blast, Hellish Rebuke
Encounter Powers: Diabolic Grasp
Daily Powers: Armor of Agathys

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The filthy boy seems to stir and rolls out of the gutter, in the process adding some of its slime to the filth already covering his arm. He grabs the rags he had kicked off in his sleep and drapes them over his shoulders. The rawhide mat he wraps around his waist and holds with one hand. Clearly limping, he meanders, bleary-eyed toward the well.

The stoic halfling looks disapprovingly at the woman who just arrived, but is instantly distracted by the horrible sight of the gutter rat. The halfling's revulsion is obvious, and his hand nervously fingers his dagger hilt.

The two old ladies continue their harvesting and one gives a whispered, gravelly "oh my!" at the sight of the woman in the dark blue tunic. The other seems to see something shining near the well and trots excitedly in that direction.
 

Thomas gives the awkward hooded woman a smile. "Yes, my name is Thomas," he gives a dramatic bow. "Our employer has yet to show up, unless that is you, of course."
 

The gutter rat hobbles past the group. The newcomer in the dark blue tunic notices that he is eyeing her. Then it strikes her that this boy isn't quite as young as he is trying to come off as. However, it is too late! The boy deftly swipes the dagger from her pocket and dashes off suddenly, a rag flying off his back. Everybody realizes that he wasn't a boy at all, but a grown halfling man, a thief disguised as a boy. It looks as if he is about to get away with the fancy dagger, but he is stopped by the other halfling that had been watching this predicament unfold. The two seem to know each other.

"Boldo!" the thief says, clearly a tone of resentment in his voice. "I didn't even see you there! What a...pleasant surprise."
 

The woman's eyes widen, and she says something incomprehensible, but clearly not well-meant.

She starts to give chase to the thief, even raising an empty hand as if to throw...nothing, seemingly...but trots to a halt when he stops to converse.

"You there!" she demands. "Return what you took from me!" Her speech is slightly accented, and a bit overly formal. She looks back at the others.

"I am not the one who left the sign, I apologize for my rudeness!"

Then her attention is on the halfling again.

"Give it back."

(OOC - Like my character, I apologize. Work's picked up, and my usual posting time in the evening's been cut into lately. Still, no excuse. I shall keep up better!)
 
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Morgran looks at the thief: "Never try this with me!" The point of his finger he points at the halfling starts to smoke and then to burn.

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Morgran Deepwell
Perception: 12 Insight: 17 Low-light Vision
AC 16 Fortitude 14 Reflex 13 Will 13
Hit Points: 30/30 Bloodied: 15
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 7 Surges per day: 10/10
At-Will Powers: Eldritch Blast, Hellish Rebuke
Encounter Powers: Diabolic Grasp
Daily Powers: Armor of Agathys

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Taking a few steps forward, the warforged towers over the halfling, leaning over to look straight down at him.

"Sir. You Will Kindly Return The Dagger To The Lady. Thank You."
 

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