The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter V

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang waits for Ayden and whoever would accompany the two before leaving off in search of an armorsmith. Being a large collection of smithies and trades about, Calenthang is insistent on not buying the first thing they see; wishing to put thought into the purchase as surely as his companions would want him to do. Calenthang searches particularly for a suit of scalemail whose scales are crafted in the shape of oak leaves; it representing the strength of Nature in his mind.

(OOC: I attribute the idea of leaf-scales to Verbatim, as it is a very good one )

 

[Majin]

Shoban lets his hands rest on his hips, "I am positive Miss. My other apprentice was named Simon. If this Kayris you speak of told you I apprenticed her, she was either mistaken, or pulling your chain," he frowns, not liking the aspect of strangers going about claiming such things.

Calenthang searches for quite some time before coming across what looks to be some masterfully crafted scale that meets his tastes. A wood elf sits nearby the stall, meticulously linking chains together with a subtle grace only an elf could exude.

Calenthang is almost stunned at the beauty of a shining breastplate on a stand behind the elven smith. Intricate leaf patterns filigreed upon it's surface. Everything this elf makes, it seems, is a work of beauty.

 

[kirinke]

This is strange, she tells to Dror. I think he's telling the truth. What in Sehahin's name is going on here?

"I am sorry sir if I angered you and I believe you truly. But I need to find out who this woman was or is. She vanished. Whether by magic or something else, I do not know. May I speak with your current apprentice? Perhaps he knows her. She may have as you said been lying. Here, let me describe her, perhaps you might recognize her," she tells him earnestly and gives him a description of the girl.

 

[hippocrachus]

(OOC: By all the gods on Olympus! I've been looking to increase Calenthang's AC and was blinded by the pretty leaf-scales! Why pretty leaf-scales!?! Why have you thus blinded me!?! *straightens tie and regains composure* Okay, so guys...it turns out I want some breastplate armor. Ahem. Sorry for the misunderstanding on my part )

 

[Majin]

Shoban listens intently as Teleri describes Kayris to him, all the while slowly shaking his head. "Doesn't sound like anyone I recognize," he says, frowning. "Yet she knows my name, and to my knowledge I have never met the girl."

The smith shrugs and moves his hands in a dismissive gesture. "Bah, I don't like puzzles. I must get back to work. Feel free to speak to Talrus all you like, as long as it doesn't distract him from his watch on my stall. But I doubt he'll be able to tell you anything more than I have. Good day to ya," Shoban says as he reaches for his hammer to continue work. He can be heard grumbling as Teleri leaves the tent. The metal cooling as they spoke, Shoban annoyingly shoves it back in the forge, muttering a slew of curses all the while about the interruption.

 

[Verbatim]

As Calenthang examines the breastplate, Ayden kept an eye out on the crowds around them, looking to see if he could see the others, or anyone who looked like the missing Kayris.

The enigmatic woman botheredd Ayden, a fact he had not shared with the others, as it seemed strange that someone would introduce themselves and then disappear as if she had never existed. It was another puzzle for the group to solve, and Ayden wondered if she was in any way related to the strange marker in the woods.

~Perhaps the priests in town know something of them, or could point us in the direction of someone who could shed some light...~

Shaking his head, Ayden vowed that for a day his questions could wait as he and his companions enjoyed the sights and ware of the festival. Afterall, if the wood elves felt it was safe for this many people to gather here each year, what could possibly be wrong?

~As Finder once said 'Sometimes a song is simply a song...'

Forcing the dark thoughts from his mind, Ayden smiled as Calenthang and the merchant agreed upon the cost of the breastplate and reached into the magical bag at his side to pull out the needed funds.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang takes the armor with veneration and wastes no time in removing his chainshirt and donning the breastplate right there in the middle of shop. Modesty aside. He takes the matching helm and places it atop his head to complete the, what surely must look like to passersby, dramatic ceremony.
"My thanks to you, revered Ayden," Calenthang says with a bow and tone that suggests such a title.

(OOC: Sell the chainshirt, of course)

 

[Verbatim]

As Calenthang began his bow, Ayden stopped him quickly and shook his head at his friend.

"You should know better than that Calenthang, as there is nothing revered about me. While Finder has seen fit to allow me to call upon him in times of need, I am nothing more than a man travelling with his friends."

Looking at the armor on his friend, Ayden is pleased with the selection as it gave the elf a look of nobility that matched his spirit.

"Come, let us find the others and see what other wonders this place holds for us."

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang raises an eyebrow at Ayden's gesture of humility.
"Reverence is in the eye of the beholder, friend Ayden," he says slowly, choosing his words accordingly. He lets the matter go, and follows after Ayden in search of their companions.

 

[Dhes]

After browsing the fair, Dunstand returns to the merchant and find his companions still out and a bout. Content with the day, he takes a jug of fine wine and lays him self down under the merchants kart for some well deserved rest.