The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VI

[DarkMaster]

Sarlis happy to understand what Ayden tells the guard (It frustrates him when he can't understand what people around him are saying), wonder who is this priestess and what is the matter he wish to speak to her.

"There is way too many priest involved in this story."

 

[DarkMaster]

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Sarlis shook Teleri's hand vigorously. With a large smile he adds

"No grudge hold"

 

[kirinke]

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Teleri is also with Ayden and Sarlis in case anybody needs to know. Just as Ayden would have more influence in a human town, so Teleri would probably have more influence in an elven town, especially as she is a priestess of an elvish goddess.

Also, with the sale of the non-magical shields, scale mail and MW battle axes, we come to a grand total of 2696gp. For Teleri, I'm really eyeing the Mithral shirt and a darkwood shield.
Total price would be approx 1335gp (with discount)
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IC
Teleri faces the guards, completely unconscious of the fact that she is still something of a mess, the fight with the night hag still very evident, even though her body was healed of the injuries. A trained fighter would be able to tell that she probably came to near death, considering how damaged her clothes must look (burnt, dried blood ect.).
"Please let us through," she adds politely in elven, calmly and quietly.

 

[hippocrachus]

The Mellorn's innocence not in question as far as Calenthang is concerned, he just nods his head skeptically when Ayden says not to make mention of their trials below to anyone.
"Elven ears are not so easily turned, revered Ayden," he adds, after the priest addresses the guard, with a smile.

 

[Verbatim]

A smile forming of its own accord at Calenthang's continued belief that he needed a title, Ayden turned and looked at all those who had followed him to the temple.

~I had thought they would find much better things to do than come with me...~

Still speaking in the elvish tongue, Ayden's smile, while warm, was tired.

"They may not be easily turned Calenthang, but I want them to know that this is not an idle matter that we come to speak of.."

 

[kirinke]

"But when they do turn, tis best to duck aye?" she grinned wryly at Calenthang.

 

[hippocrachus]

Calenthang replies to Ayden while staring at Teleri with a cocked eyebrow of inquisition, his smile changed to its usual blank determination.
"We should not judge too hastily, revered Ayden. The Mellorn have not been proven to be at fault," he says with diffidence, trying to ease his friend's stress.

 

[Majin]

OoC: Hey guys, sorry for the delay. Spring Break grabbed me and wouldn't let go. As for Shackled City I will whip Dan into posting his action tommorrow so I can carry combat through in there.

Selling things: This is what you get so far. Tell me if the party wanted to sell anything else. Anything the party wants to buy is book value with a 10% discount.

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Masterwork Axe (Battleaxe) - 170 gp, 5 sp
6 Masterwork Battleaxes - 1,023 gp
6 Heavy Steel Shields - 66 gp
6 Scale Mail - 165 gp
4 Emeralds - 840 gp (This is if the party is selling the gems now instead of with Calenthang's contact.
3 Golden Pearls - 360 gp (Same here)
Silver Buckle with Topaz - 210 gp (And here)
Finely crafted box - 160 gp

Grand total: 2,994 gp, 5 sp
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~IC~

The Mellorn guards look the party up and down in silence, then one motions to another into the building, who strides quickly out of sight. Being gone for some time, finally the elf returns. "You may enter. The Doratar will hold an audience with you," he says, and turns quickly to re-enter the building, expecting you to follow. Those who do are led to a large chamber. A finely carved wooden chair sits atop a dais upon which sits a beautiful wood elf, long, silver hair, draped over crossed legs, plucking idly at a lute. Six leopards lounge around her, flanked by six guards posted at colannades arranged in a semi-circle around her on both sides.

The elf does not take notice of the party until well after everyone has been standing before her a few uncomfortable moments. She looks up and rises from her seat, placing the well-made lute across the arms of the chair. Lightly, she clears her throat before addressing you.

"I regret to inform you that you will not be speaking with the priestess of this village, noble patrons of the fair," she adds, almost as an afterthought. "I am Doratar Aeleth Terellia. It is my duty to oversee all official matters and going-ons of the Mellorn. I do not usually grant audiences to non-members of my village, but during the time of our festival it seems appropriate to allow such instances, granted they have a good reason... I assume you do have a good reason for disturbing me?"

OoC: Manz - Do you want to do anything with the Wild Shape practice in the woods? Roleplay it any, or just have it happen? Entirely up to you on how you wish to proceed with that.

 

[DarkMaster]

"Excuse us for wanting to save your village, what arrogance"

Sarlis observes the area around him, quickly trying to get as familiar as possible with it.
He carefully analyse her accent and try to cover his Chondatan accent when replying in Elven.
"Pardon our lack of politness my Lady. This is Ayden, priest of Finder, he is the bearer of a message of great importance for your community. My name is Sarlis, I am a traveller hoping to bring happiness and hope where ever I go.

I couldn't help notice the fine instrument standing along the arm of your throne. I would greatly enjoy having the opportunity to appreciate your talent." He gives the elven lady a extremely subtile smile looking at her straight in the eyes.

Then slightly raising the tone of his voice to make sure the guard hear the comments. "I must say that I am quite impressed by the discipline of your guards, I would never risk myself against any of them. Such an event wouldn't even challenge them." As he says this he takes the time to look at each guard individually making sure to give them at least a few moment of attention.

Sarlis will let Ayden to the rest of the talking but simply wants to sligthly warm up the visibely frozen cold ambience.

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[Velmont]

Sielwoodan stay in the back, listining without too much interest. He seems more concentrated to looks at the people in the room, not only the elven women and her guards, but also at his companions, new or old. He thinks to himself

How destiny can be some time strange, putting us together. I wonder how much more time a group such as us can stand as a whole. It almost end today, under the play of that deamon-witch...