The Reconquista: Part I (Shadows over Istivin)

Seeten said:
"She looks around, focusing on finding any sources of evil within range.
OOC: As you concentrate a number of evil auras appear to your inward eye, but none of them stronger than "faint", and no more than you would expect to find in the general population of a predominantly human town. The beggar who spoke to you does not appear to have a malicious aura.
 

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Morley Human Ranger

Morley turns to the Paladin, "I have done you a diservice lady. I did not believe that there was anything sinister happening here, but I was wrong. We must get to the bottom of this."
 

Seeten said:
"We must find out what is going on here. Reivik, George, can you two do some digging and find out WHAT is always watching?" She looks around, focusing on finding any sources of evil within range.

Reivik scans the square, with its miserable occupants, once more.

"Not here, though," he says softly. He waves an arm in the general direction of Brink's Hill. "The Viceroy is more likely to have people who can give us some useful answers... and I sight warmer, I should imagine."
 

Anastasia said:
"We must find out what is going on here. Reivik, George, can you two do some digging and find out WHAT is always watching?" She looks around, focusing on finding any sources of evil within range.

Geroge whispers, "Anastasia, I have heard of a group called the 'Society of the Vigil'. I think the group is trying to boloster the security of the Sterish state. When convient I will see what they are about. Just the name and the fact they exist tells me much."
 

Morley Human Ranger

To the others Morley says, "Tomorrow I can arrange my spells to speak to the animals and plants of the city and perhaps learn something useful. I suggest in the mean time we should break up into smaller groups and see what we can learn. If no one objects we all meet back for lunch or even dinner and discuss what we find. I don't think it would be wise for any of us to go off alone until we know more about what has happened here and the dangers involved."
 

Scotley said:
To the others Morley says, "Tomorrow I can arrange my spells to speak to the animals and plants of the city and perhaps learn something useful. I suggest in the mean time we should break up into smaller groups and see what we can learn. If no one objects we all meet back for lunch or even dinner and discuss what we find. I don't think it would be wise for any of us to go off alone until we know more about what has happened here and the dangers involved."


"Sounds good. How should we break up? Morley, I will be glad to travel with you and you can join me in finding a certain group.?"
 

Morley Human Ranger

Morley nods, "Works for me. I have a possible contact in the form of an adventuring band as well. Maybe they will have something to add."
 

Latalya

“I will head to the tavern first, to see, that these poor souls get something warm to eat this evening. I guess, that getting rooms won't be that difficult. The guard recommended the Gryphon's Arms tavern to me, which is located somewhere across the road from the Veins; a tall, white building with a grey, slate roof. The guard, Emil, seems to know the innkeeper. Should we get our rooms there, or rather somewhere else?”
 

Scotley said:
Morley nods, "Works for me. I have a possible contact in the form of an adventuring band as well. Maybe they will have something to add."

Reivik looks thoughtful. "You know, I was thinking in generalities before, but that reminds me... some of the legendary crew who thwarted the machinations of the drow during the first invasion are supposed to still be hereabouts. Old habits die hard - I'm sure they'll still have an ear to the ground."

"... and doubtless, they'd have an interest in knowing there are dark elves on the move once more," he adds. "I'm still a little worried by that raiding band we ran into out by the Eagle's Nest. Anastasia - feel like coming over to the east side of town with me?"
 

Mavic listened distantly to the group making plans for interrogations and investigations, Eshanna hunched uncomfortably upon her horse a step behind him. Suddenly he turned his mount to the group, his decision made.

"My business in Istivin begins with the Marchioness, and practicality suggests that seek out some," he paused, spitting out the word, "sponsor. Therefore I shall be going to yonder keep, both to seek out such and I shall inquire upon the commander of such on the status of some of the villas that the hightful-devils depleted residents of. 'Shanna, yea needs must remain here upon the gate where our cheerful fellows shall enter and demand a friendlier face than yon guardsmen," Mavic said, turning to the disfigured priestess and then back to his sturdier companions.

"If such a residence may be persuaded or procured then it should be more secure than any hostel whereupon strange faces might preen us out. M'thinks that Istivin still be a place where ears pay upon doors, and with darker intentions perhaps coursing behind them. I shall take two of my men with me to mark my station. Hrm," he paused to rub at his now non-existant beard and frowned at its absence. "Roen, you did well in piecing out that turn of phrase we were working on in your letters on the boat. Ye may aid the missus Latalya...and maybe teach her a thing or two about pies, perhaps? Anders, yea shall sit here and do such tasks as 'Shanna see's fit. No more begging coin just because the folk wear gold, here?" Merres, the grizzled-looking veteran picking at the rock in his boot, nodded approvingly.

"Aye boy, I think there shall be plenty of time to recite for me the 27 madnesses of Tuerny while we wait," the priestess said darkly, much to the amusingly glum look of young Anders.

"Merres, Mishell? You shall be mine escort. What come before and what come since... Unless any find some fault with this? I'll not be having some jackbooted bandit with a winning smile weaseling m'family lands and honors away because I'm too simple to hop when m'liege dotes it." His face and tone were carefully, steadily neutral with a forced-looking smile. He flicked a non-existant piece of road lint off from the back of his riding gloves, "Who knows? Perhaps I'll even still have kin here, some cousin of stamina that will have us all atide in gossip and mulled wine before tomorrow morn - and Morely married off to a Duchess." By his forced chuckle, even Mavic did not believe his words.

"Or maybe we'll be ahip in blood and battle either." Mavic's eyes danced dangerously. "And what better way to show the people that they are loved and we are truly home?"
 

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