The Shackled City - Golarion Prelude

[Shayuri]

Nia's lips pulled back to show her white, white teeth...an expression that could be mistaken for a smile by the socially challenged.

"Maybe you are right," she said lightly. "We be lookin' for a place of learnin'. A place where de stories of de past are kept, and de study of tings magical take place. Somewhere full of wise men an' great intelligence."

She folded her arms challengingly. "From de one who answer de door, we do be in the wrong place. Even so, we gots business inside, so outta de way an' let us in."

 

[Dragonwriter]

Marcus looks at the tools, unsure of what would be useful. He never paid a lot of attention to his father's work. "Got any leatherworking or shoemaking tools for sale?"

 

[ahayford]

"Two pounds of Green Honey Tea," he asks, knowing it was his mother's favorite. He looks to Wilbur, adding, "It's mom's favorite. We can stop by to give it to her before we head back to the Cardinal. She would like to know I am back at least."

The weathered old woman packages up the specialty tea in a smaller twine package, this time rolled in what was probably once a play bill from a troop that had passed through from Sasserine 3 months ago.

That will be 1 gold coin son. Tell the Cardinal I'm bringing my grand daughters to the Morkoth for the Flood Festival. I know how much he loves those girls.

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Nia's lips pulled back to show her white, white teeth...an expression that could be mistaken for a smile by the socially challenged.

"Maybe you are right," she said lightly. "We be lookin' for a place of learnin'. A place where de stories of de past are kept, and de study of tings magical take place. Somewhere full of wise men an' great intelligence."

She folded her arms challengingly. "From de one who answer de door, we do be in the wrong place. Even so, we gots business inside, so outta de way an' let us in."

The elf stumbles backward off his podium and nearly loses his glasses from their precarious perch atop his pointed nose.

He struggles to regain his composure.

Miss please. Restrain yourself. This is a house of learning. All business must first go through me. What is it, exactly, that you think you need from us?
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Marcus looks at the tools, unsure of what would be useful. He never paid a lot of attention to his father's work. "Got any leatherworking or shoemaking tools for sale?"

The woman looks around with a bored look on her face.

Listen kid, what you see is what we got. I think we have some overstock sheers the seamstresses sent back. A few crates of knives that are mostly headed to Sasserine.

She gets a conspiratorial look on her face for a moment and then speaks in a hushed tone.

If you're looking for something special...something crafted with care and love, you're not gonna find it here.

She writes a name in the soot on the counter top, and then quickly wipes it away when the shift boss walks by.

So did you want the sheers or not? she says almost too loudly.

The name she wrote on the counter was one word "Gurnexarn"

 

[Dragonwriter]

Marcus shakes his head. "No, no shears. Thanks anyway." He keeps the name in mind, but heads back to the Morkoth.

 

[ahayford]

Marcus shakes his head. "No, no shears. Thanks anyway." He keeps the name in mind, but heads back to the Morkoth.

The woman shrugs dismissively and returns to her job of sorting and packaging orders. The sun is setting, and with his errand complete, Marcus returns to the Morkoth.

 

[Shayuri]

"Pleh," Nia blows air irritably and waves a hand at Val. "He has a book to bring back or someting. As for me, I am wantin' to know more about Surabar, an' everyone say dis is de place to go for knowin' tings."

 

[ahayford]

The book return is that counter over there, 3 down from the registrar desk. As for Surabar, I suggest you go buy someone a drink for the tale, because you won't be getting the story from here. The academy's library is closed to all but currently enrolled students and our most generous of benefactors. If that book is all you came with, please return it, and leave

The elf blusters with inflated authority, but the way he nervously adjusts his collar betrays his cowardice.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Val smiles at the officious 'greeter,' but appears slightly puzzled as he leaves Nia with the elf for a moment and returns the book. Why would he think me a street thug?

After a few discrete moments making sure Nia had finished having her way with the doorkeeper, he returnes to her side to see how far she's gotten.

 

[ahayford]

Val smiles at the officious 'greeter,' but appears slightly puzzled as he leaves Nia with the elf for a moment and returns the book. Why would he think me a street thug?

After a few discrete moments making sure Nia had finished having her way with the doorkeeper, he returnes to her side to see how far she's gotten.

[sblock="ooc"]Most of the students of the academy are shuts ins that rarely leave the premisis. Pretty much anyone not wearing a robe and openly wearing a weapon appears threatening to them. Particularly to the low level bureaucrats that run things on the first floor.[/sblock]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

[sblock="ooc"]Most of the students of the academy are shuts ins that rarely leave the premises. Pretty much anyone not wearing a robe and openly wearing a weapon appears threatening to them. Particularly to the low level bureaucrats that run things on the first floor.[/sblock]

[sblock=OOC] Just a little tidbit about Val not really remembering much (yet) about his life before stumbling into the Drunken Morkoth after his beating at the hands of the street gangs.[/sblock]