Troupe of the Painted Soul IC!

[apocalypstick]

At the applause, Christian stands from his chair and bows, graciously and gratefully, to his impromptu audience. He scoops up the tossed coins and deposits them all into the serving girl's tip-cup, and asks her to thank the master of the house for his kind offer before she departs.

After bidding a good night to Kail and Dembrilion, he returns to his seat and takes a long pull from his tankard.

Zinovii turns to Christian, "Well done, my new friend, excellent poetry."

"Thank you," the bard responds, and raises his free hand to his mouth to stifle a belch. Then he raises his (nearly-empty) tankard again. "A toast," he continues; "to the Troupe of the Painted Soul - may all our endeavors find such success."

 

[Neowolf]

Upon paying for his stay and reaching his room, Kail locks the door behind him and moves a convenient piece of furniture in front of it.

He strips off his black leather armor and leaves it on a chair next to his bed. After tucking his shortsword securely under his pillow, he lies down and falls asleep.

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

"That was truly magnificent." Carrie replies to Christian, and then jokes, "But if you were to guard all your answers from me-where would all the fun be?" She smiles some more, before grabbing her tankard.

"To the Troupe of the Painted Soul." She says as she raises it up.

"Now pardon me, but I must be leaving too, a girl's got to have her beauty sleep," She winks, and then says in a more quiet voice, "I'll tell you all of my findings tomorrow."

Carrie then heads for her room, with her basket, and once inside she takes the pan of milk and leaves it off to the side, crooning, "Naganya, guard me while I rest."

She'll sleep for 2 hours before waking up and taking a look outside, observing the sort of trees-if any are in the city area and the types of birds they have. With that, she'll make sure everything is in order before opening the window and taking the form of one of the night birds.

We'll just see what lies in this city at this hour...


(OOC-Carrie only needs 2 hours of sleep due to her Ring of Sustenance, and after taking her rest she'll wildshape into an unassuming bird type and roam the city, looking for any information she can pick up)

 

[squirrel]

Up in his room, Dembrilion finds it to be satisfactory. He sets his pack near the head of the bed, and his shortsword on the side of the pack away from the door. Placing two daggers under the pillow, he places the remaining two in the pack. I doubt there will be trouble tonight, but caution is in order still.

He prepares for bed thinking of what will need to be done tomorrow. It would be pointless to go out tonight and get lost in unknown territory. I'll get a feel for the town and plan from there since we still know nothing about this town. Dembrilion eventually drifts off into sleep while formulating ideas for the coming day.

 

[hellbender]

"I too, must retire," says the elf, scanning the crowd. Paying for room and a tip as well, Zinovii picks up his cat and quietly walks to his room, locking the door behind him. As the cat dozes, the sorceror sits in contemplative silence, meditating on spells and regarding the comments of the tavern patrons.

 

[dave_o]

Carrie finds that, while there are no trees in Jewel, there are pidgeons which nest in the higher buildings among the city. Easily finding the shape of one, you begin aimlessly flying through the night skies of Jewel. The city, itself, is quite beautiful outside of the Poor Quarter. Nearly befitting it's namesake, even.

From your flight, you discern a general lay of the city. To the East lie the docks you arrived on, and even at this hour, seem to be at least moderately busy. The city is vast - several miles wide, and from taking your flight a little higher, you realize that the city sits on sort of an island, nestled right up to the Eastern coast of Ulin. Only one bridge seems to connect this island to Ulin, a large, stonework of moderate craftmanship. The bridge lives some thirty miles or so from Jewel. Nearer the city, just on the outskirts, are several open-topped wagons stocked with weapons - poor quality, all. Horses are being hitched, so it seems this caravan will depart soon.

 

[apocalypstick]

"Alone again," sighs Christian, with a rueful grin, as he finishes his drink and places a pair of gold coins upon the table.

Thank the Gods that my room's been paid for, at least, he thinks as he hefts his purse and finds its weight wanting.

Gathering his belongings, he gets a room-key from the housemaster and purchases a bath. After washing the sea-spray and travel-dust from his body, he heads to his room, casting an Alarm spell over the chamber before he settles down to sleep.

 

[dave_o]

The night passes blissfully. Nothing gives you cause for alarm, and it seems to you that the Starline is quite a safe place. The brightness of the sun through your window, as well as the increasing warmth in the room, rouse you into wakefulness. It is Spring, so the warmth is nigh-uncomfortable, and it seems to be a particularly warm day.

Downstairs the serving girls are making their rounds. The girl from last night quickly makes her way to the first recognizable member of your party, after last night's tips. Breakfast consists of fresh fruits, various smoked meats, black bread, butter, and cheeses. Ale isn't served during the morning, but a heady mead is, as well as several less alcoholic ciders.

There is no sign of Alric, nor of any of the armed men from the night before. In fact, there are very few people in the Starline at all, save for a few merchants.

It seems the day is truly yours.

 

[Neowolf]

Two faces. A woman. A boy of no more than four years. A scream. A dagger glinting in the moonlight. A scream. A spray of warm blood.

Kail sits bolt upright in bed to find a glorious dawn peeking into his window. The same dream again. Years later, it still haunted him. He puts his feet onto the floor and washes the sweat off at the basin. After a quick shave, Kail pulls on his ebon armor and heads downstairs.

(OOC: Sorry, should have posted this before Dave's post.)

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

OOC-Anyone sleep with a window open in their character's room?