Warriors Of The Coast

[DEFCON 1]

Khalia arrives at the back door to the small temple dedicated to the Silver Flame. She had been here enough times to know that Mother Kylin Tharavar lived in a small room off the rear of the temple, and that a knock on this door would be the best way to alert her.

*Knock* *Knock*

About twenty seconds after her knuckles his the wood, she hears the sounds of footsteps approach and then a latch being unhooked. The door swings wide and a pair of cool eyes look out... the eyes of Mother Kylin. Her rather severe face is held in a perpetual slight scowl, and while her eyes flash in recognition of Lady ir'Indari, her lips show no hint of smile. She nods once, opens the door wide, then turns and begins walking towards the front, into the temple proper. She makes no indication for you to follow her, but her bearing tells you that exactly what she's expecting.

 

[DEFCON 1]

The calling of his newly formed dark companion saps what little energy remained in the monster hunter's body. He reached out to touch the creature of shadow to verify it's form and it's willingness to be at his beck and call. Satisfied that his magics were successful, he tells the creature to stay, then stumbles off into his bedroom for a night's sleep.

Ari sleeps well, and quite a bit longer than he expected. After arising, washing, and fixing himself a bite, he stands at the wash basin looking out from his window and sees Watchman Skargash walking past down the street. With a curiousness that emphasizes his hunter instinct, Ari goes to his door and looks out after than Watchman. He sees the halfork continue down the road heading towards the docks, then turn into the small Transportation Guild office run by the local Orien officiant. He stares in that direction for a few seconds, then turns inside to call for his dark companion.

 

[Velmont]

Jango as been looking at father all the time. To his own surprise he never stare at the ground, as he had thought, as he had done so many times. Each time his father came to there room to talk about there disobedience, he always tried to avoid his father's look. He owed him respect. Each time he left with his sister, it was to protect her sister, as alone, she would have been more in danger than with him, or so he always thought each time he left the Inn, but each time his father caught them, he always felt that it was his own curiosity and innocence that led him on these expedition, he was just as much to blame than his sister. Knowing that his father's words hold a truth he didn't wanted to hear make him uneasy.

But tonight, it was different. He knew he had his blame on this story, but what he has discovered make all the things different. His secrets balancing on the edge of discovery, the voice who knew more about his mark than himself, a voice who wnated to isolate him. Jango thought for a moment to tell that to his father, but he tells himself that it wasn't the good moment... or maybe not the good person...

Studies books... what new in it. I do alreday it when I'm not with Jina. And these books hold only the knowledge of our world. I want to learn the knowledge of teh apst. Alchemy, there is no use to that. It is magic for the powerless. Spellweaving. My magic is in my blood, in my mark, it is not teh result of study... I sound bitter. I should sleep and relax on all the events of teh day. Too much has happen today.

"How could I forget this day father? It is the day I killed my first man. I doubt the watch we take down survived the magic of the wand." told Jango, not sure why he told that. It is true, the man he attacked with the wand seemed on the edge of dying. That idea was strange to his mind. He felt uneasy with that, but not disgust. It must be because the pirate cause so many death, him and Erqua.

"But what the dwarf told you about me. And to whom he told it. If the town learn about my mark, I think I'll have my punishment straight there. What the people will think about my mark, or the members of the houses who are here? I just listen to Khalia and it seems like teh caves we discovered is the hell itself. What I would be to her or tothe member of the Silver Flame? A demon?"

 

[stonegod]

The hunter gathers his new friend, and ambles down the lane, lazily following the halfork. When he sees Skarg at the Orien outpost, he leans across the street to listen to the back and forth. Trying to hire out as caravan guard? If that is what he has to do on vacation, Silversun surely isn't paying enough.

Not waiting for the Orien scion finish his reply, Ari saunters up to the two men, a confident grin on his face. "Watchman, goodman. I hate to interrupt but I heard there is a caravan going out soon to Newthrone. How many spots still be available?"

 

[drothgery]

About twenty seconds after her knuckles his the wood, she hears the sounds of footsteps approach and then a latch being unhooked. The door swings wide and a pair of cool eyes look out... the eyes of Mother Kylin. Her rather severe face is held in a perpetual slight scowl, and while her eyes flash in recognition of Lady ir'Indari, her lips show no hint of smile. She nods once, opens the door wide, then turns and begins walking towards the front, into the temple proper. She makes no indication for you to follow her, but her bearing tells you that exactly what she's expecting.

Khalia followed, trying to organize her thoughts. Khalia, why do you let this woman get to you? You are a Temple Archivist, pledged to the Knights Templar of the Flame from the day you understood enough to make those pledges. Daughter of a House that has made those same pledges since Tira Miron became the Voice of the Flame, and served the princes of Thrane for longer still. With as much potential as anyone to enter that Order since your father, and clear victory over what comes from Khyber to your credit.

 

[DEFCON 1]

The Transportation Guild office worker looks back and forth between Skargash and Ari, somewhat surprised that he's now gotten offers for work from two people in a matter of minutes, when usually he has to make deals and promises with House Deneith all the time to get anybody. He takes a second to think about things, then turns back and looks in a ledger he has on a small desk.

"Eyah. 'Cording to my books, there's three carts pulling in tomarrah and they're bein' joined by two more from here. One of them's a bit important it looks like, and de owner's said to want as many protectives as they can get. You travel with the caravan up to Newthrone, you each get ten gold to start, another ten when you arrive. De Orien office'll pay you the last ten when you arrive. I'll have papers for yer payment."

He glances at the two of them and finishes with "You want the job, be here tomarrah at seven. Leavin' bright and early."

 

[DEFCON 1]

Mother Kylin enters the temple proper, then moves to one of the small tables on the side and sits down, putting her hand out to offer Khalia another seat. "Miss ir'Indari, when I received word of what had happened to the poor souls in the lighthouse, and the evil of what was found at the camp outside of town... I immediately sent word to Elder Nevillom in Wyrmwatch about it, hoping for some guidance in handling the situation. Knowing that you were involved, I knew that at least the Flame would be in some way represented in dealing with the problems, although I felt Elder Nevillom might have some specific desires to cleanse the land. However, when I received word back from him, something else seems to have taken precedence."

The Mother reaches for a scroll sitting in a small rack at the back of the table and hands it to Khalia.

"Apparently the Scourge of the Lycans has returned. From what our Elder says, werebeasts have been spotted outside of Newthrone... and he is travelling there personally to see to the problem. He has sent word to all the templars in New Galifar and Hope to attend to him in Newthrone in three day's time so that a New Inquisition may be formed to deal with the problem."

She looks directly into Khalia's eyes and her face is like stone. "I am too old to do anything of the sort... I cannot go running through the forests looking for these creatures, for I would just be a liability to the Silver Flame in this regard. However, you are young and able-bodied and thus you must go instead. He expects you at the temple in three days. Finish your dealing here and then attend to him. That is all."

A quick read through the scroll says exactly what Mother Kylin has told Khalia. All templars in Hope and New Galifar are to go to the Silver Flame temple in Newthrone in three days and attend to Elder Nevillom to begin a new Inquisitorial quest. No exceptions. Although apparently Mother Kylin is trying to make one by sending Khalia in her place. Of course, it could also be interpretted that Khalia should be going anyway, depending on how you read the "templars of Hope and New Galifar" part. But this appears to be the one time when Mother Kylin is NOT treating Khalia like a part of the Q'Barra contingent of Silver Flame disciples, and thus she feels that Khalia is an "extra" one and thus can send her in her place.

 

[drothgery]

She looks directly into Khalia's eyes and her face is like stone. "I am too old to do anything of the sort... I cannot go running through the forests looking for these creatures, for I would just be a liability to the Silver Flame in this regard. However, you are young and able-bodied and thus you must go instead. He expects you at the temple in three days. Finish your dealing here and then attend to him. That is all."

"It does not seem that the Elder is making any exceptions, Mother. If he has a large scale expedition planned -- and if all pledged to the Templars in this region respond to his call, it can hardly be a small number, even in a land lightly touched by the Flame's light such as this one -- there will be much to do that requires no skill with sword or spell." She said. It was, in fact, quite true. That the Elder was likely making trouble over a shifter or two that had yet to embrace the Flame was also true, but she was going to the capital anyway.

 

[stonegod]

He glances at the two of them and finishes with "You want the job, be here tomarrah at seven. Leavin' bright and early."

The hunter grins and nods. He had not expected a job, had even been willing to pay, but why not get coin for something he was going to do anyway?

Ari thumps the halfork on the shoulder. "Looks like we'll be working together again. How about that. The heroes of Seawell." He laughs to himself at that last. Some heroes.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"But what the dwarf told you about me. And to whom he told it. If the town learn about my mark, I think I'll have my punishment straight there. What the people will think about my mark, or the members of the houses who are here? I just listen to Khalia and it seems like teh caves we discovered is the hell itself. What I would be to her or to the member of the Silver Flame? A demon?"

Watchmaster Silversun closes his eyes and sighs inwardly. "We've had this discussion son. You have a mark. We cannot change that we can improve that. There is no sense in worrying about what others might do until such time as they discover it. It is a part of you. Accept it. Embrace it... let it grow."

Klim turns and begins leaving the bedroom. "You both have your punishments. Get a good nice sleep. You both have long days ahead of you tomorrow." Klim and Morinda then leave the room, with Jina slowly following them behind.