Warriors Of The Coast

[DEFCON 1]

"Was Deneith once, during the War. I have some free time on my hand, though. Might be up to another free-lance, depends on the terms."

Talak'na nods at Ari's reponse... nothing very commital either way... so he decides that he has to make his living even if the human doesn't really care. He nods one more time and then begins to leave. "Well I go... get to Blademarks to next earn job. You need, you go. Will see you at guild perhaps, or not. Safe trip. Good travel with you." He walks out of the station and turns right, presumably heading towards the Blademarks Guild headquarters in the city.

Ari stands at the station free to go, do or see whomever or whatever he wants.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"The problem, my friend, is that I doubt things are as simple and straightforward as we have been told. And the appearance I project may well affect what I can do to help. Still, I suppose you are correct. Father told me something of the Elder before I came to this part of the world."

Knight Templar (retired) Tod Ellston smiles once more at the young woman and continues his subtle attempts to charm her. He's nothing if not persistant, Khalia realizes... and he IS charismatic and attractive. But is this the time or place for this sort of thing? Undaunted, Ellston puts out the crook of his arm towards her, as though to escort her as a gentleman. "So does this mean you will accompany me to the Temple or not? You never answered my question, my dear."

 

[stonegod]

"Well I go... get to Blademarks to next earn job. You need, you go. Will see you at guild perhaps, or not. Safe trip. Good travel with you." He walks out of the station and turns right, presumably heading towards the Blademarks Guild headquarters in the city.

Ari shrugs. This hob was a little dense, but that was okay. He'd go see what the Blademarks were offering. Nothing said he'd have to accept. As long as he was free to get back to Seawell for the big celebration. Couldn't miss out on being a hero.

The hunter jogged to catch up with the hobgoblin. "I'll have a listen, Talak'na. I'm just not promising anything."

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Griot. That doesn't sound too bad. What do you think about that name? Come on, let's go to the watchmen post. My sister will surely be there and most likely, with my father. After that, we could go to see my mother at the Green Lilac before getting some rest, we've been awake all the night."

Upon hearing his name of "Griot', the hawk bounces his head in an odd method of acceptance. He squawks one time and Jango can feel Griot's talons lightly dig into his shoulder in a kind of massaging way. The hawk then leans over and nips a bit of the elf's hair and a wave of friendliness comes over Jango. Griot obvious is happy with what has happened.

Jango begins walking the streets, heading towards the militia's main barracks and grounds. Although it's rather early in the morning, he figures Jina and his father will already be there working. He wonders if Jina had as successful of a first day of punishment as he had? As he walks down one of the streets, he hears a whistle and voices telling people to get out of the way. He looks, and sees a caravan of carriages making it's way up the street towards him, and a number of people scattering from the middle of the road. Jango steps up onto the sidewalk and watches as the caravan goes past. What is surprising is that first he definitely sees Khalia ir'Indari sitting within one of them, looking out of the window... a thin smile on her lips. Two wagons down from that... he also sees Watchman Skarghash and Ari the monster hunter sitting within one of them, an armor-clad hobgoblin sitting opposite. None of them seem to catch sight of Jango, and the elf makes no attempts to signal out to them either. But when he asks one of the guards walking alongside the train where they were going, he tells him "Newthrone".

As the caravan rumbles out of sight, Jango turns and continues walking. Another fifteen minutes and he arrives outside the double doors to the militia compound. Watchman Symon Barr stands outside at attention, but his eyes easily drift to the hawk on Jango's shoulder. "Oy... that's a new part of your look, isn't it lad? Remarkable bird, the Q'Barran hawk isn't it eh? Beautiful plummage!"

 

[drothgery]

Knight Templar (retired) Tod Ellston smiles once more at the young woman and continues his subtle attempts to charm her. He's nothing if not persistant, Khalia realizes... and he IS charismatic and attractive. But is this the time or place for this sort of thing? Undaunted, Ellston puts out the crook of his arm towards her, as though to escort her as a gentleman. "So does this mean you will accompany me to the Temple or not? You never answered my question, my dear."

Changing her mind -- she had been a little put off by the man's over-friendieness, but an offer of escort was certainly taking more liberties than any ir'Indari daughter was going to allow. Certainly not her, in any case. "I do not think a few hours delay will overly inconvenience the Elder. And I have things I need to have done here, if I am to have them ready before I leave. So I must bid you farewell."

Besides, she needed to get her measurements taken to get armor made -- it was true that for anything short of plate, anything sized for a human would protect her well enough, but if she were spending a thousand gold on a mithril shirt, she expected it to fit perfectly, and have the sigils of her house, church, and order visibile. Besides, she did not need company when visiting temples of the Host, and if none of the clerics of her Church gathered in the city were willing to scribe scrolls for her -- or aid her scribing them herself -- in order to expand her prayerbook, then she might well need to visit the Host of the Faithful. And an Archivist, alone, was more likely to achieve what she wanted there than if she brought another sword sworn to the Flame.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"I do not think a few hours delay will overly inconvenience the Elder. And I have things I need to have done here, if I am to have them ready before I leave. So I must bid you farewell."

The templar chuckles one time at her soft rebuke, and he gives her a warm grin. "As you wish, my Lady. Perhaps I will see you at the temple later on this evening or even tomorrow then? Good day to you." He then turns and exits the station.

Khalia stands at the station with her baggage and her steed, wondering where to go next? If she isn't going straight to the temple to see Elder Nevillom, then there is finding lodging for the night, finding a place to put her steed up while she is in town, visiting an armorsmith to begin the purchase of some new armor, and seeing about purchasing some divine scrolls... either from any Flame adepts in town or even perhaps from a temple dedicate to the Sovereign Host. So many things to do!

OOC: drothgery... what order do you want to do whatever it is you want to do? You haven't said yet what your plan of attack is or where you are headed first. Thanx.

 

[drothgery]

OOC: drothgery... what order do you want to do whatever it is you want to do? You haven't said yet what your plan of attack is or where you are headed first. Thanx.

In order
1 - Find a place to stay and put up her horse (presumably a good inn with a stable); put on her 'adventurer' clothes (visible weapons and armor, albeit of high quality) -- this isn't paranoia; she's shopping for adventuring supplies, and doesn't want anyone to think she's a rich girl on a lark
2 - Find an armorer (she wants a mithral shirt).
3 - Find a cleric (she wants to scribe, buy, or commission a few scrolls, and needs to find someone who knows the approriate spells -- which I'll have to set up when I get home) to work with (she'd rather scribe the scrolls herself, as it's somewhat cheaper, so she'll be able to get more scrolls to add to her prayerbook that way; unless someone's got what she wants and is willing to sell it at cost, she'll simply be making arrangements to come back later).
4 - Visit the main temple to the Flame and see what the Elder is up to.

 

[Velmont]

Jango walks to the gate, thinking about his three companions who are leaving the town. His feeling is mixed. Is it a coincidence or the three had planned to go to Newthrone. Was it related to the events of the days before, and if yes, why without him.

But he also thought that it might be the bets moment to go back into the tunnels and take a look at the hidden room, and maybe to get some more answers.

"Hi Symon. You can tell that, he will be part of my look. Is my father and Jina here? I would like to see them a moment." asks Jango.

 

[Brogarn]

However, there is one small lad who doesn't seem bothered by him. As a matter of fact, this young human boy of about eight who was sitting in front of booth across the street rushes right up to him holding a small wooden horse and begins speaking. "Horsie? Horsie sir? Only ten coppers! Would my master like a horsie for sale? Just ten! Carved it myself, I did! A steal for just ten coppers!"

Skarg raises his eyebrow and looks at the carved horse being offered for sale Where'd you filch that from, whelp? Actually, nevermind. Tell you what, I'll give you two coppers if you can tell me where this address is. Skarg reads the address he's holding out loud.


OOC: Sorry about the delay. Chest cold kickin me arse and the power supply of my roomate's PC is toast.

 

[drothgery]

The spells Khalia's looking for help making scrolls of are ...
- cure moderate wounds
- hold person
- resist energy
- remove paralysis

She's also adding
consecrate and silence to her prayerbook as her 4th-level freebies.