Warriors Of The Coast

[DEFCON 1]

Jango grabs his backpack and then makes his way through town, trying his best to avoid anyone who might recognize him (especially militia men). The trip out to the lighthouse will be long on foot, and he knows he probably won't arrive until way after dark... probably approaching midnight. Making this trip in the dark is perhaps not the safest or smartest idea he's ever had... but Jango also knows that he's much less likely to be seen, and thus can get out there unhindered. Griot finially returns and lands upon his shoulder.

Jango reaches one of the less-used gates on the northwest side of town, and then circles around a pair of buildings to the left of it that abut the 10 foot high city wall. He sneaks up onto and across a series of barrels and the roof of a small pig stable, then crosses over to the roof of the first building and then climbs up onto the wall. This is the secret path which he and his sister have used for years to get out of Seawell without being seen, and he makes use of it again. From the top of the ten foot wall, he takes a quick look back and forth to see if anyone notices him, then he drops from the wall into a pile of leaves that is hidden behind several larges bushes.

He gets up, brushes himself off, then hurries off from town heading towards the lighthouse. The sun has just finished setting, so it's not yet really dark... so Jango wisely stays more in the treeline as he follows the path of the road heading south. It's going to take several hours at least to reach the lighthouse on foot, then another ten or twenty to try and find the fissure in the ground (if it already hasn't been blasted closed). He has a long night ahead of him.

 

[DEFCON 1]

The meal that Khalia had was a wonderful mutton with spiced potatoes. One thing she always knew... the haflings were wonderful cooks. After supper she returned to her room and got some rest in a comfortable bed.

The next morning she gets up and washes herself thoroughly. She then stands over her luggage and goes through the same questions in her head that she went through yesterday... what does Elder Nevillom want to see? The Lady, the Scholar, or the Adventurer? And once she decides on an outfit, is there anything else she needs to do before going to the temple? All these decisions she has to make...

 

[DEFCON 1]

Err... ya... I was looking for a... oh... Zendarrill Lorren. Supposed to be some kind of wilderness expert and trainer.

The man inside the peephole takes a few seconds to process the halfork's response, then he nods one time and closes the small door. Skarg hears several locks being unhooked on the inside, and then the door swings open.

The man standing in front of him wears a full tunic, trousers, and has two daggers strapped to either side of his hips. On the tunic on his chest is emblazoned the same twin dagger on a sun design that Skarg saw on the door. The scout also notices that the man has a small pouch of many strange items on his belt, and that his face and fingertips are a bit sooty. Obviously this guy's been working on something.

"You're here for Zendarrill, eh? Good. He's a fine tracker and could use the students. Haven't been able to supply him many this season... the Shapers just don't gather as much interest as us Mages. So come on in. My name's Len. Welcome to the home of the Daggerspell Guardians."

Daggerspell Guardians? Is that who Zendarrill Lorren works with? Skarg's heard rumors about the group... a band of spellcasters who try to do good by their actions and deeds. Not affiliated with any of the churches or any of the Houses, but instead just adventurers who live by a moral code. If this Lorren is a member, then things'll get very interesting indeed!

Len leads the halfork into the small, cluttered front room and offers him a seat. Papers, books, vials, plants, and most especially several daggers, can be strewn and piled up about the room.

 

[stonegod]

"I didn't realize you were a Flamer as well, otherwise I would have asked you to join myself and the other Servant of the Flame into our carriage to talk shop. Are you here to get suited up for our little extravaganza?"

Ari gives the man one of his patented lopsided grins and remarks, "No Flamer am I. Ari Osten, Monster Hunter. Deneith pointed me this way, apparently Elder Nevillom requested their services. Could you direct me to him?"

 

[DEFCON 1]

"No Flamer am I. Ari Osten, Monster Hunter. Deneith pointed me this way, apparently Elder Nevillom requested their services. Could you direct me to him?"

The elder Ellston gives a quick bark of laughter, then claps Ari on the shoulder. "Good luck on that score, my friend! I got here several hours ago and still haven't gotten a chance to talk with him. He's inside working on official church business" Ellston says, emphasizing the final three words in a sarcastic manner. "But if you'll be hitting the road with us, you'll want to check in with Cerril over there. She'll take down everything about you and give you all the info you need. I actually don't think we're heading out for two more days, but she might have other stuff for you to do."

Ari looks over and sees a huge female shifter clad in a gorgeous set of full platemail standing off to one side with several parchments, writing down information and looking at the various clergymen wandering the area.

 

[stonegod]

Ari raises his eyebrow at the mention of a shifter leading this expedition, but says nothing of it. Humans slaughtered humans by the score in the Last War; a shifter leading a lyncanthrope purge is just the way the Mockery would like it.

The hunter approaches said shifter and at an opprotune moment introduces himself. As usual, he gets straight to business. "Ari Osten, Monster Hunter. Got a tip from Deneith that you could use my services. Wanted to know what was in store, the pay, when we were leaving, and any other pertinents so I can make arrangements beforehand."

 

[Velmont]

Jango haste a bit his steps. He know that he will not have much time. Tomorrow morning, most likely his father will try to search him again, and he wouldn't take much time to think about the fissure. But he will not go there with his father, or with anyone else. What lay in there is too dangerous... what lies in there? Now that Jango is thinking about it, he has no answers, and it was too late to search for one. It would not wait.

As he travel, Jango prefer to use a little light as possible. He don't want to attrack any attention on him. He just travel under teh cover of night, using his elven vision and the light of the stars and moon. He continues his way, but at each steps, he feels his determination shacking a bit... a doubt growing in him.

 

[drothgery]

The next morning she gets up and washes herself thoroughly. She then stands over her luggage and goes through the same questions in her head that she went through yesterday... what does Elder Nevillom want to see? The Lady, the Scholar, or the Adventurer? And once she decides on an outfit, is there anything else she needs to do before going to the temple? All these decisions she has to make...

... and she considered. There would be many Knights Templar here; few, if any, would be of the Archivists Order. And none would be the heir to house ir'Indari. So it was in her role as Lady Khalia ir'Indari that she presented herself to the main temple of the Flame in the city.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Ari Osten, Monster Hunter. Got a tip from Deneith that you could use my services. Wanted to know what was in store, the pay, when we were leaving, and any other pertinents so I can make arrangements beforehand."

The large shifter looks eye to eye with Ari, running a critical look over the monster hunter. Her features are porcine, and the pair of tusks that stick out from her lower jaw are probably quite capable of causing pain from a bite. If you weren't paying attention, you might almost think she was a halfork... but the dark hair on her body, pink hue to her skin, and wide flat nose definitely peg her as a shifter by one who can identify such things.

"Cerril Maise. Exorcist of the Silver Flame. Jonas sent you, hmm? It's about time that drunkard did something right."

She looks down at her parchment and scribbles some things down, then flips a page back and begins reading from another sheet of parchment. The words are awfully familiar. "Werebeasts are roaming the jungle forests north of Newthrone... spotted by travellers coming south from Whitecliff on boats. This is a holy crusade to rid the world again of the foul demons of ages past. Two hundred up front, another eight upon completion." She looks up from the parchment and back to Ari. "We leave in two days time... the morning after next. You will be part of a scouting contingent that will go up the river by boat and then get off at the last place the werecreatures were spotted. This group will be led by yours truly, and you will answer to me. We will do things by the tenets of the Silver Flame and no other. I want to make this perfectly clear, since you certainly do not look like a follower of the faith. Elder Nevillom will lead the main force on foot to the north and they will meet up with us once we have a good indication of location." She scribbles one more thing down on paper, then looks up again. "Until we leave, your time is yours. Any other questions?"

 

[DEFCON 1]

It is a little before midnight when Jango sees the lighthouse through the trees in the full moonlight. Unlike before when they arrived, the searchlight is now working perfectly, and the stream of light that circles out from it lightens the entire area. Jango approaches, and notices that he sees no light coming from within the lighthouse itself. If he had to guess, it probably means that none of the Watchmen from town remained here, because otherwise he would have seen a guard out front or some lights on inside the tower. He makes his way down towards the rocky shoal and stands outside the building.

Does he go inside, or does he try and pick his way through the underbrush to find the small path past the wooden signal tower in hopes of reaching the crevasse to the tunnels below?