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<blockquote data-quote="Wik" data-source="post: 3664877" data-attributes="member: 40177">&quot;So, that's Sharn.&quot; It was a simple statement, but the Goliath was unable to keep the wonder out of his voice.&quot;Yes.&nbsp; Sharn.&quot; Jacob d'Lyrandar answered.The Goliath had been sitting at the bow of the ship, a Lyrandar airship that had been named the Airslicer, for the past several hours.&nbsp; He had been hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled city of Towers, and as the Slicer approached, he was not disappointed.Tall towers that seemed to touch the very crowds - dozens of them.&nbsp; Even at this distance, hundreds of tiny craft seemed to flit from tower to tower like bees moving between flowers.&nbsp; &quot;It really takes your breath away, doesn't it?&quot; Jacob asked.&quot;Yes.&nbsp; Are all cities like that?&quot; The Goliath, named &quot;Blue&quot; by his companions due to his rock-like skin that was a cross between blue and gray, asked.&nbsp; Jacob just laughed.&nbsp; &quot;I wish.&quot;Another man came up from behind.&nbsp; He worse a long, flowing jacket that reached his knees, and obviously hadn't shaved in several days.&nbsp; &quot;It's a nice place, Blue.&nbsp; They call it the 'city of towers'... I call it 'the city of fools'.&nbsp; It's an easy place if you're looking to take someone's money.&quot;Jacob just coughed, and rolled his eyes.&nbsp; &quot;Are we going to have to deal with the local law when we get here, Marlowe?&quot;Marlowe grunted.&nbsp; &quot;Not likely.&nbsp; Although a few of the watch sergeants owe me some money...&quot;Jacob shook his head.&nbsp; &quot;Right.&nbsp; The 'city of fools'.&quot;&quot;You got it.&quot;***They had spent three days in Sharn when all hell broke loose.They were at the bazaar, lit by torches and glowing lanterns, doing their best to make their way through revelers of every type.&nbsp; A local celebration was in way, making the bazaar even more diverse and jammed than usual.&nbsp; Several times, it took them ten minutes to cross one hundred feet of space, as they fought their way through minstrels, travelers, salesmen, guardsmen, children, and partygoers.&nbsp; Even pickpockets, as Marlowe had discovered shortly after a night of successful gambling.&quot;What are we looking for, Jacob?&quot; Blue asked, following shortly behind the leader of their little party.&nbsp; Jacob d'Lyrandar, while the shortest of the three, had a sense of self that gave him size beyond his five and a half feet.&nbsp; His long black hair was braided to stay out of his face.&nbsp; He wore an open-cut shirt, to show off the simple Lyrandar dragonmark that stood out plainly on his chest. &quot;Talismans, Blue.&nbsp; Falling Talismans.&quot;&quot;Falling...?&quot; Marlowe shouted to be heard over the crowd, while glaring at anyone he suspected of being a thief. &quot;Falling Talismans.&nbsp; There are a lot of towers, here, Blue.&nbsp; And it's a long way to the ground.&nbsp; They slow you down so you don't break every bone when you hit said ground.&quot;&quot;Why would we be falling off towers...?&quot;&quot;Just ask our fearless leader.&quot; Marlowe spat out.&quot;That was an accident.&nbsp; I didn't mean to push you out of the airship... I was trying to-&quot;&quot;Right.&nbsp; You were trying to save me.&nbsp; You were trying to leave me alone with those orcs, to buy some escape time for yourself.&quot;&quot;You don't seriously believe that.&quot;&quot;Like hell I don't.&quot;&quot;Then why are you still here?&quot; Jacob growled, turning to face Marlowe.&quot;Keep your friends close, and keep your enemies-&quot; Marlowe began, and then stopped when he saw Jacob's face go limp.&quot;Jacob?&quot;***I have an offer for you and your companions, Jacob D'Lyrandar.&nbsp; My name is Kaelys Tela, and I can be found in Upper Tavick's Landing.&nbsp; I trust I shall see you soon.The words echoed inside Jacob's mind.&nbsp; For a moment, the world around him faded into shadow, and all sounds became muted.&nbsp; He felt as if he were somehow connected to a mind, a distant mind......and then the moment was broken.&nbsp; Both the lumpy-skinned Goliath (more than seven feet tall) and the rough-faced Marlowe were nervously checking in on Jacob.&quot;I'm fine.&quot; Jacob mumbled.&nbsp; &quot;Are you sure...?&quot; Blue asked.&quot;Marlowe,&quot; Jacob said.&nbsp; &quot;Is it usual for a man to be hearing voices?&quot;&quot;Do you need to ask?&quot; &quot;What would you do, if I said I just heard someone's voice, offering employment.&quot;Marlowe thought for a moment.&nbsp; &quot;Well, there are a few sanitoriums in Sharn.&nbsp; I'd find the cheapest one and dump you in it.&nbsp; Keep at least one Lyrandar off the streets.&quot;Jacob just ignored Marlowe. &quot;She was a woman.&nbsp; Sounded pretty, too.&quot; &quot;Well, that's a relief.&nbsp; Was it a sending spell?&quot;&quot;Maybe.&nbsp; You're the expert on the arcane, remember?&quot;Marlowe scowled and was about to say something, when a loud crash sounded from the next block.&nbsp; &quot;What the hell...?&quot; he began.***</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Wik, post: 3664877, member: 40177"] "So, that's Sharn." It was a simple statement, but the Goliath was unable to keep the wonder out of his voice. "Yes. Sharn." Jacob d'Lyrandar answered. The Goliath had been sitting at the bow of the ship, a Lyrandar airship that had been named the [i]Airslicer[/i], for the past several hours. He had been hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled city of Towers, and as the [i]Slicer[/i] approached, he was not disappointed. Tall towers that seemed to touch the very crowds - dozens of them. Even at this distance, hundreds of tiny craft seemed to flit from tower to tower like bees moving between flowers. "It really takes your breath away, doesn't it?" Jacob asked. "Yes. Are all cities like that?" The Goliath, named "Blue" by his companions due to his rock-like skin that was a cross between blue and gray, asked. Jacob just laughed. "I wish." Another man came up from behind. He worse a long, flowing jacket that reached his knees, and obviously hadn't shaved in several days. "It's a nice place, Blue. They call it the 'city of towers'... I call it 'the city of fools'. It's an easy place if you're looking to take someone's money." Jacob just coughed, and rolled his eyes. "Are we going to have to deal with the local law when we get here, Marlowe?" Marlowe grunted. "Not likely. Although a few of the watch sergeants owe me some money..." Jacob shook his head. "Right. The 'city of fools'." "You got it." *** They had spent three days in Sharn when all hell broke loose. They were at the bazaar, lit by torches and glowing lanterns, doing their best to make their way through revelers of every type. A local celebration was in way, making the bazaar even more diverse and jammed than usual. Several times, it took them ten minutes to cross one hundred feet of space, as they fought their way through minstrels, travelers, salesmen, guardsmen, children, and partygoers. Even pickpockets, as Marlowe had discovered shortly after a night of successful gambling. "What are we looking for, Jacob?" Blue asked, following shortly behind the leader of their little party. Jacob d'Lyrandar, while the shortest of the three, had a sense of self that gave him size beyond his five and a half feet. His long black hair was braided to stay out of his face. He wore an open-cut shirt, to show off the simple Lyrandar dragonmark that stood out plainly on his chest. "Talismans, Blue. Falling Talismans." "Falling...?" Marlowe shouted to be heard over the crowd, while glaring at anyone he suspected of being a thief. "Falling Talismans. There are a lot of towers, here, Blue. And it's a long way to the ground. They slow you down so you don't break every bone when you hit said ground." "Why would we be falling off towers...?" "Just ask our fearless leader." Marlowe spat out. "That was an accident. I didn't mean to push you out of the airship... I was trying to-" "Right. You were trying to save me. You were trying to leave me alone with those orcs, to buy some escape time for yourself." "You don't seriously believe that." "Like hell I don't." "Then why are you still here?" Jacob growled, turning to face Marlowe. "Keep your friends close, and keep your enemies-" Marlowe began, and then stopped when he saw Jacob's face go limp. "Jacob?" *** [i]I have an offer for you and your companions, Jacob D'Lyrandar. My name is Kaelys Tela, and I can be found in Upper Tavick's Landing. I trust I shall see you soon.[/i] The words echoed inside Jacob's mind. For a moment, the world around him faded into shadow, and all sounds became muted. He felt as if he were somehow connected to a mind, a distant mind... ...and then the moment was broken. Both the lumpy-skinned Goliath (more than seven feet tall) and the rough-faced Marlowe were nervously checking in on Jacob. "I'm fine." Jacob mumbled. "Are you sure...?" Blue asked. "Marlowe," Jacob said. "Is it usual for a man to be hearing voices?" "Do you need to ask?" "What would you do, if I said I just heard someone's voice, offering employment." Marlowe thought for a moment. "Well, there are a few sanitoriums in Sharn. I'd find the cheapest one and dump you in it. Keep at least one Lyrandar off the streets." Jacob just ignored Marlowe. "She was a woman. Sounded pretty, too." "Well, that's a relief. Was it a sending spell?" "Maybe. You're the expert on the arcane, remember?" Marlowe scowled and was about to say something, when a loud crash sounded from the next block. "What the hell...?" he began. *** [/QUOTE]

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