Who Wants to be a Wayfinder? The New Class

[SelcSilverhand]

Vhir whistles softly at the sight of the gem. It was no doubt a valueable object. We will certainly have a story to tell the professor when we see her, he thinks to himself. He turns towards the warforged they unearthed. "What is your name friend, and what did you do before your... entombment?"

 

[jkason]

Midian Rightson

Midian dug into the dirt, drawing out a fist-sized uncut gem of a night blue hue. The khyber dragonshard gleamed in the sunlight.

Up above the half-orc whistled ot himself surprisedly. "Well, darn, first time I ever buried somebody who walked away from it. What'dja find in there?" he asked, Midian, "I need to fill this up before the storms come." And, indeed, the half-orc was right. The clouds overhead were beginning to swirl ominously and the rumbling of thunder could be heard in the distance.

Wind whipped the dirt around them. It would not be long before the rain began to fall.

A dragonshard. Midian's eyes drank in the sight of it. Then the half-orc's words broke him from his reverie. He places the shard in his backpack and hoists himself out again. As he's brushing himself off, he looks up to the sky.

"Can you move, Mr. Warforged? If so, we can perhaps sort out your past along the way. Even if there weren't a storm coming, we have an appointment ourselves to keep, and hopefully we can get our professor's house to provide you some level of repair." He smiles at the thought of the dragonshard in his bag, adding "Surely our new, shiny find ought to put her in a good mood."

 

[Primus]

"I... I am Cog of House Deneith, member of the Defenders Guild," the warforged said. "I arrived here a week earlier than my expected arrival date and was planning to investigate the city. I had just gotten settled in when...." The warforged's eyes blinked on and off again. "How long have I been down there? I have probably been reported AWOL. Unfortuneate...."

 

[Primus]

The Cockatrice Nest tavern was an unexpectedly spacious establishment. Built within a renovated and converted giant ruin, the walls and doorways of the "Nest" were built on a scale for beings much larger than its current cliental. Hanging from the high ceiling was a large wooden chandelier carved to resemble a stylized cockatrice.

The bar, tables, and chairs were all built for people of the Medium size category though, and it was to one of the tables that the heroes, plus Modrinn and Cog were led to a table. The waitress came around and dropped off a number of warm mugs of a fruity warm cider-like punch.

Whoever asks after Barrok Geeli is pointed to the bartender who takes the letter without a word, understanding its importance.

The tavern was a place of rest and relaxation after a long trip and a trying ordeal.

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

Tel grins and walks over to Johan, putting an arm around him and moving him toward Cog.

"Well Cog, don't that jus' beat all. Johan here is some golden boy of that very house. I'm sure he'll explain what happened and why you wasn't really awol. You ain't gonna be in trouble, is he Johan?"

 

[Shayuri]

"An interesting coincidence," murmurs Whisper...her mask having been replaced. "Just as an influential scion of Deneith is to arrive, a lowly warforged employee of that very House is disposed of -without- killing it."

She turns her masked gaze onto the warforged in question. "One might conjecture someone didn't want them to meet."

 

[Bront]

"Cog, I'll see if I can pull some strings. You shouldn't be in any trouble, though I'd like to find out exactly why you were burried down there."

Johan extends a hand to the warforged "Johan d'Deneith, pleasure to meet you. You wouldn't happen to know a man named Llenis did you? Kind of short, no tact..."

 

[jkason]

Midian Rightson

Midian makes his way back from the bar to where his companions are discussing Cog's disposition.

"Letter delivered. Hope you all don't mind, but I ordered a round of drinks while I was up there. Should be here in a minute. I figure we've had ourselves an eventful time already, and the expedition hasn't even set out into the jungle yet. Time for a little indulgence."

As he sits, he leans in to avoid eavesdroppers. "So, what do you guys know about dragonshards, anyway?"

OOC:[sblock]Not sure which knowledge skill might be applicable to dragonshards. I don't figure Nobility and Royalty apply, so I'll try Nature. If it's the wrong area, just disregard:
Know (nature): 12+7=19[/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

Whisper looks over at Midian, her interest piqued.

"Dragonshards...may I see it?"

[sblock]Knowledge: Arcana 7. Sigh. http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=170604 [/sblock]

 

[Bront]

"Well, I know they're sought after, and have magical power, but that's about it." Johan says.

OOC: Likely Knowledge Arcane. Religion and Nobility aren't going to cut it.