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Destro Yersul

Faedorn Politics

Our story begins, like so many others, in a Tavern. The Crossroads in Cliffport isn't exactly a fancy place, but it's Halfling run, and that means quality. The beer is good, at any rate.

As usual, the tavern is filled with noise. The halfling waitress bustles about, taking orders from various patrons, most of whom are also halflings. A pair of dwarves wearing the dark goggles customary to any of their kind that venture aboveground talk animatedly over drinks. Several tall men push through the door, laughing at something one of them just said. there are even a couple elves, though most of the other people ignore them.

Yep, it's just another day in paradise.

((Alright, here we go! Take a few moments to describe your character, and pick a speech colour if you like. I'll be using Blue a lot, just so everybody knows. Standard issue shadowy corners are available for anyone who is so inclined))
helgraf

In a halfling run tavern, perhaps another halfling would just sort of blend into the background. Not so this halfling however, should one's eye happen to catch sight of her - admittedly a valid concern as she stood all of two eight, short even by halfling standards. But once you did catch sight of her, you weren't likely to forget what you'd seen. The woman wore ink like most folks wore clothes - she did, in fact, wear an outfit, but every inch of her exposed skin save the backs of her hands and her face was a canvas of skin-set art. Naval designs warred and meshed with tribal markings. Animals and plants flexed along the muscle lines. Strange symbols alit here and there in spaces between. For her part, she sat at an open table, almost daring someone to work up the nerve to join her. If she was armed, it was not obvious; she kept no great hulking blades about her person, neither axe nor hammer hung at her low-slung belt. Perhaps she had stowed her weapons with the tavernkeeper as insurance for her good behavior. One skilled in the art of reading faces might be able to pick out a slight discomfort underneath the layers of attitude the woman bore.

"Hie tendress, another round to take the salt-edge off the wind!" Her eyes swept the room, looking for any who might care to dispute her right to do so.
El Jaspero

An slight elf sits not quite in the corner, but still placed where he can see all the room's doors. He's quite slight, an effect heightened by his short silver hair and very pale skin. He's wrapped in a soft, dark-grey cloak and long, slender fingers emerge from dark maroon sleeves to curl around a pewter goblet of red wine. Black eyes range over the room as he gestures to flag down a server.
Moozy

((Finally.))

A man steps into the tavern, wearing a thick robe above his worn clothing, perhaps also to hide a weapon in the bulk. He seats himself at a table and glances around the Crossroads, apparently appraising everyone else.
Vael

A priest with black hair and dark eyes enters the tavern quietly, but probably far from unnoticed. He has the stereotypical black robes of a reverend, and a somewhat vague holy symbol hangs about his neck. He smiles at those within the room and sits down at a table, weaving thin fingers adorned with matching silver rings together. All in all, he seems a normal, quiet but nice traveling priest.
Of course, said impression would swiftly go away if one noticed that his real holy symbol was tucked nicely away in a pouch at his side, a symbol of messor, and he quite the collection of onyx gems for the purposes of animating undead. Also, his matching rings were magical enchanted to help him evade difficult questions...
He smiled politely at them all.
DeBunny

A man who had been meditating in his chair for the greater part of the day, slides his green eyes open and leans back in his chair with a sigh. His medium length brown hair slides backwards as gravity wills it revealing pointed ears, but most certainly not to the degree that a typical elf has.
They're too short.
Much to the apparent disapproval of nearby elves, this man happens to be a half-elf. Such disapproval is exactly why the man decided to pick his seat away from patrons of the more "pure" lineage.
He rummages through the many folds of his robe and plucks out a coin of lesser value, requesting a rather mild mead.
The man frowns and grabs his finely made quarterstaff as it begins to fall onto the floor and adjusts it into a more balanced position against the table. He briefly looks down to make sure that his pack is still next to his cahri and hasn't been swiped, upon finding that it hasn't he smiles and turns his attention back upwards.
Destro Yersul

The waitress delivers the requested drinks to their respective tables, smiling up at everyone. Can I get you anything? The man who just entered nods and waves her over. After a whispered discusion she points out a few different people, amongst them each of you. Might want to start by asking one of them. She then hurries off to fetch more drinks.

The man stands, making his way over to the Half-elf. Hello. Mind if I sit?
DeBunny

The half-elf looks up at the man and gestures to a seat, smiling slightly.
Not at all.
Destro Yersul

The man pulls up a chair. My name is Ferro. I've come from Faedorn looking for a number of individuals. Ferro removes a scroll case from his belt and opens it. The Paladins of Aera are having a little trouble with ogres, and I've been sent to find people willing to help out.
DeBunny

Kaziel, pleased to meet you. As for your ogre problem, I'd be willing to help.
The man gives a nod. Admittedly, he sort of likes fights...
I assume there will be some sort of compensation?
That, too.
Destro Yersul

Naturally. I don't have all the details, though. Ferro smiles. I've booked myself passage back on a merchant ship. It will be leaving tommorrow. Seeing as you're interested, I'll secure you a berth.
DeBunny

A small smile comes from Kaziel.
Very kind of you.
He finally decides to take a small drink of his mead, giving an approving nod.
How long would the voyage be?
Destro Yersul

It's not a long trip. The captain knows what he's doing, and we can make port within a couple days. Ferro signals the waitress for an ale, and flips her a coin. If you have no further questions, I should probably go about finding additional people.
DeBunny

I've gotten the answers I want, so I won't hold you longer.
Kaziel takes another drink from his mead.
Destro Yersul

Thank you. Ferro stands and makes his way amongst the various patrons, questioning some of the others that were pointed out. A few refuse, some seem interested. After a short time he reaches the black-robed priest. How about you? Would you be interested in geting rid of some ogres?
Vael

The priest raises an eyebrow.
Ogres? Have there been some problems?
Destro Yersul

Yes, a number of them. There is a particular tribe North of Faedorn that has started attacking settlements more and more often.
Vael

He sighs.
I see. I suppose it is my duty as a priest to administer to the wounded...
Destro Yersul

So you'll help? Excellent. You will, of course, be compensated for your time.
Vael

He nods, while inwardly thinking that it would be a great place to collect some stronger corpses.
Destro Yersul

The ship leaves tommorrow. It's called The Cunning Rogue. Dock four.
Vael

I will be there.
The priest holds to his "holy symbol" which actually just a magical amulet that helps protect his mind, and starts praying.
Destro Yersul

Thanks. The next person Ferro decides to talk to is the Elf in the corner. By this point he's questioned almost everyone that was originally pointed out.
El Jaspero

Lochriss raises an eyebrow at Ferro. "Yes?"
Moozy

The human waitress continues to walk around, bringing orders to those who asked.
helgraf

Pentasa waves the human waitress over. "So, who is this Ferro person, and why did you point him at me and the others here," she inquired under her breath, passing a silver along with the coin for her drink.
Moozy

The waitress tries not to show her repulsion at the halfling's numerous tattoos. She looks down at the silver piece for a moment, before pocketing it and responding simply, "He was looking for adventurers."
helgraf

Pentasa's upper lip curls a bit ... too many of these humans had the same reaction ... but said nothing else to the woman. She instead watched as the fellow went over to speak with the elf.
Destro Yersul

Would you be interested in helping with the removal of a tribe of ogres? They've been causing a fair number of problems lately, and we're currently looking for assistance. Compensation for your time will, of course, be provided.
DeBunny

Kaziel finishes off his mead with a faint smile and closes his eyes, resuming his quiet meditation.
El Jaspero

Lochriss sips his wine. "A man must make his way in the world somehow, at least until he pierces the great veil. How well do you intend to compensate me for my time?"
Destro Yersul

Ferro nods. Quite well, so long as the results meet expectations. Travel expenses will also be paid for.
El Jaspero

The elf gives a soft chuckle. "I assure you, your expectations will be met." He finishes his wine. "How soon do I start?"
Destro Yersul

Our ship leaves for Tierm tomorrow. From there, it's a short trip to Faedorn.
El Jaspero

"We? Don't tell me you're putting together some sort of hackneyed adventuring party."
Destro Yersul

More a team of experts, really. If you're not interested, that's fine. But if you are, the ship is berthed at dock four.
El Jaspero

Lochriss shrugs and gives a wry grin. "One does not get to choose his fate. I will be there." He nods, then turns back to his wine.
Destro Yersul

Goodbye then. For now.. Ferro makes his way over to Pentasa, the only adventurer in the bar he hasn't talked to yet.

Hello.
helgraf

Destro Yersul wrote:
Goodbye then. For now.. Ferro makes his way over to Pentasa, the only adventurer in the bar he hasn't talked to yet.

Hello.


One of her brows raises slightly. The left corner of her lips quirks up a bit. "You here to buy me a drink, holy man?"
Destro Yersul

Ferro smiles and sits down. Wherever I come from, I'm still just a messenger. As to the drink.... He calls the waitress over and orders a couple of pints.
El Jaspero

Not until tomorrow...there's yet tonight for working, at least. Lochriss glances across the tavern, just in case someone happens to be hiring a burglar this evening.
Moozy

The as of yet nameless waitress seems to have other plans for Lochriss tonight; she keeps sending him furtive glances clearly meant to seduce.
helgraf

The halfling laughed, a short bark of a laugh. "You're alright, I guess. So, I figure you're about some business the way you're floating around to all the outcasts and talking with them."

She took her mug, tilting it back for a long pull. "So why don't we get down to it before my bar tab scares you off?"
Destro Yersul

Ferro continues smiling. Fair enough. My business, as it were, is recruitment. Seems the Paladins have got a problem with a number of ogres looting villages, and they want to hire a number of people to remove said ogres. Anyone who wants to sign on shows up at Dock four tomorrow, we board the Cunning Rogue, and we'll be in Faedorn within a few days.
helgraf

"Mmm," she replied, then paused a moment. Another quaff before continuing. "I bear a companion wolf who aids me in my travels. Would this be a problem in the ship's passage?"
Destro Yersul

Something can be arranged. It shouldn't be much trouble.
helgraf

"Then it seems we have an accord. Is the Cunning Rogue a halfling-crafted ship, or do I have to worry about her going down mid-crossing?"
Destro Yersul

She's Halfling craft alright, and built sturdy even for that. I wouldn't worry about her going down.
El Jaspero

Lochriss is not a man to be fussy in his evening plans; he meets the waitress' gaze and casually raises one 14-Cha eyebrow.
Vael

The priest waits, just thinking quietly.
helgraf

"Then we'll meet you at four on th' 'morrow. If there's any decent skin artists in Faedorn, perhaps I'll get a new addition when the work is done."

She lifted her mug in salute, then tossed down the remaining contents.
Moozy

El Jaspero wrote:
Lochriss is not a man to be fussy in his evening plans; he meets the waitress' gaze and casually raises one 14-Cha eyebrow.

She blinks innocently and nods toward the stairs leading to the inn, which has rooms and beds.
Destro Yersul

Perhaps. I shall see you then. Ferro stands, leaving coins on the table for the two drinks he ordered. Then he pushes the door open and walks out, his cloak swishing behind him.
DeBunny

Another rather small session of meditating complete, Kaziel looks around for any waiter(ress)s that he can flag down and ask about lodging.

No one said he lived here.
Destro Yersul

There is a halfling waitress who is currently unoccupied. She's just finished serving a round of drinks, and is on her way back over to the bar.
DeBunny

Kaziel decides that he might as well just get up, so he grabs his pack and quarterstaff before heading towards our little waitress.
Excuse me, miss...
Destro Yersul

What can I help you with? The halfling looks up at him.
DeBunny

I was wondering if there were any loding areas nearby of a somewhat decent price?
Preferably of good quality, but hey, you don't always get what you want.
Destro Yersul

We have rooms upstairs. It's two gold for one day.
DeBunny

Oh, that works, too.
Fair enough. Where do I pay for this?
Destro Yersul

At the bar is fine. The halfling turns, continuing towards said bar. Once there she heads around to the other side of the counter and comes up with a silver key. Here you are. Now, about the two gold?
DeBunny

Kaziel flips his pack around and digs through it for a moment before finding his money pouch.
That should probably be kept somewhere more accessable on second thought...
Anyway, he plucks out the two gold, shiny coins and hands them off to the halfling.
Destro Yersul

Thank you. She passes him the key, which has a "5" embossed on it.
DeBunny

Kaziel gives her a nod and looks around for the staircase, which will be promptly ascended once found.
helgraf

Pentasa, having 1 shiny gold piece to her name, will likely have to slip out of town and use her survival skill to find a safe place to rest for the night. She takes the coins left behind, uses them to pay for the drinks.
((Survival +11 including the bonus for being outdoors and aboveground))

"Tae shae hae be bidding y' farewell for th' night," she says to the other halfling on duty. "I hae to see to m' companion outside town ... mos' folk arenae keen about stabling a wolf, regardless of 'ow disciplined he is. Aside o' which yer bigger employees seem a bit offended by meh art."
El Jaspero

Moozy wrote:
She blinks innocently and nods toward the stairs leading to the inn, which has rooms and beds.


Lochriss finishes his wine with a slight smile, then gives the stairs a nod of his own.
Moozy

She flashes a smile before heading off to serve drinks to a halfling who just hailed her over. The night is still young...
El Jaspero

Lochriss chuckles to himself. No need to rush. No telling what's up those stairs...better to be patient than make an early visit to the Death Father.
Moozy

Time passes slowly tonight in The Crossroads Tavern. Mostly halflings still populate the bar, but there are plenty of tall folk here as well tonight, a couple of which are likely eagerly looking forward to their trip tomorrow. Drinks are bought, drunken NPCs talk among each other, and whatever else happens is not up to me...
Vael

The as of yet unnamed priest starts looking into getting a room for the night.
Moozy

All he must do is talk to a waiter about it, as there is an inn upstairs.
DeBunny

Oh yeah, almost forgot.

Kaziel hunts down his room and lets himself in, peering around it curiously
Vael

The priest goes to talk to a waiter.
Moozy

((DESTRO! WE HAVE AN INN ROOM DESCRIPTION! HOLD THE MAYO!))

A halfling with a moustache nods to the priest. "Did you want something, sir?"
Destro Yersul

The rooms upstairs are nice, though practical. There is a bed, a washbasin and a nightstand. Light comes from a lantern on the nightstand, and the floor is polished hardwood.

The bed is comfortable. No lumpy mattresses or thin sheets here, thank you very much.
Vael

I would like to get a room for the night.
DeBunny

Kaziel gives a satisfied nod and sets his pack next the nightstand, leaning his quarterstaff against the wall.
He sits on the edge of the bed and stretches for a few moments.
Moozy

The waiter nods. "It's two gold."
helgraf

Pentasa, being short on gold and rather wildernessy anyway, heads out to meet with her animal companion and will use Survival skill (taking 10) to find a relatively safe place to camp and rest.
Vael

The priest hands over two gold and heads upstairs.
Moozy

The waiter tosses him a key and then goes off to fetch some dwarf a beer.
DeBunny

By this time, Kaziel has completed his wall staring and lays back on the bed, deciding that now would be as good a time as ever to go to sleep.
So he does so.
El Jaspero

Lochriss will hang around the tavern, idly drinking wine and waiting for closing time so he can, ahem, "escort" the waitress upstairs.
Moozy

This particular waitress seems to always be around to refill his glass when it's empty and give him a roguish wink.

Time passes, unless anyone is going to do something more important.
helgraf

((Nah, feel free to fast forward. Wink ))
Vael

((Definitely. Time to get this moving.))
Destro Yersul

Time goes by. The bar eventually closes, and a good time is had by those who remain awake at this hour.

Morning comes, the rising sun glinting off the water outside. it shines in through the windows of the Crossroads Tavern, causing more than a few of the inhabitants to wake up.

Down at the docks, the Cunning Rogue sits in berth at Dock Four. The crew are already awake, and hard at work getting her ready to leave port.
El Jaspero

Following breakfast, Lochriss saunters down to the docks. Pier four. "Cunning Rogue". How charming. He looks around for Ferro.
Moozy

((Finally. Razz))
Vael

The priest comes to pier four, clad in either the same garb as yesterday, or in another set of the same.
helgraf

The tattooed halfling and her wolf companion were at dock four an hour before sunrise. She would have taken this time to give the Cunning Rogue and her crew good once and twice over; mentally assaying their capability. As a former sailor and shipwright herself, she is naturally curious.
DeBunny

Kaziel, likely the last to awaken, gathers his things before heading downstairs to return his key.
He leaves the tavern and peers around before making his way towards the docks.
Destro Yersul

The Rogue is a fine ship, though she wasn't built for fighting. She was built for speed, and it shows. The hull is crafted from oak, likely chopped from the forests on the mainland. She has four masts, next to no weapons and a figurehead with a smile that suggests she knows more than she's letting on.

Ferro himself is waiting on the poop deck, next to the halfling captain.
helgraf

Pentasa waves an arm at Ferro. "Oy there holy man. Going tae bless th' vessel afore she sets out," she inquires with a hearty laugh before heading up the gangplank to the ship proper. A nod of respect to the Captain.

"She hae the look of a fine fast ship," she mentions to the Captain. "Are we flying under good omens?"
Destro Yersul

Ferro waves back and heads to the railing to watch for the others. Seeing most of them there, he calls to them to come aboard.

That we are. Clear skies from here to Tierm, and our Shipmage tells me it's going to stay that way. The Captain grins and sticks out his hand. Eldon Garret, at your service.
helgraf

She took the hand, and shook it; the Captain would be able to tell she was no stranger to hard work from the callouses on fingers and palm. A tattooed anchor made of bone wove its way up her forearm, among many other designs that marked her flesh.

"Pentasa ÷berwald. And this," a slight nod to the wolf, "i' a guid stalwart o' mine y' can call Dapple. For short. Mayhaps later in th' trip we might meet your Ship's Mage. I hae mus' admit to finding the art fascinating, though I've precious little gift for it m'self," she admitted with a wry grin.
Destro Yersul

Eldon nods. Good to have you aboard. Both of you. I imagine a meeting with old Topmast could be arranged, if we ever get him to come down. He chuckles and gestures towards the main topgallant, where a single figure sits on the yard, watching the sea.
helgraf

"Ahh ... 'e would be up there," she replied with a nod, as if she should have known that to begin with.

"Mind if I walk the deck a bit - more'n tae th' point, is tha' ana' parts ye'd no want me poking aboot in, Captain?"
Destro Yersul

Just the hold. Nothing down there worth looking at. You'll be wanting to stay out of the bilge too. Another chuckle. Have a look around, talk to the sailors, whatever you want. Maybe get yourself a cabin?
Moozy

The sailors, incidentally, are mostly halflings; trained sailors who live in neither Teirm nor Cliffport and make a living out of ferrying people and goods back and forth. The ocassional human has been allowed in the crew as well.

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