Edyn[<-Map Provided]. A realm of the impossible. Where death and carnage reign supreme through the social norms of the natives across the spans of territories. Survival of the fittest could be said for those willing to fight for their survival. Previous civilizations of the prior have risen and fallen in either cataclysmic disaster, reform causing self-implosion or dabbling in the wrongs of mana. The surface of this scape has since been wiped clean of the former and new civilizations are now in uprising. Populations have towned all across the multitude of terrain, such as Tonnsborg, a noble populace that took immediate opportunity to inhabit Neverthere Bay or even the short yet powerful people crafting their own frosted way in the Frostclaw of Linlea. Few dare trek the mysteries of the many caves, caverns, coves and the like that were one inhabited by the prior residence in search of treasure or even famed power.
Though the concepts of mana and the unknown still remain strong. Such dabblings are spoken in low undertones and whispers in the shadows. Every area is owned by a prominent town that reigns over its respective territory. A formal government has yet to be an idea in the minds of the natives.
As there would be through opposing conflict when interacting with another territory war sparks to vie for resource or more land for the greedy. The peaceful natives in Koorva of Esterwyn prefer to lurk and master the art of their own. Shunning any who try to impose upon their woodland territory. Peaceful does not mean a warm welcome is to be had after the request to abow is imposed. The tall and hulking mountaineers of the Blackhills hold too great of an advantage should any force try to invade their lands. Faycliff remains isolated with very few visitors that seek their aid and craft of understanding one's body and mind.
May there be but a few obscurities between each people, there are even those that have not yet dawned from their shelter to face the world of others. Their crafts, arts and knowledge still yet unearthed. Locations such as the Dead Islands, Sovereign's Fall, Lastland, and even Three Sisters are spoken in scarce words between passing strangers or huddle families as they speak to their kin in mind wandering words proved yet true before bed. The world is still yet young, or perhaps old? Near nor there say yay nor nay for time presses forward for these wayward souls.
Beasts are barely being tamed for the purpose of use leaving many a specie to roam the landscapes without hindrance. Rarely is there word of merchants being attack by such beasts of the land, but some regions are avoided for such claims. It seems to the people that the nearer to Sovereign's Fall, the more hostile the creatures become without proper reason, but hunger is nigh a one.
The sky holds its own wondrous tales by its own, spoken more aloud than most rumors. They say something is allegedly 'amiss' when you gaze upon the two moons at dawn in Morninglight.
The people of Faycliff have their own tall tales of their own. So high up in the mountains with a view so captivating that one can tread upon the clouds themselves! Though.. not a one dare step from the edge of Blackcliff's ridge.
Though the concepts of mana and the unknown still remain strong. Such dabblings are spoken in low undertones and whispers in the shadows. Every area is owned by a prominent town that reigns over its respective territory. A formal government has yet to be an idea in the minds of the natives.
As there would be through opposing conflict when interacting with another territory war sparks to vie for resource or more land for the greedy. The peaceful natives in Koorva of Esterwyn prefer to lurk and master the art of their own. Shunning any who try to impose upon their woodland territory. Peaceful does not mean a warm welcome is to be had after the request to abow is imposed. The tall and hulking mountaineers of the Blackhills hold too great of an advantage should any force try to invade their lands. Faycliff remains isolated with very few visitors that seek their aid and craft of understanding one's body and mind.
May there be but a few obscurities between each people, there are even those that have not yet dawned from their shelter to face the world of others. Their crafts, arts and knowledge still yet unearthed. Locations such as the Dead Islands, Sovereign's Fall, Lastland, and even Three Sisters are spoken in scarce words between passing strangers or huddle families as they speak to their kin in mind wandering words proved yet true before bed. The world is still yet young, or perhaps old? Near nor there say yay nor nay for time presses forward for these wayward souls.
Beasts are barely being tamed for the purpose of use leaving many a specie to roam the landscapes without hindrance. Rarely is there word of merchants being attack by such beasts of the land, but some regions are avoided for such claims. It seems to the people that the nearer to Sovereign's Fall, the more hostile the creatures become without proper reason, but hunger is nigh a one.
The sky holds its own wondrous tales by its own, spoken more aloud than most rumors. They say something is allegedly 'amiss' when you gaze upon the two moons at dawn in Morninglight.
The people of Faycliff have their own tall tales of their own. So high up in the mountains with a view so captivating that one can tread upon the clouds themselves! Though.. not a one dare step from the edge of Blackcliff's ridge.
Valos Morpheo kicked the dust beneath his bare feet angrily as he walked the nameless trail that would eventually bring him to a named town, known as Haven.
It's almost impossible, Valos thought to himself, I have slightly better rags and the same damn stick I had when I left that hovel called home what seems like years ago, His mind bitterly blamed his misfortune.
"I will not quit," As far as he knew, Valos was alone on this caked path; he spoke only to himself. His stomach growled ravenously, attempting to discourage Valos from his set path, attempting to force Valos to "Settle" for less than what he desired.
"I will make it."
Valos continued down the packed-dirt goat-trail, his bare feet long calloused past bleeding. Just a few more miles...
Valos crested one final hill, and their lay the settlement of Haven. He made his way into town, his inconspicuous attire drawing few stares. he made his way to the nearest tavern, sat on a rotting stool in the corner, and gave the first serving girl to come his way a few coppers for a flagon of any liquid; Valos was so thirsty it did not matter what she would bring him.
It's almost impossible, Valos thought to himself, I have slightly better rags and the same damn stick I had when I left that hovel called home what seems like years ago, His mind bitterly blamed his misfortune.
"I will not quit," As far as he knew, Valos was alone on this caked path; he spoke only to himself. His stomach growled ravenously, attempting to discourage Valos from his set path, attempting to force Valos to "Settle" for less than what he desired.
"I will make it."
Valos continued down the packed-dirt goat-trail, his bare feet long calloused past bleeding. Just a few more miles...
Valos crested one final hill, and their lay the settlement of Haven. He made his way into town, his inconspicuous attire drawing few stares. he made his way to the nearest tavern, sat on a rotting stool in the corner, and gave the first serving girl to come his way a few coppers for a flagon of any liquid; Valos was so thirsty it did not matter what she would bring him.
Siren had made the trip from his home days ago. He was still recuperating, his back aching from camping on rocks. His feet were also bandaged up beneath his boots.
Siren was a simple, in clothing. His grey tunic, recently washed, was stitched so that the neckline wasn't overexposed. His trousers were tucked under his boots, and his black cloak was stitched from his tromp through the thorns. The only thing about his clothing that wasn't peasant-like were his crisp white gloves, a gift from his friends back home.
His long white hair had been put in a simple braid that day, and his amber eyes were tired. He watched the newcomer with interest.
Siren was a simple, in clothing. His grey tunic, recently washed, was stitched so that the neckline wasn't overexposed. His trousers were tucked under his boots, and his black cloak was stitched from his tromp through the thorns. The only thing about his clothing that wasn't peasant-like were his crisp white gloves, a gift from his friends back home.
His long white hair had been put in a simple braid that day, and his amber eyes were tired. He watched the newcomer with interest.
The city of West Guard had been the birthplace of a man named Feldar Verdince. Recently Feldar had gone out of his way traveling to head towards The Altan Wastes. Feldar had heard of the rumors of the thing going on in the Sovereigns Fall and it peaked his interest. Feldar wasn't a man who had much going for him, in fact he had almost nothing to his name.
To protect himself from the elements Feldar wore a cloak. The cloak stretched down to the ground dragging across the dirt. The cloak was tattered and was that of a slick gray color. It seemed to be the only real thing that the man owned. Otherwise seemed to have his feet wrapped in a darkened cloth for protection and comfort. The man wore his hood up as he walked through the streets of Haven... The place which he was required to pass through to reach his destination. Perhaps the man would stop to look for a bite to eat or perhaps, even some place to spend the night.
Feldar didn't have any money to offer for he had spent it on the cloak. He figured that his labor would be good enough for him to get something. Maybe he could work for the local Tavern for a few nights for a place to stay and a handful of bread. He wasn't sure of what the Tavern held but, he needed something to eat, other wise he'd be in a dire state soon.
To protect himself from the elements Feldar wore a cloak. The cloak stretched down to the ground dragging across the dirt. The cloak was tattered and was that of a slick gray color. It seemed to be the only real thing that the man owned. Otherwise seemed to have his feet wrapped in a darkened cloth for protection and comfort. The man wore his hood up as he walked through the streets of Haven... The place which he was required to pass through to reach his destination. Perhaps the man would stop to look for a bite to eat or perhaps, even some place to spend the night.
Feldar didn't have any money to offer for he had spent it on the cloak. He figured that his labor would be good enough for him to get something. Maybe he could work for the local Tavern for a few nights for a place to stay and a handful of bread. He wasn't sure of what the Tavern held but, he needed something to eat, other wise he'd be in a dire state soon.
Hailing from the town of Forget, Korr had been on his own since he was a teenager. He left the town as soon as he could fend for himself. On his travels Korr was told tales of the dangers of The Atlan Wastes and was regaled by stories of The Sovereigns Fall. He had been on his own for several years now and had learned how to live off the land. Korr had earned enough money to get by with odd jobs and conning the more gullible out of their gold. All he had was his hunting knife, a journal, the clothes on his back, and a small amount of gold on him.
Korr donned black pants that hung over his dirty worn out shoes. His brown jacket was torn in several places revealing the black shirt that he wore underneath. Over his shoulder was a messenger bag that held all of his belongings as he traveled around the west coast of Edyn. Korr wasn't a very strong man, but what he lacked in strength he made up in wit. He was looking for someone to accompany him to the wastes and the closest town was Haven so that's where he was headed.
As he arrived in Haven Korr immediately went to the tavern for he was exhausted and starving from the most recent stretch of his journey. he rented himself a room and used what was left of his gold to buy himself a cup of mead and a plate of meat. Korr sat back in the Tavern as he ate looking for anyone that might pique his interest.
Korr donned black pants that hung over his dirty worn out shoes. His brown jacket was torn in several places revealing the black shirt that he wore underneath. Over his shoulder was a messenger bag that held all of his belongings as he traveled around the west coast of Edyn. Korr wasn't a very strong man, but what he lacked in strength he made up in wit. He was looking for someone to accompany him to the wastes and the closest town was Haven so that's where he was headed.
As he arrived in Haven Korr immediately went to the tavern for he was exhausted and starving from the most recent stretch of his journey. he rented himself a room and used what was left of his gold to buy himself a cup of mead and a plate of meat. Korr sat back in the Tavern as he ate looking for anyone that might pique his interest.
The town of Haven. Quite the haven indeed for mercenaries and assassins from every which way across the land of Edyn. The sun was high in the sky with nearly a cloud in sight. This was the season of warmth and harvest, but also near a time to trek lands almost untraversable given harsh weather conditions such as torrential downpours or blizzards with winds strong enough to sweep you off your feet! Haven was always crowded with people with sporadic intent. One to be seeking to start a guild to defend the innocent! Others.. not so much. What also makes Haven such a place of curiousness is just how close it is to the mountain peaks that line the arid desert of The Walk of Kings. It is well known that that creatures and nearby inhabitants of Haven are fairly ferocious, yet there is something about the ambience of what surrounds Haven that quells their desire to kill, quite frankly, Haven is roughly stated to be only place where a man can walk about without being mauled and maimed.
The Tavern of Haven! Many a faces gather here to hear about the latest rumors circulating around the western side of Edyn. The main hive within an already buzzing town. Valos' request was to be fulfilled. The serving girl took coins with a delightful look upon her face. "Comin' right up!" She peeped as she hurried off to fetch the man a decent sized flagon of their moderate quality mead topped off with a head of foam still dripping down the chilled steel. " 'ere y'go!" The flagon was placed down on the counter fairly abruptly; there were almost no time for pleasantries with how busy they were so a bit of the mead spilled over the side and onto the counter. To Valos' possible delight there would be a slight taste of honey when drank.
As the serving girl scampered off to assist the next customer she bumped into one of her co-workers who also was moving in a hurry. Oh how they loved to gossip! GIrls stuck working at a tavern until an opportunity comes their way. Anything better than whoring themselves for money and sanctuary around these parts. "Did you hear!?" One of the girls shouted in delight. Without even waiting for a response she continued on. "The new word on the road is that there was a woman seen last night walking on the water's of Shimmine Lake!" Her partner shouted out. "A woman walking on lake Shimmirine!? 'ow absurd!" Waving a finger in dismissal. The two had to be fairly loud with all of the shouting already going on between a group of nearby travelers debating on whether they should try seeking out the arcane treasures supposedly lost from an age long ago beneath the Gold Mountains. See, there's quite the reason it holds such a name. Word of mouth to those who have not been there say that the mountain itself lights up like a golden beacon during a certain time of day, but only at a certain angle. The angle has not yet been confirmed, but that itself holds a whole unearthed truth of its own.
The tavern soon fell quiet when the doors were broken in by a big, hulking man of seasoned quality. The man was ragged without a weapon in hand. The look in his eye was one of death and decay. "I've seen it." He mumbled with a hushed tone. "See wha', deary?" One of the tavern girls hollered over. "The truth.. the truth behind it all!" Felfar would have seen this rugged man's entry on his way to the same location. "I near not escaped with my life, but I know what lay beneath Southheart!" This was a new one. Some people in the tavern gasped and other's challenged a probable bluff. The adventurer took a step in. "A cove I say! --" Unfortunately this man would not be able to finish his story for a blue haired man had made swift approach and placed a hand onto the adventurer's shoulder and leaned in. Lips moved, but words unheard to anyone but the adventurer. It was brief. "No.." The male uttered in quaking terror.
What happened next was something to question. The hulking adventurer took a step away from the blue haired man who removed the placed hand and proceeded to exit the tavern. "No! NO! You blue haired devil!" Reaching out to nab the man before his exit was complete his body had suddenly froze in place. "You're one of t--h--e...A--.." The man's functions appeared to be slowing down originating from the very core of his body. Soon enough everyone could see what was being done to the news bringer. His body had begun to crystallize. Fragments of crystal began sprouting all across the man's body, at first, slowly but soon it had begun a rapid growth. Some of those who were standing near the event stepped away in confusion and fear. The crystallization did not last long for soon the external shell of vision disorienting crystal began to crack and fall from the crystal whole. What finally became clearly visible now that the veil was removing itself was a corpse drained of its life energies. The entire process took no more than a minute a half.
The same blue haired man passed by Feldar although did not see him as any more than a civilian. The escape was simple enough. Given the layout of Haven. Slinking out of the tavern [The building on the right side of the picture] and navigate through several tree lines and hike over a few hills. Simple enough. An escape route has not yet been mapped to common knowledge.
The people within the tavern were left with a corpse upon a bed of crystals that were gradually losing their luster. A sign that the life force the were given and had drained were ebbing away until dull and useless.
The Tavern of Haven! Many a faces gather here to hear about the latest rumors circulating around the western side of Edyn. The main hive within an already buzzing town. Valos' request was to be fulfilled. The serving girl took coins with a delightful look upon her face. "Comin' right up!" She peeped as she hurried off to fetch the man a decent sized flagon of their moderate quality mead topped off with a head of foam still dripping down the chilled steel. " 'ere y'go!" The flagon was placed down on the counter fairly abruptly; there were almost no time for pleasantries with how busy they were so a bit of the mead spilled over the side and onto the counter. To Valos' possible delight there would be a slight taste of honey when drank.
As the serving girl scampered off to assist the next customer she bumped into one of her co-workers who also was moving in a hurry. Oh how they loved to gossip! GIrls stuck working at a tavern until an opportunity comes their way. Anything better than whoring themselves for money and sanctuary around these parts. "Did you hear!?" One of the girls shouted in delight. Without even waiting for a response she continued on. "The new word on the road is that there was a woman seen last night walking on the water's of Shimmine Lake!" Her partner shouted out. "A woman walking on lake Shimmirine!? 'ow absurd!" Waving a finger in dismissal. The two had to be fairly loud with all of the shouting already going on between a group of nearby travelers debating on whether they should try seeking out the arcane treasures supposedly lost from an age long ago beneath the Gold Mountains. See, there's quite the reason it holds such a name. Word of mouth to those who have not been there say that the mountain itself lights up like a golden beacon during a certain time of day, but only at a certain angle. The angle has not yet been confirmed, but that itself holds a whole unearthed truth of its own.
The tavern soon fell quiet when the doors were broken in by a big, hulking man of seasoned quality. The man was ragged without a weapon in hand. The look in his eye was one of death and decay. "I've seen it." He mumbled with a hushed tone. "See wha', deary?" One of the tavern girls hollered over. "The truth.. the truth behind it all!" Felfar would have seen this rugged man's entry on his way to the same location. "I near not escaped with my life, but I know what lay beneath Southheart!" This was a new one. Some people in the tavern gasped and other's challenged a probable bluff. The adventurer took a step in. "A cove I say! --" Unfortunately this man would not be able to finish his story for a blue haired man had made swift approach and placed a hand onto the adventurer's shoulder and leaned in. Lips moved, but words unheard to anyone but the adventurer. It was brief. "No.." The male uttered in quaking terror.
What happened next was something to question. The hulking adventurer took a step away from the blue haired man who removed the placed hand and proceeded to exit the tavern. "No! NO! You blue haired devil!" Reaching out to nab the man before his exit was complete his body had suddenly froze in place. "You're one of t--h--e...A--.." The man's functions appeared to be slowing down originating from the very core of his body. Soon enough everyone could see what was being done to the news bringer. His body had begun to crystallize. Fragments of crystal began sprouting all across the man's body, at first, slowly but soon it had begun a rapid growth. Some of those who were standing near the event stepped away in confusion and fear. The crystallization did not last long for soon the external shell of vision disorienting crystal began to crack and fall from the crystal whole. What finally became clearly visible now that the veil was removing itself was a corpse drained of its life energies. The entire process took no more than a minute a half.
The same blue haired man passed by Feldar although did not see him as any more than a civilian. The escape was simple enough. Given the layout of Haven. Slinking out of the tavern [The building on the right side of the picture] and navigate through several tree lines and hike over a few hills. Simple enough. An escape route has not yet been mapped to common knowledge.
The people within the tavern were left with a corpse upon a bed of crystals that were gradually losing their luster. A sign that the life force the were given and had drained were ebbing away until dull and useless.
Valos watched the three newcomers with intrigue, slowly sipping the cloying, awful ale the young wench had brought him; the flavor of which reminded Valos of his current stature in life.
Valos decided to stand from the slump stool he sat upon, fearing that the wormy wood would give beneath his weight. Valos was the tallest man in the room, with naturally broad frame that begged to be stretched with muscle; unfortunately, Valos's current nutrition only allowed him to be a wiry hulk.
Valos saw hulking man that was almost as tall as he was enter the rotting tavern, saw the blue-haired man turn him to crystal, and saw the blue-haired man make a swift escape. Valos stood, stole a flagon of the shitty mead from another table. He quaffed the drink quickly, before belching rudely.
"If I go kill Little Boy Blue will I be rewarded by the people of Haven, or will it be taken as a simple act of kindness and a waste of my time?" Valos wondered loudly, waiting for someone, anyone to answer his ethically disputable question.
Valos decided to stand from the slump stool he sat upon, fearing that the wormy wood would give beneath his weight. Valos was the tallest man in the room, with naturally broad frame that begged to be stretched with muscle; unfortunately, Valos's current nutrition only allowed him to be a wiry hulk.
Valos saw hulking man that was almost as tall as he was enter the rotting tavern, saw the blue-haired man turn him to crystal, and saw the blue-haired man make a swift escape. Valos stood, stole a flagon of the shitty mead from another table. He quaffed the drink quickly, before belching rudely.
"If I go kill Little Boy Blue will I be rewarded by the people of Haven, or will it be taken as a simple act of kindness and a waste of my time?" Valos wondered loudly, waiting for someone, anyone to answer his ethically disputable question.
The blue man had passed Feldar at a normal pace. Although, Feldar realized something was up with that man almost instantaneously. He had pieced together that something happened inside the Tavern at the same time the man left. Feldar didn't want to get mixed up with what ever could have happened.
Feldar turned his head around the corner of the doorway looking inside. It seemed that the entire Tavern was in some sort of ruckus and everyone was either shocked or horrified. He seemed confused until he had looked down and noticed the pile of a crystallized pieces. What on earth is this mess? I'm not even sure I recognize this kind of item.
Feldar leaned down on one knee next to the Rubble of crystals. Feldar was a fairly large man but it wasn't something that was out of place. As Feldar went down to one knee his cloak began to expand upon the floor. He lowered his hood so it rested upon his neck and around it. The cloak opened up from the front and his arm came out heading towards the crystals.
He cautiously reached out and picked up a few of them in his hand. He rolled them in his palm and tried to examine them. The only conclusion Feldar could come by was that they were not natural. He stuffed a few of them down into his pockets of his cloak.
Feldar rose up from the ground his eyes set on the people of the Tavern. "Anyone care to explain to me what even occurred here today?" Feldar scanned the Tavern for possibly anyone who wished to even talk to him. Instead of pursuing such an idea Feldar had moved off to the side of the Tavern. He leaned back against the wall keeping a watchful eye over everyone and everything.
Feldar turned his head around the corner of the doorway looking inside. It seemed that the entire Tavern was in some sort of ruckus and everyone was either shocked or horrified. He seemed confused until he had looked down and noticed the pile of a crystallized pieces. What on earth is this mess? I'm not even sure I recognize this kind of item.
Feldar leaned down on one knee next to the Rubble of crystals. Feldar was a fairly large man but it wasn't something that was out of place. As Feldar went down to one knee his cloak began to expand upon the floor. He lowered his hood so it rested upon his neck and around it. The cloak opened up from the front and his arm came out heading towards the crystals.
He cautiously reached out and picked up a few of them in his hand. He rolled them in his palm and tried to examine them. The only conclusion Feldar could come by was that they were not natural. He stuffed a few of them down into his pockets of his cloak.
Feldar rose up from the ground his eyes set on the people of the Tavern. "Anyone care to explain to me what even occurred here today?" Feldar scanned the Tavern for possibly anyone who wished to even talk to him. Instead of pursuing such an idea Feldar had moved off to the side of the Tavern. He leaned back against the wall keeping a watchful eye over everyone and everything.
Korr was sitting in the back of the tavern eating his meal as the blue haired man walked in. He nearly spit up his food as he saw the large man begin to crystallize and fall to the floor. Korr was finishing his meal waiting for all of the fuss to die down as he watched the tall, thin man rise for his seat and question if there was gain to avenging the fallen. Korr also noticed the cloaked man enter the tavern and inspect the gems that lay across the floor.
As the man in the cloak asked for an explanation Korr rose from his seat and walked over to the body. By the time Korr reached the body the cloaked man had already left, wanting to inspect it himself Korr glanced over the shriveled up lifeless body. He had never seen death come in this form before, it perplexed him. Korr also picked up a now dim, rock-like gem and held it in his hand.
"Well i'm interested." Korr stated out loud as he approached the tall thin man. "You seek this blue man, yes? Mind if I tag along?" He looked up to the man awaiting a response.
As the man in the cloak asked for an explanation Korr rose from his seat and walked over to the body. By the time Korr reached the body the cloaked man had already left, wanting to inspect it himself Korr glanced over the shriveled up lifeless body. He had never seen death come in this form before, it perplexed him. Korr also picked up a now dim, rock-like gem and held it in his hand.
"Well i'm interested." Korr stated out loud as he approached the tall thin man. "You seek this blue man, yes? Mind if I tag along?" He looked up to the man awaiting a response.
"The more the merrier," Valos spoke, not sounding very merry at all. Valos expected one or two zealous individuals to step forward and go with him: Openly stating his intentions would have been fruitless otherwise.
Valos ungracefully lumbered over to the dead man, visually searching him for any valuables. None were visible, and Valos wasn't going to risk touching the fading gems for a few pieces of copper.
Valos exited the building without waiting for Korr, querying townsfolk of their knowledge of the blue man. His brief verbal search was almost fruitless.
Valos ungracefully lumbered over to the dead man, visually searching him for any valuables. None were visible, and Valos wasn't going to risk touching the fading gems for a few pieces of copper.
Valos exited the building without waiting for Korr, querying townsfolk of their knowledge of the blue man. His brief verbal search was almost fruitless.
Feldar while watching everyone in the Tavern saw two people begin to exchange some sort of words. The one man had approached the other without any sort of warning. The two seemed to say a few things... Than the larger of the two went towards the corpse. He seemed to examine it then head out of the Tavern. Feldar was a bit left in the dark with what was going on.
Feldar pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning against. Feldar seemed to keep a watchful eye on the larger man as he seemed to talk to the towns folk. Perhaps he had been gathering information or could he be up to something else. This wasn't something Feldar could tell from a far.
Feldar kept his distance from the man by quite a lot and followed his movements carefully. Feldar was new to Haven and he didn't know who could be trusted. After alltthis man could have been involved with that incident in the Tavern.
After following the man for a bit Feldar decided to confront him while no one was around. Feldar walked out from the shadows of one of the buildings and moved over towards Valos. "So, What did you see in the Tavern?" Feldar had walked over to Valos and stopped in front of him. "I know what occurred in that Tavern wasn't natural. You could say that it intrigued me though. What are you planning to do?"
Obviously Feldar seemed to come off in a bad way. Which, hadn't been his original intentions but he thought Valos might be mixed up with it. Therefore Feldar wasn't coming off as one of the 'good' people. Although, that was far from the case and Feldar was actually kind at heart.
Feldar pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning against. Feldar seemed to keep a watchful eye on the larger man as he seemed to talk to the towns folk. Perhaps he had been gathering information or could he be up to something else. This wasn't something Feldar could tell from a far.
Feldar kept his distance from the man by quite a lot and followed his movements carefully. Feldar was new to Haven and he didn't know who could be trusted. After alltthis man could have been involved with that incident in the Tavern.
After following the man for a bit Feldar decided to confront him while no one was around. Feldar walked out from the shadows of one of the buildings and moved over towards Valos. "So, What did you see in the Tavern?" Feldar had walked over to Valos and stopped in front of him. "I know what occurred in that Tavern wasn't natural. You could say that it intrigued me though. What are you planning to do?"
Obviously Feldar seemed to come off in a bad way. Which, hadn't been his original intentions but he thought Valos might be mixed up with it. Therefore Feldar wasn't coming off as one of the 'good' people. Although, that was far from the case and Feldar was actually kind at heart.
Siren saw this all happen. The world seemed to play in slow motion. His amber eyes glued to the crystallized man, his mind began racing. He had seen this once before. Back home.... back home....
He got up quickly. His small frame easily wormed its way through the crowd and he burst out of the tavern. He quickly made sure his gloves were tight. Conceal. Conceal.
He felt a flurry of emotions run through him. All which deepened his eternal guilt. He ran from the tavern.
He couldn't face anyone. His emotions would make it happen again. His emotions would make them know the truth. He took random turns, several twists, until he ran straight into the back of Feldar.
He was so small and feminine for a man his age, the bump had no affect on the larger man. However, Siren fell on his back, all the wind being knocked out of him.
//Siren is so tiny compared to everyone.
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He got up quickly. His small frame easily wormed its way through the crowd and he burst out of the tavern. He quickly made sure his gloves were tight. Conceal. Conceal.
He felt a flurry of emotions run through him. All which deepened his eternal guilt. He ran from the tavern.
He couldn't face anyone. His emotions would make it happen again. His emotions would make them know the truth. He took random turns, several twists, until he ran straight into the back of Feldar.
He was so small and feminine for a man his age, the bump had no affect on the larger man. However, Siren fell on his back, all the wind being knocked out of him.
//Siren is so tiny compared to everyone.
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The tavern was at a loss of words. Any call for response fell on faces stuck in a petrified state. So much for the brave and fearless warriors, hm? Aside from the peculiar individuals breaking the silence with their open questions left unanswered there was a slow whisp of hush tones beginning to fill the air. No one paid them any mind and if anything were being seen as fools. Who would dare pursue such a thing after an event sourcing from arcane arts once thought to be long lost resurfacing like this in public? There might as well have been a barrier around the immediate proximity of these individuals for no one dared step within a four foot radius of any a one. Not only were the men who questioned the event shunned for their blunt course of curiousness, but the corpse was turned upon blind eyes and the people of the tavern resumed as they would have.. just a bit quieter with a lumming terror.
Should the adventurer's decide to travel to Southheart; the place briefly mentioned by the hulking traveler before his untimely demise, it would be easy to find sure enough. The river that fed out from Shimmine Lake lead out to the marshlands of Southheart. It would be roughly a day's worth in travel by foot, but there were options for the men should they choose. On the road leading into Haven were a group of leather clad men riding horses. These men bore a few poorly crafted weapons with them. A battle axe, a rusted sword, a bow and quiver and a rope wound up and hooked to the archer seeming man's hip. Each of these men rode upon horses that trotted lazily down the road toward Haven. The man with the battleaxe was a hefty seeming male and the air willed with his bellow of a laugh. The other two chuckled in amusement over a joke that may have been shared. [If confronted dice rolls for battle. OR Silent knockout rolls]
Over a ways though at the center of Haven was a merchant's wagon that was stocking up for a trip. The owner of the wagon was drunkenly stumbling out of the very same tavern they had left. "Woooooo--eeeee!" He hollered. "Damn near got as quiet as a wee mouse. mhm!" The merchant belched some as he stumbled back to gather his bearings against the tavern door before staggering his way toward his wagon. The vehicle itself was to be towed by two beasts of burden roped around their torso with sturdy multi-twined rope. The wagon itself is clearly open to be stolen and its bounty pillagable on the way. Or even, instead of robbing the poor drunk blind, requesting his aid is a possibility![Charisma Roll]
Were the adventurers not interested in traveling to Southheart, a shrilling scream echoed out from within the tavern as if there had not already been enough events in there for one day! The corpse had begun to twitch and thrash around as if it were having a seizure. Something was definitely amiss..
Side note: Rolls will be a 1d100, however any rolls put out before this edit are fine with what you put up.
Should the adventurer's decide to travel to Southheart; the place briefly mentioned by the hulking traveler before his untimely demise, it would be easy to find sure enough. The river that fed out from Shimmine Lake lead out to the marshlands of Southheart. It would be roughly a day's worth in travel by foot, but there were options for the men should they choose. On the road leading into Haven were a group of leather clad men riding horses. These men bore a few poorly crafted weapons with them. A battle axe, a rusted sword, a bow and quiver and a rope wound up and hooked to the archer seeming man's hip. Each of these men rode upon horses that trotted lazily down the road toward Haven. The man with the battleaxe was a hefty seeming male and the air willed with his bellow of a laugh. The other two chuckled in amusement over a joke that may have been shared. [If confronted dice rolls for battle. OR Silent knockout rolls]
Over a ways though at the center of Haven was a merchant's wagon that was stocking up for a trip. The owner of the wagon was drunkenly stumbling out of the very same tavern they had left. "Woooooo--eeeee!" He hollered. "Damn near got as quiet as a wee mouse. mhm!" The merchant belched some as he stumbled back to gather his bearings against the tavern door before staggering his way toward his wagon. The vehicle itself was to be towed by two beasts of burden roped around their torso with sturdy multi-twined rope. The wagon itself is clearly open to be stolen and its bounty pillagable on the way. Or even, instead of robbing the poor drunk blind, requesting his aid is a possibility![Charisma Roll]
Were the adventurers not interested in traveling to Southheart, a shrilling scream echoed out from within the tavern as if there had not already been enough events in there for one day! The corpse had begun to twitch and thrash around as if it were having a seizure. Something was definitely amiss..
Side note: Rolls will be a 1d100, however any rolls put out before this edit are fine with what you put up.
Korr left the lifeless tavern after Valos and noticed the stumbling drunk outsides its doors. Korr approached the drunk as he stumbled towards his wagon. "Hello i'm Korr Halafar and you appear to be riding these roads alone, isn't that slightly dangerous? Even these towns aren't safe, did you not hear the man just murdered in that tavern. These towns are much safer then what you'll encounter out there. You could assist me and possibly my companion in traversing these lands and we could help you defend yourself. It will only cost you some gold, but isn't a small amount of gold worth your life?"
Korr continued to speak without waiting for the man to respond hoping to convince the man of how much he needed him, for traveling this way was not just faster than walking but safer as well. As Korr waited for a response he saw the cloaked man approach Valos and seem to start a conversation. He then watched a smaller person run into the cloaked man leaving him unfazed and knocking the smaller one on their back, Korr couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he saw this unfold.
Korr continued to speak without waiting for the man to respond hoping to convince the man of how much he needed him, for traveling this way was not just faster than walking but safer as well. As Korr waited for a response he saw the cloaked man approach Valos and seem to start a conversation. He then watched a smaller person run into the cloaked man leaving him unfazed and knocking the smaller one on their back, Korr couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he saw this unfold.
rolled 1d20 and got 10
Valos sighed at the pitiful amount of information he had gathered. The townsfolk of Haven simply didn't want to become involved in any matter that hadn't directly included them from the beginning. He saw Korr attempting to negotiate passage to Southheart, and trotted over to the negotiations.
He stood silent, his unnaturally slim build towering over both men, while Korr spoke with the man, who appeared to be ridiculously drunk. If they did manage to get passage, was considering killing, or otherwise incapacitating the man once they were outside of town, then taking his gold, cart, horses, and whatever else of value the drunkard possessed. It was, after all, impossible to be a poor addict.
He stood silent, his unnaturally slim build towering over both men, while Korr spoke with the man, who appeared to be ridiculously drunk. If they did manage to get passage, was considering killing, or otherwise incapacitating the man once they were outside of town, then taking his gold, cart, horses, and whatever else of value the drunkard possessed. It was, after all, impossible to be a poor addict.
Feldar had stopped in his tracks as he heard the scream coming from inside the Tavern. Feldar did what seemed to be a double take as he tried to decide what was more important. In his mind he was debating whether to follow Valos or check in on the tavern.
It didn't take long for a decision to be made up by the man. He quickly turned around and went towards the Tavern once more. He opened up the doors once more walking into the Tavern. Although, He was soon met by something that wasn't expected. The corpse that had been within the Tavern seemed to be acting on its own.
Feldar quickly moved over to the spot where this was taking place. There wasn't much Feldar could think of when it came how to stop something like this. He wasn't aware of any kind of magic or reliant on any kinds of combat at this point. But, worst of all Feldar was just confused as to what was even happening. Could the man still be alive or was he coming back to life? It wasn't something he could even stop to think about.
The only thing in Feldar's possession that could even stop this was his cloak. He didn't like the idea of losing one of his only possessions but, he figured it'd have to be done for everyone's sake. Feldar took off his Cloak and moved over to the thrashing body.
Underneath the cloak was worn down clothing that was his current attire. He seemed to be wearing ragged trousers that ended around where his shins were. At the point where it ended it seemed torn off around the shin. He wore a shirt that seemed to be torn and worn down. Although, it seemed to be relatively okay compared to the trousers he wore. His feet were still wrapped in darkened cloth for comfort and protection while walking.
Feldar took a moment to decide how to subdue the trashing corpse. Feldar folded up the cloak until it was thick enough where it wouldn't rip. He waited till the corpse's back had lifted off the ground and slid the cloak underneath it. He grabbed both ends of the cloak and tied the them together. The cloak would be wrapped around the upper torso of the body and keeping the arms at bay from flailing. Feldar didn't really have a way to stop anymore than what he had already done. The only thing Feldar had to worry about now was if the crystals would be enough friction to tear apart the cloak and undo his work.
It didn't take long for a decision to be made up by the man. He quickly turned around and went towards the Tavern once more. He opened up the doors once more walking into the Tavern. Although, He was soon met by something that wasn't expected. The corpse that had been within the Tavern seemed to be acting on its own.
Feldar quickly moved over to the spot where this was taking place. There wasn't much Feldar could think of when it came how to stop something like this. He wasn't aware of any kind of magic or reliant on any kinds of combat at this point. But, worst of all Feldar was just confused as to what was even happening. Could the man still be alive or was he coming back to life? It wasn't something he could even stop to think about.
The only thing in Feldar's possession that could even stop this was his cloak. He didn't like the idea of losing one of his only possessions but, he figured it'd have to be done for everyone's sake. Feldar took off his Cloak and moved over to the thrashing body.
Underneath the cloak was worn down clothing that was his current attire. He seemed to be wearing ragged trousers that ended around where his shins were. At the point where it ended it seemed torn off around the shin. He wore a shirt that seemed to be torn and worn down. Although, it seemed to be relatively okay compared to the trousers he wore. His feet were still wrapped in darkened cloth for comfort and protection while walking.
Feldar took a moment to decide how to subdue the trashing corpse. Feldar folded up the cloak until it was thick enough where it wouldn't rip. He waited till the corpse's back had lifted off the ground and slid the cloak underneath it. He grabbed both ends of the cloak and tied the them together. The cloak would be wrapped around the upper torso of the body and keeping the arms at bay from flailing. Feldar didn't really have a way to stop anymore than what he had already done. The only thing Feldar had to worry about now was if the crystals would be enough friction to tear apart the cloak and undo his work.
This was fortunate. To take the initiative and tie down the body's flailing arms to refrain from movement because of the unknown. The question of 'What If' seeming to be what played through everyone's mind at the time. Something such as this, the uncertainty that riddled Feldar's mind was a little less pronounce than the others within the tavern. Again, as if there had not already been enough going-ons in this place for one day. Shortly after the corpse was tied up by the multi-folded cloak it calmed. No longer thrashing but muscles clearly still functioning sporadically with hyper-tensions and feet buckling inwards towards the corpse's rear. Additionally the bed of crystals played no roll towards undoing the binds that held the body.
One final time the torso hiked up using both lower back and neck with mouth opening wide. A breath had been taken then exhaled. That was it. It went limp. Crashing back down onto the pile of dull crystals beneath its back. A brief duration had gone by since the last motion expressed by the corpse before it crumbled into dust leaving as the only tangible object in its wake being the cloak. The people of the tavern were; for lack of better words, speechless, once again. All save for two gentlemen clad in leather and cloth wares. "Sir." One of the men spoke. "My name is Allen." Beginning with formal introductions. "And my comrade here is Yagrush." Yagrush was a shorter male to stood aloof with a bright smile placed upon his face. Neither of them seemed as grizzled as the rest but held a pristine atmosphere about them. "Might we buy you a drink?"
Yagrush motioned by hand, not with words for Feldar to accompany them. This was sure to say by this point that not near a man had the gall to step forward. In fact, at this point people had begun to exit the tavern slowly but surely. Whispers of this tavern being a bad omen filled the air. Cursed! They say! Nothing but trouble in there... Another hushed statement. The girls behind the table were beginning to panic. "No no no no no! Ah-ah!" Flailing about trying to think of something to do to keep their customers from leaving. The other girl sat down on an overturned barrel and slumped her cheek into her hand. "I dunno. I think this about killed it." In response the other waitress blurted out. "This is all I have to live for!"
Yagrush raised a hand in signal for service as Allen approached the bar table; hopefully with Feldar in tow. "Order what y'like, Friend. I'd like to know a few things. We could use a man with your level of courage. Although we've yet to see you in action, you've got spirit and that's what counts for what we're trying to do here." Allen would nod reassuringly.
At the same time outside, a negotiation was going on -- Quite curiously enough with a drunken merchant and two vagabonds from lands possibly from over yonder. The merchant was almost too quick to decline the offer of assistance. Further more assistance from two men donning nothing more than rags in comparison to he. The merchant swiped a hand through the air as if to silence the imposing words. "Hog showers and fowl spit!" Dismissing the offered assistance. "Ah doon' made'et 'dis far t' Haven!" Sure enough he was wobbly from just trying to stand up straight alone. Getting himself all worked up did not ease the matter. "*Hic!* From o'er 'dere ridges and horizons ah brought m'caravan from First March!. Now ah am not seein' where yer' help will be needed anNnNnNnNnyyy-- *Hic* --where that my here horses 'n cart can't get me!" Quite frankly the man probably butchered half of the common tongue in just a mere few seconds and was sure enough pompous by his own self-justified right. The merchant pressed his way passed Valos and Korr, shoving them even if need be to get to his merchant's wagon.. if he made it that far to perch himself back upon the rider's bench.
[Merchant Interaction Rolls]
Combat Roll - Silent Kill[However you choose]: -5 Modifier for broad daylight killing
Charisma - Further Coaxing: -5 Mod for pressing an already definitive "No"
Depending on the following rolls determines coming events.
One final time the torso hiked up using both lower back and neck with mouth opening wide. A breath had been taken then exhaled. That was it. It went limp. Crashing back down onto the pile of dull crystals beneath its back. A brief duration had gone by since the last motion expressed by the corpse before it crumbled into dust leaving as the only tangible object in its wake being the cloak. The people of the tavern were; for lack of better words, speechless, once again. All save for two gentlemen clad in leather and cloth wares. "Sir." One of the men spoke. "My name is Allen." Beginning with formal introductions. "And my comrade here is Yagrush." Yagrush was a shorter male to stood aloof with a bright smile placed upon his face. Neither of them seemed as grizzled as the rest but held a pristine atmosphere about them. "Might we buy you a drink?"
Yagrush motioned by hand, not with words for Feldar to accompany them. This was sure to say by this point that not near a man had the gall to step forward. In fact, at this point people had begun to exit the tavern slowly but surely. Whispers of this tavern being a bad omen filled the air. Cursed! They say! Nothing but trouble in there... Another hushed statement. The girls behind the table were beginning to panic. "No no no no no! Ah-ah!" Flailing about trying to think of something to do to keep their customers from leaving. The other girl sat down on an overturned barrel and slumped her cheek into her hand. "I dunno. I think this about killed it." In response the other waitress blurted out. "This is all I have to live for!"
Yagrush raised a hand in signal for service as Allen approached the bar table; hopefully with Feldar in tow. "Order what y'like, Friend. I'd like to know a few things. We could use a man with your level of courage. Although we've yet to see you in action, you've got spirit and that's what counts for what we're trying to do here." Allen would nod reassuringly.
At the same time outside, a negotiation was going on -- Quite curiously enough with a drunken merchant and two vagabonds from lands possibly from over yonder. The merchant was almost too quick to decline the offer of assistance. Further more assistance from two men donning nothing more than rags in comparison to he. The merchant swiped a hand through the air as if to silence the imposing words. "Hog showers and fowl spit!" Dismissing the offered assistance. "Ah doon' made'et 'dis far t' Haven!" Sure enough he was wobbly from just trying to stand up straight alone. Getting himself all worked up did not ease the matter. "*Hic!* From o'er 'dere ridges and horizons ah brought m'caravan from First March!. Now ah am not seein' where yer' help will be needed anNnNnNnNnyyy-- *Hic* --where that my here horses 'n cart can't get me!" Quite frankly the man probably butchered half of the common tongue in just a mere few seconds and was sure enough pompous by his own self-justified right. The merchant pressed his way passed Valos and Korr, shoving them even if need be to get to his merchant's wagon.. if he made it that far to perch himself back upon the rider's bench.
[Merchant Interaction Rolls]
Combat Roll - Silent Kill[However you choose]: -5 Modifier for broad daylight killing
Charisma - Further Coaxing: -5 Mod for pressing an already definitive "No"
Depending on the following rolls determines coming events.
rolled 1d20 and got a natural 16. After the modifier of -4, got 12
Drinking sure does have a habit of leading to bad decisions! *Hic!*
Korr was shoved back as the merchant walked past him. He sighed and thought to himself I tried being civil. as he walked over to his soon to be companion.
As Korr stood before Valos he whispered to the tall man "He doesn't want to help us, so how about we just take what we want." Korr pulled the knife from his boot, held it by the blade, and handed it to Valos. "Wanna follow him out of town and procure ourselves the ride and whatever is inside? When he leaves the town borders i'll distract him and you can deal the blow if that is okay?"
Korr started to walk in the direction the wagon was headed as he finished talking and assumed that Valos would follow.
As Korr stood before Valos he whispered to the tall man "He doesn't want to help us, so how about we just take what we want." Korr pulled the knife from his boot, held it by the blade, and handed it to Valos. "Wanna follow him out of town and procure ourselves the ride and whatever is inside? When he leaves the town borders i'll distract him and you can deal the blow if that is okay?"
Korr started to walk in the direction the wagon was headed as he finished talking and assumed that Valos would follow.
Feldar watched as the corpse had begun to move one last time before bursting into a pile of ash. Huh, What a strange series of events i've witnessed today. Feldar brought his one hand to his face and covered it for a moment. He began to close his hand inward until his fingers met at the bridge of his nose. Feldar had let out a deep sigh before he had been approached by the two men. Feldar had just been kneeling over to pick up his cloak as the two introduced themselves.
Feldar picked the cloak up and untied it before slinging it around himself. The folded cloak unraveled and fell onto the floor surrounding Feldar once again. "Hmm?" Feldar turned to face the two men as they finished with the introductions. "Oh, Allen..." He faced him and then turned his head to Yagrush, "and Yagrush." Feldar seemed to be confused at first but accepted it as nothing to be worried about.
By this point the man asked him to accompany them for a drink and Yagrush was motioning him to follow. Feldar didn't even seem to have the opportunity to mention who he was... Perhaps it hadn't mattered to these two? Feldar watched as everyone in the Tavern was leaving one by one. Feldar watched as the people who worked at the Tavern were distraught by the events. Feldar just nodded to Yagrush and Allen as he was watching the workers.
He followed the two of them and noticed the man, Yagrush, motion for service at the table. First thought that ran through Feldar's mind was whether or not he would finally get something to eat. He heard the man also mention to order what ever he would like. Feldar went into deep thought for a moment and nodded at the two of them. "Very well, I shall order. Although, I'd like one moment before I d..." Before he could even finish speaking the man continued about his courage.
"Huh, Hold on a moment... What exactly are you two getting at here? Are you planning on offering me to join your side? I will be honest that I have little to no skill in combat. I can say that I am quick on my feet when it comes to problem solving though." Feldar looked at the men again trying to realize if they had any kinds of hidden intentions.
Feldar rose his hand for a moment at the two men and meant for them to pause the conversation for a moment. Shortly after, Feldar had walked away and went towards one of the workers. "Hey, you think you can do me a favor and bring the owner over to that table over there?" He pointed to where Yagrush and Allen were currently sitting. "Tell the owner that I wish to talk to them about something and have them come as soon as they are available. Also, I wouldn't worry about the business right now. This town is a major stopping place for travelers much like myself. So, just give it some time and I'm sure business will flourish again." He pulled his hand up and waved as he walked back to the table. Finally Feldar decided to pull over a chair and sit with the two men.
Feldar picked the cloak up and untied it before slinging it around himself. The folded cloak unraveled and fell onto the floor surrounding Feldar once again. "Hmm?" Feldar turned to face the two men as they finished with the introductions. "Oh, Allen..." He faced him and then turned his head to Yagrush, "and Yagrush." Feldar seemed to be confused at first but accepted it as nothing to be worried about.
By this point the man asked him to accompany them for a drink and Yagrush was motioning him to follow. Feldar didn't even seem to have the opportunity to mention who he was... Perhaps it hadn't mattered to these two? Feldar watched as everyone in the Tavern was leaving one by one. Feldar watched as the people who worked at the Tavern were distraught by the events. Feldar just nodded to Yagrush and Allen as he was watching the workers.
He followed the two of them and noticed the man, Yagrush, motion for service at the table. First thought that ran through Feldar's mind was whether or not he would finally get something to eat. He heard the man also mention to order what ever he would like. Feldar went into deep thought for a moment and nodded at the two of them. "Very well, I shall order. Although, I'd like one moment before I d..." Before he could even finish speaking the man continued about his courage.
"Huh, Hold on a moment... What exactly are you two getting at here? Are you planning on offering me to join your side? I will be honest that I have little to no skill in combat. I can say that I am quick on my feet when it comes to problem solving though." Feldar looked at the men again trying to realize if they had any kinds of hidden intentions.
Feldar rose his hand for a moment at the two men and meant for them to pause the conversation for a moment. Shortly after, Feldar had walked away and went towards one of the workers. "Hey, you think you can do me a favor and bring the owner over to that table over there?" He pointed to where Yagrush and Allen were currently sitting. "Tell the owner that I wish to talk to them about something and have them come as soon as they are available. Also, I wouldn't worry about the business right now. This town is a major stopping place for travelers much like myself. So, just give it some time and I'm sure business will flourish again." He pulled his hand up and waved as he walked back to the table. Finally Feldar decided to pull over a chair and sit with the two men.
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