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This will be the beginning of our grand tale. Magic, Mystery, and possibly murder abound as we embark upon an epic journey of imagination. Links to information are as follows.

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{A new character, a new adventure!}

I think I'll use my main for this adventure. I've never had the opportunity to have him adventure in eberron before.

Until you get yourselves a bard, you'll have no story! Luckily I'm here!

(OK since it looks like those who are interested in this have all posted so im gonna go ahead and get us started)

Curtains of water fall from the sky as people traverse the labyrinthine walkways of Sharn. The stone and wooden paths wind between the towers and spires high above the ground forming a complex latticework that can be very confusing on an evening such as this. The rain falls hard, running off the higher walkways and balconies in drenching waves, that make it difficult for anyone to see more than a few feet in front of them. The distant glow of everbright lanterns, barely visible in the soaking gloom, does little to light the paths of this cold, wet evening.

At first, one might have mistaken it for a sculpture. It stood motionless and unbreathing, creating no sound at all, save for the tinkling patter of raindrops on steel.

Only on close inspection could a flicker of sentience be seen in the automaton's single unbroken eye. Its sight was fixed on a furry bundle in its palm, a shivering and pitiful little creature. It had nestled in the Warforged's open hand, seeking shelter from the rain, and the silent machine seemed willing to oblige.

The chill and wet didn't even seem to register for the Warforged. It simply stood and waited on the side of the cobbled streets, as various humanoids rushed about with their heads covered.

A mask covered her face, golden and red hues blended together in vibrant swirls. It remained dry as the water above fell upon a now-heavy umbrella held by someone else. Frog's head shifted, her eyes taking in what the building looked to be. The drenched figure beside her, a young miss with short, brown hair and a pale complexion, stared off into the rain towards the statues of strange figures.

Frog's voice was quiet, seeming to mix itself into the rain that fell over her, "I believe this is the correct place." Frog's eyes found the miss's as she turned her head, "Come. We need not stand in the rain when there is shelter nearby." The young miss dipped her head and followed after Frog's leisurely pace, her hand holding the umbrella steadily above the gilded and black robed mistress.

Far from home, but apparently not homesick, Aearion walked over the walkways of Sharn, completely soaked by rainwater. But this did not seem to bother the Merman. In fact, he revelled in it, as though he had been dry for weeks on end and finally could moisture up!

For the time being, Aearion kept walking around in the rain, mumbling lyrics to any possible songs he could sing in a city like this. He did not want to preach to the choir with yet more songs about the wind or Sharn's beauty. He had to stand out from the crowd somehow. As he was thinking of some ideas, the bard kept on walking.

Frog and her umbrella holder slip underneath the castle's front. Frog's gaze falls upon the intricate door-knocker, her hand moving to rest itself upon it, as her companion shook the umbrella something fierce, closing it and directing her eyes to the road. She squints, and before Frog knocks, she says, "Mistress.." Frog's gilded glove places its fingers upon the knocker, but she turns her head, "Yes?" Lifting a finger towards the road, her assistant points in the direction of a bard, "We are not alone."

Frog pauses at these words, her expression hidden. Then she offers a nod, "Then we best open this door and welcome them." Removing her hand from the door's knocker, she gestures towards it, and the other dips her head in response, moving to grasp the door-knocker firmly, umbrella over one shoulder, and knock twice.

The rain had left plenty of people scrambling for shelter of any kind. Only a few people walked the crosswalks and bridges of Sharn. Those who did were covered in the thickest warm clothing they had, or beneath the covering of umbrellas and other such things. Zhouken was not one of these lucky people. His leather's were all that were keeping him barely dry. His head was kept dry by a large brimmed hat, and a heavy cloak. It still wasn't enough to keep the warmth in his bones though. His clothes was definitely different than the current styles of fashion running through Sharn. His dress was more akin to the Valenar Elves, if a bit looser, and mixed with bit of the orcs of the shadow marches.

He had hoped to find a place to stay to weather the storm that continued to soak the entirety of Sharn's citizens. He continued to walk forward, trudging onward through the haze of rain hoping to find a place to dry himself. He had found himself on a lonely bridge, accompanied only by three other individuals that he could make out through the veil of rain water.

You spot a figure in a dark cloak moving quietly through the rain on the skybridge ahead. It seems to be avoiding the dim pools of light cast by the everbright lanterns, preferring to stay in the shadows. Lightning flashes, and you see a shape on the stone floor on the bridge in the brief illumination. The figure quickly reaches the railing of the skybridge, then slips over the barrier and disappears into the darkness and the rain.

Frog's hand lifted towards the bridge, after a moment of no response from the door, "Perhaps now is not the time. They may be sleeping." The lightning flashes, and Frog's assistant had been looking towards the bridge. Her head turns, as her eyes closed tightly, a quiet hissing sound escaping her lips, "Mistress.." Frog's throat released an off sound of interest, before she turns towards the other. The assistant held a hand over her eyes, then her arm, lifting a finger to point towards the bridge, "There are others that way."

Frog's head dipped in acknowledgement, before she gestured gaily towards the umbrella, "Come, then. Let us return to the rain." Nodding, her assistant stumbles about, before grasping the umbrella. Opening it over Frog's form, they walk towards the bridge. Upon nearing it, Frog sits upon the ledge, leg folded over one another and her hands settled in her lap. Her umbrella holder stood in the rain, continuing to be soaked, her hand holding the umbrella over Frog's form. Frog's gaze drifts between those that neared making comments such as, "I wonder where he found his cloths. I will have to visit such an area." and "It is very nice to meet you. I am Frog; this is my assistant, Omelia."

Adrik was a Dwarven rogue, with a large crossbow on his back and with a half dozen daggers on his belt he was not enjoying his walk towards the city. "Must you sing Aearoin?" He wasn't too fond of being all soaked, this rain had followed them nearly all the way here and his traveling companion being half merman didn't give any urgency to getting inside. "My crossbow is gonna rust ya buffoon, we need to find a tavern or something."

(Hey guys DM said I could enter, it's good to meet you all!)

Frog's mask shifts towards the dwarf and bard as they approached the bridge. Omelia did too, but her expression held the cold-sameness. Frog's voice rose just above the rain's pouring to greet them with, "This seat is rather wet, don't you agree?" A short pause, "I believe we may help each other. Under this bridge, it is very dry, but it seems that someone has already jumped below. I have not heard or seen from them since and I fear the worst." Lifting her hand to signal for Omelia, Frog's servant dips her head towards the others. Frog continues with, "Know that we will accompany you so that you are not alone in this simple task. I would not wish for more to vanish this night." Frog holds out her hand and Omelia takes it, assisting in lifting her from her seated position. She keeps the umbrella over Frog's head.

{It is good to meet you too!}

((Hey pal! Glad to meet you too))

Aearion couldn't help but chuckle at the Dwarven companion beside him."Of course I do. I hone my voice like a warrior would his sword. You wouldn't understand. You have a voice that sounds like a walrus giving birth to farm equipment." He mused as they neared the bridge.

The Merman would lie if he didn't get spooked by the masked woman. He wasn't expecting anyone to be outside right now."Oh, greetings to you, my ladies." The Merman gave a bow."Name's Aearion... You've been expecting us?"

When she spoke of another person who had fallen bellow, the Merman's eyes widened."Someone fell?!" He he asked rhetorically as he quickly ran for the railing, looking down in case the person might still be dangling down there for dear life."How the hell did that happen?!"

Adrik rested his hand on his Recluse Dagger, "you two trying to tell us that you pushed someone off this bridge." His fingers tapped the hilt of the knife as he eye'd them.

(Sorry for the delay. It's been a crazy week. Welcome, Adrik!)

Amidst the rain and chatter, the tiny rodent skittered upward, to the pauldron-like shoulders of the Warforged. It would've been quite an understatement to say that this machine wasn't a conversationalist. In a voice like boulders grinding together, it spoke a single statement:

"HELPING..."

Given its hefty build, the automaton must've weighed a tremendous amount, yet it launched itself over the side of the bridge with all the force and speed of an athlete. Two iron feet smashed down onto a stonework walkway beneath. The faint crunch of gears could be heard as the Warforged stood back up, surveying the area with a single glowing eye.

Zhouken could just barely make out any of the figures that had been occupying the bridge they all stood on as well. He also could barely hear the conversations of each of them over the sound of the rain. His eyes did manage to see the form of a shadow leap over the railing, and a few seconds afterward another one followed after it. Zhouken picked up his pace and rushed to the side of the railing to see if the figure had landed safely passing the others without nearly a word. "Is this a usual happenstance around here?" He asked a bit alarmed towards the others putting a bit of force behind his words so as to be heard over the drowning sound of the rain around them all. Zhouken then noticed another shadow not far down the bridge pathway. He rushed towards the shape expecting perhaps the figure had dropped something, upon closer inspection though. It was something far worse, the shape appeared to be a man, covered in a cloak, his face down against the rain soaked stone work.

"Sir?! Are you alright?" Zhouken asked as he attempted to shake the man awake. He saw no signs of visible injury on the body, though around him was a half open satchel filled with items and papers, all framed by a slowly drifting pool of blood. Zhouken quickly rolled the body onto it's back, only to see the deep cut along the man's neck, and the lifeless stare in the man's eyes.

"This man is dead!" He called out.

(I'll wait for responses to the dead corpse then continue with the plot. Hope everyones enjoying it so far. Things are about to get interesting. Also to set the minds of everyone a bit. Everyone is currently along a bridge somewhere in the higher regions of the city. there are numerous cross walks below but not all of them align, and if someone was to fall it would most certainly mean death. just getting everyone on the same page so we can continue.)

There was little sign of the mysterious figure everyone had been discussing, much less to suggest that there was any accident or injury below the bridge. Soldier stood in silence on the crossway, looking up to the faces gazing down the railings. After a final sweep of the scene, its metallic voice groaned "SAFE..."

At least a few minutes walk would be needed to return to the bridge, but it was still in earshot when the cries came of a dead humanoid. The rain seemed a little colder then, and the evening a little darker.