This is a private role play between Nessa, Genhai & Morrison.
The soft patter of rain against nearby buildings was met with the steady lapping of the waves against wooden hulls; the docked ships loomed like silent sentinels over the sea-facing buildings of Murann. A breeze whispered through folded sails as he passed, before turning to face a small tavern. The welcoming glow of candle flame and the reserved chuckles of sailors beginning an evening’s drinking reached the man’s ears. A sigh escaped his scarred lips, just as a young man dressed in garbs matching his own slinked out of the sea-worn door.
“Commander Donall! She’s inside, sir.” He gestured towards the door, a skeptical look on the young fellow’s face.
The commander nodded in approval, but caught the guard’s expression and frowned. “Speak your mind now, Bevil.” He took an impatient step towards the tavern door, and towards the young guard before him. The boy was new to the Watch; barely received his uniform a fortnight before. He was a bright young thing, but still a little naive around the edges.
“Well, it’s just... sir.” The guard looked to his commanding officer with a frown of his own. “I just don’t see what a young lady armed with a bow can do against the undead. Especially not when several patrols have been lost to the woods.”
Donall smiled and patted the young man assuredly on the shoulder, before entering the tavern without response, and scanned the bar for his men. The messenger had mentioned they were here along with the keen adventurer in response to the posters spread out a week before. This was the first he had heard back from anyone.
The small band of city guards sat hushedly around a table at the far side, their sullen murmurings remained undisturbed by any of the soldiers who had began their drinking early. Within the group a slender caped woman sat; her soft, melodic voice occasionally entering the conversation. The forest green cape’s hood covered her head, but her long, fine hair dropped down the front of her light armour. As the team noticed Donall’s presence, they all stopped and turned to greet him. The female rose, and swiftly made her way to greet the Commander, extending a delicate hand.
“Well met.” She chirped, the uncharacteristically grave tone of her light voice catching him by surprise. “Nessa Vardamir.”
It took Donall a moment to stop himself from raising a brow at the young woman, but politely shook her hand and returned the greeting. He motioned back to the table, where another guard had vacated a seat for his commander. A map lay before them all, the corners pinned down by four half-empty tankards of mead. The woman motioned to a piece of copper that was placed on the map, at where the travel route collided with the forest.
“Your men have made me aware that the sightings began in this area, here? Can you elaborate?” She flicked her bright, hazel eyes between the map and the commander. He studied her a moment longer; the question of why such a delicate looking woman would be interested in undergoing such a task plagued him. Yet elaborate he did; if Donall knew anything, it was not to lower himself to judging on appearances.
Meanwhile, outside the tavern entrance, the young guard Bevil took a deep sigh. He looked out from the roof's overhang into the damp and dulling evening, pondering what the chances were for the city's future.
The soft patter of rain against nearby buildings was met with the steady lapping of the waves against wooden hulls; the docked ships loomed like silent sentinels over the sea-facing buildings of Murann. A breeze whispered through folded sails as he passed, before turning to face a small tavern. The welcoming glow of candle flame and the reserved chuckles of sailors beginning an evening’s drinking reached the man’s ears. A sigh escaped his scarred lips, just as a young man dressed in garbs matching his own slinked out of the sea-worn door.
“Commander Donall! She’s inside, sir.” He gestured towards the door, a skeptical look on the young fellow’s face.
The commander nodded in approval, but caught the guard’s expression and frowned. “Speak your mind now, Bevil.” He took an impatient step towards the tavern door, and towards the young guard before him. The boy was new to the Watch; barely received his uniform a fortnight before. He was a bright young thing, but still a little naive around the edges.
“Well, it’s just... sir.” The guard looked to his commanding officer with a frown of his own. “I just don’t see what a young lady armed with a bow can do against the undead. Especially not when several patrols have been lost to the woods.”
Donall smiled and patted the young man assuredly on the shoulder, before entering the tavern without response, and scanned the bar for his men. The messenger had mentioned they were here along with the keen adventurer in response to the posters spread out a week before. This was the first he had heard back from anyone.
The small band of city guards sat hushedly around a table at the far side, their sullen murmurings remained undisturbed by any of the soldiers who had began their drinking early. Within the group a slender caped woman sat; her soft, melodic voice occasionally entering the conversation. The forest green cape’s hood covered her head, but her long, fine hair dropped down the front of her light armour. As the team noticed Donall’s presence, they all stopped and turned to greet him. The female rose, and swiftly made her way to greet the Commander, extending a delicate hand.
“Well met.” She chirped, the uncharacteristically grave tone of her light voice catching him by surprise. “Nessa Vardamir.”
It took Donall a moment to stop himself from raising a brow at the young woman, but politely shook her hand and returned the greeting. He motioned back to the table, where another guard had vacated a seat for his commander. A map lay before them all, the corners pinned down by four half-empty tankards of mead. The woman motioned to a piece of copper that was placed on the map, at where the travel route collided with the forest.
“Your men have made me aware that the sightings began in this area, here? Can you elaborate?” She flicked her bright, hazel eyes between the map and the commander. He studied her a moment longer; the question of why such a delicate looking woman would be interested in undergoing such a task plagued him. Yet elaborate he did; if Donall knew anything, it was not to lower himself to judging on appearances.
Meanwhile, outside the tavern entrance, the young guard Bevil took a deep sigh. He looked out from the roof's overhang into the damp and dulling evening, pondering what the chances were for the city's future.
How many months had he been on the road? The traveling just seemed to go on and on. A blur at this point. It wasn't often he found himself in heavily populated areas or cities, but at this point in his journey he arrived in one of the largest cities in the area. Commonly called the "Sailor's city." Maybe that explained the rain. He traveled into the city and began to take in the sights...
Droplets of rain dripped down and rolled off the thick hooded cloak of a tall figure. He stood in front of a poster board, mercury orbs staring out from underneath a black hood. The piece of parchment before him seemed to call to him. Hesitantly he took it and reread it. This city seemed to be in a dire need. The knight-errant looked from the parchment and then up to the sky as if he was conversing with some unseen force. He secured the paper to where it would stay dry before he headed through the city.
He made his way to where a commander would normally be, the local garrison. He asked around for this Commander Donall, explaining that he was here to sign up to solve their problem. If the undead took this city what was to stop them from spreading further? Innocents were indeed in the line of fire, and as bad as the undead were they weren't as big a threat as that of unnerved soldiers.
One soldier directed him to a small local tavern and the knight-errant thanked him for the information.
Genhai made his way through the streets following the instructions given to him by the previous soldier. Soon he was near the doorway of the tavern where he noted a young man, a guardsman. He'd come to a halt in front of him. "Excuse me," he said "Is this where I can find a Commander Donall?" he asked as he retrieved and held the parchment out to where the young guardsman could see and understand that he was here regarding the undead problem.
Droplets of rain dripped down and rolled off the thick hooded cloak of a tall figure. He stood in front of a poster board, mercury orbs staring out from underneath a black hood. The piece of parchment before him seemed to call to him. Hesitantly he took it and reread it. This city seemed to be in a dire need. The knight-errant looked from the parchment and then up to the sky as if he was conversing with some unseen force. He secured the paper to where it would stay dry before he headed through the city.
He made his way to where a commander would normally be, the local garrison. He asked around for this Commander Donall, explaining that he was here to sign up to solve their problem. If the undead took this city what was to stop them from spreading further? Innocents were indeed in the line of fire, and as bad as the undead were they weren't as big a threat as that of unnerved soldiers.
One soldier directed him to a small local tavern and the knight-errant thanked him for the information.
Genhai made his way through the streets following the instructions given to him by the previous soldier. Soon he was near the doorway of the tavern where he noted a young man, a guardsman. He'd come to a halt in front of him. "Excuse me," he said "Is this where I can find a Commander Donall?" he asked as he retrieved and held the parchment out to where the young guardsman could see and understand that he was here regarding the undead problem.
Bevil watched the tall figure approach, shifting uneasily in his stance. He examined the poster and his eyes lit up almost instantly. “It is, yes! You’re in luck; the Commander is currently discussing the situation inside with another adventurer -” The young guardsman flinched at his own words, fearful that he would discourage the man before him from lending his aid. “I do believe that she has already declined any notions of a reward, however, so that offer still stands.” He added hastily, before gesturing for the stranger to follow him inside. It was apparent that despite already having aid offered, Bevil at least was keen for additional or alternative help.
Commander Donall was in the middle of a deep explanation of what they knew of the undead appearances as Bevil approached the table, glancing over his shoulder to check whether the man had followed him. A couple of those at the table, including Nessa, looked up from the map to observe the approach. The young woman’s eyes sparkled with curiosity despite the solemn tone of those around her.
“Commander, sir.” The young guard started. Donall paused and turned around, an eyebrow raised. “This gentleman is here to see you, about the...” He motioned to the map, but Donall had already risen from his seat.
“The undead situation, yes.” He finished bluntly. The rest of the guards deemed it appropriate to speak carefully of the issue in public, to try to avoid unnecessary ill ease amongst the city folk, but Donall couldn’t care less.
Commander Donall was in the middle of a deep explanation of what they knew of the undead appearances as Bevil approached the table, glancing over his shoulder to check whether the man had followed him. A couple of those at the table, including Nessa, looked up from the map to observe the approach. The young woman’s eyes sparkled with curiosity despite the solemn tone of those around her.
“Commander, sir.” The young guard started. Donall paused and turned around, an eyebrow raised. “This gentleman is here to see you, about the...” He motioned to the map, but Donall had already risen from his seat.
“The undead situation, yes.” He finished bluntly. The rest of the guards deemed it appropriate to speak carefully of the issue in public, to try to avoid unnecessary ill ease amongst the city folk, but Donall couldn’t care less.
The knight-errant smiled "Very good. Please take me to him" he'd say. The man followed the young guardsman into the tavern having to duck his head to avoid hitting it on the doorway. He waited for the young man to inform his commander that Genhai was here to help. The reward wasn't something the knight was after either but it seemed important to the boy so he didn't speak up about it.
Once at the table Genhai would lower his hood which would reveal a face covered in several odd silver-scars. His eyes were silver color as well and his hair was white as a sheet despite looking fairly young still. "Commander Donall, Knight-errant Genhai Sunko at your service. Please do not let me interrupt further, continue" The knight would glance to the other adventurer, a brief nod was given in her direction before he turned full attention back to Donall.
Once at the table Genhai would lower his hood which would reveal a face covered in several odd silver-scars. His eyes were silver color as well and his hair was white as a sheet despite looking fairly young still. "Commander Donall, Knight-errant Genhai Sunko at your service. Please do not let me interrupt further, continue" The knight would glance to the other adventurer, a brief nod was given in her direction before he turned full attention back to Donall.
“Alright then.” Donall gave the man a quick nod in recognition, before turning back to the table. He remained standing, and motioned to the vacant chair beside him for Genhai. “As I was just saying, we believe that the sightings first appeared in this area, here. A couple of miles from the city’s southern gate. We believe these ranged from across the road that passes through the forest; a hundred miles long, easily. The forest is deep, and it wasn’t long after that we lost multiple patrols somewhere within there.” He turned his gaze to Genhai, his grave expression marked clearly on his age weathered face. Pausing a moment to allow the man to absorb the information, he then cleared his throat before motioning to the woman at the table.
“Miss Vardamir here, says she can traverse the forest easily despite it’s depth.” A couple of guards at the table glanced in the hooded woman’s direction, a mixture of intrigue and in some cases like Bevil’s, doubt in their expression. The woman nodded, lifting her hazel eyes from the map to observe the Commander and Genhai at the other side of the table. It was then that she caught a glimpse of Bevil’s expression and raised a brow.
“Are you alright, sir guard?” She asked politely, as the table’s attention turned to face the young man.
Bevil shuffled on the spot, shocked that Nessa had turned the attention of the entire table to him. Donall noticed the man’s discomfort, and knowing that despite his naivety the man meant no harm, tried to take the heat off of him. “I think I speak for all of us here, when I voice my concern about how dangerous the forest is.” A slight smile of understanding curled onto Nessa’s lips, and she stood up, removing her hood. Her fine hair cascaded down her back to her shoulders, where two ears discerning her elven heritage could be seen in plain view. A few of the lesser experienced at the table in identifying an elf, widened their eyes in surprise. Donall on the other hand, expected as much.
“I’ve traversed many forests in my time, Donall. Though I thank you all for your concern.” the friendly smile towards Bevil indicated that her words were instead meant for him. “The undead is not the only threat in it’s midst. Giant spiders and owlbears will be problematic for those that don’t know to look for. I do.” She looked to the commander, who gave a grim smile and nod.
“What of the undead, though?” Bevil blurted out, causing a couple of guards to chuckle, much to the annoyance of their commander. Nessa frowned.
“They’re an abomination of nature, and should be stopped.” She concluded bluntly. Turning her gaze to Genhai, she observed the man for any signs of his intent.
“Miss Vardamir here, says she can traverse the forest easily despite it’s depth.” A couple of guards at the table glanced in the hooded woman’s direction, a mixture of intrigue and in some cases like Bevil’s, doubt in their expression. The woman nodded, lifting her hazel eyes from the map to observe the Commander and Genhai at the other side of the table. It was then that she caught a glimpse of Bevil’s expression and raised a brow.
“Are you alright, sir guard?” She asked politely, as the table’s attention turned to face the young man.
Bevil shuffled on the spot, shocked that Nessa had turned the attention of the entire table to him. Donall noticed the man’s discomfort, and knowing that despite his naivety the man meant no harm, tried to take the heat off of him. “I think I speak for all of us here, when I voice my concern about how dangerous the forest is.” A slight smile of understanding curled onto Nessa’s lips, and she stood up, removing her hood. Her fine hair cascaded down her back to her shoulders, where two ears discerning her elven heritage could be seen in plain view. A few of the lesser experienced at the table in identifying an elf, widened their eyes in surprise. Donall on the other hand, expected as much.
“I’ve traversed many forests in my time, Donall. Though I thank you all for your concern.” the friendly smile towards Bevil indicated that her words were instead meant for him. “The undead is not the only threat in it’s midst. Giant spiders and owlbears will be problematic for those that don’t know to look for. I do.” She looked to the commander, who gave a grim smile and nod.
“What of the undead, though?” Bevil blurted out, causing a couple of guards to chuckle, much to the annoyance of their commander. Nessa frowned.
“They’re an abomination of nature, and should be stopped.” She concluded bluntly. Turning her gaze to Genhai, she observed the man for any signs of his intent.
Genhai made his way to the chair before taking a seat. The wood creaked under his size but did not falter in its integrity, thank goodness. Genhai rested his chin on his right hand and his right arm on his left which crossed over his chest. Silver eyes glanced over the map and took in the information as it was revealed. He remained silent for the most part.
When Bevil and others shared a brief moment of doubt Genhai said "Eslah will protect and guide us. That being said we should still be cautious. Even experience fails us and we do not know what all exactly will come to bear once we enter the forest" the knight paused. "Undead are no match for Eslah, and the divine winds will cut them down where they stand. Still..." he paused and brief face of concern washed over him. He leaned forward "There has to be a cause or rather a master to these creatures. The dead do not just get up of their own violation. I suggest we have careful footing as we transverse through the wood, there is something there far worse than walking corpse, spider, or owlbear." He'd look to Bevil. While he was confident in himself and the elf, he still wanted to convey they were aware of the dangers. That they had tact as well as grit. Hopefully it'd help the unnerved boy settle himself.
When Bevil and others shared a brief moment of doubt Genhai said "Eslah will protect and guide us. That being said we should still be cautious. Even experience fails us and we do not know what all exactly will come to bear once we enter the forest" the knight paused. "Undead are no match for Eslah, and the divine winds will cut them down where they stand. Still..." he paused and brief face of concern washed over him. He leaned forward "There has to be a cause or rather a master to these creatures. The dead do not just get up of their own violation. I suggest we have careful footing as we transverse through the wood, there is something there far worse than walking corpse, spider, or owlbear." He'd look to Bevil. While he was confident in himself and the elf, he still wanted to convey they were aware of the dangers. That they had tact as well as grit. Hopefully it'd help the unnerved boy settle himself.
Morris got up from the corner of the small tavern before stretching and adjusting his mask. He overheard the confersation and slowly grew interest in it. He made sure he had all his equipment and looked 'good' for his doing at least. He walked up to their table and looked around, being as awkward as he is he didn't say anything and just looked around. Morris cleared his throat before speaking.
"I happened to hear you folk talk about something that does interest me indeed.. The real question here is... does it pay well.. and do you need a uh.. doctor. Ahh yes! Doctor!"
He said as he nodded to himself, trying his best to seem normal so he might have a chance of joining them on their quest of sorts. He had some experience with fighting undead yet it clearly wasn't his favorite foe due to undead not breathing in his toxic gasses and fumes, aswell as him using a stabbing weapon against something that clearly needed cutting to die.
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"I happened to hear you folk talk about something that does interest me indeed.. The real question here is... does it pay well.. and do you need a uh.. doctor. Ahh yes! Doctor!"
He said as he nodded to himself, trying his best to seem normal so he might have a chance of joining them on their quest of sorts. He had some experience with fighting undead yet it clearly wasn't his favorite foe due to undead not breathing in his toxic gasses and fumes, aswell as him using a stabbing weapon against something that clearly needed cutting to die.
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The elf gave a small nod at each of Genhai’s points, fully in agreement that there was something behind these appearances of undead. “Quite. Well, then as I assume we are to be travelling together, are you content with setting off now, or at dawn?” She tilted her head as she asked Genhai the question, a couple of guards muttering behind her.
“Now? At dusk? ...Is she mad?”
“No, you idiot. She’s an elf. They can see in the dark, remember?”
“Oh... right.”
As Morris sidled up to the group, most eyes turned to view the stranger; Nessa’s amongst them. She blinked in surprise at the man’s curious garments, hazel orbs hovering over his face and at his sheathed weapons and equipment visible around his middle.
“A... doctor?” Her soft voice was riddled with intrigue. “Is that some sort of... mage? I’m unfamiliar with the term.” It was true that the elf had lead a sheltered existence, most of which was spent outwith human civilisations. Clerics and alchemists were familiar occupations to the woman, but other branches or names were usually lost to her.
She turned her attention to Commander Donall, who had also raised a brow as he examined the man. Realising the elven eyes on him, he composed himself and cleared his rough throat. “Well, you may work out amongst the three of you the terms for payment. 5,000 gold coins is still the offer; when you return with news, of course. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I shall take my leave.” He gave a polite nod to the company before heading for the tavern’s exit, the remaining guards also making a move to disperse and get back to their scheduled patrols.
Nessa glanced between Genhai and Morrison, giving a small shrug. “I have already made it clear to Donall that my reasons for giving aid are not monetary; you may both divide the coin as you see fit.”
“Now? At dusk? ...Is she mad?”
“No, you idiot. She’s an elf. They can see in the dark, remember?”
“Oh... right.”
As Morris sidled up to the group, most eyes turned to view the stranger; Nessa’s amongst them. She blinked in surprise at the man’s curious garments, hazel orbs hovering over his face and at his sheathed weapons and equipment visible around his middle.
“A... doctor?” Her soft voice was riddled with intrigue. “Is that some sort of... mage? I’m unfamiliar with the term.” It was true that the elf had lead a sheltered existence, most of which was spent outwith human civilisations. Clerics and alchemists were familiar occupations to the woman, but other branches or names were usually lost to her.
She turned her attention to Commander Donall, who had also raised a brow as he examined the man. Realising the elven eyes on him, he composed himself and cleared his rough throat. “Well, you may work out amongst the three of you the terms for payment. 5,000 gold coins is still the offer; when you return with news, of course. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I shall take my leave.” He gave a polite nod to the company before heading for the tavern’s exit, the remaining guards also making a move to disperse and get back to their scheduled patrols.
Nessa glanced between Genhai and Morrison, giving a small shrug. “I have already made it clear to Donall that my reasons for giving aid are not monetary; you may both divide the coin as you see fit.”
The knight stood as the woman asked when should they set off. "I do not care. If we set out now we may face greater opposition, I will differ to your judgement in this regard" He'd give a nod of his head briefly before turning his attention to the newest addition. "Ah a healer" he'd clarify for Nessa. "I see no reason to tell you no. If you are sure you're willing to risk your life, doctor." the knight turned back to Nessa "I will not need the coin either. My reasons for doing this are also not for monetary gain."
He saluted Donall as he left. It seemed they were about to travel into the belly of the beast.
He saluted Donall as he left. It seemed they were about to travel into the belly of the beast.
Morrison grinned to himself, this obviously being very good news for him. "Soo.. 5000 gold just for me then?" He asked while looking at them, quite liking the sound of that. "Ahh yes, a doctor and Alchemist to be precise." He said while nodding to himself. "Soo.. when do we leave and when do i get payed exactly? There are some things i did not hear.." He mumbled the last part while looking at the others wondering if he'd actually get to heal anyone during this dangerous mission they were about to embark on.
With a small, understanding nod, Nessa relaxed her composure and fumbled inside one of the pouches on her belt for a small bag of coins. ‘It would be better for the humans at dawn; their eyesight is not as sharp in the dark of night.’ She mused. Turning towards the bar, she gave a final glance towards Genhai.
“Very well then; we’ll meet here in a couple of hours time; best to get some shut-eye if possible.” She gave Morrison a small smile, nodding her head. “I believe Donall said the coin is ours - or yours, I should say - upon our return from the forest.” With that, she swiftly moved towards the tavern’s bar, where she exchanged a couple of words with the barkeep.
“No, no, miss. The room’s yours; least I can do for you helping out n’ all.” Rummaging behind the bar, he returned to Nessa and handed her a key, motioning to the small flight of stairs in the back corner of the room. “Up the stairs, first door on the left. Just leave the key behind here when you leave, if no one’s around. And the same for you two, fellows.” The man called over to Genhai and Morrison. “Ain’t gonna charge you if you’re really going to see what you can do out there.”
Nessa took the key with thanks, and casually made her way to the flight of stairs. She turned one last time to give the two men a wave goodnight, and left the room to retire for a couple of hours peace. She was sure it wouldn’t be too long before that seemed like a distant, unobtainable thing.
“Very well then; we’ll meet here in a couple of hours time; best to get some shut-eye if possible.” She gave Morrison a small smile, nodding her head. “I believe Donall said the coin is ours - or yours, I should say - upon our return from the forest.” With that, she swiftly moved towards the tavern’s bar, where she exchanged a couple of words with the barkeep.
“No, no, miss. The room’s yours; least I can do for you helping out n’ all.” Rummaging behind the bar, he returned to Nessa and handed her a key, motioning to the small flight of stairs in the back corner of the room. “Up the stairs, first door on the left. Just leave the key behind here when you leave, if no one’s around. And the same for you two, fellows.” The man called over to Genhai and Morrison. “Ain’t gonna charge you if you’re really going to see what you can do out there.”
Nessa took the key with thanks, and casually made her way to the flight of stairs. She turned one last time to give the two men a wave goodnight, and left the room to retire for a couple of hours peace. She was sure it wouldn’t be too long before that seemed like a distant, unobtainable thing.
Genhai gave a nod of his head "Perhaps that is wise
The knight errant went to the tavern owner and took the key, he bid his new companions good night and also retired to his room. That was that.
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The knight errant went to the tavern owner and took the key, he bid his new companions good night and also retired to his room. That was that.
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Morrison got up and walked towards the owner of the place, taking the key before offering him a short nod and moving to his room. Once there he looked around the room, inspecing it before dropping his stuff and taking off his mask, scarf and cowl. He let out a sigh and layed down on his bed. Figuring he should indeed get some sleep before they would move out on their mission. As he tried to get sleepy he looked around. Letting out yet another sigh before getting up and searching his bag, emptying most of it's stuff on the nearby table before going back to searching a certain page in his Alchemy book.
The hours ticked by slowly for the elf, as she sat by her room’s window listening to the drunken antics of the men getting removed from the bar in the early hours before dawn. If she’d had her way, she would have just met the two men that were to become her companions for the upcoming quest at the city’s southern exit. It was unlikely, however, that she would have got a half decent rest if the situation in the forest was as dire as she had been lead to believe.
‘It can’t be long now.’ She mused, looking up to the overcast sky. The rain had ceased for the time being, but the wind had begun to pick up. Being so close to the coast meant that ice was unlikely at this time of year, but the stone cold bite of the sea wind might make the short trek from the city to the forests tough going. She gave a deep sigh, and closed her eyes once more, dropping into a small reverie for those final moments of relative peace.
A small tinge of amber hues rolled across the sky as morning approached, marking the appearance of dawn. The elf had already slipped the key behind the bar as instructed, as she appeared the first to wander the tavern hall. Her thick cloak covered her light gear; longbow and quiver on her back, and a couple of blades sheathed in their hilts at her waist. Although her attire stood out against the stone of the building’s interior and in the city generally, it could be imagined that she’d blend in perfectly to a general forest setting.
As she double checked her gloves for fit, her bright eyes studied the still dim sky outside a nearby window. Every so often, her gaze wandered to the foot of the stairs leading up to the rooms, eager to depart from the manmade structures that surrounded her.
‘It can’t be long now.’ She mused, looking up to the overcast sky. The rain had ceased for the time being, but the wind had begun to pick up. Being so close to the coast meant that ice was unlikely at this time of year, but the stone cold bite of the sea wind might make the short trek from the city to the forests tough going. She gave a deep sigh, and closed her eyes once more, dropping into a small reverie for those final moments of relative peace.
A small tinge of amber hues rolled across the sky as morning approached, marking the appearance of dawn. The elf had already slipped the key behind the bar as instructed, as she appeared the first to wander the tavern hall. Her thick cloak covered her light gear; longbow and quiver on her back, and a couple of blades sheathed in their hilts at her waist. Although her attire stood out against the stone of the building’s interior and in the city generally, it could be imagined that she’d blend in perfectly to a general forest setting.
As she double checked her gloves for fit, her bright eyes studied the still dim sky outside a nearby window. Every so often, her gaze wandered to the foot of the stairs leading up to the rooms, eager to depart from the manmade structures that surrounded her.
The darkness rolled into early morning. Genhai was up before the break of dawn. He had spent a few moments in prayer. One that they desperately needed if the forest was over-run as the city claimed. After prayers of safe travel, protection, guidance and thanks Genhai stood up and went about putting his gear on. The tall knight adjusted his armor, attached his blade and then draped his cloak over him. From his view in the tavern it looked like it was going to be a miserable weather sort of day. He picked up his pack last and then headed to exit his room.
The tall man descended down the stairs and left his key behind the bar. It was an odd morning that felt almost surreal and dream like. Early mornings tended to feel like that though so he shook off the feeling. Silver eyes darted around the tavern and shortly there after he noted his female companion. He gave her a brief nod of hello before proceeding to walk towards her.
The tall man descended down the stairs and left his key behind the bar. It was an odd morning that felt almost surreal and dream like. Early mornings tended to feel like that though so he shook off the feeling. Silver eyes darted around the tavern and shortly there after he noted his female companion. He gave her a brief nod of hello before proceeding to walk towards her.
Sleep was something not too familiar to Morrison and the same went for this night. Having slept perhaps an hour or four if lucky. The good thing was he did manage to find the page he was looking for and prepare the drinks needed. He made all sorts of potions and tonics. He had it all stalled out on the table and started packing. "Two anti-venom, two healing potions, three toxic gasses, one bottle of acid and four bottles of fire." He said, just calling blackpowder fire.
He got up and dressed again properly before heading downstairs and joining the group. "Ready to leave?"
He got up and dressed again properly before heading downstairs and joining the group. "Ready to leave?"
As Genhai approached, the elf smiled and gave a polite little bow in greeting. “I trust you are well rested?” She tilted her head as she gave the query, her characteristic friendly mannerisms never one appearing forced or insincere.
Stretching a slender arm across her narrow shoulders, Nessa inhaled deeply; almost meditatively were it not for the frown that grew on her face as a result of the stale smell of alcohol that still lingered in the tavern’s hall. ‘I’ll never understand the attraction.’ She thought, as she remembered the earlier commotion of sailors being aided out of the tavern at closing time.
“We should get moving shortly, once our other party has arrive- ah, here he is now.” The look of relief on her face was clear; her dislike for the air here quite noticeable. She gave Morrison the same civil bow ash she had done to Genhai. “Well met. I don’t believe we were introduced last night; I am Nessa.”
A polite smile lined the elf’s fine lips, as she eyed him curiously. She gave a small nod in response to his question. “I am indeed, as long as you both are.”
Stretching a slender arm across her narrow shoulders, Nessa inhaled deeply; almost meditatively were it not for the frown that grew on her face as a result of the stale smell of alcohol that still lingered in the tavern’s hall. ‘I’ll never understand the attraction.’ She thought, as she remembered the earlier commotion of sailors being aided out of the tavern at closing time.
“We should get moving shortly, once our other party has arrive- ah, here he is now.” The look of relief on her face was clear; her dislike for the air here quite noticeable. She gave Morrison the same civil bow ash she had done to Genhai. “Well met. I don’t believe we were introduced last night; I am Nessa.”
A polite smile lined the elf’s fine lips, as she eyed him curiously. She gave a small nod in response to his question. “I am indeed, as long as you both are.”
The knight bowed in return before giving his head a faint nod."I did, and I hope you rested well yourself" Genhai retuned the smile. Scarred flesh peeling away to reveal his teeth. He then turned his head to the bar surface. His eyes flickered in thoughtfulness.
"That is because your life doesn't fail you. I mean that, these men, sailors and citizens have dreary lives. Lives that they live for themselves in an attempt to just survive. That drink is their brief escape, at least they think it is." he'd shrug his shoulders "Someday maybe they won't need the drink to push on to the next day"
His attention turned to their last member. He simply nodded to both response about ready to go. The day was just getting started and he wanted to be sure it began productively.
"That is because your life doesn't fail you. I mean that, these men, sailors and citizens have dreary lives. Lives that they live for themselves in an attempt to just survive. That drink is their brief escape, at least they think it is." he'd shrug his shoulders "Someday maybe they won't need the drink to push on to the next day"
His attention turned to their last member. He simply nodded to both response about ready to go. The day was just getting started and he wanted to be sure it began productively.
Morrison nodded at the girl and tilted his head slightly, just giving off the creepy feeling like always. "Morris will do." He nods and looks around a bit. "So.. who's going to lead the way then? Cause it ain't me, that's for sure." He said while shrugging, not really being aware of what exactly they were going to do but it sure payed good and at this point, that was just about the only thing that mattered. "I did make a few health potion and other thingies to help out if you're interested in them?"
“I have, thank you. Though I’ll admit it would have been ideal were it not above a bar of drunken men until a couple of hours ago.” She grinned, turning her gaze from Genhai to Morrison, nodding in acceptance of the name. “Very well. I believe the southern gate is a small distance down from the port?”
She moved to open the inn’s door, holding it open behind her for the two others, as a gust of wind caught her cape. She pulled her hood up, the biting cold of the sea wind causing a shiver to befall the elf. ‘Here’s hoping this clears up once we’re away from the coast.’ She thought to herself silently.
Nessa turned her gaze back to Morris, nodding as he offered the health potions. “That is generous of you, thank you. With any luck, we won’t need them; however I do agree it’s best if we’re prepared.”
She moved to open the inn’s door, holding it open behind her for the two others, as a gust of wind caught her cape. She pulled her hood up, the biting cold of the sea wind causing a shiver to befall the elf. ‘Here’s hoping this clears up once we’re away from the coast.’ She thought to herself silently.
Nessa turned her gaze back to Morris, nodding as he offered the health potions. “That is generous of you, thank you. With any luck, we won’t need them; however I do agree it’s best if we’re prepared.”
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