Nov 17, 2016 2:50 pm
Rhiv's eyes dart back and forth, focusing on the crowd of people moving about the market, but the mass is just too large and fluid to locate the target.
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Nov 17, 2016 3:38 pm
As I turn the corner and desperately fail to identify the man in the milling crowd my command escapes my lips without the power of the divine........... "Blast......."
Turning to To'ot and Therrien, "Did you see the red, pinky-less hand on his collar? He must be part of those brigands from the road... Seems like there are a few more players involved in this mystery than we may have thought. How would he have known who we were though, and why would he make his presence known so quickly by fleeing? So many questions... Regardless, I think we need to leave here quickly in case he has watchers... I propose we head to the secretary." Seeing the nods of assent from the others, I start again in the direction the dwarf pointed, using the cover of To'ot's spell to stay as low-profile as possible.
Turning to To'ot and Therrien, "Did you see the red, pinky-less hand on his collar? He must be part of those brigands from the road... Seems like there are a few more players involved in this mystery than we may have thought. How would he have known who we were though, and why would he make his presence known so quickly by fleeing? So many questions... Regardless, I think we need to leave here quickly in case he has watchers... I propose we head to the secretary." Seeing the nods of assent from the others, I start again in the direction the dwarf pointed, using the cover of To'ot's spell to stay as low-profile as possible.
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If there are no issues, then Rhiv starts that direction. If there are I can edit. Just trying to keep things moving. Rhiv would ask for directions if we ended up getting lost.Rolls
being sneaky. - (1d20+10)
(1) + 10 = 11
Nov 21, 2016 7:31 pm
Following an extensive war with the bureaucracy, and Rhiv's total bean spillage to the church of Adonai; To'ot, Therrien, and Rhiv make their way to the Royal Library. The baby Duke is left in the hesitant hands of the High Priest Fasgruce and Harper continues to drink himself into a stupor in the lower ward. The three heroes were able to get some vague information about the "Left for Red" red pinky-less hand group, supposedly named after Red Sandstone, a human legendary folk hero. Our sources seemed quite surprised by hearing that they were involved in violence. Maybe they were not the violent bandits the group thought they were--but maybe they are far worse... The three sent a note to Harp giving him the information that an escort from the Church can get him into the second tier if he sends a courier requesting the support.
Last edited November 23, 2016 3:05 am
Nov 22, 2016 12:59 am
Therrien turns to To'ot as they walk into the library -
Surely this place is one more fit for worship than the church we just left. Are all books ever written here? There cannot be more than these....
Surely this place is one more fit for worship than the church we just left. Are all books ever written here? There cannot be more than these....
Nov 22, 2016 3:32 am
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Guys remember you can send a "note" to another player if you want to say something only they can here.OOC:
Is there some sort of catalog system or would our options really be random browsing or asking the library attendants?Last edited November 22, 2016 8:57 pm
Rolls
perception - (1d20)
(14) = 14
Nov 22, 2016 2:23 pm
OOC:
a couple more pictures, for inspiration and context.
You don't see any sort of catalog. You get the impression that people who are allowed to access the items held in this library are not the kinds of people who would spend time or energy collecting volumes for themselves.
Nov 22, 2016 4:43 pm
I find the nearest attendant and ask for help finding books related to Drakonis Severin.
Nov 22, 2016 7:38 pm
I am dazzled by the size and order of the place. After trudging through the bureaucracy of the city for the last 24 hours, with its seemingly arbitrary or unethical roadblocks to free movement from one area to another, this was the flip side of a city with massive resources. As a boy in my hometown I spent many hours in our little library, I would never have wanted to leave.
Brother Therrien, if all the books in the world are not here, I don't know if it matters - a man could spend his life here and not begin to scratch the surface. This is a place where one needs some solitude. As Rhiv suggested, let us go independently and find whatever a mere three pairs of eyes can find in a place such as this.
I wander to the nearest librarian desk and request... silently under my breath... that I am looking for books or materials on the Horn of Dorothir.
Brother Therrien, if all the books in the world are not here, I don't know if it matters - a man could spend his life here and not begin to scratch the surface. This is a place where one needs some solitude. As Rhiv suggested, let us go independently and find whatever a mere three pairs of eyes can find in a place such as this.
I wander to the nearest librarian desk and request... silently under my breath... that I am looking for books or materials on the Horn of Dorothir.
Nov 23, 2016 3:06 am
Yogurt sent a note to bahoust
Yogurt sent a note to chrisdaly
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Nov 23, 2016 3:29 pm
What are the stakes of the tournament? Are we fighting for the glory of your church only? Or is there another prize? Are these other churches evil? Is it combat to the death? When is this tournament - will it delay our departure or our greater mission?
Through these questions, Therrien is adjusting and handling his weapons. It's clear he's itching for a fight. But he's never fought just for fighting's sake or for 'honor.'
Through these questions, Therrien is adjusting and handling his weapons. It's clear he's itching for a fight. But he's never fought just for fighting's sake or for 'honor.'
Nov 27, 2016 5:05 pm
chrisdaly says:
Brother Therrien, if all the books in the world are not here, I don't know if it matters - a man could spend his life here and not begin to scratch the surface. This is a place where one needs some solitude. As Rhiv suggested, let us go independently and find whatever a mere three pairs of eyes can find in a place such as this. I wander to the nearest librarian desk and request... silently under my breath... that I am looking for books or materials on the Horn of Dorothir.
"Speak up, son. No one can understand you if you mumble like an imbecile. Do the two of you have permission to utilize the Royal Library of Alexander the Just, or are you lost?"
Yogurt says:
I find the nearest attendant and ask for help finding books related to Drakonis Severin."Ah, yes. The mythical resting place of our ancestors. I'm glad to engage a fellow student of our lore. My name is Biri of tribe Yarjerit. Come, I'll show you the way. She turns and begins to walk, then stops and turns as she remembers something. "One thing before we embark: I've not assisted you before. Might I see some indication of your authority to access the library's contents? Protocol. I'm sure you understand." She smiles again and folds her hands in front of her.
Nov 27, 2016 8:06 pm
"The pleasure is mine! I am pleased to meet you Biri. I am Rhiv of trib Daardendrian. It is my first time in the library, as my two companions and I are here on business for Duke Einrich." I nod toward To'ot and Therrien on the other side of the room and carefully hand her the signant ring for her inspection. "As it is our first, and potentially first of many--seeing the vastness of these archives--visit, I would love a brief walk-through of necessary protocol so that we are able to appropriately obey all the rules. We would hate to accidentally show a lack of decorum and not be able to get the Duke the information he has requested... or ruin a chance for more time with scholars such as yourself!" I smile warmly and await response.
Last edited November 29, 2016 6:49 pm
Rolls
persuasion - (1d20+4)
(3) + 4 = 7
Nov 29, 2016 5:52 pm
OOC:
I was thinking more like this.
Biri replies, "Well, Duke Milliner does not chooses his emissaries lightly. And to entrust you with his signet! You must be a worthy representative." She pauses as she considers your comment while examining the ring. She gently rubs the tip of her finger around its inside circumference, and holds it up to the light. Returning the ring, she continues, "Rather than prattle away our short lives on the discussion of decorum, let's instead venture inward toward new knowledge and understanding of our forebears. Once we're finished, I'll guide you to the library administration offices at the palace. There you can examine protocol to your hearts content with those who know much more about such things than I. What say you?"
Nov 29, 2016 6:25 pm
Accepting the return of the ring, I rejoin that: "It has been an honor to serve, and a pleasure to be able to do so by learning!" Again nodding toward my companions who stand nearby with another attendant I add: "I want to make sure my companions are also able to receive the help they need for the second half of the Duke's information request related to an item called the Horn of Dorothir. Could we briefly swing by and chat with your colleague before we venture into the stacks?"
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Nov 29, 2016 6:38 pm
"Of course. Let us walk together."
To'ot, Therrien, any response to your library clerk?
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so, the foyer area is probably 100 feet wide, and you're on opposite sides. It'll take you a little bit to get over there.To'ot, Therrien, any response to your library clerk?
Nov 29, 2016 7:35 pm
I am taken aback by the library attendant's brusqueness, mostly because I had enjoyed a brief feeling of escape from the suffocating bureaucracy and red tape that we have slogged through since arriving in this city. But here I find myself jolted back into more bureaucratic entanglements.
I keep my head down but raise my voice to a normal speaking level. My good man, we are tasked with researching the Horn of Dorothir for Duke Einrich. We are here at his request and pleasure.
I keep my head down but raise my voice to a normal speaking level. My good man, we are tasked with researching the Horn of Dorothir for Duke Einrich. We are here at his request and pleasure.
Nov 29, 2016 8:08 pm
The young man scoffs, and an angry look slowly overtakes his face, arching his eyebrows, then widening his eyes, then wrinkling his nose, and finally turning down the corners of his tightly pressed lips. Yet, his tone remains even and calm.
"I have little respect for the Duke, precisely because he would send a slimy green-skin on his behalf. Fortunately for the sanctity of this library, unless you can verify your claim, I will assume that your presence in this place is an error that will shortly be remedied. We will make sure that you return to the filth of the Lower Ward where you belong. Maybe you'll get lucky find work in the mines." He raises his hand and lets out a two-tone whistle, first low, then high. You begin hear the sound of guards in leather armor approaching from somewhere around the corner in response to his call.
He turns to Therrien, "Although your people's ways are not my own, I have no scorn for your kind, elf. Today, you simply have the misfortune of having poorly chosen your companion. You would do well to remember that, despite what this creature's mother might have told him, nothing good ever came from an orc. I hope, for your sake an ours, you consider more carefully your company in the future."
As he finishes his lashing, Rhiv and Biri arrive, as do four well-fitted guards.
"I have little respect for the Duke, precisely because he would send a slimy green-skin on his behalf. Fortunately for the sanctity of this library, unless you can verify your claim, I will assume that your presence in this place is an error that will shortly be remedied. We will make sure that you return to the filth of the Lower Ward where you belong. Maybe you'll get lucky find work in the mines." He raises his hand and lets out a two-tone whistle, first low, then high. You begin hear the sound of guards in leather armor approaching from somewhere around the corner in response to his call.
He turns to Therrien, "Although your people's ways are not my own, I have no scorn for your kind, elf. Today, you simply have the misfortune of having poorly chosen your companion. You would do well to remember that, despite what this creature's mother might have told him, nothing good ever came from an orc. I hope, for your sake an ours, you consider more carefully your company in the future."
As he finishes his lashing, Rhiv and Biri arrive, as do four well-fitted guards.
Nov 29, 2016 8:30 pm
Seeing the guards, and having heard the clerk's response and seen his obviously disdainful face, I carefully interpose myself between the clerk and To'ot. "Hail, sir. What is the matter here? Is there some sort of emergency for which the guards are required? I am the carrier of our authorization from the Duke. My two colleagues are here under the auspices of both the Duke and the Church of the Adonai." Again, I carefully pull out the signet ring but do not hand it to the man. "As this is our first time visiting we, of course, want to obey all necessary protocol and would hate to waste any of your valuable time with unnecessary disruptions."
Nov 29, 2016 11:48 pm
As Rhiv speaks, I hear nothing as the rage begins to roil inside of me. My right hand tightens around the knife under my cloak, and I see myself slicing through his pursed lips, and choking out his last breath as I wrap my whip around his neck. I am losing all sense of balance and I should be terrified, yet I feel... exultant. My mind flies back to years ago in my hometown when I was insulted in this way by a highborn.
Almost imperceptibly I crouch to pounce at the young man's neck, when at the last moment I feel Therrien's hand on my arm. I look at his eyes, and I do not see shock or judgment, but rather complete understanding of what is surging inside of me. Our eyes lock and I am brought back. I almost stumble from my crouch, and catch myself. I continue crouching down, but in a bow.
I mutter through clenched teeth: Pardons Sir, I am just the humble assistant to my Master Therrien who stands before you. I am bound to assist him in any way I can. Please forgive my rudeness.
My dagger is still clenched firmly in my hand. I don't know what I will do when he speaks again.
Almost imperceptibly I crouch to pounce at the young man's neck, when at the last moment I feel Therrien's hand on my arm. I look at his eyes, and I do not see shock or judgment, but rather complete understanding of what is surging inside of me. Our eyes lock and I am brought back. I almost stumble from my crouch, and catch myself. I continue crouching down, but in a bow.
I mutter through clenched teeth: Pardons Sir, I am just the humble assistant to my Master Therrien who stands before you. I am bound to assist him in any way I can. Please forgive my rudeness.
My dagger is still clenched firmly in my hand. I don't know what I will do when he speaks again.
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