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Post by DM Zach on Jan 25, 2016 18:37:18 GMT -4
He thinks to himself for a moment... he mumbles to himself "Treskri.... elvish for treskri? OH" He turns to the elf "Aebir-Toril!, I believe that's what the elves call this world." A pair of Dragonborn, with Azure scales, enter the tavern wearing plate armor, placing their spears by the side of the door as they walk in. As they turn they notice Amarthon and slam their fists to their chest. "Arbiter!" Amarthon nods to them and returns the gesture, and the two new Dragonborn take a seat at a table and order food for themselves.
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 18:55:46 GMT -4
The name makes her heart palpitate and sends chills running through her. With a stare of pure bewilderment she looks out at the floor, at nothing at all, at something very distant in her mind and shakes her head once more. "It was true then... All of it..." she murmurs to herself. An onlooker could not help but be both perplexed and sympathetic at once, for the elf truly appeared as though her entire world had been shattered. After a moment her eyes looked like they might have started to tear, but she blinked hard and sat herself upright, breathing deep and looking back to the Dragonborn. "I have no proper words to thank you, nor proper compensation, I... I'm afraid I have nothing. I would offer you my services but I've even lost my bow... I am in your debt, and I'm not accustomed to being so unable to repay it."
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Jan 25, 2016 19:07:04 GMT -4
The gnome gives a look of intrigued bewilderment at the elf. "My dear you owe us nothing at all. You've clearly endured quite a bit of trauma recently. All we've done is ensure your wellbeing. If you care to indulge our curiosities then you're welcome to do so once you feel comfortable enough to discuss it. Until then..." He looks to the gang of patrons involved with the elf. " I think we should help her re-eqiip herself with a weapon and see to it she returns to her feet."
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 25, 2016 19:12:45 GMT -4
The Arbiter stands upright and bellows out laughter. He clasps a hand on the Elf's shoulder, hard enough to make her wince for a moment. "There is no need for compensation dear elf! As an Arbiter it is simply my duty to help!" He reaches into one of the pouches on his belt and offers 10 gold pieces, embossed with a dragons portrait. "As for a bow, when you're up to it, we can stop by the garrison and see what they have laying about."
He turns so that he is facing everybody now. "And when all of you are ready, I have something to ask of you all."
Keylen peers out from the kitchen. She slowly works her way toward the group blushing, and yest smiling, to herself. "You can have one of my hunting bows..." she says shyly offering a bow of, what looks like, two thick intertwined roots, raven's feathers fastened to both tips, and a brown leather strap wrapped around the middle as grip.
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 19:29:31 GMT -4
"All of you are so kind, I... It's the last thing I expected but... I don't know what I would do otherwise..." After one more brief somber moment of swirling thoughts and anxieties, Layella finally stands and -after swaying a bit from lingering weakness- steadies herself and turns to the Dragonborn. "Whatever you ask of me, I will do my best to fulfill. I just... I just need some time to collect myself, and..." When she notices her thoughts begin to trail once more, she snaps her focus back and takes the coin purse that was offered. "This will be returned, " she insisted. She looks to the Gnome, Bard, and Cleric: "You all have my thanks. Forgive my ambiguity, it isn't intentional. I... I am still trying to figure out what happened for myself, until then..." She trailed once more, this time abandoning the explanation and giving a nod. Finally, she made her way to the barmaid and gave a small, courteous bow. "Ma serannas, Lethallan. You will be repayed as well." Taking the bow from her and turning back to the rest: "Please excuse me, I..." She turns and walks slowly (and wearily) toward the tavern door.
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Jan 25, 2016 19:55:47 GMT -4
Fighting between letting the tired elf go about her business or accompanying her outside, he chose the latter in favor of his caring heart. But before he made his way to her, Horgrim turned to the Arbiter. "I would very much enjoy listening what it is you desire of us, but this woman and her mystery catches too much of my attention." With that, the little wizard pulled his satchel up and about his waist and shuffled over to the door, following Layella somewhat cautiously.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 25, 2016 19:56:57 GMT -4
he sits alone now in the inn staring at the fire and slowly fingers a faint scar across his jaw line. unconsciously a curved short sword appears in his hand with what see a twitch of the cloak then disappears just as quick. he mutters low under his breath" the wheel weaves as the wheel will and the fabric of fate forms around those called Tavearin. At last my story will start" He stands up and throws his pack on and follows the odd group out into the town.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 25, 2016 20:04:09 GMT -4
Amarthon goes and sits with the other two Dragonborn, engaging them in conversation as everyone leaves. Keylen can be seen hanging about the Arbiter with almost childish admiration as the door closes behind everyone.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 25, 2016 20:15:48 GMT -4
"Best I accompany you just to make sure that your condition does not worsen over time it is my duty as a healer."
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 29, 2016 15:09:28 GMT -4
He enters the inn and looks around. Spotting Amarthon he heads over clapping the dragonborn on the back" Ho there Amarthon how goes your day?"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 29, 2016 17:45:32 GMT -4
He sit at a table with Keylen, playing some sort of card game. The rest of the tavern is barren, everyone in the town is going about their day. "Fairly uneventful, how are you enjoying the town?" voice rumbling as usual.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 29, 2016 18:57:59 GMT -4
sitting down across from him" truly a marvelous city your have here" noticing the game" i have never seen this card game before what is it called?"
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 31, 2016 17:32:45 GMT -4
Arriving back at the inn he takes some of his share of the gold only 30g and retires to his room in the tavern. Once in his room he changes out of his adventuring leathers and puts his normal garb on. he stretches out on his bed sore and tired from the excursion into the vault." i think i will need to go see that priest again to get something to take care of that ghost" he mumbles to himself as he drifts into sleep.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 31, 2016 20:19:54 GMT -4
Waking later that He groans has he gets up" I getting to old for this" he puts on his boots and cloak. Packing his pipe as he walks down to the common room he wonders what the rest of the group has been up to. he arrives in the common and takes his usual seat by the fire. he lights his pipe and glances around looking at what is going on in the tavern.
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