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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 10, 2019 14:41:01 GMT -8
"Do you want to go there, Dorias?" Ravarie asks. She can't help but feel sympathy for the poor man. A lot has clearly happened in the past two years, including his family losing their manor.
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Post by Rax on Dec 10, 2019 14:57:45 GMT -8
"Of course I do. I need to find out what's happened. You know, if this hadn't happened earlier, I'd be minded to start believing in the Dhall'a's curse," Dorias replies sourly.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 10, 2019 16:04:30 GMT -8
"We will probably need to get some rooms too, so lead the way," Ravarie says.
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Post by Rax on Dec 11, 2019 13:52:33 GMT -8
Dorias quietly shoulders his pack and looks over the rest of the party. "Not the homecoming I had hoped for, but...let's get going," he says, then leads the way to the docks and the Blue Bird inn.
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Post by Daos on Dec 11, 2019 15:23:42 GMT -8
The docks are on the other side of the city, so it takes about an hour to walk down there. This is clearly the poor side of the city. The buildings are ramshackle and falling apart, people have hushed conversations in alleys and stop talking when the party gets close, and the entire place reeks of salt and fish. The streets are muddy and much more crowded with people, but there are no fancy horse-pulled wagons here.
The Blue Bird isn't hard to find, it's right on the water-front. A large wooden bird, painted blue, sits atop the entrance, although its head has broken off and lies at its feet. It looks like it was supposed to once be a beautiful depiction of a kingfisher.
Stepping inside, the party finds a dank and poorly lit common room. Numerous people are here, most of them sailors from the looks of them. Everyone turns to look at the party when they enter, but then go back to their drinks, conversations and sea shanties a few moments later.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 11, 2019 17:27:12 GMT -8
"Do you want to ask around for your family while I get some rooms?" Ravarie asks. "Or should we wait on the rooms?"
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Post by Rax on Dec 12, 2019 8:33:07 GMT -8
"I think we may be able to manage somewhat better accommodations, so I propose that I ask the innkeeper first if he or she has heard of my brother or uncle. If the price of information turns out to be renting rooms here, then we can do so then."
Dorias threads his ways past the tables, looking for the innkeeper to inquire about the Mar-Quon family.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 12, 2019 16:10:04 GMT -8
Ravarie decides to inquire about the local temples in the area too.
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Post by Daos on Dec 12, 2019 17:35:09 GMT -8
Grognak, Ravarie and Dorias (Blue Bird Inn, Common Room)
The party approaches the bar, and tending it is a young, exotic looking woman. She has jet black, wavy hair that is shoulder-length. Slightly pointed ears stick out from behind the hair, showing elven blood. Her eyes are violet, and her skin dark. She looks like she has both Ergothian and Kagonesti blood. It certainly makes her stand out. She looks over each of them carefully, as if trying to judge how much trouble they might be worth. "You lot don't look like you're from around here," she says. "Don't look like sailors, though, either. Well, 'cepting for the gobbo," she adds, looking down at Reeker. He absently waves his hookhand in greeting. "Travelers? Rooms are half a silver for a night, or two silver for a week. Anything you break, you pay for. That's my second most important rule."
"What is your first most important?" asks Sorrith from under his cowl.
She narrows her eyes a bit. "Don't break nothing."
Gerrard Windward (Square of Justice)
It's an interesting sensation, to say the least. Gerrard feels totally weightless as his whole body turned energy hurls through the sky, across the corridors of magic. Before he can even get used to it, he suddenly feels himself growing heavy and solid again. The light around him fades, and he feels his feet touching the ground. When the light clears, he is no longer standing in the Tower of Wayreth, but rather back on the streets of Zhea Harbor, his old stomping grounds. A number of passersby gawk at him for a bit--someone just popping in out of nothing is not exactly commonplace. But they them see the white garb he is wearing, mutter something about 'sorcerers' to themselves, and move on.
Looking around to get his bearings, Gerrard realizes he is in the Square of Justice, the very center of the city. It's something of a town square, although back during the occupation it was a grisly place, where public executions were common. Now, it's more of a market bazaar, where numerous vendors are hawking their wares in the winter chill. To the north is where the city's elite and wealthy live in their large manors. To the south is the docks, and the poorer district. Here, in the city's heart, is where the middle-class lived and worked.
What a fascinating spell that his master, Hargrave Eld, had cast upon him. It would have taken weeks, if not months, to have reached the city through mundane means. But thanks to that teleporation spell, he arrived within seconds. Was this a taste of the power he might acquire some day, if he continues to train and study hard?
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 12, 2019 18:21:05 GMT -8
"Actually, we are here to ask for some information," Ravarie says. She knows it is rude to ask the woman if she is related to her people, so she decides to keep her mouth shut on that. "I'm looking for the local temple, and he is looking for some family members," she explains as she motions to Dorias.
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Post by Kvard51 on Dec 12, 2019 20:24:55 GMT -8
"Home again...", Gerrard mutters under his breath. Turning his face into the salt breeze, he walks with purposeful strides towards the docks. Time to check in on his Uncle Bill and Aunt Layla. Not that they were REALLY his kin, but they were all he had left. Afterwards, he would begin searching for this elusive Red Robe that was supposed to live here. Surely the Tower kept some kind of tabs on it's members, right?
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Post by Rax on Dec 13, 2019 9:22:10 GMT -8
"Lady Ravarie speaks the truth, madam. And you are also right - sailing hasn't been my main occupation for a long time, but I cut my teeth on my sainted mother's trader back in the day. Kanira Mar-Quon - perhaps you've heard of her? Or of my uncle Kuril and brother Hallek? I've been gone from the city for some years and they were not where I expected to find them."
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Post by Daos on Dec 13, 2019 14:06:49 GMT -8
Grognak, Ravarie and Dorias (Blue Bird Inn, Common Room)
The woman squints at Ravarie, as if doing so could somehow let her see through her cloak and cowl. "Odd accent you got there. Sounds...almost familiar, actually," she comments. "Anyway, which temple? There's one to Habbakuk, one to Shinare, and one to Zeboim. Well, guess all of them's near the same area. Up in the city's center, near the square of justice."
"Can't say I have. They's with the Merchant Marines?" she asks.
"I know a Hallek," pipes up a young lad. He's human, maybe around 14 years of age, and is carrying a broom. "He sold us that horse last year, remember? Comes in now and again, sits alone and drinks quietly. Half-elf bloke, remember?"
"Wait, his name's Hallek? Cripes," says the innkeeper. "Been calling him Cyril this whole time. Why didn't nobody correct me?"
"Heard he used to live in a big fancy place," the boy adds. "But now he's here in the docks, 'bout two blocks west of here."
"Then who the Abyss is Cyril?" the innkeeper asks aloud, clearly fixated on this point.
Gerrard Windward (The Docks)
Gerrard walked south, toward the docks. Fortunately, the cowl of his cloak was still up, so nobody noticed his face. This helped him blend into the crowd a bit more.
He let his legs guide him, going on memory alone, so he could take focus on taking in the sights. The place had not changed much in the last three years, at least, not on the surface. He did notice a few changes, though. The Ergothian Merchant Marines seem a much larger presence nowadays. They were fairly small and weak in his day, but now they seem to have grown. He notices the guards who patrol the streets all wear the EMM emblem, which is odd.
Eventually, he arrives at the home of Old Bill and Layla--where he grew up, essentially. It's little more than a shack, still falling apart but still basically livable. He knocks on the door and after a few moments, it opens to reveal the aging face of Old Bill. "What the...what do you want?" he asks, clearly not recognizing his adopted ward in his white robes and with his cowl up. "If you're selling something, you're out of luck. Barely got any copper to my name."
Old Bill looked pretty much how Gerrard remembered him. About three years older now...so that would make him 79, if Gerrard's math is right. His thinning hair is white as cotton, and his eyes are grey, which always made him look wiser than he actually is. Despite being retired for some time, his skin is still as tanned and leathery as always from his decades working on ship's in the open sun.
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Post by Kvard51 on Dec 13, 2019 17:29:51 GMT -8
Gerrard smiles and lowers his cowl. "It's me, Gerrard, you crusty old sea dog. Don't you recognize your own raising?" \
Sweeping the old man into a hug, he asks, "How is Aunt Layla? I can't wait to see her."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 13, 2019 18:40:55 GMT -8
"Thank you," Ravarie says for the directions. She then looks to Dorias. "We can go visit him, and then I need to make a stop at the Blue Phoniex temple," she offers. Honestly, she was really curious as to what happened to Dorias' family.
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