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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 28, 2019 12:15:55 GMT -8
"Vagrant?" Ravarie asks softly as she shifts uncomfortably in her chair. She absently touches the edges floral tattoo around her forehead and eyes for a moment, as if she was lost deep in thought. "No, uh," she finally says in answer to Sorrith. "He said that he might be able to help since he works for the temple of Shinare. "His tattoo has a meaning. He has been recognized as a member of a Kagonesti tribe otherwise he wouldn't have that tattoo," she explains to Lalora. "And these two have known me for awhile," she finally says to Rathis. "This is Sorrith and Lalora. I was once their servant. They are kind of acting like my protectors right now though. After helping Dorias, I have to go back with them."
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Post by Daos on Dec 28, 2019 16:42:34 GMT -8
"That's some fascinating guests..." She says softly, leaving the subject open for the innkeeper. The innkeeper nods. "I'm Nonna. And yeah, it's oddly busy today; lots of elves and elf-bloods. Maybe a weird coincidence, because if there's a convention in town, nobody told me." She adds in a lower tone, "I just hope they leave their stuffy clan politics back in the woods. I don't need another Kinslayer War breaking out in my inn." "This is Sorrith and Lalora. I was once their servant. They are kind of acting like my protectors right now though. After helping Dorias, I have to go back with them." At this, the two elves remove their cowls and reveal their faces. They are both Silvanesti and look similar enough that they may be related to each other. The male, Sorrith, is the older, perhaps 150 or so in age much like Ravarie while the woman, Lalora, seems closer to Rathis' own age. Both have blond hair, but Sorrith has green eyes while Lalora has blue. "We are of House Protector, and currently we are protecting Ravarie until she returns home to Silvamori," Sorrith says.
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 29, 2019 9:55:28 GMT -8
Maessalathasa smiles at Nonna, appreciating the information. She then turns to watch the unveiling elves, unsure what to make of the situation.
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Post by Daos on Dec 29, 2019 12:20:25 GMT -8
Dorias approaches Ravarie and the two Silvanesti. "Ravarie? Are we ready to go?" he asks.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 29, 2019 12:56:15 GMT -8
Ravarie stands from where she was sitting, and motions to Rathis. "Dorias, this is Rathis. He has offered to help with your family situation, if he can. He apparently works closely with the temple of Shinare."
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 30, 2019 1:46:55 GMT -8
Rathis nods graciously at the two elves of House protector. "I must say," his voice was breathy and gracious, "I am very grateful to make the acquaintance of two of the Highest Elves of the most glorious House Protector. It is not every day that one meets such interesting and lofty visages, as I'm sure the two of you are well aware, and," he abruptly turned, still smiling graciously, at Maessalathasa, "And Can I help you at all, Miss? I Must say that while I am indeed accustomed to being stared at, it is normally not with such... Intensity."
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 30, 2019 7:32:25 GMT -8
Maessalathasa freezes as she's being spoken to, but quickly recovers her composure. Forgetting the innkeeper, she approached the gathering of elves. "Forgive me intruding, Sir." She speaks elven with a clear Qualinesti dialect and curtsies gracefully. "I am Maessalathasa." Using her full name felt both a relief and a burden. Would they accept it? "A servant of the Mantis of the Rose. I meant no offense and I apologize for any disturbance caused." She takes a step back, lowering her head slightly.
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 30, 2019 17:00:50 GMT -8
"Now, Now, none of that," he replied, switching to a perfect Qualinesti dialect, "We are not in Elven lands, and no one is a Servant to Amarathis. I am, after all, but a humble servant to Shinare. There's been no disturbance, but I am most curious as to why you are staring at us all so much. Also, I will admit no little curiousity as to what you are doing here, in Zhea Harbour."
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Post by Daos on Dec 30, 2019 17:06:03 GMT -8
"Well, he's welcome to come along, I suppose, although I have no idea what the temple of Shinare has to do with my family," Dorias says.
"You alright, lad? Been awfully quiet," Old Bill asks Gerrard. "Something on your mind?"
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Post by HorizonsDream on Dec 30, 2019 18:10:58 GMT -8
"Probably because there are just so many elves in here," Ravarie says softly. "Well, uh, if you are going with us, then I guess just follow along," she says to Rathis.
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Post by Kvard51 on Dec 30, 2019 18:35:32 GMT -8
Gerrard looks up with a start, "Sorry Uncle, I am just considering possibilities for achieving some short term goals while moving towards something bigger. Which reminds me, do you know of another Red here in Zhea Harbour? A woman by the name of Passara Zonara? Apparently she's a bit of a hermit, but Justarius himself told me to seek her out. They believe she can help with my task."
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Post by Maessalathasa on Dec 31, 2019 4:49:43 GMT -8
Maessalathasa produces a small smile at the kind words. "I was merely curious, this isn't a place I would have expected to run into so many elves." She reflects for a while on the question about her, then blushes slightly "I... I tutored some children here. But my tenure is up, and now I search for a new purpose, experience or insight. It doesnt seem to be to waiter tables." She does seem to find that somewhat amusing, as much as she tries to hide it.
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Post by Daos on Dec 31, 2019 16:51:51 GMT -8
Dorias, Grognak, Ravarie, Gerrard, Rathis, Maessalathasa (Blue Bird Inn)"Which reminds me, do you know of another Red here in Zhea Harbour? A woman by the name of Passara Zonara? Apparently she's a bit of a hermit, but Justarius himself told me to seek her out. They believe she can help with my task." "I don't know any other mages, but then I don't much get out of the docks often," Old Bill admits. "Even if she is a hermit, she's got to eat, right? So someone's surely seen her come out at some point. I can put the word out to my dock buddies, maybe someone's seen her. Can't imagine she blends in too well if she's walking around in red robes." Hunner (Docks)Sir Huner Uth Gelory walks the streets in the docks of Zhea Harbor. Although winter is waning, there's still a strong enough chill in the air that he keeps his cloak pulled around him tightly. The entire area smells strongly of salt water and fish. Most people don't give him a second look in this form. Were he in his true form, that might be a different matter altogether. For now, though, he blends in well enough. He's only been in the city for a few days now, just checking out the different taverns for rumors and information until he can decide his next move. He heard there was an inn in the docks he hadn't been to yet; a place called the Blue Bird Inn. Perhaps that should be his next destination.
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Post by Amarathis on Dec 31, 2019 23:06:59 GMT -8
"There is no reason to be sorry for being curious," he said with a hearty guffaw to Maessalathasa, "Why, the Only reason that Anything at all is ever accomplished, is through exercising some form of curiosity. Please, if you're not already waiting on food, Join me." As Dorias approached, the Elf turned his attention towards him. "I was thinking, Messir Mar-Quon, that the Temple of the Silver Mistress deals with Finances, and many are the people who have come to the temple for such matters," Rathis replied with a smile, wiping his mouth.
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Post by Igordragonian on Dec 31, 2019 23:38:00 GMT -8
Sir. Hunner looked around with haunted eyes, as if he was on enemy territory. Over his freckled cheeks were obivouse sacks of exuastion. Ever since he became Sir Hunner, the dreams became worse and worse. Thankfully the helmet* gave a relative conceal to his face. His kite shaped shield tied over his cyan cloak- Also painted cyan with a grey sword symbol, battered from harsh battles. Sir Hunner passed his tubby scarred fingers over his red moustach, still isn't used to sense hair. To the blue bird inn, could be a potential place for... something.
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