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Post by Igordragonian on Jan 10, 2021 15:28:59 GMT -8
Migor at first squeak in fear, and hide behind Braedon, but bracing himself, and stand form as tall as he can. Migor, not one great in pleasnatries ask 'This other god sservant man is looking for a female... human? Yesss. female human and bunch of knights. Do you know a thing about this?' only now he notice the symbol. 'If it alright asking, sservant woman of god'
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Post by Daos on Jan 10, 2021 16:37:47 GMT -8
"Well met," Iroas says to the woman. "We are adventurers, investigating some rumors about this region. And you?" the priest asks.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 11, 2021 6:42:48 GMT -8
"We're...well, 'pilgrims' sounds a bit pretentious. But we are followers of Silvanus, traveling to the High Forest, to meet up with the Emerald Enclave," she explains.
"And we are guards that aren't getting paid enough," grumbles one of the armed guards, an Elven woman.
"Knights, you say?" says a man in plain clothes. "...Well, I know that the Knights of Samular have a base in Dessarin, though I couldn't tell you where."
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Post by Daos on Jan 11, 2021 14:15:15 GMT -8
"No, we were searching for the Feathergale Knights. Supposedly, they dwell in that spire there," he says, pointing to it on the horizon. "You say you're meeting with the Emerald Enclave? I heard they had reformed a few years ago. Is this a standard meeting, or is there a particular reason for it?" he asks, curious.
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Post by Zero Prime on Jan 11, 2021 20:26:23 GMT -8
Braedon, Wolf Touched WarriorARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 31 | CURRENT: 31 | HIT DIE: 3d10 | CURRENT: 3d10 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 13 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 11 | INSPIRATION: 0 ACTIVE EFFECTS: None. CONDITIONS: None. Braedon bowed his head in respect for the Forest Mothers, "Blessings of the Oak, the Ash and the Thorn be upon you." Braedon then moved past the group, to lean against a tree while Iroas questioned the procession. He watched the forest around them, Ironmane's ghostly form patrolling around the clearing as well in the event the Feathergale Knights descended upon them, and were, in fact, less than friendly.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 12, 2021 6:37:19 GMT -8
The pilgrims return Braedon's blessing before answering Iroas.
"The meeting is standard, but our reasons for journeying are not," one of the commoners explains. "All of us have little future in the city, so we intend to start a small woodland community, so to speak, with the help of the Enclave."
"As for us," notes a priest. "We worship Silvanus, and he has sent us a vision--a command, to journey to the Enclave. After all, few of them do not revere him in some way, and we hope we will be able to help in their mission."
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Post by Igordragonian on Jan 12, 2021 13:31:14 GMT -8
Migor just look around with shifty eyes, and worried, keep nodding.
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Post by Daos on Jan 12, 2021 14:02:26 GMT -8
"Well, I wish you luck on building your community," Iroas offers. "I will pray that the gods look upon its founding favorably."
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 13, 2021 6:48:33 GMT -8
"And may you have luck as well," the priest says, bowing.
After a few more hours, the three reach the steep trail leading up to the drawbridge of the spire. It rises from a pillar of rock high into the air, the tallest point for miles. Built from white limestone and embellished in marble, it resembles a gleaming sword that pierces the sky. The gatehouse faces the opposite cliff, its drawbridge the only apparent point of entry. Tall, wide windows encompass the bottom level of the tower, absent only on the gatehouse side. A circle of open stalls rings the tower's foundation where it meets the rock. Above each stall, a sculpture of a hippogriff in flight leaps from the tower's base.
A gap of twenty feet separates the ledge where the path ends from the close drawbridge. The space between the cliff's edge and the gatehouse drops several hundred feet to the bottom of the canyon. Near the ledge, a brass bell hangs from a wooden post.
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Post by Daos on Jan 13, 2021 15:04:49 GMT -8
Iroas steeled himself for...he wasn't even sure what to expect. Another dead end? Or had his long journey finally come to an end? "Well, here goes nothing," he announces, before ringing the brass bell.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 13, 2021 15:14:30 GMT -8
The top of a wooden door swings open, to reveal the face of a chipper woman. She matches the description Iroas was given of Savra.
"Hello, there, travelers!" she says. "What brings you to Feathergale Spire?"
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Post by Daos on Jan 13, 2021 19:05:07 GMT -8
"I seek audience with one Savra Belebranta!" Iroas calls out, a bit surprised if that is indeed the woman he is searching for. "I am here on official business from the Order of the Gauntlet! May we be granted permission to enter?" he asks.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 14, 2021 6:03:51 GMT -8
"Oh, certainly!" she says, opening the door. She leads the party inside, where two men in white robes stand guard besides her. "So, I'm Savra. What does the Order want with me?" she asks cheerily.
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Post by Zero Prime on Jan 14, 2021 12:44:13 GMT -8
Braedon, Wolf Touched WarriorARMOR CLASS: 16 | HIT POINTS: 31 | CURRENT: 31 | HIT DIE: 3d10 | CURRENT: 3d10 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 13 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 11 | INSPIRATION: 0 ACTIVE EFFECTS: Manifest Echo. CONDITIONS: None. As the situation between Ioras' quarry and the Order which hired him was unknown to Braedon, he remained silent on the matter, simply following to lend support to his new companion. At his heel, the spectral wolf padded silently. {Out of Character Action}OOC: Nothing really to add here, Braedon doesn't know the dynamics, and so is just waiting for things to play out and will take his cues from Ioras' comments and actions.
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Post by Daos on Jan 14, 2021 14:02:11 GMT -8
Iroas wasn't sure what to make of how things were turning out. He had expected...well, he wasn't sure exactly what he had expected, to be honest. But he didn't think the woman he was searching for would be the first face he'd see in the tower, or that she would agree to speak with him so quickly. A part of him wondered if maybe the next step--asking her to return home--would be just as easy. But it was better not to get his hopes up.
"My lady," he says with a nod of his head. "I am Iroas Silvereye, and the Order of the Gauntlet has sent me, at the request of your parents, to find and speak with you about returning home. Your parents are gravely worried about you, and had feared the worst might have happened. I am relieved to see you are alive and well, though."
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