The Heart Of Ruhir

[ixnos]

OOC: welcome back to the land of the living Titan ;)

 

Kane opens an eye to the new stranger and smirks gesturing the nobleman to the door.

 

"Seems your 'privacy' number didn't work, oh masterful one...I hope your knowledge of this country isn't as bad as your wording"

 

Kane smirks slyly, he needed some entertainment and unfortunatly mocking and insulting the nobleman was entertaining enough for him, he opens the other eye and nods to the newcomer...Kane was very capable of leading yet he would only lead if he had too, if someone was willing to volunteer then he would step back and allow them too, it was only when the leader messes up or dies that he would take control, not to mention he has only been to these lands a few times and when he has been, he has taken the minimal time to get in, do his job and get out meaning he only knows several places and not the whole place like the nobleman would.

 

Kane studies the newcomer, already taking into account he is some kind of wizard or alchemist, these people weren't rare nor common to Kane since these were the people he would go to if he needed herbs or healing and the best sources for information about a city or person due to their profession, he also noticed the newcomer to be two inches taller but rather lanky, he grins to see him rush to the bard and ask what's going on, Kane gulps at his ale.

 

"You know, I'm surprised the nobleman hasn't perked up about how rude it is to just barge in and not introduce yourself before asking questions...I'm surprised he hasn't perked up and told you to report to him since he seems to be our 'leader'...for the moment"

 

Kane smirks glancing towards the nobleman, knowing all to well that a Jourtresian speaking about manners is hard to come by, Kane knew about manners...he just decided not to use them but what he was waiting for was the reaction and the reply the nobleman had to offer, be it ignorance, insult or challenge, Kane just wanted to test the boiling point since if he can rile somebody up in a matter of hours of meeting them, then on the journey they are more likely to snap and either harm the group or themselves and for the time being this mission needed all the group working together.

[DragonDudeAW]

[ooc] Well I'm glad to be back :D [/ooc]

 

After having greeted the bard, he assumed, so quickly Aldhelm quickly realized that there was a much larger group in the tavern than he had realized before. He was turning and looking at the group when what could only be a Jourtresian, a little shorter than himself but much bulkier, addressed a well-dressed man across the room about security then turned to Aldhelm and said,

 

"You know, I'm surprised the nobleman hasn't perked up about how rude it is to just barge in and not introduce yourself before asking questions...I'm surprised he hasn't perked up and told you to report to him since he seems to be our 'leader'...for the moment"

 

Aldhelm looked towards the well-dressed nobleman and said quickly, "I'm sorry. I did not realize the group had a leader. As I said to the bard, I know only the bare minimum about our quest and would like some more in-depth knowledge. I assumed the bard would know more since bards are often the best observers of the situation. I am, however, willing to listen to anyone who might help explain the current situation and how we are preparing for departure."

[WereWolf531]

Raising his hand in greeting to Aldhelm, Khyros replies, " Ah, our missing friend has arrived. I'd be happy to give you a summary of hte situation. As far as I know, some weird things have been happening in the religious temples throughout the city...weirder than usual that is. It's our job to investigate what's happening then do something about it."

 

"Let me introduce you to everyone," Khyros continues, "this is Kheskeim Valantius, nobleman, and the only person really knowledgeable about Bashkher here. Kyrika, a lady who gives herself too little credit for her abilities, which are quite...unique." Gesturing to the tattooed man, "I don't know this person's name yet, suffice to say he's very religious and agile. This is Kane, he doesn't seem to like anyone except the barkeep, just so you know. And this is Shaka, whom I don't know very much about but looks like quite a warrior. And myself...well, I'm an actor and a Shallaran, and your not doing a double-take upon seeing me says a lot about you already."

 

OOC: will add a little more once I get some more time.

[DragonDudeAW]

After this announcement, Aldhelm turned towards the bard again, who now addressed him, “Ah, our missing friend has arrived. I'd be happy to give you a summary of the situation. As far as I know, some weird things have been happening in the religious temples throughout the city...weirder than usual that is. It's our job to investigate what's happening then do something about it."

 

So that is what Thereon detected in his scrying! These "disturbances" must be more than they appear to be for him to have been so worried.... Aldhelm thought to himself.

 

"Let me introduce you to everyone," the bard, "this is Kheskeim Valantius, nobleman, and the only person really knowledgeable about Bashkher here. Kyrika, a lady who gives herself too little credit for her abilities, which are quite...unique." Gesturing to the tattooed man, "I don't know this person's name yet, suffice to say he's very religious and agile. This is Kane; he doesn't seem to like anyone except the barkeep, just so you know. And this is Shaka, whom I don't know very much about but looks like quite a warrior. And myself...well, I'm an actor and a Shallaran, and your not doing a double-take upon seeing me says a lot about you already."

 

In response, Aldhelm said, "Well in Tagfier, where I come from, appearances matter little due to the clothing worn by most of our citizens, which has to protect them from the desert sun. It matters little what is on the outside instead what truly matters is on the inside. My name is Aldhelm Thereon and I believe I missed yours in your introduction, friend."

[WereWolf531]

"Ah, I had forgotten my manners. My name is Khyros. I'm not the best fighter or mage, but I'm great for getting into tightly guarded areas through my disguise skills. I also know how to work my way around a conversation. There's really not much more to say about me, and I hate to say it, but I really don't know much about our quest. I understand you're from Tagfier, and I you don't look like a wanderer so I'm going to assume you're a mage. Tell us a little about yourself. Oh, and here's some paper to write it out for Bharat." He slides a piece of parchment and his quill across the table to Aldhelm and then waits for a response.

[dragonben]

Shaka

 

Walking up towards Kheskeim "Nice to meet you all, I do believe we will learn much with and from each other as we seem to be quite a diverse group." Having said this Shaka looks for a empty place to sit and relax. Setting his bag at his feet Shaka motions to the barkeep to order some wine.

 

Feeling that the others would want to know something about him Shaka gives them the short version of how he came to be here. Telling them about his parents' fasination with knowledge and the different schools and universities he's been to. The restlessness he endured while studying and his parents insight to hire a trainer for him to best prepare him for the world. Sipping on his wine, once the barkeep gave it to him.

 

Seeing every body filling in forms, Shaka decides to get it over with. Taking some parchment Shaka jots the following down.

 

Name: Shaka

 

Race: Uritali

 

Class: Savant/figter(?)

 

Age: 25

 

Abilities: Ambidextrous, Most melee weapons but prefers two axes, Good knowlege/grasp of ancient languages, quick learner.

 

Equipment on person:

Two one-handed battle axes

Two hunting knifes, carried on belt

Stout boots (Dark brown)

Dark brown robe with Dark green trimming

Water proofed Hooded cape (Dark brown again)

Leather gloves (You guest it)

 

Backpack:

Bedroll

Some provisions

Bandages and some ointments (Minor Healing)

Waterskin

Tome and writing implements

 

Needs

Compass

 

After finishing Shaka walks up to Kane.

 

"You look like a man with experience in melee fighting, would you give me some training and tips for fighting, I have only sparred against the blade-master my parents hired and I do believe you fight a bit differently in the real world. The basics I know, I need the gritty stuff, the tricks your opponents might try, the stuff to watch out for when fighting briggands, trolls and what ever you can think off."

 

Perposely leaving out the word please, seeing no use in waisting his breath on words Kane would propably not appreciate. Shaka stands a respectfull/cautious distance away from the mercenary while waiting for a reply, not knowing how the mercenary would react, he have positioned his feet the one just a little behind the other, knowing the mercenary won't be able to see his feet under his robe.

[Morgoth]

It slowly dawns on Chucahau that he has been ignoring the others too much, and that he should introduce himself first in order to lessen his companions' suspiciousness which will certainly arise if he does no reveal his identity to everybody.

 

"I did not wish to be impolite." He hopes that the woman calling herself Kyrika, but whose real identity he believes to have recognized, notices the double meaning of his words which are also meant to relate to the demand on her. "My name is Chucahau, I am a priest - but also a fighter. That is everyone from my homeland. Who wants to survive in the jungles of Jourtres, must be able to fight."

 

He does not know how much of his past he should reveal to his new companions, and he does not want to risk Kyrika's wrath even more if he tells the others anything that is meant to remain secret.

 

"I see the need to learn more of each other. So please allow me to complete that ... form as well. Then we can continue to talk. I must admit that your letters are not all known to me. I shall require help. Please ... Kyrika ... would you be so friendly and help me write down what I must make public?"

 

The revelation that he is apparently not really well-educated by the standards the others have set (although in his tribe he is regarded the wisest man) does not seem to weigh so much if it allows him to speak with Kyrika in private as soon as possible.

[ThetaOrionis01]

"Yes, of course," Kyrika nods to Chucahau. "It would appear that Shaka and Kane may require some room - if indeed they intend to commence training right now - so perhaps we should sit over in that corner?" She points towards a table.

 

"You say you are a fighter as well as a priest, Chucahau?" Kyrika asks. "I had hoped that perhaps one of the fighters in our group might advise me what weapons I should carry, and might perhaps even be kind enough to help me learn their use. I purchased a knife in Niyobi, only to learn later that it is a throwing knife, and it seems to me that a single throwing knife will not do me much good in a fight."

 

 

She takes her bag and a spare sheet of parchment over to the table in the corner, but leaves the unpalatable wine behind.

 

 

"What do you wish me to write on the parchment?"

[DragonDudeAW]

Sitting down at the table and taking the offered quill and parchment, Aldhelm sits down and glances at what the others have begun to write before beginning to fill out his own parchment. As he writes he begins to talk, " Well Khyros, I will tell you a little about myself. I am a Tagfierian Fire Mage trained by a master. I have also studied in the now lost arts of alchemy and enchantment. I was sent here due to the fact that these disturbances, whathever they are, are going to be very important to this country and maybe the world's future."

 

Finished with his little speech he finishes filling out the parchment:

 

Name: Aldhelm

 

Race: Tagfier

 

Class: Enchanter/Alchemist

 

Age: 33

 

Abilities: Knowledge of ancients scripts and magics, In-depth knowledge and control of Fire, Enchantment, Alchemy, Riding (Horse), Power Focus (see below) and Raised Endurance (due to the desert heat)

 

Equipment on person:

A small amount of money (The equivalent of around 45 septims)

Light, white traveling clothes

Riding boots

Handcrafted Sandcrab Claw dagger

Staff with Fire Focus Gem ( At the end of each day, Aldhelm stores all his unused Fire energy into the gem which can be called upon when needed later. He learned this from Thereon due to the attacks they suffered frequently from desert creatures. The staff has a maximum holding power of around the equivalent of 250 Magicka. )

 

Backpack:

Traveling Roll

Small amount of provisions

Ingredients for Potions

Tagfierian Mortar and Pestle

Waterskin

Ancient tome of Enchanting and Alchemy

(1) Scroll of Tagferian Hellblast

(5) Scrolls of Tagferian Gem Feeding

Set of Sandcrab Armor

(5) Potions of Restore Magicka (Malchik's choice of power)

Silver Longsword

(5) Common Soul Gems

(3) Greater Soul Gems

and (12) Lesser Soul Gems

 

Stable:

Horse

 

Needs:

More provisions

As many soul gems as possible

More local ingredients

A good night's sleep

 

As he finishes the form and rolls up the parchment, he turns towards the group and says, " I know most of you do not know me very well if at all due to my rather late arrival. My name is Aldhelm and like you, I have been sent to get to the bottom of these "disturbances". I am not trying to rush any of you, but I believe that time is of the absolute essence when addressing this situation. I think that we should get a move on with these parchments as soon as possible and elect a leader to tell Bharat Desani to get our supplies and then rest. I hope I am not the only one in the group who is exhausted. For the delegate to Bharat, I nominate Khyros."

[Morgoth]

"I thank you for your kind help," Chucahau replies as he follows Kyrika to the corner of the room. "I understand that you wish to learn something about the more ... natural ways of fighting. But I do not know how much help I can provide. I can fight unarmed and with my spear - yes, that is the actual purpose of the staff I am carrying with me. I have learned that weapons are despised in this land. That is why I hide the head in my bag, and use the shaft as a walking staff instead. Bute maybe the melee is not the right place for you to be. I offer you my blowgun and darts, and can show you how to use it."

 

He rummages in his carrying bag and, throwing a quick glance around the room with the result that no one seems to be watching, produces a blowtube and three small leather packages, one as large as his hand, another half as large and a very small one. Showing the contents of the packages to Kyrika one after the other (the thrid one he handles with extreme care), he continues:

 

"Please, take this as a gift. I have not many darts left - these dozen are normal darts, carved from wood. These six have been treated with poison - but you have to aim well, or they will have no effect. Be careful with these two - the poison applied to them is deadly. It can seal a man's fate within the blink of an eye."

 

Wrapping everything up, he puts the small bundle on the table in front of Kyrika.

 

"I will show you later on how to use it ... if you wish. But now, there seems to be no one listening. So allow me to make myself clear. Why do you hide your true identity? Why don't you show your abilities, and why do you pretend not to know me? Are these others not to be trusted? I am sure they would not be here if you did not wish them to present. So what is the purpose of your current guise?"