Tales of Faerun

[Brutii]

Daud glanced to the Ulitharid as he introduced himself as Xallistine and spoke quickly "A party consisting of such a variety of races hardly seems humble to me... But that is what happens when you spend the majority of your life in an area dominated by one race." Daud said as he examined the Ulitharid. The variety was rather astounding, he had never really seen this many different races in one area. In fact, it was largely a new experience to him. He turned his head to the woman who identified herself as Rhaine and shivered slightly as she mentioned herself as being the chosen of Kelemvor. Seemed the gods enjoyed taunting him with endless reminders of his own mortality "I figured as much." He said simply as she left, and he sighed weakly. He had collected a fair deal of supplies upon arrival, and he didn't feel like heading into the cold.

Daud turned his head to the seemingly drunken woman and looked her up and down. She probably looked alright when she didn't look like she had been trampled by Horses. They had called her Aurora from what he had caught and she didn't seem like a fighter or such. He considered speaking to her and asking about her, but considering she was seemingly drunk he decided against it, lest he accidently offend her or something.

He half sat half collapsed onto a chair which creaked as he did. He glanced down to ensure the damned thing wasn't about to collapse, and while one of the legs appeared to have been splintered, he doubted he had been the one do it as the damage looked as though it had been repaired before. He took a few moments before speaking again

"Who is this Dracolich? And what's across 'Shaar'?"

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Nawen shot a confused look at Aurora, for someone like her it was difficult to understand how could anyone be so upset over clothes, but she had nothing to say that would help the bardess so she turned to Zorica and Daud to greet them. "I'm Nawen, pleased to meet you." She said to both before ordering some meat for Rhegar.

 

"That dracolich," she paused trying to remember its name, "Valthanarax, is the leader of the Cult of the Dragon. One of his phylacteries is across Shaar." She explained to Daud.

 

"Valtra... Valthra... Valthy," Shalena said from across the table, "why do dragons have these ridiculously long names anyway? It's a damn tongue-breaker." The pirate added, but when remembered that she forgot to introduce herself as well.

 

"Ay, yes. Where are my manners?" She said as she arose from her seat and bowed dramatically, "my name is Shalena Windsail, captain of the Sea's Compass."

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[spyro1201]

Adroroar had been walking along his path for days with barely any rest. The long trek has taken it's toll on him, thoguh. The tiefling was draging his feet and breathing heavily. He was about to call it a day and start finding a tree to lean on and sleep for a spell, until he notices stone walls in the distance.

 

Feeling as if he had just slept all day, Adroroar quickened his pace towards the city. Finally, food and a bed....

 

Once Adroroar reached and entered the town, all he could think of was how to get to the nearest Inn. Thanks to his hat casting a shade over his face and the dimmer light of the evening, the tiefling didn't have to worry much about potential hostility towards his race.

 

After asking around, Adroroar found his way to a nondescript tavern. Not wanting to attract too much attention, he slowly creeped through the door and looked to find a seat, but not before getting a drink for himself.

 

It didn't take long for him to notice the very..colorful...group of people in the inn. One could tell they're adventurers forom a mile away.

 

"Hmm...I wonder if they know how to get to Eartheart..." - the tiefling thought.

 

After finnishing his drink, Adroroar decided to ask them for directions. Upon getting close to their table, he overhears the tall man infront of him ask about Shaar.

 

"Excuse me..Uh..Are you going to The Shaar as well? I couldn't help overhearing..." - Carter asked timidly.

[Quintatas]

Many new patrons came into the inn, but Xundus ignored them all; he was too busy eating a small meal of bread and cheese. When he finished eating, the drow made his way to his room, laying his gear out on his bed and leaning back against the wall. It had been a long trip to Iljak, and he planned to rest well. Sitting down in a manner he would be comfortable for a while, he quickly entered Reverie.

 

He would rest well, indeed.

[josh900]

Tannin let out a sigh and looked down at Aurora with a smile. "My dear lady the ruined outfit doesn't detract from your appearance at all. Now come on, we should find you a clothing shop before they all close, can't have a lady walking around in broken shoes and tattered clothing. Should get you washed up too, looks like you haven't exactly been having a good day." He said in a sympathetic tone of voice.

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Azuris watched the newcomers all come in and introduce themselves but kept watch of Zorica, another Paladin of Kelemvor he was unaware of her purpose being here and didn't want to take any chances. He needed to make sure she wasn't here after him and so he made a rather bold move. He stood up from his seat and approached her.

"Zorica was it? I'm Azuris. So what brings you out to these southern lands?"

[AurianaValoria1]

Zorica polished off her mug just as a tall and broad man approached her. His beard alone would've made a dwarf green with envy. She stared at him with glowing amber eyes over the rim of her tankard for a few breaths before lowering it with a grin, "Rather forward, aren't you? Pleasure to meet you, Azuris. As I said to the Lady Chosen, I'm here on a mission of personal vengeance against followers of Velsharoon. But I figure that's probably a story you don't want to hear much about..."

 

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Meanwhile, Rhaine had just changed into her nightgown and was preparing for bed, combing her crimson mane before her dresser. He feet were bare, one set of toes peeping out from under the skirt of her nightdress as she sat on one leg. Her thoughts were still active with plans for the days ahead...and worry for what would meet them wherever Kalin was being held...

[tokyobiohazard]

Ianthe looked around at her companions and realized slowly that the friendship they once shared seemed worn-down. She watched as all her friends went to bed seperately without caring to say goodnight, and furrowed her brow.

Hearing Zorica say "story," Ianthe decided that was exactly what the group needed to feel close to each other again. Yes, she could see it now. She walked over to Arva and snatched the rather fat and bulging pouch of money from his belt, prompting a look of bewilderment.

She slammed it down on the counter as the barkeep started to wipe up a mess of spilled liquor, causing him to look up at her. "Yes, miss?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I want you to make all the hot cocoa you have!"

"ALL of it?" The barkeep said, then stared at her money, realizing she was quite serious.

Ianthe left the full bag on the counter, Aera watching it with large, disbelieving eyes, then stormed into the hallway to the door to Rhaine's room. She banged on the door, prompting a clicking sound from the lock turning over as the door unlocked.

As the door swung open, Ianthe grabbed Rhaine by her bare wrist and quite literally dragged the half-elf into the common room of the tavern, her brow still furrowed.

"We're telling stories," she explained, plopping her behind down on the floor close to the fire. "Go ahead, Zorica."

Arva smiled at his wife and grabbed up a cup of hot cocoa as the waitresses began handing it around. Aera managed the same, and took a sip before hers could cool off.

[mythicdawnmaster]

"A tailor! Yes! We must dash!" Aurora suddenly felt adrenaline surge outward from her stomach, revitalizing her and filling her with a tempest of energy. Jumping to her feet she dashed out of the inn, very nearly tripping on the step to get out, as she had fallen to get in. Not wishing a repeat, she carefully lifted her leg and stepped over the tavern's threshold, and once she was out onto the street once more, she pointed to the step with an accusing finger and laughed "Ha! Didn't get me this time demon!" with a joyous giggle, she set out down the street to find the tailor, townspeople avoiding her like the plague as before...

 

When she re-entered the inn, Aurora was a new woman.

 

Her outfit screamed expense and flamboyance, crafted from the materials she had discovered in the dragons lair (materials she remembered while weaving the streets) her outfit was by far more impressive than her simple blue jumpsuit. In it's place, she wore a dangerously short pink garment. It clung to her like a second skin, embellished heavily in gold it cut low between her cleavage but held her assets in place, protecting her lower modesty just enough. Her arms were wrapped in fine bandages of cream silk, visible through the widely-cut sleeves that matched her dress. Around her neck a delicate lace ruff was fastened with an ornate gold choker, bright amethyst gemstone catching the inn's dim light magnificently. A huge, hot pink, silk hat sat atop her head, trimmed in a thread of gold and host to a plume of magnificent furs and feathers, all dyed a baby pink. Her newly-cleaned hair hung in soft waves over her right shoulder, and her face bore a natural coat of flattering makeup, dark eyeliner and glossy lips. Her footsteps were the telltale click of heels, and Aurora was rather proud of her latest pair; thigh high lavender and trimmed with gold.

 

"Evening!" She re-greeted everyone, as though her previous... predicament had not ever occurred.

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"Story telling eh," Shalena said as she stood up and grabbed a cup of hot cocoa, "have fun with that."

 

The pirate emptied the cup and placed it on the counter before heading towards the door. She wasn't interested in sharing stories so she decided to leave before it was too late.

 

Nawen, who was still in the common room watched Ianthe with the surprised look on her face. "What is she planning?" She thought, but when she heard her explaining to Rhaine what's this all about. "Telling stories? Sounds like fun." She said as she took a cup of hot cocoa and sat by the fire.

[Flipout6]

"Uh..." Weyland suddenly found himself with a big cup of cocoa in front of him. Shrugging, he finished off his beer and starting sipping the scalding-hot new beverage. Sybille, pleased with Ianthe's idea, planted her chair by the table closest the roaring fire and laid her maul against the wall behind her. Marie sat down beside her. Weyland scooted his own chair over to the table and planted his cup on it, before leaning back and relaxing. Amendale sat beside him, and Annette shyly sat herself beside him, a fact Sybille noted with amusement. Marie gave her sister a subtle smirk.

 

"Story time, eh?" Sybille mused. "That sounds like fun. One way to help me get to know everyone better. So, who's goin' first?"

 

"I will. If you stop getting all giddy about it." Weyland poked. "Don't know what you'd want to hear about, though."

 

"I say we celebrate your favorite housecat's death by hearing about how you got away from her." Sybille told him. Weyland winced.

 

"Not exactly my finest hour." His lip curled at the thought.

 

"You haven't told anyone the story yet. I'd say it's about time you did." Amendale pressured, grinning mischievously and without shame.

 

Weyland sighed. "Fine." He took a sip of cocoa. "Well, when Sana nabbed me down by the well as a child, she hauled me off to the Calim desert. Had over thirty other people, boys and girls like me, some of 'em had barely seen six winters and a few were almost adults. Didn't matter, she had control of us all the same. She had people to braid her hair and wash her, mostly used the younger boys and the girls for that one. Older kids, especially the strong ones, she'd use her magic to play with their minds, sometimes fight each-other."

 

There was a pause, and then Weyland added quietly, "Some of them died. Did that to me more than once, beat another boy to death with my bare hands because she warped my mind into thinking I was killing HER. But that only happened once."

 

He scowled, and as he told the story, his eyes grew more and more distant, until he looked like he was a hundred miles away. "In nine years, she managed to get almost twenty of us killed. One day we- me and a few others- decided we'd had enough. Tricked her into letting us sharpen wood and rocks into crude swords and hammers so we could entertain her more, and when that was done, we used them against her. We managed to get the drop on her when she fell asleep relaxing in the sun, stabbed her a few times." He shuddered. "Six of us she took out with just her claws and teeth. I remember she threw an older boy, eighteen or so, right past us and he was in two pieces and only held together by- Uh, let's not get into that."

 

"You don't have to tell it if you don't want to." Annette chimed in. "If it's difficult for you, don't get yourself worked up.

 

Weyland waved it off in a terrible attempt at nonchalance. "It's fine. Just because it's painful doesn't mean I can't tell the story."

 

"If you're sure."

 

"She pulled out those hells-damned scimitars of hers after and it turned into a massacre. In the end, she chased a wounded child- the only other survivor- into the desert as I ran the other way. She almost tracked me down. I actually saw her at one point. She'd taken.....souvenirs. From the dead ones. I saw fingers, a hand, even a severed head..." He shuddered. "I stumbled at random into Memnon, guided by the roads and a cloud of smoke, and half-dead from dehydration. I was a sorry sight, had to work a month just to scrape together what I needed to get to Myratha. Spent years paranoid and scared. Met Amendale along the way, he helped ease my mind, and eventually she slipped to the back of my mind. Can't thank him enough for that." He shot Amendale a warm, grateful smile, and then took a sip of cocoa.

 

"Eh, sometimes his drunken antics are worth it." Amendale remarked casually, and grinned cheekily. Weyland rolled his eyes and thumped him on the shoulder.

 

"One hells of a story you got there." Sybille said, eyebrows raised.

 

"Not much fun when I'm the only one left to tell it." Weyland rebuked, not without a noticeable bitterness in his voice.