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A Gathering of Heroes.

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Wildhunt
GM, 20 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:08
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A Gathering of Heroes

Finding the relaxed position uncomfortable, her legs not reaching the ground, Audrianna rights herself so that she is sitting forward to the small table, her eyes staring into the aasimar's, unsure of his reaction to her forthcoming reply.

"I am saying Eltagard needs an enemy to keep the people pious, just fearful enough to accept that walls, both literal and figuratively, are needed. Healthy fear combined with full stomachs makes for tranquil, susceptible folk."
Wildhunt
GM, 21 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:09
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A flicker of surprise followed by a frown crosses Lorecine's face before he regains his composure. Forcing a smile back onto his face, he replies, his voice a little more challenging, a resonance to his words likely born from his angelic blood as he seeks to tear your accusation apart.

"An interesting if unfounded observation, but we have not been at war for almost ten years, no enemy dwells in our midst, and yet, our people seek not to rise up. Our citizens follow our lead because they know a pious, hardworking life is one that has sacrifices."
Wildhunt
GM, 22 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:09
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"I fear that you take the concept of an enemy to literal Godsword Lorecine" Audrianna replies as she takes another draw from the glass of water that is once again in reach. Putting it down, she decides that it is time to end this conversation, to make the Godsword throw her out in rage or to change the uncomfortable subject to something else, hopefully her reason for being here.

"In the absence of an enemy your people can see, you make one they cannot. From town and villages I passed through, to the white walls of this fair city, I have seen hundreds of posters that warn citizens of non-believers that seek to take their freedom, that instruct them to report suspicious activity, whether it be a stranger or neighbour. Others decry entertainers who use illusions and parlor tricks as possible charlatans and witches. There are many more variations I have seen but all are fear-mongering with no real threat detailed."

Before he can reply, she holds her hand up to show she is not done.

"In reply to your earlier question, I admire a lot about your country but I can already see it is not the one founded four decades ago in the fires of the Spellplague."

Audrianna then drums her gloved fingers on the scroll case that rests upon the table, the one that contains her summons and continues.

"So, as I am no use against a constructed enemy that is only in the hearts and minds of the people, I imagine you have a genuine threat you would like me to deal with?"
Wildhunt
GM, 23 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:10
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Lorecine's look of surprise returns despite his best efforts to maintain a calm and collected demeanor. For a moment, you think you may have pushed too hard, your surprisingly candid and subtly aggressive words hitting a sore spot. But, as the moment becomes silent and awkward, a deep laughter spills forth from the Godsword, a pleasing sound of genuine mirth.

"Never have I heard such criticism of my country be put forth in such a delightful accent. Oh to be able to inform my superiors of poor news, confident that my words would wash their anger away with such a warm cadence."

Suddenly relaxed, all hints of arrogance now gone, a natural smile now upon his lips, he leans forth and refills both your glasses before continuing, now blatantly ignoring the scroll that you tap.

"I admit though, I am surprised to hear such cynicism from an elven champion of good. I have done my research, you are figure known for benevolent deeds in a few lands and cities, a compassionate woman who is quick to smile and even quicker to strike down tyranny. How is that one such as you can now find darkness in a land of divine light?"
Wildhunt
GM, 24 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:10
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Taking the refilled glass and nodding politely to the Godsword, Audrianna takes a long sip as she mulls her words, a pang of guilt hitting her. She had been unnecessarily rude, and while the conversation continued to avoid her summons, Lorecine had only attempted polite conversation, despite some of the loaded questions.

"I apologise Godsword Lorecine" Audrianna begins as she returns his smile "my words were inappropriate."
Wildhunt
GM, 25 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:12
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"Tsk" Loresine interrupts. "Do not apologise for an honest answer. I asked a question and I received a reply. It is rare to receive rebuttals of such rawness. It is more refreshing than I would have thought."
Wildhunt
GM, 26 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:12
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Audrianna subconsciously bites her lip, the Godsword's demeanor now open and friendly but she was unsure whether it was a trap. He seemed un-phased by her words now but seemed to want her to continue answering his rather pointed questions.

"Cynical?" she thought to herself. "I have been called a lot of things, but never cynical."

Feeling his stare upon her, the aasimar waiting for his answer, Audrianna decides to try some of the empty wisdom Hawksblade enjoyed forcing upon her.

"I bore witness to the great war of angels and demons that shook Faerun, the event a precursor to the Spellplague. And in that time, I looked into the divine alabaster faces of purity and found only apathy for mortal kind, their actions every bit as destructive as the demons they fought. I know they were fallen, their kind not indicative of all celestials, but it taught me not take things at face value, no matter how pure it seems, after all, the brighter the light, the deeper the shadows."

"Oh, by the gods" Audrianna thinks as soon as the words leave her mouth. She felt shame just for uttering the last line, one she knew her sword had uttered before, but somehow, he did not sound like a smug airhead when he said it. Cringing slightly, she awaits the response.
Wildhunt
GM, 27 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:13
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Lorecine offers a kindness by not reacting to your awkwardness, just nodding along to your words. As you finish, he stands and picks up the scroll case from the table. Regarding it with some intensity, he runs his hands over the hardened leather tube, faint carvings of Elturgard's crest suddenly glowing with a pale yellow light. In the dim radiance of the room, the runes display with startling clarity upon the marble floor and dark walls, the symbols slowly flickering and expanding.

Before your eyes, dozens of images appear over all the surfaces of the room, moving pictures of your travel from Berdusk to Elturel. Upon the roof, you see yourself on your hands and knees in the mud, your delicate features straining as you try to wedge wooden planks under the wheel of a stuck wagon, the elderly farmer and wife nearby looking relieved at their good fortune. On the floor, it shows you at rest beneath a willow, scratching Shorel's ears as you eat an apple, a look of dopey happiness of your companions face.

Currently, Lorecine seems to be focusing on one in particular. In it, you have a youth who had just tried to hold you up on a small lane not far from a small hamlet, dead to rights, your bow at full draw, a bead upon his chest. In his hands, an old crossbow shakes, as he tries to demand you drop your valuables, his faint bravery coming from the hemp hood that hid his features. Despite the land strongly patrolled, there were places where crimes of opportunity could occur, this winding lane surrounded by high hedges one of them. You had tried to talk him down, his fear obvious but he seemed strangely resolute. He was fearful. With a crossbow pointed at you, you had fair justification to fire but your gut feeling told you otherwise. An arrow loosed, striking the crossbow and shattering it in the surprised boy's hands, his reaction slow as you crossed the divide and grabbed him by the scruff. He led you back to where his step-father waited for the goods, an interaction that resulted in you having to help carry his unconscious form back to the nearby hamlet with the aid of the boy. Upon seeing the state of the mother, the bruises and shy glances, the step-father was lucky to only have two broken fingers when he was handed over to a watchman. Your quiet word with the bastard moments before enough to convince him to solely take the blame for the act of banditry.

Many of the other images are mundane, tracing your steps to where you are now, your unhurried and easy manner with the many locals seemingly pleasing the aasimar. Despite your shock at the invasive magic, you are least thankful it seems not to display more private moments.

"It is in moments when people act naturally, unaware of eyes upon them, that one can judge a true character of a person." Lorecine speaks quietly as he continues to glance at the different images, oblivious to your growing discomfort.

"Tell me" he asks now more firmly as he turns to look at you, his handsome features now reset to the slightly crooked smile "why did you answer the summons? You find our nation's sensibilities strange and restricting and yet, I know you diverted from your trip back to Baldur's Gate to answer a random request. What did you expect to hear once here?"

His questions flow into each other despite his even tone and as you stare at him, you find your eyes locked upon his own as his now heady voice fills your senses. You know you should be angry at the situation but he seems sincere, no realization of what he has done is wrong, only genuine interest in your reason for being here. In that moment, caught in a sensation of his naivety about the scrying and his earnest wonder, you feel that it would be a sin to lie as it may cause his radiant face to frown. As you breath deeply to regain your senses, the rich incense fills your nose and everything feels slightly dreamlike. The words are upon your lips and as you go to answer, your mind races, you feel no danger but years of experience warns you that all is not right. In a flash, you remember, this is a Godsword, a powerful paladin in service to the city, not some young, charming priest full of new zeal for his church. In that moment of clarity, the compulsion spell shatters though it seems to not change Lorecine's demeanor, he still stands waiting for an answer with a smile.
Wildhunt
GM, 28 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:13
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Blinking a few times as she stares at the Godsword with obvious shock on her face, Audrianna struggles to find the words that expresses her displeasure while simultaneously not sending her to the pillory. She studies his face, at first assured that his actions were purposeful just to rise her ire for some reason, but as she realises that he genuinely sees no wrong in the spying and compelling of truth, Audrianna takes a few moments to centre herself before answering, allowing her anger to quell.

“I admit, I am asking myself that right now. Was it all a test, the broken cart, the terrified boy? I could have killed him.”
Wildhunt
GM, 29 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:13
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"No" Lorecine replies evenly "Watching natural events play out is a far greater test of character than anything we could orchestrate."
Wildhunt
GM, 30 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:13
  • msg #30

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Shaking her head for a moment, Audrianna settles her azure gaze on the aasimar as she continues her own questions, ignoring his request for answers.

"Why the perfidious summons?

She goes to wait to allow him to answer but recalling his earlier words, she adds "And why were you watching me to start with?"
Wildhunt
GM, 31 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:14
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The Godsword tucks his arms behind his back as he cocks his head slightly, that wry smile never leaving his face as ponders your questions, a moment of indecision on whether to answer or push his own interrogation. He errs on the side of diplomacy at this point.

"There was no duplicity in your summons. We legitimately wished for your presence here and we decided to get some preliminary concerns out of the way. Within Elturgard, all citizens may be watched either mundanely or magically as seen fit by a Whitespeaker or higher if there reasonable concern of safety to the Theocracy. You agreed to this as soon as you entered our borders. Ignorance in not admissable."
Wildhunt
GM, 32 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:14
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"Concern of safety? What basi"
Wildhunt
GM, 33 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:15
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The Godsword raises his hand to motion you to stop as he draws forth another scroll from his sleeves. Clearing his throat, he begins to intone in a suddenly deep and serious manner.

"Audrianna of Mielikki, no last name known. Moon elven female, age indeterminate. Distinguishing characteristics: waist length silvery hair, dark blue eyes, non-specked, little over 5' tall, alluring physical beauty, distinctive hawk headed longsword, unique white yew longbow, generally clad in fine leather clothes. Pale unicorn shaped birthmark on right shoulder, small tattoo of Mielikki and Selune on left ankle and small, stylized butterfly tattoo on lower midriff..."
Wildhunt
GM, 34 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:15
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"On midriff? How did you ge..?"
Wildhunt
GM, 35 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:15
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Lorecine places his free hand to his lips to motion you to stop interrupting as he continues his review.

"First recorded appearance in Berdusk in 1384DR as a member of the guard, a one year station to gain city permanency. 1 recorded infraction. Notable actions and appearances: Re-opened road from Berdusk to Amn that ran through the Snake Wood, a truce forged with a resident green dragon. Assisted early Elturgard forces in hunting demons and devils that plagued the land. Unlawfully removed a regional lord on accusations of diabolism, sited self-defence."

Lorecine goes silent for a moment as his eyes search over the page, before pulling forth a second and then a third scroll. Shaking his head, he looks up to your wide-eyed expression.

"If you don't mind, I am going to just provide a summary of the last four decades." Without waiting for your response, he continues. "Within Elturgard and eleven other foreign lands and regions, the one known as Audrianna of Mielikki has been linked to the removal of no less than two dozen officials by either violence or proof of crimes as well as the destruction of numerous powerful aberrations and organized cults and criminal organisations. Collated witness statement and reports reveal that the elven woman is capable of frightening combat prowess, her archery skill slaying man and monster alike with ease. Even in melee or hand to hand combat, the subject has been barely matched across southern Faerun. The capacity for violence significantly increased when in the company of her identical twin, Melissa Mytherin of Baldur's Gate. Subject appears to follow basic laws of the land she is in and has shown to be no threat to common folk but has displayed constant disregard for a nation's laws or status quo."

Finished, the Godsword drops the pages onto the table in front of you as he takes a breath. Sprawled out, you can see an eerily accurate and detailed timeline of your travels written in a fine, spidery script. Taking seat again opposite you, Lorecine takes a long drink from the refreshing water and returns to his more friendly, honeyed voice.

"Of course it is in the interest of the Theocracy to take notice when someone of your history and prowess enters our lands. Do you think we only concern ourselves with obvious threats like enemy spies and insidious traitors? You and your sister are but two of a list of individuals that we keep detailed records of, your abilities enough to cause de-stabilisation in a region if you so wished. Like many of your glory-seeking and adventuring kind, you refuse to swear allegiance to any legitimate government or cause, and so therefore, are an unknown risk. Does that answer your question on our basis for such concerns?"

Done, he relaxes again into his chair as he motions you continue your questions.
Wildhunt
GM, 36 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:15
  • msg #36

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Completely off-guard, Audrianna reels at the information overload she had just received. As her mind raced to form something resembling of an intelligent reply, she found only one, petty, thought came to mind.

"Your spy network is working on old information, dear Godsword" her gloved finger tracing some lines on the first parchment.

As he leans in to look, curiosity most likely on his face, Audrianna continues, pointing out a significant detail.

"I had the stomach tattoo removed. Didn't know what it represented so I paid a mage to erase it. Don't want to be confused with any other silver haired elven rangers in the land." With that, she casts her eyes up at his, a smile playing on her lips. She would no longer let him dictate the conversation by keeping her in state of bewilderment. Audrianna's rarely used sarcasm and dryness coming to her aid.
Wildhunt
GM, 37 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:16
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Lorecine just sighs as he leans back into his chair, a slight roll of his eyes as he realizes that you are not going to freely give your answers, his divine given compulsion failing.

"The others seemed equally annoyed, yet surely, you all cannot expect to cross borders at your leisure and interfere in a land's rule without being watched? You should not be concerned, we are quite happy with your first test, our reports of your misguided goodwill holding true."

The Godsword stands again, collecting the scroll case, the runes still flashing parts of your trip across the room, before deactivating the magic. Silently, he approaches the the nearby wall and presses on a panel, a small draw opening where you can see a numerous other scrolls sitting in velvet lined indents. He returns yours to an empty slot, three others still empty. Once done, he takes on a more formal stance again, his hands once more behind his back as he looks to you in your seat.

"Our fair nation is not as enemy free as you may believe, there is indeed a darkness but it is not one of our own making. And yet, this threat, one that threatens the while Theocracy, is one we struggle to understand and manage. Our council is paralyzed with indecision, the requirements of any action having to fit into the strictures of Torm and to a lesser extend, Tyr and Helm."

He begins to pace, his slippered feet making the barest of sounds upon the marble floor as he passes behind you.

"I have need of individuals who are both competent and trustworthy, but are not bound by The Creed Resolute. Our fears however, are that we may expose ourselves to unknown consequences by allowing agents of chaos like yourself into the inner workings and secrets of our nation. We need your experience and unique outlook but you are an unknown threat. You must be tested so that we can sanction your duties to us. You have passed one test, but more I need and they must be done blindly on your behalf, your own faith in Elturgard to do what is right paramount. Are you ready to begin the next step?"

As he finishes, he stops behind his chair, hands upon the high back as his golden eyes bore once more into you.
Wildhunt
GM, 38 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:16
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While indignation should have flooded through Audrianna, the aasimar's presumptuousness in direct opposition to her more carefree nature, she finally realised that despite his overbearing actions, he was hiding genuine concern for his nation. Likely, he has never had to question the direction of his beloved Theocracy and due to both his blessed blood and high-ranking in both church and state, has probably only had to speak to inferiors, people who must follow his words. Audrianna finally realising his tone was truly without malice or pointed judgement, he just honestly did not know how to speak with someone out of a pre-defined social and power structure, decided her standoffish attitude was not going to make any ground here.

Looking into his eyes, his handsome features set with a rigidness that belied his earlier cockiness, Audrianna felt her decision was likely already made. She had wanted to return to Baldur's Gate before the winter, her last trip keeping her away for almost two years. She had missed her sister and wanted spend some relaxing time in the grand city, a chance to create some new leatherwork designs based on her recent travels as well as transferring her many journey notes into a new almanac. But despite her stinging criticism of Elturgard at the start of their conversation, some of it already justified based on their heavy-handed spying and manipulation of her and others, she held to her statement that there was still much to admire about the nation. While there would always be the poor and unfortunate like she saw on the way up through the city, in general, Elturgard's people seemed happy and safe, their communities close-knit and their bellies full. She could only count Cormyr as nation where its majority of citizens were more well-off. Audrianna did feel, with rare cynicism, something she only now knew she had due to the aasimar, that she would see Elturgard's light fade in her lifetime, but she would do what she could to prevent it as long as possible.

"Very well, Godword Lorecine, I will accept that the Theocracy of Eltugard has it's citizens best interests at heart and so, will agree to prove my trustworthiness to you. But," Audrianna stands from her seat and pulls her necklace forth from beneath her jacket, the wood and silver symbol of Mielikki proudly presented, "if at anytime, I feel that I am required to perform an action that is in direct opposition to my own core tenants or sense of right, I will walk away. If you are willing to take that risk in me, I will take the risk in seeing out your request in blind faith. Do we have a deal?"

With that, Audrianna holds her hand out across the table to shake in agreement. In her mind, this is a terrible idea done for the right reasons. But in reality, she has had far worse interactions with government officials over the years, many thinking adventurers to be expendable and without morals, sacks of gold thrown at her with barely a word but to go slay something unpleasant for them.
Wildhunt
GM, 39 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:17
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The Godsword dips his head down to your outstretched hand, a single brow arched, but he hears the sincerity in your words. He pulls hihis right hand free from behind him and grasps your hand. Even through the thin leather of your gloves, you can feel a warmth from his touch, his hand enveloping your but not crushing it.

Content that you have committed to his cause, he motions to the single other door in the room, opposite of where you entered.

"Please, it is time to meet the other two individuals that have heard Elturgard's call and have been found worthy. The three of you will be meeting the next challenge together. So follow me if you would and I will take you to your personal quarters that you may use while in Elturel."

With that, he strides past you and opens the door, a long corridor stretching out beyond where numerous closed doors line the walls. He stops momentarily to ensure you are following before he continues his path. You are led through a dizzying array of hallways and sub-rooms, each decorated with an array of banners and military icons of Torm. Councilors, attendants and divine adherents pass around you, each staring at your passing, whispers chasing your back about your presence. Most are words of curiosity, only a few somewhat insulting, their fears that you are a corrupting influence.

Eventually, you pass out into a courtyard, as you realize that the area that you passed through was a row of interconnected buildings, a majority of this ward of the city one enormous maze of civic buildings. The courtyard is small and private with an unadorned fountain in the centre and a couple of stone benches circling it. A few flowers dot the ground, pushing up past the old cobblestones. At the rear of the courtyard is several doors, one open where you can see a single bedroom beyond.

"Your room is on the left, there is no key needed here. You and your allies will have privacy, no guards will stand in this area. However" Lorecine stops and allows the more stony facade to fall over his face again as he points to several doors behind you "we must protect ourselves and the city and so, there will be a station of elite guard in the rooms beyond. They are equipped with magical artifice to quell any trouble."

With his lecture done, Lorecine nods silently to you, the previously talkative paladin now a man of few words, and leaves out the door you entered, apparently your tour complete.

Alone, you are unsure how long you are expected to wait, concern for Shorel in your mind. But even as you dwell on how to retrieve him, you spot his head pop out from behind a bench before he trots out to you, a large steak in his drooling mouth. Seeing your disapproving look at his easily bought loyalty, he drops it and pushes it towards you, the sad-eyed beast knowing full well you will not take his prize.
Wildhunt
GM, 40 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:17
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"Tis' yours Shorel" Audrianna says to him in mocking annoyance before giving him a scratch behind the ear. "Apparently they were not going to take no for an answer if you are already here. Either that, or the Godsword had high opinion of his diplomatic powers."

With no-one obviously around, she makes for her provided room.
Wildhunt
GM, 41 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:18
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As you approach your room, your near-supernatural hearing detects movement from the chamber with the open door. What sounded like whispering prayer stops and you hear footfalls approaching the open portal, a strange shuffling sound accompanying the movement.

Before you step up onto the slightly raised landing that circles the courtyard, a figure steps out, your arrival piquing the interest.

Despite yourself, one that is rarely impressed or intimidated these days, you stop as what appears to be an armoured angel steps out into the light of the courtyard, the main garden being open to the sky so that all you stand there may see the Companion's glory. At first impression, you liken her to your old friend, the Angel-Servitor of Selune, Asiyra. Pale silvery white hair that matches your own falls around a face of sculptured beauty, while a magnificent pair of white wings sprout from her back. The armour, delicately detailed, is crafted from Elysian bronze and looks menacing while still enhancing of her tall, statuesque physique. But that is where the comparison ends, for despite the angelic, classical beauty that she and Asiyra shares, there is an intensity that burns within the eyes of the woman who stands before you, an unwavering stare that seems to burn deep into your soul. Despite Asiyra's legendary fighting ability, unmatched by any mortal, there was a grace and gentleness to her, a presence that both inspired and drew people to her. But now, you sense every part of you is being judged, scored against some hidden record, as her steely gaze takes stock of your stance, state of your clothes, and unblinking stare back at her. Despite your lack of fear of her, your stance easy and breathing easy despite the charged situation, you sense she is unimpressed. However, it is hard to truly know, she has an impressive poker face, not even a twitch of her mouth giving her agenda away.

Apparently finishing her stock of you, she silently turns on her heel and re-enters her room, the door closing behind it. Despite her voice bare a whisper, you hear her return to her prayers, your surprise coming that they are spoken in Draconic and not Celestial. Alone again apart from Shorel who has greedily swallowed his stake and now gone to lie by the fountain, his head resting on the stone as he lazily laps at the water, you enter your room and find the equipment you left at the inn now upon a small dresser. The furnishings are sparse but the cot has proper furs and a goose-down mattress. In the corner, a small shrine has been set up, a grey cloth covering a table with some unlit candles and a censor. It appears to be non-denominational. Through the stone wall, you can hear the ongoing prayer of the angel woman, her voice husky but rhythmic despite the low tone and find it surprisingly soothing.
Wildhunt
GM, 42 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:18
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Audrianna looks around the room, the furnishings more than enough for what she needs. Heading to bed, she pulls the furs off, the additional covers not needed as she was used to sleeping out in the elements, and places them in a pile on the floor. Happy that Shorel now had a comfortable bed, she changes out of her glamoured clothing and into some more comfortable coverings, her interview part seemingly over. With a finely crafted pair of buckskin pants and matching lace-up sleeveless vest now worn, Audrianna heads back out into the courtyard with a small book in hand and takes a seat on one of the stone benches. The last few days had been long, the eternal sunlight quite draining but refreshed from her recent reverie, some quiet time to read a book she picked up while passing the through one of the Abeir transplanted countries recently.

"Daardendrien Medrash's Lives of the Twelve Dragon-scales", a biography of a dragonborn champion of Torm who sought to emulate the deeds of his ancestors in the new lands of Faerun. It appeared to be a solid piece of history about the mysterious dragonborn as well as providing some fascinating tales of myth from their ancient days. Audrianna had not been about to spend any time in the new nation of Tymanther as she rode back from the returned High Imaskur, but she hoped the book would prepare her for when she inevitably drifted east again and explored the predominately dragon-born nation. She is happy to sit and read for a few hours, assuming someone will let her know when her skills are needed.
Wildhunt
GM, 43 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:18
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A little over half an hour passes, the background noises of the rest of the civic complex slowly fading into a barely noticeable drone as you rest easily upon the bench. Shorel is at you feet enjoying the warmth of the sun, his eyes closed as he dreams of the many plains you have crosses, his powerful hind legs kicking away.

Despite her attempts to be unobtrusive, you clearly hear the door to the angelic woman's door open and her steps circling behind you. You can tell she still has her beautiful but dark-hued armour on by its tell-tale clinks. Thinking she has not been detected, the woman stops while still behind you and you hear the unfurling of her great wings, likely to both stretch them after being in her confining room and to gain some warmth from the twin suns above. Obviously content, she appears in the corner of your eye and takes rest on a bench, her dark eyes once again boring into you. She also has what appears to be a long glaive in her hands, the shaft resting across her lap, the head covered in a thick, leather sheath. After a moment, her eyes drop slightly, and her face softens but her attention on you remains, it becoming obvious she is waiting for you to finish your reading.
Wildhunt
GM, 44 posts
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 04:19
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Audrianna closes the book and wraps the leather cord carefully back around it to prevent damage, her backpack often a shambles, and places it down beside her on the bench. Turning her attention to the woman, she offers a friendly smile despite unsure how it would be received, the angel appearing to be quite stiff in her interactions before speaking, some levity in her voice. This entire nation a little too serious for her liking.

"Audrianna, itinerant ranger of Mielikki and deemed a good-intentioned but misguided force of chaos by the Theocracy of Elturgard. I hope you received a more favourable assessment than I."
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