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Post by zeferin on Jan 27, 2012 16:23:00 GMT -4
"I am Solonius, Abbot of this Temple. Tell me, how is Koil doing lately?"
Trazish couldn't hid the look of surprise on his face. He had just started the mission and he had already been found out! If Koil was here, he would have made Trazish write out the scriptures by hand as punishment.
Collecting himself, Trazish said under his breath, "My master has told me I could never hide my tell all that well." Looking back up, he added, "To answer your question, my master is well enough to give me orders from our goddess." Walking closer towards a chair of his own, Trazish could feel the old man's eyes looking at him, and it sent a small chill down his spine. They were eyes that had seen much and knew very well how to truly see people. Knowing that being too friendly and talking too long could lead to Trazish saying too much he continued, "Now, as much as I would love to have some idle chit chat about how you figured me out so fast or how you know my master, I feel that skipping right to the reason I am here would save us both precious time."
Letting the chain slide a little down his arm inside his shirt, just in case it had to come to that, Trazish said, "I believe that 'Talon' was to pick up an item from you and deliver it to a certain gnome. I can't imagine you would like to simply help a fellow servant of the gods with his task assigned to him, now would you?" Trazish didn't want to start a fight. His job was to keep the natural order of life and death in check, not to add more to any one side.
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Post by blackhawk on Jan 27, 2012 16:48:39 GMT -4
Vulgrim huffs and rolls the scroll back up, tucking it back in his vest. Aboot what I expected. I think I have the coin hanging around in lockbox back in me forge...
He carries on as intended, picking his fingernails and removing a bit of errant dirt. He then re-braids a loose portion of beard and pulls out a scrap of paper and a bit of a charcoal stick. He sits and draws a concept for a rather unique looking longsword, contemplating what it would best be made out of to get the desired weight for the design.
( OOC: Yes, the time. I am killing it. )
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Post by mith on Jan 27, 2012 18:18:15 GMT -4
"Does the errand boy have to wait an hour every time he visits the tower?" asked Grumplestiltskin. The secretary's only reply was a brief, icy glance above her polished nails. "What a dull life," he sighed, loudly.
The dwarf who had come in with him appeared be browsing some official paperwork. Dwarves rarely made good conversation anyway - at least, not without drink. He turned to the secretary again.
"A long hour, or a short hour?" Again, she said nothing. "Well, in that case, I'll grab my late lunch a little early then. Expect me back within the hour."
Grumplestiltskin picked up his satchel and hurried out, making for the Academy gates at a quick pace. "It should take barely half an hour to get some bread and cheese at the shop by the gate," he thought. He grinned at the idea of munching noisily in the quiet, stone waiting room in the Tower.
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Post by irishmagician on Jan 27, 2012 19:15:15 GMT -4
The Abbot seems even more amused than before, as he notices the tension coming from "Talon." "Well, I can see that Koil most certainly did teach you many things. His personality always seems to shine through his students, especially the issues with trusting others," he says musingly as he rises. Unconcernedly, Solonius walks over to a chest on the other side of the room. Opening it, he rummages through it for a couple seconds. "But still, even suspicion can be useful on occasion. Hmm....here it is!" He pulls out a small object and closes the chest. Turning around, the object appears to be a holy symbol of Sarenrae; a gold encrusted sun, inlaid with gems and symbols, glints brightly in the wan light of the room.
"The Lady of Graves isn't the only one of the Gods with interest in the events that are beginning to transpire. I have received messages as well, similar to those given to thee and your teacher. But enough of that; what I have here is a relic from the Shrine of Light in Savanrae Village. Archmage Erfryn has requested to use it in an experiment he is to perform early this evening,"he says, all humor replaced with a visage of seriousness. "Your task is to deliver it to him, and gather as much information as you can on his intentions. Then, report your findings to Koil or myself as soon as you can." He places the symbol on the desk, near to "Talon." He steps back, giving the Inquisitor room to do what he wishes.
"Once you are ready, feel free to head to the Wizard's Tower," Solonius says. He pauses briefly, thinking for a moment. "I would recommend that you temper your zealousness for the nonce, whilst in the Tower. Despite his eccentricities, the Sage is a rather accomplished mage."
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As Grumplestiltskin walks out of the Tower, an elven girl passes him on the way in. The screech of an eagle can be heard in the distance, as the bird flies lazily around the roof of the Tower in widening circles. The halfling makes his way to the marketplace outside of the Academy gates. Sounds of merchants and farmers haggling over prices fill the area, with delicious aromas of food wafting through the air.
(OOC: Mith, I will need you to make a Perception check[/color])
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Post by Naerwen on Jan 27, 2012 19:49:28 GMT -4
The halfling she passed on the way in seemed to look as if he were on a mission or somewhat perturbed. Either way, she glanced around and approached the secretary. "Pardon me miss; I have an important time sensitive parcel from the High Druid, Giloren for the Archmage Erfryn. Is he available?"
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Post by mith on Jan 27, 2012 20:02:48 GMT -4
Grumplestiltskin quickly entered the market, preoccupied by the important question of which type of cheese he might prefer today. His nose answered him - "ah, that one!" - as he passed the stall of one of his favorite bakers. He traded a pair of coppers for half a loaf and an eighth of cheese, and started back towards the Tower.
Perception check: [dice=20] + 10[rand=8308693112339824735812800470739668755144882015886715370127931237]
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Post by zeferin on Jan 27, 2012 22:44:50 GMT -4
Trazish looked over the old man once again and finally let down his guard. "You are right that I may have picked up my master's trust issues, but trust isn't something I giving freely. Suspicion is in the job title." Walking over the the desk, Trazish took a small cloth from his pocket, wrapped the holy symbol and placed it in his pocket. "Well, Abbot, I'm glad that we met on good terms, but I shall be off to fulfill my task. I do wish I could understand the gods sometimes, but then that would take all the fun out of my job."
As he turned around and was about to leave, 'Talon' looked back and said, "Expect me back to let you know what I know. Master Koil is...away in the south and will be difficult to reach. If I don't show back up, then I will see you again in the Boneyard. Farewell, Abbot Solonius." And with that, Trazish ran off to the tower, running past a halfling and seeing a woman enter the tower as he reached the gate. Slowing his pace, 'Talon' walked the rest of the way to the tower.
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Post by irishmagician on Jan 28, 2012 13:17:55 GMT -4
The hour passes uneventfully for the dwarf, as his continues to develop his sketch.
(OOC: Blackhawk, make a Craft(Weapon) check to see if your design is feasible.)
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As Grumplestiltskin makes his way back to the Academy gates, something unusual catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. Down a boulevard in the distance, a wagon pulls up to an inn. What is unusual about it, rather, is the elf with a rather decorated longbow on his back who hops out of the wagon. He can be seen talking to no-one around him, almost as if he were talking to the bow. He strides into the inn. Shortly thereafter, another wagon pulls up and a young woman hops off. A dark-blue cloak that shimmers silver in the sunlight easily catches the halfling's notice as she strides into the inn as well.
After this unusual sight passes, the beckoning aroma of the cheese and bread draws Grumplestiltskin's attention back to the food in his hand. Before he can enjoy it any further, a young man dashes past the halfling, almost bowling him over.
(OOC: Mith, make an acrobatics check. Since you are surprised/flat-footed, do not include your dexterity bonus in your skill bonus.)
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As the elf addresses the secretary, she glances up from her desk again. Though now painting her nails, her response is similar to that given to those who arrived earlier. As time has passed, the wait time she gives you is approximately a half hour.
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Post by mith on Jan 28, 2012 14:27:49 GMT -4
Curious, Grumplestiltskin watches the unusual figures as they enter the Inn. He makes a mental note of the Inn and the wagons they drove, and returns to his lunch. Or tries to, at least, before an unobservant young Human brushes past him. "Watch where you're going, ya big lout!" He shouts at the departing figure.
(Acrobatics check: [dice=20] + 12)[rand=15700734918937087859757497441023634495627484284345241156073752791]
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Post by Naerwen on Jan 28, 2012 14:59:14 GMT -4
Naerwen nodded and glanced around the room. She noticed the dwarf sitting on one of the benches drawing something. She decided to enjoy an apple and some sunshine while she waited, so she stepped outside and fished one out of her bag. When Tiriel spotted her she slowly spiraled down closer to the ground. When the bird was close enough Naerwen held out an arm for her to perch on. Tiriel landed as gently as she could and flapped her wings a couple of times to gain her balance. Once balanced she let out a soft screech as if to say hello. Naerwen smiled and asked, "So did you see anything amusing while you were up there?" She took a bite of her apple and glanced around to observe her surroundings while she enjoyed the sunshine.
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Post by blackhawk on Jan 28, 2012 15:02:53 GMT -4
Vulgrim lifts up his drawing, looking it over in the light.
Craft (Weapons): [dice=20]+12[rand=32547793001867839153842371888459495762205682694901633635233156383]
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Post by irishmagician on Jan 29, 2012 0:00:36 GMT -4
The halfling manages to avoid be knocked over, though he is unable to keep hold of his lunch as it tumbles from his hands. The cheese and bread roll sadly through the dust and dirt on the cobblestones that line the road.
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The smith's sketch turn out to be quite promising, potentially outlining a method make a weapon with less raw material without compromising quality or durability.
(OOC: For the next weapon you Craft, you may do so at 10% less cost.)
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Post by blackhawk on Jan 29, 2012 14:14:55 GMT -4
Vulgrim nods to himself. "Tha' should work." He rolls the sketch back up and sticks it in another pocket in his vest.
Rousing himself from his personal world of smithing, he looks about the room again. Would'a swore tha there wer others waitin. Hrm. He gets up and stretches, a symphony of cracks coming from joints. He picks up his parcel and makes another round of the room, examining the stone and whatever art and such there may be hanging around.
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Post by mith on Jan 29, 2012 21:44:32 GMT -4
Sighing longingly at the ruined food, Grumplestiltskin checked his padded satchel to be sure the potions were unbroken. Thankfully, the vials were intact. He trotted back to the baker, bought another piece of bread, pocketed it, and began to make his way quickly back toward the tower. "Can't let a spoiled lunch keep the Sage waiting," he thought.
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Post by zeferin on Jan 30, 2012 1:29:57 GMT -4
As 'Talon' neared the doors to the tower, he could hear behind him, "Watch where you're going, ya big lout!" Turning around to see the halfling behind him yelling and looking down at his newly dropped food, Trazish couldn't help but feel a little bad. Life on the road had taught him wasted food was always a sad thing. Turning back to open the door, past the elf that had called an eagle down and started talking with it, he made a mental note to be more careful around the little folk.
He stepped into the lobby of the tower. The receptionist sat at her desk, scratching short messages all the while giving the most bored look that he had ever seen. Looking over, Trazish saw a dwarf putting away papers, giving a look around as if he had been there a while. Walking up to the desk, he said, "Excuse me, ma'am," Trazish said in what he thought was a decent errand-boy voice, "Me name's Talon an' I have a special delivery for the Archmage from the Temple of Mysteries. I's told it was important he, the Archmage that is, gets it by tonight."
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