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Ana of Auroris

"Yes, let's." Ana said to the young man. She took one last look at the pre-dawn sky and turned around, back to the tavern. She appreciated his attempts to . . . comfort her, but the thought of having to journey into the mountains alone still haunted her. Only time would tell.
Ana of Auroris

The cold nipped at Ana's fingers. Rubbing her gloved hands together, she pushed off the outer wall of the tavern and toward the edge of town. There were a couple hours yet before dawn arrived, but she had not been able to sleep. Anxious nerves had left her tossing and turning all night, and now they knotted in her stomach. She would be leaving at dawn, with or without anyone. She had decided last night when her sleeplessness robbed her of the last of her sanity. Those scrolls were too important not to retrieve; they were her very future. Even if she died in the mountains, it would be a small price to pay for the chance to just touch those scrolls.
So I know this is probably a little strange to talk about on a roleplaying website, but I can't think of many ideas. My boyfriend and I are talking about getting married. Me being the intense planner that I am, I have already started planning and budgeting for a wedding/honeymoon. And as much as he loves to hear my ideas, he doesn't really have any of his own.

I've taken a break from planning my dream wedding to plan some things for the honeymoon. I like the idea of Niagara Falls. While I've been there once before, I think they're very beautiful and would love to have my honeymoon there. However, I would like other ideas. Since we're on a budget already, I would prefer suggestions for places in the U.S. But I do love to dream about the perfect honeymoon! If anyone has any ideas or thoughts, I'd love to hear them!
Ana of Auroris

Ana hopped off the stool and brushed her gloved hands against her pants. "Talk amongst yourselves," she said as she carefully placed the scroll back in her satchel. "Or don't. Do whatever you like." The bad whiskey had settled warm and heavy in her stomach; it was making her a bit drowsy.

"If you decide to join me, I'll be outside at dawn tomorrow. It would do no good to leave so late in the day. Besides -" She looked between the gathered individuals, each so different from each other. As good as that was, it could come with its own set of challenges. "- you all seem like you need some time to discuss."

With a snap of her fingers, she pulled a handful of contracts from the pocket she had created. The snap, however, was just for show. The whiskey was apparently making her showy. "In the end, if your answer is 'yes' . . ." She set the contracts on the counter. "Nothing much. Just the basics of our arrangement. You will promise not to touch the scrolls in exchange for a cut of the treasure, among other things. Feel free to look it over." With that, she turned back to her room. She had a feeling she would sleep rather well tonight.
Ana of Auroris

Ana raised an eyebrow in appraisal. A wizard skilled in illusion? That had been one of the skills Ana had never been able to pin down. She could do it, sure, but holding it was near impossible and there were always slight nuances in her work that made it possible to see it for what it was - a trick.

"As for your questions . . . Miles, is it?" Ana crossed her ankles and brought her folded hands to rest on her knees. "That tomb, as you so eloquently put it, belongs to King Segarus. If you don't mind me giving you all a history lesson, he was one of the most prominent kings in our kingdom's history. If you didn't already know, he unified both halves of the continent." She sniffed. "As such, he wished to be buried with enough gold and jewels and artifacts befitting a man of his status."

A couple of the locals eyed the gathered group curiously. Ana gave them a pointed glare until they looked away. When she had first arrived, they hadn't seen her as much of a threat. She quickly remedied that.

"And why we will see results where countless others have failed . . ." She reached into her satchel and pulled out a tightly rolled scroll. The seal had all but fallen off, the wax so old it had crumbled to near dust ages ago. The paper, however, remained intact thanks to the magic of the library's sorceresses. "I'd let you all see it, but I'd rather not stain the paper with . . . that." She frowned down at the sticky countertop. "In short, this is a scroll that had been kept in Marillon's extensive library, forgotten in the back chambers. It tells where the tomb used to be. Hopefully it will be enough to get us close to where it is now. Bear in mind, though, that when we manage to find the entrance, an illusionary spell isn't the only thing protecting the tomb."
Ana of Auroris

Hm. Even more. Not that Ana was complaining. The trek to the tomb would be dangerous and rife with all sorts of challenges. Once again, she gave a slight nod. "Yes, I am Ana." She pushed her glass aside. She felt to compulsion to finish the whiskey anyway.
"And as for the pay," she sighed, picking at a piece of nonexistent Linton on her sleeve, "it is whatever you can carry out with you. I wouldn't worry. Kings tend to be buried with plenty of riches." She paused. "The only things off limits to you are the scrolls. I intend to bring them back to Marillon, so that they may grace the library's shelves."
She looked between the crowd that had gathered around her. "Do you have any problems with that?"
Ana of Auroris

Ana cleared her throat. "Yes, it is," she said to the new arrival. "Are you interested as well?" That hope she'd been pushing down was rising up again. Two had already asked about the job. Perhaps it would be possible after all.
Ana of Auroris

Someone had come. Ana glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He had a strong build and rough features characteristic of a fighter. If he was as he appeared, he could prove useful against some of the mountains' more unsavory creatures. If they happened to run into any of them, that is. Ana had been careful to avoid her during her last trip, but she had been alone and hadn't made it very far.

She cleared her throat. "Yes," she said. "I am the one with the job. You do realize what it entails?"
Member Name - Jamesyco

Character Name - Cugra Irnflow

Race - Human

Class - Warrior/Runecrafter

Gender - Male

Age - 26

Height - 5'11

Weight - 220 lbs

Description - A light-skinned large stature man, burly, hairy, and full of not chiseled but refined muscle. (closely related to what you would find on a construction worker) Long flame tinged brown hair, which is typically kept thick and somewhat unwashed looking, usually covered in soot, ash, and dust from wood, metal fragments, and coal. He does have a constant nasty cough, which will pick up every once in a while. His body is covered with cuts and bruises from his line of work, as well as burn marks on his hands, arms, legs, and lower torso.
He has no tattoos.

History - Coming from a family on the far reaches of the mountain pass village had a child. This family was poor, but it has its work cut out for them in their survival, their plot of land had a small field for some crops and several small sheds to keep animals safe from the predators of the wild. Their primary source of food was making nails and tools for the few villages that it sat between, but sometimes held traveling guests or customers on their way to or from a location.

Eventually, they had a son, in the process the mother had died, but the father would raise that son to the best of his ability, teaching his son the trade of metalworking and rune crafting. The runes were mainly to strengthen tools that were crafted, but in the book his father held dear, there were things that could do majestic things. But for him and his father, neither could read and only knew several of the things that the father's father had taught him.

Eventually, the father grew old, and on the sons coming of age date came, his father had died. With this he continued his father's work, hammering away at iron, copper, steel, anything that he could get his hands on. Making tools and nails, and eventually a sword for himself, it was somewhat barbaric, with no cross hilt, but it was something to defend himself with. He would continue like this until he was ready to leave, he took whatever money he had collected from selling a lot of what was on his property, and giving it to a family friend of his.

He took what was important to him, and what he needed if he needed more money in the future. Mainly tools of his trade, and a book of his father's texts on runes, as well as the tools to forge the runes into the crafts he made. He had learned a lot from his father, but there was still much in his time that the middle-aged man needed to learn. Maybe this upcoming journey that he has left almost everything for will be what is needed.

Items -
wrought iron pennysword
book of runes - written in an ancient dwarvish and in an ancient human tongue.
wooden box with carrying strings
Food
Blacksmithing supplies and whetstone
a small pouch of coins
Basic peasant's garb /leather apron
small blanket
cooking pot and grate w/ utensils
(So my cat has attempted to rip my charger out of the wall again multiple times. Apparently he just loves to be a nuisance. If anyone has any ideas on how to get him to stop, I'd love to hear them before I have to buy another charger.)

Ana of Auroris

People were arriving. Ana had never seen them before, and after awhile you began to recognize every grime-coated face in Stagcross. There weren't many. Hopefulness rose in her chest; she pushed it down. It did no good to be hopeful. But if they were here about her job . . . Then she could finally make her way back into the mountains. She noted the few that had entered the tavern. They seemed to have potential.

She took a small sip from her newly refilled glass. The cheap whiskey burned her throat and made her eyes water, but she'd finally tamped down the urge to gag. Her fingers drummed softly against the sticky underside of the table. Not wishing to seem a fool, she would wait for them to approach her. Besides, if they couldn't tell a sorceress from some flea-infested peasant they might not fare well on the trek to find the tomb.
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