rush99999
BlazingBark
Rune_Alchemist
Abstract Proxy
Crimson Flame
Guardian Angel Haruki
MrSkimobile
Raineh Daze
Lurking Krog
Cao the ExiledGreat Bazaar, Market Ward, Sigil
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki @Vertigo
The hag literally had to lean over the top of her stand in order to even see Garnet. She pointed a finger at the goblin before looking up towards the group. "This one with you?" she asks, though her tone implies she had a strong indication that she knows the answer. Nevertheless, she seems to be looking over her tubs of ice cream, trying to locate the flavour Garnet has just requested.
Lissandra is also looking at Garnet curiously. At Aaliyah's words, she hands the portal key over to the girl. "All you need to do is tap it gently against the door frame." She nods over to the door of the shop they were standing outside, before looking over at Beigeiros. "You can give her my ice cream if you want," she says. "It's your money after all. I can even reimburse you, if you wish." For whatever reason, she seems a little amused by Garnet's bluntness.
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999 @Fading Memory
Ulgad gives Fyodor a sympathetic look. "It's understandable," he says. "Even in Sigil, there are some prejudices we can't quite break." He tilts his head to the side and gives a small, almost sad smile. "There are still some in the Bleak Cabal, mostly the younger recruits mind you, who are uncomfortable around me."
"Can't imagine why," Jarret mumbled into his glass.
If Ulgad heard the comment, he showed no reaction. Instead, he gives Fyodor reassuring pat on the shoulder before addressing the group as a whole. "Finish up your drinks, and then we'll head downstairs," he says. "Hopefully, that fanged fella and his companion will have enough of a head start that we won't have to interact with 'em." He pauses for a moment as if considering something before taking a swig of his own drink.
Meanwhile, there is a slight pause at Zaraknyvr's question as Tabiah continues her way down the stairs. "Familiars can't die," Tabiah says. "Not really, not like you and I can. If their physical body or the one who summoned them is killed, they just return to what they originally were and where they came from."
Abasi, for his part, doesn't say anything, merely wrinkling his nose at Zaraknyvr in an offended fashion. It's difficult to tell whether he's more displeased with the implied threat or Zaraknyvr assuming he's a common flesh-and-blood animal. Maybe it's a little of both.
They reach the bottom step, and Tabiah stops, peering into the gloom. While Zaraknvyr's dark vision allows him to see this room fairly clearly, it's obvious that it's more difficult for her. After a moment, she raises her hand and snaps her fingers, allowing a couple of nearby candles to spark to life, illuminating a decently sized wine cellar. While most of the barrels are stacked on shelves on their sides, there are few in one corner that are upright.
"... I suddenly realise that Riaen didn't actually tell me which barrel it was," Tabiah says. She frowns and take a couple of steps forward. "Hold on a moment." She mumbles some words under her breath and made a gesture in the air, clearly casting something. "Okay, that's a little easier." She looks over her shoulder at Zaraknvyr. "Not all of these barrels are portals, obviously, but most of those that are have been put over there." She sighs. "We should start searching, I suppose." She begins making her way over the barrels, all the while Abasi is very closely watching Zaraknyvr.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
"Alright! Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back." Rath says. He then hurries off behind one of the other tents to get something, leaving Raella with Therlxora, Brakon and Harmyr.
Brakon pauses in his work for the first time to look in Raella's direction. "You may have noticed that we don't really have many arcane spellcasters, at least not this low down in the ranks," he says. "A couple of members likely still cling to old divine texts, but I have a feeling that's not what you're after." He considers Raella for a moment. "I could ask around, though, once I'm done with Harmyr here." He motions towards the injured dwarf.
Rath returns a minute or so later, carrying behind a large dead boar which he begins to set up over the fire. Raella will also notice a couple of other people starting to turn their gaze towards them as he starts cooking, clearly looking forward to their next meal.
Back at the lake, Sarceron raises an eyebrow. "Surely if you're familiar with the Wylders, you must know about the dissent amongst the Wylder's ranks?" he says. "The split into two sub-sects?" He shrugs. "From what I understand, the divide has caused some infighting, so much so they seem to be getting at each other fighting with each other almost as much as they would be fighting with the Vile Hunt. Cellach is attempting to open up negotiations between the two. After all, the Plane-tenders and the Wylders do have aligning goals, and while we don't get many Hunters around here, our members have run into enough of them out in the planes, and they don't make our job any easier."
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki @Vertigo
The hag literally had to lean over the top of her stand in order to even see Garnet. She pointed a finger at the goblin before looking up towards the group. "This one with you?" she asks, though her tone implies she had a strong indication that she knows the answer. Nevertheless, she seems to be looking over her tubs of ice cream, trying to locate the flavour Garnet has just requested.
Lissandra is also looking at Garnet curiously. At Aaliyah's words, she hands the portal key over to the girl. "All you need to do is tap it gently against the door frame." She nods over to the door of the shop they were standing outside, before looking over at Beigeiros. "You can give her my ice cream if you want," she says. "It's your money after all. I can even reimburse you, if you wish." For whatever reason, she seems a little amused by Garnet's bluntness.
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999 @Fading Memory
Ulgad gives Fyodor a sympathetic look. "It's understandable," he says. "Even in Sigil, there are some prejudices we can't quite break." He tilts his head to the side and gives a small, almost sad smile. "There are still some in the Bleak Cabal, mostly the younger recruits mind you, who are uncomfortable around me."
"Can't imagine why," Jarret mumbled into his glass.
If Ulgad heard the comment, he showed no reaction. Instead, he gives Fyodor reassuring pat on the shoulder before addressing the group as a whole. "Finish up your drinks, and then we'll head downstairs," he says. "Hopefully, that fanged fella and his companion will have enough of a head start that we won't have to interact with 'em." He pauses for a moment as if considering something before taking a swig of his own drink.
Meanwhile, there is a slight pause at Zaraknyvr's question as Tabiah continues her way down the stairs. "Familiars can't die," Tabiah says. "Not really, not like you and I can. If their physical body or the one who summoned them is killed, they just return to what they originally were and where they came from."
Abasi, for his part, doesn't say anything, merely wrinkling his nose at Zaraknyvr in an offended fashion. It's difficult to tell whether he's more displeased with the implied threat or Zaraknyvr assuming he's a common flesh-and-blood animal. Maybe it's a little of both.
They reach the bottom step, and Tabiah stops, peering into the gloom. While Zaraknvyr's dark vision allows him to see this room fairly clearly, it's obvious that it's more difficult for her. After a moment, she raises her hand and snaps her fingers, allowing a couple of nearby candles to spark to life, illuminating a decently sized wine cellar. While most of the barrels are stacked on shelves on their sides, there are few in one corner that are upright.
"... I suddenly realise that Riaen didn't actually tell me which barrel it was," Tabiah says. She frowns and take a couple of steps forward. "Hold on a moment." She mumbles some words under her breath and made a gesture in the air, clearly casting something. "Okay, that's a little easier." She looks over her shoulder at Zaraknvyr. "Not all of these barrels are portals, obviously, but most of those that are have been put over there." She sighs. "We should start searching, I suppose." She begins making her way over the barrels, all the while Abasi is very closely watching Zaraknyvr.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
"Alright! Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back." Rath says. He then hurries off behind one of the other tents to get something, leaving Raella with Therlxora, Brakon and Harmyr.
Brakon pauses in his work for the first time to look in Raella's direction. "You may have noticed that we don't really have many arcane spellcasters, at least not this low down in the ranks," he says. "A couple of members likely still cling to old divine texts, but I have a feeling that's not what you're after." He considers Raella for a moment. "I could ask around, though, once I'm done with Harmyr here." He motions towards the injured dwarf.
Rath returns a minute or so later, carrying behind a large dead boar which he begins to set up over the fire. Raella will also notice a couple of other people starting to turn their gaze towards them as he starts cooking, clearly looking forward to their next meal.
Back at the lake, Sarceron raises an eyebrow. "Surely if you're familiar with the Wylders, you must know about the dissent amongst the Wylder's ranks?" he says. "The split into two sub-sects?" He shrugs. "From what I understand, the divide has caused some infighting, so much so they seem to be getting at each other fighting with each other almost as much as they would be fighting with the Vile Hunt. Cellach is attempting to open up negotiations between the two. After all, the Plane-tenders and the Wylders do have aligning goals, and while we don't get many Hunters around here, our members have run into enough of them out in the planes, and they don't make our job any easier."
