Guardian Angel Haruki
rush99999
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Tachi
Kaithe Dame
BlazingBark
Rune_Alchemist
Abstract Proxy
Crimson Flame
MrSkimobileManyroads' Maps, Tradegate, the Outlands
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki @Vertigo
The gnome seemed to sense Garnet's movement in the corner of his vision, but just as he was about to turn his head, Beigeiros correctly identified the subject of the map and the gnome's attention returned to those directly in front him. His face lit up. "Very good, my boy! Very good indeed!" the gnome says. "So you've been to the Elemental Chaos then? Fascinating. Haven't been there too often myself, work usually prevents me from doing so, but the stories I've heard! Difficult place to map out though, considering it's ever-changing nature. Could give Limbo a run for its money." Before he can start what is likely a length ramble, Aaliyah cuts in. He doesn't seem to mind though as he gives a warm chuckle to her question. "Tir na Og? No, miss, you are currently in Tradegate, the gate-town leading from the Outlands to Bytopia." He points in some direction. "But we are the closest gate-town to Tir na Og. It's about some miles that way..." He pauses before correcting himself. "Well, it was. From what I've been told, there's just some open fields there now, though I haven't had a chance to really look myself." He turns back to the group. "I guess your lot is heading that way? Well, you're definitely not the first travelers to show up here with that goal. Place has been swarming with them. Not too long ago we had a whole party of Ciphers come in here. Antsy lot, not much for conversation." He shakes his head before opening his arms, gesturing to the shop around him. "You are currently in Manyroads' Maps. I'm Melvin Manyroads, proprietor, cartographer, part-time adventurer. While I wouldn't say I'm the best cartographer in the multiverse, I probably have the most diverse selection of maps you'll find." He goes to shake Beigeiros' hand, then Aaliyah's, then Mariel's. It's unclear if he realizes Garnet is there.
Speaking of, the compass Garnet picks up is large and feels very cold as she picks it up. The symbol of Vegvisir - a viking compass - is on the lid. Should Garnet open it, she will find the compass marked not with the cardinal symbols for each direction but runes of a much older version of Dwarvish. No matter how much she turns it in her hands, the dial doesn't seem to point anywhere in particular. Garnet will get the sense that the compass is, for some reason, not working as intended. Maybe broken? Unfinished?
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil > Revelhome, Ecstasy, the Outlands
@Fading Memory
"Well, I do try," Tabiah says, the slightest hint of dryness is her tone. "I'll go first, make sure we don't end up somewhere... less than desirable. I'll tell you if the coast is clear." She then hitches up her skirt before climbing less-than-gracefully into the portal. She disappears, the portal rippling almost like water behind her. There is a long pause before her head re-emerges from the light. "Seems all clear," she says before ducking back into the portal
Should Zaraknyvr follow after her, he will find himself... in yet another wine cellar, though this one is far brighter thanks to the large window to side. It's also much tidier, with few barrels lined against the wall and the floorboards much stronger and sturdier beneath one's feet. Overhead, Zaraknyvr can hear the sounds of cheerful banter and the occasional clash of glasses, though it doesn't sound nearly as rowdier as the Wayfarer.
As the pair are catching their bearings, they hear someone humming as a large, hulking shadow is cast on the wall near the staircase, two horns protruding from where the head is. Its footsteps are very heavy.
What will Zaraknyvr do?
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999
Ulgad nods in response to Fyodor, a smile starting to form on his face before he downs the rest of his drink. "But enough of that!" he says once he places his glass down again. "We should get going." He glances towards the door to the wine cellar. "Hopefully those two have passed on..." He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful about something. "You know..." he speaks again, his voice quiet so as not to attract the attention of either Jarret or Wynvere. "The woman the Mercykiller was with. The one with the cat? Think I've seen her about before, though I can't exactly place where." He pauses for a moment longer before shrugging. "It'll come back to me. Or not. Doesn't really matter much either way." He gives a chuckle. "Hope she knows what she's doing hanging around with a guy like that. They didn't exactly seem to be friends." He then gives Fyodor another hardy pat on the back. "Alright!" he raises his voice a little to get the attention of the other Bleakers. "Let's head out."
He starts heading towards the door to the cellar. Wynvere quickly starts going after him, but Jarret hesitates, staring down into his now empty glass. "We could have had one more drink," he mumbles to himself.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
Azorigal blinks in surprise as Tanrith started practically fanboying over him, and looks over at Faelee questioningly while pointing a claw towards the excited kobold.
Faelee chuckles. While it doesn't seem like she knows Draconic, she seems able to read his excitement. "Azorigal, this is Tanrith," she says. "Like us, he seems to be inquiring about the whereabouts of Tir na Og... and he seems quite impressed by dragons."
This explanation seems to satisfy Azorigal because the dragon stands up to his full height. "Well, we are impressive, us gem dragons most of all," he says in Draconic.
It's at this point Raella wanders over to the group, also seeming interested in the presence of a dragon. The other members of the Doomguard look at her curiously, while the cheer that Sarceron has slowly started to gain over this conversation seems to falter.
Azorigal, on the other hand, doesn't seem bothered at all. In fact, the attention seems to be stoking his confidence. "Well, seems I'm drawing a bit of a crowd," he says, reverting back to Common. While Tanrith is introducing himself to Raella, Azorigal takes a moment to clear this throat, coughing out small puffs of some sort of black-and-yellow energy. He then draws himself to his full height. "I am Azorigal. I am a topaz dragon, the greatest of all Sardior's children. Like all gem dragons, I possess incredible psionic power..."
There is a pause, and then both Raella and Tanrith will hear a voice in their minds, "As you can plainly see... or well, hear, I suppose."
Azorigal speaks aloud once more, continuing to do his best to remember the questions Tanrith had excitedly asked of him and answer. "I am male, at least for now, and I am indeed amphibious, though the sensation of water upon my scales is, well, less than pleasant. As for my breath weapon, no, you are correct, it is not fire, nor acid or poison." He pauses, considering something. "You know, perhaps it is better if I show you."
He turns his back to the group, glancing around before focusing in on a nearby tree. He points to with a claw. "See that tree over there?" he says. "Well, watch and be amazed!" He then crouches down to the ground, opens his jaws and releases more that weird energy he had coughed out before, now in a large cone. It reaches out towards the tree, engulfing it for a moment and filling the air with the strong smell of decay. When Azorigal stops, the energy slowly disappeating, revealing the tree in a very different state: most of its leaves have been blown off, the few still clinging to branches now shrivelled and brown. Rot has overtaken the bark, causing large chunks of it to crumble away. It's almost as if autumn and winter happened to this tree within a single moment.
Vivir starts cheering loudly, while Rhuk once again makes the attempt to not appear impressed. Sarceron looks horrified as the last bits of cheer leave him and his face starts to pull into a scowl. Even Faelee doesn't look entirely pleased with this, but instead of admonishing the dragon, decides instead to change the subject. "If you're quite done showing off, Azorigal, I do believe I sent you down there for a reason," she says, motioning towards the lake.
"Hm?" Azorigal looks over at her, a little confused before turning his head back to the lake. He stares at it blankly for a moment before a look of realisation passes over his face. "Oh! Right, that." He looks back towards his superior. "Yes, Tir na Thuinn is gone."
Faelee raises an eyebrow. "You're sure?" she asks, remaining calm even as, just next to her, Sarceron's expression is growing ever stormier.
Azorigal shrugs his wings. "Well, I've never been there before myself, but I figured the realm of an god would be difficult to miss, particularly the one you described to me," he says. "There's no signs of anything resembling a civilization down there, nor anyone capable of holding polite conversation. Lots of really cool fossils though..." His eyes go into a daze for a few seconds, likely daydreaming about those aforementioned fossils, before he suddenly recalls that he's still in a conversation. He clears his throat again before motioning with his claw to over the lake. "I could try further a field if you'd like."
Faelee shakes her head. "No, I don't think that will be neccesary," she says. "Tir na Thuinn does not stretch beyond Ubtoa's island. If it's not on this side of the lake..." She stops herself, falling into a sombre silence.
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki @Vertigo
The gnome seemed to sense Garnet's movement in the corner of his vision, but just as he was about to turn his head, Beigeiros correctly identified the subject of the map and the gnome's attention returned to those directly in front him. His face lit up. "Very good, my boy! Very good indeed!" the gnome says. "So you've been to the Elemental Chaos then? Fascinating. Haven't been there too often myself, work usually prevents me from doing so, but the stories I've heard! Difficult place to map out though, considering it's ever-changing nature. Could give Limbo a run for its money." Before he can start what is likely a length ramble, Aaliyah cuts in. He doesn't seem to mind though as he gives a warm chuckle to her question. "Tir na Og? No, miss, you are currently in Tradegate, the gate-town leading from the Outlands to Bytopia." He points in some direction. "But we are the closest gate-town to Tir na Og. It's about some miles that way..." He pauses before correcting himself. "Well, it was. From what I've been told, there's just some open fields there now, though I haven't had a chance to really look myself." He turns back to the group. "I guess your lot is heading that way? Well, you're definitely not the first travelers to show up here with that goal. Place has been swarming with them. Not too long ago we had a whole party of Ciphers come in here. Antsy lot, not much for conversation." He shakes his head before opening his arms, gesturing to the shop around him. "You are currently in Manyroads' Maps. I'm Melvin Manyroads, proprietor, cartographer, part-time adventurer. While I wouldn't say I'm the best cartographer in the multiverse, I probably have the most diverse selection of maps you'll find." He goes to shake Beigeiros' hand, then Aaliyah's, then Mariel's. It's unclear if he realizes Garnet is there.
Speaking of, the compass Garnet picks up is large and feels very cold as she picks it up. The symbol of Vegvisir - a viking compass - is on the lid. Should Garnet open it, she will find the compass marked not with the cardinal symbols for each direction but runes of a much older version of Dwarvish. No matter how much she turns it in her hands, the dial doesn't seem to point anywhere in particular. Garnet will get the sense that the compass is, for some reason, not working as intended. Maybe broken? Unfinished?
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil > Revelhome, Ecstasy, the Outlands
@Fading Memory
"Well, I do try," Tabiah says, the slightest hint of dryness is her tone. "I'll go first, make sure we don't end up somewhere... less than desirable. I'll tell you if the coast is clear." She then hitches up her skirt before climbing less-than-gracefully into the portal. She disappears, the portal rippling almost like water behind her. There is a long pause before her head re-emerges from the light. "Seems all clear," she says before ducking back into the portal
Should Zaraknyvr follow after her, he will find himself... in yet another wine cellar, though this one is far brighter thanks to the large window to side. It's also much tidier, with few barrels lined against the wall and the floorboards much stronger and sturdier beneath one's feet. Overhead, Zaraknyvr can hear the sounds of cheerful banter and the occasional clash of glasses, though it doesn't sound nearly as rowdier as the Wayfarer.
As the pair are catching their bearings, they hear someone humming as a large, hulking shadow is cast on the wall near the staircase, two horns protruding from where the head is. Its footsteps are very heavy.
What will Zaraknyvr do?
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999
Ulgad nods in response to Fyodor, a smile starting to form on his face before he downs the rest of his drink. "But enough of that!" he says once he places his glass down again. "We should get going." He glances towards the door to the wine cellar. "Hopefully those two have passed on..." He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful about something. "You know..." he speaks again, his voice quiet so as not to attract the attention of either Jarret or Wynvere. "The woman the Mercykiller was with. The one with the cat? Think I've seen her about before, though I can't exactly place where." He pauses for a moment longer before shrugging. "It'll come back to me. Or not. Doesn't really matter much either way." He gives a chuckle. "Hope she knows what she's doing hanging around with a guy like that. They didn't exactly seem to be friends." He then gives Fyodor another hardy pat on the back. "Alright!" he raises his voice a little to get the attention of the other Bleakers. "Let's head out."
He starts heading towards the door to the cellar. Wynvere quickly starts going after him, but Jarret hesitates, staring down into his now empty glass. "We could have had one more drink," he mumbles to himself.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
Azorigal blinks in surprise as Tanrith started practically fanboying over him, and looks over at Faelee questioningly while pointing a claw towards the excited kobold.
Faelee chuckles. While it doesn't seem like she knows Draconic, she seems able to read his excitement. "Azorigal, this is Tanrith," she says. "Like us, he seems to be inquiring about the whereabouts of Tir na Og... and he seems quite impressed by dragons."
This explanation seems to satisfy Azorigal because the dragon stands up to his full height. "Well, we are impressive, us gem dragons most of all," he says in Draconic.
It's at this point Raella wanders over to the group, also seeming interested in the presence of a dragon. The other members of the Doomguard look at her curiously, while the cheer that Sarceron has slowly started to gain over this conversation seems to falter.
Azorigal, on the other hand, doesn't seem bothered at all. In fact, the attention seems to be stoking his confidence. "Well, seems I'm drawing a bit of a crowd," he says, reverting back to Common. While Tanrith is introducing himself to Raella, Azorigal takes a moment to clear this throat, coughing out small puffs of some sort of black-and-yellow energy. He then draws himself to his full height. "I am Azorigal. I am a topaz dragon, the greatest of all Sardior's children. Like all gem dragons, I possess incredible psionic power..."
There is a pause, and then both Raella and Tanrith will hear a voice in their minds, "As you can plainly see... or well, hear, I suppose."
Azorigal speaks aloud once more, continuing to do his best to remember the questions Tanrith had excitedly asked of him and answer. "I am male, at least for now, and I am indeed amphibious, though the sensation of water upon my scales is, well, less than pleasant. As for my breath weapon, no, you are correct, it is not fire, nor acid or poison." He pauses, considering something. "You know, perhaps it is better if I show you."
He turns his back to the group, glancing around before focusing in on a nearby tree. He points to with a claw. "See that tree over there?" he says. "Well, watch and be amazed!" He then crouches down to the ground, opens his jaws and releases more that weird energy he had coughed out before, now in a large cone. It reaches out towards the tree, engulfing it for a moment and filling the air with the strong smell of decay. When Azorigal stops, the energy slowly disappeating, revealing the tree in a very different state: most of its leaves have been blown off, the few still clinging to branches now shrivelled and brown. Rot has overtaken the bark, causing large chunks of it to crumble away. It's almost as if autumn and winter happened to this tree within a single moment.
Vivir starts cheering loudly, while Rhuk once again makes the attempt to not appear impressed. Sarceron looks horrified as the last bits of cheer leave him and his face starts to pull into a scowl. Even Faelee doesn't look entirely pleased with this, but instead of admonishing the dragon, decides instead to change the subject. "If you're quite done showing off, Azorigal, I do believe I sent you down there for a reason," she says, motioning towards the lake.
"Hm?" Azorigal looks over at her, a little confused before turning his head back to the lake. He stares at it blankly for a moment before a look of realisation passes over his face. "Oh! Right, that." He looks back towards his superior. "Yes, Tir na Thuinn is gone."
Faelee raises an eyebrow. "You're sure?" she asks, remaining calm even as, just next to her, Sarceron's expression is growing ever stormier.
Azorigal shrugs his wings. "Well, I've never been there before myself, but I figured the realm of an god would be difficult to miss, particularly the one you described to me," he says. "There's no signs of anything resembling a civilization down there, nor anyone capable of holding polite conversation. Lots of really cool fossils though..." His eyes go into a daze for a few seconds, likely daydreaming about those aforementioned fossils, before he suddenly recalls that he's still in a conversation. He clears his throat again before motioning with his claw to over the lake. "I could try further a field if you'd like."
Faelee shakes her head. "No, I don't think that will be neccesary," she says. "Tir na Thuinn does not stretch beyond Ubtoa's island. If it's not on this side of the lake..." She stops herself, falling into a sombre silence.