War of Gi'haané

[Neverwhere]

Planetary Information
Planet Name: Trelaiio (Pronounced Tree-lay-o)
Size: 10,000 km Diameter
Day's/Year: 214
Length of Day's: 12 hrs 29m
Population: 264,252,185
Major Cities: Gila, Makasha, Reuters, Saint Johnson, & Peelan
Gods/Diety's: All Gods from FR and any that are approved of by me. Majority of Clerics worship Mystra

City Information
City Name: GilaSize: 2,440,000
Leader: King Maahan
Shops: Weapons, Armour, Magic
Major Citizens: Lord Jaahan, Priest Prahn of Mystra, Baron Dwight
City Name: Saint JohnsonSize: 8,566,930
Leader: ArchBishop Lyann of Mystra
Shops: Hundreds of Clerical supplies, Weapons, Armour (No Magician supplies)
Major Citizens: Heads of churches (Too many to list here, ask and ye shall receive)[/i]

Alright, you guys should meet in one of those two cities, if you dont want to meet there, I can provide the necessary information. Start up boys/girls!

Sorry about the post here.. Ill add the rest of the cities tonight. I had to rush because I had a meeting and so I didnt get to finish this post. Tonight the other three cities will be added and you can choose to meet at those and/or travel there. Remember, it is up to you to find an adventure!!

[Dante]

OOC: Does the first poster get an XP bonus?

St. Johnson, 2000 hrs.

It was a hot night in the old town tonight... at least, it seemed that way to Abigail. Although it was a rather cool evening, the combination of the heat of the fair and the full plate he wore under his tunic was making him sweat like a horse, and the cool armor spell he'd cast this afternoon had worn off. Worse still, he'd only prepared one of them, and he really didn't feel like meditating now.

There was simply too much fun to be had.

Abigail wound through the crowd at the fair, picking his way through the drunks and admiring the young women. As he made his way to the center of the fair, he raised his eyebrows as he saw the various multitides of people filling the streets. Though there were mostly humans, he could make out several half-orcs, a dwarf or two, and even an elf standing in the corner and wrinkling his nose in disgust at the pool of vomit that an inebriated reveller had deposited at his feet.

Then he saw her, and he forgot everything else.

She was a young-looking half-elf wearing the robes of a cleric, not unlike that of the order in a local temple. Abigail immediately put all thoughts of cruising through the fair out of his mind. That would still be around for a couple of days.

She, however, might disappear at any moment.

Eagerness added speed to his footsteps, and that made the subsequent collision of his codpiece with the unkempt dwarf's helmet that much more painful. He winced from the pain - it felt like he had walked into a rock, albeit a very short one with an axe and a pointy helmet.

"Dammit! Get out of my way, dwarf!"

OOC: Feel free to censure me if this doesn't live up to your expectations...

[Thinkmeat]

Nic knew where he came from and he knew where he was going. That's all that mattered. He came from fifty long years in the Wizard's Guild. At first, it'd been grand--he was training, he thought, to right the wrongs of the world. Hopefully, to follow in the footsteps of the objects of Bardic legend, and maybe even star in some of his own. It hadn't worked out that way.

For one, Nic was fifty. Five decades he spent mostly in Gila. After he finished his initial training, there was always something his parents wanted him to learn, someone the guild wanted him to teach. It was a busy and rewarding life, but something had always seemed too... sedantary about it. One day, he looked in the mirror and saw the truth: it was too late. His prime had came and went. What's more, as his mother aged she came more and more to depend on him, his father having died some time ago. He resigned himself to his fate, tending his duties and coasting through life. When his mother died, it hit Nic hard. The gears of his life were no longer pulling anything, no longer serving a purpose. He saw less and less of a point to his work. He'd supported his parents loyally, and he'd done his job well. What else was there for him to do?

It didn't take long for him to slide back to the only thing he'd wanted to do that he'd left undone. It never really occured to Nic that setting out during the sunset of his life was pointless. As he'd gotten older, things like that had started occuring to him less and less. All Nic cared about was a strong moral conviction urging him to do something. There were too many memories, familiar faces, and responsibilities for him in Gila. It only seemed logical to head instead to Saint Johnson--a place he'd normally avoided whenever possible, so nobody knew him here. Nic knew where he came from and he knew where he was going, and right now where he was going was the bar. He wasn't after the alcohol or the company, he was after the bard and his news.

[Dante]

OOC: side note from the other thread--as party size goes up, so to does fatalities, if we fight few monsters. The less monsters we fight, the more powerful each individual monster is, and the more likely they are to overwhelm the individual party member's HP. And those with AoE attacks will kill us all. So we'll need good strategies and big balls to survive (:

A meatshield with everyone healing him is good too... And if they can focus fire, so can we... But seriosusly though, this thread really came out too late... Feel like sleeping already...

[Minkus]

OOC - St. Johnson

Ahh, the fair. What a place for money-making...

A small figure in as plain-looking a cloak imaginable hopped down from it's vantage point atop a rain barrel collecting water from a tavern's (ooc: *gasp* it's a bar!) gutter. The lowered hood showed a young face, with tousled brown hair and almond eyes. The casual passerby would easily dismiss this baby-faced creature for a street urchin or a peasant boy who's lost his way, or his mommy. The more astute observer would notice that he's more streamlined than a child, since there seems to be no straces of babyfat.

He slowly wandered about with the milling people, no particular destination in mind, just taking it all in... It would be much more fun if he didn't have to slide every which way to avoid clumsy oafs, drunken slobs, and plain-ol' inconsiderate idiots. All of the overgrown morons had stopped caring about the needs of tohers, apparently, and he had to fend for himself, as usual. In a city full of churches, you'd think there'd be more people caring about more than just pleasure. He heard a tune on the air, and slowly wandered over to find out what kind of musical entertainment was being provided. Noticing it to be a familiar tune, he started whistling aloing with the musician.

OOC: cesure if need be

[LilWhiteMage]

Many people of different sorts filled the streets on this night. The whole atmosphere seemed to be that of a great celebration, though with the fact that it was merely a fair, there was more than your usual amount of drunken people wandering the crowded streets.

Amongst all of these persons, Akane somehow managed to make it through the crowd without bumping into anyone. Perhaps it was the fact that nearly every man that wasn't either drunk or pasted out in the middle of the street was staring at her. Lord, she detested when people gave her those hungry looks.

But despite that fact, being in such close quarter with so many others caused the air in the area to hang hot and heavy, and even she was beginning to grow uncomfortable in her robes.

She stopped for a moment, pulling down the hood that had been partially hiding her features. As she lay the cloth back against her shoulders, more of her blonde hair became visible.

An inaudible sigh escaped from her lips as she raised her hand back to her forehead and wiped away a few beads of sweat that had formed. Why in the world had she decided to actually come out tonight?

Feeling that even more eyes were upon her now that she had stopped, she quickly returned the hood of her robe on top of her head and began to walk again.

[GatoFiero]

[OOC] Well, i'm not sure how the Mystra Church views non-humans or Half-Orcs in particular. But then again, my character doesn't know either. [OOC]

Ashnak walked along the edges of the streets, careful to keep his cloak in place. He looked up to make sure that the bag was still over his "walking stick" I Don't want to promote any unnecessary conflict. Seeing "normal" Half-Orcs made people nervous, who knows what they would say about Asnak in his armor with a halberd.

*Flash*"Remember lad, not everyone will be as kind to you as i am." The young Ashnak looked up into the eyes of his mentor Harashan Paladin of the Light. *Flash*

ArchBishop Lyann is supposed to be in this city...but I never expected it to be so large. Ashnak tightened his grip on his halberd. Haras, i wont fail you. Ashnak's grip tightened on the bag with the crystal in his pocket, I'll make sure that this crystal gets sealed for eternity.

Ashnak continued past the merrymaking on the street toward the largest building. Obviously where such an important man as ArchBishop Lyann would be. And as always, he remembered to have his cloak securely about him.

[OOC] Never, I have more character information for you if you want it. [OOC]

[Thinkmeat]

OOC: " Ashnak's grip tightened on the bag with the crystal in his pocket, I'll make sure that this crystal gets sealed for eternity" ? Looks like SOMEONE got a starter quest lead from the DM.

Also, I edited my thread above--me intro and a good character primer is up there.

[Dante]

OOC: The DM never gives me any starter quest leads... *sulks*

[Neverwhere]

Actually, I had no idea about his crystal... WTG gato :p Still, I think i can work it in.

ArchBishop Lyann paced around his room quickly. The sounds of the fair drifting up into his room.

What time is it I wonder? I've misplaced my timepiece again. That paladin from the Haras church should be arriving any time. I dont know who or when, but he will be here. I hope. I knew it was silly to allow this fair to go on during such times, but the illusion of normalicy must go on.

He continues muttering, while pacing around the room.

As for information about your character, pm me or email me the information. Thanks.

[Dante]

As for information about your character, pm me or email me the information. Thanks.

WHo was that directed to, boss dude?

[GatoFiero]

[OOC] Ah hell, i didn't intend for that to be a quest, that was just to explain why he was in the city in the first place. It goes with his back story. The same with Harashan, Haras for short. I shouldn't have writen that without getting my revised background info to you, which i will send now.[OOC]

Edit - Ok, i've PMed you. Perhaps that will clear somethings up.

Edit 2 - Ah screw it, i'll just say that Harashan also founded a church.

[Minkus]

<OOC - Well, it's happened, and the punches have been rolled with. Heh, if in doubt, bluff. House Rule #1 of most of the gaming sessions I've ever had the pleasure of being a part of. No wiat, Pizza first, exp second is #1... oh well! - OOC>

A slight jostle from the crowd and a squishy step later, Boo's boot had a nice coating of road apple on the bottom of it. Go drown in Umberlee's vomit, ya worthless, fat, good fer nuthin'...

His mind wandered at the rude contact he had been handed by the hip of an over-endowed woman. The music had drifted away, and he lost any thought of catching up with the bard. Taking more time to assess the situation, Boo sees the man she's holding onto, and figures him to be a well-to-do merchant, showing his wife, or mistress, a good time. She may be obese, but her companion doesn't seem to be doing too bad for himself. I hope he wouldn't be mad if I helped myself to some of his lesser trinkets.

<OOC Pickpocket check, die roll +9, Dex+4, skill +4, 17)

[Neverwhere]

Three things:

1. Pick pocket successful: 10 sp, 1 gp
2. Do not put that useless ooc stuff on here. PM or use the 8-Bit D&D thread please!!!
3. Any questions, comments, etc can be directed to me at my MSN/AIM/Yahoo! accounts or by email (brian-engel@uiowa.edu)

[Minkus]

Slowly walking away from his new-but-gone "friend", the little pickpocket started keeping an eye out for the city watch. Those archbishop's boys better not show up anytime soon, the fun's just barely started.

Slipping his earnings into his secure purse, and pulling a few small, clear, and colorful stones out of one of his belt pouches, the minute scoundrel leaned against the wall of a building, with two separate alleys in sight. Patience, patience, an opportunity will arise.

[cruelty13]

BORED...The person who thought that was a black haired lady with pale complexion leaning on the wall of a tavern.
Why did I come here. Oh yeah, I am on the Grand Tour of all cities.
The woman thought. Her name was Melissande bidden, a high-elf. She was on the tour of all cities she could reach. It was a thing sorcers of her town did, in order to see the world and gain knowlage. She herself was from the town of [place to be filled later, in hopes, that the DM will create a town of elves. Sorry.] and after travelling two hundred miles she had finaly reached reached Saint Johnson. But the town was a useless place for her. Then she noticed something.
STOP STARING AT ME she yelled at some drunkards.
After that she started walking. She walked through the fair, without anything actually catching her eye.
Then she once again felt something. But this tome it was serious. It was something evil.

[Tor]

Entering the tavern the small but odd halfling raised his voice "Who owns this joint huh?"
What does a guy have to do to earn a bit of money here in this city?
He walked towards the counter and asked again politely "Are you the owner of this..." He looked around "fine establishment?" he continiued "And if, do you need someone to entertain your the drunks?" His smile was of the innocent kind.

Man I hope I can get some work here now... my pouch is getting thinner for each day now.

[Cyclone231]

{St. Johnson}
A man stood still amongst the crowds, making his way off the road. He spotted a piece of wood in the wall. It was very well wedged in. He used his climbing gear to get up. His long black hair went right over his shoulders as he looked up the wall and began to scale it. His auburn eyes looked straight up the vertical shoot. He climbed up it, and held his position. He looked around for a suitable victim.
I love the big towns. Easy to slip around in, get through, all sorts of things. It's absolutely perfect to disappear in. Now, I want a wee bit of cash to prevent major money loss.
Alen looked about for the easiest pocket to pick. He spotted a man hunched down. He was rather burly, but had the look of a hard worker about him. Alen let his hands slip down, and pulled the climbing gear back down. Alen twisted his hand right into his pocket. Oh let me get it, let me get it. He pulled out the bag, and moved silently backwards.
He then checked the bag for how much money he had grabbed.

[Neverwhere]

The bartender looks the bard up and down slowly.

"Entertainment huh? We could use some. Go ahead and set up, but if you suck, Ill slit yer throat."

---------

Alen - Pickpocket successful, 4sp

[GatoFiero]

Ashnak was confused. All he thought he had to do was walk toward the big building, but it seemed that many of these streets were dead ends. Finally he decided to ask someone for help. Upon peering around he spies someone with what appears to be a cleric's robs. He approaches the cleric and asks "Could you tell me how to get to ArchBishop Lyann of Mystra? I thought he was in that big building over there, but i can't seem to find my way there."

[Minkus]

From his vantage point, the little vagabond could easily see the muscular half-orc getting his own little path to walk down, as humans, the majority of the populace, stepped aside to avoid the "monster". Xenophobes. A few more tolerant persons acknowledged his human lineage over his orcish, but they were the minority.

A big, burly, half-orc. Typical. Nice walking stick though. Would make a good vault pole.[ I] The little guy started mocking the "brute" in his head, out of boredom.

[I]"Uhhh...duh yooz live here? Dis is a purty town. Duh yooz knows where I kin find a yummy din-uhr?" Heh, heh. Stupid. He knew that most hlaf-orcs brave, and smart, enough to find themselves a life in the city were only that ignorant in the docks, bu he was amusing himself greatly and taking a wonderful time plotting out his stinging retorts when...

"Could you tell me how to get to ArchBishop Lyann of Mystra? I thought he was in that big building over there, but i can't seem to find my way there."

What the...? First, a male stopped for directions. Second, he's fully courteous to another creature. Third, he's looking for the most powerful man...well, legitimate man in the city, and fourth, His Common is better than most humans. This guy's going places. I'm sure he won't mind if I help myself to a little information.

Cooly keeping an eye on the large fellow, he waits for him to move, or, better yet, make a mistake. Patience. Patience...

[LilWhiteMage]

Akane stopped her slow walk as some male addressed her. Seeing as how he was asking rather nicely about where to find the Archbishop, she turned around, but wasn't really expecting to see a Half-Orc standing there. She flinched slightly, but cleared her throat as if she had just had to cough or something.

"The Archbishop..?" She once again cleared her throat, feeling obliged to at least send him in the right direction, and away from her. "Yes, he would be there. It's usually not this hard to navigate through the streets, but with this fair going on it can be a bit... tough."

She turned around to face the large building that was clearly visable above the others. "You go along this road, and when you come to the pub, make a right. If you go all the way to the end, you'll find another right. It may seem like it is going the complete opposite of where you need to go, but that street loops around and goes straight to where the Archbishop is."

Akane turned around and started to walk again. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must get going..."

[GatoFiero]

What a nice lady thought Ashnak as he made his way down the road looking for the mentioned pub.

<Minkus's character done anything unusual enough for my character to use a spot check?>

[Tor]

"Ok..." he turned towards the stage and dropped his backpack down, then he picked up his lute and started to play "the ballad of Maynor"

[perform rank:6 attribute:4= 10 Dice= 15 =25]

[Neverwhere]

Tor -
Almost every patron gets up and starts to dance to your music instead of the fair's. Your music drifts outside the tavern, and a steady stream of people hurry inside. The tavern owner looks over at you amazed, and smiles. You think you've done a very good job.

The owner of the tavern "Mystra's Ale" looks over at Matteus playing and shouts "Bard! Well done! Might be worth more than what we bargained!" and then continues to serve the customers.


Gato - No, nothing to warrent spot check really. If your on your guard then yes, but otherwise no.

[Minkus]

Boo slid off of the building he was leaning against, with a slight smirk from the lady's reaction, and weaved in and out of the people, keeping the oh-so-natural half-orc in sight.

<Now I have. Or at least, if Ashnak is paranoid I have.>

[GatoFiero]

Ashnak took a right at the pub just as the nice lady told him, and continued down the street until he took another right and then followed the road into a large plaza with the statue of some human in the center. At the south end of the plaza was the entrance to the big building.

Ashnak smiled that his task was almost complete. Soon, soon now this blasted creature will be sealed away for eternity. With that thought, he made his way toward the entrance of the big building.

<he thinks he's "on the home stretch" so he's more or less let his guard down. Is there anything at the entrance of the church? Or will I be able to walk right in?>

[Minkus]

Boo stopped at the entrance to the plaza, glanced around, and found a better lookout spot. Several boxes were layered up in a form of pyramid next to one of the buildings across from the church. nimbly hopping up them, Boo grabbed ahold of the edge of the roof and hauled himself up. Lying as flat as he could, he crawled near the edge where he could watch the burly man's entrance into the building.

<Also looking for dorrmen/other entrances.>

[Dante]

Abigail silently his own clumsiness and the dwarf as he untangled himself from the latter. He looked around for the cleric, but she was gone.

"Bloody hell."

Shaking his head, Abigail walked down the street, still muttering curses about the dwarf's lineage in his mind. Then as he passed by a tavern, he heard a familiar tune - "The Ballad of Maynor". Abigail had heard it before, but never this well played.

This is interesting.

He walked over to the entrance of the bar and peered inside. He could barely make him out over all the dancing people, but in the back of the bar, a halfling was strumming his lute.

Nice. Too bad I'm not here for the music.

He left the place and scanned the crowds for the cleric.

<Spot check - attr +3, skill +0. Can I take 10 or 20 on this?>

[Thinkmeat]

After spending the night in the city, Nic felt better about what he was doing. More certain. This was right; he was doing what he should be. He didn't know exactly what that was, but he knew enough. He started to wander the streets, looking for something interesting.

Now, no one could ever make the mistake of calling Nic observent, but the half orc making his way through the crowds with well-pronounced "pardon me"s was impossible to miss. He cut a very clean swath through the crowd as he followed the cleric. The crowd's unwillingness to touch him made the character following him almost as easy to spot.

Wordlessly, Nic started strolling along behind the half orc and cleric. He didn't try to hide his actions--who could possibly be intimidated by an old man?

[Tor]

Afterfinnishing his repotoar of songs he throws his Lut over onto his back again, grabs his backpack then he jumps down from the stage and walks over to the barkeeper. "Sooo, whats my payment now eh?" He finaly felt that the gods of luck was by his side, and that he would earn enough money to atleast sleep under a roof.

[Tenjin Matsukaru]

OOC: mind if I drop on in?

[Mikorlias Zard]

[OOC Dante: Mikor wears no helmet OOC]

'Mikor Redbeard had noticed the gathering, which he guessed was a fair, with his limited knowledge of non-dwarves, from a long way off. It was making enough noise for rage's sake. Purely out of curiosity, he made his way toward it.
Soon he was surrounded by people, hordes of them, surrounding him, pressing in on all sides. His short stature caused most people to overlook him, for which he was grateful. Mikor did not like people much, they made him feel uneasy. He wished he had stayed in the mountains, in the empty expanses, honing his skills at foraging for food and hunting what few animals there were to eat. As his thoughts drifted, he knocked into one of the larger peoples. Mikor swiftly apologised and walked away. Then he heard something, a sound coming from a nearby building. It was music. Mikor had always liked music, but he was only used to Dwarven drinking and battle songs, this was something else entirely. The only thing he had heard before that had any similarity to this was the sound of birds in a forest he had travelled through briefly.
He found himself drawn towards the music, as though it were a spell of some kind. As he considered to himself whether it WAS some sort of spell, he found himself colliding into someone again, even harder than last time.

[LilWhiteMage]

Afer the momentary distraction with the Half-Orc, Akane got back to roaming the streets quietly. Not too far away she could hear the sound of a lute playing. Most likely a bard who was taking advantage of the fact that there were so many people here. She had to admit, it was really good playing, though she wouldn't allow herself to be drawn in like nearly all the others around.

It did though make it a bit easier for traveling. More people hovering around where the music was meant less people in the road to stand in her path.

Enjoying this newfound space, even if it wasn't that much more, she stretched out her arms and once again pulled her hood down. Now if only this night would just end.. then she'd be truly happy. This city would get back to its normal self.

[Neverwhere]

Dante - You spot Akane hovering around outside the bar

Gato - Two guards stand at the entrance to the church.
"What business have you with the church today? If its not important I strongly recommend that you return to the fair."

Tor - The barkeep looks disappointed that you have stopped. Almost all of the patrons are asking you to continue. The keeper listens to you, then says "You sure you wont play more? As of right now you can stay anywhere in my in for free. Half off the rest of my wares, along with this." He heaves a sack at you, and there is a hefty jingle in it.
----- From sack: 59 gp
----- From crowd: 13 gp, 21 sp

Tenjin - You didnt submit a character sheet. If it keeps up with only these few players, yes you can. Ill pm you if you can.

Sorry, wrong person!

[GatoFiero]

"Yes, very important! I must get crystal to ArchBishop Lyann of Mystra. He needs to seal it!"

Ashnak pulls out the bag from his pocket and shows the guards it's contents.

"As long as it not sealed, still dangerous." As if responding to his words, the crystal gives of a sudden eerie glow.

<So am I in or what?>

[Dante]

OOC: MZ, why do you only ever show up when I'm offline... argh... I hate time zone differentials...

Out of the corner of his eye, Abigail spotted the white hooded cloak of that cleric from just now. She seemed to be wandering the streets without any destination in mind.

"Excellent..." he said to himself, Burns-style.

Abigail immediately began making his way towards her, careful to avoid any obstacles like that dwarf from just now. There were too many questions he needed to ask her for him to let her get away.

[Tempest Stormwraith]

From the shadows a cloaked form arrives at the bar. He orders a drink and something to eat. Not much is seen of his face, but silver hair hangs out from benith the cloak. A Bastard sword slung across his back.
He looks around the bar, at faces and listens to what ever he can hear.

[Mikorlias Zard]

"Curses!" muttered Mikor. Twice in one day. He was beginning to get angry with himself. 'Calm,' he thought. 'Calm yourself.' City folk didn't appreciate him going into a berzereker rage in the middle of town, something he had learnt the hard way when he was carried out by the ears of the last town he had visited by the remaining guards. Regaining his cool, he looked at who he had knocked into this time...

[Tor]

Looking at the sack of gold he smiled towards the barkeeper... "ofcourse I can play more for you but that would be stories with music, because I havent to many songs, but since you and your patrons enjoyed it so much I'll continiue. Just wtch my backpack. it will be easier for me then." He gave the barkeeper his backpac ant went on stage again. "Since you enjoyed my music so much" He shouted "I will tell you some stories from my homeland. There once was a halfling..."

[dice]
char=4 + Rank=6 Dice= 20 :eek: = 30

[Mikorlias Zard]

OOC: What's he gonna do, tell them all Lord of the Rings? :OOC

"Who are, what do, wha?" mumbled the figure you was sprawled across Mikor's midriff.

OOC: (Hint, hint, someone be said figure) :OOC

Mikor Redbeard

[Neverwhere]

Tor - Your roll is quite good!
---- The audience is amazed by your tale and they hang on your every word. At the end you have some of the women and children weeping openly. A few hushed whispers go through the crowd that you are one of the best bards they have ever heard - if not the best.

Gato -
---- The guard grunts, then motions you inward. "Climb the stairs to your left, down the hall, turn right, second door. Be sure to knock."


MORE POSTING!

[cruelty13]

Meanwhile, in the street, where we last left Melissande.
She suddenly saw all the crowds gather into the tavern she left, before she stopped. Weird. There was music. Oh well. She started walking away from the tavern. Finaly she reached another street. SHe calmly paced down the street.

[Minkus]

*Attempt to read guard's lips, roll is 18, (writing this post at school, don't know mods off-hand)*

After trying to discern exactly what was exchanged, Boo climbed down, and looped around various side streets, alleyways and passages until he came back to the square. He confidently walked up to the guards and...

*Bluff roll! Die roll is 11. (Same story for mods)

Bluff - "Yes, I'm here to see the ArchBishop. A friend of mine said he had to meet him, and he asked me to come. Said he had some special request. Not too much trouble, I hope."

[Tor]

Now since he didn't have anything more to play or tell he walked down from the stage.
"Might I get a room now my good sir? I would like to check out some of the city before night falls upin us."

[Tempest Stormwraith]

Tired of the disgruntled looks of those around the bar, let alone the smell of them, the cloaked figure heads out for some fresh air. He wanders the streets aimlessly, no stopping in one place for too long, trying to get a feel of the town.

While not the biggest city he has even been in, this certinly not the smalles. The shear amount of chapels to the gods is mindboggling.
Tempest thinks *How can so many churches possibly exist in the same town without there being constant conflict of beliefs? People should just settle on one god and leave it at that, saves trouble.*

[GatoFiero]

Ashnak ties up the bag once more and stores it in his inner coat pocket. As he walks down the hall he wispers repatedly to himself, "left, down the hall, turn right, second door. Be sure to knock," so that he does not forget.

Upon reaching the said door, Ashnak remembers to knock and waits for the answer.

[Thinkmeat]

<<OOC: I assume my d00d wouldn't be let into the church just by virtue of following Mr. Half-orc>>

Hmph. Obstinate clergy. Turned away by the door guards, Nic was about to write it off as a dead end when he stopped. Where did he have to be? ...nowhere. Here was just fine. Pulling the book he was studying out of his haversack, Nic found a bench to sit on and read, keeping an eye on the church. No matter how polite or well-spoken, there was just no way a half orc would be spending much time in a church. Not in this city, at least.

[Dante]

"Excuse me. Excuse me, miss!" Abigail called out to the half-elf as she walked absently on.

"My lady, I crave a moment of your time," he said as he reached out and tapped her on the shoulder.

"I am an itinerant wanderer who seeks entrance to the temple - however, I have lost my credentials and I am afraid that I may be turned away for want of the proper permits. However, if I accompanied you - as your bodyguard, nothing more - I am certain that they would permit me entrance."

He smiled and turned on the charm.

"I am so sorry to impose upon you, but I have travelled... a long way for this. Please indulge this humble request of mine, dear lady."

[LilWhiteMage]

Akane shut her eyes, mentally forcing away the irritation that came from yet another man coming up to her. A quick breath escaped her lips as she turned around to face Abigail.

"You know, this is the second time within the past hour that someone has asked for help getting to the temple. If you were me, wouldn't you find that a bit odd, sir?"

Oh stop it... Just help the man, perhaps he really is in need of getting in.

With that thought, she drew in a deep breath. "Forgive me. It's just been a long night. You can imagine, with all these... ruffians.. about, it being easy to get a tad stressed."

She thought again for a moment. "Fine, I suppose I could allow you to accompany me to the temple. I was wanting to get away from this awful crowd anyway."

[Dante]

"I thank you for your generosity, my lady. I have no doubt that my town would be immensely grateful to you. "

Good thing I bought that disguise kit... at least now I can pose as a simple soldier...

"And I do not find the fact that people would ask you for help odd... you have the look of a kind soul, which is probably what drives them to beg your aid."

[LilWhiteMage]

"Flattery will get you nowhere... for the most part." She commented as she began to lead him in the direction of the temple.

"So tell me, sir, you seem to be the gentlemanly type, however you've yet to even tell me your name." She glanced back at him, a seemingly sly grin on her face.

[Dante]

"I? I am Abigail, an itinerant priest of the order of St. Cuthbert. My town was stricken by a magical disease, and I have been sent to research a cure. And my I ask your name, my lady?"

[LilWhiteMage]

"A magical disease?" She repeated to herself quietly, then looked back at Abigail once more.

"Abigail is it? An odd name for a man. But nonetheless, you've giving your name, and I'll give you mine." She stopped and turned to him fully, pulling her hood down to bow extravagently before him.

"I am Akane, faithful follower of Corellon Larethian. My purpose here in St. Johnson is to help here with all of the temples. You'd figure being so many, they wouldn't have to worry about having any problems. I mostly help out around the main temple, the one I'm guessing you're wanting to go to for your problem."

She stood back up, leaving her hood down. "I guess you got lucky to find me, considering you must be a fool for having lost your papers and credentials on the trip here." With that said, she turned her back again to him and continued walking in way of the temple.

[Mikorlias Zard]

OOC:
"I? I am Abigail, an itinerant priest of the order of St. Cuthbert. My town was stricken by a magical disease, and I have been sent to research a cure. And my I ask your name, my lady?"

I think Neverwhere said any FR Gods and any others he approves of.

St. Cuthbert is a standard D&D God, not FR. :OOC

"Oh, hello there, I'm dreadfully sorry. Didn't see you..." said the figure who had crashed into Mikor as he picked himself up off the ground.
"No problem..." muttered Mikor, and he made to leave, but the figure, who Mikor could clearly see was Elven and wearing a big robe, interviened.
"No I'm dreadfully sorry, please, let me make it up to you. Um, do you have anywhere to stay tonight?"
"Well, I thought... Inn..." murmered Mikor, desperately wanting to get out of this blatantly social situation.
"No, I insist. You shall sleep at the Temple of Corellon Larethian tonight. I don't know what the others will say, me bringing a Dwarf in, but they are good-natured and will not turn you down. Please, follow me."
Mikor sighed and reluctantly followed the Elf down the road. At least, he thought, he wouldn't have to talk to the owner of the Inn to get a room.

Mikorlias Zard

[Tempest Stormwraith]

Wandering freely around the town, he hears many ask of a temple in town. The shear number of people trying to find it seemed odd so he thinks it best to take a look. He may find out more information on his curse, and with the information he may find a way to break it more quickly.