The bustling harbors of Twin Bay are, or once were, a cheerful place. Where sailors and fishermen would merrily go about their way, singing songs about adventurers and treasure and the lass waiting at port for their return.
For the last 20 hours, however, the four harbors of the city have undergone a drastic change. Now the only noise is the blowing of the wind as stormclouds gather in the west. The normally boisterous sailors soberly load their boats with as many supplies as they could beg, buy, or steal. Dozens of nobles, each with dozens of family members, royal guardsmen, and hired mercenaries attending them wait for their chance to board one of the dozens of ships waiting to flee the dying city
Less than one day ago, the king of Estark, Federick I, was found dead in his bed. It appears as though he died in his sleep, but within the hour rumors swirled of poison or magic, of assassins and jealous lords. Within two hours, the rule of law broke down as fear built into panic. Chaos overwhelemed the city guard, and most have simply retreated to their homes, or joined in the paniced mobs.
Within five hours, news of Federick's death had spread to the rest of the kingdom, and perhaps beyond. Within ten hours, schemes and plots were already under development by the ambitious domestic nobles and power-hungry foreign lords.
While the king's son and wife were alive, he was well-loved by the populace. A just and kind ruler, he brought prosperity and happiness to all his lands. After his son was killed in a skirmish with the barbarians of the mountainous, ice-covered north, he was consumed with grief. When his wife died soon after, the king retreated from the world and social contact. He became reclusive, paranoid, and spiraled downward into self-pity. The kingdom suffered accordingly, going from prosperous to struggling in mere months.
Now, with his death, his closest friends, his noble supporters, and his royal guard have realized the simple truth: They are obstacles to the machinations of the ambitious. So they have decided to flee. To where, not even they know.
Lily, the king's secondmost senior spy, Borotur, one of his most loyal guards, Vaelaelal, his personal friend and councilor, and Taikavoima, royal battlemage and emissary of the elven wizards, are among those fleeing the city.
"Hurry up," a voice shouts through the crowd. Fideas, the king's oldest friend and spymaster of the realm, waves his hand toward the group. His average face and greying hair barely stand out in the crowd, even for those who know him. His bow rests comfortably strapped to his back, and his hand rests on his sword. "I've made a deal with Captain Kalva of the Seafoam. He can take us out of here immediately."
"'Bout damned time," says a grumpy, wheezing voice from beside the group. Etos, the elder royal wizard, grips his staff and begins shambling forward. His long white hair and beard blend seamlessly in with his white robes and pearl staff. "My bones are turning to dust just standing here. Any longer and you'll have to sweep me onto the boat."
A bark of reluctant laughter comes from behind the group. Hector, the youngest captain of the royal guard in decades, shakes his head. The pair of elegant swords at his hip bounces slightly as he chortles. "Sorry. I know I shouldn't laugh at a time like this. But that grumpy old man has always had the ability to make me crack up. He's right though, we need to hurry."
The crowd parts at some "gentle" encouragement from Etos. Fideas stands near a whipcord-thin man: Captain Kalva. His ship, the Seafoam, waits at the harbor, easily the largest ship docked there. "Come on, come on," Fideas shouts impatiently over the roar of the scared crowd. "Before everyone else realizes there's a free ship and rushes us."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Lily makes her way over to Fideas with a grace of movement that easily betrays the fact that she is more than she appears, despite her current appearance which looks like a human woman. She nods to the Captain with an appreciative smile on her face and says "Thank you for taking us aboard your ship." And then she waits for the rest of her companions to make their way over to them, wanting to make sure everyone is together as they progress to the ship.
An extremely large wolf is following this woman's footsteps closely growling whenever someone gets too close to her.
"Hmph," exclaims Taikavoima. "Boats certainly aren't my favourite mode of transportation." He hastily moves through the crowd. The tone of the docks was foul... these were dark days indeed. He'd have to prepare the party for anything to happen on the ship... they weren't out of the danger yet.
He keeps his featherlight armoured limbs inward, holding his cloak tight to his body. One of his magical crystals ensured he didn't feel the chill of wind or sea-chilled air, but there was a certain comfort in the action, due to the milling waves of commoners and nobles alike, jostling and cajoling.
Taikavoima nods to Lily on his way across the gangplank. His eyes don't meet the captains.
"Taikavoima, surely you don't mean to say you wouldn't relish the chance to converse with your aquatic breathren?" Lily has a slight grin on her face as she addresses Taikavoima about this subject.
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
"Ai'p varaes byr, sal o. Ki Aelaer pai byr jhoji sai mos," (I'd rather not, thank you. Grey Elves do not like to swim,)
Taikavoima retorts, rolling his eyes subtly. He really didn't like the sea.
"I do hope that Vaelaelal has made proper spell selection with regards to our voyage." Taikavoima takes a place standing on the foredeck, observing the waters.
Lily rolls her head back and laughs at the statement Taikavoima just made in Elven. She seems taken slightly by surprise by this but does not let his admission dampen her spirits. For such a somber situation, she seems to be in a relatively good mood, though her eyes appear to be sorrowful nonetheless. She seems to be suffering from conflicted emotions, a sense of joy at experiencing something that she has never experienced before, and sadness at having lost a good friend.
Vaelaelal never really did rush, he was more like walking, which is odd considering he somehow managed to keep up with everyone, and now stands in front of the ship.
His poise steady, his eyes as dark and mysterious as they where all those years ago when he first started working for the king, for all the world he seems to just be standing there in front of the ship.
They could not be more wrong.
Vaelaelal is resting against the mast, an impish smile gracing the side of his face as he considers how well his crafting of the mirror image has gotten.
"My jump may not be as powerful as Etos' but it can be casted repeatedly and with no taxation on me" he says with a small chuckle to himself.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
A smaller, stout figure pushes his way through the crowd of people. Though that wouldn't move for the dwarf were encouraged to do so with a slight prodding from the man's axe. It was hard to tell which played the greater part in Borotur's foul mood; the death of the king or the fact that he was forced to get onto a boat.
"Ah bluedy ruebbish" he grumbled, stopping infront of the ship's gangplank. Reaching into the side compartment of the haversack on his back, he swaps out the Ring of Feather Falling with Water Walking. Glaring at the dark sea as he boards, a contemptuous "T'aihnt gohnna be ah'takin thees dwarf ahny time soon" was heard.
Once on board, he held his axe near the blade and thumped the end of the handle against the ship's deck. "Ah leest she's solid nough" he said approvingly, though one would not guess it from his face. "Ahn bhig."
"Jholia, por o ialaesal ei shys ci ber mar?" (Lily, did you understand a word he just said?) says Taikavoima, veiling his quip by appearing non-chalant, standing now by the railing.
"Is that everybody?" he asks, somewhat rhetorically, not bothering to check.
"Or, ci shar tystalol eirdyr si morerol eil si mor" (Yes, he was complaining about the situation and the ship). Lily said to Taikavoima with some annoyance as she boarded the ship behind the Dwarf. Once on board and after explaining the statements the Dwarf made she swiftly made her way toward the steersman platform and satdown behind it to watch the deck below.
The Wolf follows Lily on board the ship, carefully placing its footsteps to make sure it does not fall off the gangplank considering its size relative to the plank. Once aboard, noticing Lily's movements, the wolf casually makes its way towards a corner of the boat where it curls up, its eyes watching Lily carefully.
Borotur noticed not, the language of the elves as foreign on his ears as was Abyssal or any other language."Ah leest some fahmiliar faces ahre aroond" he observed, his mouth making a slight smile.
"Yes my dear Dwarf, we are all friends here aren't we!" Lily says swinging her arms wide with a smile on her face, though her eyes are darting back and forth across her field of vision as she inspects each and every one of the men working on the boat.
OOC: I would like to take a 10 on Spot and Sense Motive to see if I discern if anyone is hostile towards our group seeing as how my character is not currently being threatened or distracted I don't think... or at least not heavily distracted. a 10 in Spot would net me a 26, and a 10 in Sense Motive would net me a 22.
OOC: Nobody seems hostile toward the group. Fideas seems anxious to leave, and Kalva looks somewhat nervous toward the crowd.
"Yes, yes, everyone's in a great mood, aren't they?" Etos grumbles, whips of real anger sounding. "Let's move the damned boat already!"
Captain Kalva quickly acts to remove the walking plank from the docks, just as a desperate noble notices the mostly empty ship and tries to scurry aboard. With a contemptuous kick to the solar plexus, Kalva boots the noble back to the docks. "My ship, my rules," he says by way of explaination.
With a call to the crew, the ship's sails are raised and the boat untied from the docks. It slowly sweeps to the southwest, aimed to exit the conjoined bays that give the captial city of Estark it's name. The wind whips stronger from the northwest as the October storm gathers strength. The spraying of the seas constantly dampens the clothes of those on the deck, though the crew doesn't seem particularly bothered.
The dying city slowly fades away, smoke rising from several fires that have started during the chaotic riots. At least eight other boats follow the Seafoam as she flees the fate of Twin Falls.
"We need to discuss some things," Fideas says finally as he watches the city in the distance. "Before we get out to open sea. Federick's death, for one. And our destination. And what to do when we get there."
"Finally, someone talking some sense," Etos mutters to himself.
Hector remains uncharacteristically quiet, simply watching the city as the ship gets nearer to the bays' convergence and the exit to the open sea.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Lily's eyes narrow at Fideas' words as she stood up and began approaching him. Now that the vessel was out of the harbor she quickly sheds her guise of a human woman, taking on the appearance of a young elven woman. This appearance seems to explain the unnatural grace that she had when she was walking around the town in the human woman's guise, as this appearance also happens to be her natural form. She has long dark hair, though it is currently tied up in a bun.
She utters the word "Eisys" and the clothes she had been wearing in her human form which appeared as a simple peasants working clothes, shift and shimmer significantly, and take on the form of a suite of wooden armor designed in the form of a suite of breastplate armor. Though the craftsmanship of this armor is superb and the armor is probably worth a fine fortune. Underneath the armor faint traces of another set of clothing, very different from the clothing she had previously worn can be seen. At her wrist the hilt of a dagger can vaguely be seen, if one looks closely enough for it. Further there is also the unmistakable presence of yet another dagger at her waist.
As she reaches Fideas she says only loud enough for him to hear her, given the noise of the open sea: "Am I correct in assuming that you suspect foul play?"
I am assuming that you are using the Elven Trance system instead of requiring elves to sleep for a full night the way other races have to? If memory serves according to the players handbook Elves who trance for 4 hours are rested as if they had slept for a full night.
"That should be beyond any doubt" Vaelaelal answers Lily's question "What we are to discuss is who did it and how do we pay him back for it, personally im not in the habit of letting my friends get killed and not seeking some retribution" Vael says while 'jumping' from the mast he was leaning against to stand close to the rest, the move taking some time to register as his form can still be seen in the mast resting comfortably
OOC: yes im gonna be spamming my 'Flee the scene' invocation quite a lot
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
"Hmmm, well I would like to hear the facts of the matter as opposed to some rumor mongering, Vael. It was my job to deal in facts before the death of the King. Unlike some others who dealt in emotions. I would like to continue dealing with what is known as opposed to something as flighty as the rumors that had been circulating around the City before we departed." She says with a slight grimace on her face at the fact that Vael had interrupted the statement she had intended for Fideas.
"Just the opposite, Lily," Fideas says gently. "I believe he died naturally. I had Etos examine the body" Fideas gestures toward Etos.
Etos stumps forward and nods. "There wasn't no poison. No wounds or magic, either. Even tried a spell to bring back the dead. Didn't take. So either it was natural, or someone strong and smart enough to think of that and be able to pull it off. And if someone was slinging magic around in there, the wards around the room woulda alerted me. So, I'm thinking natural."
Kalva listens to the conversaion while occassionally shouting to the crew to make adjustments to the course. With an interested "hng" noise, he simply says "Doesn't matter now."
Both Hector and Etos stare at him with confused expressions, but Fideas nods. "He's right. Consider the implications, murder or no murder."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
Borotur takes a few steps toward the group as they began discussing the cause behind the king's demise. Ah sad deeth to be shure" he said sorrowfully, his gaze turning to the deck with a sad shake of his head. "Ah theenk he been taken the deeth of his son of beet hard. Twas ah ghood wharrier's deeth, somethin ta be proud of!"
There was a pause, and the sad expression faded to be replace with his usual furrowed, gruff expression."If'n it be some dahrk an pohwuful magic at work beyond Mistah Ehtos' skills, we be findin that out soon enough."
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A sad death to be sure./I think he took the death of his son a bit hard. Was a good warrior's death, something to be proud of!/If it was some dark and powerful magic at work beyond Mister Etos' skills, we'll be finding out soon enough(Clarification: He's saying if dark magic was use, it's way above Etos's skills. Not that Etos had any hand in the death. )
"Did your wards cover dream magic? it is an obscure thing to be sure but so are the skills i use when not dealing in healing" Vael asks offhandedly
"Regardless our kings death puts us all in great danger, both by well intending fools thinking we committed the crime for being the closest aids of the king or by ill intending snakes thinking to capitalize from the sudden shift in power.
There is also the unsavory possibility one of us was the culprit or an accomplish to the culprit" he says with a grave voice, although his eyes remain as emotionless as they where when he was resting by the mast, and his face that of friendly neutrality.
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Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
"Such speculation is useless" says Taikavoima, who has now moved to the rear of the deck. "T'would be of more immediate use if we attended to the current situation, in the capacity of not being ambushed by said snakes." He is watching the other ships, and his book is open to the Disintigrate spell, incase a boarding party would like to try their luck.
Lily listens to all of this with her eyes narrowed in concentration. She finally says "Well since it appears that his death was natural. I suppose we should be discussing where we are going to go in the aftermath of this situation. Because from the sound of things, we are the among only ones who believe his death to be natural."
EDIT OOC: just so everyone knows, Caex has given me permission to change my character's last name from "Silver" to "Silverthistle" which I believe sounds just a tad bit more Elven than the previous name.
OOC: I've been drawing up a world map, but it's far from done. I can post the rough draft with only a few cities and geological features, if you want. Just to give you the lay of the land.
"You are all correct," Fideas says. "We are in trouble. As Vael brought up, we may be suspected of killing the king. As Borotur says, if it truely was magic beyond Etos' skill, whoever did it is surely not finished yet. Taikavoima and Lily are rightly focused on our destination."
Etos gives Fideas a sideways glance. "You've got nimbler words than a Brass Dragon, Spymaster. In but a few sentences, you've layed out our problems, set everyone's ideas on equal ground, and focused us on what comes next. Clever."
Hector chimes in, finally. "I think we should go north to Three Falls (OOC: Three Falls is the northernmost city of Estark, right on the frontier. It borders on the barbarian lands, and is a heavily fortified city). I know the captain of the city's guard. I trained him, and he was a royal guardsman for years before moving up to the frontier. We can trust him as much as anyone these days. The city's lord, Count Birnard, is known to be very ambitious. If anyone has knowledge of a plot to seize the crown, it would be him."
Etos "hmps" audibly. "We need to get out of Estark, fool. This whole kingdom is on the edge of war. Staying here will only get us killed. I know some folks at the wizard's university to the south, in Hestaphis (OOC: An independant city-state. It has no ruler, nor does it belong to any kingdom. Other kingdoms often attempt to annex it to their lands, but the ruling Wizard's Council of the university wields tremendous power, both political and magical, which usually heads off attacks before they begin. Many kingdoms send promising wizards there to study. The city has a reputation as being harshly neutral. They take no sides in any conflict, and punish those among them who do.)."
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
"I personally would prefer to return to an Elven land if possible. Surely there would be one Elven Nation or another who is far enough away from the struggle that they would be willing to offer us sanctuary until such time as the war boils over? Lily states with a slightly bemused look on her face.
Talore- Taikavoima
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For the last 20 hours, however, the four harbors of the city have undergone a drastic change. Now the only noise is the blowing of the wind as stormclouds gather in the west. The normally boisterous sailors soberly load their boats with as many supplies as they could beg, buy, or steal. Dozens of nobles, each with dozens of family members, royal guardsmen, and hired mercenaries attending them wait for their chance to board one of the dozens of ships waiting to flee the dying city
Less than one day ago, the king of Estark, Federick I, was found dead in his bed. It appears as though he died in his sleep, but within the hour rumors swirled of poison or magic, of assassins and jealous lords. Within two hours, the rule of law broke down as fear built into panic. Chaos overwhelemed the city guard, and most have simply retreated to their homes, or joined in the paniced mobs.
Within five hours, news of Federick's death had spread to the rest of the kingdom, and perhaps beyond. Within ten hours, schemes and plots were already under development by the ambitious domestic nobles and power-hungry foreign lords.
While the king's son and wife were alive, he was well-loved by the populace. A just and kind ruler, he brought prosperity and happiness to all his lands. After his son was killed in a skirmish with the barbarians of the mountainous, ice-covered north, he was consumed with grief. When his wife died soon after, the king retreated from the world and social contact. He became reclusive, paranoid, and spiraled downward into self-pity. The kingdom suffered accordingly, going from prosperous to struggling in mere months.
Now, with his death, his closest friends, his noble supporters, and his royal guard have realized the simple truth: They are obstacles to the machinations of the ambitious. So they have decided to flee. To where, not even they know.
Lily, the king's secondmost senior spy, Borotur, one of his most loyal guards, Vaelaelal, his personal friend and councilor, and Taikavoima, royal battlemage and emissary of the elven wizards, are among those fleeing the city.
"Hurry up," a voice shouts through the crowd. Fideas, the king's oldest friend and spymaster of the realm, waves his hand toward the group. His average face and greying hair barely stand out in the crowd, even for those who know him. His bow rests comfortably strapped to his back, and his hand rests on his sword. "I've made a deal with Captain Kalva of the Seafoam. He can take us out of here immediately."
"'Bout damned time," says a grumpy, wheezing voice from beside the group. Etos, the elder royal wizard, grips his staff and begins shambling forward. His long white hair and beard blend seamlessly in with his white robes and pearl staff. "My bones are turning to dust just standing here. Any longer and you'll have to sweep me onto the boat."
A bark of reluctant laughter comes from behind the group. Hector, the youngest captain of the royal guard in decades, shakes his head. The pair of elegant swords at his hip bounces slightly as he chortles. "Sorry. I know I shouldn't laugh at a time like this. But that grumpy old man has always had the ability to make me crack up. He's right though, we need to hurry."
The crowd parts at some "gentle" encouragement from Etos. Fideas stands near a whipcord-thin man: Captain Kalva. His ship, the Seafoam, waits at the harbor, easily the largest ship docked there. "Come on, come on," Fideas shouts impatiently over the roar of the scared crowd. "Before everyone else realizes there's a free ship and rushes us."
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An extremely large wolf is following this woman's footsteps closely growling whenever someone gets too close to her.
He keeps his featherlight armoured limbs inward, holding his cloak tight to his body. One of his magical crystals ensured he didn't feel the chill of wind or sea-chilled air, but there was a certain comfort in the action, due to the milling waves of commoners and nobles alike, jostling and cajoling.
Taikavoima nods to Lily on his way across the gangplank. His eyes don't meet the captains.
Taikavoima retorts, rolling his eyes subtly. He really didn't like the sea.
"I do hope that Vaelaelal has made proper spell selection with regards to our voyage." Taikavoima takes a place standing on the foredeck, observing the waters.
His poise steady, his eyes as dark and mysterious as they where all those years ago when he first started working for the king, for all the world he seems to just be standing there in front of the ship.
They could not be more wrong.
Vaelaelal is resting against the mast, an impish smile gracing the side of his face as he considers how well his crafting of the mirror image has gotten.
"My jump may not be as powerful as Etos' but it can be casted repeatedly and with no taxation on me" he says with a small chuckle to himself.
"Ah bluedy ruebbish" he grumbled, stopping infront of the ship's gangplank. Reaching into the side compartment of the haversack on his back, he swaps out the Ring of Feather Falling with Water Walking. Glaring at the dark sea as he boards, a contemptuous "T'aihnt gohnna be ah'takin thees dwarf ahny time soon" was heard.
Once on board, he held his axe near the blade and thumped the end of the handle against the ship's deck. "Ah leest she's solid nough" he said approvingly, though one would not guess it from his face. "Ahn bhig."
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"Is that everybody?" he asks, somewhat rhetorically, not bothering to check.
The Wolf follows Lily on board the ship, carefully placing its footsteps to make sure it does not fall off the gangplank considering its size relative to the plank. Once aboard, noticing Lily's movements, the wolf casually makes its way towards a corner of the boat where it curls up, its eyes watching Lily carefully.
(Siggy adapted, DarkHunter1357 (deviantART))
OOC: I would like to take a 10 on Spot and Sense Motive to see if I discern if anyone is hostile towards our group seeing as how my character is not currently being threatened or distracted I don't think... or at least not heavily distracted. a 10 in Spot would net me a 26, and a 10 in Sense Motive would net me a 22.
"Yes, yes, everyone's in a great mood, aren't they?" Etos grumbles, whips of real anger sounding. "Let's move the damned boat already!"
Captain Kalva quickly acts to remove the walking plank from the docks, just as a desperate noble notices the mostly empty ship and tries to scurry aboard. With a contemptuous kick to the solar plexus, Kalva boots the noble back to the docks. "My ship, my rules," he says by way of explaination.
With a call to the crew, the ship's sails are raised and the boat untied from the docks. It slowly sweeps to the southwest, aimed to exit the conjoined bays that give the captial city of Estark it's name. The wind whips stronger from the northwest as the October storm gathers strength. The spraying of the seas constantly dampens the clothes of those on the deck, though the crew doesn't seem particularly bothered.
The dying city slowly fades away, smoke rising from several fires that have started during the chaotic riots. At least eight other boats follow the Seafoam as she flees the fate of Twin Falls.
"We need to discuss some things," Fideas says finally as he watches the city in the distance. "Before we get out to open sea. Federick's death, for one. And our destination. And what to do when we get there."
"Finally, someone talking some sense," Etos mutters to himself.
Hector remains uncharacteristically quiet, simply watching the city as the ship gets nearer to the bays' convergence and the exit to the open sea.
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She utters the word "Eisys" and the clothes she had been wearing in her human form which appeared as a simple peasants working clothes, shift and shimmer significantly, and take on the form of a suite of wooden armor designed in the form of a suite of breastplate armor. Though the craftsmanship of this armor is superb and the armor is probably worth a fine fortune. Underneath the armor faint traces of another set of clothing, very different from the clothing she had previously worn can be seen. At her wrist the hilt of a dagger can vaguely be seen, if one looks closely enough for it. Further there is also the unmistakable presence of yet another dagger at her waist.
As she reaches Fideas she says only loud enough for him to hear her, given the noise of the open sea: "Am I correct in assuming that you suspect foul play?"
OOC: yes im gonna be spamming my 'Flee the scene' invocation quite a lot
Etos stumps forward and nods. "There wasn't no poison. No wounds or magic, either. Even tried a spell to bring back the dead. Didn't take. So either it was natural, or someone strong and smart enough to think of that and be able to pull it off. And if someone was slinging magic around in there, the wards around the room woulda alerted me. So, I'm thinking natural."
Kalva listens to the conversaion while occassionally shouting to the crew to make adjustments to the course. With an interested "hng" noise, he simply says "Doesn't matter now."
Both Hector and Etos stare at him with confused expressions, but Fideas nods. "He's right. Consider the implications, murder or no murder."
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There was a pause, and the sad expression faded to be replace with his usual furrowed, gruff expression."If'n it be some dahrk an pohwuful magic at work beyond Mistah Ehtos' skills, we be findin that out soon enough."
OOC: For those that have a little trouble understanding him
(Siggy adapted, DarkHunter1357 (deviantART))
"Regardless our kings death puts us all in great danger, both by well intending fools thinking we committed the crime for being the closest aids of the king or by ill intending snakes thinking to capitalize from the sudden shift in power.
There is also the unsavory possibility one of us was the culprit or an accomplish to the culprit" he says with a grave voice, although his eyes remain as emotionless as they where when he was resting by the mast, and his face that of friendly neutrality.
EDIT OOC: just so everyone knows, Caex has given me permission to change my character's last name from "Silver" to "Silverthistle" which I believe sounds just a tad bit more Elven than the previous name.
(Siggy adapted, DarkHunter1357 (deviantART))
"You are all correct," Fideas says. "We are in trouble. As Vael brought up, we may be suspected of killing the king. As Borotur says, if it truely was magic beyond Etos' skill, whoever did it is surely not finished yet. Taikavoima and Lily are rightly focused on our destination."
Etos gives Fideas a sideways glance. "You've got nimbler words than a Brass Dragon, Spymaster. In but a few sentences, you've layed out our problems, set everyone's ideas on equal ground, and focused us on what comes next. Clever."
Hector chimes in, finally. "I think we should go north to Three Falls (OOC: Three Falls is the northernmost city of Estark, right on the frontier. It borders on the barbarian lands, and is a heavily fortified city). I know the captain of the city's guard. I trained him, and he was a royal guardsman for years before moving up to the frontier. We can trust him as much as anyone these days. The city's lord, Count Birnard, is known to be very ambitious. If anyone has knowledge of a plot to seize the crown, it would be him."
Etos "hmps" audibly. "We need to get out of Estark, fool. This whole kingdom is on the edge of war. Staying here will only get us killed. I know some folks at the wizard's university to the south, in Hestaphis (OOC: An independant city-state. It has no ruler, nor does it belong to any kingdom. Other kingdoms often attempt to annex it to their lands, but the ruling Wizard's Council of the university wields tremendous power, both political and magical, which usually heads off attacks before they begin. Many kingdoms send promising wizards there to study. The city has a reputation as being harshly neutral. They take no sides in any conflict, and punish those among them who do.)."
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