TÃr Na NÓg
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*Midnight
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After finishing her conversation with the Cipher Raila in the deep crypts Emila heads back upstairs to The Mortuary's library. Those who see her would no she walks with a slight limp. The damage done to her in The Outlands yet to fully regenerate and the vampire's mood is accordingly foul, she did not enjoy being humbled least of all twice. Still she had a chance to set things right, had something to look for. just a name but it was a start, she combed her factions records for the name Caintine Rofhessa. If he was dead she was determined to find him.
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*Selebius
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After some conversation with this odd undead dustman Xarexx returns to the prison.
She quickly moves to the archives, trying to find out if this 'Caintine Rofhessa' was ever found guilty of something by the Triad. Working methodically but quick she uses the same diligence in this kind of information gathering she usually uses in the torture chambers of the Deep Cells.
She quickly moves to the archives, trying to find out if this 'Caintine Rofhessa' was ever found guilty of something by the Triad. Working methodically but quick she uses the same diligence in this kind of information gathering she usually uses in the torture chambers of the Deep Cells.
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*Mander
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Among the dusty bookshelves of the Takers library, a wrinkled old Thayan scours the books for information of firbolgs and the name Caintine Rofhessa. His filmy eyes devour every page like a man starving, and every now and then more books float down to replace those finished.
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*Krayt
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Ascending the stairs Emila find a younger human female dressed in a plain grey robe with very few exessive traits beyond what is functional. She arrange a set of tomes into the shelves dropping one as she turned her head to see who was coming. "Oh darn." She said noticing a teared page. Quickly bending down to pick it up. Emila had not seen this one priorly. And her behaviour was no doubr that of a newly recruited dustman. The tome is one of many containing the names of people who sold their bodies for postmortem usage.
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After hours of reading her she accidently finds a name bearing a striking resemblance while not identical to the one she seeks, Caillfhessa. Next to it is a long list of lesser crimes. Sedition against officials, neglect of debts, brawls. Next to these she find the name Broken Wheel Inn being the accusor. All of them are older than four years. If she had been told what Scaile the dead not-poet had in his turn said about the time when this Caintine was suppose to have left TÃr na nÓg she would react to it as contradicting.
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He finds various information about the Firbolg. Scorned by their giantkin relatives they live in closed communities that can vary greatly from one into another. He learns sippits of something the refered to as the "code" that they revere as something that cannot be broken. The cast that is belived to be a public voting involving all the Firbolgs in a community. Futhermore he learns of their usual habitat in hills, caverns and forests. What he doesn't find however is any link to the Firbolg and TÃr na nÓg.
The name Cantine Rofhessa eludes him. The name Caillfhessa was the closest he could find within the tax records. The Broken Wheel inn stated as his last permanent living place that how ever was several years ago.
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After hours of reading her she accidently finds a name bearing a striking resemblance while not identical to the one she seeks, Caillfhessa. Next to it is a long list of lesser crimes. Sedition against officials, neglect of debts, brawls. Next to these she find the name Broken Wheel Inn being the accusor. All of them are older than four years. If she had been told what Scaile the dead not-poet had in his turn said about the time when this Caintine was suppose to have left TÃr na nÓg she would react to it as contradicting.
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He finds various information about the Firbolg. Scorned by their giantkin relatives they live in closed communities that can vary greatly from one into another. He learns sippits of something the refered to as the "code" that they revere as something that cannot be broken. The cast that is belived to be a public voting involving all the Firbolgs in a community. Futhermore he learns of their usual habitat in hills, caverns and forests. What he doesn't find however is any link to the Firbolg and TÃr na nÓg.
The name Cantine Rofhessa eludes him. The name Caillfhessa was the closest he could find within the tax records. The Broken Wheel inn stated as his last permanent living place that how ever was several years ago.
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*Selebius
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The woman returns to her quarters in the lower dungeons of the prison- not more than an unused cell.
There is a chest with a simple lock for her belongings, a bed cobbled together from an old rack and parts of some crates- overall an uncomfortable, crude construction. The blanket that covers it are skins sewn together and it is thin, barely able to warm whoever decides to cover him or herself with this grisly thing.
And there are chains, many chains with hooks, with barbs, hanging from the ceiling, some clotted with blood, most rusted but all blades and barbs sharpened thoroughly, gleaming in a soft metal sheen. The only lightsource is a small brazier and it is there Xar goes first, adding a few coals to it, pulling a glove off her gaunt, pale hand before she reaches into the embers to wake up the sleeping flames.
She sits down at the dirty floor, rats watching her curiously but knowing better than to approach her. After pondering about what she learned for a few long minutes she falls into a meditative state, slow, bluish white, cold flames licking over her form while she looses herself in her inner world as she recovers her strenght.
THen she gets up again, pulls the glove over her hand and leaves the prison, her cell, her home, as usual, unlocked.
Quickly she makes her way through the streets of the cage towards the Broken Wheel Inn.
There is a chest with a simple lock for her belongings, a bed cobbled together from an old rack and parts of some crates- overall an uncomfortable, crude construction. The blanket that covers it are skins sewn together and it is thin, barely able to warm whoever decides to cover him or herself with this grisly thing.
And there are chains, many chains with hooks, with barbs, hanging from the ceiling, some clotted with blood, most rusted but all blades and barbs sharpened thoroughly, gleaming in a soft metal sheen. The only lightsource is a small brazier and it is there Xar goes first, adding a few coals to it, pulling a glove off her gaunt, pale hand before she reaches into the embers to wake up the sleeping flames.
She sits down at the dirty floor, rats watching her curiously but knowing better than to approach her. After pondering about what she learned for a few long minutes she falls into a meditative state, slow, bluish white, cold flames licking over her form while she looses herself in her inner world as she recovers her strenght.
THen she gets up again, pulls the glove over her hand and leaves the prison, her cell, her home, as usual, unlocked.
Quickly she makes her way through the streets of the cage towards the Broken Wheel Inn.
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*Krayt
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((Emila))
The novice attemted to sound more appropriate for a dustman concealing her frustration and answered with a perhaps not enitirly monotone voice. "Thank you." She returned to sorting the tomes while Emila took the book.
The log is long and she finds many names begining with Cai. But the Name Caillfhessa no doubt attained a certain suspicion. It reads: Caillfhessa hereby forfeit any ownership of his physical remains after death for the sum of 800 jink. In the field current address Broken Wheel inn was signed.
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((Xar))
It was not a large or wellknown inn she gathered as much as she walked on a narrowing street in the hive ward. It was getting darker as the light from above died out. Behind her she could hear a trio of carousers happily singing accompanied by the clink of glass against glass. Infront of her sat a man with his legs sprawling straight out over the street while his back was suppored by the flimsy wooden wall behind him, holding a emty bottle pressed against his belly. His upper body was soiled in his own vomit. A faint heaving cheast suggested that he was still alive. The street led into a tunnel with a ooden house above it.
The novice attemted to sound more appropriate for a dustman concealing her frustration and answered with a perhaps not enitirly monotone voice. "Thank you." She returned to sorting the tomes while Emila took the book.
The log is long and she finds many names begining with Cai. But the Name Caillfhessa no doubt attained a certain suspicion. It reads: Caillfhessa hereby forfeit any ownership of his physical remains after death for the sum of 800 jink. In the field current address Broken Wheel inn was signed.
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((Xar))
It was not a large or wellknown inn she gathered as much as she walked on a narrowing street in the hive ward. It was getting darker as the light from above died out. Behind her she could hear a trio of carousers happily singing accompanied by the clink of glass against glass. Infront of her sat a man with his legs sprawling straight out over the street while his back was suppored by the flimsy wooden wall behind him, holding a emty bottle pressed against his belly. His upper body was soiled in his own vomit. A faint heaving cheast suggested that he was still alive. The street led into a tunnel with a ooden house above it.
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*Selebius
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She steps over the man and turns her gaze inwards, tugging on certain strings attached to her soul, invoking one of the powers gifted to hers. Almost immediately she fades from sight and again then she uses another power of hers that enables her to percieve the invisible herself.
Warded like this she looks up at the building first and then moves down the tunnel of she has to, alert and ready for trouble.
Warded like this she looks up at the building first and then moves down the tunnel of she has to, alert and ready for trouble.
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*Midnight
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As The Namer makes her way off Emila extends an arm placing it around the girls shoulders. It seems a friendly enough gesture but Emila will exert all of her strength if needed to pull her back. She smiles sweetly.
"Very well done. I need to go to The Broken Wheel inn and I cannot go wandering around Sigil alone so you will escort me. Do you know the way?"
"Very well done. I need to go to The Broken Wheel inn and I cannot go wandering around Sigil alone so you will escort me. Do you know the way?"
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*Mander
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Mashano leaves the library with another sizeable donation to the keeper, leaving a faint scent of rot behind him. Shuffling through the streets of sigil with arthritic knees, the red wizard decided to pay a call to this Inn he'd read of. Close behind,a mummy shambles out of an alley and follows silently, flakes of dust and wrapping floating about it's dessicated skin.