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[Play by Post] Ch. 2 Pierced by the storms of fate. 
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The knowledge that Ghostwood was not an isolated incident shivers through those listening.

Duchess Cassandra speaks now. "Yes, my husband's cousin is gone, and he shall be missed. We cannot, however, afford the luxury of mourning without taking action. Whatever gains Ambassador Caolwader made are lost to us now, and surely High Qureen Tepheroth is rallying her forces to push the attack anew. Andover's remaining forces -- noble heroes such as your Sir Erik -- must prepare to face them. We can spare no one to investigate these attacks, but Sir Erik has recommended you to me. Any assassins that escaped will surely tell their masters of you, and I daren't hope that your actions will not have consequences.

"Please, friends,... in the hour of Andover's need, I beg you to find the men who committed these atrocities."


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“Madame," Jackson bows slightly to the Lady Cassandra, "are you offering a contract?"

Nightingale blinks and looks up. "That's a bit sudden! But it's ok. I'll go if my friends do."

Jackson looks down at Nightingale then back up at the Duchess expectantly.

Her eyes harden with the flinty control of a leader at the question, then soften again. "If that is what you will need to pursue these men, then yes. I'm sure the Duke will be willing to pay a respectable sum for information about their plans or for their deaths."

Nightingale looks up at Jackson. "Money? If you need money, I'll give you mine."

Sir Erik glances sidelong at Jackson, re-evaluating him.

"Your word is more than sufficient, my lady. I merely wish to know the commitment of Andover to the capture or death of these criminals. It is likely that any who remain have dispersed to the four winds and that our abilities might be put to better use elsewhere.

Nightingale gives Jackson a perplexed expression.

She nods. "It is no easy task. We can only hope that you and any others who know of this plot will be able to be in the right place at the right time."

Turning to Cassandra, Nightingale curtsies. "At the least, my lady, I can gather information wherever I go. Simply tell me the best way to tell you should I find something of import."

She smiles at Nightingale. "I and my husband are endeavoring to hold together the Free Kingdoms. I don't know where you should start, but I can give you this."

Nightingale tilts her head slightly to the side, eye's widening with curiosity.

She takes off her necklace. Its setting holds a stone nearly the size of a Human eye bearing odd looping engravings. She offers it to Nightingale, saying, "This gem bears only a simple enchantment, but is no simple treasure. In your darkest days, hold the stone tight, and it will remind you of why you fight."

"Oh, my lady! I couldn't take something so precious!"

"Please, allow me the honor of giving you this gift." She bends to fasten the necklace lightly around Nightingale's neck. "Know that whatever else may come, you were heroes here today." She rises to include Jackson and Sir Erik in that heartfelt statement.

"I . . . thank you, my Lady. If it'll help me protect my friends, then I am very grateful!" She grins at her. "But will it help me contact you?"

Duchess Cassandra smiles back at her. "No, it won't. You'll have to rely on more mundane messengers for that. Or possibly you could enlist the services of a wizard."

Nightingale nods. "We'll do our best! Mr. Jackson and Mr. Artemis are very resourceful. If nothing else, I'd very much like to visit, myself, and see your castle!"


Jackson harrumphs loudly, "Well, if you have no further information to give us my lady, then we had better not keep you. We know that you must be very busy."

Nightingale's gaze becomes downcast. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to trouble you."

"My husband will likely be found at the forefront of the battle against the Elves, now that peace with them has been lost. I will be where ever our people need me." Her eyes linger on Jackson. It's not often he has the full attention of such a beautiful woman. "You will be made welcome if you come to our castle, of course."

Nightingale grins again. "Thank you very much, My Lady! I'll be sure to bring many wonderful songs!"

She spares hardly a glance for Artemis, then turns and climbs gracefully back into the saddle of her horse. "I look forward to hearing them!" She bestows one more gracious smile on you all before raising her hand with a final, "Farewell, friends."

"Safe journeys!" says Nightingale.

"My lady." Jackson salutes her, hand to chest.

She leads her retinue of knights onward, disappearing into Ghostwood Keep.

Sir Erik returns his attention to the men Moss was able to spare for him, preparing to leave as soon as they can are ready.

MomofEaglett: [Along with your pick of treasures from his vault, Moss would have contributed some funds to get you started on your next journey. 100gp each. There are still enough merchants staying close to the keep that you should be able to make some purchases, if you desire.]

ahawkwing: [should we handle that on the forums when we level?]

MomofEaglett: [sounds good, Artur. :) ]

"Wasn't she beautiful? I could write a song just about that!" Nightingale says excitedly.

"Humph. Yes, she is lovely but all beauty dies."

"That's part of why it's beautiful. And that's why we should enjoy everything, every day!"

Jackson gives Nightingale an appraising look.

"Not all," murmurs Artemis. "There were some very beautiful Elven women who found immortality before the Geas was cast on them."

Nightingale's head whips around at Artemis' voice. "Oh?" She gets closer to him. "Please tell me the story!"

"You would not enjoy my stories. All I know I learned from history books. Very dry reading, most of them."

Her face takes on a pouty expression. "How can you say that? Of course I would!"

Jackson interrupts, "Perhaps we should discuss this on the road."

The Elf’s lips quirk. "Yes, on the road would be a better place for it."

"You're right, Mr. Jackson! Talking and walking makes the walking much more fun! But walking doesn't detract from talking at all. Well, unless I can't talk, because I can't breath."

"Why would you not be able to breathe? Are you not fully recovered from our skirmish in the woods?"

"But even then, I can still listen! But your walk is more like my run, and running takes away my breath."

Sharing his glances between Artemis and Nightingale, "Very well then, we shall carry you when you need to rest your legs little one."

"Oh? That's a very kind offer Mr. Jackson!"

Artemis gives Jackson a speak-for-yourself look.


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"Now, where are we off to?" Jackson asks.

"If I were an assassin . . .” Nightingale muses.

"I'd be melting into the population so fast you wouldn't be able to tell me from your grandmother."

"So we should go where there are many people to melt into!" Nightingale points at the sky dramatically.

"Don't forget retrieving your pay for completing the job." Artemis suggests.

"Pay?" Nightingale asks.

Jackson looks at Artemis, "You mean the pay for finding out what happened last night?"

"Lives are expensive. The assassins would not have been paid in full until after they fulfilled their contracts. They'll be getting their second half of payment."

Nightingale looks confused.

"Hmm, where would that many assassins get paid?" Jackson muses.

“So, we should look for the one paying them instead of the assassins themselves?" Nightingale asks.

"If they have the organization to pull off something this big then it shouldn't be that hard for them to pay the assassins without anyone noticing." Jackson attempts to add another point but is interrupted by an immense yawn.

The yawn spreads to Artemis almost immediately, though he looks abashed at having given in to the exhaustion he's feeling. He shrugs to cover it. "Impossible to know how the pay off would happen."

"It's hard to believe someone would take lives for money,” the little Nimbic says, shaking her head sadly.

Artemis rolls his eyes at Nightingale's naiveté.

"Well, do you think that Mr. Cear is the one that did it?" Nightingale seems as energetic as ever, though a bit bruised.

Jackson suggests, "Perhaps we should rest before attempting anything else."

"If you needed to rest, shouldn't we have done it before leaving the keep?"

"Well, when in doubt, walk until an answer shows itself!" Nightingale tries to take her friends hands to lead them down the road.

“Or an inn or brigands more like." Jackson braces himself on the road as Nightingale pulls on his hand.

Artemis quickly disengages from her, but will walk beside her.

"Aw," Nightingale complains with a pout, before turning to walk down the road.

"As I see it,” Says Jackson, “we can wonder aimlessly, hoping to pick up some information along the way or we can seek to accomplish something that might benefit us and perhaps we'll hear something that will lead us to those who attacked."

"Reasonable,” Artemis agrees. “What do you suggest we do to benefit ourselves?"

Nightingale nods. "So you do understand." She smiles.

Jackson glares briefly at Nightingale, "I understand that I have no wish to engage in the former."

She looks at her hands. "Are they dirty?"

"Do not take every think so literally. By 'pick up' I meant find, discover, or come across."

Nightingale looks a bit puzzled.

Jackson stops suddenly. A far away look enters his eyes.

"Brother didn't always make sense when he was tired, either. We should really find a place for you two to rest! Then I can try to find some food for you."

"Neus’ pen, I sounded just like old master Ferlig."

"Hmm? Oh, yes, perhaps that is the best option just now."

"We can go back to the keep for now, too," she suggests.

Artemis speaks in a cold voice. "You two would be welcome back there. I don't think my presence would be well tolerated, however." He looks around, gauging the land around him. "I could find a place to rest safely, I think. We could meet later."

"Aw, that wouldn't be any fun. We just became friends!"

"Shall we travel for a little ways then?” Jackson offers. “And after we can make camp in some safe spot off the road.".

"Ok!"

Artemis looks surprised that both of his companions would give up the obvious comforts of the Keep to stay in his company, but accepts their decision.

"Or perchance we might come upon an inn," Jackson continues over Nightingale’s excitement. He seems to recall that the main road leads south into the heart of Andover. There will be inns along the way. Northward, the road follows the river through some swamp lands. The human kingdom of Calenar lies across the river. Eastward is the Elven forest of Myreth

"Or we can stay with Son of Clouds. He said any friends of mine are his, after all!"

“Is he not leaving?"

"He is, but he said we could go with him. Even if we don't find an inn, wherever that many soldiers camp would be pretty safe."

Artemis waits for Jackson's word.

“There is much sense in what you say. I agree that we would be better off travelling with Son of Clouds. Will he accept Artemis, do you think?"

"Sure he will!" Nightingale pipes in.

Artemis chuckles at her confidence. "Let us go, then."

Jackson glances at Artemis with a wry look then yawns broadly again before marching off down the road toward the Llyran caravan.

"Yay!" she calls out, then sings a ditty. "Get to travel with all my friends, travel together 'til journey ends." Nightingale sings and hums happily all the way.


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You're able to catch up to the convoy. They're glad to have the friendly Nightingale, along with Jackson's strong arm, but Nightingale has to do some fast talking to get Artemis in with the group, and even then he's shunned by most of the Llyrans and left to walk along alone. Which seems to suit him just fine.

Jackson walks along the side of one of the wagons, "Sir, would you mind if I avail myself of your wagon bed for a few moments of rest?"

Jack smiles back at him. "Long as you don't mind the smell of pickled turnips. Make yourself comfortable."

"You're a good man, Jack. Neus preserve you." Jackson climbs into the wagon, careful of his many armaments and settles down for a long rest.

Nightingale decides to keep Artemis company, staying as near to Artemis as he'll let her, singing her songs. Artemis doesn't mind her company, even seems to appreciate it a little. He'll open up a little and share some of his knowledge of Elven history in quiet tones. After a couple hours though, he slows and falls silent. He's practically asleep on his feet.

"Artemis, Artemis! What did the demon do? You stopped mid sentence…Artemis?"

He shakes himself. "Demon? ... No. It was the Element of Blood that she'd earned a blessing from." Yawn. "Her sacrifices had pleased it and it gave her immortality. She lives now as a vampire. Most beautiful woman in the Tyraniel Forest, according to... the book. Can't remember the author's name just now."

"Oh, I see!" she replies, and barrages him with more questions. Nightingale keeps Artemis on his feet until they stop to make camp.

The caravan eventually reaches the river and the follows the road along it until nightfall. Then they stop and Jackson's sleep is disturbed when they start unpacking to set up camp and make dinner. Son of the Clouds leaves most of the busy work to his aide, Etrol.

Jackson lends an experience hand with the unpacking and setting up while he keeps a wary eye out for trouble.

The land is swampy. The road is solid enough, but the ground on the river's side is mostly mud and bog. One the other side is mud and stiff crab grass. There's room to set up all but one of the tents on dryish ground. Son of the Clouds claims one the wagons and the rest of the camp draws lots for the other wagon. They ask Jackson to help with the first watch, since he slept during the day.

"Certainly. Who’s next after me?"

"Aligan and his chums will take second watch. Jack and Sali will be taking third watch," says Etrol.

"Right."

Meanwhile, Nightingale stands next to her Elven friend, watching the bustle. "You're pretty strong, Mr. Artemis."

Artemis doesn't respond. He stands with you at the outer edge of the bustling camp, eyes lidded, wavering on his feet now that he's stopped.

Nightingale sets her pack down by a tree, and tries to lead Artemis near it. He follows with heavy steps as she pulls him along, thinking to help him get settled down to sleep. She decides her lap would make an excellent pillow for his head. When she tentatively reaches for his backpack

When Nightingale starts unpacking Artemis, he grunts and opens his eyes. "Don't.” His usually smooth voice is rough. “I don't need your help." He shrugs out of his pack, allowing her to catch it and set it on the ground. He frowns when she tries to be his pillow and lays his head on his pack instead. But as soon as he's settled, he's out. She frowns a little that he would choose a lumpy pack over her soft lap, but doesn't try to force him. Nightingale coaxes Artemis into a more restful position gently, singing a soft lullaby. Then she sits next to him, and takes the opportunity to pull out her journal and quill.

Jackson stands first watch, roving around the camp. After waking Aligan and giving him a report, Jackson slips over to where Nightingale and Artemis are reclining, "Wake me if anything bad happens, alright Nightingale?"

Satisfied the ink has dried in her journal, she closes it up and stoppers her ink. "Of course, Mr. Jackson! Have a good rest."

With her friends sleeping beside her and the rest of the camp quiet, Nightingale pulls out the beautiful stone Cassandra had given her, curious about it. She keeps it under her dress. It's too precious to leave in the open. It can't be replaced as easily as a ribbon, after all, she thinks with a smile.

As Nightingale holds the stone, remembering the events that put it in her possession, a light bursts up from her hands, focusing into an image: That of an Elven man with coal-black skin and white hair, sharpening double-sided daggers like the ones the assassins wielded last night. Behind him, several other figures stand in shadow. As the man raises his weapons, so too do the shadows behind him. The image wavers and vanishes.

She whispers, "Don't stop the story now! Well, boogers." Well it's not like it was a bad story, and her friends are very tired. She’ll tell them about it sometime, when they need a good story to entertain them, she decides.

The night passes with little incident, though Nightingale does get checked on periodically, for her own safety, while she sits beside Artemis and Jackson.


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With the rising sun, Nightingale raises her voice in a greeting song.

“What! Where! Oh, it’s you." Jackson rolls over and covers his ears.

With a smile, she continues to sing, but a bit softer.

Jackson slowly sits up and begins a meticulous inspection of each weapon and piece of armor, cleaning them and then moving through several patterns with each weapon to work out the kinks in his joints.

Jack wanders over to sit with your little group. He even brought breakfast. As he eats, he even Artemis in the conversation, though minimally.

"How long will you be with us?" he asks.

"Oh, I don't know," says Nightingale. "Until we decide we need to go elsewhere, I suppose."

"I have a contract," Jackson volunteers from a few feet away.

"What's that?" asks Nightingale.

"An offer of pay upon completion of a task.” He sees Nightingale’s blank expression. “An agreement between two parties."

"A promise?"

Jackson stops in mid swing, "Yes, exactly."

"So, did you promise to do the task? Or did someone just promise to pay you if you did?"

"The latter. If I choose to fulfill the contract I will receive compensation, payment for services rendered. What say you? Would you like to come? Perhaps we shall find out about the assassins."

"Which is more important to you? The task or the money?"

"Success is important to me and the money is the reward for that; however, what matters most to me is improvement."

"Improvement of what?"

"Myself, my abilities, my skill in combat," Jackson speaks clearly as he practices each move.

"I see," she replies simply.

Artemis nods agreeably to Jackson's answer.

Jack nods as well, but says, "Aye, that's useful to stayin' in your skin, but there's more to life than battle. Or there was before the Elves started this war." He says it easily, as if Artemis weren't there to take offense, and Artemis lets it slide without comment.

"So, would you come with me, little one?"

“What is the task?"

“Pariah was to journey to Haranshee in order to meet with a Cardinal Ulloft and escort him safely on his journey. That contract has been passed to me and I would see it done."

Nightingale nods. "It's a good task! You can improve yourself, and at the same time, improve things for those people as well. I'm sure your strength will be great help to them, Mr. Jackson!"

Jackson concludes his exercise. "It is settled then. Artemis, will you likewise journey with us?"

"I will,” he answers. “I came north to see more of the world and haven't yet been to Deverenia. I would like to see if the books described it correctly."

"Oh, but I will miss my friends here, too," she says, looking over at Jack. "But I'm certain this'll inspire some songs to sing them next we meet."

"Ah, we'll meet again, I've no doubt. And while you're in Deverenia, give my love to the Baroness Lucana if you happen meet her." He sighs contentedly and his eyes light up as he remembers his lady love. "Never knew a Deverenian to have such a crush on a man. If she weren't always trying to kill me, I'd be flattered."

"Oooo, that sounds like a good story!" Nightingale slides closer to Jack unconsciously.

He ruffles Nightingale's hair. "That's not a story for your young, I think. Maybe next time I see you, after you've aged some in the world, eh?”

"Awww," she pouts.

"Jack, we would invite you also," offers Jackson.

Jack slaps his leg and smiles at the invitation, clearly pleased. "I'd go, but ol' Son wouldn't make it cross half of Calenar without me,” he says with a chuckle. “And he makes sure we all get fed regular. That says somethin' 'bout a man."

"Speaking of regular food. . ."

Nightingale points at the cold bowls of food that were left for them. "He brought some breakfast by earlier."

Jack laughs and hands Jackson his bowl of porridge, bread, and a handful of dried fruit.

"Ah, my thanks." Jackson begins eating.

Jack was nice enough to bring Artemis a bowl as well. "Blasted Elf's got to eat too, I s'pose," he mutters companionably as he hands over the bowl.

Artemis gives Jack a nod in thanks and eats his neatly and quickly.

"Thank you, Jack!" Nightingale says, checking out Artemis' bowl. Satisfied Artemis has as much food as she does, Nightingale begins to eat hers.

Jack talks as they eat. "We'll be on the road the road again as soon as we break camp. If you’re for Deverenia, then you'll be with us for another two days. Then we stop so Son can talk to Calenar's leader. I expect you'll want to keep move on, though?"

"Well, it's Mr. Jackson's task, so I guess that will be up to him."

"I would think the best route would be through Celinar and Denska,” he says between bites. “We shouldn't delay anymore than necessary."

"Stories and songs are waiting to be written!"

"Unless you think it would be better to journey through the Elven forests, Artemis?"

"Oh, there could be stories there, too."

Artemis shakes his head. “Aside from my race, I would be of little use to you in the forests of the Elves. I did not grow up in their shadow.”

Jack scratches the stubble on his chin. "You'll have to skirt through the northern edge that cursed Myreth Forest to get to the mountain pass into Denska, but after that, it should be clear straight to Deverenia." He gives Nightingale a wink, leans forward to collect their dishes, and excuses himself to help pack up camp.

"Well, whichever way we go, it will be interesting and fun," she muses.

You travel with Son of Clouds for another day and a half. By the second day, Artemis isn't receiving the cold shoulder from every one and Son of the Clouds even deigns to say good bye to him in person when you all break away from his convoy. You cross two more rivers on your way north and through Celinar, then you turn east and follow the mountains along the northern edge of the Myreth Forest. With Artemis' help, you make it through, getting caught just once by an Elven patrol. A tense meeting and flurry of attack, and you can continue on, only slightly bloodied. Then north through the pass into Denska where you can resupply and rest up a bit in a real bed again.

Arriving at Denska, Nightingale enters excitedly, happy to meet new people. She greets each person they pass, and when they have chosen an inn, she performs a bit for the keeper, hoping to arrange room and board in exchange for her performing.

The people there are varied since it's the safest place for refugees from the Elven attacks. The inns are packed full with the extra people. Thanks largely to Nightingale’s efforts, you get a room to yourselves the first night. The second night, the innkeep can only offer you a dry mat in his stables. Then you cross over into Deverenia. The roads are better maintained and you make good time the rest of the way. After almost 3 weeks of travel from Ghostwood Keep, you can see the silhouette of Haranshee's buildings in the distance down the road.


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Your travels have brought you to Haranshee, a small but prosperous-looking city near the Denskan border nestled in a lush river valley. It has felt the effects of the war, as displaced Denskans loyal to Deverenia have made their way here, several of which shared the road with you in passing. A few also shared their stories. They seek sanctuary, but most most find only a place to rest and a bit of food. As you draw nearer, you see crows perched atop the walls, looking for an easy meal. Children play with wooden swords and shields as their parents erect shanty shelters against the outer walls. The sick and injured lie in huddled masses, waiting for volunteers to tend their hurts.

As you approach the gate, children stop playing and stare at your armor and weapons with fear in their eyes. They have seen the horrors of war first hand, and they know how dangerous a heavily armed party can be. It's difficult to tell who scares them most, Jackson with his variety of weapons and battle-worn breastplate, or Artemis with his fine twin Elven shortswords and black, hooded cloak. Nightingale draws a little interest, but none dare approach for a closer look at the child-like woman who travels with such men.

[If you have any actions, post them and we'll play through them. If not, you can go straight to the gate into the city.]

Six city guards in white tabards direct traffic and peace-bond all weapons except daggers. They motion you forward after sending a battered group of mercenaries through the gate. Their faces are hard and cold as one of them asks, "What's your business in Haranshee?"


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Nightingale steps forward, grinning, and the bells in her hair tinkle as she courtseys with her traveling skirt. "Good day, good sirs! I'm happy to see such diligent protectors of their citizens! My name is Nightingale, Bard of Song, and my business here is to be that!"

She stands up as tall as she can and offers her hand to the guard. "Very pleased to meet you."


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The guard assumes Nightingale must be the leader of your trio.

"You will find a place for your trade at any inn just inside the walls in the Oldtown district. If you mean to try your hand at entertaining the nobles, head south, through the second gate, and then east to the Riverside district. Your men will have to peace-bond their weapons, my lady."

The other guards set about bonding Jackson's and Artemis' weapons, binding scabbards and sheaths shut with leather cords. Weapons without sheaths, such as qivers and darts are covered with bags or sacks and tied off. Artemis submits to the peace-bonding stoically.

[As long Jackson and Nightingale allow their weapons to be peace-bonded, you can proceed on into the city proper. I'm assuming they will. If you have any other questions or business for the guards, post it.]

Inside the walls you're assaulted by the ripe smell of fish and other unpleasant odors. To the north, over the shacks and stalls lining the narrow roads, you can make out the docks along the river. The occasional free standing warehouse creates dark splotches of shadow here and there. Though this part of town appears poor and rough, it is crowded with people going about their business. Fishmongers cry their wares. Dyers and tanners tend to their vats of foul smelling chemicals. Refugees of all classes are meandering through the morrass, while others, likely natives of the city, move about with more speed and purpose.

[Here's a map, since I had time for it. You approached from the north east, but they only allows nobles through the gate on that side of the city, so you had to travel around to the west gate, markes with an X for entry. Please note the directional compass, since the map is not the traditional orientation. I'm gonna try to use the maps and images they provide for flavor and clarification. When I can.]

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"They're not my men, they're my friends!!" Nightingale replies, voice full of pride.

[Other than that, she'd let them go about their business. I originally thought to have her hairpins be her darts, but, looking at the discription, that doesn't seem very plausible lol.]

After passing through the gate and entering the town, she looks about wide eyed, too inexperienced to realize what 'poor and rough' mean. She crinkles her nose, but has become accustomed to places where many people live close together being stinky.

"A whole new place to explore! New people to meet, and new songs to learn," she says excitedly, but turning to look at her friends, he exuberance is a bit subdued as her eyes close a little. She looks back and forth at Artemis and Jackson, an expression of difficult choice upon her face.


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(Scene 1) Entrance/Gate Guards

Jackson Lye strides up to the gates of Haranshee with Nightingale and Artemis. His eyes move in quick precise jumps from the slums outside the walls, to the gate guards, to the walls and battlements; never resting long in one place. Always expecting attack, he moves with an aura of quiet confidence: a warrior, a killer, death incarnate. Its not the weapons he carries that make him terrible its the will to use them. Scarred heart, ice-green eyes.

The calm ritual of peace bonding proceeds without interruption. Jackson's face bears a stoic facade while inside he smirks at the foolishness of it all. Engaging in a little polite conversation with one of the guards, he manuvers the conversation around to ask the whereabouts of Cardinal Ulloft and the best way to get a message to him.

[Let me know if you want a charisma check for this or feel free to roll one for him.]

(Scene 2) Inside Haranshee

Upon entering the city Jackson continues to scan the surroundings. He notices the architecture of the buildings and the different types of people hurrying here and there as well as the shopkeepers adding to the noise of the busy street.

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Nightingale looks back and forth at Artemis and Jackson, an expression of difficult choice upon her face.


"What is it Nightingale?" Jackson looks down at the Nimbic with an air of amused expectation. "Are you trying to decide where to start first?"

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[Jackson. (Scene 1)]

The guards direct you to the Church of the Storm when you ask about Cardinal Ulloft. They give you directions. South to the second gate, then east into the Riverside district. The church is adjacent to the northern wall. The acolytes there will be able to answer any questions or deliver any messages you have for the Cardinal.

[Both players. (Scene 2)]

Artemis, eyes darting as he tries to track all the motion about you, is lending half an ear to Nightingale's response.


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Post Re: [Play by Post] Ch. 2 Pierced by the storms of fate.
Nightingale's shoulders slump a bit.

"Well, you both like your weapons so much, but now they're all tied up. But, my dagger isn't, so I wanted to help, and I can't decide who to give it to!" The look of consternation on her face is rather comical.


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Post Re: [Play by Post] Ch. 2 Pierced by the storms of fate.
Jackson looks quickly at Artemis and then back down at Nightingale, "Ah, actually I have my own dagger. Thank you, though, for your consideration.

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Post Re: [Play by Post] Ch. 2 Pierced by the storms of fate.
"You have one? That makes it easy, then!" Nightingale grins as she presents her little, beat up dagger to Artemis. "Here you go!"


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Post Re: [Play by Post] Ch. 2 Pierced by the storms of fate.
"No thank you, little one." Artemis slides his hand past his belt and holds a thin, bone dagger in his long fingers, just a shade paler than his skin. He returns it to the small sheath at his hip. "Keep yours. You may need it."

[Guess I should have made it more clear that all weapons -except- daggers were peace-bound. hehe.]

His blue eyes return to scanning the crowds restlessly. "Where are we going, now that we're here?" he asks his companions.


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