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Post by Damien Chevalier on Sept 2, 2020 1:16:16 GMT
“Please. We just robbed a temple from the antiquities. Not a one of them have an honest claim on anything.” Comte-in-Exile Damien Chevalier smiles proudly. “I am just the only one honest enough to admit it. They are nothing but petty thieves and murderers. Just like the people I drink with back home.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 2, 2020 1:53:48 GMT
Having lost all patience for bean counting, Nigel claimed the magic shield from the pile and returned to his room. As far as he was concerned, the only place worth haggling this much was the brothel. At least there he got a happy ending for the trouble.
"If any of you ladies wants to join me in my bunk and celebrate a hard fought victory, the door of the Adventurer Extraordinaire is open on the voyage home," he called back. "It is not a Nigel Thornheart adventure without a proper final chapter. Silvia, I must hear about this golem you slew single handed. Ceutinde, we must discuss the new wing you'll be naming after me in the BHPROH. Justine, I must hear your thoughts on how being on one of my adventures compares to reading about them. Thalia we should really do something about all this sexual tension so that we may part as friends. And Kjell...frankly you terrify me a little bit...but you are welcome just the same."
Otherwise it looked like Elise would end up on the cover of Sailing with Serpents, immortalized in Jon's next photoshop masterpiece.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 2, 2020 3:30:34 GMT
“Perhaps you’re on one of my adventures,” muttered Justine through gritted teeth as she watched Nigel go.
As soon as he was far enough away, she turned to Herneiros, staring up at the man who was the size of a young elf. “Could I have the music box now, please?” She looked at him curiously for a minute. “What will you do when we’ve gotten back? What was it that was promised as your payment for this...if I can ask that?”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 2, 2020 4:37:18 GMT
“Perhaps you’re on one of my adventures,” muttered Justine through gritted teeth as she watched Nigel go. As soon as he was far enough away, she turned to Herneiros, staring up at the man who was the size of a young elf. “Could I have the music box now, please?” She looked at him curiously for a minute. “What will you do when we’ve gotten back? What was it that was promised as your payment for this...if I can ask that?” He handed the music box to her. "I am not sure I remember anymore... I think I asked for resources so I could return to the Mist and set up my own little haven there. Your little empire doesn't quite suit me..." |
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 2, 2020 5:40:02 GMT
“I’d be more than happy to contribute towards resources for your haven in the mist,” Thalia said, looking at Herneiros having listened into his conversation with Justine, “pardon the intrusion.” She added to the both of them, “I would also like to come to an arrangement about acquiring the globes off you, if I may. Can you decipher ancient runes?”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 2, 2020 6:43:47 GMT
Silvia burst out laughing after Nigel had left the room, more relieved than amused. She thought Nigel meant well with his idea of the sack, and she hadn't hated it, not entirely. But nor had she been willing to part with her fancy new sword. As her brief burst of laughter died down, she asked "Does anyone actually want the ring I found, or the rubies? King of Thieves, do you want the lockpicks?"
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 2, 2020 13:10:35 GMT
“I’d be more than happy to contribute towards resources for your haven in the mist,” Thalia said, looking at Herneiros having listened into his conversation with Justine, “pardon the intrusion.” She added to the both of them, “I would also like to come to an arrangement about acquiring the globes off you, if I may. Can you decipher ancient runes?” Herneiros shook his head. "I can only read Elven. I am only interested in the books because it may provide the Mist Hunters with clues and useful strategies. It's the first evidence of the Mist's origin in many centuries... regardless, I would be perfectly comfortable if you took the globes. Still, I appreciate the offer of assistance." |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 2, 2020 13:35:04 GMT
Justine took the box and turned it over in her hands before putting it away with the rest of her things. “I don’t think it suits many of us,” she said quietly before Thalia approached.
She made space for her, taking a step back from Herneiros so they could converse. There was a feeling of finality in this moment. They had completed the mission and she would have her name cleared...the whole world opened up before her and yet she had no idea what to do with the newfound legitimacy. Not even with a hundred gold coins.
Justine looked back over to see what they were talking about. “Globes? What do you think they do?” She glanced between the two of them. “And what’s the first thing you think you’lldo once we’re back in Bastion?”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 2, 2020 13:50:40 GMT
Justine took the box and turned it over in her hands before putting it away with the rest of her things. “I don’t think it suits many of us,” she said quietly before Thalia approached. She made space for her, taking a step back from Herneiros so they could converse. There was a feeling of finality in this moment. They had completed the mission and she would have her name cleared...the whole world opened up before her and yet she had no idea what to do with the newfound legitimacy. Not even with a hundred gold coins. Justine looked back over to see what they were talking about. “Globes? What do you think they do?” She glanced between the two of them. “And what’s the first thing you think you’lldo once we’re back in Bastion?” "My heart's father Leuwinmorgh has a compound in Oldtown, where he trains other hunters and raiders. Almost all elves, of course. That's how he knows Lady Ceutinde, though I never met her before this adventure. Anyway, I will probably spend a few days there before returning to the Mist. You're both welcome to join me there. We're hardly monks or anything so serious..." |
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 2, 2020 16:49:43 GMT
Nigel returned with cups of rum and passed around one to each of the members as a celebratory post-mission drink.
"Here's to us! Who is good as us? Damn few, and they're all dead! Aha!" he toasted his companions and downed the liquor. "A damn fine adventure. You're of course all welcome to feast at my manse upon our return and sit for the portrait I have commissioned of each of my adventuring parties."
He looked to the remaining loot in the pile. "We can sell the dwarven armor at the Reclaimer's Guildhall. They'll find use for that. The paladin greatsword can go to Mythan's house. They'll pay well for a holy relic. As for the globes, as they were found in the vault and treasured as highly as dragon eggs based on their similar packaging, we should discern their purpose before someone lays claim to what could turn out to be a pair of superweapons. We can ask the countess about them first when we reconvene and take them to the academy for further review if need be. Of the items left, see that everyone gets a bauble so that none of us leave empty handed. Agreed?"
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 2, 2020 16:54:31 GMT
"I would not say no to one of the staves," Ceutinde said after accepting a cup, "And the nude statue would certainly suit the aesthetic at the HoP&RfOH. Especially since we don't actually know if she does much other than look beautiful."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 2, 2020 17:02:49 GMT
Justine accepted a cup of the rum and raised it to Nigel before carrying on with Herneiros. “I should stop by, then, if only to see what it’s like. I imagine we will all go our separate ways after this.”
“I couldn’t neglect you though,” she said as she turned to Ceutinde. She pulled the statue out and presented it to her erstwhile lover. “I want to thank you for everything. You’ve been very kind to me since we’ve met and I could never repay it.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 2, 2020 17:17:33 GMT
"You know you're always welcome, dear." Ceutinde replied, a sad smile on her face at the thought of everyone parting ways. In a quieter voice, she added, "And we might be able to help you. I'm going to try, with your nightmares, for the trip home at least."
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Post by Thalia Vedas on Sept 2, 2020 17:22:10 GMT
“That is what I mean,” Thalia said, “I do read runes to an extent, if you wanted me to translate anything for you, I’d be happy to, in exchange for the globes if you’d like. Thalia held out the blue stave to Ceutinde, “is this one okay?”
She looked at Nigel, “I can determine their use on the journey back, and we can make a decision after that” Thalia said, wondering why he needed to get involved in everything.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 2, 2020 17:28:24 GMT
Kjell appeared at the meeting fifteen minutes late, regrettably without Starbucks. And to think there were girls her age (?) somewhere far away, traipsing around and drinking pumpkin spiced lattes while she had to traverse an entire Mist-filled continent to find a way to pry her family's faces off an evil tree.
"Hell yeah," she said as she accepted a cup of rum from Nigel, having missed all the loot drama and not caring much about selling some armour. She threw the drink back and held the empty cup out to him, expecting a refill. "You call that a drink? Even my grandmother poured more generously."
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