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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 3, 2020 17:15:18 GMT
Can’t be found unless you know your look for it, this small shop is where the elder dragon Searshe interacts with mere mortals. It smells of fresh herbs and spices and has ridiculously expensive weapons and armor on the walls.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 3, 2020 19:53:02 GMT
Herneiros arrived in his hooded cloak, hoping to gain valuable knowledge on a topic close to his heart.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 3, 2020 20:12:53 GMT
Kjell arrived in front of the shop at the exact same time Herneiros did. If she was miffed someone else had shown up first at a thread she'd specifically requested, it didn't show. "I assume you're here for answers as well," she assumed, in Elvish.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 3, 2020 20:28:17 GMT
A small woman sat behind the counter of the weird little place, knitting. She doesn’t acknowledge Herneiros’s presence unless prompted. This place didn’t need to make a profit.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 4, 2020 0:06:53 GMT
"Aye..." Herneiros responded in kind. "I want to know more about that accursed fortress she destroyed... what brings you here?"
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 4, 2020 6:39:32 GMT
"Same thing that brings me anywhere," she replied, not wanting to say its name. "Do you mind if I tag along or do you want to talk to her alone?"
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 4, 2020 7:02:24 GMT
He shook his head to signal that he didn't mind. "I would appreciate the company... I don't know much about dragons myself and like hard alcohol, awkwardness is always better shared than kept to one self."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 4, 2020 7:20:10 GMT
She gave him half a smile at that and patted her right hand to her left arm in an ancient Elven gesture of "you're alright". Then, she followed him into the store.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 4, 2020 19:21:52 GMT
A small woman sat behind the counter of the weird little place, knitting. She doesn’t acknowledge Herneiros’s presence unless prompted. This place didn’t need to make a profit. In his best impersonation of an Imperial based on time spent with Nigel, "Prithee, O beauteous madame! We seek the intellectual companionship of Lady Searshe. Might thou conveyest our deeply amicable requests to her, and declare thereby that Herneiros, her own steadfast huntsman from previous ventures, and the eagle-eyed Kjell, who wielded terrible thunder in her cause, have arrived to consult her upon matters of much import? Also, huzzah for whatever glad tidings await yourself!" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 20:21:56 GMT
The crone just stared at him through his whole speech. When he finished she turned to Herneiros. “She’ll see you first,” she said. “Through that door,” she concluded, casually waving her hand towards a bluish door in the back. “I hope you didn’t eat anything recently.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 5, 2020 20:04:54 GMT
Herneiros told Kjell to be prepared for anything and then entered with all his usual bravado.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 5, 2020 22:03:10 GMT
Kjell had been confused at Herneiros’s speech until she caught on he was making fun of the Nigels of the world, at which point she let out a small snort.
“Can’t be prepared for anything,” she said in response and proceeded to look around in the little shop in the meantime.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 22:07:03 GMT
Herneiros told Kjell to be prepared for anything and then entered with all his usual bravado. The door opens into a normal room, until he steps in, at which it becomes clear he’s somewhere else. He’s outside a small cabin on a hillside somewhere, and the strange miscolored elf avatar of Searshe is fishing in a small alpine pond. “Master Herneiros, I hope the journey home went well,” she said, pulling a small breem in. She takes it off the hook then swallowed it whole. Her lower jaw unhinges like a snake’s to make it happen. “Here to claim your reward?” |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 22:09:30 GMT
Kjell had been confused at Herneiros’s speech at first until she caught on he was making fun of the Nigels of the world, at which point she let out a small snort. “Can’t be prepared for anything,” she said in response and proceeded to look around the little shop in the meantime. Kjell sees dozens of weapons of all sorts, including what looks to simply be a giant hook attached to a chain. It looks like whoever could use it would inflict a tremendous amount of unnecessary pain with it. There’s polished black wyvern-leather armor and sharkskin tunics and a cloak that appeared to be made entirely of feathers. |
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 6, 2020 1:01:01 GMT
Herneiros told Kjell to be prepared for anything and then entered with all his usual bravado. The door opens into a normal room, until he steps in, at which it becomes clear he’s somewhere else. He’s outside a small cabin on a hillside somewhere, and the strange miscolored elf avatar of Searshe is fishing in a small alpine pond. “Master Herneiros, I hope the journey home went well,” she said, pulling a small breem in. She takes it off the hook then swallowed it whole. Her lower jaw unhinges like a snake’s to make it happen. “Here to claim your reward?” "Ah. No thanks. I ate, uhmm... earlier." Fortunately, he hadn't. Herneiros had to resist the urge to react like a professional monster hunter. He knew she was ostensibly friendly but... she was no damn elf. "Oh, yes, the reward. I wanted to ask you about the... facility on Fantasy Island. Specifically the people who created it..." |
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