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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 21:56:11 GMT
The traditional part of Oldtown. Here the native customs remain strong, as necromancers freely practice their obscure sorcery and spiritualists promise conversations with the dead. A faint smell of rosemary and garlic always lingers in the air here. Imperial law enforcement also refuses to investigate the goings-on in this neighborhood as it caused more problems than it ever solved.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 4, 2020 22:01:31 GMT
Herneiros had stopped in the street near one of the local spiritualists. Lately, he had been considering asking one to help commune with his mother and his unknown human parents. But now, he was having second thoughts... perhaps the dead were meant to stay silent and gone.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 22:09:30 GMT
Justine heeded Alexios’ advice and didn’t go to the necromancers alone. She brought Demetrius, glad to have his company again. She looked for a likely shop to ask about the music box, which she had explained to him earlier about how it was a memory box and the several thousand pieces of gold it was worth.
“Oh look,” She said, pointing out the huntsman. “That’s Herneiros, hes a mist hunter who came along on the journey as well. Lives with elves...a strange fellow. Herneiros!” She called out and waved to him.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 22:30:06 GMT
Demetrius took a deep breath, unnerved by the sight of the imposing mist hunter.
"Hi," was all he could manage to say, offering a meek wave and a polite nod.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 4, 2020 22:59:24 GMT
The tall hunter nodded, offering a warm smile to his friend. "Hello, Justine. Hello, other person who knows Justine. Are you likewise pondering the value of chatting up spirits?"
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 23:07:21 GMT
"I'm Demetrius," he added, feeling guilty for being rude. "I'm and old friend of Justine's, and here for moral support. Not really looking to commune with the dead if I can avoid it."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 23:21:37 GMT
“We go way back,” she added with a small smile.
Justine launched into business. “I’m actually here about the music box, remember? It apparently holds someone’s memories. We want to ask the necromancers about it. Whose spirit were you hoping to commune with, Herneiros?”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 5, 2020 0:46:20 GMT
"My heart's mother passed away when I was still a child. I should like to hear her voice again one day..."
Herneiros said nothing of his human parents.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 5, 2020 1:19:23 GMT
Justine looked sympathetic and put a hand on his arm. She couldn’t quite reach his shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss.” When her own mother had died, it had been a blessing. Her mind had been broken beyond repair.
“Should we leave you to it? That seems like a journey best taken alone.”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 5, 2020 1:22:28 GMT
"No. I am in no fit state... still, this box... why do you think someone here can help you with it? Do you suspect it's haunted? It's owner could still be alive somewhere..."
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 5, 2020 1:33:39 GMT
“She thinks the dead may help us solve the mystery of the box’s memories.” Interjected Demetrius, trying time be helpful despite not fully understanding the issue.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 5, 2020 2:00:45 GMT
Justine nodded when Demetrius spoke. “It’s a memory box. I was told by a tinker I could find someone here to help me unlock its secrets. Whose it was, that sort of thing. If you like you could come along.”
She gestured toward a shop that seemed a bit less dodgy than the others. “Shall we?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 4:09:49 GMT
The strange store slash hut is festooned with strange tunes everywhere. Bone charms and pan pipes made of human fingerbones are some of the highlights of the first impression. A woman entirely clad in white is lounging in the back, her eyes half open and a lit pipe in her hand. Her hair is golden and her features are delicate. “Grab a pipe and sit down,” she called out in a lazy voice. “It’s a good day to be alive.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 5, 2020 4:40:12 GMT
Justine looked back toward Demetri and Herneiros and just shrugged. When in Bastion... she took one of the pipes and walked tentatively toward the woman who wasn’t at all the type of person Justine imagined as a necromancer. “I’m Justine. Pleasure to meet you.”
She walked toward the woman slowly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2020 4:47:13 GMT
“Well take a seat. You’re creeping me out,” she said. “You clearly didn’t come here by accident.” She took a longer puff then let it out in a ring. “Maybe I should have worn human skulls over my breasts. Black is boring. And worse, it’s damned hot out.” She finally opened her eyes then leaned forward. “Now how can I help this trio of snacks?”
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