This World...

[Tsumeken]

The sun is high in the clear sky today as it soars over the square of Baldur's Gate. The usual merchants and traders are out in more abundance a vigor today then then any other. For it is on this day that the yearly festival comes to the city. Tents and attractions have been erected in the square. Having arrived last night you were given lodging at the only availble place in town. A 2nd rate in and bar known as "The Winding Lizard" It is midday now and you a free to join in the festivities.

[HappyBlanket]

Loud laughter, bright colors, and the scent of perfumes. The passing and transient faces of a crowd in motion. The leather and wood of their boots and sandals clattered softly against the cobblestone, and the soft but charged touch of celebration brushed upon their voices with an invigorating current.

And amongst the hundreds of indistinguishable faces and voices, a lone head of charcoal black moved unnoticed in their midst. Pools of jade set into porcelain stared blankly ahead, and a whistling breeze ran softly through her hair with every step. Perhaps with the exception of a rather striking scythe strapped tightly against her back, her presence was somewhat inconsequential.

The emerald fabric of short sleeves lay draped upon each of her shoulders, and the white of a sash was tight against her chest. Her ashen, billowing shorts brushed against the crowd as she walked determinedly forward, and the black of her coat lay against her waist, it's arms wrapped around her. A large sack, tied casually to her waist, contained a triad of brightly colored crystals, which clattered softly as she walked forward.

She had arrived the previous night, having been brought to the city alongside her peers. Their teacher; a lanky young (but aging) man with a sly smile and a deceptive slouch, had determined Baldur's Gate to be the next of their destinations. And so it was. They arrived quickly enough, and came with the intentions of respite and relaxation that seldom accompanied their training. Though, if you were to ask a certain pupil, the teacher relaxed a bit too often.

That pupil, Eliana O'ercloud, soon found herself at the town square, immediately seeking out the most attention grabbing attraction in the vicinity. She would go to it. It called to her.

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan walked through the press, startliing violet eyes flickering behind the pale inlaid porcelain mask, taking it all in. He didn't go unnoticed either Tall and wiry with a small pack and a large sword he looked like an adventurer and the ornate red streaked white porcelain mask hid his identity well ensuring many stares.

He pottered around absorbing the excitement, watching the stalls cheat the townspeople and the petty adepts performing tricks to draw in the crowds. "Its nice to see people happy" he mused to himself.

A face in the crowd stuck out; charcol black hair and piercing green eyes. Ragan was sure he seen her before, in the hovel that they called an inn. He watched her cautiously "I wonder what her path will be" he thought casually before continuing on through the fair.

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

Sensations like the odors throughout the air, wind gently blowing her long, light blond hair, and many other things all came to, what was assumed at first glance, the nymph's senses as she walked inside Baldur's Gate. Not to say she wasn't a nymph ... but she wasn't just that. In fact, she was half-nymph. So what be the other half? Even if she didn't look at it first glance, which she was often thankful for, the answer was half-elf. To be more exact, half-drow. Her light blue eyes gazed around as a soft smile crossed her face. It was nice to finally begin to have her own independence and ability to think on her own. All of that had been rather difficult to keep while living in the Underdark.

She was harshly reminded, however, she wasn't completely free as she heard a silent nagging in her head to get food, a place to stay, or preferably both. She merely nodded, murmuring softly, "Yes yes ... be patient just a bit longer..." The voice seemed to temporarily cease for now as she continued to make her way, her eyes now gazing around for the nearest shelter which, she also assumed, would have some form of food.

Upon finding an inn named "The Winding Lizard", she ensured to avoid running into anyone else and walked up to the bar/innkeeper, bowing her head politely. "Um ... excuse me? How much for a room?" She began to pull her some coins out, ready to pay. While she could have probably tried to use her psionic abilities to read his mind, she hated showing off those. It had been what had gotten her exiled in the first place and she had made a silent vow to try to avoid trouble, not get into it, as much as she could.

That had been all she'd done the night before and now that she'd managed to get a decent night's rest, she was ready to see all that Baldur's Gate had to offer. While heading out, she mentally noted a man in chainmail. Was he ... uneasy around her? She looked down at her tan skin and sighed, supposing after a bit she couldn't overly blame him. Her own race sickened her too ... but who would believe that? Let alone that she was not full, but rather half? She gave the man a bow of her head as she walked by him, deciding if trouble was to be occur, she wouldn't start it herself.

(Bleh had to edit this when realized we already paid for rooms and such. My bad ^^;)

[Orosboru]

Quoz

Quoz was tired, and the day wasn't improving his mood one bit. His breakfast was interrupted by a barbarian, and the potatoes did not improve when introduced to the floor. His greatsword was not easy to conceal, but with some effort it was covered with a grand cloth. Anyone that was familiar with these weapons would see through this pathetic cover, but it did calm down the commoners...

He had finished his last job as a mercenary, hacking off spear hafts to protect the other soliders in his unit. His breastplate itched in places where spearheads penetrated into the chain. It was too early to drink beer (in his humble opinion, and other things) and there was no tea in sight. His throat crawled with thirst. He did not trust the murky brown liquid they called water.

Scratching his head, Quoz stared at the festivities, all the while looking around for potential threats in the bar. He spotted several individuals of exotic dress and race. It was a habit, and a good one in battle - it saves lives. Quoz was dressed in many browns and cloaked in steel, his muscles tense. His hair was shaved off to prevent catching in the chainmail, and many little scars dotted the top of his scalp.

A drow scion entered the room, and Quoz reached for his sword. He stopped, and hesitated. Surely, they wouldn't chase him this far. Not after this long. He did not need to quail like a craven every time he saw the elves of the black. He watched... and waited.

[Tsumeken]

Eliana
The attractions vary in size greatly, but perhaps the one that catches your attention the most is the bigtop tent in the middle and the smaller oddities tent to the eastside of it.

Quoz
While you are sitting in the bar taking in the local color a group of Dwarves a table over have been talking in hushed voices. Ever now and again however their voices raise enough to ctach onto words like "Hidden" and "Risk"

Ragan
As you watch the young woman wandering you see she seems to be looking for something, what is anyone's guess but she seems to be in a intense focus.

Aowen
While you arepassing by the bar taking in the local color a group of Dwarves a table over have been talking in hushed voices. Ever now and again however their voices raise enough to ctach onto words like "Hidden" and "Risk

[KingOfLaughter]

Brock wakes up, having a hangover from the night before and walks downstairs to the bar, sitting in the darkest corner and ordering a meal.

He eyes the patrons in the bar, checking to see if anyone there is armed, or in armor, after eating he sits in the corner, and simply whistles, waiting for something exciting to happen, he thinks about going out to the festivities but figures they're probably boring, all civilised and what not, he then starts quietly humming an Orc war song.

[HappyBlanket]

Eliana is quick to find what she's looking for; a colorful big top of a tent, laced with streamers and festive-looking stripes. A company of smaller tents lay to it's east, a few of which she peaks into passingly as she approaches their larger equivalent.

Her head tipped skywards to the tent's raised tip, lengthily examining it with a blank, yet mildly interested expression. Her fingers clasped the edge of the flap, pulling it away as she ducked within.

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

The blond couldn't help but tilt her head a bit upon hearing the dwarves speak. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it. She was even worse for them probably. Not only was she an elf, but a Drow at that matter. Her skin color easily gave that away and something told her she'd get a less than pleasant reaction from the two. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned away from the two dwarves, figuring it might be time for her to begin minding her own business ... especially as she had her own troubles still to deal with.

Like the annoying host within her. That was definitely a big one and as she heard it whine for action, she felt herself sigh again softly. As if to answer it's question, she mentally replied to it within her mind, No .... if trouble is to find me, fine. But I will not start it.... With that, her blue eyes remained gazing forward, looking around the streets of Baldur's Gate. There was supposed to be a festival here, was there not?

A slight smile crossed her face as the thought of being able to avoid worrying, even if only for a bit, came to her mind. It sounded quite nice and pleasant ... emotions she hadn't really been able to feel in quite a while. As she finally spoke, she ensured to keep her volume low, a whisper even, "Just shut up and behave please? I have more good things than bad going for me and I'm not going to let you ruin them..." With that, her focus now remained on her surroundings with what was included on the festival.

[DrK]

Ragan

Still awkward in the lithe strong body of the Witchbinder that he's possessed ,even after so many months, the fair's attractions didn't hold the same interest as they might once have. Not even the old gnome hag cradling a set of Fortune cards could tempt. Gliding through the crowd who opened to let him pass he returned to the beer soaked hovel where he'd been staying. Stepping across the lintel the stench of stale beer, pipe smoke and sweat washed over him as he peered about through the eye hols of the mask to survey the bar.

His eyes flickered over the dwarves, tarried briefly over the hulking half orc in the corner and the tense looking adventurer at the bar before he sat down waving over a barmaid Ale, cheese, bread if you please. and flicking a spinning silver coin onto the table.

[Orosboru]

Quoz

The drow was whispering to herself. Only addled greybeards and the touched behaved in such a way. But what was she doing here? They would send a male to do scouting. Whatever she was here for, her mere presence was trouble. There was a reason in the villages of the hinterlands that drow were attacked on sight. Trouble and trial stuck to these elves like a stink on a skunk.

"What be your business here, drow?" He grimaced as he looked at her.

[Tsumeken]

Ragan
With the multitude of orders the barmaids seem a bit held up. A bit later (maybe 2 minutes after you order) you finally get your meal. You saw two people walk out as you entered. One was a dark skinned elf who appeared to be muttering to herself, while the other appeared to be a male human a large sword strapped to his back.

Brock
As you sit humming you notice that a good number of the patrons seemed to be armed, in plain view even. A group of dwarves sit huddled in one corner near the bar while two humanoids (a darkskinned elf and a human carrying a greatsword) have left. Another patron has entered also human carrying a large curved blade (Ragan) and has ordered as well. You can't help but notice his meal comes out before yours does (thought you do get it). Another intresting group of armed men seem to sit nearby you, they keep to themselves and seem to be speaking in hushed tones.

Eliana
Pulling back the flap reveals a large beaked bird that sqwaks at you extending it's neck in a snapping motion. It is held fast by the bars of a sturdily built cage however and is prodded with a long spear. "Back you damndable thing, you can't eat the customers!" The orginator of the shout was a rather tall halforc, though only his face would give that away. He was dressed in fine cloths and his race's usually wild unkemptness was not seen in him. "Apoligies ma'am we are still setting up." He turns back to the large expanse of the tent. "SNIV!! Get out here and take care of this beast!" The bellow cements his orcish heritage as you see a small gnome scurry out from under the bleechers. He stands no more then half your height approximately. wearing dirty green robes with a hood he could use to cover his sparsely haired head. His eyes were narrow and almost rodent like as he looked to the orcish summoner. "Sniv, this things getting out of hand again, go feed it and get it calm before the show tonight." The gnome nodded and pulled a small wand from his pocket utter a pharse as a disk apeared and slid under the cage, lifting it as he walked off with the cage in tow.

Quoz & Aowen
OOC:(I'll let you two talk since you're following eachother for now but I'll include what you see and such in environment wise)

The streets leading to the fair were crowded but not so much that Quoz could not catch up to Aowen and ask his question of her. The world around them though seemed to go on it's own merry way no matter the air that such inquiry would bring up. The bigtop tent nearby and the sideshow a bit to the east of it as well as the multiple peddlers gave it self to a merry atmosphere for the patrons of the festival.

[KingOfLaughter]

Brock looks about then decides, why not? Shouting "Anyone in here got a fun job prefer something dangerous?!"

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan stares at the door while waiting for his food. A memory of books from his youth struggling to appear. A drow. he though suddenly. She was a drow. Up in the surface world. What in the seven veils could she be doing here..

The food arriving distracted him from his thoughts and he carefully removed the Witchbinder's mask revealing a plain unassuming young man's face behind it. The skin paler than his tanned and weather beaten forearms. The slightly stale bread, slightly mouldy cheese and thin sour tasting ale wasn't as good as the food in the library at Candelkeep that he'd been used to but it was still better than some muddy acorns, water from a stream and a rabbit crudely cooked until it was near charcoal on an open fire.

The Barbarian's words booming over the Inn gave him a start, hand instinctively going for the short sword at his waist. He looked around carefully seeing if anyone would respond to the savage's demand?
Watching the bar out of the corner of his mind he reached into his bag, the book he was looking for appearing by magic on the top. Elminster's Guide to Creatures of the Underdark volume III- the book was lovely. Leather bound with crisp neat black ink scripts and beautifully illustrated pictures of the foul beasts. He flipped to the middle of the book skimming over beholders, boggards and devourerers to "Drow, Elf" and started to read. Absent mindedly eating the cheap food and sipping the ale.

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

The hybrid had been looking around, her smile remaining up until a voice came from behind her, making her turn around. It had been the same man she'd bowed her head to prior to leaving the inn. She sighed softly upon noting that he seemed to assume the worst with her. Normally, this was fair but .... that didn't mean she liked it. In fact, it got annoying at times really. No sense in losing your cool yet though.... She decided, nodding a bit before forcing her blue hues to look upward at the man's.

"First off, I'm not full. I'm half. Half drow, half nymph. But to answer your main question, I'm merely here to enjoy the festival. Isn't that your reason for being here also? At any rate though, I'm not trying to cause trouble." She kept quiet, looking the man up and down a bit. As a thought came through her mind, she spoke it, "If you've had qualms with any of my kind in the past, I do apologize on their behalf but .... I'm nothing like them. Now ... if you wish to join me, fine. But I beg you .... do not begin unnecessary trouble. It's not worth it."

As she turned away, her hair landed against her back, her smile now only half of what it used to be, added in with half of a frown. That really had been annoying to think he may have already had issues with Drow ... but she knew it to be a good possibility also. Other hybrids, humans, and even other Drow were the most common slaves so if he used to be one, she could see why. He looked pretty capable of being useful .... unfortunately, in all the possibilities Drow used their victims. The thought made her shudder as she quickly shoved images of her past away, every now and again looking back to see if he would take up her offer or, gods forbid, go through with the latter part of her last sentence. She would really dislike it if he did indeed want to start something .... but should that be the case, she wouldn't hesitate to defend herself.

[HappyBlanket]

"Hrk!" Eliana jerks backwards, tossing her arm over her face in surprise as the beast caws loudly and incessantly through the bars of it's cage; it's talons and maw rattle against the metal, adding to the cacophony as the monstrous avian is irritably removed from the ring. Eliana's arm is quickly lowered, complete with a rather elaborate maneuver executed for the sole purpose of lessening the apparent embarrassment of her surprise.

Masterfully recollecting herself, Eliana turned to the half-orc, her eyes lingering on the exotic bird as she fleetingly pondered on it's origin. Or perhaps even just it's name, really. But of course, Eliana knew nothing of such creatures, and her attempts to scour her brain were in vain. If only there was someone nearby with a book detailing information about giant birds like this. Someone with knowledge concerning nature and it's denizens, possessing tomes that might assist him in identifying this strange and magnificent monster. Someone skilled with both swords and magic. Using a manual of monsters, perhaps. Sure would be convenient to have that person in the vicinity at the moment.

Alas, there were no such individuals in sight.

"So what's all this?" she piques, hoisting herself onto one of the bleachers in a single, fluid motion. The flat of her scythe bumped dully against the wood, and Eliana's poor method of carrying the clumsy weapon made sitting somewhat awkward; a detail noted by many of her peers. But, naturally, Eliana would have none of that, and instead opted to engage in a futile battle of wills with her own Persona.

"This is being set up for tonight?" she continued, placing the flat of her palms against the bleachers as her face tilted to the very tip of the bigtop. Which, she noticed, made her feel somewhat small in comparison.

She trotted to the top of the bleachers hastily.

[Tsumeken]

Ragan
While you sit their reading and enjoying your meal you can hear a small group (3) of dwarves who seem to be talking about the man who just announced his bid to do dangerous tasks. "D'ya think he'll be good enough?" mutters one before another pushes himself away from the table and moves towards the loud mans. The dwarf stands tall for one of his kin, almost 4 ft in height, and sports a massive mane of red hair that almost hides his face in it's fullness.

Brock
The bar goes silent for a bit, almost as if someone was waiting for something to happen to you for shouting like that. The clamour from before begins again though inj a more organized manner now, with idvidual conversations able to be pisked out if one had a mind to. Your cry for employment though does seem to have reached some ears that will be happy to hire you it seems. A dwarf walks this way, he stands tall for one of his kin, almost 4 ft in height, and sports a massive mane of red hair that almost hides his face in it's fullness. He sits down near you and looks up to you. "Jobs huh, more risk more reward is it? If'n ya have a mind to ya boy I have a job ya might be intrested in."

Eliana
The orc watches you with amusement and maybe a bit more before answering. "This my dear is my pride and joy, we're setting up now so it's not much to see but after it's done we hope to leave the visitors glued to their seats...so to speak." He followed you as he spoke, taking slow steps up the bleachers as opposed to your quick ones. "Forgive me young lady but I don't think we've been properly introduced. The name Grasil, and I run this little show from city to city along the Sword Coast."

[KingOfLaughter]

Brocks sits up, "That's the kind of stuff I like! Hell, more risk same reward works for me. What have ya got?"

Assertive FTW! :P

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan glanced up at the shouts and the whispered converstions. The book flapping open revealing a terrifying picture of a dangerous creature last see many years ago known as a Deep Dragon.

As the dwarves wonder about the barbaric man at the bar Ragan eyes him up to see if he is as tough as he appears to be. The greatsword and armour seem warm. Calling on his innate magical senses, fingers flickering under the table and mumbling under his breath his eyes narrow in surprise as he views the magical aura's dancing around the massive figure. Hmm. He may be able to help me hunt down the tana'ri if he's as good as he thinks he is.

Tapping his mug loudly on the table he calls across to the barbarian and the dwarf. "If there is work going for one handy with a sword then I may be interted my honoured dwarven friend?


Cast detect magic and stare around the room looking for glowing magical auras.

[HappyBlanket]

Eliana casts an emerald eye behind her, peering over her shoulder as Grasil's heavy feat step over the bleachers below. She caught the half orc's lingering gaze, and a sly but triumphant smirk crossed her face. She was used to it, as someone of her caliber should be. This attention was thanks to how absolutely great she was, and that simply couldn't be helped. It was just the burden of greatness. Her excellence preceded her.

"Eliana O'ercloud." she proclaimed, whipping around to face him.

"I" she began, shamelessly ignoring his introduction in favor of her own. "Am traveling with a few friends. We're staying in the city for a little rest." she explained, taking another sweeping gaze over the tent's interior. "Well, if this turns out to be any good, I'm sure I'll see it later.

She chose both the phrase "traveling with" and the word "friends" somewhat haphazardly, no matter how closely knit they were... Although even then, perhaps "closely" isn't appropriate. To say that they were traveling with one another wasn't quite accurate; very often, the various psionicists actually traveled very different paths, wandering on their own for weeks at a time. During those times, it was by a combination of telepathy and clairvoyance that permitted them the title of "group." They would meet fully only on occasion, but more often they'd cross paths.

[Tsumeken]

Ragan (detect magic)
As you look around the room for anything emanating mystical auras the bartender seems to have somesort of ring on that emanates enchantment from it. However that is not the most apparent magic source as the dwarf talking to the other human seems to also have magic upon his hammer, a dark smoky aura emanates around it which hints at necromantic enhancements may be upon it. s a sidenote the Greatsword and chain mail the human wears also seems to be enchanted.

Brock and Ragan
The dwarf turns to the other man (Ragan and motions with his hand to his table as one of the other dwarves gets up. He turns back to Brock "A bit to many ears are around here for my taste of treasure talking... meet me upstairs when you've finished your meal for more." With that the dwarf walks back to his table, the other dwarf who though smaller in stature seemed to be just as hesitant about the act of speaking here and delievered the same message to Ragan.

Eliana
"Companions you say, well perhaps they would like to take in a show or two. Tell ya what since I'm in a good modd I'll even give you some passes for the day though I don't have that many on me." He produced three small strips of paper, each bearing a mark upon them. "With these you'll be able to get into the shows more private sectors, perhaps you and your friends will see something inetresting back there."

Aowen & Quoz
As you both stand talking you are both approached by a rather large man totting a wagon behind him, "Excuse me you two but I was wondering if you'd like to purchase anything today, I've got some fine greens and fruits for sale." The man easily misplaces any assumptions of him as his size would make you think he were some part of the fair as a strong man of some sort. the fact that he himself pulls his wagon in lieu of a horse proves this. Odd it is though that he seems to not be selling in the festival as the other merchants are.

[Orosboru]

Quoz

"Great gods, man! What kind of fruits do you sell? Something that could be used as a club?" He stops and turns to the lady. "You make presumptions, Drow. How do I know that you aren't a equivocator? Rest assured, if you cause trouble, I'll be the first to know about it." Drow would stab their own mothers in the belly if it would mean a better deal. He's seen it. She was suspicious, no doubt.

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan nods to the dwarf Which room? before finishing off the last of the cheap ale with a grimace and snapping the expensively bound book shut and carefully placing back into his haversack.

Walking across the bar he nods to the barbarian Well met, my name is Master Al'Tazar. I though I might introduce myself before we embark on anything too foolish. looking around he catches the eye of a serving girl 2 more ales lass.

Before raising a questioning eye seeking permission to sit on the empty seat beside his new "friend"

[KingOfLaughter]

"I'm Brock, yes, sit. If we're going to be working together I like to know I'm not going to get stabbed in the back." Brock laughs but his eyes show he's being serious.

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan meets the mans eyes without blinking. "I assure Brock, I were going to stab you, you would know about it." A slight smile takes the stong out of the words before he offers a toast with the newly arrived ale "To rich enemies!"

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

The hybrid sighed as the man left, shaking her head no to the merchant. "I'm fine, thanks...." She murmured, making damn well sure to go the opposite way the man had walked off from. He was slowly beginning to piss her off and the last thing she needed now was any type of justification for her host to make her feel and look like a fool. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a bit before allowing them to reopen.

Off the top of Aowen's head, she realized that any ideas on where she had wanted to go had completely left her. Get a hold of yourself ... he has nothing on you. Just calm down and go enjoy yourself... Nodding slowly to herself, she began to look around the rest of the festival, allowing her eyes to gaze around as her feet guided her around Baldur's Gate.

[KingOfLaughter]

Brock smiles at the mans bluntness, than raises his mug, "And to us being richer in the end!" Brock chugs the ale quickly, then points a thumb a the stairs, "Shall we?"

[HappyBlanket]

Eliana

She takes the slips with a satisfied grin, inspecting the three papers briefly as she made her way down the bleachers. "Sure, sure. If I feel like it, maybe." she says over her shoulder, heading to the exit with an almost polite farewell.

Navigating past the various tents with her forceful stride, Eliana immediately manages to bump her shoulder with a wandering Drow... Ah, no. A Half-Drow. But though diluted, the blood of the dark elves was certainly recognizable; there were no less than three Drow blooded Psionicists in Eliana's troupe of nomads, and the Wilder had since learned to recognize the signs of the blood. Add that with the Duergar of the group, and she had also picked up a workable grasp of Undercommon.

In any case, it would probably make sense to use her understanding of the language to use her next words to apologize. That would probably be the polite thing to do. The gesture would show a certain humility. A certain "I'm not better than you," a "my walk is not more important than yours."

But of course, the first words out of Eliana's mouth went something along the lins of "Move, please." Spoken in Undercommon, and probably more insulting and condescending than anything remotely resembling an apology.

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

Aowen just stared as the woman who bumped into her tried to apologize. She could definitely feel her host and her patience beginning to overtake her. Why? Why me? Why now? Was I truly destined to be this cursed ever since I left Menzoberranzan?! She was beginning to now understand how Drizzt and Kimmuriel must have felt. Quick to be judged, having the worst assumed about them, anything else like that. And yet, they had managed to go on and accomplish great things, hadn't they? A slight nod managed to escape her head as she took another deep breath to calm herself. That had been the case with them and she would try to copy those aspects of the two other Drow.

Besides, she'd promised herself to not be the first to cause trouble. So no sense in starting now. Her ears picked up her home tongue ... one of them anyways, making her tilt her head curiously at the woman as she replied back, "Lu'oh 'udtila natha non-Ilythiiri saph dosstan zhaun ussta ooble'?", crossing her arms across her chest as she patiently awaited an answer back. She hadn't gotten herself focused in her psionics ... yet but if she was about to be given a reason to do so soon, she would be ready. At least mentally if not both that and physically.

Translation & OOC: "How does a non-Drow like yourself know my tongue?"
I used the site here (http://www.eilistraee.com/chosen/language.php) for the Undercommon by the way.

[Tsumeken]

Brock & Ragan

You walk up the stairs to find your dwarven friend, or at least what is left of him... Apparently his actions in the bar and whatever he was going to tell you about were not enough to save his life. His body lies flayed from multiple sword thrusts, his face scratched and the wounds already showing a sign of some infection in them. A noise gets yous attention from the window as you spot a dirty green cloak leaping from the window, a rodent like tail behind it.

Eliana, Aowen, Quoz
While you all are standing around and talking a swiftly moving thing rushes by, it appeared to just be a blur almost but you cuaght the sight of green and a smell like that of the sewer in it's wake. Others around you seem to notice the smell but not the flash of color.

[KingOfLaughter]

Brock punches the wall, "I hate chasing people, but we should probably do it. You tell his friends I'll catch the guy!" With that Brock sprints at the window and jumps through himself.

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan looks at the barbarian, pausing for a second to slip on the mask before darting to the window and joining in the pursuit. What was that thing he thinks to himself.

[HappyBlanket]

"Screus ol dal natha stath abbilen, vel'uss aturr ulu dro wun l'Har'oloth" Eliana replied, turning to face Aowen properly; the dorjes at her waist jangled against each other from the movement, their crystalline faces gleaming with reflections of sunlight. "Natha stath Ilythiiri, 'zil natha selg'tarn d'-"

She was interrupted as she spoke, as a bolt of green bursts through the crowd with starling quickness, leaving a foul stench and an air of confusion in it's wake.

"Learned it from a few friends who used to live in the Underdark. A few Drow, as a matter of-"
Thanks for the link :D

Spot: [roll0] Trying to make out some more details about whatever just past us.

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

Aowen tilted her head, wondering how exactly she'd gone about doing such a feat. It was hard to do without getting killed ... finding Drow wouldn't kill not only kill you on sight but also allow you to learn the language. The girl intrigued her, for sure. But, of course, something had to interrupt her, making her sigh as she looked backwards, trying to catch the source of the foul stench. "Proper introductions will have to wait I guess. Seems right now, we've got company." Taking another slight deep breath, Aowen began focusing on activating her psionic powers, getting the feeling they would finally be needed soon. At least, however, it hadn't been any of the civilians that had made her go to this. That was always a plus in her mind.

OOC: Heh, you're welcome :smallsmile: There are benefits to being a geek ... that's one. :smallbiggrin:

Concentration check (to become focused): [roll0]
Spot check (to see either what ran by or what direction exactly it's heading): [roll1]

[Tsumeken]

Spot checks reveal if total = over DC15
They green was apparently a cloak or garment of some kind, the thing wearing was definitely humanoid though it was small and fast. It appeared to be heading towards the tents.
total= DC20+
You spot a green robed humanoid amidst the moving blur, the only things you can make out are the cloths and a long rodentlike tail protruding from behind. It appeared to be heading towards the tents

Brock & Ragan
As you chase after the creature you lose it in the festival crowd but you have apparently found others. Two women and a man (two of whom you recognize from leaving the bar earlier) stand looking off as if something had happened here.

Quoz, Aowen, Eliana
As you stand looking after the blur two large men come running this way (Brock and Ragan) One appears to be wearing a mask

((Viola, Group together now.))

[Orosboru]

Quoz smells it at first. He does not like the smell of trouble. He looks out for the fleeing thing, trying to see if it runs from friend or foe. He recognizes the two men striding towards him, and relaxes. If it was the drow's fault, he'll give her the benefit of the doubt for now.

[roll0]

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan skids to a halt, standing on tip toes trying to peer over the crowd, a hand grasped around the hilt of his falchion that hangs loosley from his back. He glances at the two women and the man.
"Did you see where it went? It was small, hooded and had a tail. It just killed dwarf in the tavern.

[HappyBlanket]

"It just passed by." she says to Ragan, turning her attention towards the tents. A grin crossed her face, and the energies that pulsed throughout her body soon became apparent; her eyes seared bright with a vicious emerald luminance, and a silvery pulse rippled across her skin. The white ectoplasm seeped from her body in bubbling wisps, escaping the insufficient physical form to thrash throughout the air as her grin only widened. And, as it peaked, it cracked into nothingness, having been directed into the Astral Plane itself. Eliana wouldn't be going for subtlety. It just wasn't her style.

It tore into the material plane, claws first. It's familiar face was that of a young lady, and it's flesh was as silver and light. A pair of thin wings protruded from it's back, and with it's hands stretched before itself the creature screamed through the air in pursuit.

Going allllllll out.

Eliana
Free: Expend Psionic Focus, activating the Talented feat.
Full Round: Wild Surged Astral Construct. Full Augmentation.

Lv4 Astral Construct. Special Abilities Improved Fly and Improved Grapple.
Craft (Own Image): [roll0]
Summoned as high as possible to permit flight.

Astral Construct
First priority is to keep the murderer in sight from the air. Second priority is to pursue, third priority is to grapple.

I'd give coordinates and distances, but I need coordinates to use first :3

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

Aowen kept quiet all the while the woman transformed before her eyes, smirking lightly. She really was quite the interesting one. Perhaps after this, they could try to get to know one another better. It was definitely worth a try. Waiting for her to finish shifting first, she then spoke, "Well .... guess we need to find that speedy thing, yes?" Remembering what direction it had headed off towards, she used that to begin guiding her to whatever this ... creature was anyways.

[KingOfLaughter]

Brock swears loudly in Orcish, "I was that close to a job. COME ON!"

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan's eyes narrow behind his mask as he watches the astral construct flap after the killer. Psionics. Why psionics? Nothing good ever comes from psions, the thought racing through his mind.

He glanced at the drow nodding, a slight tilt of the mask, before dashing on after Broc and the killer.

[Tsumeken]

HappyBlanket
Your construct can catch sight of the perpatrator easily as it is the only person that is not either looking up in shock or running in a panic from your astral creation. The parting in the crowd give it a wide berth to swoop down after the assailant and snatch at him which it does with ease.

As you all rush off after the astral gargoyle (gargirl?) thing you see it dive down and snacth at the retreating murderer. The creature begins to struggle violently against the creation.

After catching up to the two you see the assailant now. It appears that you have cought some form of humanoid rat creature. It's face and hands are that of a rodent and it even includes a tail. I black cloth like a blindfold covers its eyes but despite that it seems to know it's surroundings. It gnashes its teeth while it speaks "Release me you ugly devil!" it shouts to the construct.

[KingOfLaughter]

Brock catches up and stops, "You have got to be kidding, a rat killed the dwarf? I call first punch..."

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan skids to a halt, drawing the gleaming 4ft long falchion, a glittering crystal of blackened glass on its hilt. Beware the beast's bite. Lycanthropy is catching. If you wish to hurt our nimble friend here offer it siome silver. A dangerous glint in the hard eyes behind the mask as he stares at the beast. "Why did you kill the dwarf?"


Knowledge (nature) [roll0]
- assuming its a Were-rat I get a +2 hit/damage from the Knowledge Devotion feat

If its not a were-rat please let me know!

[Tsumeken]

Ragan
Yup Were-rat, your nature check also tells you about their aversion to bright light (ie natural sunlight) which is probably why he is wearing that thin peice of black cloth to act as sunglasses.

The creature stops struggling as it sees the large and menacing weapon, "Heh, that little thing was annoying, he merely found me at the wrong time and he had to go." his lips curl into a grin. "What does it matter you couaght me now kill me, skin me, boil me you creatins and see what happens next!"

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

Aowen whistled upon hearing the assailant's answer, remaining beside the other psionics expert. Her eyes seemed to gaze into the were-rat's, as if trying to study him. The fact he'd actually tried to dare them to do something along the lines of killing concerned her a bit. It was probably some sort of trap. More importantly, though, this wasn't for them to decide .. at least, she didn't think so. The dwarf that had been killed wasn't an acquaintance of any of them ... at least, it didn't seem that way. Slowly shaking her head no, she looked to the others, "I think we should turn him in. Whatever happens after that won't dirty our hands any further. What say you all?"

[HappyBlanket]

"Release me you ugly devil!" the creature yells as the Astral Construct rises to it's silvery feet; it's vain creator, after which said construct has been shaped, walks up to the group just in time to hear the comment. An insult to her prodigious greatness. Philistine.

Eliana looks to her creation glancingly; it roughly tightens it's hold.

"Construct's going to fade soon." she notes passingly, reaching into her backpack. A moment later, she tosses some rope to the one closest to the wererat, looking around at the crowd.

"First thing's first. Let's get out of this crowd."

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan grabs the rope and rapidly wraps the rat up from head to toe in rope taing care to bind its hands and feet together. I may not be the best at knots. But if its wraped head to toe it will surely be stuck..

Why did you kill an innocent dwarf you despicable creature. Are there more of your filthy kind here?. looking up at the young women who released the astral constuct Ragan nods in agreement, Perhaps take him back to the Inn so the town guard can deal with it and see what it did?

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

Aowen nodded in agreement, a slight smile showing as she heard at least one person did indeed agree with her idea of turning him in. "Yes.... let's go." With that, she turned on her feet and began to walk back towards .... well ... she supposed the main gates would be best? Maybe either the woman she'd been trying to get to know or the man who agreed with her sense of justice would have a better idea on where to go. For now, however, she would pretend to kinda have an idea of what direction to go.

[Tsumeken]

It appears that you do not have to go to far, the city guard can be seen rushing this way through the crowds, no doubt called by the uproar the construct made in it's appearance and apprehension.

The lead guard is a tall human man with a think beard that could rival a dwarfs. his armor showed the crest of the city in a deep bronze huie to contrast the mail he wore.

"What's going on here?! Some sort of street preformance gone wrong?"! He did not have his weapon readied but the other four with him did, apparently he was indeed the veteren of this group.

[VirgoBushin]

~Aowen Eilsate~

Even in Aowen's head, the idea of the person whom was obviously even a portion of Drow speaking first may not be the smartest idea. However, maybe this could be a chance to prove she truly wasn't bad. More for that one man than herself though it was a bit of both honestly. Slowly, she moved out from behind .... had she even said her name properly yet? Pretty sure the answer was no, she made a mental note to get it after this, assuming it all went well.

She nodded her head to the bound rodent the other man was holding. "Murder ... by him. We found him after he tried to flee the scene. We were coming over to turn him in to you all actually." She then kept quiet, hoping her words would sink in the correct way. It'd been one of the few ways she'd lived for as long as she had above ground ... negotiating.

Diplomacy (if/in case needed)
[roll0]

[HappyBlanket]

Eliana nods, walking to Aowen's side as she reasoned with the officers. A few confirmations as she helped explain, backing up the story as well as she could.

Aid Another Diplomacy: [roll0]

...Preeeeetty sure we won't need that, but still. Let's not kid ourselves, this post is just a poorly disguised way of me saying "we don't have anything to add, so don't wait up."

[Tsumeken]

The man looks to the ratman/wererat and back to you, as your weapons and clothes clearly are not bloddied and the same cannot be said for the rat he nods his men forward to take him into custody. "I suppose I owe you all a debt of gratitude for catching that fiend then. I will discuss it with the magistarte later and find you then when a proper reqard has been decided."

As the men turn and walk away a small piece of paper falls from his cloak, the guards do not notice as they continue walking him out.

[DrK]

Ragan

Ragan nods his thanks at the guards words and bends downto pick up the note.He'll then read it before pssibly chasing up the guards

[Tsumeken]

Ragan

Ragan nods his thanks at the guards words and bends downto pick up the note.He'll then read it before pssibly chasing up the guards

The note reads. "Admit one Backstage Pass."

[HappyBlanket]

Eliana

"Oh, hey!" Eliana exclaims, a hand on Ragan's shoulder and her head peeking over it. "That's a backstage ticket for today's carnival." she explained, digging a hand into her shorts pocket dutifully. When her hand emerged, three similar slips came with it, which she waved self-importantly in front of her face as she continued.

"Some guy gave me a few just awhile ago. Probably as a 'thank you' for my presence."

[DrK]

Ragan

The masked face looks at her a wry grin suggested from the eyes. "What sort of prescence did you bring?. What sort of show is this one? An exciting one?

He'll sheathe his sword and then look at the 2 ladies and othe man who've joined him and the barbarian. Then he'll give a low but formal bow, "My name is Ragan Al'Tazar, we al have the look of wanderers, perhaps an evening of company and some drinks would lift our spirits?". With that he glances around looking for the nearest Inn sighn and gestures toward it.

[HappyBlanket]

Eliana

"Eliana O'ercloud" she introduces herself triumphantly, vaguely gesturing to the hightop she had only recently left. "The show is at that tent over there. Something with weird animals." she explains just as vaguely.

"But that sounds alright." she answers, flourishing the tickets once more before pocketing them. "Later tonight, we'll do something with these."

[Tsumeken]

~Time passes~ (12 hours)

Night comes slowly to Baldur's Gate as the tents and attraction of the fair light up with lamp oil and magical means. The main attraction being the big top which is filing in a slow moving herd of patrons through it's large entrance.

[DrK]

Ragan

After an afternoon drinking with his new found friends- mostly water for him as alcohol hit him hard - he glanced at the darkening sky. Shall we see this fayre then? I fancy seeing some new monsters. One day I may even pen my own book of them!