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Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"Perhaps we may find the crystal coasts of the seas to the North." Vaeri said, playing along with his persona of being a idealized hero who did this sort of adventuring regularly. "Or find a magical grove filled with creatures you only hear of in legend that can teach you the secrets of nature. Or we will come upon a dark cave containing a savage hydra. At first you would be nearly overwhelmed by the many heads, but you soon figure out that by slicing off each of the heads and burning the stumps that the beast will fall. The lead is yours, Sir Tobias." Vaeri slyly smiled when Tobias apologized and mentioned that city girls loved his romanticized words of high adventure and treasure.

Patiently, she waited for Tobias to finish his improvised brick of questions before turning back to answer Melvus' question. "Is it really so odd for me to be helping out humans? I am a woman of faith, our races do not matter to me. A person in need is one deserving of my aid." Vaeri paused for a moment before continuing.

"Perhaps you were asking about the reason I am even traveling. I'm on a mission from god. I'm looking for a man with two right hands." Vaeri raised both her hands in the air for emphasis. "My goddess commanded me to go out and find him. And so I have been for the past 3 decades. I hope that answers your question satisfactorily." Vaeri turned around to face Tobias again, taking a deep breath.

"And for you, the man on the white steed is named Derrix Nightbane Herchiv. I had an extended conversation with him last night. He appears to be a secretive man, but one with a deep understanding of spirituality. I do not believe he is concealing anything malicious, but that is a thing we can never really know. He does not look the type to share his past. I am almost certain he has no connection whatsoever to any dragons we may come across. I myself do not know what a Mist Dragon is, but Melvus' definition sounds correct. Most dragons are classified by their color whether it is a plain color like red or a metallic one like bronze, so your point about calling it a light blue-grey dragon is moot. If you had the chance to talk to the dragon, I believe you would be robbing the dragon, but no doubt you managed to escape his terrible breath attacks with cunning on your part, narrowing avoiding it's gaping maw with plenty of its gold in hand. Perhaps a few precious gemstones? However, I will keep your advice in mind if I meet another dragon on my travels. I believe Sana left Arianna with Sister Agnes while we're traveling. After all, it will be dangerous, and no place for a young girl like her. I would rather not think about a youngling getting injured or killed because of our carelessness. I am sure you would be a caring parent, but I doubt that most others would want such virtues imprinted on her. Although I wish I were so talented as to be able to teach people arcane magic, I lack the head for it. My magic is divine in nature, not well, natural. I'd only be able to mentor one with a faith like mine." Vaeri paused for only a moment to take a breath.

"I would guess that lunch is in about 4 or 5 hours. I do not know your term for it, but we have a similar thing in my village that we called vasa'loki. It translates roughly to 'A serpent of food.' They are great on occasion, but it gets old and wasteful if done too often. I think kings and queens simply have their servants prepare a meal of what they want to eat instead of creating long lines of food they won't eat all themselves. I find palaces too stony for my taste. I prefer to stand on and be surrounded by earth and flora, not cut rocks. I assume the king's crown contained a magical gem that unjustly gave him the power to rule, and by taking it, you freed the people from his tyrannical grasp. Such would only be fitting of a man of your caliber. Anything else you would wish to discuss, Sir Tobias?"

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Kayleth could hear the heavy footsteps in her shop and the growling refusal to Ashara even on this side of the shop. Whoever was in here was large, and probably not of the civil sort. As it stood, she was in the middle of a procedure with a drugged up (dwarves had a high tolerance to anesthesia, so she had to use almost half again the usual dose for a human his size), bled out Dwarf, and she couldn't afford to stop for something as paltry as a fight breaking out. If she needed to, she had her emergency knife strapped to her waist, safely tucked away from the prying eyes of anyone who might think he an easy target, but for now, she was to focus on the wound in front of her.

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Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri jumped up, grabbing the side and climbing into the spot next to the driver's spot, right next to Tobias.

"I hope my presence does not bother you, Sir Tobias." Here she would have the best view of the road ahead and she wouldn't have to be near all the supplies they had just loaded onto the wagon. She would prefer traveling on foot, but this would not be so bad. Considering the luck this group seemed to have, this air of joy and relaxation would not last long. After all, adventures were not all pony rides in May sunshine.

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@boomlover I'm planning on running a Shadowrun 3e game sometime soonish (eventually). So yes, I have.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri noticed the movement outside and left the inn to see what the commotion was about. As she left, she greeted Hugh a good morning and gave Derrix a brief farewell. It was awkward enough with the silence that came about from the interruption of the fae whose name she had forgotten, leaving without a goodbye would feel even odder.

She arrived outside to find the horses the slavers had previously used and the wagon that had been used to transport the former captives. Luckily, her ride with Sana had been short, so she did not experience the riding soreness that she had heard about, but she was not keen to experience it firsthand. Not to mention that she preferred traveling through the wilds on foot. It was easier to maneuver. Horses were designed for plains and cumbersome in dense underbrush, so if she had to choose one of the transportation options blatantly presented before her, it would be the wagon every time. For the time being she would hang around in the general area of Fiona and wait. She seemed to be on top of things.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri wasn't exactly sure how to reply to Derrix. Out of all the people she had to explain this to, he was the first to demand something of this nature. A lot of humans wrote it off, but a statement of cultural exchange was difficult to reply to.

"Perhaps I will tell you about 'my people' later." She felt uncomfortable using the term her people. Vaeri had limited experience with elves outside of her village. She had been told about some of the others growing up, and once every decade or so, a wandering trader from another land would arrive bearing exotic goods and requesting news of the local area, but otherwise she just knew what she had learned from her own childhood and in books.

It was then that the fairy that she had seen hanging around suddenly pop in, introduce itself and the skeleton before leaving. For several seconds she stared at the space where the little thing had been, unsure of what to make of what had just happened.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"We're like you humans, but different. Longer ears, different facial structure, leaner builds, slightly different skeletal system and musculature, and a significantly longer lifespan are some of the more obvious physical differences between us." Vaeri spoke as one who had to give this explanation to many people. Most people in the area had at least a passing knowledge of elves, but in many of the smaller villages she had been to, they had not any experience with her kind and would assume she was deformed or some kind of fairy. A couple of times she had been mistaken as some kind of devil, an accusation she did not take well in either case. The trick was to give the proper expression of being different without coming off as self-righteous or overly self-involved.

A lot of people had gotten the notion that elves thought themselves above humans, and while she knew plenty of elves who were stuck up, it wasn't something intrinsic with the race. More puzzling were a separate category of people she met who seemed to believe that since she was an elf, she would somehow be supernaturally wise/graceful/beautiful. Perhaps what tales of her people pervaded the world were exaggerated.

"We tend to seclude ourselves in villages generally comprised entirely of our own, although you'll find elves distributed here and there in human settlements. I come from a forest village maybe 100 miles from here known as Lianyu."

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

A small bit of relief overcame Vaeri that she didn't barge into a conversation that she was not apart of like an inebriated family member during the holidays (a quirk that she noticed humans had to deal with too). Fiona did not seem particularly interest with continuing conversation with either Derrix or her, deciding to inquire about Sana's family before leaving to don equipment of her own.

Vaeri caught the movement of Derrix's eyes as his gaze jumped around. It wasn't a reaction she was unused to, but usually it did not come from somebody she had spent hours talking to. Then again, human vision was rather poor in dim lighting and he did wear that restricting helmet. He probably did not realize before.

"So you noticed?" Vaeri asked, rubbing the tip of her left ear as if to accentuate its inhuman length and pointedness. "Is this your first time meeting an elf?" He obviously wanted to say something. Perhaps he did not wish to offend or appear ignorant.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri walked down the stairs, room key in hand. She looked much the same as she had yesterday, mostly obscured by cloak, but the flashes of armor that could be caught showed that at the very least she had cleaned off the blood that had accumulated in the 3 battles for the day before. She walked over to the innkeeper and handed him her key before addressing anyone else. She walked up to Derrix, remembering she owed him a debt.

"My name is Vaeri Dryearurdrenn, pleased to make your acquaintance, Sir Derrix Nightbane." Derrix basically came with his own keyword. Less mental work for Vaeri. With that debt resolved, she looked at the rest of the people who had eaten breakfast. Sana and the child were singing something about panthers, Tobias had relocated away from the skeleton and next to Fiona, and Hanzo was keeping to himself. And then it occurred to her that Fiona had just addressed the man before she spoke herself. "Sorry Fiona, did I interrupt? Last I spoke to Derrix, I neglected to give him my name. I had completely missed that you had been speaking with him."