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Post by Alenea Hanali on Jul 16, 2020 17:32:41 GMT
15 Flamerule, 1497
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The group looks at each other as the door to Coll's bedroom closes behind them. Alenea shakes her head and looks down at the sock clutched in her hand, wondering when Coll had had the chance to take it. Beside her the butler carefully folds a handkerchief embroidered with the name Siegfried von Hagen and slips it into his pocket whilst Igrainne inspects a slightly worn arrow. "Well that was weird," Alenea says and shoves the sock deep into her pocket.
Reaching up to her chest she grips the handle of her silver dagger and unsheathes it. Turning it over she inspects the weapon and reads the Sylvan inscribed along the blade, a smile on her face as she recalls her days roaming the streets of Waterdeep learning to use it. "I'm going to go start a proper collection for him," she says and turns to walk towards the bar.
The front of the tavern is busy but not many people turn as the elf pulls a stool away from the bar and positions it below a cross-beam running from one end of the room to the other. Jumping up onto the stool she throws her arms outwards to try and regain her balance as she wobbles slightly.
Running a hand along the wood a warmth fills her, the joy of having found a new home in her mind and happy to have somewhere to leave a mark. Finding the perfect spot she leans forward and carves her name Alenea before plunging the dagger into the beam above it. She hops down from the stool and stands back to admire her handiwork, hoping that this isn't the last adventurer memento added to the Ettin's walls.
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Cyclone
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Air genasi monk (4 elements). Devout follower of Waukeen.
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Post by Cyclone on Jul 16, 2020 17:44:56 GMT
Turning from the group to go and arrange with Coll a room for her at the Ettin, taking full advantage of the new “free room and food” he offered, Cyclone didn’t see Alenea adding her dagger to the rafters.
“Y’know, after everything that’s happened I’m just going to make it simpler and give you something now.” She rummages in her pack and pulls out an intricately embroidered gold ribbon.
“In fact,” she says, now spotting the new addition to the decor, “how about we start that display?”
With that she nimbly leaps her way onto the bar and up towards the ceiling, and ties the ribbon around the beam.
“There. I think this will work much better than your current arrangement.” she calls out as she makes her way up the stairs.
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Cadfan
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Post by Cadfan on Jul 16, 2020 17:48:57 GMT
Cadfan held the fae-illustrated painting of Armanus, Lord of the Bears, in front of him. "We've had some good times haven't we pal. Well since you were key to saving the multiverse, your purpose has been fulfilled. I guess it's to retire you. I guess I'll just have to steal something new from the feywild when I next find myself there."
He took one last glance at it then hung it up on the wall of the Ettin's common room, adding a short label to it outlining the great heist that led to it ending up in Daring Heights.
"Well that should stop Coll handling my...things."
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Post by Igrainne (RETIRED) on Jul 16, 2020 19:21:34 GMT
Igrainne sighs a little and smiles. Coll's "memento" box might be creepy but this is...cute. She takes out a small jar containing Underdark bluecap and fire lichen mushrooms and jumps onto the stool Alenea used, putting the jar on the crossbeam too.
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Post by ziarae on Jul 16, 2020 21:16:04 GMT
Ziarae hung the boar tusk next to the door - a Stark reminder of how she had nearly perished on her first day in Kantas. It sat like it belonged. From an adventurer, for a place full of adventurers. It seemed right.
"That should protect my pockets for a while. What do you think, Crow?" She turned to her steadfast familiar: the imp brushed some cinnamon off his face and shrugged.
"As far as interior decor goes, I'm all for hanging up bones. By the way, can I borrow 4 gold?"
"What for?"
"Nothing, I don't have a problem, WHOSE ASKING?"
"What?"
"Nothing. Can we hang up something else?"
"I'll hang you up if you're not careful. Now come on, let's grab a drink."
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Post by Ian (Menace) on Jul 16, 2020 21:58:30 GMT
Night has fallen over Daring, and Henry approaches Coll at the bar; the Baron is fast asleep in his room already.
"In the spirit of honoring our guest right, I have taken the liberty to procure something for you. For your... collection."
Henry slides a leather bound book over the counter to Coll. The title on the cover reads: "My Triumphs and My Mistakes - An Autobiography of the Adventurous Exploits of Siegfried, Baron von Hagen".
"The local bookstore had a copy in stock. Quite surprising, actually, the book has gone out of print a decade ago; it pains me to say, it was not the raucuous success my master had hoped for..."
A pause, pregnant with things politely left unspoken.
"But much joy may it bring you, and may you never forget us."
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Post by andycd on Jul 17, 2020 22:08:58 GMT
Did.... did you all just get inspiration as a group?
I think you did. Delightful.
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