Cross Referencing Experiences

The Wayfarer Inn - Evening (7:00pm) - Weather: White

Yes, the weather is white. The inn near snowed inn from how heavy the fat flakes have fallen from the dark and cloudy skies above. If it hadn’t of been for the help of some patrons, mostly a jotun, the porch and doorway would still be closed to those making their way here.

Patch resides inside, a table away from the bar and the supply door. She sits facing the entryway, her back to a corner as she idly sips at some sort of mixed-meat stew. A book is splayed open before her, a free hand turning pages as the other occupies itself with spoon. The book is well away form the food, she’s not going to risk a stain. Not on something she borrowed.

The bard ready for something, equipped with a few more weapons and noticable gear than she has before. Not only is she wearing her bawdy coat of red, but a dark maroon cloak resides over one shoulder, leaning into the militaristic vestments from Blar for inspiration. For now she sits alone, though hopefully not for long. Some messages had been sent, but an evening outside the walls is what it means in waiting.

Evening rest, especially after that snowball fight, is sorely needed. A rosy cheeked wood elf slides into the establishment, getting a warm drink and soup from the counter and humming to herself. Sky blue eyes drink in the clientele, and she perks upon spying another elf. "Weeeell helloooo there...~!" she croons and waves, ambling on up, many robes fluttering from her gait.

There is another one here, a few tables away, similarly enjoying ale and a plate of hot stew. His, however, is almost gone, and mostly only drink remains, and most of that. The man is dark-haired and dark-skinned, wearing a simple set of woodsman's leathers - that when he shifts make far too much nose to actually be woodsman's leathers. It sounds like there's armor under there.

In meetings like these, time is sometimes an enemy. Patch hadn’t anticipated everyone to get here, and she’s unaware they’ve made it in to the inn. Slixvah gets a glance, and it’s not the nicest. The call towards her is met with a stir of brow and twitch of ear. “Hi?” she says, having to turn and look behind herself just to make sure. Oh yeah. She’s in a corner. Suspicion, and a hesitant smile found as the woman ambles forth.

“Sorry, I don’t think I recognize you.” Patch deciding that honesty was better than trying to bluff. Truth has its virtues. Her face is still a bit red, the mark upon the right cheek more so. She’d ridden here on Peanut, not wanting to spend her day hiking through snow. She’d learned earlier how dangerous a game the chill could be. Around Verna and Seldan.

“I’m waiting for a couple of people, but you’re welcome to share a drink. I….” a second glance taken. There was ‘almost’ recognition, those blue eyes tared into for a little too long. Almost awkwardly. “I don’t know how long they will be.” her spoon dropped into her stew.

The wood elf slows before Patch's table. She looks behind herself, then around before those large eyes rest on the bard. An ear flicks, and a wide smile breaks out on her features. "You don't know how long they'll be? Well then-"

Unabashed, she slides into a chair next to Patch. "My name's Samarathi'llin. Or, Samara, if that suits your fancy?" she smiles warmly.

A sip from her soup.

"Hon."

GAME: Patch rolls intelligence: (4)+2: 6 
GAME: Seldan rolls intelligence: (15)+4: 19
<OOC> Slixvah says, "perception DC rn to note its slix is 32"
GAME: Seldan rolls perception: (8)+25: 33

At length, the dark-haired man stands, abandoning his empty plate and taking his drink with him. He makes his way over to Patch's table, subtly pulling a crescent and sphere on a chain out of the apparent leathers long enough for her to see it. "May I join you?" The appearance is not obvious, but the voice, the words, are. It's Seldan, for those who know him. "I see you have set the wings aside," he tells Samara.

Patch is confused about Seldan's words when he joins them. She'd been about to speak when his intrusion startled her enough to gasp and laugh. "Oh course you can join us." the 'impostor' eyed again for a long moment before it 'clicks' he means their feathered friend. The poor bard was completely tricked.

"I about said something mean this time. You're going to get it one of these days." Patch warns to Slixvah, but instead of mean words, the bard is still smiling. Small, but there.

Samara winks towards Seldan. "They are set aside! Fo' now," she hums. "Fireside feels much nicer like this."

A glance to Patch, and she grins wide. "Aha! So ya figured it!" she giggles, looping an non-feathered arm around Patch as she leans against her. "Eh, if I get it mean, then I'm doin' a really good job!"

Big siiiiip. "So what'cha wanna spill tha beans 'bout?" she whispers conspiratorially.

Seldan blinks, suddenly surprised. "Forgive me, am I intruding? I can-" He sits up, looking between the two of them for an indicator of whether he should excuse himself.

"Well, it's partly Seldan's domain I am speaking of." Patch says, a sheepish glance cast back at the human. She'd tried to ignore the Egalrin's arm and leaning as best she can, staring at Seldan. "It's about the void agents." she says flatly, but the words are a whisper on her lips, the magics of the 'hidden' allowing her to speak magic as if she'd cast the spell. Only their ears would hear what is being woven over the hum of the talking crowd. "I'd like to order a drink first, if that's okay." seeming to assume Seldan would choose to stay. Or hoping.

"Damnit." Patch says, having hit her tolerance for trying to ignore Slixvah. The pout to her teasing quickly over as she turns to hug the other woman with a sigh of defeat. "As if I could stay mad."

The Slix-Elf, Samara, whiffs the arm at the ignore as she pretends to push her own hair back instead. "No no, you can stay," she hums to Seldan before leaning forward with Patch to listen.

Her brows knit. "Yea yeah," she nods to Patch. "Get ya dri-"

Hugged! She laughs softly, returning it. "I'll shove ya into the snow again if you want me to cool ya off the madness," she teases before shaking her head. "Get ya drink, then lets talk 'bout this biz."

Intrigued, Seldan pauses, and settles down across from them, drink in hand. Not much more of it is likely to be drunk, but he seems prepared to wait however long is necessary, and listen when she is ready to talk. There's something faraway, reserved, in his demeanor, but it's smaller than it was.

"So, Samara here doesn't know much about them I suspect." Patch starts a little cautiously, a glance to Slixvah as she speaks with a shrug and wink. She's not trying to be mean. No. She's actually signaling the woman. "Truth of the matter is. There are several maps floating around that will soon be compared, but if there is a correlation and a match? We might have something dangerous right outside the city." she says, a bit more serious of tone as she gets to some of the matters at hand. "Seldan, I assume you know near a smuch as Stjepan?"

GAME: Patch rolls perform/sing: (4)+12: 16

"I am uncertain to what you refer, Patch, but the void agents may be something of which I am aware. Perhaps it is best, do you tell me what you have found," Seldan replies carefully. "I would ask your forgiveness." Samara sips on her soup, sky blue eyes bouncing between man and woman. She tilts her head slooowly to the side. "This about the thing...?" she inquires, referring to their mutual studies beforehand. A blink. "Ah, yes, the thing," she smacks her face.

Another looong sip. "Outside the city...?"

"Just like Stjepan. Cautious" Patch observes of Seldan, sighing and closing the book before her. It's some guild records she's managed to get her hands, but it seems the matter is unrelated. She slides the book off the table and into her lap to make room before her. "I'm talking about the worm holes, and the magus mounds. The others that lurk. A big jumbled puzzle that might soon be able to have actionable intelligence opportunities." she says to Seldan, blunt and with a shrug. "I know about the map you possess that shows the holes in the sea of mana. Stjepan let me peek at it when we ran into one another. I'm not for sure, but I know several locations that might need to be cross-referenced. One of them being..... that magus mound outside the city."

"So, I have to ask. When you investigate the location you visited, is that where you found one of the 'agents'?" Patch's eyes a bit fixated. "Because I am starting to get paranoid about the things I've seen come out of the ground, Seldan."

Suddenly, Seldan's understanding snaps into focus, and he nods, lowering his eyes. "Of course. Holy Dreamer, truly am I graced with Your wisdom," he prays abruptly, and for no apparent reason. He does look up to meet eyes when it is done, though. "I would ask your forgiveness. I have been caught up in other matters, and had wholly forgotten. The last time I touched this-" He trails off. "I was dangerously ill for some time afterwards, enough that I was returned to Ecclesia to recover." For a moment, he looks haunted. "There is one just outside the city, you say?"

Samara, curious as ever, is mentally filing away this information and comparing it to what she knows already. But she's just on the cusp of everything, so all the pieces aren't there.

Her brows raise. "... noted... erm like... where? 'cause I don't wanna use mojo and it have it blow up on me."

"This is where I need clarification, Samara." Patch's attention now coming back to the disguised woman. "Stjepan's map is of the holes in the sea of mana. Likely each being a void agent, or demon, or something used to disrupt the natural flow of mana. Cryosanthia mentioned finding a demon 'inside' the sea of mana, and was so sure it was the offender." she states with a sigh. "I find that unlikely. This was coordinated, and it wasn't just one enemy. Or so I am starting to gather."

"Because your party has found them, and so has others. If they're both speaking true." Patch's tone not dismissing the possibility of fabricated news, but it just seems unlikely. "SO, when you ran into this agent? What was the circumstance?" she asks. "I would like to know before I speak my mind about the magus mound and dragon bones."

"Not a demon," Seldan murmurs, eyes lowered, looking into his mug, although his shoulders jerk at the mention of Cryosanthia. "For even demons are themselves of creation, if twisted by the arrogance of the Tyrant. That creature in the Sea of Mana - was a creature of the Void itself. It was - consuming the Sea of Mana. It took the three - of Eluna, of Taara - " He scrubs the heels of his hands at his eyes, as if trying to remember. "I shall ask of Serene," he murmurs. "For in truth do I not recall the whole of it. If it is coordinated - there is another enemy, and it may have placed that creature."

Samara's face scrunches in a seriousness as such talks drop words such as demons and The Void. "I... huh," she tilts her head to the side. "Both of tha gods of magic ta do that. I wonder if such fluctuations 'cause mo' of my kind ta be 'round."

She's throwing noodles at the wall right now, since the scale and scope of these talks are far beyond what she's used to dealing with.

"Then our speculations might be correct." Patch's sigh a bit heavy as she looks back to Slixvah. "The void agents are the culprits, that's far more consistent with our theories. We haven't encountered any demons on this work." she notes, sitting back into her seat. "We know they're called forth through 'mirrors', Seldan." Patch finally admits to knowing about the 'others'. "It's theorized the mirrors to their realm form in a process a lot like how magicite is grown over time."

"It's worrying, because if they're shifting the ley lines, it means they're messing with all sorts of natural, and unnatural things. Slixvah and I detected residual magic like growning magicite deposits, but is it Magicite we'd find?"

"Yes," Seldan answers, staring into the bottom of his mug as if visually plumbing the depths of his memory. "Yes, you may well find magicite." His shoulders are tense, his demeanor retreating back into that quiet, almost impassive reserve. "I would hear what Stjepan has learned, and aid him if that is both welcome and needed. For dimly do I recall this. I am at your disposal, if you would have my aid on this, and I ask your forgiveness, for having forgotten it."

The polymorphed wood elf rubs her chin, getting to the bottom of her soup before switching to her warm cider. "Mhmm," she hums about Patch's point about residual magic. "Tho', the stuff found we theorized was... tainted somehow? The magic? Am I recallin' that right?"

Her pensive gaze slides over to Seldan, and a soft smile breaks across her lips. "It is good that ya wanna help, sugar, but don't beat yaself up fo' forgettin'. Ya plate is hella full. Don' worr' 'bout it."

"Stjepan, like all 'old' adventurers, have their secrets they keep." Patch's words to Seldan coming with a grin. "He's knowledgeable to a point, but the finer details of it elude him at times. More when we speak of the magical research. However, thanks to him, we have maps to compare, and if these points align. We're acting. All of us. I'd hope." her tone serious, but pragmatic as she ends with a laugh.

"That's a valid point, Slixvah." Patch surprised at the chiming Egalrin. "We're afraid it's not magicite. But mirrors. An invasion. Though, that's our 'end of an era' theory." Patch even using finger quotes with another laugh. "We're grasping at straws a lot like everyone else, but the more we work together, the clearer things will be."

"Stjepan is no mage," Seldan says at once, looking up. "He has a great deal of experience, and a few tricks, but he is not a scholar of magic. Still - this is important, and I had forgotten it. I have no excuses." He does not appear to be willing to let go of that so easily. "Her guidance is sure. I would see these maps again. It may aid me."

Samara snaps a finger gun towards Patch. "That's what we was thinkin'. Perhaps some deliberate poisoning attempt. But like she says, I don't wanna think it's too much more like world endin' stuff."

She rubs her face, sighing into her cup. "Aight aight. Forgiveness granted," she chuckles, waving a hand towards him like she was casting some spell that'd do it. "Perhaps da maps would jog ya memory. I ain't seen 'em, so I can't comment on 'em."

Incomplete!