Staffy
Tenebrae - Tuesday, March 04, 2014, 9:14 PM
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=<* A02: Lower Trades District *>=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=- The Lower Trades District is the home of the working man of Alexandria. The Lower Trades is divided, unofficially, into two parts: that controlled by the gobbers, and that controlled by the khazad. The two areas stand in contrast, one with a strong, almost formal architecture and a predilection for blacksmiths, the other a mixture of propped-up rubble and gunpowder. The latter's started to grow however, and take form with the aid of the more structured Arvek Nar. Still, the two stand as uneasy neighbors, though the oruch more easily work both sides, often in the spirit of a friendly, if competitive, warriors' competition that's unique to Alexandria, itself.
Here, the "khazad section" boasts a number of blacksmiths, glass smiths, artifice shops, and basic taverns, as well as any number of trades shops and eateries. The sweet tinge of oil, iron, and spiced BBQ is everywhere. Shrines to Reos, or marks of the same, are found over most doorways, in homage to the khazad Mountain Father and World Smith.
Mikilos exits a glassblower shop, pauseing a few moments to carefully tuck a large package into his pack. Offering another round of thanks to the khazad inside, the wizard calls a small ball of light to illuminate the way as he heads across the market. Such spells also offer a bit of warning to the less savory locals. 'I'm a wizard and I got magic to spare. Punk.'
Word has spread lately about the house that was cursed with a necromantic circle, and how members from the Vardamite temple purged this evil from the house. Which brings us to the here and now, and the fact that a dark elf in robes is walking through the marketplace. Her left hand and forearm is taped rather heavily, but otherwise, she seems fine, but view with suspicion as she looks at a few candles at an open candle vendor.
Cesran comes walking out of goblin town and he is having an animated argument with is staff, "I don't are how short he is, all goblins are shorter then humans you did not have to call him shortie. He is a valued contact that I have in goblin town and a friend." The staff huffs, "It was nothing I was just teasing he should understand that I meant no harm by it."
Mikilos's brow quirks with intrest, spying a large, bright white candle, with a particular set of golen runes upon it. A magic artifact? Alas, no, merely a clearly labled replica, though naturally the label small enough to draw one close to the stall before it can be read. "Ah well. Oh, hello miss. How are you?" Hearing a pair of familiar voices, Mikilos glances their way, offering a wave of greeting.
Namira looks to Mikilos and smiles a bit. "Greetings." She says in Sildanyari before she flexes the fingers of her left hand. "How are you today?" She says to Mikilos before she sees the wizard openly arguing with his staff. "When the voices in your head migrate to an inanimate object, does that mean you're going sane?"
Cesran sighs softly, "That's enough Ral-sara, you were rude and next time you will apologize to him." The crystal dragon head on top of the staff snorts, "Fine." The head and mouth moves. Cesran spots Mikilos and he nods to him, "Hello Mikilos." He looks over to Namira, "I'm not crazy, the staff is alive."
Mikilos grins, glancing sidelong to Namira. "I think if your voice can grow strong enough to move out, hope is lost. But fairly sure in this case she didn't start as a voice in his head." The elf eyes the fellow wizard and he's staff for a moment. "...fairly sure..."
Namira says, "You never know." She says with a soft giggle, wincing since she used her left hand to cover her mouth. "So you can't use it as firewood when you grow tired of it?" She then looks to the staff and tilts her head. "I'm joking, and I apologize, noble staff. I am Namira Aldor of the Lady's Absolution. What is your name?" And she's pointedly asking the staff it's name first."
Cesran chuckles, "Correct I can't nor would I ever wish to." The staff speaks up, "You can call me Ral-sara. Cesran says that it's a name that everyone can understand." The staff does talk its mouth and head moving. Cesran nods, 'It's nice to meet you Namira."
Mikilos ehs. "I still think 'Staffy' would be easier to remember."
Namira says, "You're one to talk, Mithralla." She says teasingly to Mikilos. "Ral-sara huh? I think I can remember that." She then looks to Cesran and tilts her head. "What about you? Or are you a really good ventriloquist?" She says with a chuckle and a teasing smile."
Cesran smiles, "My name is Cesran and I'd be careful Mikilos, she has a mind of her own and access to magic." Cesran laughs a little bit, "No I'm not although I have some illusion spells that would be hard to tell from reality." Ral-sara snorts, "Trust me we are two different beings."
Mikilos mmms, less concerned than he might be. "I've a mind of my own, and access to a fair touch of magic as well. Think I'll be alright." One might note he didn't offer any additional annoyance.
Namira chuckles a bit more. "So if he twirls you around, do you barf wood chips? Do you even have a stomach?" Lots of questions from this one. "Can you feel things around you? Other than his hand around your neck?" Most of these are definitely jokes, but are only partly serious.
Cesran nods, "I know you do Mikilos and so does she." The staff snorts, "That's absurd, I don't eat, but I can breath fire. Cesran knows better then to whirl me around. I can see and feel things around me."
Mikilos ponders a few moments. "Isn't really 'breathing' fire, is it? I mean, we all understand more or less what will happen should you do so, but that's not actual brathing."
Namira says, "I'm pretty sure it's a metaphor, Mikilos." She then shrugs a bit. "That answers a few things about you I wanted to know, Ral-sara. I'm glad you were able to take the absurd questions with good humor." She says softly before looking to Cesran. "quite a creation." She says softly, lightly flexing her left hand."
Cesran nods, 'Yes we all know that it's just the burning hands, but it is an impressive display." Ral-sara smiles, "It's all right I'm used to explaining things to those with lesser minds." Cersan frowns, "Ral-sara that was unkind. Namira has been nothing but kind to you." Ral-sara rolls her eyes, "Again I was teasing."
Mikilos eyes the staff a few moments. "I think I'd be intrested to play a couple games of chess with you Ral-Sara. Or perhaps Go."
Namira smiles. 'I can tell he was teasing. There are some benefits to being an elf, despite the dark heritage." She then smiles to Mikilos. "I know I would lose to you all in any sort of strategy game. Most of my strength is in my faith.' She says before she lifts her left hand, and the fingers twitch a couple of times. 'Speaking of faith, I should head back to the temple. It's going to take a little bit for my hand to heal."
Cesran nods, "Good I'm glad. She can be quite mouthy sometimes." He hmms, "She's quiet a good player of all games." The staff nods, "Of course I am I have a brilliant mind." Cesran nods, "I hope your hand feels better."
Mikilos mmms. "You say you've a brilliant mind. I've only evidence of a scarcastic one." He smiles, and glances over to Namira. "A game of faith? Poker, perhaps? Regardless, what exactly happened to your hand, anyway?"
Namira looks back to Cesran and Mikilos. "The ritual against the Necromantic circle happened. I was holding a candle during the ritual and hot wax ran over my hand during the last part of the ritual. A test of faith......"
Cesran ahs a little bit, "Well I hope your hand heals soon. I recently helped to clear out a forest of the evil necromatic influence. There was a lot of undead."
Mikilos frowns mildly. "What sort of candle? Regular tallow or beeswax shouldn't have caused a significant burn." He glances to Cesran. "In Dragonier? I'd heard something of that. Am glad the effort went well."
Namira looks to Mikilos. "It was a normal candle, but at the end of the ritual, the flame wasn't orange, or yellow.......the flame turned grey. As did the other five candles in the ritual." She says lifting her hand to her chest, and closing her hand, wincing in pain as she does so. "And when it happened, and the elder Mourner commanded, we broke the ritual with our Khopesh blades. I held part of the Grey Harpist's power in my hand at that moment when we broke the circle. So instead of using her blessing to cure the burn in my hand, it shall heal naturally."
Cesran nods, "Yes in Dragonier. It was a great victory to restore that forest, hopefully it will stand as a beacon of hope." He leans against his staff. "I see must have been some ritual."
Mikilos nods thoughtfully. "Magic flames, espically divine magics, have a habit of breaking the normal rules. Still, I'm glad your ritual was a success as well."
Namira nods to them both. "We had to defend the clerics from being dragged, or tricked into the middle of the room. Something was there, but it's no longer there." she then smiles and begins to walk east. "Thank you for treating me kindly. I know my kind isn't trusted here." She says before giving a curtsey, and turning back to head east.
Cesran nods, "I have research that I should be getting to. It was good to see you both I hope we can converse later."
Mikilos blinks at Namira. "What, paladins? Might be a bit dull, but still welcome, and certainly trusted." He's likely kidding.
Namira looks to Mikilos. "no. Mul'niessa."
Mikilos looks to Namira, glances to Cesran, and looks back. "Mul'niessa what?" No, he's not dense. But he is stubborn.
Namira giggles lightly, but continues to walk. "Mul'niessa aren't trusted in Alexandria, or anywhere, and with good reason." She says before disappearing around a corner.
Cesran nods as he takes his leave as well with his staff.
Mikilos tsks mildly, and shrugs, heading off on his own path.