The Daze: The Tower

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The Daze: The Tower

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The Dream
Last night was full of dreams, unsettling ones indeed. Each of you remembers to have dreamed something that you have never dreamed about before. You dreamt about the moment when you meet each other, however briefly it was. Then the dream turned dark and unsettling, as images of the ruined tower of Umbrasol takes the scene. A groan filled your dream, and as you approached the tower it became louder and louder, until you woke up. Covered in sweat and shaking, you had to force yourself to calm down before you could go back to sleep. The next day you remember the dream vaguely, as if it was being erased from your memory.
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Rachel
It was going to be one of these days. The tavern was full and she got called in to help. If only they knew you were studying such important scrolls! You mentally sighed and came in to the inn. By 5 pm you were already super tired, and the show was just getting started. As patron after patron came in, your gaze lingered a little bit on Yarl. You`ve known him from almost all your life, he has always been gentle, if a little secluded in his work. As your eyes linger for a little on him, enough for him to notice, the familiar elf enters the tavern. You`ve known him from a few years back, when he came into town. But you cannot react, as after him comes the hunter, Reva. Your cousins have told her a thousand times to use the backdoor, but there she was again, hauling a big bag of game by the front door.

Alanari
As it has became a sort of tradition for you, you find yourself at the Tapperly Inn, the local tavern. The dusk seems to be some sort of love potion for you with this place, feeling drawn to the inn once the shadows become large and slender. As you push the door open, the smell of roasted meat and spilled beer fill your nostrils. You take a deep breath in, this was what you came here for. You notice several patrons that you see regularly, along with a couple oddities. The Tapperly girl was here today, something you did not fail to notice, since the young lady does catch the eye. For some reason she seems oddly attractive to you, as if she was elven, even you know for a fact that she is a human.

Mot
Ah the late evening. What an amazing time of the day. The morning is to cold this season, but the warm midday and the warmer evening of the fall are just perfect. Perfect for earning some copper. The Tapperly family had call for you earlier, they had a rat infestation in their basement and there was no way to get rid of the vermin, or so they claimed. With a knowing smile you agreed to came later, disguising the reason behind "rat behaviour". In reality, this was a perfect time to snatch some good treats from the patrons. Tonight, as you push the door open, not without some effort, you have to dodge a dangerous looking elf to take a good look inside; you notice a few of your customers, like Yarl the smith. You also notice Reva entering behind you, the tough looking woman you met in Umbrasol a few winters back. She almost crushes you under a big sac of carcasses, you assume she did not saw you.

Reva
Hauling the hunt from Umbrasol to the Tapperly inn has always been a drag. Quite literally. Today is no exception, as the Inn has a busy night and has requested double the amount of game. As usual you ignore the request of getting in the inn by the back, and you push an elf out of the way as you push a big sack of asorted game in. Just as you setle the big bag down you see Mot dodging the big sac of meat, jumping to the side.

Yarl
The day at the smithy was a particularly difficult and heavy one. Your mother has taken the job of loading you with work, so that you do not have enough time to visit Shordin, and today she had done an excellent job, otherwise you-d have not found yourself in the darling company of a big pint of beer at the Tapperly inn. From your seat you can see Rachel stare at you for a moment, which was not bad, she was lovely, if a little bit odd. She made you think of Shordin, somehow they were both alike. When you were in your head, there was alittle ruckus at the door, and you snapped out of your day-dreaming when a rough looking woman almost smashes one of the patrons with a sac full of what appears to be meat.

Thadd
The dream has sparked a joyous day indeed in the life of The Great Thaddeous. Undoubtly sent by his deity, such a purposeful dream was meant to guide him to Glory and reknown! Hopefully also treasure, god knows it is hard to sustain the first two without a decent amount of money. Whatever had happened in that old tower needed to be sorted out, and he needed to be at the front shouting the “charge” order. How could it be a glorious battle without a cavalry charge? There was surely going to be a battle, right? Thadd surely hoped so.
As he strides purposefully to the Inn, his mind thought of one thing, and one thing only; to gather the most illustrious group of adventurers Solmir had ever seen. Much to his surprise, the moment he pushed the door open, the three persons in front of him couldn't deviate more from the image he had in his head.
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The Shadowdancer / Alanari Fal'll
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A woman smiles, ears pointed, wisdom in her eyes. Was there disgust too?

A lizard who walks on two legs, scurrying after something small and black. Did he fear him?

A huntress passes him by on the street, their arms bump and she drops something bloody. Did she blame him?

A smith inspects his favored dagger, supplies out and ready to wipe clean the bloodstains. Would he wonder why?

A knight stands tall on the street corner singing his boasts, for just a moment their eyes meet. Was he judged dangerous?

The sounds of a dream he hardly knew echo throughout his thoughts as he wakes to a mid-day sun, his equivalent of an early morning rise. His work was always best done when it's dark and the shadows were plentiful, and even now the nights serve him well for his nightly patrols. The guardsman of this town did not trust him quickly, thinking him some bandit spy infiltrating their ranks to weaken their defenses to an attack. Yet there hasn't been an attack in over a century. Their role in this township were largely ceremonial aside from dealing with the rowdy drunks and petty disputes between neighbors. At night it's much the same, yet for some reason the forest feels all the more sinister.

He's earned their trust by now, keeping the curious away from the dangerous woods as well as keeping back the odd beast that wanders too close. Friends they are not but allies they have become. Not to say that he wasn't unfriendly with them, much to the contrary. Alanari enjoyed talking with his fellows at the barracks as they came back from their patrols as much as they glances away from his face, those in lockup for the night to sleep of their drink were often a hilarious sort themselves when they rambled when awake or mumbled in their sleep. It was them who had issues with him, or perhaps more accurate to say his looks and general state of unwash. It was hardly blame-worthy for them to be uneased.

There were a few hours yet before his shift begun, and the tavern offered him the perfect locale for a hearty diner, or was it lunch? There was a woman nearby, that sightly girl with her dark braided hair. It was hard to fight that smile of his at her when he caught her eyes, the left corner of his lips not quite raising. Something about his facial muscles being damaged too much from the cut across his mouth as far as he understood. That doctor may as well have spoken in tongues when the man tried to elaborate further.

Someone pushed against him, that girl who frequented the forest for game. It seemed as though they bumped into one another quite a lot over the years in the most literal sense of that word. An apology was on his lips for being too distracted by his thoughts that he failed to notice her, when the inn's door opened wide yet again. It seemed as if he'd stumbled in at the very tip of this evening's 'rush hour' hasn't it?

Alanari offered the humans his best regretful smile while shrugging his shoulders before moving back around to find himself an open space at the bar. Standing around immersed in his thoughts would only earn him the ire of future drunks. "I wonder if they have any beef this evening? Ah, with my luck the noon rush has already emptied their larder..."
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Yarl Bloodworth

It was an odd memory to be reliving. A sunny Spring day and Yarl was awake before the birds stoking the furnace for long day of smithing ahead. A slip of a girl knocks gently at the open doorway. It was that girl from the Inn. She asked if he could repair a butcher knife that had somehow cracked near the tong. "How did you manage to break this blade there?" he asked. And she said it wasn't her. She just didn't want he brother to get in trouble so she was hoping it could be repaired quickly. He looked at her regretfully and said it would probably be the better part of the day before he get it back to her. She said she'd come back the next morning to pick it up and hoped no one would notice the blade was missing. Yarl shrugged and said okay. And she slipped back out into the pre-dawn light. There was a scream and he rushed outside. The town was on fire. No wait. That's not what had happened. What was going on?

Yarl is disturbed by a commotion over by the door to the inn. He watches the ratcatcher nearly get knocked over by the hunter's haul. The dream flees from his head as he chuckles to himself and takes a drink. Then he spies the barmaid and the fires from the dream peak into his mind and fade just as quickly. He feels anxious for no reason and takes a drink to steady his nerves.
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Rachel Tapperly

-Part 1 (Last night):

Flynn, the old bard who had taught her so much, had often expounded that "dreams were views of what was going on in one's mind, below the level of waking thoughts" and they were supposed to be the fuel that fed the fires of creativity. That hadn't meant a lot when he had first told her, and it didn't make a lot of sense now, as Rachel woke suddenly in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and tangled in the blankets of her bed. It took her a moment to realize just where she was- she wasn't used to having the whole cottage all to herself, since her grandparents were staying at the inn full time now.

And by the time she DID understand where she was, she could feel the dream fading from her mind, each deep breath washing the details away like the tide scouring the sand as it came in. Which was nearly as unsettling as the dream itself had been, since Rachel was not used to simply forgetting things. She could remember nearly the entire inventory of every storeroom in her family's inn, and every word of a song Flynn had taught her years ago. But this dream, strange as it had been, was fading...

She struggled out of the blankets and fumbled it the darkness until she could find a candle, lighting it in the banked embers of the fireplace. Another few moments in the flickering candlelight found a scrap of paper from one of her projects, and a stray grease pencil. Mumbling to herself the details she could remember, she sketched a quick crude drawing of that mysterious tower. The names and faces had been familiar ones- she felt she could remember those...

As the last wisps of the dream faded, she dragged herself back into the bed- it WAS the middle of the night, after all, and she was probably going to be working at the inn all day tomorrow. She was asleep again in moments, never noticing that the scrap of paper had slipped off the desk and under the bed- but surely she would remember, and look for it in the morning...
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Rachel Tapperly
-Part 2 (Today):

She had awakened late, especially by her own standards, to the sound of one of her cousins pounding on the cottage door. The inn was already busy, and why wasn't she down there yet...

She rushed through her morning- somewhere in the back of her mind she thought she remembered waking up in the middle of the night, to some sort of strange dream. Had that even been real? And if it was, why couldn't she remember it? She remembered everything...

By the time she made it down to the inn, just finishing a rough braid of her hair, last night was all a distant blur. She pulled on an apron as soon as she walked in the door- and after that there was too much else to think about. The breakfast rush, with that merchant and his peculiar appetite for eggs done one specific way, remembering which storeroom those mushrooms were in...

By evening, it had become just another day- a bruising, confusing BUSY day. Last night, whatever had happened seemed very long ago indeed. She wasn't quite sure what had brought it back to mind... Maybe the sight of Yarl, which brought a bit of a smile, as he was one of the few folk in town whose mind managed to hold more than mundane thoughts. Gods, how long HAD she known him? Or perhaps the elf- she remembered the first time she had seen him, and tried to speak in elvish, proud of the few words she was SO SURE she was pronouncing correctly, only to have him look at her in confusion (it was only later that she learned that he spoke less of the language than she did).

Or maybe Mot? She knew she had been thinking about the little fellow. She meant to hire him to do his tricks, and make sure the cottage was free of rats, now that it was her place. Maybe that was it? And even as she looked at the kobold, there was the huntress, dragging a bag of something- Rachel hoped it was some of the game they had ordered, or else tonight's dinner portions might be a bit thin. She put her serving tray down on the bar and started in that direction- maybe she would be in time to forestall an angry shout from her uncle behind the bar...

Even as she started moving, the front door swung open and there was that new fellow, the knight. Broad-shouldered, good voice, winning smile- it was a shame he didn't have a lick of common sense
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Mot squeeked as the carcass-bearing woman nearly bowls Mot over. The fresh kill did smell good, but would smell better after the mistress of the kitchens worked her spice-omancy on it. Mot immediately bowed apology for being in the huntresses way.

Mot was supposed to wait til after dinner rush claiming apologetically that Mot didn't want any hint of the poisons to find their way into the evening meals. Mot was certain the Tapperlys did not want this as well and said as much. They agreed and Mot got a certain amount of meals free in recompense for mot's forethought and service. Mot was going to use one of those now but Mot didn't want to sit alone. It may have been Mot's imaginings (an imagination that was working overwell if the sleep pictures that plagued Mot were any indication) but the shiny human, Thadd, seemed to glare at Mot for the crime of existing whenever Mot passed close.

Mot goes up to the burly blacksmith.

"Hi Master Bloodworth, is smithy and home still free of rats? Mot can come back if need." Mot offers. Then the kobold's eyes light up. "Oh! Mot still has blade-payment for last job." he shows the well-oiled and well-keened small knife. "Mot takes care good of it." Mot says excitedly.
"Something pithy this way comes."
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Yarl Bloodworth

"I have not seen any rats recently," Yarl says, somewhat happy to be interrupted from his thoughts. He indicate an empty seat at the table in case Mot wants to sit. "In the summer, rats find the forge far too hot, as you know. It hasn't gotten very cold lately. But when it does I'm sure they'll try to hide from you among my stores of metals. Maybe a month from now you could stop by and check for the vermin."
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Mot eagerly scrabbles into the overlarge seat. "Yes, yes, Mot will check back."

"And yes... Mot is cold in mornings." Mot wraps arms around Motself and shakes purposefully. "But will get colder soon."

"It must be cold at nights too." Mot says, barely stifling a yawn. "Mot's not been sleeping well."
"Something pithy this way comes."
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Yarl Bloodworth

Yarl realizes he is not sure where Mot sleeps at night but before he can say anything Mot says "Mot's not been sleeping well."

"Oh?" Yarl says, thinking back to last night. "Funny, I had a rough night myself last night. A weirdly persistent dream that I really cannot recall at the moment. Odd."
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"Mot dreams of fear." Mot says in a small voice, looking down at his hands, unable to look up.
"Something pithy this way comes."
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Yarl Bloodworth

"Hey, Mot, that's okay. Everyone is scared sometimes," he says. "Yes, even a big guy like me." He points at Thaddeorodorus, "Even him, he just will never tell you he's afraid. But he fells fear. Everyone does. And those who really don't, well, they probably don't fell love or goodness or empathy either. And that would be scary, right?"
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THADDEODORUS HIGHBORN – THADD THE GREAT
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Thaddeodorus Highborn, known to himself (and his mother) as Thadd the Great, strode with purpose to the Tapperly Inn.

When the bards weave their tales of his greatness, the songs would begin with this day, he mused. The day after the dream that was sent to him by Therin, Goddess of Light, that would set him on the path to greatness. Even though the dream faded as the day went on, there was no doubting its significance.

He could vaguely remember the faces of his comrades in the dream but as the day went on, the vision of the group he led in the dream took shape. As he recalled, they were:

A reluctant mighty warrior, probably a half-orc, who could fight almost as well as he that didn’t like the battle, but he would be so inspired by Thadd’s leadership that he would come out of his shell and become a smiter of great renown.

A crafty human female fighter who would strike hard and fast at his direction as she tried to contain her romantic feelings for him.

A sneaky halfling rogue that whose mischievous streak would lead to many situations where the Great One would have to use his charisma to talk them out of but whose pluck would aid the party when they needed it most.

A brooding dark elf assassin that he would butt heads with initially but he would eventually win over with his Greatness and they would become respected allies and the assassin would become his number two and enforce Thadd’s will whenever anyone else would get out of line.

And a elven female mage who would come off smarter than he but in the end she would realize that his genius was more…subtle and would fall in line with his leadership and use her powers to finish off the villains when he helped her pick the perfect spell. And she also had romantic feelings for him…

Yes, a party of adventurers fit for his leadership. And they would be found here. He paused just before he opened the door and smiled. “The road to epic starts here…” he said under his breath as he threw open the door.

He took a moment to let his silhouette, majestically outlined in the setting sun, cast the appropriate amount of awesomeness as he searched the Inn for the lucky few who would join him in this quest.

And he searched.

And searched again.

Hmmmm…

Perhaps they were coming later?


Oh well, destiny operates on its own schedule, I suppose. That meant he had time for a pint, at least. Seeing Yarl point at him, he decided to stroll over. The young blacksmith had done some work for he and his mentor Eldorian so he decided to sit with him. Conversing with the common folk is something great heroes should do to maintain the connection with those he would be protecting as a reminder of why he does it, he reminded himself. In addition to the fame and wealth of course.

"Hello, my blacksmith friend," Thadd the Great said with his usual bravado as he eased past the woman lugging caracasses through the inn. "Might I join you and your, um, lizard...person...thing...um...acquaintance this fine evening for a drink? I am awaiting some compatriots that expect to arrive in short order. The next drink is on me!"
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Yarl Bloodworth

"Join me, Great Thadd. Your drinks are most welcome," Yarl said with as straight a face as he could muster. The young knight did give him a lot of business. "This is Mot. I do not believe he is actually a lizard, though. How is Eldorian? Have you witnessed any more of your mentor's great deeds of his since last we spoke?" Yarl couldn't help ask about the exploits of someone else just to see the face Thadd made.
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The Shadowdancer / Alanari Fal'll
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Alanari paused in the midst of the bar, finding himself glancing toward the slowly growing group at a table farther away. How strange he would think to himself, to see three of the five from his dream gathered together. His eyes glances again to the scholarly woman, before flashing over to that gruff girl whom shoved him aside so casually.

Shaking his head with a smile, he dismissed it all away as mere coincidence. Still, he couldn't help be drawn to the table.

"Acquaintances, M'lord?" He spoke, a teasing lilt to the title rather then something respectful. "I hope you're not planning on causing us much trouble this night."
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Reva Vanel
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Condition : cranky

Reva grumbled under her breath as she packed the last bit of game into a large bag to drag back to the Tapperly Inn.

"Why in the world would they need double the amount of game ? Did the population double since last week, or is everyone just twice as hungry ?
No matter - double the game means double the pay !"
she continued with a smirk as she set on her way.

She just wished her trouble with last night's dream was as easy to resolve - in it, she was leading a group somewhere. Or not. Was that castle somewhere she'd actually been, or just an image conjured from tales heard elsewhere ?

"I'll worry about that later." she mused as she entered the Inn by the most efficient way (through the front door), bumping into the nightwatchman, Alanari.

"Sinope would use him as an example of what happens when you fight up close. And why you shouldn't."

She noted that Rachel was here, along with Yarl the blacksmith, talking with that swaggering knight. And Granton's ward, the ratcatcher Mot.

"As requested, the extra game for tonight's dinner has been delivered."
she stated to Rachel, "Need anything else ?"
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