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[korekore]

The town of Holt, located some 50 miles northwest of Nexus, was a odd contrast to the teeming city of trade. Thatch houses congregated around a city center with a population of maybe 600 mostly around the surrounding farms, the people were relatively simple almost in forced contrast to their near neighbor and best trading partner. Out away from the swamp rice farms of Nexus the town of Holt supplied the grain and meat to the middle class of the great trading city who could not afford the import costs on better food. The inn was a large affair with a great variety of rooms for different money situations, and different levels of privacy. The sign seemed to have been horribly weathered but was still oddly legible as the Crimson Lute.

*to DalacMan* (this is the place your contact with the group has told you that they will be leading them to any prep work you wish to do here for their arrival is up to you or any exploration in the town itself)

Edited by korekore, 22 October 2010 - 08:05 PM.

[DalacMan]

Collais wasn't an exaltant beauty like some of her family members, but she was far from mundane. She was sultry beauty, deep red hair and the soft smell of embers floating around her, her looks betrayed her lineage as one of those touched by the Dragons. Her pale flawless skin and soft hands betrayed an easy life of luxury. Now what someone like this was doing in such a small town would have posed a lot of questions, but the money, and the guards surrounding her, made sure the people kept their mouths shut.

Wandering through out the small town didn't take very long, but it had a quaint and subtle beauty to it. The people going about their duty to their liege, living their small lives. They were all small people, unaware of the sheer chaos that surrounded them and threatened to destroy them and their very small lives.

Collais walked back to the Crimson Lute, the thoughts about what was to come and what was required of her consumed her, and she barely thought of the two guards and assistant that walked next to her. Inside the tavern, Collais sat at a private booth away from the rabble that crowded the bar and main floor. The two guards took positions on either side of the booth, preventing unwanted guests."Oh my, when did this all get so convoluted my love?" she said, gesturing to the beautiful woman that accompanied her "It just seems so hard these days"with a deep sigh and the approach of the waiter she ordered a hard drink and small meal. Knowing better than to speak during her meal, the beautiful woman at Collais side kept her mouth shut and demurely waited for mistress to finish.

Finishing the drink and food, Collais collected herself and looked back to the woman at her side. "Now, when was it that we were to meet these people? Im not a woman who likes to wait, even for people of this calibur."

[korekore]

your beautiful servant Ostilia whispers to you " We are still within the projected time milady, would you like some music to pass the time?"
the main room is full of travelers and farmers drinking, eating and living, a painting on the wall shows Mt Meru viewed from the imperial city at noon, a sight you have seen personally not long ago. The need for you to be here mirrored in the reminder of stability that is the pole of earth, with the realm at the brink of collapse, the threshold in revolt, and civil war on the horizon the picture may well depict a lie, the stability of the center proven false and all beyond it may fall to the chaos of the era.

Edited by korekore, 27 October 2010 - 04:18 AM.

[DalacMan]

The stability of the realm concerned Collais. Her mind wandered from the grim prospect of the what might happen if someone didn't take control and found its way to back to current times. "Ostilia, my beauty, I think Taiko and Fakun are taking a little too long. I worry for them. I know Taiko is a dependable young thing, but wandering down in those rice fields and under the city worries me. What if he mislead them and got lost, or something unknown horror gobbled my Little Drum up? i just couldnt take it!" Collais was being overdramatic on purpose, but it was the only thing she could do not to die from boredom in this small town.

Edited by DalacMan, 11 November 2010 - 10:40 PM.

[LadyofAvalon]

Sai was nothing special to look at, her skin was pale, her hair was straight and black, and her eyes a gentle green. It was not an unpleasant combination, but it contained none of that "other" quality that sets some people apart. Therefor it came as no surprise to her that she and her traveling companion had hardly been given a second look as they made their way to Holt.

Now, as they approached the inn, she felt her apprehension rising, although she had heard nothing but good about the woman she was about to meet, this was so far removed from anything her life had been up till now that it was terrifying. Upon reaching the door she looked to her side at the tiger that had been following them since it had saved her in Nexus and wondered (not for the first time) what in creation was driving it to act so unusually. "I think you'll need to stay here, I doubt they allow tigers in inns" she said before realizing with a blink that she was talking to a tiger in broad daylight, with a blush she hurried over the threshold. She was led to a private table beyond the crowd of the main room, she hesitated at the sight of the guards and then stopped dead at the sight of their mistress. The woman was stunning, there was no other word for it, everything from her flawless skin to her luxurious hair to the grace with which she held herself. The kiss of the dragon that undeniably flowed through her veins only enhanced her beauty, adding an exotic and dangerous quality. Sai realized that she was staring, blushed deeply, and bowed. "I...um...I...I...it's a pleasure to m-meet you" she stammered, embarrassed beyond belief; what a first impression, she must look like a fool and a rude one at that.

[DalacMan]

"Fakun!" Collais reprimanded "What in Malfeas took you so long! I had grown to think the Wyld hunt had actually grown competent." She moved on, and Fakun knew better than to interupt her when their was business at hand. The two guards moved quickly out of the way as Collais stood to meet her guest. The young girl that Fakun had brought to her seemed shy, and embarrassed. How cute. "My darling, I am Mnemon Sefen Collais, and you may call me Collais." Gesturing to the seat next to her "Please, have a seat and we shall discuss your, shall we say, "delicate" circumstances."

Edited by DalacMan, 12 December 2010 - 07:38 AM.

[LadyofAvalon]

Sai jumped a little, murmured "thank you", and tried not to trip over her feet as she sat down. Unsure what to do she shifted uncomfortably for a moment or two before blurting "about uh, what happened...I mean...what, uh, how...I mean...what do I do? What now?". Embarrassed by her outburst Sai lapsed into silence and looked down at her hands.

[DalacMan]

Collais regarded the Sun Queen warmly."Well my dear, i think a good place to start would be your name. After that we can get into more complicated matters, like what being a Lawgiver really means for you" 'and more importantly, Me' Collais thought to herself.

[LadyofAvalon]

"I, oh, of course...my name is Sai Hitsu, daughter of Rikoto Hitsu of Nexus". Though still feeling foolish and out of sorts, Sai found her self beginning to warm to the majestic woman beside her and slowly lifted her eyes up from her hands "he's a doctor for several of the merchants there".

[shadowofdeath]

Sha'Morath stepped gracefully down the road into Holt, long sun-scarred legs carried him quickly towards the tavern he seeked.

Sha'morath looked quite unremarkable as he walked, as he had taken pains to disguise himself given the number of eyes that watched for him. Even so, the power he held leaked out and betrayed him, making rough and calloused hands, wrapped with -coarse linen -curl into fists and gold tinged grey eyes watch every shadow and inspect every stranger that glanced at him. Long locks of raven hair, unkempt and dirty with the dust of travel still managed to win free of the cloth that bound it; and fall to rest on wide shoulders. Garbed as he was in a simple grey smock and loose fitting trousers, the occasional clink and whisper of grating metal gave away the mismatched chainmail and leather armor he wore beneath. in his hand he clutched appeared to be a long staff, swathed in dirty silk.
Sha'Morath knew that the weapon was shamed by the horrid cloth he covered it with, but he dared not remove the fabric, the Great spear's appearance would give him away in an instant.

Edited by shadowofdeath, 12 December 2010 - 12:27 PM.

[korekore]

*to shadowofdeath* people move out of your way for your sheer bulk and the imposing figure that you are even covered in beggars rags, the inn is easy enough to find a tiger sits demurely outside and eyes you, no one else is entering the bar for fear of it and a guard is eying it warily. Within the bar many people sit in loud conversation very actively working to ignore the obviously rich dragon blood and guards sitting at the large table in the back, she meets the description of the one who is suppose to be able to give you aid,

[nevermindbaby]

Isiro, a man of no particularly impressive strength or beauty, entered the bar. He was not quite as afraid of the tiger as some might be, but the sparrow peeking out of his loose green jacket fluttered and chirped, betraying her fear. She retreated into her little sewn pocket where she hid most often. "Oh, hush," Isiro murmured to the little bird without looking to his little Nightingale. Isiro was dusty with travel and his plain squarish face was lined with grime and weariness, his boots shredded and shiny with patched where the leather had been rubbed thin. Isiro was well aware that, under normal circumstances, no one would pay him any heed whilst he remained silent.

He scanned the room, searching for the description the agent had given him. It was full of people, though he needed to find but one. A pale skinned woman of subtle beauty and hair of red, that was the gist of his new benefactress' description. And lo, there she was . . . already meeting with a young woman who seemed to have all the sweetness and innocence of youth. He knew not who this girl was. When he approached, he inclined his head slightly. "My lady," he said, respectfully.

[DalacMan]

"It seems fate would conspire to hand me all my friends at once" Collais said, noting the hulking figure in the back "but where are my manners, i am Mnemon Sefen Collais. I would be patron and protector if you would allow me it. Now, what might be your name, or Lawgiver?"

[nevermindbaby]

"Fate is so often cruel," he said pleasantly, noting the words 'patron' and 'protector' and wondering as to the truth behind them. He smiled and nodded to the other girl; one such as he, he thought. "Tis a refreshing change to have it twist one's own way, wouldn't you say? I am sometimes called Isiro, if it please you."

[DalacMan]

"It does. The twists of fate are many and imperceptible, and i do not to pretend to know them, but when fortune blows a strong arm and a soft voice my way, I am not one to deny its gifts." she said, positioning herself in the booth non-threateningly, but giving her full view of the man behind Isiro. "I am a woman of many gifts, and birth and status rank high among them. The boons of which I am willing to share with those who need them. It is true that i am here at the behest of another, but my Grandmother wishes only that i retain your favor and your presence, and does not mention the specifics about where your presence takes me or how your favor is garnered. Please have a seat, and we shall discuss with Ms. Hitsu here the nature of our relationship."