Whispers of War... Toraroth a plane is a calm world with only the small evils and small goods no great threat until about 410 years ago when the Diist bok (First age) ended it is the Ziist bok(Second Age) and rumors have started to run through the minds of the citizens that war is coming some people are saying it’s the elves with their prophecies and ‘immortality’. Some say that humanity in the Land of the Calad are going to eradicate the evils of this world making for humans and humans only. But it is only rumors right… You in your 'respective' places in the city of Ranya City in the providence of Ara’Mor (Dragon tongue for Land of the Free) near the sea of Ara. You are sent a letter with 10 gold pieces on it saying. 'Hello lady or gentleman I am Faelen a bard that is looking to hire someone to do jobs for me but I will not ask the regular parties I am looking for the oddities of the city if you are sent this your a select few. Come your hopes and desires will come true. If you seek riches they will be yours the girl of your dreams of course. Honour and respect instead of being shunned and seen as an outcast will be long gone once you take upon this quest. Come to the Nine Balrog Inn I am the Bard telling stories and secrets to the old and the young...' It seems convincing see that your in the slums or the wizardy would not take you in this city... (@Vanestus @TechCaptain @TuskatheDaemonKilla)
Malrak woke up in the usual alley way he tended to sleep in when someone of something threw a heavy note at him. He wasn't able to get up fast enough to see who threw it but he did see that the note had some coin in it. Upon opening it and pocketing the coin he read the note, this was interesting no one had really given him a job by exclaiming how he will be praised for what he will do. Granted most of his other jobs involved less honorable tasks like spying, tracking, stalking, sabotage or just plain assassination. He stood up and stretched and grabbed his black leather cloak he had been using as a blanket and headed towards the inn named in the note.
A courier somehow found him on the road and passed him this letter which is now in his pocket. Kiron had his hood up as he traveled to the Inn mentioned in said letter. His features are obscured in the shadows of his hood and his helm. As he traveled he wondered who had the power to break threw his luck to find him or maybe this was a trap. That woukd be his luck that this a another bad job. No matter, work is work and anyone foolish enough to try to trap him will know how unlucky a black cat can be. Beside him a panther was slipping in and out of shadows, no seeming real at all.
<Ranya> The hustle an bustle of the city is pretty normal considering this city is one of the biggest places for fish in Toraroth. As you walk through town you aren't given glares this place is so diverse even the evil Drow are welcome in this city with open arms. The guards and wizard guards give you a hardy "Hail friend." Kiron the Elves of the city give you dis tasteful glares though because are merely a half elf. But then you arrive at the Nine Balrog inn. Like he said a elf talking to children tell stories of great heroes. While parents are drinking or doing their thing.
As he entered the city Gorthan looked back down at the letter he had received from the courier. Reading over it once more Gorthan had to wonder what sort of job he had been contacted for. Walking over to a guard that was standing nearby Gorthan asked them for directions to the Nine Balrog Inn and upon receiving them began making his way there. Walking into the Inn Gorthan could easily make out the bard from where he stood. Making his way to bar Gorthan ordered a strong drink as he waited for the bard to come and speak to him.
Gruwahl, with the letter in confined space of his robes, makes his way towards the meeting place. It was mysterious case, unknown sender leaving letter with gold pieces and horrendous amount of grammatical errors. Whoever the Bard or sender is, he or she is rich and uneducated. Perfect target for scholar such as him. If it turns out to be waste of time or even ill-willed trap towards him, he can educate the letter-sender about grammar if they are present. So, it is well reasoned to leave his studies for moment and pay a visit to the Nine Balrog Inn. He could even dare to taste some of that fine wheat brew while carrying out his business.
As Kiron the Ill-fated, makes his way into the Inn the temperature drops several degrees. His ghostly black panther stalks beside him. The cat walks right through tables and people, and those that get too close feel a weight to their emotions. Unease follows the cloaked half-elf. His armor, clothes, and cloak are all dark coloring. This man-elf is heavily armed with daggers and knives. The sword on his back has a custom hilt made to fit his hand, the sword and the hilt are obviously weighted making it hard for others to use. The hilt was wrapped in some dark leather that is of a dark crimson coloring and has a bronze tinged metal for the guard. He stalks towards a corner of the inn, to wait and see what is happening for now. He sits in a chair backed into the corner so he can see all that is happening and more importantly, who is around.
Malrak walked through the streets in his ussual manner ignoring the looks people gave him as he walked. It was the ussual gasp or glare that people gave something as strange as him walking though a populated city. Even he has dot admit he must be a sight for these people to see a short clocked creature wearing the bones of an unknown animal to them as a form of light armor. Even his head had the skull of a large bat like creature as a helmet and the lower jaw and it's still razor sharp teeth provided a face guard. On his chest was the rib cage of a smaller creature covered in small amounts of leather and the gaps of the ribs filled in with smaller bones. It wasn't just his armor that made people stare though it was also his white glowing eyes behind the teeth of the skull's mouth. Without his cloak and armor he would easily be mistaken for one of the ghouls that eat the corpses of graveyards as many of his more savage and insane brethren might as well had been the same thing besides the fact that his kind were still living and not the foley of some ill fated necromancer. After enduring the stares he eventually came across the inn and sat down in the bar and pulled back his hood and place his helmet on the counter and ordered what ever meat was too old to be served to normal customers and waited for the bard to be done.
From his shadowy corner, Kiron raised an eyebrow at a newcomer that came after him. He has very rarely seen a creature like it. It looked like a short ghoul in bone armor, but what little he see of the creature look smart enough to at least order something from the bar. So it must either be a really old undead or something else altogether. Kiron took another look at the other patrons to see their reactions as well as, or especially, the bard's reaction. @TuskatheDaemonKilla
Malrak shivered for a moment as the eyes of the hex blade came upon him he had noticed that is was a bit colder in the inn than the outside but he just assumed it was a draft at first. Now however he grew suspicious as he looked behind himself to see the half elf staring in his direction and then at those around him. He pulled his black cloak back onto himself and warm him and left his helmet on the counter as the bartender brought him a plate with a couple of slices of spoiled ham. He quickly began to eat and almost forgot about the hex blade and every once an a while he looked back at the bard.
