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Post by cjsolo on Jan 18, 2017 20:43:59 GMT -5
Sharara had spared what time she could to recover from the most recent adventure, which included a disrupted ritual. She could still feel the tingling icey hot sensation in the palm of her hand and along part of her arm. There was far too much to be done to be focused on the implications for the future the mark meant. Thinking about it too much would distract her. The Ku'rasi concealed the evidence of that night beneath a thin soft leather glove. She sat at a table in what was essentially her home now, waiting on two people to arrive whom she had sent a runner out to find and let them know that she wanted them to come visit. As she did so, she looked over her notes and self drawn maps.
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Post by Gilbert the Brave on Jan 19, 2017 20:18:32 GMT -5
Gilbert comes in. Gilbert's helmet is dented. Gilbert stomps in like a true soldier. Gilbert blows his horn. "Hello Sharara." Gilbert breathes out of his mouth. He breathes rather loudly. "What are you doing Sharara?" Gilbert looks at Sharara. Gilbert sniffs Sharara. "Sharara, can I have a shield now?" Gilbert is visibly upset. "Sharara, Jocks Jocks have shields." Gilbert pokes Sharara. "Sharara, shield please?" Gilbert breathes heavily again. Gilbert looks at Sharara.
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Post by Khatir Karalif on Jan 19, 2017 20:38:14 GMT -5
"I 'ope dis is dhe right place. Allooooo? Sharara! It is Khatir! I 'ave cohm to your 'oooome!"
A knocking comes at the door. The wild elf, draped in a simple white shirt, lowers his arm for a moment before the door does not get answer immediately. He knocks once more as long ears bounce up and down in his bodily movements. Khatir lowers his right hand to place the palm downwards over the hilt of his scimitar. The man smiles and watches the door with anticipation. A clever observer would notice his left fist is clenching a scrolled bit of paper.
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Post by Gilbert the Brave on Jan 19, 2017 20:40:12 GMT -5
Gilbert looks at Khatir. "Hello Khatir." He breathes heavily. "Did we meet?" He looks closely at Khatir. "It's me. Gilbert." He points at Sharara. "Sharara is getting me a shield."
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 19, 2017 20:53:39 GMT -5
It was a few moments later that another Wild elf approached. She was clad in leather armor with red cloths underneath. The head scarf that hid her brown hair barely cascaded the claw-like scars that ran down her face. Her head looked slightly lopsided, with one shape that looked like an ear portruding bit not having a twin. She had two swords on her, one on her waist that sparkled as if sparks danced around it and another strapped onto her back. She glanced to Khatir and furrowed her brow.
"Is she not here? You think by the time you run to her door she would open it."
That was when she looked at the newcomer, the one with a dented helmet. She rose a brow, her hand slowly lowering to the sparking sword.
"And you are...?"
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Post by cjsolo on Jan 19, 2017 20:56:29 GMT -5
Sharara glanced up from what she was looking over when the door opened and Gilbert walked in. Her brows furrow ever so slightly, but before she comments on the whole thing of the shields again another knocking comes to the door. This she was glad for as she stood. "Ah, yes, Khatir, please do come in."
The Ku'rasi pauses before addressing Gilbert. "Supplies take time to get here, Gilbert. When they get there, then perhaps ther will be a shield among them for you. I'll let you know when I know."
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Post by Gilbert the Brave on Jan 19, 2017 21:15:09 GMT -5
Gilbert gasps at the female wild elf. Gilbert gasps at the male wild elf. Gilbert gasps at Sharara. "We're getting butchered out there." He looks visibly troubled now. He breathes out of his mouth. "Very well. I will keep my eyes open for shipments!" Gilbert leaves Sharara's house.
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Post by cjsolo on Jan 19, 2017 21:34:35 GMT -5
"Thank you, Gilbert."
She gives Khatir and Sahar a brief look of relief as she sits down again. "Feel free to close the door and sit with me. Do you want anything to drink?"
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Post by Khatir Karalif on Jan 20, 2017 18:21:36 GMT -5
"Oh, sure! You 'ave brough uhs 'ere? Are we in trouble again?"
Khatir says, a grin still apparent on his face. The man gestures for Sahar to enter. Should she enter, he would close the door behind them. He watches the man go, prodding off into the sunset.
"You 'ave a verrry interesting group a guard here, Sharara. Ya' train 'em to be loyal."
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 20, 2017 18:31:52 GMT -5
"I sure hope not," Sahar grumbled as she watched the man leave the room. Sahar lowered her head sash, revealing that she still had one of her ear tips visible (much to her dismay). She kissed Khatir on the cheek before moving to sit across from Shahara.
"Yes. A drink sounds fine. Just water though, I've been training with my new sword all day."
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Post by cjsolo on Jan 20, 2017 18:56:35 GMT -5
"I don't know about that." Sharara moves to pour them both some water as she speaks. "I was given this position only a little more than a month ago." She sets the drinks down before returning to her seat.
"Trouble?" The Ku'rasi raises an amused brow. "Did you do something to be in trouble for? If not, then no. I asked you here to help me with the tracking of some undead."
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Post by Khatir Karalif on Jan 23, 2017 21:49:36 GMT -5
Khatir grinned widely. He finds a chair in the building nearest Sharara and sits himself down in front of the elemental lady.
"I wood very much like t'unt them down. Whatchya 'ave in mind?"
Khatir watches expectantly as he waits for the right words to be spoken.
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Post by Sahar Karalif on Jan 25, 2017 15:03:10 GMT -5
Sahar takes her swords out of their sheaths and leans them against the table, leaning on her arms in interest upon hearing the word "Undead".
"Do we know about the manner in which the victims were turned? If it was against their will we must act, but...if I recall correctly, if the Necromancer was given consent we shouldn't attack. Yes?"
Sahar glanced to her husband for confirmation.
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Post by cjsolo on Jan 25, 2017 19:50:00 GMT -5
Sharara smiled a little. "A body must already be dead to become an undead. Sometimes, this can be spontaneous creation. Magical energy animates the corpse for a time, then fades. The other way is through ritual. Those who are members of the necromancer's guild have license to crate undead under certain rules and guidelines. That's the simplest explanation of undead."
She moves a couple books out of the way and rolls up the map she has been working on to reveal beneath it a clean map of the barony. "I came to this barony originally on request of Q'Tar, like the two of you and I we've done some travelling together. He sent me a missive to adi him in finding out what happened to a missing caravan of his, a story for another time, but on our way out of Cinderfall, we came across a small group of undead that were guarding a side path off the road. It wasn't until after the caravan was recovered and I had visited Riverwood that I saw them again. They wore talbards that were more clean than you'd expect to see on a corpse that has spent time rotting and I chose to investigate. I didn't think much of the fact then and it was not long after that that we had to deal with members of The Risen and the lich Xerxes and it had left my mind for the most part. Since the defeat of Xerxes, a few weeks ago, I went into the heart of the Ashwood with Raphael and Ammenadel. There, I saw more undead wearing the same type of talbards. If these are of the same group or not, I'm not sure but I do intend to find out. It's my intention to scout some areas of the Ashwood to find where this group is basing its operations so that they can be dealt with. This is what I want your help with, to accompany me."
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Post by Zodean Ironhand on Jan 26, 2017 0:36:55 GMT -5
A mild knock is heard upon the door.
"Hello Sharara, tis I Zodean. I have my report of the medical supplies I have brought from Riverwood recently. If now is not a good time I can come back later?" The cloaked man leans mildly on a heavy glaive, shifts a few small pieces of parchment in his hands, mumbling about numbers and the such.
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