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Post by Myridd on Apr 17, 2009 11:45:52 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
Carmella shakes her head, "A bath in ale wouldn't improve his disposition." She contemplates her encounter with him, noting that the Eladrin had obviously picked up on something. ((Passive Insight 19, Passive Perception 14)) So she was trying to do the same.
Something about that man definitely rubbed her the wrong way.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 17, 2009 12:18:33 GMT -8
The Narrator
There was something... a subtle inflection... in his speech patterns that seemed familiar. You can't quite place it, though, and it wasn't anything at all obvious.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 17, 2009 13:27:27 GMT -8
The Wanderer
"Many lifetimes, many experiences," The Deva called 'Desmond' says softly as the bearded man exits. His gaze turns fully to the pale lady, curiosity livid in his eyes. He leans forward, speaking softly so that only those at his table can hear, "You don't suppose what we're looking for is within the Imperial library. . . do you?"
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 17, 2009 13:38:26 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) "Once dead? I've been called worse, in this lifetime and before." the deva called 'Roland' says as the man walks out of the bar. Turning his gaze to his compatriots, as curious as his fellow deva. "If so, what are the chances of us being able to search it?"
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 17, 2009 13:42:18 GMT -8
The Wanderer
"I have never been a scholar of any sort," The armored Deva muses, "But it sounds like the public can at least get into part of it, doesn't it my dear?" He directs his question to the songstress, cream-colored eyes locked on her.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 17, 2009 16:10:33 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
Carmella smiles coyly. "Yes, it would seem so. I have been in there myself once or twice. It will not be hard to gain admittance to the public area. But finding out the library's secrets.."
She smiles again, "That is the fun part." Her red eyes lock with Desmond's cream colored ones. "Isn't that so, Des Dear?"
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 17, 2009 16:16:29 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) Rubbing his head in frustration, 'Roland' orders another ale, downing it at an alarming pace. Under his breathe he mutters, "This is going to be a long day..."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 17, 2009 16:22:58 GMT -8
The Wanderer
The Deva flashes the pale lady a flash of a pearly white smile, "Indeed."
A moment passes before he blinks and looks to 'Roland,' "So, shall we be going then?"
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 17, 2009 16:26:56 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) Rolling his eyes, 'Roland' gets up and grabs his staff and slings his backpack over his shoulder. Gesturing towards the door, he heads out and waits.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 17, 2009 16:33:02 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
Carmella nods, and walks out as well, her eyes now intently searching the city streets. "This way. It shouldn't be that bad of a walk."
She turns, and smiles at them both momentarily, before leading the way.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 17, 2009 16:36:59 GMT -8
The Wanderer
'Desmond' follows closely after the pale lady, shield strapped across his back and nondescript helmet held nonchalantly under one arm. His pale, cream eyes remain locked on his female companion, and he wears a small, private smile.
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 17, 2009 16:39:35 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) Wondering if this is some sort of special hell for him, 'Roland' follows after his two compatriots, deeply hoping that this plan pays off.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 17, 2009 17:54:43 GMT -8
The Narrator
The Great Library of Celeis stands tall, its main spire reaching nearly as high as the steeple of the Grand Cathedral of the Sorceress across the Imperial Square from it. Its walls, like those of most of the large, old buildings in the Old City, are white alabaster, and the building is enormous. The soft blue light of the enormous orb embedded in the Cathedral's steeple shines on the alabaster walls of the Library. A short stairway leads to the double-door entrance.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 17, 2009 18:16:59 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
"Here it is. The Great Library. Our first stop." Carmella says as she looks up at the library with a sly smile on her lips. She glances at her companions, giving Desmond a coy smile, than she starts up the stairway to the double doored entrance.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 17, 2009 18:59:44 GMT -8
The Chronicler
As the group enders, the doors open, and a man backs out... directly into Carmella. He is an older gentleman, well-dressed, showing his years but also good health. His hair is grey and pulled back, and he wears a tall hat. He is forced to support himself against Carmella for a moment at his surprise at having bumped into someone else, then manages to get his balance and dust himself off a bit. "Ah, yes... I apologize for my inattentiveness. I am Selen Thrin, Head Chronicler of the Great Library of Celeis. As I just almost knocked you down the stairs, I should likely offer you my help with whatever you may need in the Library." When he sees the devas, he gives a deep bow. "And of course the Libraries doors are always open to the Neverslain."
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