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Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby Malyuta Skuratov » Thu Jul 22, 2010 8:20 pm

Great things do not begin with fortunes, blessings from providence, nor military might. Anything that has ever been beneficial or detrimental to others has first evolved from an idea. Some of the greatest of those have not come from kings or oligarchies, but from normal men intent on improving the lives of others. The particular idea which concerns our story involved a group of stout, surly men; some normal, some less than normal sitting around a campfire regaling the days of old. Reminiscing when dvergar were a force to be reckoned with in the underworld, with dwarven civilization spanning beyond the reaches of comprehension. All of it thrown into ruination from usurpers from the surface.

Thrust into young Torgall's mind was an idea which came to him so quickly, words spilled forth from his mouth with all the eloquence of a drunken man and the relevance to match. The dwarves all throughout the underworld had become crestfallen and disheartened from witnessing their empires fall at the hands of children. Their people had been enslaved by these invaders. Those who had found freedom were sparse, and those who had prospered were even fewer still. The solution became so clear now. He would rebuild the dvergar lands from the ground up. He remembered the encampments and colonies he heard in tales of yore and remembered their role as the backbone of dvergar society. Why, there is no reason he and a hardy band of dwarves couldn't build another!

Yes, but a settlement borne from isolation was the only solution. Young Torgall would need to find a place untouched by Drow hands that would remain that way. Such would be an arduous task indeed. Most of the land previously owned by dwarves was wrested from their grasp by the swarthy children of the dark elves. Ever since the Drow had first entered the underearth so many centuries ago, they learned how easily they could overcome the squat, hairy things and annex land for their own use. Enslavement of the dwarves accompanied the invasion. Drow occupation of dwarf lands was perhaps comparable in brutality to their preceded invasion. The Drow had brought beasts with them, roaming rampant in the streets. Horrible things driving men to madness unlike the stocky graybeards had ever seen. They soon began to learn their plight was not exclusive, as enslavement of goblins and elves of light were the product of surface raids. The dwarves had grown accustomed to seeing people of any race being used for food... for slaves... for play.

Poor little Torgall felt he could not watch so many people live life as third-class citizens. He would need to make an attempt to flee from oppression. There was simply no feasible way for them to fight back, but perhaps through knowledge of his people's history, he could provide a refuge for the suffering; not just dvergar, but elf and goblin as well. Perhaps with some help, he may create a safe haven for freed and runaway slaves. In time, perhaps he could be regarded as a hero with elders from dwarf settlements telling tales and bards from goblin villages singing songs of one brave young dwarf who brought hope and reason to an otherwise hopeless and unreasonable world. Wishful thinking perhaps. The other dwarves had always regarded little Torgall as somewhat of a dreamer. All talk and no action was a disposition that alienated most other dvergar, but Torgall was so sure about his idea this time! Unlike his idea to solve starvation that occasionally plagued dwarf camps by making granite edible, this was a way for him to genuinely help others! However, even the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. There was simply no feasible way he could convince other dwarves in his camp to join him. They would simply dismiss it as more tomfoolery and boyish dreams. Torgall had no experience with establishing an entire society. Despite his dvergar heritage, he knew little of mining, smithing, hunting, building, or much of anything, really. Help from others was an absolute necessity. He would wander amongst his peers inquiring for towns where he could visit and hopefully find a hardy bunch of adventurers. Others would respond with questions of "why" and "how." Torgall, possessing the bleeding heart he had would respond, "I plan ta make a place a peace an' hope fer all tha hopeless and... peaceless! As fer 'how,' I'm hopin' yew could be tellin' me where I kin foind a lot of stalwart pioneers!" Anytime he would ask, his question was met with jeers. "'Ey, everyone! Torgall 'ere is fixin' ta git himself kilt!" "Why don't yew find someplace far off fer this silly quest, Tor? It'll save us tha trouble a' buryin' ya." Their words wounded Torgall's heart, yet he would not resolve his mission. Days would turn into weeks as he continued persisting to find some information about anything that could lead him to find aid for his would-be safe haven.

One day as Torgall was coming home from a long day of mining ores, his parents had prepared a lengthy discussion for him. They told him of a Drow city known as "Val'Raveran" where a collaboration of all races, free and bound may seek refuge. Dvergar were known to commute and dwell within the city limits, and its reputation was one of opportunity. It was a city of promise, and with ties to the surface, goblins and all sorts of fae were not uncommon. His parents would normally object to him going on a quest that was so dangerous, but they felt anything he could find in Val'Raveran would be infinitely better than his life here. He packed some provisions, and his father had given him a pouch of ada he collected from his youth he kept just in case of an emergency. Torgall had kissed his poor old mother and told his dad, "goodbye." With nothing but the supplies in his backpack and the dreams in his head, he marched onward to Val'Raveran in hopes of a better future, not just for himself, but for all who yearn for freedom.

Val'Raveran was everything Torgall had hoped for and more. Unfortunately, the "more" came in the form of drunks harassing him on the streets, peddlers and scam artists in the Bazaar, and pickpockets in the slums. He did manage to not get scammed into buying something completely useless, as he had acquired a map. However, his situation was unfortunate. He had managed to lose most of his ada to scam artists pushing useless trinkets, bells, and whistles. Not to mention the more light-fingered citizens of Val'Raveran had relieved him of his food. Poor Torgall would search and search for hours on end hoping to find any sort of gathering of brave, young entrepeneurs. He remembered back to his times in his village. He began to think of the absolute best location to meet people of any profession, age, or disposition. Everyone needed to unwind after a long, tedious day of manual labor. Where did people go when they needed to relax?

...

... the local tavern, of course!

"The White Lion" was what Torgall could decipher in what little Drow he knew as he walked toward the five-story building. He stepped inside and saw few people, remembering it was still only a bit past midday. It occurred to him he hadn't even decided on a location to plot his settlement. He glanced around the tavern nervously and went to a table hidden in a corner. He unfurled the map and took a look at it, illuminated by candlelight. He noticed a few annotations the map's previous owner had scribbled down. He saw the slums of the area were circled with an arrow pointing to it that said, "WATCH YOUR BACK." If only he had looked at the map earlier. He saw something called "The Gate" and an arrow pointed to it, which said, "SURFACE." Torgall recalled stories of the surface, and how it was the land where the tall, swarthy folk known as the "dark elves" originated. Torgall figured it was best to stay as far away from there as possible. He scanned the surface of the map with his eyes, and everywhere seemed to be a dead end. He saw the tavern where he was, and he saw the the outposts and fortresses of various Drow clans surrounding the city. He saw the ice caves and the Vloz'Raveran ruins. Nothing seemed to hit the mark. Torgall was losing faith until he saw a place called "PHOENIX EYE" due south of the city. On the map, it appeared to be a lake colored with red dye and a vertical pupil in the center. Torgall saw no annotations, nor anything indicating what this peculiar "PHOENIX EYE" was. It did not appear to have any form of civilization other than being what he figured was near a mile or two by the road to Val'Raveran and some "Chel'el'Sussoloth." When he inquired to another patron of the tavern, an off-duty city guard, the grunt quickly spoke in his Drow language until he realized, the dwarf was incapable of understanding much of what he said. The frustrated guard then very slowly and loudly said, "PHOENIX EYE... NO ONE GOES THERE... LAKE... OF... FIRE... DEMONS... VERY... DANGEROUS." With that, he returned to his drink.

Torgall did feel a tad insulted by the troop's condescending attitude, and what worried him was no one had even thought to settle near the Phoenix Eye. Not even the slayers of his kin, the Drow, yet it was the only land with enough available space that wasn't already taken by Drow. His options were few, and he had ventured into a foreign land with hopes and dreams like so many that had come to Val'Raveran. His food and most of his money were gone, yet he could not give up on this dream. He had come so far, and was so close to actually beginning his dream. His act of unbridled benevolence. He could not give up now. Torgall walked outside and while rummaging through the trash, he had found a sturdy looking wooden crate. He carried it inside The White Lion with some curious onlookers and set the crate down inside the pub. He stood on top of it and mustered up his voice. He looked around the tavern at those whose curiosity he piqued, and he began to shout:

"LOOKING FOR ADVENTURERS! LOVERS OF DANGER AND EXCITEMENT! JOIN MY EXPEDITION TO PHOENIX EYE!"

(OOC: For those who didn't realize it from the backstory, this is a thread which focuses on the journey to and subsequent settling at the Phoenix Eye. Torgall is an NPC and I am the GM. This RP will start in The White Lion Tavern in Val'Raveran with Torgall recruiting members to help him along with founding his little settlement. When he gets enough members, a caravan to the Phoenix Eye will form and they shall make their voyage. Please note, this roleplay is not exclusive to dvergar. Overall, this is a roleplay concerned with starting a settlement and expanding upon that. In order to participate, you must follow these rules:
1. In order to join, you must give some indication you are in The White Lion {obviously}.
2. No use of NPCs without my say-so. I'll decide what friends and baddies come up in the roleplay.
3. Abide by the universal rules of the roleplay {obviously}.
4. If you don't get to join the caravan while in the tavern, don't have a heart attack. You can always make it so you either catch up with us while we make our way to the Phoenix Eye, you heard a rumor about it and decided to check it out, or you just stumble upon it by accident. Be creative. Don't let space/time hinder your chance to join in.
5. You are not the main character. Don't try to steal the spotlight when it doesn't belong on you. I don't think this will be a problem, but still keep it in mind.
6. Respect others. This is supposed to be fun. There is no reason why any player should prevent such an experience from any other player. This leads to rule number 7.
7. Have fun.)
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby DestyNova1 » Fri Jul 23, 2010 2:50 am

Isabella grunted as she rolled out of her nest of blankets and pillows that was tucked away under a bench in the still dark workroom of the apothery. Many people would of shekn their heads at the thought of sleeping in such conditions, but Isabella had long since learned to get used to it, along with knowing that every second of sleep was precious when one worked for a humorless drow master who booted you awake if you were too slow.
Scratching her hip, Isabella scurried across the floor and poured some water for a quick wash and the morning's tea. Despite being paid in scraps and bits of copper, her life was much better than it might of been if her master hadn't been grudgigly impressed with her skills, and so a haggerd refugee from the ex-dwarf lands found herself a place as herb-crusher and bandage maker in Val'Raveran.
The thump of boots on the floor above alerted her to the fact that her master had awoken and so Isabella swiftly placed the teapot on the counter before grabbing the day's list of items to prepare..


Hours later, smelling of so many herbs that a noseless hound could find her, Isabella shuffled out of the shop for her meal. Once the morning's work was done, she had a few hours to herself so she could geta meal and put her feet up. The White Lion Inn was one of the few places that had food that agreed with her, and the company wasn't half bad.
As she got closer, Isabella's ears picked up the sound of some dwarf shouting at the top of his lungs, something about the 'Phoenix Eye.' What is that fool talking about? Isabella mused as she drew closer for a look at the one who was no doubt making a spectacle of himself.
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby Sarcose » Fri Jul 23, 2010 3:52 am

(OOC: I will have to read later, and Ol Goram has not yet been submitted or approved, or even written. So at the moment I don't have the character I was planning on using for this RP. I may be a bit late-coming, but there's nothing stopping you from finding him in a gutter somewhere).
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby The Watcher » Fri Jul 23, 2010 7:48 pm

(OOC: As soon as Durin is approved, I'll be here. Unfortunately I'm still waiting for the admissions people to even look at him... >_>)
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby Writeman » Fri Jul 23, 2010 11:54 pm

Neraph sat within the Inn, his eyes gaunt with fatigue. He had just ended a sixteen hour work shift, making chairs, tables, and more besides. He was a free Dvergar...he was free, but yet he was not free. His head nodded slightly as he stared at the thin, watery gruel before him. It was all that he could afford to eat in order to actually make money. Supping at the tin cup of water to his right, he chased the few chunks of bread in his gruel with a fork. He had lived a hard life, but change was just around the corner! That was the thought that had kept him sane thus far: It was what kept him sane when he slept upon the cold floor of his tiny wooden shanty. It was what kept his sane when he worked his fingers to the quick in the searing heat of the workshop, as his taskmasters demanded nothing but the highest quality products from him and his fellow laborers. It was the only thing between him and a complete mental breakdown as he was frequently mugged, or had his home broken into, or was even simply just beaten for the sake of being an outlet to violence. And his sanity had been kept resolute by the tiny hole he kept his ada in when he slept, laying upon his growing pile of wealth with a smile each night. No matter how many bruises he had, or how raw his fingers were, he would always sleep with a smile. Because at the end of that day, he was a bit closer to salvation, a miniscule amount closer to being free of the bonds of slavery. Life within Val'Raveran was harsh, but he was a Dvergar: He would persist as his people always had.

When the fellow Dvergar started his shouting, Neraph had nearly fallen asleep in his gruel: As it was, he had to jerk his head up at the last second to avoid getting coated in his only meal for the afternoon. "Phoenix...Eye?" He mumbled, before blinking. Exhaustion began to withdraw from his limbs as he saw the fellow Dvergar speaking. Reaching down, he took a sip from his tin of water and quickly scoffed down his meal of gruel. The fading strength it provided would make him more alert, if only marginally, for the trip ahead. He slipped down from his seat, blinking once more as he forced himself to stay awake to speak with his fellow Dvergar.

"Expedition? What do you want there?" He asked as he approached Torgall, "Not even the Drow go there..."
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby The Watcher » Sat Jul 24, 2010 1:25 am

Durin looked up from his lager at the sound of the bellowing dwarf. He had closed up shop after a very successful day, a fox-masked Quin'dalesque having come to pick up and pay for the jewlerry she had commissioned a week ago. She had been more than pleased.

He had been pondering the usual questions over his lager. The state of the Dwarven condition. His own prosperity, contrasted with the desperate conditions in which most of his fellow dvergar lived. What, if anything, he might do to help.

Lately, he had been dreaming of the dwarven fortresses of old, mighty, nigh-impregnable saved for the damnable witchcraft of the Drow. Of glory long past. If only it could be recaptured, if only such grandeur and independence could be rebuilt...

"LOOKING FOR ADVENTURERS! LOVERS OF DANGER AND EXCITEMENT! JOIN MY EXPEDITION TO PHOENIX EYE!"

The dwarf picked up his mug and strode over to Torgall, making a quiet but noticeable entrance. He was probably better groomed and dressed than just about any other dwarf in the place, his threadlike beard neatly trimmed and wearing high quality green dyed clothes. Those who had been in town for some time might perhaps know of him; Durin Bergthalsson, the master artificer, a philanthropist and one of the richest Dvergar in town. The nastier whispers called him a gnome, and with his obvious wealth, smooth features, and midsize eyes, it wasn't too hard to see why.

"What kind of expedition might you be talking about, lad?" he asked softly in Dwarven, unusually well-spoken for one of his kind, and with an unusual quality to his voice, the quality of one who has become completely fluent in the language of the Drow. "And why in the name of stone to the Phoenix Eye of all places?"
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby Halfwot » Sat Jul 24, 2010 9:54 am

20 ada, after a bowl of gruel and a cup of something that at least contained alcohol and burned there was 20 ada left. Karken felt this was an omen, his money never became even. There was always one more or three less there, never an even ten. It was also a clear sign where his economy was going. He had made decent money early, but recently another dwarf had moved in up the street and was undercutting his prices. And to boot a gang of clanless drow had starting to demand "protection money". This would not hold. But what could he do? Engraving was all he knew, apart from striking the earth and dig, but any dwarf could do that... and he sure would not return to the mines under the drow again. No, he was his own now. Never again, he would never be owned again. Never. Again.

Karken looked up as he heard someone yell behind him. Something about an expidition to the Phoenix Eye. Another madman, he guessed. No-one went to the Phoenix Eye.

Yet... Perhaps it was what he needed... A new life without the dark skinned opressors. Far away.
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby Malyuta Skuratov » Sun Jul 25, 2010 1:50 am

Torgall was ever satisfied with the small gathering of whose curiosity he had aroused, for he had an entirely new repute to forge among the people of Val'Raveran. None in this city knew of his habitual dwelling in dreams, which would make it all the easier to convince others to provide aid for such a grand endeavor. Ah, for Torgall is a smith, contrary to what others in his village may say. He may not be a smith of metals, but of something equally if not moreso valuable: words! While other dwarves were learning what ores make what metals, he was learning to inspire and motivate others. He had a certain quality, be it in the shine in his eyes, or the tone in his voice which made you want to believe what he was saying was true.

He figured he would begin with the people whom he had the most experience with: his fellow dwarves, of course!

"YOU!" He exclaimed as he pointed to the sleepy looking dwarf as he continued on in the dvergar language, "HAVE YE EVER WANTED TA BE A HERO? FOIND SOME WAY TA MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THA LIVES A' OTHERS? MAYBE YA JUST WAN' TA GIT OUT A' THIS WRETCHED PLACE! I HAVE ALL A' YER ANSWERS!"

"AN' HOW ABOUT YOU, MISTER FANCYBEARD?" He motioned to the decadent-looking dwarf walking towards him while continuing to speak in dvergar. "WHY NOT USE YER MONEY FER SOMETHIN' THAT WILL HELP YOUR FELLOW DVERGAR?"

His eye caught a glimpse of a female dwarf in the tavern. He began to speak softly now, "An' what about this foine lass who seems to have been working her fingers to tha bone? 'Aven't ye ever dreamed a' somethin' better fer yerself? Aren't yew toired a' jus' scrapin' by? Lassie, yew could be makin' a mint if you would join my journey ta tha Phoenix Eye!"

As Torgall was getting into all the vague pleasantries of his plan without elaborating any of it, something was brooding just outside of The White Lion. A man certainly tall by dvergar standards was creeping along the walls trying to alert no one. He peers around corners and looks for guards, laughing to himself when he remembers he is no longer a slave. Were the pub a quieter establishment, those inside would have heard one mundane footstep followed by a *clak*. Another footstep followed by another *clak*. The pattern would continue until the man would stop to open the door of The White Lion and pop in for a drink. Once again, the same monotonous tone of the footstep and the *clak* would continue. It became the sound of satisfaction to the man. It meant his feet were still on the ground. It meant he was still moving, and it meant he had a means of going somewhere. In his younger days, one might have referred to this man as many things. "Pleasant" is one that would not be conjured in anyone's mind. Normally when people had to refer to him, it was usually things such as, "despicable," "loathsome," and "vile." He couldn't remember the last time anyone actually referred to him as "Malyuta," his true name. Even he had trouble remembering what it was at times. It was the beginning of his new life, though. Perhaps he could find some way to turn that all around. He was no longer in Chel'el'Sussoloth, and he had located a tavern. Oh yes. Once he came through this door, he would buy himself a long-awaited drink with some sap's 20 ada he filched.

Malyuta walked through the door, and normally people would glance at his leg and his lack of one were they not already distracted by something else. The man scanned the bar through his hazel eyes and saw a small crowd of people gathered around some dwarf standing atop a crate. Malyuta stroked his own beard, realizing it was nearly as long as the dwarf's chestnut brown beard. He lifted his crutch and placed it upon the ground as he made his way to survey all the commotion this dwarf was causing. The dwarf seemed to be dressed in regular work clothes, yet had neat trimmed hair which contrasted nicely to Malyuta's own shaven head. Ever curious to learn more about the situation, he listened to the small man when he spoke in Drow.

"ESTABLISH A GLORIOUS REFUGE AT THE PHOENIX EYE! YOUR DESTINY AWAITS YOU!

'Phoenix Eye?' Malyuta thought to himself, 'Why the hell would anyone want to live at that place? Everyone I knew would probably rather try to kiss a dragon before they even spend a night at the Phoenix Eye. I heard horror stories all the time back in Chel of kids playin' too near the lava. Come to think of it, it's kinda like that game I used to play as a kid, where I would pretend the floor was lava. Except replace the floor with actual lava. This dwarf's mind is gone.'

Malyuta was able to speak Drow next to fluently when he had time to recall the correct words, albeit with a fairly thick accent.

"Hey, what's all this I hear about 'making refuge at the Phoenix Eye?!'" Malyuta exclaimed as he rudely made his way past the congregation around the dwarf.

"SIR, YOU ARE CLEARLY A MAN WHO IS QUITE CONFIDENT AND ASSURED IN HIMSELF! I AM LOOKING FOR ABLE-BODIED ME-" Torgall cut off when he saw Malyuta resting on his crutch in place of a leg. "CLOSE TO ABLE-BODIED MEN TO HELP ME CREATE A HABITABLE DWELLING IN THE PHOENIX EYE!"

"Is that so? Yeah, I've heard about your 'Phoenix Eye.' I've heard how it's 1 part land, 3 parts lava fields. I've heard how there are things that roam that 1 part land, and I've heard how it's so incredibly insane to go there, that not even Drow would think of setting up camp."

"W-well, yes... but look at my map! Look how spacious it is! And Drow believin' this place ta be Hell-on-earth means all the more of it ta us!

He simply stared at the dwarf and blinked a few a times before he started chuckling to himself. The entire world seemed to have gone silent save these two. "Heh heh. I'll tell you what, stubby man. You get even one person who's crazy or stupid enough to join you in this, and what the hell? I'll come with. I've got nothing better to do, anyway. Hey! I'm pretty good at hunting, too! I can be your prized hunter and help you find, trap, kill, and cook all sorts of goodies! But I doubt I'll have to go anywhere. I'll just sit at the bar enjoying my drink while you ramble on about your crazy mission.

And ramble he did.

"WHO HERE HAS ANY QUESTIONS FER THIS BRAVE PURSUIT?! ARE THERE ANY COURAGEOUS THRILL-SEEKERS LOOKING FER A WAY TA CHANGE THA LIVES A' OTHERS?"
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby DestyNova1 » Sun Jul 25, 2010 2:40 am

Just how do ye plan on maken any kind of home at that hell-hole? Isabella intoned. Fine and dandy for one to set out on an endevor to start a new life, but where there be lava and demons?! Tell us what plan you have! Frusterated or not with her lot, Isabella considered a pile of blankets and a bowl of stew far better than a blistering cavern with gods only knew what kind of beasts. Of course, if this fool dwarf did have a plan, it just might mean she had a chance at having her own healer hall.
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby Writeman » Sun Jul 25, 2010 4:09 am

A...change? Neraph couldn't help but pause at that. An actual change in his lot in life? The idea of a 'refuge' reminded Neraph of slum settlements, but the idea of such a place existing within the realm of Phoenix's Eye was preposterous. Feeling himself start to wake up more and more, he realized that he actually liked the idea of a settlement. That he actually wanted somewhere to live with his fellow Dvergar. Not some foolhardy fortress, but an actual refuge from a slave's lot in life. Somewhere he wouldn't be a filthy Dvergar, but an actual person! However, the road to damnation was paved with kind words and hope-driven deeds. As such, he was careful not to go leaping at such a tantalizing offer, instead carefully weighing the options in his mind's eye.

"Well, if we're going to go driving off to make a settlement, we'll need supplies. Stuff to make hopes with. Provisions. Transport. How can we get all of this on our own?"
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby TheTatteredKing » Sun Jul 25, 2010 4:29 pm

Fal'ruthiel had been too busy formulating a plan on how to get out of paying for her meal, despite the burden she would need to retake onto her back, to pay much attention to the boisterous dwarf. There was plenty of demand for a sawbones in the slums but no one had anything to actually compensate the service with. At this rate Fal'ruthiel feared she would become a coinless vagrant like so many she's seen in the city. It had only been a few days and she was already regretting coming here. There was no sun, there were too many languages to learn, and the city was so... loud. She could feel the crush of people in her head and it made her constantly on edge. There wasn't even a crypt to utilize for her research, turning this trip into a complete bust for the moment.
Her concentration for her brooding was interrupted when others responding to the dwarf pinged off her skull. It sounded like someone was suggesting an ill thought out and perilous journey with high expectations for possible gain. Fal'ruthiel grimaced at the familiarity this planned expedition had for her. But if it was as dangerous as the others were saying than something of use would be provided to her. She stood up, "I assume an apothecary would be of some importance in this endeavor."
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby The Watcher » Sun Jul 25, 2010 4:44 pm

Durin had been listening, and at Neraph's comment, cleared his throat. "That is where I might come in, friends. I am... not without means, or connections. I know where we can find these things, and how to procure them. I know how to spread word and coordinate an operation, to ensure that this news reaches as many interested Dwarven ears as possible. But I need certain... assurances."

The dwarven merchant folded his fingers neatly before him as he spoke. "I have long dreamed of a project that would let me help the cause of my race. I have considered much, tried much, and seen many sucesses and failures. Your idea has some merits... But I am not so sure you fully realize the hazards you are swearing us to. The Phoenix Eye might work, if we study the flows of rock and stone and give the lava sufficient berth. The volcanic gases of that place can do us no harm, but they will choke and blind those unwelcome. But lava and gas are not our only concerns. I have sufficient skill and means to back this expedition of yours, boy, and plan for such things as worry me, but more than that I have an interest in doing so and I am of your race. I assure you, you will not find that combination anywhere else."

He looked at Torgall. "You have lofty ideas, lad, ideas worth striving towards, but you do not have the experience, the funds, or the know-how to best put them into play. I do. I have been running businesses and organizations for decades. I know how to organize men and dwarves and gold, I know how to command and how to coordinate. I can ensure that we are equipped with the best that money can buy, and that we take on the best dwarves I can find. I can better ensure the safety, integrity, and prosperity of all involved. Your ideas and your efforts already place you as the the heart and soul of this endeavor... let me be the brain."

"Here is my offer. I will support and fund you... but in exchange, you must accept my leadership with my funding. I want executive authority over the expedition."
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby Malyuta Skuratov » Mon Jul 26, 2010 12:49 am

Torgall gazed at the affluent-looking dwarf in bewilderment. He could not believe his audacity. After all, here he was telling others of his plot, and already this man was offering to claim it as his own by throwing coin at it! He was right, however. Torgall had absolutely no supplies and no means of accomplishing his dream. He would have to do something. Otherwise, he would look like a fool. He gazed into the crowd forming. He saw the prestigious dwarf's hand extended, along with the sleepy-looking dwarf, the dwarf woman, and the elf who had made her way into the crowd. He looked past all of their heads from his crate and saw Malyuta, sitting at the bar watching the ordeal with a grin on his face, raising a glass of booze. Torgall could be the last hope for all of these people, yet they did not know it! He needed all of what the dwarf was offering! However, at the same time, Torgall was fearful of what the dwarf would do with the acclimated power he would receive. Torgall had to think about this, but quickly. They were watching him. They would see him break down. When all of a sudden a splendid idea had taken flight in Torgall's mind.

He hopped off the crate, map in hand where he made his way to a table. He grabbed the candle and dripped wax on the map until it began to pool. He motioned the rich dvergar towards him while holding the map on high. "A fantastic offer this dwarf has made fer moy expedition! Do yew not see the hoype and clamor for our journey? I am makin' an offer fer master dwarf, here! If he chooses ta provoide a most generous donation to our trip, he may choose one of two forms a' compensation! OI'm afraid I can't let 'im run the whole durn thing! There's just too many aspects I don' think he will accomplish! However, under his discretion, he may either choose ta become moy second-in-command, or he can have jurisdiction over all tha land the wax has covered! I'll leave this here fer him to contemplate."

Torgall placed the map on the table. The wax covered a fairly large area of land around the Phoenix Eye. A good 25% of the habitable land of the Phoenix Eye was left uncovered by wax, and for someone sponsoring such a trip, it was a damn good deal. "Now, hopefully Master Dwarf will accept one of my gracious offers! If not, it's understandable. After all, I'm sure he has much better things ta do with his wealth than ta help his fellow dwarves establish a safe haven away from cruel hand."

Malyuta was watching from the bar intently. He had set his drink down and was listening closely. 'Damn. This dwarf may actually get a few people to sign on."

Torgall addressed the sleepy-looking dwarf and the dwarf woman, "I'm sure he'll be able to answer all your questions," as he pointed to the rich dwarf. He then faced the dirtied elf and said, "Yes, we do have need fer an apothecary. What is it to you? Are yew such an apothecary? Just how skilled are ye in medicine?"
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby The Watcher » Mon Jul 26, 2010 1:17 am

Durin laughed, easily. "I have land enough, and will have land enough once we arrive, without claiming great swathes of estate my excitable friend! I will be more than happy to serve as your second." At that, he shook Torgall's hand codially and quite publically. For a soft-looking, rich dwarf, this Durin Bergthalsson certainly had a firm grip...

He leaned in close, whispering his next few words quietly. "So long as you understand and recognize my authority in the areas where I know more than you. I won't undercut your dreams, you won't undercut my efforts to see them happen, eh?"

Turning back to the crowd, Durin's pleasant voice boomed through the tavern without the need to shout. "A cheer, friends! I, and my coinpurse," (he chuckled along with the crowd) stand by this Dwarf for the hope of a better tomorrow!"

So saying, Durin loudly ordered a round of drinks for the tavern in general.
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Re: Val'Raveran to Phoenix Eye (Under Obsidian Skies)

Postby Wirewolf » Mon Jul 26, 2010 3:23 am

Malakai Armstrong, Last of the Armstrong line wandered into the nearby bar in order to get a drink and a place to stay. Hells maybe even find the next place to carry is work and craft to, to better aid all of Dwarfdom. He was the kind of Dwarf that helped reforge pickaxes that had been passed down the fmaily line for generations. The sort of dwarf who would craft the rings a dwarf couple would exchange on the marriage day. Yes he was THAT kind of Dwarf.
Walking up to the bar he drops the tools of his trade by the chair with a thundering crunch as the portable anvil and struck the ground. Had it been made of anything other then stone it would have splintered. With a freindly cheer to the brewmaster he orders a beer before turning around to the main bar area to watch others of his kind chat and plan. Maybe an oppurtunity would present itself soon he thought.
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