faerun.QUICK LINKS
When you wake up, you are in a room. It looks to be relatively well-decorated, rustic. The bed is comfortable, the linens clean, and the quilt is nice. You can hear the bustle of people outside. The city is beginning to wake. You do not have the opportunity to look into a mirror, or anything else: there's bang on the door. "Oi! Breakfast is bein' served! Get your asses up or you're not eatin'!" Coming outside the room reveals that you seem to be in an inn. There are dozens of rooms along the halls, and a massive eating space below. There are wall to wall tables stacked with food, drink, and people sitting down to eat. They may look strange and unique to some of you. There are people with elongated ears, talking dragon-folk, bird-people, and regular humans. It's a diverse crowd, boisterous and loud, laughing and joking. Before you can really catch your bearings, a friendly dwarvish woman bustles past, calling over her shoulder: "Never been to Mirabar, have you?" And, before you can really respond to her, your watch lights up. A NOTE FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD WITCH. "Oh, look at that! It worked! It actually worked! I can see . . . oh, look at you! You look fantastic! What a delightful world! I am positively green with envy!"
The noise from Astoria sounds delighted, and those who have experienced world jumps before will know that Astoria reaching out after the jump is a bit . . . unusual. Usually, she can't communicate -- and while the image is fuzzy, it is definitely there, and she's speaking rather quickly.
"I hope you enjoy your time in Faerun; the magic in that world is quite powerful, and it looks like a few of you are fitting in just fine . . . remember, find joy in the darkness, and please do your best to help these people! It seems like they just need a bit of fun. And don't forget, whatever you do, don't forget to-"
And then, the image cuts off.
Welcome to Mirabar -- a city full of magic, adventure, kayak racing, and quite a lot to do. The main central city itself, the capital, is a walled fortress, with a forest surrounding it, and a small cluster of villages outside of the walls itself. The Guard allows you to stray the perimeter of Mirabar, but anything further will get you a one-way ticket right back to the city gates. Don't worry, though! There is certainly plenty to do, both within the walled city and in the surrounding outskirts.
 LOCALITIES.Mirabar is a smaller city Faerun, but it has a rich history, a long-suffering head of state who employs adventurers on the regular, and the eager people here to meet you, employ you, and entertain you.
There are be taverns to frequent, inns to stay in, a guild to pick up adventuring jobs, farm work, mining work, welding work. The most desperate thing that Mirabar needs is for people to lend a hand. It may not be the most exciting job, but it will be appreciated. ➜ The Silver Blade is an adventuring guild is operated by a plethora of folks, but the elvish woman at the counter seems to be the one in charge. A series of tasks will be available for you to take up, ranging from deliveries through dangerous parts of the outskirts of town, to slaying monsters. The woman seems to be willing to pay in coin, so long as you bring back what she asks for. She doesn't tolerate nonsense.
➜ The Dusty Coffer is a tavern that looks to be rough-and-tumble, but full of good food, good drink, and good music. There’s a bard that lingers in the back who is willing to take on new students/performers, and can pay, too! You can get any range of fare here, and while it’s not a five-star establishment, the food and drink is delicious.
➜ The Blacksmith’s Burden doubles as a mine and a blacksmith’s forge. You can put in a day’s hard work here and buy weaponry. On one hand, you can learn how to make your own stuff! On the other hand, you can totally just buy stuff. They also sell basic tinkering tools and other materials to forge your own equipment. The entire establishment is run by an eager young half-elf named Dillon. He's missing two fingers. It was probably an accident.
➜ The Heroes' Hearth is the neighborhood inn, specifically designed to tailor to adventurer's! It is the main hub of where the Circle will be staying. You will need to pay for your rooms. They're cheap, but the keeper of the Heroes' Hearth (a delightful dwarvish woman named Hilda) is a strict mistress. She expects proper payment when payment is due! She is also a wonderful cook, and will feed you until you explode.
➜ There is a library, full of texts concerning the history of Mirabar and Faerun. There is also a fishing yard by the river. It is full of little boats and leather-strapped kayaks, which transport goods in and out of the city. There are also shops to purchase clothing, basic tools, and ingredients for spellcraft.
➜ It's a robust city with a focus on steel weaponry. You won't find a lot of magical weaponry, but you may get lucky at the Widow's Weep. It is a weird little thrift store run by an eccentric dragonborn who seems to have a lot of broken magical wares. They're cheap, but may not work correctly. There’s a ton to do, and the people of Mirabar are inclined to help you get settled in (and also help you spend your money).  TASK BOARD.There is a giant announcement board of sorts, in the center of town, where the patrons and workers in Mirabar can put up jobs for hire. Suspiciously, the task board seems to be centrally positioned outside of The Silver Blade, the adventurer's guild. Almost as if the guild wants to check out whoever is looking at the tasks . . .
All of the below tasks can be taken up by an unlimited number of people, so if you see a bunch of people signing up for a task you really want to play out - don't be discouraged! Also, remember to submit your work submissions to the appropriate thread on the OOC post.THE SILVER BLADE: Adventurer's Guild.↠ "The village neighboring our own has asked for our help. Predators taken up residence and have been attacking farmers and travelers. Beware, for they are wolf-like creatures, equipped with poisonous fangs and impeccable hearing. It’s your job to evacuate the village, take care of the threat and ensure that nobody gets caught in the crossfire. Need 2-4 Adventurers; the work is difficult. Will pay 100 GP per wolf head, 500 GP max reward."
↠ "The alleged “prison” in Darkwood hardly serves its purpose. A group of prisoners escaped, and you've got to put them back where they belong. Far from a surprise when thieves run this town. Just one prisoner will do, unless you’re desperate for coin. Be careful; they’re seasoned rogues and will do anything to escape your grasp. 100 GP dead, 500 GP alive. We would prefer the idiot alive."
↠ “A woman named Fionn lives across Blackwater Bridge — she needs you to deliver a satchel of love letters to a man who will remain unnamed. It’s a secret, you see. She would take them herself, but she her family is too prestigious for her to afford any...gossip. The journey will require you to go through the Nymph’s Forest, and they have a knack of casting mind altering spells. This will be a bit of a recurring thing, so try not to read them, will you? 50 GP for delivery, minus 5 GP for every love letter lost. No reimbursements for injuries."
↠ “There are a particular set of nasty creatures that are inhabiting the eaves in the nearby Temple. Ordinarily, I would tell the priest to deal with it, but he seems to be convinced that they’re of an evil nature. I personally think they are just bats, but check them out, will you? Apparently they spew some sort of acid. I would bring a coat. 5 GP per 5 sets of bat wings. Bonus 15 GP if you bring one back alive."
↠ “This is a bit of an unsavory task, but...if you’re willing to betray the law a bit, you’ll be rewarded appropriately. An aristocrat in Zledfield is in possession of a prized, ethereal jewel that once belonged to the Convocation of Witches and Wizards of our city. It’s incredibly powerful and enables one to harness any power they might desire with a single tough. But he’s stolen it, and we need to steal it back. Sneak into his manor and return to us safely. Try to avoid the guards. And the attack gryffons. And the mote. And the very man himself. 2500 GP available for the successful retrieval of the gem.” THE DUSTY COFFER: Tavern.↠ “Come hither, ladies, gentlemen and everything in between! Looking for the richest of riches? Put on a play that brings in the crowd. We were thinking, ah...what was it? Romulus and Judith? Or Hamlamb, Aladjinn, oh...whatever strikes your fancy. Just make sure it’s good! 8 SP per performance, plus tips!”
↠ “Hey. You hear about Rhug’s warning? The man who runs this joint? He’s been complainin’ about how the mead’s been going missing...well, I know you need the coin — not hard to tell from how you look. I’ve been selling it under the table for a steal, and let’s just say my pockets have been fuller than ever. You help me smuggle some out and you’ll get a good cut of my profits. 50 GP per load, cut in half if you lose some product.”
↠ “We’re always in need of bartenders and cooks, and our last cook enchanted our damn cutlery. It keeps singing and dancing in the kitchens, like it’s some kind of musical. Bards . . . anyway, we’d appreciate the help trying to tame them. Looks like singing along with them shuts them up for a time, but we’ve got to get food out sooner rather than later. 8 SP for a night's work, plus tips."
↠ “Some of patrons keep bringin’ their kids around here, but we can’t serve the little ones. But there’s no point in throwing a good customer to the wind, is there? We’ve got a big room upstairs. Babysit for the night and you’ll get something good out of it...we can negotiate. Reward is 8 CP per kid, plus a free round of drinks for you and your mates.” THE BLACKSMITH'S BURDEN: Mining/Forging.↠ "We’re in desperate need of ore, and the caves have got some sort of flying bat-things wanderin’ about… lady down at the Silver Blade says they’re just bats, but the priest has got ‘em too, and I’m tellin’ you, those fucking things aren’t bats. They melt your steel and everything . . . anyway, bring up some ore for us, and we’ll pay you in weaponry, if you like."
↠ “We’ve got a big order from the Council to make a bunch of decorations to throw up around the lamp fixtures, for the big festival . . .and we need a lot of painting done. Grab a brush and help us paint up these lamp posts in our colors, and careful not to mix them up! We don’t need bright yellow garish lookin’ stuff, alright? We'll give you some supplies and 5 CP an hour worked.”
↠ “Created a new sword fit for dragon slayin’. I want to see it in action — you mind using it in the local tournament comin’ up this week? Win and they’ll give you a handsome earning. Lose and well, you’ll still get somethin’ from me...a win win situation, ain’t it? 150 GP for winning the tournament, win-lose, you get the sword."
↠ "We've got rats. They're fuckin' everywhere. I'm thinking Rodrick had somethin' to do with it, pissed off that sorceress at the Silver Blade proper . . . anyway, I'll give you 5 CP per rat. I'll double it if you drop it off on her doorstep."
THE FISHING YARD: And surrounding areas.↠ “Help me…! I’m a failure of a sorceress...my love potion fell flat. But my presentation is in an hour...if you could just — if you and a friend of yours could just...take a sip in front of the audience and pretend like you’re MADLY in love, I’ll pay you well! I promise! Both of you! And I’ll create any kind of potion you desire...the other ones work just fine, I assure you!”
↠ “I need some fisherman ready to catch The Big One . . . or that’s what I call the little bastard evadin’ me. It’s a big beauty, with rainbow scales and big teeth . . . I just want the meat, but I’ll give you the scales and teeth, plus treat you to dinner with a friend if you help me catch it!”
↠ “Boat races, boat races! We need to practice for the big race at the festival! We’re testing out a new type of kayak, and sure, it might have a few . . . buoyancy problems, but that’s what we need you lot to test it for, yeah? We’ll pay you 9 SP per ride, 1 GP if you win the race without sinking, and you get to test drive a new enterprise!”
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But the two pistols don't look right in his hands, not at all, and there's a soft huff of breath against the curve of muscle that connects neck and shoulder. ]
They're mind. [there's a curious certainty in her voice] I have no idea where I got them, but I'm certain of it.
[ Her thumb runs against his, tracing callouses and enjoying skin-to-skin warmth, before she chuckles, shaking dark hair from her eyes. ]
Usually we're awake for jumps, but apparently not this time. I can't say I mind too much when the landing is this comfortable. [also, a breakfast they dont' have to cook? she's all for it] We'll just have to get a better look at the place we've arrived at when--
[ tap tap tap
A pause, a blink, and Vex raises an eyebrow at the unfamiliar bundle of feathers beyond the window pane. ]
Well. That's unusual.
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Ah.
[ he's not sure what he's trying to say, fingers giving hers a squeeze. ]
I believe that's my... friend.
[ softer, maybe somewhat awkwardly as he untangles himself from the blankets, drops another kiss onto vex's forehead and pads, bare-footed across the floor. odds are, it could just be a wild owl come to tear his face to pieces (gods know he deserves it, some sort of age-old karmic retribution sort of thing) but... percy believes this is something else as he undoes the latch somewhat hurriedly. a white blur flaps in, flashing feathers and cooing. it's a bit cramped in here for a bird to be flying about, but she alights very carefully upon one of the bed posts, looking at percy very expectantly, her feathers thoroughly ruffled. ]
That's what you are, isn't it? [ he says curiously, walking over towards the bed again, reaching out a hand (he's going to get bitten, he's going to get bitten, he's going to—) and stroking her chest feathers softly, to which she responds with a soft cooing noise. ]
Sorry for the delay? I'm not a morning person, you know this. [ and then he looks at vex somewhat helplessly? what is this? who is this? why does this owl like him? why isn't it attacking him? pls.... ] I'm not dreaming, am I, dear?
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His hesitation is much like hers; there's a certainty to it, even as he questions the situation much as she does. Whatever worry he has about their unexpected visitor seem unfounded, at least: it immediately pushes into the room, soaring to the bed post, and Vex can't help but admire the snowy bird. She rather suspects its not a native to where ever it is they're visiting. But an owl, seeking out Percy?
and yet still no hogwarts letter. ]Is that a question for her, or for me? [amusement dances in her eyes] You are going to introduce her, aren't you? She really is quite lovely.
[ Vex really has no idea what's going on, but it's already infinitely preferable to past experience. ]
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The both of you, of course, [ he chuckles, leaning in a bit to meet eye-to-eye with the owl. there's a moment where she looks at him directly, his finger curled just beneath her sharp beak. still, she doesn't lunge or make to cause him harm. and why would she? why would she ever? a smile curls over his lips as he straightens now and looks to vex. ] Now where are my manners? One lovely lady should know another.
[ probably gone with all my sense, he thinks as he clears his throat. ] This is Cordelia. And Cordelia, this is my wife... Lady Vex'ahlia, Third Baroness of Whitestone and Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt.
[ cordelia herself turns her head to look at vex and dips her head politely. which, maybe should surprise percy a bit, but something bone deep tells percy not to be. that this is precisely how she acts towards others: polite and perfectly preened, bright eyes alive with something beyond being a particularly friendly owl. ] And, Trinket, of course.
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It's lovely to meet you, Cordelia. [Trust Vex to have no problem with addressing another's companion, which the owl so clearly is. Even if she has no notion where the creature came from previously, she recognises the like.] ...She knows us, doesn't she? It's almost like you've been together a long time, isn't it?
[then a thought:] When we get home, [to Whitestone, to their friends and family, to their home] we really do need to have Cassandra clarify if that should be 'First House' now...
[ She wants the words to be casual, but she can't quite manage it, a shyness that rarely finds home with Vex'ahlia curving her mouth up at the corners. His wife. Her husband. She tips her head up at her husband, viewing him through her lashes, while warmth curls in her belly, still, at the simple fact of their marriage.
(It's not really elopement, is it, when you had to have the Guardian of Woven Stone sign off on it, on account of nobility. In exchange for Official Public Wedding nonsense during high summer. A ridiculous ceremony and excessive festivities, in exchange for the hand of this man for the rest of her days. Really, was the best deal Vex'ahlia's ever made.) ]
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cordelia. what a name. where the fuck did it even come from? it just seems natural, passing his lips, and she responds to it as if she's always had that name, as if she's had it since she was fresh out of her egg. ]
We'll see all about houses when we return, [ a quiet promise as he sits back on the bed with a slow movement, returning his fingers to his lap. cordelia herself, seeing that her attention is no longer needed, flutters off to the desk to examine the bow resting on it, head cocking this way and that. ] It's the strangest thing that I... have absolutely no memory of meeting her, but I feel like I know her so well all the same.
[ reaching over, he places a hand on vex's thigh, a reassuring grip in how he presses against it. he leans in and delivers one more kiss to her before murmuring: ] Well. Best get ready, right? Figure out what the hell is going on here. The sooner the better.
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[ When he looks to her, Vex can't help but beam proudly at him. Whatever this relationship, whatever this partnership he has with Cordelia, it's a good look for him - at least in her eyes. (And biased as she is, Vex won't be persuaded otherwise.)
His return to the bed has her shifting over, so she can rest her chin on his shoulder, and when his hand lightly rests on her thigh, there's a knowing look even as she lets her own hand reach and intertwine fingers with his. ]
Given the guns are mine, and you've gained a friend, perhaps this is a world where our roles have been switched? Why, I couldn't fathom a guess, but perhaps that's part of this visit's mystery. But I suppose we can start figuring that out over breakfast--
[a blipping noise, then a flicker of light forms behind them, radiating from where the communication devices are on the bedside table. Astoria's message, given in her usual cheerful manner. It is at least a little more informative than those past, but Vex can't help but raise an eyebrow at her husband when it cuts off.]
..Well let's hope that last line wasn't anything ominous.
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[ percy presses his lips together in an unamused thin line. the idea of breakfast is incredibly tantalizing now... he hasn't realized how hungry he is up until this moment and his stomach lets out a growl that's actually loud enough to cause both trinket and cordelia to turn their heads towards where vex and he are seated on the bed. ]
Breakfast, then a walkabout, see where exactly we are and what needs doing. And maybe also get a look at how you handle those pistols, if you don't mind.
[ if he's to play ranger to her gunslinger, then he wants to see just how well her shooting is. those pistols, after all, are very nice... he wants a look. ]
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[ Not an impossibility, now she’s said it, especially if they traded powers! But breakfast was called, and Vex doesn’t resist rolling out of bed this time, glancing to where their clothing is placed in far too neat a pile. ]
That sounds excellent. Perhaps Cordelia can lead the tour? [owls are very intelligent, and unlike them, she’s from this world] The sooner we get a good idea of the lay of the land, the better. Here’s hoping the food is not more of the ship gruel.
[ then a wink, tossed over her shoulder ] So long as those aren’t the only thing you’re looking at, I think we can find a suitable place for a practical demonstration.