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Post by enchilada on May 28, 2019 19:19:40 GMT
Dhaunmyr reminded himself suddenly that not everyone was as well versed with Waterdeep as he. It was a weird thing to think, that he knew more than anybody at all. Surely, he was the most foreign of any, he was most alien. And yet, he was the one with the knowledge, the understanding, application, perhaps she had far more. He couldn’t tell, either way, but he decided not to dwell on it for too long.
As with everything.
“It’s the cemetery for Waterdeep, big enough to be its own ward, but, it also happens to be a nice place to visit. Closed after sundown, as I’m sure you can understand. But, depending on your opinion on such things, I find that its more... atmospheric at night. Should you be interested in a little stroll, of course. I would simply hate to assume I’d impressed you enough on eloquence alone that you might dream of doing such a thing with me.”
Dhaunmyr was... hopeful. He had friends in Waterdeep enough to count by his hands. As in, two. If he had even the chance to up it to three, that would be enough for him for a while. At least until Faerveren and Brennip were again come and gone.
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Post by authenticet on May 30, 2019 11:51:20 GMT
Cemetery...huh. She stopped searching for something that would interest her and instead looked thoughtful for a moment; managing to completely disregard the fact she barely knew this man. A cemetery is a cemetery, but it might bode as a fascinating place for general research. There may be some interesting grave sites there, and maybe even the graves of monks before her, it was always helpful for her to compile how following the life of a monk affected one's longevity - even more so when they followed the path she did. She rolled her staff in her fingers feeling the smoothness of the cherry wood and, whilst chewing on her lip as she looked hard at the top of a bookshelf.
" Sounds interesting," she replied, "How do you propose we get in?"
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Post by enchilada on May 30, 2019 12:09:14 GMT
“The ways are easy enough, don’t you worry, my dear. This is the sort of thing I have done many, many times.” Dhaunmyr smiled to himself, not necessarily reminiscing over anything in Waterdeep, more of sneaking around the home of... Lhalathlin. Priestess Lhalathlin. He was a little shocked that any name came at all to mind, perhaps it was because he wasn’t in some kind of dazed, mindless, waking sleep. He was well fed, for his standards. That he was... almost normal.
Maybe he wanted some of the mind fuzz back.
Focus on literally anything else, damn it— “The only thing I would ask is where would you intend to meet? I could give you directions to my home, but, perhaps you are still too fresh and new to Waterdeep to fully take advantage of such a thing, which is fine by me. Where am I likely to find you, this evening?”
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Post by authenticet on May 30, 2019 13:39:51 GMT
Zephyr racked her brains for a moment, "This City of the Dead...it's not too far from the market is it? I'd be happy to meet you here tonight unless there is somewhere closer you have in mind."
She glanced at Dhaunmyr once more. He was difficult to get a read on. Obviously an...odd fellow. He'd seemed cowardly, arrogant, mindless and mindful all at the same time. She supposed it never mattered, he was either kind or forward enough to offer to show her around and regardless of his own intents, her own curiosity could be sated with this trip.
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Post by enchilada on May 30, 2019 13:51:50 GMT
“The market is a very big place, my dear.” Dhaunmyr chuckled, “But, I will look for you regardless.” Then, he busied himself with glancing through the books, aware but uncaring of the gaze upon him. He was interesting to see, and he was extremely beautiful. It would be a waste if Zephyr wasn’t looking at him at all. Not that he was vain or anything. He just... knew he was good looking, and there was nothing wrong with that.
It was indeed the evening, the sun had gone down, people were milling around slightly less in favour of going home or going to get drunk, but Dhaunmyr didn’t belong to such a crowd that night, for once. He was headed out! Of course, he didn’t bother with a different story for his friend, she knew he would be out somewhere in Waterdeep, or at home, in bed, and either didn’t particularly matter.
Dhaunmyr had gotten changed completely, slightly more practical but still painfully stylish and a little over the top. His breastplate, a new addition to his armor, was hidden beneath a cloak, although the same could not be said for his quiver and his bow. Dhaunmyr had of course promised to show Zephyr some of the ways of the elven archer.
With him, he brought four orbs of light, that circled his head, almost like a crown. It just made him stand out, if he didn’t already. Was that — no, wait, oh! “Zephyr!” Dhaunmyr called, in his usual trying-to-impress-you tone. He smiled. Dhaunmyr was happy to see her again, and glad she’d decided to come. Probably. Maybe she’d been trying to avoid him and — no more bad thoughts. No more. “Are you quite ready to accompany me on a most delightful and totally above board stroll?”
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Post by authenticet on May 31, 2019 17:38:39 GMT
Since she'd arrived back at the inn she'd been leafing through various morsels of information she'd been gradually acquiring. Mostly names of various monks, information on the different Gods of death as well as healing, notes on elves and their own longevity. It was definitely obsessive. She knew that; she'd been told that. But if her training came to fruition, she'd have all the time in the world to enjoy other things. It was hard to imagine a fate worse than death. After all they say you die twice, once when you die, and the second time when the last person thinks of you - and she never wanted that to happen to herself.
Regardless of how short time seemed to drag as she read through, reorganised, and rewrote the same words down, a ritual at this point - she noticed the sun dropping in the sky and realised she'd soon have to go out once more. Muttering a short prayer to Akadi she darted off, looking longingly at the bar on the first level of the inn as she did so.
It was difficult for Dhaunmyr to not be the first thing she saw upon entering the market. Not the groups of drunkards, nor the flickering lights from inside a tavern, instead it was the glowing orbs surrounding the head of a drow. As she neared him she began to feel underdressed, he'd put effort into his appearance, definitely too much effort but effort nonetheless. She'd chosen to stay in the same clothes as earlier, merely switching out the smaller hood she wore for a heavier, floor length grey cloak under which she kept her hand grasped onto her staff. He had mentioned that he was an archer, and the quiver and bow which was swung over on his back. She heard him call out to her and she waved brightly in response eager to traipse through the City of the Dead.
"I am," She responded, "Are you ready to go?"
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Post by enchilada on May 31, 2019 18:06:41 GMT
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” Dhaunmyr chuckled, snapping his fingers and — the lights were gone. Apart from his hair, he was quite well blended into the darkness around him, although it didn’t last for too long until the next streetlight. That was the most interesting thing about the Trades Ward. It never seemed to quite empty. Dhaunmyr reached out to take Zephyr’s hand, but stopped halfway and instead took a minuscule bit of fluff from her shoulder, one that would likely have passed through even the strictest military parade inspection. He nodded, once, and put that hand away in his pocket.
“Allow us to make haste, then, we’ll likely need to plan ahead in some manner. I have gotten in once before, but I was watching for when the guards were changing over.” He smiled. “There are also the sentry towers to watch out for, but I’m sure they’re all more concerned with making sure there’s no evil magic happening than some every day, normal people, just going for a laugh, hah-“
The Trades Ward was right next to the City of the Dead, so it didn’t take long at all to find it, nor to get in rather close proximity to it. There were guards around the gates, but the walls were much less of a problem. If he’d estimated things correctly, he’d get them in, facing the tomb where most of the dead merchants of Waterdeep rested. He tried not to think about it too much.
Dhaunmyr dropped his voice to a whisper. “This is going to sound like a ridiculous question. Can you levitate?”
The plan was simple. Cloak the area in darkness, stealth on over into it, get up, pull yourself over, and dispel both spells. Probably. Dhaunmyr was pretty confident in it working, so long as the guards were human, which there was a good chance of them being. The only time he’d likely ever wish anything to be human, was darkness. It was so... useful. He couldn’t see through it, either, but it didn’t seem so suspicious, that way. But it had to all be done quickly.
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Post by authenticet on May 31, 2019 18:29:49 GMT
Zephyr grinned,
"I'm an air Genasi love - that is one of my specialties." She glanced over towards the wall of the cemetery. The walls didn't seem too tall from where she was but it was admittedly becoming more difficult to see as the darkness of night crept up the streets and along the walls of Waterdeep. "Sneak up and over the wall then I guess?" Leaning against her staff as she watched Dhaunmyr regard the situation in front of the two of them.
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Post by enchilada on May 31, 2019 18:52:51 GMT
“You’re going to have to trust me for a moment, alright?”
Dhaunmyr reached for her hand again, and actually connected. Then, he centered his thoughts to his earring, which hung next to the stretcher. The jewel became completely opaque with darkness, before it cloaked him, and Zephyr, and a fair amount around them. Dhaunmyr casts Darkness
“Shh.” He gently tugged on her hand before pulling her over to the wall. “I’m lighter than I look. You can drag me up with you, then we’ll have one to get out, too. I’m a dark elf, love.”
Stealth w adv: UXCDoLAY1d20+31d20+3 1d20+3·1d20+3
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Post by authenticet on May 31, 2019 18:59:56 GMT
7LqWDekq1d20+3 1d20+3
Zephyr nodded holding onto Dhaunmyr as tight as she could without hurting him for fear of dropping him, moving swiftly and lithely as she began to cast levitate. She, a woman who already looked as though her feet never set foot on the ground slowly began to levitate up, controlled and over the wall before she set the two of them down close to the wall and with care set Dhaunmyr to the floor. 1d20+3·1d20+3
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Post by enchilada on May 31, 2019 19:48:53 GMT
Up and over, simple, quick, no mess. Dhaunmyr helped her with the direction, pulling and feeling on the wall, but there wasn’t much else to be done, it wasn’t the world’s most complex manoeuvre.
“Alright, I’m going to drop concentration on the darkness, now.” He whispered to her, and he did. It was gone.
This left them both free to look around the City of the Dead, although Dhaunmyr could see much more. This kind of darkness, nonmagical, was the kind he was born to see through. She could see around her, sure, but only Dhaunmyr would have any way to see around. There were a few lights, where there were candles, or patrolling guards with fire lit torches, but nothing to help.
Perception with disadvantage due to darkvision giving Dhaun dim light not darkness (dc 12):
K8QNJ7u81d20+31d20+3
(Sad)
”Okay. We’re here.”1d20+3·1d20+3
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Post by authenticet on Oct 6, 2019 16:49:36 GMT
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Zephyr could make out the basic shapes of the things in front of her, and on occasion see the flickering of lights ahead which belonged to passing guards as she watched torch light bounce and reflect off of their armour and on the hilts of their swords. She breathed out. She'd gotten the two of them safely over the wall, and, she was pretty sure they were unnoticed. The man to the side of her seemed relaxed enough despite the precarity of their situation and it seemed reasonable to her in the moment that it wasn't the first, and wouldn't be the last time he'd do something like this.
"That surprisingly never seemed too hard," Zephyr started unconvincingly almost seeming to persuade herself for a moment that actually, all went well and there was minimal chance of them being caught or seen during their 'escapade'.1d20+4·1d20+4
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Post by enchilada on Oct 14, 2019 9:44:52 GMT
Another thing that would have caught Zephyr’s eye was the few sparks of purplish magic that appeared to be coming from just behind a tombstone. The dark hid the figure, but there was something of a flap of a cloak and of a general feeling of presence that just wasn’t right for a more or less empty graveyard. Dhaunmyr was far too busy assessing other things, he simply swept over it in his scan, but it was definitely there.
“I would never allow a lady to do anything that was even approaching difficulty, if I was able to do it myself.” He whispered back, smiling to himself. “It’s hardly much to ask, of course, my existence is simply laid out in such a way that I practically can’t help it. If you ever need help with anything, of course, simply call.”
“For now — a stroll.”
(I have no idea actually why I gave him disadvantage on that but the first roll was the lowest anyway /shrug)
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