The Word of Lost Souls
Jason awakens in the Chaotic Lucky Fungus, he memory completely gone. He only knows one thing, his name.
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The Word of Lost Souls
Getting closer he sees a faded swinging sign the bears a mushroom and the name The Chaotic Lucky Fungus. Pushing the door open, he walks in slowly trying to get his bearings. The confusion in his mind only mounts as a specter floats past him. He walks in further turning in a circle, taking in the entirety of the building and the occupants. Approaching the bar he speaks to the woman, and the tavern as a whole. "Where am I?"
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CharacterLast of her clan
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Re: The Word of Lost Souls
A handful of copper was dropped in front of her as the cook lifted up the delivery and returned to the back. "Thank you kindly Ma'am." The bard didn't know if she was heard, but added the coins to her purse.
Nedira absent mindedly patted the sword at her belt as she looked the man over. "Well, did you need directions somewhere Sir? I know my way around Tvir at this point if you are lost. I'm also, fairly skilled in many things if aid is what you seek." She smiled politely as she gave a slight bow of her head. "I go by Nedira Kir, who might you be?"
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"I could use help. Maybe find out what I am supposed to be doing." Jason's stomach growls a little. "Maybe after a bite to eat. Looking down at the counter he is unsure of where he is supposed to go from here.
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She turned to the owner behind the bar. She was quite pretty all told. Her black hair was cut short and she was wearing a form fitting green dress. The warrior woman pulled out twenty copper pieces for the signiture special. "We'll have two of the house special if you please Madam." She dropped the coins on the counter as she lowered herself to the nearest bar stool.
Now she turned to the man and smiled from her seated position. "Jason I do hope your not the type to turn down a free meal. For now this is all I can do without more information. Can you tell me what happened when you woke up? The slightest detail could be important." She waited patiently to hear what he had to say. As she gestured to the seat next to her.
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CharacterThe Blade of Glass
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Re: The Word of Lost Souls
"I'll take the job. Ghosts reporting robberies. The ghosts that won't talk to anyone?" she asked again and winced at the complete lack of expression on the clerks face. "Right, think I know a place," she continued with a shrug as she collected the paperwork. Checking her gear, an entirely needless ritual given she'd checked it before she even came here, Bracken started for The Chaotic Lucky Fungus.
The place was unusual, or it would have been anywhere but Verdant Row. The outside looked like a bold Mage designer had teleported a house inside a fishmonger's. Bracken had been a few times and most remembered the stew, and the fact that there was a young gal there who seemed to talk to the ghosts and get answers.
Hitting the front door with only a mild shove to get it unstuck, she grunted faintly at the unseemly creak the wood made before it swung aside. The room beyond was mostly normal looking, half-filled with a mix of spirits and travelers all in various states of meals. Before she could even step inside. the scent of simmering stew washed over the battlemage and she felt a clawing need to eat.
With a few quick strides, and one careful dodge around someone as they rose, Bracken reached the countertop and settled in next to a pair who seemed to be chatting or perhaps on some kind of outing. Focused on her task, she tossed her coins down and gave the proprietress a bright smile. "Another for me while you're at it, and I need to talk with the little one too, if she's got some time."
That handled, Bracken turned her focus to the other two. 'Humans, northerner by the braid and a- mud roller,' she assessed quickly, flashing them both a more reserved smile. "You look like you've been enjoying the local mudpiles. They up to your standards?" she asked the man with another glance up and down his bedraggled state.
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The voice makes him turn his attention to the newcomer, a short woman who had an air of attitude about her to him. "Mudpies, are completely comfortable once you get in the right position. Something you probably never experienced." Jason says with a bit of spite and sarcasm.
Jason sat there looking between trying to determine which one would be more useful in helping him and the one that would be more interesting. The girl that was kind and helpful or the one that was rude, interjecting themselves into a conversation, but full of confidence and seeming capable.
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When the fellow female warrior interjected she stopped herself from continuing to speak. She measured the confidence the other woman spoke with against her movement. The bard concluded that she might make a challenging fight if it came to that. "I hear some cultures bathe in mud for therapeutic purposes, so good for you sir."
When the lady spoke of mudpiles the human girl realized she was filthy from mushroom gathering. She had no problem getting her hands dirty, but didn't want to eat like that. She hummed a few notes then sang a spell. "I have no time for grime." Power could be felt around her as the clothes she wore became clean. The rest of her was dirt free as well. She laughed as other people grew silent then resumed talking. That was when the fabled stew arrived for the three of them.
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He looks around as the girl sang a little tune. Noticing the lack of reaction from the room as the magic is cast he turns back to he pair, "So magic is relatively normal then? No consequence for being able to cast it?" Jason looks down at the soup and takes a spoonful to gather a taste of it as the mud on his face cracks and fall into the liquid deliciousness.
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CharacterThe Blade of Glass
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Re: The Word of Lost Souls
"And no, in this place, surrounded by the dead still living, there are few laws at all. You might want to have a care if you plan to stay long though; they'll scoop you right up for even a lick of magic, those fine folks and their Inquisition out west." She flicked a thumb in the vague direction of the distant human city.
Turning her attention to her stew, Bracken collected her spoon and indulged in a slow appreciative bite. The laziness of the motion made it clear she had very little to do until the requested 'little one' arrived. The fact another bite followed before she had even looked to her drink spoke well for the quality of the meal as well.
"You even got a weapon on you?" she asked before taking another hearty bite and grinning around the spoon. "Liable to end up back in the mud otherwise."
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"Well normal is a matter of perspective Sir. If you seek safety for magic use I hear Ajteire in Ninrah to the southeast is very accepting. Also, Domrhask in the Irtuen Reaches which is northeast is less strict then Fellsguard. Their motto so I've heard is keep it too yourself or The Hammer will exile you to a harsh island further north." The bard didn't feel explaining Fellsguard was necessary as the newcomer covered the main worry.
She laughed merrily at the woman's joke at her expense. The lady was starting to remind her of one of her father's favorite lovers. That red head loved cracking a joke no matter how desperate the situation. "Of course got to keep your Paramores happy, else they might refuse to shelter you in their embrace."
As the lady questioned Jason about weaponry she noted the swordsman's calluses on his hands. Strange that he wasn't carrying something that he must have worked hard to make use of. "If you don't have a means of defense I can show you a decent shop nearby. I think a proper sword would suit your skills, if you don't remember them." As an example she pointed at the telling marks on his hands. Then pointed at her own badges of honor on her palms. She drew her longsword slightly while keeping it mostly in the scabbard. She didn't want someone to think trouble was about to start. The way she held it showed the hilt fit snugly between the calluses. Then she lowered the weapon to its fully rested position.
Soon she had her spoon in hand as she sampled the mushroom soup allowing the warmth to energize her body. She could tell right away several different types made up the meal. She reached for the dark ale she was given as a drink. It wasn't as good as her grandmother use to make, but probably nothing could be. In her case she certainly couldn't go home again.