A red horse, mounted by a rather scruffy individual, makes its way to the front of the portal. Scratching his chin, Tiryon looks at the formidable doors. Urging his horse forward, he uses his mount to nudge them open. That done, he slowly and painfully dismounts. Leading the mare in, Tiryon looks within. He spots someone over by the bar and gestures for them to approach.
Singularly hideous
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 Tiryon the Imp |
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Posts: 6 (09/13/05 2:45 AM) Sigil of the Imp |
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Beldhyr |
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Posts: 6306 (09/15/05 6:53 AM) Consul
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Jirel, sitting at the bar, turns his head toward the motion of the wave. His face is still streaked with soot from the recent battle, though the wounds beneath have been healed. His robe is singed and mottled with smoke and ash, giving the impression that he is an actor playing the part of someone badly burned. He wears the disguise poorly, as his koada'dal features and bearing carry an impression of perfection through his dishevelment. As he looks at Tiryon askew, one eye narrows slighty. Other than that, his expression remains impassive as he rises and walks over to Tiryon.
A small red imp takes flight from the bar, as well. It follows Jirel cat-like, wandering to either side at irregular distances and alighting momentarily on chairs or tables. Its glowing eyes remain focused intently on Jirel, sparing only a glance for the newcomer. Jirel stops several paces from Tiryon in a rustle of burnt gossamer. The smell of smoke that lingers in the Portal is multiplied by his approach. Well? |
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Tiryon the Imp |
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Posts: 6 (09/15/05 11:59 AM) Sigil of the Imp |
Tiryon looks up at Jirel and tilts his head to one side.
"I need some keys, I've been told. I was also informed that my room is in the temple, and I have to assume that Tysha will be staying there as well." The cleric rubs his horse's leg affectionately before gesturing leisurely toward the bar at the other side of the room. "Oh, and I assume that since I'm a Sigil, my tab here will be picked up?" |
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Shalkai |
Shalkai welcomes the new arrival | ||
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Posts: 1692 (09/15/05 1:42 PM) Chancellor
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Greetings, Tiryon! Here are your keys to the Sanctum, allowing you free access within. Lady C and the servants at the Temple will be able to find you a room to your liking, I'm sure. As far as eating and drinking goes, you're welcome to do that at whatever Tavern, Hall, or Order you'd like. All is paid for by gifts made by the wealthiest Sigils to the Sanctum. I'll leave it to you to find out which bartender stocks your personal favorite.
For now, though, how about a nice cold ale to cut the dust of the road? |
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Tiryon the Imp |
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Posts: 6 (09/15/05 1:53 PM) Sigil of the Imp |
Tiryon extends a stubby arm to Shalkai, shaking it with a firm grip.
"Now ale is an offer you'll rarely hear me turning down." Moving two chairs next to each other, Tiryon claims a table. Clambering up to one to use as his chair, he makes the other a support for his right leg, wincing as he extends it. Once comfortable, he thumbs through the keys. "Lady C... I don't believe she and I have had the chance to meet." Glancing over at Jirel, Tiryon flashes a grin. "So are you going to join us, or is sobriety at the top of your to-do list?" |
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Beldhyr |
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Posts: 6306 (09/16/05 6:23 AM) Consul
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A shadow passes over Jirel's face, one that has little to do with the soot smears.
Sobriety need not be done, but at the moment, I feel the need to remedy it. I have seen things today that I would have rather not. Jirel takes a seat across from Tiryon. His familiar lights across from him, on the back of the chair supporting Tiryon's leg. |
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Tiryon the Imp |
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Posts: 6 (09/16/05 12:59 PM) Sigil of the Imp |
Tiryon's smile fades. Leaning forward, he pushes a pint toward Jirel.
"Aye. Life's like that sometimes. To be sure, there are some things I wish I didn't have to remember... And some painful things that ... The cleric shakes his head a bit, his tight, wiry hair barely moving with the motion. "To cut a long story completely out of the conversation, I understand what you mean." |
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Beldhyr |
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Posts: 6306 (09/16/05 1:12 PM) Consul
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Jirel ignores the pint that almost reaches the middle of the table, but not quite, instead taking a Faydwer Shaker from the approaching Tylum's laden tray. He raises an eyebrow at Tiryon and takes a long, slow drink.
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Tiryon the Imp |
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Posts: 6 (09/18/05 4:38 PM) Sigil of the Imp |
Tiryon laughs.
"To each their own. So ... besides trying to help all the Sigils I see, what are my other responsibilities now that I have full access within these walls? Am I to clean the stables weekly, sweep the temple, do other chores, or are there people in the employ of the Sigils that take care of those types of things?" The cleric looks over to Shalkai. |
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Posts: 6306 (09/27/05 6:34 AM) Consul
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Jirel glances at Shalkai over the rim of his glass, then glances back at his familiar. He notes the imp's fiery gaze is fixed on Shalkai.
Be gone. With those words and a sharp jesture, Jirel's familiar is immolated into nothingness. He turns back to Shalkai with an expectant look. |
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