RE: Wizard Detective
03-24-2017, 07:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-01-2017, 10:00 AM by BreadProduct.)
A brief look around the deli is all it takes to find a nice window side table. Unfortunately it's already taken by a group of four tough looking dwarves plated in steel with magical armaments each worth a kings ransom. They must be adventurers, likely passing through. The group is scouring over a map and speaking in dwarven.
Morgan makes a few words out as she walks past to an outside table. "Are you daft? I knew we shoulda taken a left at Mount Rancor!" Another wearing a top hat with chains adorning it's frame. "I know where we be going." Just before Morgan closes the door a third dwarf. "We should ask fer directions."
She sits down at a empty table set underneath a cozy hay cabana, it's a little chilly outside, summer nears it's end. Nearby the sound of water clumsily splashes through a channel fenced off to deter people from falling in. People can be seen walking over a stone bridge in the distance. Morgan contemplates if she should have tried to help the Dwarves. She knows the nearby area pretty well for the most part. But they are equally as likely to try and recruit her once they find out she is a Wizard. No one in Particular pats Morgan's cheek with a paw impatient for garlic and fish. "Alright, here you go." She places a wooden bowl on the table with shredded salmon and a clove of garlic which No on in particular makes no hesitation to start eating.
Morgan follows No one in particular's example soon after. Using prestidigitation to keep her meal warm. The sandwich, with it's toasted bread has a crunchy outside and a soft fluffy center, the lettuce and tomato tastes like they were harvested yesterday and the bacon tastes as good as it smelled. The combination of all these things and what's this? A sauce? Further investigation shows it's mayo but that's not all, it has a sweet spicy secret betrayed by it's powdered specks strewn about inside the eggy cream. She takes another bite. Dried red pepper and ginger, with a hint of lemon. "Impressive." Morgan says between mouth fulls. The half orc definitely outdid himself. This place has earned her repeat business.
Dwarves exit single file out of the deli. Still arguing as they pass on by. The Dwarf with the top hat can be heard. "We'll go to tha market. Bound to be someone there tha knows where tha temple of Archuu Bleshuu be."
The temple of Archuu Bleshuu has a mixed history, the tribe who built the temple believed that every time they sneeze a part of their soul escapes their body. The temple was made in hope that their deity Archuu Bleshuu will provide a safe place to sneeze without their soul escaping to the ether. The tribe however became divided on what exactly their god is doing with their souls when they sneezed in the temple and eventually perished through violent infighting. Whether or not their fear for their souls was justified, there are bound to be several artifacts of great value hidden inside it's chamber walls.
Morgan looks down at her empty hands. She finished her sandwich.
Morgan makes a few words out as she walks past to an outside table. "Are you daft? I knew we shoulda taken a left at Mount Rancor!" Another wearing a top hat with chains adorning it's frame. "I know where we be going." Just before Morgan closes the door a third dwarf. "We should ask fer directions."
She sits down at a empty table set underneath a cozy hay cabana, it's a little chilly outside, summer nears it's end. Nearby the sound of water clumsily splashes through a channel fenced off to deter people from falling in. People can be seen walking over a stone bridge in the distance. Morgan contemplates if she should have tried to help the Dwarves. She knows the nearby area pretty well for the most part. But they are equally as likely to try and recruit her once they find out she is a Wizard. No one in Particular pats Morgan's cheek with a paw impatient for garlic and fish. "Alright, here you go." She places a wooden bowl on the table with shredded salmon and a clove of garlic which No on in particular makes no hesitation to start eating.
Morgan follows No one in particular's example soon after. Using prestidigitation to keep her meal warm. The sandwich, with it's toasted bread has a crunchy outside and a soft fluffy center, the lettuce and tomato tastes like they were harvested yesterday and the bacon tastes as good as it smelled. The combination of all these things and what's this? A sauce? Further investigation shows it's mayo but that's not all, it has a sweet spicy secret betrayed by it's powdered specks strewn about inside the eggy cream. She takes another bite. Dried red pepper and ginger, with a hint of lemon. "Impressive." Morgan says between mouth fulls. The half orc definitely outdid himself. This place has earned her repeat business.
Dwarves exit single file out of the deli. Still arguing as they pass on by. The Dwarf with the top hat can be heard. "We'll go to tha market. Bound to be someone there tha knows where tha temple of Archuu Bleshuu be."
The temple of Archuu Bleshuu has a mixed history, the tribe who built the temple believed that every time they sneeze a part of their soul escapes their body. The temple was made in hope that their deity Archuu Bleshuu will provide a safe place to sneeze without their soul escaping to the ether. The tribe however became divided on what exactly their god is doing with their souls when they sneezed in the temple and eventually perished through violent infighting. Whether or not their fear for their souls was justified, there are bound to be several artifacts of great value hidden inside it's chamber walls.
Morgan looks down at her empty hands. She finished her sandwich.