human
UNKNOWN TAVERN; UNKNOWN LANDS
Time: Early-Evening
Environment: Light cloud cover, light winds, normal temperatureHp: 30/30 (subdual dmg 0), Temp Hp: 0
OTHER
Oracle Spells: 1st
Blood of Heroes (Su) 3/3 rnds
True Lore (Su) 1/1 daily
Voice of the Grave (Su) 3/3 rndsCombat Gear: arrows x20
Conditions: n/a
As consciousness returns to Tessara, it is not the peaceful rise from the darkness of sleep but the sudden, harsh jolt of shocked senses, as though awakening from nightmare. Strangely, she has no recollection as to what might have caused her distress, save for a vague sense of unease. Disorientation quickly takes place of all other concerns.
She finds herself sitting at the back of a crowded bar in a shadowy corner, though she does not know where or how she got there in the first place. There's an empty pewter cup on the rough hewn wooden table before her, along with a shortbow and quiver of arrows. An expertly worked leather bag lies on the floor at her feet, its placement making it feel like it belongs to her, and a pair of long daggers holstered in her belt. Strangely enough, whilst she can remember all the items, including the contents of the bag, she has no memory of the empty cup.
There is a feeling of approaching evening in the air, and certainly the current number of people filing into this little den of inebriation would indicate people coming in for the night after attending to their daily concerns. No one seems bothered to pay Tessara any attention, be it the bartender, the rushing servers, nor the motely (if unremarkable) assemblage of clients waxing clamorous for the night.
Her first attempts at movement results in a feeling of harrowing vertigo, though this passes within moments, leaving no clue as to the source.
"Sorry to bother you miss," comes the timid voice of a serving boy, holding his serving tray close to his chest defensively. "But the owner says you have to buy something if you want to continue to sit here any longer. We're filling up for the evening and we can't afford idle customers taking up tables."
In the background, the balding man behind the counter looks on sternly, but throws an apologetic nod at Tessara, even as he continues to polish a tankard without missing a beat.Welcome to the first post of the thread! Feel free to introduce Tessara and get your bearings. If you feel the need to further information that you feel is pertinent to your character making her decisions, but can't find it IC, feel free to shoot me a quick PM and I'll provide it.
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New]TESSARA 'TESS' THURANNI
Current Mood: Temperament, present thoughts
Equipped Gear: Items readied for combat
Appearance: Armour/Clothes worn; anything about appearance you wish to emphasize; NPC first impressions
Tagging: Events or people of interest in present scene
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TESSARA 'TESS' THURANNI
Current Mood: Confused, out of sorts, calculating.Equipped Gear: Armor, sheathed daggers, bow nearby, but nothing really 'ready'. Appearance: Strangely pale, lovely, but black leather armor and tools of the trade make her less than approachable.Tagging: Serving boy
The pale elf's skin was almost luminescent with a moon-like quality as she turned her attention down toward the boy, regarding him for a quiet, uncomfortable moment as if trying to discern what manner of creature it might be. There was no malice in her gaze, but rather a queer curiosity before her eyes flicked to the innkeep with alarming alacrity before returning to the boy. A small grin slid across her lips and she gave the smallest of nods. "Well. I would hate to get thrown out of here by such a fierce warrior." She gave his serving tray shield a soft tap with the back of her knuckle. "Let me see what coin I have on me. Could you do me the kindness of telling me the day's special?" Her voice had a multitonal, harmonic quality that was unusual but not unpleasant.
Movements slow and graceful, she leaned to the side to sweep her bag off the floor and set it before her. As usual, nothing in the bag was where she'd like it to be, so it took some foraging to find coins, down in the bottom of the bag, of course. A bottle than was lower than the dimensions of the bag would indicate. From the depth of her reach, her hand should be waving somewhere under the bottom of the table. At length, she came up with a shiny sovereign which she rolled across her knuckles. As it reached her thumb she did a small flourish of her wrist and it doubled. She rolled both of those coins to her pinkie, where another coin appeared, as if by magic. Holding the three coins up between her fingers, she asked the lad, "This should buy me dinner and some time, yes?" Seemed a fairly common Inn by the feel of things. She sat the coins on the table before the boy, then leaned closer for a conspiratorial whisper, "There will be a couple of crowns in it for you if you can find me the softest loaf of bread to go with my dinner, yes?"
While interacting with the human child, she was trying to remember how she had gotten here, which she was here, and where her money had gone. There should have been more galifars in her bag if nothing else. Maybe even a trade bar or two. She'd need to dump out the bag later and take a fuller inventory, but it'd be unwise to display her tools out for anyone in here to see, especially as she didn't know if she were waiting for someone, or if someone were waiting for her. Also, she needed to make money. From the smell, she was in a sizable city. That meant expense and guards and thieves. She wouldn't be able to just climb a tree and find a comfortable crook to nestle into. Maybe she could find a comfortable crook of an arm though.
Ugh... As out of sorts as her head felt, the idea of sex was physically nauseating. Perhaps she'd feel better after some time to gather her wits and a meal to settle her stomach?
human
UNKNOWN TAVERN; UNKNOWN LANDS
DIARY | GLOSSARY | INVENTORY
Time: Early-Evening
Environment: Light cloud cover, light winds, normal temperatureHp: 30/30 (subdual dmg 0), Temp Hp: 0
OTHER
Oracle Spells: 1st
Blood of Heroes (Su) 3/3 rnds
True Lore (Su) 1/1 daily
Voice of the Grave (Su) 3/3 rndsCombat Gear: arrows x20
Conditions: n/a
The boy looks fairly assuaged when Tessara puts on a friendly face and is instantly beside himself with delight. Or at least relief. Once he has managed to gather himself, he explains that a few silver will be more than enough for the best meals the establishment can provide, which includes the catch of the day, freshly served. He doesn't really elaborate too much, and his manner suggests that he thinks Tessara to be familiar with all the nuances he takes for granted. With promises of speedy service, Tessara's attendant vanishes quickly among the crowd, leaving her with some time to herself.
As the minutes pass, Tessara is able to gather, from the general gab of the crowd, that she is currently in the city ofSharnin the southern reaches of Breland. The tavern she's currently in is named the Leaping Trout located on the Cliffside district of Sharn where the docks are situated. Before this evening, she's never even heard of this establishment, and certainly it doesn't seem like a place of note, except maybe to its regulars, of which Tessara seems to stick out like a sore thumb. At the very least, no one seems interested in bothering her, though there is certainly a lot of curious glances, and more than a few leering ones.
The meal arrives more than a few minutes later, consisting of a plate of steamed vegetables, hot buttered trout, half a loaf of parsley-garnished bread, and a bowl of peppered peas. The serving boy bobs his head and indicates he'll return to clean up the table before scooting off, leaving Tessara to her meal.
The noise of the crowd is made even more confused by the occasional susurrus of the spirits that are Tessara's constant, if barely extant, companions. Occasionally a faint breeze ruffles her hair, a cool touch across her skin, and (to her eyes alone) a faint wispy figure flits through the air as though materializing from the ether only to return and vanish just as quickly. All things considered, today is possibly the calmest she has ever seen them since she walked out of the Mournland, almost to the extent that they seem... lazy? Languid? Possibly at peace. A sudden swirl of wind curls around her, caressing like a dozen fingers, light as feathers. Most might be quiescent, but, perhaps, not all.Glossary updated with some general terms.
5 sp removed from Teressa's possessions.
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TESSARA 'TESS' THURANNI
Current Mood:Mildly Perplexed, but taking a moment to enjoy the simple things in life.
Equipped Gear:Armor, sheathed daggers, bow nearby, but nothing really 'ready'.
Appearance:Strangely pale, lovely, but black leather armor and tools of the trade make her less than approachable.
Tagging: None
Sharn. She'd been here before. The details were fuzzy, but Sharn was simply one of those cities one simply had to take the Lightning Rail to visit. She had the feeling she'd been here for business rather than pleasure, but that's as much as she could gather, save for a jumbled mass of flashing images that were impossible for her to sort into any cogent order. What had brought her here today though. The spirits were oddly pleasant, which bothered her a bit. Perhaps they'd brought her here. It wasn't the first time she'd lost herself only to find them. Answers were unlikely to come just sitting here though. She should get up, get out, do som....
Oh right, she'd ordered food. A placid smile greeted the child as her meal was dropped off, the smell of which prompted a painful reminder of how hungry and thirsty she was. As the boy walked away, she drew a dagger with an unconscious flourish and used it to cut up the food, assembling it into a couple of sandwiches before tucking in. The lithe elf ate every bit of her food, save the fish bones, even popping the few peas that had fallen out of the bread into her mouth.
Oof. After a meal like that, she could use a nap, but having already been asleep for Traveler knows how long, surrendering more time seemed unwise. Rising to her feet, she slung her bag, checked around the table to make certain her 'friends' hadn't misplaced anything, then walked out into the too bright evening sun, prompting a hiss and a shielding of her eyes. "How long had I been sitting there? Bloody hell." With a sigh, she set off, looking about the street for a dropped paper that might tell her the date. As she vaguely recalled, there was a Gazette or some such published in Sharn.