Impromptu Interview

Log Info

• Title: Impromptu Interview
• Emitter: Skielstregar
• Characters: Skielstregar, Patch, Aelwyn, Lheo, Theo
• Place: Adventurer's Guild
• Time: January 4th, 2023
• Summary: Skielstregar is at the Adventurer's Guild filling out an overdo report. Patch, seeking him out, swoops in to ask some questions about the Felwood while a duo of brothers, Lheo and Theo looking over seemingly boring jobs before joining in to listen to Skiel's recounting. He mentions what he can, though it mostly just confirms what Patch already knows. Skiel offers to slay an undead piper when it returns and the two brothers speak of their first, and certainly not last, job.

The Adventurer's Guild, Afternoon

In light of the recent news from the Tribune, the guild was in an uptick of work, those that were hesitant to participate were reassured. The tables and rooms were a dull buzz of folk going over contracts and job postings, seeing what needs be done.

There is, however, an incredibly armed and armored shiny silverscaled makari. In his hands is a clipboard that is laughably small. In large letters at the top reads: 'Job Report'. And many blank lines are provided to fill in, detailing what transpired.

He huffs in annoyance, fishing around in his backpack for a magnifying glass, quill, and ink as he takes a seat to work on filling this out. The shiny halberd is placed beside him, leaning against the chair. "... why do they never make big paperssss," he rumbles, squinting heavily through the magnifying glass, making his dead eye seem /huge/ as he attempts to write.

GAME: Patch rolls Knowledge/local: (15)+13: 28

Patch had been following the rumors, some silver-clad Makari had made his way here, a word from Farland and Cor'lana sending the woman seeking some of those who had been on the trip to the Felwood. She's a good detective, even if it's just a hobby. A small crowd of children who had been both struck in awe and fear crooned that they had seen a local hero(the wights still a recent memory). And so here she was.

The red dressed bard wastes little time weaving through the crowds as she searches for Skielstregar, her journey carrying her eventually to his table, snorting a laugh at the comical nature of his situation. "Am I interupting...." an eye going down to a note in hand. "Skielstregar?"

Some distance away, a cloaked and thickly wrapped figure was standing. Horns, ribbons and all. Even a glaive. Yet, they had been standing there for a time now, watching the silver-scaled makari from a distance. Until Patch shows up.

A tilt of his head, and Aelwyn begins to quietly step his way closer. "This one can find a more appropriate surface," The draconian starts, "Such as a door." A wide grin somewhere buried under that thick scarf of his.

A dark-haired man stands over by the boards, looking at the various postings with interest, and just a touch of disappointment. He wears a set of armor that is polished to a high shine, his padding and talbard green-gold in color. Set to make his green eyes look all the more prevalient. "Have you found anything brother? Everything I can see is either for the already proven members of the guild, or so easy as to be laughable. Rescuing cats from trees is..." He trails off with a sigh.

The man the armored one is addressing may as well be the first one's mirror image, at least in the looks department. Slightly less military-cut raven hair and the same bright green eyes tops a more much slender and less muscular frame, this one clad in ankle-length robes in a much darker burgundy tone, and a cloak with a thick leather patch sewn into one shoulder. A single, long, thick leather glove is looped into his belt.

"Well, there's the workshop," Lheo says, gesturing to a series of bills inviting new members to a strategy and tactics lesson. "Might not be a bad idea, brother, even if it does mean slogging around in the snow. I'm starting to think adventuring is an awful lot of slogging around in nasty stuff."

The massive, sparkly makari grunts, looking up from his work. His face /huge/ in the magnifying glass before it lowers. Even with him sitting, he's still having to look down at Patch. He rumbles quietly in a bassy, "Yesss? That isss thisss one." His maw pulls back to show rows of terrifying teeth with a set of large, unnatural fangs.

Oh, he's smiling! Probably shouldn't.

The wrapped up figure approaching makes his attention shift, but the ribbons and glaive begets recognition, and he chuffs. "Ssssoftskinsss alwayssss have small handsss, thisss one needsss bigger paper. Thisss one triess to find the Giant-kin receptionissst, but they are bussssy."

He pans his head over towards the board, just barely catching the duo complaining about it. There's a rumble as he clears his throat. "Today isss resscuring catssss from treesss. Tomorrow; slaying hellcatssss. And you're alwayssss slogging in ssssomething. Thisss one sssuggessstsss the worksssshop? Unity of ssskill issss important," he tries to offer.

Patch hesitantly smiles, pointing at the teeth she sees in the magnifying glass. "Oh, I'm glad you aren't my grandmother." she muses, a child's tale about a girl in red. It's a bit fitting. Enough so that she adjusts her coat before she sits. "What big teeth you have." eyes spotting that medal that sits in open display. Yes, the Makari wasn't lying.

"Or boys from holes. You never know what'll happen." Patch calls towards the two discussing the board, since Skielstregar looked their way. She's half-busy in her seat, catching sight of the covered Aelwyn, his comments drawing a raised brow as he comes near. A familiar hiss, but the face obscured, causing her to guess. "Dragoon? Is that you?"

As for the digging? Patch produces a vibrantly colored journal, one near the color of her coat, opening it and selecting a page. "It's far busier with the good news than I'd of thought. I'd of hoped to corner you to talk about the Felwood." this for the Silver-Skiels across from her. "If you don't mind an interview that is."

The cloaked figure tilts his head, but then he bows. Without a further word, he carries along within the halls, moving to go wherever Dragoons go at such hours.

The armored twin half-nods at his brother. "Might be worth looking into if only to become known in the guild enough for some of these other missions." He half-turns as the silver-scale speaks to him, blinking at the sight that the makari makes. "I wouldn't mind a bit more of a challenge, but that's as it is."

With that he steps toward Patch and flourishes his cloak into a bow. "A pleasure to meet you madame. I am Theo, and this is my brother Lheo." He motions backwards to his brother before offering a polite nod to the makari. "Peace on your nest."

"I don't know, Theo." Lheo trails behind his brother and then comes to stand beside him. They are well-matched, just about identical-looking side by side, but for the difference in attire. Lheo is the beanpole of the pair, although both are tall, and his robe swirls around his booted ankles as he moves. "One of the first things I learned at the Academy is that things aren't always as simple as they look."

Skielstregar blinks at Patch. "... erm... yesss.." he rumbles quietly, a hand reaching up to rub at one of the fangs. One could see the question marks popping off his head. "What doesss great nesst mothersss have to do with thisss...?"

A little wave is given to the wrapped up figure as they take their leave him turning towards the twins. He looks between them, blinks. "... it isss consssidered a blesssing from the Celesstial Mother when two hatchlingsss come from one egg. Peasse on your nessst. Thisss one isss Ssskielssstregar, Warrior Cassste."

The makari turns towards Patch- "A... an interview...? Erm. O.. okay! Thisss one will try! They, um, won't be able to anssswer everything, but they will try.

Under the chair, the armored tail lies in a lump of a coil. The tip of it wags ever so subtly.

"A valid Lesson, Lheo!" Patch says, latching on to it after Theo had introduced themselves. A grin takes her features, and hand raising to wave of the bow. "You can just say hello, or shake my hand. The formality isn't needed." she muses, winking to the man. "I'm Patch." she says introducing herself finally. "A pleasure, Theo." making a distinction then between the brothers. "They are really close in looks, aren't they?" Both humans glanced at as they draw closer.

"If you want to hear a story, I suspect this one here." motioning to Skielstregar. "Might have one you'd like to hear, if you think what you're poking through sounds boring." she muses. "A tale of... well, a moss dragon?" she asks, turning back to Skielstregar. "How would you qualify what you encountered?"

"Also, peace on your nests." Patch muses. "I just wanted to make sure I had the right sliver-scale."

"Right you are brother." Theo says with a smile, not minding it seems that he'd been corrected by the other man. If anything he seems a little pleased. "You hear that, we're aspicious!"

He jostles the other man's shoulder with his own and their closeness does emphasize how alike they look. At first and even second glance it would be easy to mistake them for one another if not for the difference in attire. "It's a pleasure to meet you too Skilestregar, if you've a tale to tell I would hear it. Knowing more about what we're getting into here would be good."

"Well, I don't know about you," Lheo shoots back, although he's grinning over at his brother, and jostles right back. The affection is clear. "But I'll give you that. A good story or two is good to hear. You look like you've got a few." He eyes the half-dead-looking sith with interest.

"Well, I don't know about you," Lheo shoots back, although he's grinning over at his brother, and jostles right back. The affection is clear. "But I'll give you that. A good story or two is good to hear. You look like you've got a few." He eyes the half-dead-looking sith with interest, but then turns a similar szmile on Patch. "It's a pleasure, Patch. I wouldn't mind hearing your stories, either."

Skielstregar bobs his head, making the ambient light sparkle and get thrown across the room. "Ssstoriess help. Be it with information, or ssspirit. Erm, thisss one doess indeed have a number of them. The jobsss here end up being ssstrange desspite how sssome seem... sssimple."

He shakes his head, shuddering at the thought.

But Patch's question get him to focus fully on her. He scowls. "That mossss dragon wasss an abomination on thessse landsss, disssprespecting sssuch revered beingssss," he hisses. "Thisss one thinksss the group they were with figured it wasss a dead corpssse of a dragon, given live through vine and plant. It ssspewed a nasssty scent and ssspore that make usss sssick to our gutsss. Nasssty clawsss. Thisss one wasss barely able to hold it off to hack it down."

He scratches his chin with a talon, thinking. "... thisss one isss unsure if it wasss made because of the weird magicsss going on or not. They do not know. Knowing magic isss not thisss one'sss ssstrength."

Patch nods, looking to Skielstregar as he speaks. She's all smile, a bit of tooth as she seems to have already known most those words. "Ah, yeah. Cor'lana did mention it was a little corrupted." she admits, shrugging. "I also don't think you're wrong." she admits, sighing. "It might of been a piece of a dragon. Sort of. A bone used as a focus of some sort. I don't think you found a bone shard, but I visited Farland, and he seems to think going back there.... might me warranted." she says to the Makari. "I thought I might see what you knew, but it seems I am the one passing on things."

"And my tales? They're mostly boring. Unless you count sewer work, and werewolves." Patch says, intentionally downplaying her own adventures, grinning to the brothers with a shrug. "Though, a drink and some tales might be nice." her glance cast to Skielstregar after, something about his appearance jogging a distant memory. "Oh! There was the piper. I could talk about that weirdness."

"A dragon?" Theo sounds suitably impressed, looking over at his brother. "Any idea what kind of magic could corrupt such a thing... make it into a plant-monster?" He of course has no idea, but he doesn't say as much. Instead he looks at Patch and offers her a wide friendly smile. "I'd love to buy you a drink and hear your stories anyway."

"The evil kind," Lheo quips, raising eyebrows at Theo. "I wouldn't mind hearing about this myself. Purely out of academic interest, you know." Come on. Please. No. "You seriously found dragon bones?"

Skiel's scaled brows shoot up. "You know Ssshaman Ravensss? Hrm..." He glances to the two brothers, then leans down some to rest his arms against the table, more eye level. "Here isss the thing though. Where we found that mosss dragon... the woodsss are curssed, no? Right there, were we found it, sssomething about a... erm... sssorry, thiss one doesssn't remember fancy words well," he rumbles quietly. "Mag... maggle pointy? They cannot remember. Sssorry. But right there, there wasss no curssse. It was calm. The foressst took note and chasssed usss out."

He shakes his head, looking a bit distant at that. Whatever chased them out must have shaken even him.

The makari looks to the twins. "Erm, yess. Perhapss not sssomething like a proper dragon, but thisss one thought it wasss some bonesss the foresst animated. Or... ssssomething else. Thisss one isss sssorry, they do not remember well. That fight thisss one lossst a lot of blood."

He looks back to Patch, his face quizzical. "Piper? Like sssomeone that laysss pipe?"

"Another magus point." Patch says, nodding her head. "Yeah, likely some source of sorts. I speculate you encountered the corruption, but not the object causing it." she says, hating to be the barer of bad news. An apologetic shrug offered to Skielstregar. Even a nervous twitch of a slender ear.

"And you're not too far off, Skielstregar. A piper is a musician that plays the pipes. This particular one happens to be an undead, that controls undead." Patch entices interest to her story with a tease, but waving a hand before her. "In a bit though." turning an eye to the brothers.

"A drink offered is always appreciated." Patch muses of Theo's offer, glancing back to Theo. "A dragon bone was found, but currently resides at the Temple of Vardama. It's no secret, but we don't yet know where it came from, and what is going on. Though, it was HUGE. I didn't realize how big an adult dragon could be. It was bigger than I am. A single bone" she admits. "As for the magics? I am seeking to understand it all myself. And, I'm not scholar." she says, tapping her journal. "Just a nosy entertainer."

"I have to admit, this is all a bit above my head. My brother's the scholor not me." Theo clasps his brother none too gently on the shoulder and grins. "I've never even seen a real dragon before. Much less one corrupted by magic and made out of plants. Sounds like it would be interesting though! As much so as a piper who controlls undead with his song."

Theo shakes his head and steps back from Lheo. "Maybe I do need that workshop. If there's things like that out there... I should know about it."

"It pays to learn things, brother." Lheo cocks an eye at Theo. "Yes, we should do that workshop. Anyway, it sounds like you've got a whole lot of good stories." That is directed at both Patch and Skielstregar. "He'll buy you a drink. I'll buy you a _good_ drink for some of those. And - this whole magus point sounds really interesting. I've got a long way to go in my studies, though."

Skiel shifts on his chair. The legs creak. "Ah, yesss, that iss the name of it. We figured. Thisss one thinksss we need to dig down. But the foressst isss..." He drums his fingers on the table. "... the foressst can make you sssee the worssst thing for you. Your fearsss. And magic wasss twissted. Be warned."

The makari's dead eyes widen at that. The bard's enticement having worked. "What. No. Thisss piper isss still unalive? It cannot ssstay. If you need ssstrength, thisss one will offer their blade to sssmite them-!" He thuds the table with a fist. Loose items jump lightly. "-undeath sssuch asss that hasss no place."

A sigh leaves him, and he turns to face the group in general, also watching the two brother's banter. "You two remind thisss one of their sssisster and thiss one," he rumbles warmly, having left his anger of undead behind. "Thisss one doesss sssugessst going to that workssshop. Knowledge isss what winsss fightsss. And thisss one doessn't mind sssome of those ssstoriess to be bought with drinksss," he chuckles- a deep rumbling sound in his chest. "Ssssometimesss studiesss only go ssso far. Having to put thossse sstudiess to practice make for better, erm... ssstudying?"

He looks up to the ceiling, scratching the side of this face as he grumbles something or another about Tradespeak being difficult.

"I didn't mean to excite you so. The piper is still just murmurs and whispers. Since the battle of wights and worms, they've gone silent." she admits, sighing. "It's a stalled case of mine, waiting for more news. The help would be appreciated. You come recommended, but... I think you walk in a different circle than I. Cor'lana is a great deal more competent."

"Is that how siblings act? If so, I've been a poor sister." Patch's smile faltering a moment as she ponders, but it's dismissed. "Well, I'm sure she will grade me on a curve. It's a new thing to me." she muses, casting a raised brow to the brothers. "And what about you two? What brings you to this kind of life?" a quill-like pen produced from her jacket, scratching at her journal.

"A workshop? That's nice. My first job was me left standing in the cold trying to break into a dead artificer's toy shop. It... it was an experience. Felt like a criminal." Patch's interest piqued. "Have you two seen any work?"

"We've done one job so far." Replies Theo, grinning at Lheo. "Though nothing as interesting as moss dragons or undead bards leading about other undead. Just a few theives who stole some silk. I think my brother here was offended that they stole the donkey too. The pair became fast friends didn't you Lheo?" The armored twin is obviously teasing about that last bit, his green eyes twinkling with goodwill.

"I was already brothers with one donkey, why not befriend another?" Lheo shoots back, with a wide grin that clearly says he means absolutely nothing but affection. "She waws sweet, but who calls their donkey Raspberry?" A shake of the head. "They were kind of stupid, though."

Skiel grumbles at the piper having gone silent. "Well, erm, to be fair, Ssshaman Ravensss is far better than thisss one at thingsss. Where thisss one ssstrugglesss, she wavesss a hand and all foess fall. With her mate? They are unmatched." A sigh leaves him, with it, a plume of frozen air that spills out over the table. "Very well. Jussst let thisss one know if there isss undead to be slain."

He tilts his head, looking to the brothers before shrugging. "Dependsss on the sssibling. While thisss one'sss sister isss smaller, they are much bigger than them in many wayssss."

He shifts to the twins, bobbing his head slowly as a chuckle rumbles. "It ssstartsss with sssomething like that. Small. Innocuous. Then you get dragged into bigger and bigger thingsss. Take care you find talking donkeys in time."

Skiel offers an answer for Patch. "Perhapsss the two sought thisss kind of life to show the other up? Sssibling rivalry isss a good motivator," he laughs, picking up his clipboard. "If you all do not mind, erm, thisss one hass to finish writing thisss. Asss... bessst they can."

He gulps. Picks up the magnifying glass and quill. Hovers it over a page on the clip board. And slowly, painfully, writes a letter down. The rune big and blocky. It's going to take him a while.

"I wish you luck, and peace on your nest." Patch says to Skielstregar, standing from her seat and offering the makari a little bow with a sweep of arm for flourish. "I'll remember your interest in undead."

To the two brothers, Patch smirks. "A donkey named Raspberry? I have a horse named Peanut." Patch offers with a sheepish glance. "It's a nice horse." she defends. "And any work and help is work. All part of that good news, right?" the bard says, motioning about the busy room. "That means you were apart of helping too." even if one job. In her opinion.

"If you'd excuse me, since Skielstregar is a bit occupied, I am going to seek a quieter place to wet my tongue."

-End Scene-