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Zuriel Jun 29 '12 4:49pm

Part 3: The Other Shoe Dropeth
 
Fireday, 27th of Rova, 4707 AR

This morning"s weather was particularly delightful, with the type of flawless, bright, blue sky and gentle breeze that can only be found in early autumn.

As Saitylvaness Sylvari emerged from her room in preparation for her early morning training session, she was met by Bethana Corwin downstairs at the Rusty Dragon. The halfling woman rushed up to Sai carrying a small parchment, with a painfully obvious look of worry covering her face.
"Miss Sai...! You've got to help!" she announced loudly as she frantically gripped the elven woman by the leg of her pants. "It's Miss Ameiko! She's gone missing, and I think she may be in trouble...!"

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The news of Ameiko's disappearance spread quickly, and in no time at all, the interested parties had gathered at the Rusty Dragon to find out more. By this time, Saitylvaness had managed to calm the nerves of the halfling barmaid enough that she was able to recount the details of what she thought had happened.

Bethana explained that she woke earlier this morning to find that Ameiko hadn’t started breakfast for the first time she could remember. Worried, she knocked on Ameiko’s door but didn’t get a response. Against her better judgment, Bethana entered to find the room empty and the bed un-slept in. Worse, she found a crumpled piece of parchment near the bed, which she believed to be a note from Ameiko's brother, Tsuto.

At this point, the halfling handed over a note written entirely in the native tongue of the Minkai Dynasty. Bethana explained that Ameiko had begun teaching her the language, and that she was able to translate enough to know that it was from Tsuto, and that it seemed he was in some sort of trouble and was requesting for her to meet him somewhere in town the night before, but that she had yet to fully translate the letter.




In order to further explain her concern, Bethana offered to give a little bit of background on Tsuto, mentioning that Ameiko didn't like to talk much about her family, but that under the circumstances she would surely understand.

The pint-sized barmaid explained that Tsuto was something of a scandal when he was born twenty-one years ago, due to his half-elven blood. Bethana sagely noted, with big eyes, that neither of Ameiko’s parents were elves. It was obvious that old Lonjiku Kaijitsu was not the boy’s father, and his rage at the discovery of his wife’s indiscretion was the talk of the town for months. Lonjiku’s wife Atsuii never revealed who the father was, and it’s a testament to Lonjiku’s stubbornness that they remained married.

Tsuto was handed over to the Turandarok Academy to be raised outside of the Kaijitsu family, ignored by his father and forbidden visits from his mother. His older sister Ameiko visited him in secret a few times a month to keep him company, bring him some food, and promise him that someday things would get all sorted out. That all changed six years ago, when they had a terrible argument in which Tsuto struck Ameiko. Bethana said that she doesn't know what the argument was about, but whatever it was is what sent Ameiko away from Sandpoint for a year, during which time she made a living as an adventurer.

The halfling went on to explain that Ameiko had returned to Sandpoint five years ago to attend her mother’s funeral. Tsuto was quite public in his opinions that his father had pushed Atsuii off the cliff to her death, and during the funeral there was a confrontation. Lonjiku nearly broke Tsuto’s jaw with his cane, after which Tsuto cursed him and left Sandpoint. Ameiko deeply cared for her troubled brother, and has tried to reestablish contact with him ever since, but was never able to track him down.

Bethana noted that she is worried that Tsuto is up to no good, and said that since Sheriff Hemlock is currently out of town, Sai and her friends were the only ones she thought she could turn to. She concluded with a desperate request that you might see if you could find out what happened to Ameiko as soon as possible.



LucianV Jun 29 '12 7:15pm

https://dl.dropbox.com/u/23214316/Sai_11.jpg Saitylvaness Sylvari The Knight of Stars

Sai bounded down the stairs two at a time, she was eager to show Jan the measure of her success. She pulled the hood of her newly purchased traveling outfit up over her head, letting just a few strands of her now shiny gray hair hang down. Her once golden eyes were now orbs of azure blue. She had even thrown in a few arcane markings on her fair alabaster skin for good measure. Seeing Bethana moving to meet her on the stairs, she grinned, hoping the Halfling woman would notice the difference in her appearance that Sai's newly acquired skills had given her. As Bethana looked up, there was a twinge of confusion, but Sai quickly let her smile drop when she saw the worry on the Halfling's face. Hearing the news, Sai helped Bethana quickly assemble the others, knowing their skills might help aid in finding the well loved Bartender.

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Taking the letter from Bethana, Sai only glanced at it long enough to realize it wasn't in a language she was familiar with. Taking out a piece of parchment and ink, she began trying to decipher the text. Scribbles and runes encircled her paper as she worked out the root of the most commonly used characters and translated them based on her best estimate of the grammatical context of the writing.

"Miss Sai, what are you doing?" Bethana was on her tip toes and peered just barely over the table watching the Elven bladesinger furiously scratched out a line she had written.

"I'm trying to determine the morphosyntactic properties of the letter based on the recognition of recurrent sorts of phenomena crosslinguistically and applying basic linguistic theory to confirm the accuracy of my translation."

"Oh, that sounds awfully complicated."

"Not really." It had been less than a minute, when she held up her translation with a look of worry. "It seems we have a good starting point for our search, Ameiko was invited to the Glassworks last night. Here take a look." She placed her translation down on the table for closer inspection by everyone present.



Karsh Jun 29 '12 8:45pm

Aegon had spent the prior day wandering about the town both to remain visible and to give his legs something to do. The last few days had honestly been the longest he'd remained in one place for the better part of a decade and a half, and his traveler's spirit was growing wild and impatient after the delay. He stopped in at Risa's place for some cider and a hearty lunch, swapping a few coins and a rather amusing story about the time a dwarven thief had gotten his beard stuck in the cargo of one of the wagons during the night, only to be found the next morning, exhausted from running faster than his short legs were built to take him.

Aegon, who had the night shift of driving the wagons thanks to his stellar eyesight, had noticed the dwarf within minutes, but thought to teach the thief a lesson.

That evening, Aegon pushed the furniture of his new room (he changed lodgings daily, often renting two rooms at once) that he'd rented in town (a vacant bedroom in the home of a milliner) against the walls and drew his blade, thinking back to the graceful fighting style of Saitylvaness against the goblins. He placed his feet and gingerly attempted to replicate a spinning thrust she'd executed.

He stumbled, accidentally smashing his head on the clay bowl that the milliner had left for him to wash up with, cracking the bowl and spilling water everywhere. Aegon tossed his sword onto the bed, feeling rather foolish, and muttered as he magically dried his sopping hair, wincing slightly as he felt the beginnings of a lump forming where he'd hit his head. This was idiotic. He probably had 50 pounds on the blade dancer, and his sword at least four pounds heavier. He could stand to learn some technique, but his fighting style was wholly incompatible with Sai's. Just like everything else, he thought grimly to himself.

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Aegon was eating breakfast by himself in the square when he heard the news of Ameiko's disappearance. He hurried to the Rusty Dragon, the first to arrive aside from Sai herself. They had waited in awkward silence for a few minutes, then, with a small degree of hesitation, Aegon broke the silence. "Listen, I'm... sorry for what I said to you in the square the other day. Your heart is in the right place, and it was unfair of me to expect you to be as jaded as me. I--" Aegon cut off as another of the party arrived, and returned to stony silence until the others arrived.

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Aegon observed Saitylvaness' furious translation bemusedly, trying to get her attention as she talked through her complex protolinguistics and morphosyntatics. "Sai... Sai-- Saitylvaness. Sai. SAI." She raised the translation triumphantly, and Aegon massaged his temples, impressed as he was with the feat. "Sai, Veritas speaks Tien. He could have translated it for us... Not that that wasn't impressive, but..."

Aegon read the letter and passed it to whomever wanted to read it next. "So it would seem. Let's get over there before the townsfolk trample over any evidence of what might have happened like they did in the graveyard."

LucianV Jun 29 '12 10:13pm

https://dl.dropbox.com/u/23214316/Sai_11.jpg Saitylvaness Sylvari The Knight of Stars

Sai didn't have time to reply to Aegon's earlier comment before the others made their way into the Rusty Dragon, not that she would have known what to say anyway. For the first time in a long time, she found herself utterly shocked into silence. At every turn it seemed he was striving to keep her off balance; first with his abrupt departure and indifferent attitude, then his overly brutish and simplistic view of strategy, and now he was apologizing, something she was sure he had ignored when his parents had tried to raise him. But the apology seemed genuine. Shelyn sought to find the beauty in every action, and every person; who was Sai to deny him a chance to make amends? She thought perhaps she should make reparations for the things she said as well, but it would have to wait.

Jaded. He certainly was that. But the Elven bladesinger had to wonder what had made him so. In his eyes she could tell he didn't wish to be, so then why was he? Her eyes fell to the deep scar on his chin. It looked like an old wound left by a blade, the cut was thin and precise; she doubted it was any goblin or orc weapon that had done it. The position seemed strange, and likely was actually a cut aimed at his throat. She had mastered similar strikes while at the Tower, single attacks from an ambush position that were almost impossible to dodge.

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Seeing everyone else finally coming in, Sai looked at Aegon as he made his comment about Vertias speaking Tien. "I know that." The lie was transparent, but it was clear she planned on sticking to it. "I was just curious about the nature of the letter and didn't want to wait that long." She raised an eye brow and focused on the ranger as if to dare him to dispute her claim. "If you'd like I could take a look at that sword of yours while we wait, I'm fluent in Thassilonian."


Kuroimaken Jun 29 '12 11:23pm

Veritas spent the majority of the previous day, like the others did, wandering about town. He occasionally took the time to play with the children, something that, had he been observed, it seemed he didn't spend much time of his own childhood doing. But the half-elf had a clear smile on his face, and that was what happened.

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One might expect the monk to display unspeakable rage and eagerness to leap at whoever was responsible for Ameiko's disappearance. One might expect him instead to not care - he'd made it fairly clear that the way he followed was one of whim, and perhaps Ameiko herself fell within the bounds of what one might call simple lust rather than love.

Instead, he assumed a much darker facade. Though his expression did not change, the rage around his countenance was palpable. It was almost like a living shadow, unseen but most certainly there. Unlike red-hot anger, this burned slowly, deliberately, like a seething hatred, yet without passion. Closer inspection would reveal his body tensing at certain intervals along with his breathing, despite said exhalation's patterns remaining unchanged as well.

He moved slowly to reach the paper (slower than he'd likely move, at any rate), and if Sai permitted him, he read the letter top to bottom.

KingGoblin Jun 29 '12 11:25pm

http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/a..._01/Gozzik.jpg
Gozzik Redknife


Rather like before, the halfling had taken his warhorse out for a ride after their briefing. On Lucky Star, he was able to look most men in the chest, a certain improvement over being almost groin-height; riding in this land of giants sometimes depressed him, so as the sun went down he had gone racing around the town, to let off some steam.

It was late before he returned her to the stable, and went up to his room in the Rusty Dragon.

When he finally came down the stairs, it was to see the two elves, bickering as always. Well... They didn't appear to be fighting, yet, but it was only a matter of time. But the mood was more somber, somehow.

He climbed up on a bar-stool to see what was going on.



Karsh Jun 30 '12 1:48am

Aegon carefully drew the blade and offered the flat of the blade to her. "Harbinger of Iniquity."

Crossroad Jun 30 '12 9:57am

Having come in not far behind Aegon, Jan read carefully, not from the paper covered in Taldane-translated script that Sai had made, but the original letter from the Tsuto-guy. Noting the stare from one or more people around the table, she raised a brow.

"What? I once studied Tien, and after that Ameiko helped me." She commented with a smile, though this particular smile seemed more sour than anything. Glancing down at the halfling help, an employee that had been a rather close acquaintance to the proprietor herself and vice-versa, Jan noted that it'd be best to keep the people in the know in a tighter circle.

"It's okay, Betty. Tsuto was just asking for a favor from Ameiko, but judging from what the letter says here," Jan gave the original letter in her hand a barest wave, enough to get the halfling's attention back towards it, "It probably had taken her a while to do so. That brother of hers requested a hand, an adventurer's hand. Probably didn't trust us yet, so Tsuto went ahead for the closest and still trusted person he could."

Laying down the letter at the table, she craned herself down to Bethana's eye level and put both hands on the halfling's smaller shoulders, a comforting smile on her lips. "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this. IF her brother got her up in any kind of trouble, you can be sure we'd give him a boot in the arse for troubling our favorite innskeeper in Sandpoint, won't we, gang?"

Jan glanced up to the others, having already signalled them to hide the translated letter from the distraught Bethana beforehand.

"For now, why don't you keep on to your chores, Betty? Maybe Ameiko would be back soon after all, while we're out looking for her. The kitchen's fire won't keep itself, and customers won't wait. Just tell anyone who asks for Ameiko that she's out for a chore, okay?" Jan continued with her spin, trying to control the spread of news, considering the dire alarm the content of the letter might cause.

Rejakor Jun 30 '12 10:04pm

"Hello?" A figure stands in the doorway, looking in uncertainly at the collection of strange folk adorned with weapons like banditos and standing in the centre of the Rusty Dragon's common room. She stands about 5'3", not tall, but not short, and is wearing black clothing with humble cut but of high quality. The hilt of a great-blade sticks up above her right shoulder, and near reaches the ground at her feet. In addition to that warlike implement, she wears a bronze breastplate with hanging chainmail with the ease of long use, as if barely noticing it is there. Four curving swords, called 'scimitars' by the inhabitants of Katapesh and Qadira, are belted onto her waist. A barely noticeable black haze hangs over her like a roiling shroud.


Her eyes shift from one member of the group to the other, not quite warily, but definitely seeking to understand who they are and what they do. "I heard that Ameiko was missing - one of the girls came and fetched me." Her eyes shift around until they settle on Jan, who seems to be the group's leader. "Who are you, and why are you here?" Her hand doesn't shift to her sword hilt or anything so cliched, but there's a definite feeling that if the answers forthcoming are not those she'd like to hear, there might be words, or if words prove unsuitable to the task, blades.


KingGoblin Jun 30 '12 10:19pm

http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/a..._01/Gozzik.jpg
Gozzik Redknife


From his position on the bar stool, craning to see what the note says, Gozzik watches the newcomer walk into the room, loaded for bear. With his rosy cheeks, big eyes, and slightly-out-of-proportion features, the self-styled giantslayer looks more like a child, gazing over the shoulders' of the adults, than a barbarian warrior; but still, he regards the woman with slight hostility. He also makes no move toward the twin greatswords at his back, or the other weapons at his belt, but his eyes narrow slightly.

"We are the heroes of Sandpoint, and we have private business to conduct. What concern is it of yours?"



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