Inkbound

Miphis let out a snort at Sky's defense of the dragon comment. "Well, I just had to make sure, you never know when you might run into some sort of exceptional hero type." She returns the shrug.

"You yearn to travel, then? That's a noble goal. I find the most interesting people are those who have many diverse experiences under their belt." She chuckles, "Even if they haven't slain any dragons."

Miphis drops the quill for a moment in order to sip her wine, her eyes briefly scanning the other patrons for a moment. "Your mentor! Tell me more about them. What exactly did they teach you?"

Miphis picks up her quill again. Making a mental note to circle back to these 'prices' that Sky mentioned.

"Did they teach you how to fight? I bet you're the type to use a bow and arrow. Fitting for one who doesn't like the violence of it all."

'Heroes wouldn't be taking on contracts such as these, that I can assure you-' She had seen squabbles between groups going after higher stake jobs...that was something she wanted no part in.

The was a small shrug before nodding at the next statement, gesturing to the woman.

'I agree. To learn of other peoples and customs is something valuable to understand...and I wish more of my countrymen saw it that way. My mentor and I are the minority in that regard...most folk are closed off to the idea, wanting to stick to the older ways of self-reliance.' There was a sour note to the sentiment, but it wouldn't linger, not seeing the point on explaining it further.

'He taught me many things as most of the other monks did...but his areas of expertise were teaching about the world as a whole, and the blade.' She had to chuckle at the assumption of being an archer...she had never held a bow in her life.

'We are swordsmen, but our blades are longer and thinner than traditional swords...I believe in the common tongue you'd refer to them as katana?'

She looked down for a moment, re-evaluating if what she said was correct, especially since her own blade was an interesting case. Sure, it was a katana normally, but when active it was closer to a nodachi ... but again, the writer didn't need to know this. That would just confuse them.

'What he taught was mostly self defence... but he knew the path I wanted to lead...so he taught me more than what most other monks got to learn.'

Miphis nodded in response to Sky's comments on closed off people. "I'm glad you feel that way, I'm sure many of the patrons you've served tonight would disagree." Miphis waves her hand not wanting to linger on her social commentary.

The Tiefling chuckles as Sky mentions her use of the blade. "Well, just because I write about others for a living doesn't mean I'm the best at reading them." Her eyes widen a little bit at the mention of the katana. "Oh yes I know the blade! Or at least I've read stories where such a blade is mentioned."

She closes her book for a moment giving Sky her full attention. "I must say that I wish we had met under different circumstances. I would have loved to see a blade like that in person." She takes another sip of wine, finishing the glass. "Your mentor seems like a very kind person. Do you still keep in touch with him since you've started your journey? I bet he would be proud of your progress."

Miphis places a hand over her chest and closes her eyes in reflection. "I know personally that I'm honored to have been served by such a well traveled monk."

#sky #rp #//history 21

An Invitation

You've been invited to attend a regal gathering. Champagne glasses, hors d'œuvres, and raucous laughter decorate the main party floor. Off to the side, sitting in a chair, is a tiefling girl dressed in yellow and holding a book in her right hand. She laughs politely as the individual she was speaking to wraps up their conversation with a playful joke.

Her book opens, and she writes a few notes before closing the pages again, scanning the room, her eyes meet another individual. She smiles.

What would you like to do?

steel-and-fire

"Haha, I don't think it would be quite as appreciated. Plus, I'm sure most of them have full dragonborns in their service, one way or the other." The meaning was clear enough. Those of dragonic blood were rare, but dragonborns as the race, not so much so. Common enough to be found in every profession, uncommon enough to be considered...exotic.

Whether using their might as bodyguards, or their beauty as consorts, Nobles rarely missed the chance to acquire experienced with one or two.

Now, that said, Ferenir wasn't a dragonborn in the first place, he was a little different from said race...but he wanted to believe that he was still a more familiar sight to these fools.

His gaze lowered to meet the writer's....Some time ago, Tieflings were still seen as devilspawn. Which, to be fair, they are, but it took a long time for the world to accept they carry mortal hearts. Or, ironically, for desire to overcome fear....he and Miphis weren't so different.

"Actually, I do, yes. Unexpectedly so.", he commented with an amused tone, his eyes moving to the crowd once more.

"Still, she seems to be working, and very nervous too. I'll greet her as I pass by, but I think it's best not to disturb her now.", he tilted his head curiously.

"Nonetheless, I'll see you at the drinks.", he offered a smile, and opened his step to make the round trip of the room..

Ferenir left Miphis with something to think about as she made her way to the bar at the other end of the party. He mentioned Dragonborns, but is that what he is?

She stuck somewhat close to the blacksmith. His larger frame made it easy to do so, and before long they found themselves at the bar. No seating was available, only enough room to stand as two bartenders awaited their orders.

Miphis crossed her arms over the bar in an attempt to get the bartenders attention. "Whiskey, neat. And whatever my friend here would like."

She turns her attention back to Ferenir. "So are you a Dragonborn then? I see the scales, but I always thought Dragonborn had much more draconic features."

Miphis sets her book down on the counter and flips to a new page as her drink arrives.

#ferenir #rp

"Sky... What a beautiful name." Miphis mused as her quill moved across the pages. Her hand moved diligently, quickly filling out the page as Sky spoke. Miphis's eyes, bright and piercing, would move back and forth, switching between staring deeply into Sky and the pages. Much like an artist capturing their subject, but there was no imagery, just words being scratched into the pages.

"A mercenary!" She puts her quill down for a moment and rests her hands on her knees, leaning forward slightly. "I would have never guessed!" Despite Sky downplaying her work, Miphis is clearly very excited.

"What exactly brought you to that line of work? From what I understand, it's a very taxing role to play." Miphis leans in closer and whispers. "Have you slain any dragons before?"

A small smile flashed at the compliment, but it faded as she watched the other write, unsure of the words she was using on the page.. and a little intimidated by the woman's gaze.

'I'll take that as a compliment considering the unique circumstances.' The blonde gave a small shrug, gloved fingers tapping her knee.

'My line of work isn't that exciting unfortunately. Besides, a lone wanderer can't take down a dragon by themselves, that's lunacy!' There was a small chuckle, her shoulders relaxing a tad.

'I feel as if I would have fallen into this path in one way or another...the Fates work in mysterious ways.' There was a pause, her focus shifting to the side, as if looking over her shoulder.

'My mentor was an ex-mercenary, and while the violence of it all didn't appeal to me...seeing the world and everything it had to offer did. I had been travelling a lot since I could remember, but to extend that reach to places I could only dream of? It was something I wanted to experience myself, even if there were prices to pay.'

Miphis let out a snort at Sky's defense of the dragon comment. "Well, I just had to make sure, you never know when you might run into some sort of exceptional hero type." She returns the shrug.

"You yearn to travel, then? That's a noble goal. I find the most interesting people are those who have many diverse experiences under their belt." She chuckles, "Even if they haven't slain any dragons."

Miphis drops the quill for a moment in order to sip her wine, her eyes briefly scanning the other patrons for a moment. "Your mentor! Tell me more about them. What exactly did they teach you?"

Miphis picks up her quill again. Making a mental note to circle back to these 'prices' that Sky mentioned.

"Did they teach you how to fight? I bet you're the type to use a bow and arrow. Fitting for one who doesn't like the violence of it all."

#Sky

Miphis watched with amusement as Absolem made his case. Seeing things through his eyes as he points out the other interesting characters hiding just beyond the veil of pompous bores.

"Yes, you have a good point. The ones who wish to share their stories typically have nothing much to share." Her eyes squint and she looks down to Absolem.

"But what about you, my theatrical little friend? Your dress and mannerisms are on par with most of the others here, and yet you speak of the other patrons as though they are of another class. Illk is the word you used?" Miphis opens up her book again and rests it on her leg. Her fist, curled around her quill, taps against her chin as she looks Absolem over. Her eyes were trying to pierce the soul of his character.

"What's your story, Absolem?"

'That is indeed the word I used.' There was no hesitation in his voice, if not amusement. 'While I deal with the upper echelons, I am not one of them.'

His eyes momentarily glanced down at the book, noting her intent. A smirk quirked his lip, more than happy to share a tale.

'I suppose it would start as drab as any other, a child from a working class family that wanted something more than a paltry existence. I was fortunate to reside within Gheldaneth, a city in which every soul had the opportunity to enter academia for their own wishes... something to honour Thoth, a God of Knowledge? But most ignore that aspect.' His hand waved the thought away, a minor detail with not true purpose for the story.

'My chosen field was that of artefacts of arcane power. After the Spellplague, the deserts surrounding the city contained relics with untold potential. My intent was to learn how to find them and restore them, then to sell them to the highest bidder...'

The smirk turned into a toothy grin, a little too sharp all things considered.

'...And that I did. Business was slow at first, having a font of knowledge with no charisma alongside it...but I soon learnt what made patrons tick, what honeyed words they needed to convince them to invest in my wares~' He chuckled, cocking his head.

'From nothing, to something of worth. A story worth noting, wouldn't you say?'

#rp starter #soooo Mipis coded #thanks for the find capes

The sound of the quill striking paper was evident, Miphis's hand gliding across the page with the ease of someone who has written plenty before. "Interesting. I suppose that explains a lot of your disdain for the other patrons."

Miphis's eyes narrow, taking note of Absolem's smirk. What an interesting character.

"You certainly know how to play the game, don't you?" Miphis returns the smirk, a little less sharp this time. "You act as if you don't belong in any economic hierarchy. Truly a free individual. Or as much as I can tell."

Miphis writes down the last few notes before dropping the quill and resting it in the spine of the pages. "I'm happy you've found such success in your life. I have to agree. A tale worth noting." She smiles.

"Are you looking to find some customers tonight? Someone to fall for your honeyed words?"

#absolem

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The Invitation

@miphis-the-writer / @steel-and-fire

@the-storm-chaser / @capes-compendium

#sky art #miphis #ferenir #the storm chaser ~#absolem trystel

//Forever honored you enjoyed my silly little starter enough to create art about it ;-;

"T'is a pleasure indeed!" Miphis says back with excitement. Attempting to match the nearly theatrical energy from Absolem. When Absolem mentions that he himself is a merchant, a grin begins to form from Miphis. "So what you're telling me is that you're the individual with the 'excitement' for sale?" She chuckles.

With the tray being lowered, Miphis reaches up to grab another glass. "The question is forgiven," Miphis says before taking a sip. "I am a guest of sorts. I was invited here to recount the tales of the parties' patrons."

There's a sigh that escapes her lips as she sets her glass down and flips through the various pages in her book so far. "Gods, I have barely anything to work with, though." In a much quieter tone, she continues. "The people here are sooooooo boring. I like to think I'm a talented writer, but I have nothing to start with."

'Precisely!'

The gnome took pride in it, knowing he had wonders beyond mortal comprehension within his reach....but she didn't need to know that. No one did...lest it tempt her wrath.

He took a glass, slowly sipping on the contents. In reality, the champagne wasn't to his liking. He wasn't fond of the sharpness and excessive fizz of it. If he were to have wine, it was supposed to be a delicate affair, savouring the rich flavours of the fruit. Alas, he had been spoilt over the years...t'is why he normally stuck with tea.

'To document the event and its attendants...my, what a peculiar host to think of such things~' The gnome laughed at the girl's despair, shifting the hold of the cane to point the gleaning amethyst in her direction. 'Then perhaps you are asking the wrong folk! You shouldn't be asking the lasses in the extravagant dresses, or the men in the same-cut suits ... they are the dullards who just want to fit in, to be a part of the herd.'

His whole body spun on the spot, the rings of the walking aid jangling as he came to a stop, his eyes catching glimpses of those around the event, a few interesting forms taking his fancy.

'You should be asking the ones who clearly don't belong in said herd. Those who can bring something new to the table-' The gem gestured toward a taller figure in the crowd, a horned fellow in armour despite this being a social event. 'A man always prepared for a fight even though none carry a blade....or they shouldn't have. Perhaps it slipped through security?' The last part was mumbled as another figure caught his attention. 'Or the scrawny lass with a posture so stiff that she stood out amongst her other peers. She clearly doesn't know how to hold herself amongst these people, so why is she here?'

The man turned back to the woman, the cane placed before him as a hand gestured to the side.

'Once you know what you're looking for, then perhaps your writings will be more fruitful?'

He finished his flute, nose scrunching slightly at the sour notes.

Miphis watched with amusement as Absolem made his case. Seeing things through his eyes as he points out the other interesting characters hiding just beyond the veil of pompous bores.

"Yes, you have a good point. The ones who wish to share their stories typically have nothing much to share." Her eyes squint and she looks down to Absolem.

"But what about you, my theatrical little friend? Your dress and mannerisms are on par with most of the others here, and yet you speak of the other patrons as though they are of another class. Illk is the word you used?" Miphis opens up her book again and rests it on her leg. Her fist, curled around her quill, taps against her chin as she looks Absolem over. Her eyes were trying to pierce the soul of his character.

"What's your story, Absolem?"

#Insight : 16 #absolem

The Tiefling's eyebrow raises as she watches the subject of her attention decide whether she is worth talking to. She has another sip of wine, listening intently to the bits of information, attempting to decipher as much as possible about this individual purely through her apprehension and reading between the lines.

"Mmm, yes, it's your duty to speak with me." She says in a playful manner. "I promise not to take too much of your time."

Miphis gestures to the chair across from her small table. "Please take a seat, cariño." The tiefling opens up her book again and jots down a few notes. Bright yellow eyes flutter between each word, quickly scanning across the page. Her eyes soon looked up to meet the individual. "...You mentioned this isn't your usual scene, what do you normally do for a living, miss-"

...I don't even know her name...

The tiefling quickly sets down her book and quill and reaches a hand across the table in greeting. "So sorry, I clearly did this out of order. My name is Miphis."

Her lips quirked a smirk for but a moment, giving a small nod before obliging the woman, taking the seat she gestured to. One leg over the other, her hands rested on her knee, watching the tiefling begin to write...not something that she had expected in a place such as this.

Many of the patrons had been gossiping and dancing...not writing.

'No need to apologise. Not sure if I should be formally giving my name under the circumstances, but it's Sky, Miss.' She hesitated for a moment, keeping her voice low so it couldn't be picked up by the surrounding crowd.

'It isn't. I'm a mercenary by trade, but it's usually more odd jobs than actual adventures that you hear our kind taking. Sure, it's harder work for the gold, but at least there isn't much competition. Most in the trade want gold and glory...not mundane tasks and deliveries.'

"Sky... What a beautiful name." Miphis mused as her quill moved across the pages. Her hand moved diligently, quickly filling out the page as Sky spoke. Miphis's eyes, bright and piercing, would move back and forth, switching between staring deeply into Sky and the pages. Much like an artist capturing their subject, but there was no imagery, just words being scratched into the pages.

"A mercenary!" She puts her quill down for a moment and rests her hands on her knees, leaning forward slightly. "I would have never guessed!" Despite Sky downplaying her work, Miphis is clearly very excited.

"What exactly brought you to that line of work? From what I understand, it's a very taxing role to play." Miphis leans in closer and whispers. "Have you slain any dragons before?"

#sky

An Invitation

You've been invited to attend a regal gathering. Champagne glasses, hors d'œuvres, and raucous laughter decorate the main party floor. Off to the side, sitting in a chair, is a tiefling girl dressed in yellow and holding a book in her right hand. She laughs politely as the individual she was speaking to wraps up their conversation with a playful joke.

Her book opens, and she writes a few notes before closing the pages again, scanning the room, her eyes meet another individual. She smiles.

What would you like to do?

steel-and-fire

Well, she was rather well mannered. Take a compliment and return it in kind. Well mannered in the proper way, not the noble way, not the snort and huff and puff your chest like a gorilla the moment anyone tells you your shoes are nice.

Nice.

"I can see that. Alright, Miphis, you'll get your wish.", he responded with a small tilt of his head. Ferenir spoke in a low tone, as if he was always a little tired, but his voice had strong undertones, like it was coming straight from his lungs, and that balanced out the energy he emitted when talking.

"Still, i would say your job is more interesting than mine, at least you get to do something, even if that something is suffer through listening to the pathetic achievements of the idiocracy.........On second thought, maybe not.", he chuckled, just as the tiefling stood up. Hmm....She was a cutie, she had a rather sweet smile, hard to find in this mess of filth.

The dragonblood's gaze shifted into the crowd for a moment, looking for something, then returned to writer.

"Yea, again, i am just decoration, Lilith can handle herself just fine. I'm just not allowed to delve into the crowd unecessarily, so i'll have to take the long way around.", he pointed at edges of the hall, as if mapping the travel itself, slightly exaggerated.

"I won't keep you waiting too long, don't worry. They don't build these as big as they used to anymore.", he mused and opened his step.....which stopped shortly as he squinted at something he saw.

Was that Sky?? Serving drinks?? He should scare her from behind later, hue.

#ferenir #//Ah let the crossover begin

Miphis smiled brightly, hearing that her wish would be granted. "Quite the gentleman you are! I see why your friend brought you along." The tiefling gathers her belongings, taking care not to leave her book and quill behind. As she does so, she listens along to Ferenir speaking about her role here and lets out a chuckle.

"Yes, well, my job is as interesting as I make it. Perhaps if the patrons bore me enough, I'll write some nasty rumors about them." She laughs again. "I joke, of course."

There's an uncertainty in her voice, as if she's actually considering the proposition.

She looks up to the draconic smith, taking in all of the intricacies of his features for the first time. "With someone as burly as you, you might scare a good number of patrons. Actually, that could be quite fun." Miphis looks up to Ferenir with a quirky grin.

Taking note of Ferenir's hesitation, she looks over to try to see what he spotted. "See someone you recognized?"

The Tiefling, for the first time all night, looked down to meet the eyes of the pompous fellow. Her eyes light up as she closes her book to fully focus on the conversation. "You could say it's a little bit of both."

Bright yellow eyes flutter as a revelation strikes her, partly due to the inquiries of the gnomish gentleman. "Well, it's certainly not their secrets they're sharing with me. I thought people so high up the food chain would have more interesting stories to share."

A deep sigh escapes past the woman's lips before she recomposes herself.

You're sharing too much!

The Tiefling reaches a hand down in greeting to the gnomish fellow. "Miphis. To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting?"

'More interesting- Oh no, not at all~! Those with influence like to stay in their circles. The become engrossed in their own affairs until they stagnate and parrot whatever the most influential person says... they are tiring to listen to if you deal with them on the regular.' There was a chuckle from the gnome, the feather bobbing along as he did so.

'That is where merchants and other folks who can offer their services come into the fold. They offer excitement, an opportunity to experience something new for a price...and most are more than happy to take it. They won't mingle with the common folk and live another life, oh no ... but to indulge elsewhere, well, that they are more than happy to do ~' A hand went to twist one of the curls of his moustache before it rested back on the cane, eyes widening slightly before a grin painting his lips.

'Ah! Where are my manners! Absolem, a merchant of Gheldaneth at your service my Dear, t'is a pleasure~' He refused to take the girl's hand, instead removing his beret and bowing forward, tapping the cane on the floor once it returned to his head. The action happened to attract one of the butlers, lowering a tray to the pair.

'Forgive the question, but what is one such as yourself doing here tonight? A guest of honour, or looking to make connections, so to speak-?'

"T'is a pleasure indeed!" Miphis says back with excitement. Attempting to match the nearly theatrical energy from Absolem. When Absolem mentions that he himself is a merchant, a grin begins to form from Miphis. "So what you're telling me is that you're the individual with the 'excitement' for sale?" She chuckles.

With the tray being lowered, Miphis reaches up to grab another glass. "The question is forgiven," Miphis says before taking a sip. "I am a guest of sorts. I was invited here to recount the tales of the parties' patrons."

There's a sigh that escapes her lips as she sets her glass down and flips through the various pages in her book so far. "Gods, I have barely anything to work with, though." In a much quieter tone, she continues. "The people here are sooooooo boring. I like to think I'm a talented writer, but I have nothing to start with."

#absolem #rp

"Don't mind if I do."

The tieflings fingers curl around the champagne flute, delicately lifting it up, bringing it to her lips. "Say, you don't seem like the usual wait-staff for these events." Yellow eyes look up at the waitress, attempting to get a read on the individual.

"For one, you actually stopped to entertain my silly comment. I appreciate all the drinks, by the way." There's a playful chuckle from the tiefling as she takes another sip.

This one could be interesting

"You know, I've been listening to too many stories from people with too much money, and I could use a break. You seem like you have a story or two. Would you mind entertaining me for a bit?"

The woman's lip formed a firm line, knowing full well she wasn't supposed to converse with guests. The lead attendants had given all the staff strict instructions for the evening, whether it were the full time staff, or the extras drafted in like herself.

Had she already broken rank?!

'Your assumption is correct, Miss. Just an extra hand that saw a job on a marketboard ... it's not I would normally take, but there wasn't the luxury of choice.' There was a slight bow of the head. 'Just doing what I was asked to-'

Her eyes darted across the room, noting another attendant walking their way, conveniently empty handed. Conflicting thoughts crossed her mind before there was a shrug, carefully handing the tray of remaining glasses to the man with a flair, a murmur in his ear. Thank the kami he was just as graceful, continuing on like he had the thing the entire time.

'While I'm not sure this is protocol, it could be argued as entertaining a guest...' And having a break, dealing with the higher-ups of society was draining, to say the least. '...By all means, what would you like to know?'

The Tiefling's eyebrow raises as she watches the subject of her attention decide whether she is worth talking to. She has another sip of wine, listening intently to the bits of information, attempting to decipher as much as possible about this individual purely through her apprehension and reading between the lines.

"Mmm, yes, it's your duty to speak with me." She says in a playful manner. "I promise not to take too much of your time."

Miphis gestures to the chair across from her small table. "Please take a seat, cariño." The tiefling opens up her book again and jots down a few notes. Bright yellow eyes flutter between each word, quickly scanning across the page. Her eyes soon looked up to meet the individual. "...You mentioned this isn't your usual scene, what do you normally do for a living, miss-"

...I don't even know her name...

The tiefling quickly sets down her book and quill and reaches a hand across the table in greeting. "So sorry, I clearly did this out of order. My name is Miphis."

#sky

An Invitation

You've been invited to attend a regal gathering. Champagne glasses, hors d'œuvres, and raucous laughter decorate the main party floor. Off to the side, sitting in a chair, is a tiefling girl dressed in yellow and holding a book in her right hand. She laughs politely as the individual she was speaking to wraps up their conversation with a playful joke.

Her book opens, and she writes a few notes before closing the pages again, scanning the room, her eyes meet another individual. She smiles.

What would you like to do?

Ahhh, such grandeur ~

The merchant had been to his fair share of events such as this, whether invited or no. I wasn’t as if he stood out either, the man’s tasteful sense of style fitting in quite nicely with that of the nobility. Afterall, if one were to play the part, one must look it.

There had been several interactions the man had partaken in that evening. Some that succeeded in a deal much to the Ring’s amusement, and others…well, droll to say the least. He must have had a second flute from one of the passing attendants before something unusual caught his attention.

A girl…with a book and quill?

A smirk quirked under the moustache. You didn’t come to gatherings such as these to write. You came to socialise, to learn more of your clientele and how best to negotiate with them.

The man wandered through the crowd, the feather on his beret being the only indicator to most that he were actually there. It was a few moments before the gnomish figure reached the girl, amusement in his tone.

‘Keeping a log of the night’s events, my dear? Or did something take your fancy?’ He shifted his cane before him, golden eyes focusing on the tiefling.

‘I wouldn’t have thought the hosts would liked their secrets to be shared… their ilk like things to remain behind closed doors, so to speak-‘ There was a warning tone in the man’s voice, but more out of concern rather than dismissal.

#absolem #//ah how I missed the rat

The Tiefling, for the first time all night, looked down to meet the eyes of the pompous fellow. Her eyes light up as she closes her book to fully focus on the conversation. "You could say it's a little bit of both."

Bright yellow eyes flutter as a revelation strikes her, partly due to the inquiries of the gnomish gentleman. "Well, it's certainly not their secrets they're sharing with me. I thought people so high up the food chain would have more interesting stories to share."

A deep sigh escapes past the woman's lips before she recomposes herself.

You're sharing too much!

The Tiefling reaches a hand down in greeting to the gnomish fellow. "Miphis. To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting?"

The woman hadn't anticipated being recognised being one of a number of staff hired for the occasion. Was it that obvious she wasn't used to the role, or had the patron just had too much?'

'Well it is part of the job, why wouldn't I, Miss?' The woman kept straight with the tray as she lowered it to the tiefling, something she had been briefed on before the evening's festivities began.

'Another?'

@miphis-the-writer

#sky #//and then the universe imploded

"Don't mind if I do."

The tieflings fingers curl around the champagne flute, delicately lifting it up, bringing it to her lips. "Say, you don't seem like the usual wait-staff for these events." Yellow eyes look up at the waitress, attempting to get a read on the individual.

"For one, you actually stopped to entertain my silly comment. I appreciate all the drinks, by the way." There's a playful chuckle from the tiefling as she takes another sip.

This one could be interesting

"You know, I've been listening to too many stories from people with too much money, and I could use a break. You seem like you have a story or two. Would you mind entertaining me for a bit?"

Vignette

The shadows that licked at the edge of Miphis's sight made the cavern seem nearly alive. Pathways explored just the other day are now blocked off and covered in rubble.

The tunnels seem to spread from outside the city walls and into the center. Cornelius managed to find a secret pathway that led deeper. Chambers filled with terrible experiments of flesh and stitched-together body parts.

"Oh gods. Is this what has happened to all those missing people?"

#miphis #campaign notes #dnd

paleobird

There's a blurry picture of... someone's face. Splotches of gray and yellow... Maybe a horn?

It's clear whoever sent this does not know how to use a phone.

@miphis-the-writer

Huh... must be a wrong number... by someone with zero selfie experience.

[Text] Sorry, I think you have the wrong number!

#ava #someone take the phone away

[Text] Wait, who is this? Is this not Cornelius? Sorry, I'm still figuring this thing out. Did the picture work this time?

An Invitation

You've been invited to attend a regal gathering. Champagne glasses, hors d'œuvres, and raucous laughter decorate the main party floor. Off to the side, sitting in a chair, is a tiefling girl dressed in yellow and holding a book in her right hand. She laughs politely as the individual she was speaking to wraps up their conversation with a playful joke.

Her book opens, and she writes a few notes before closing the pages again, scanning the room, her eyes meet another individual. She smiles.

What would you like to do?

steel-and-fire

Her response made the large man, chuckle. He was obviously amused. Even though he wouldn't be quick to jump to assumptions....After all, she seemed quite popular with the guests herself, the lady at least had a sense of humor....Something most nobleborn distinctly lack...

"It is a pleasure, Lady Miphis.", the man reached and shook her hand with his significantly larger one. Naturally, it wasnt the well mannered greeting of kissing it, but Ferenir much preferred the simplicity of a handshake. He wasnt her to court anyone...He would much prefer he made friends.

"Although if we talk about unique characteristics, i think fiend blood is as fascinating as draconic one. Quite beautiful too, it tends to be." A little compliment never hurt anyone.

"I am Ferenir, a simple blacksmith, that found himself guarding an old friend tonight....not that she needs my help, she just thinks i look impressive, wants to show off.", he rolled his eyes a little.

"And what about you? I doubt you're as popular as you are simply by your good looks, am i right?"