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Post by The Terror on Dec 16, 2018 21:51:24 GMT
"Ask around the Slave Quarter, Master Dabrezzio, and you will find many witnesses to the fall of Gogossos. I am sure Lady Vaenys had a grandparent or two who could describe the Doom in great detail. And in truth, Lady Vaenys, all historical accounts are about hubris, as the First Men, Rhoynar, Andals, and yes, Valyria can attest."
He sipped his drink. "But to answer your unspoken question, yes, I am quite confident the Lost City of Dragons is as real as Linyanti. And it is waiting for someone to rediscover it like those dusty dragon eggs you Valyrians love to comb for."
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 16, 2018 22:01:22 GMT
"We do like our dragons," Micaela agreed. "I'm never quite sure whether prayer, luck or some strange magic blessed me with my Byka. Discovering the Lost City would be a dream come true for me, and for the Society as well. The scholars of Volantis would flock to the colony if we had even a shred of information about the city." She paused and signalled to a servant. "But what makes you mention Dracaros, my lord? It's not something that is frequently mentioned outside of scholarly circles. I'm sure Master Dabrezzio doesn't routinely discuss such matters with the patrons at his own tavern, nor with his business acquaintances."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 16, 2018 22:12:11 GMT
The last thing Jonarth wanted was more scholars and noble families flooding Linyanti. More nobles just meant less opportunities for unconventional methods of advancing. However...progress was unavoidable and if the city was found...if. He looked to the priest and nodded. “If you believe it to be real,” he said, “I find it likely that it is. You don’t seem too susceptible to myths...for a priest,” he joked. “And if it’s real I have no doubt that it will be found.” He put a few coins near the man. “For the poor,” he offered, feeling oddly pious for a second. “Or for your next few dozen drinks, I don’t judge.”
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Post by The Terror on Dec 18, 2018 0:52:54 GMT
Roshai had a thirsty look in his eyes as he unsubtly pocketed the coin. The red priest leaned forward to whisper, "Your Lord Golareon employed the Ivory Band on his last attempt to discover the Lost City. A few survivors of that band may or may not have later found grace from the Lord of Light, as oft occurs with those who step too deeply in the Great Other's shadow. If you were to, say, follow a certain river a day's ride southwest through the jungle, you might come across a waterfall. Through the waterfall might just be found a very curious passage through the mountain range. Very curious."
The red priest shrugged, "Or so I have heard. To be fair, I also believe in ice demons and the resurrection of the dead. So what the fuck do I know?"
He finished his cup in one long chug before slamming it down like a pirate. "Now, I must return to the Festival. Miracles don't perform themselves." The strange little man walked out of the tavern yelling in some very ugly tongue.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 1:07:32 GMT
Jonarth looked as he ran off, then rubbed his jaw and looked at Micaela. “Well that was interesting,” he said. “It takes a lot to scare the Ivory Band...I think.” He started calculating who’d pay best for information of the sort. “Would you like to head back now?” He shrugged. “Or more ale?”
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 18, 2018 8:00:28 GMT
"Perhaps we ought to depart, or at least move to somewhere a little less conspicious," Micaela said. "This priest has given me a few things to think about, and I should like the leisure to consider them. Do you credit his statements at all? For myself, I think they bear further investigation." It was clear from Micaela's tone that she was interested in the priest's claims.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 12:48:21 GMT
Jonarth nodded slowly as they made their way back towards the market and the Pearl, where she could get her litter to return to the more exclusive area of the colony. “It’s a considerable bit of information,” he admitted. “I still find it disturbing that such...mundane sort of news never passed through the lips of any of the other sellswords.” He looked about as he walked with her. “But I can admit my curiosity is piqued.” There was something about listening to a holy man who actually seemed to have some sort of legitimate abilities beyond normal men that made them easier to...not trust exactly, but at least listen to, even if he was a bit of a sot. “At least if I agree to help this project we have more information than we had before.”
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 18, 2018 18:31:50 GMT
"Yes. I'll need to make some enquiries, I believe. Perhaps after the Festival is over we could take a little trip to this waterfall? In the meantime, I think it would be worth making contact with some of the mercenaries, and Master Santygar will want to know about this. It may yet come to nothing, but no scholar discounts a possible lead," she said. "I doubt it was mere chance that brought the priest our way."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 19:13:34 GMT
Jonarth modded. “It did seem a bit...preplanned,” he agreed. “I think the priest has his own motives for sending us to such a dangerous panned, but who can tell?” He was of half a mind to find the waterfall himself, see if it was worth pursuing. He smiled at her. “Well it was an interesting evening at least,” he grinned.
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 18, 2018 19:24:11 GMT
"Yes, it was. Thank you. Can I count you in for an initial exploration of the waterfall area? It would be best to have someone trustworthy beside me, as well as my sworn sword."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 19:30:33 GMT
Jonarth shrugged. “It looks like it’s worth seeing,” he admitted. “But even such a short trip needs preparation. The natives and the Adaxios clan aren’t to be trusted.”
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 18, 2018 19:36:38 GMT
"You've got people you can trust, though, haven't you?" She looked hopeful. "And I could have a word with Lopopo, he'll have some helpful advice and might even wish to accompany us."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 19:48:06 GMT
“I have a few,” Jonarth said. “But I’m not doing the Society’s reconnaissance for free. I’ll meet with Lord Santygar tomorrow,” he promised. “And we will see what we can hash out.”
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 18, 2018 19:54:04 GMT
"As you wish. Just bear in mind, I'm not going to be left behind for this excursion." Her expression was utterly serious. This was, after all, the closest thing either she or the Society had experienced to a breakthrough and she needed to be part of it. For Jace's memory as well as for herself. "Good luck with Master Santygar though."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 18, 2018 19:58:23 GMT
The pair got close to the tavern and Jonarth nodded. “As you wish my lady,” he said, sounding somewhat amused at her defiant tone. “Do you need an escort back to your manse?” He offered.
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