Damar's Inheritance
You have been invited, via various mechanisms, to meet Damar Luprell's representative at The Daemon's Kiss, The Daemon's Kiss an inn between the Piece Hall and the Southern Canal. All you have been told is that Damar Luprell has a dangerous task for a group of adventurers that you may be interested in. You have been asked to meet there at six in the evening on the twenty eigth day of Icelwraith. Arriving at the inn through the freezing winds so common at this time of year, you pass through an impressive front door with a large statue to the left hand side into the inn itself. The statue is obviously linked to the inn's name, as it depicts a human male and an obvioulsy deamon female in a passionate embrace. The sculptor was obvioulsy highly skiiled given the detail he has cut into the dark stone.A serving girl, upon hearing who you are here to see, shows you into a private room to the right of the front door. There is a large table with a number of chairs placed around it. On the table is a good sized selection of food, and a fire in the bottom corner both warms, and washes a golden glow across the room. When everyone has arrived you can see the following: (Obviously one of them is you)
- A human male
- Seated, looking out from a dark hooded cloak, he is a clean-shaven, young man with unruly black hair, dusky skin and brown eyes. Whilst his clothes are fine, if not fancy, he wears them with an awkwardness that suggests he was not born to plenty. A Mage’s guild amulet is visible on his chest, and a couple of daggers are sheathed in his belt. A small but ornate lantern with panes of a pale crystal is never far from him, either being held gently in his hands or tucked somewhere in the folds of his cloak. He never appears completely relaxed. He constantly scans his environment and has a knack of looking at doors just before they are opened.
- A humanoid
- Next to him, stands what can only be described as a disproportionate brute. A tiny head, sat atop an upside-down triangle torso, long gangly arms ending in normal hands (out of place on this monster), and tree trunks for legs. Not a single inch of this brute’s skin is showing, it’s body is clad entirely in chain mail, leather gloves cover it’s hands, and a combination of mask and scarf covers it’s face. The only natural thing about it is the butch cut of blond hair on its head. On its back sits a huge wooden shield, serving only to make its frame larger than it already is. The only weapon in sight is a small hand axe hanging from its belt
- A Shemtaa (Great man)
- He is a willowy, imposing figure. That radiates confidence. The type of confidence that only comes from knowing your position in the world and be damned to the rest. His amber eyes sparkle out from sharp angular near symmetrical features. Framed by a mass of long auburn hair so dark it’s almost black. Standing tall at 6’7 he’s impeccably dressed in fine quality red robes, not the frivolous clothes of the Rich flaunting their wealth, but plain robes that have been tailored to fit from the best materials by master tailor. His only adornment consists of a simple ring on his right middle finger A collection of Daggers and pouches hang from a broad leather belt at his waist and a smooth ebony staff capped in a brassey metal rests in his left hand.
- A male elf
- Seated, he is obviously tall, probably just shy of 6' tall and is of a slender willowy build. Short cropped blonde hair accentuates the deep tan of his features, dark green eyes observing the world from shadowed eye sockets. As his eyes constantly flit from person to person, item to item, shadow to shadow, his hands are similarly also always moving either making simple shapes or touching things close to him - clothes, plants the stones of the walls. He wears only his loose fitting brown trews and tunic (which have many carefully stitched repairs), supported by a broad weapon belt carrying only a knife (but with many loops and straps for carrying others). His feet are bare.
- A female elf
- She is wearing black fitted leather trousers and a thickened black leather sleeveless tunic which hugs but protects an obviously female figure. Her thick studded leather belt holds a set of knives. She has a dark grey over sized hooded cloak that is made from very fine, probably elven, wool which is fastened at the neck by a silver brooch shaped like a coiled snake. She wears black leather bracers with metal bands the wrists Her black hair is plaited with a simple fastening at the base. She has a yellow gold ring with what looks like a crest stamped in the middle like a signet ring.
- A Dwarf
- A typicical stocky dwarf of average appearance with a neatly trimmed beard & several tattoos on his bare upper & lower arms that appear tribal in nature with a couple of animal images. His skin is worn & weathered (from toil) but paler than average. He wears a chain mail tunic with a very wide leather belt and huge buckle at his waist. He has a dagger sheathed at his belt. Darks trews and hard black boots cover his legs.