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One Day By The Sea [Closed to Barnaculled]
Jun. 6th, 2018 06:44 pmThe Menagerie Coast. It's interesting. Compared to the Empire, with its neat and firm laws, it's almost a free for all. But it's a port city, bustling with all kinds of types, and Caleb is here for a reason.
A purpose.
Officially, the Cerberus Assembly - and Master Ikithon in particular - operated well within the laws of the empire. That was only officially, however. There were certain outlawed spells, certain paths of study and research that were verboten.
Which was why he was here, picking up a spell tome in person, instead of having it brought by a courier, where it could be intercepted by any number of crowns guards. It's being brought this far from Issyria, via skyship, and it had been purchased for a sum that was absurd even by the Assembly's standards.
Caleb isn't immediately recognizeable as Dwendalian. He's wearing a dark leather jacket and cload, clothes clean and pressed, a strange tabby cat weaving between his legs as he walks, its eyes a strange and almost luminous blue-green. The docks are busy with workers and merchants, and they pay little mind to a well-dressed man with short facial hair and slicked-back red-brown hair.
As he's passing the many docked ships on his way to the tower where the sky ships dock, however, he's brought up short. He reaches up to touch the amulet around his neck - it's faintly warm and vibrating gently. There was a magical artifact nearby.
He turns on the spot, using the amulet like a compass, and soon he's following it further down the dock, to one of the ships being unloaded by workers. There's a multitude of different races on display here, humans and half-elves and half-orcs, dwarves, halfings, even the occasional tiefling, but his attention is drawn to one of the half-orcs unloading a netting full of crates.
He has a sword on his hip that is magical. Caleb tilts his head to look, murmuring under his breath and moving his fingers to cast detect magic. The sword flares a faint white to his vision, confirming his suspicions, but there's also very faint white lines also around the half-orc, almost binding him to the sword at his side.
Caleb blinks, focuses harder, and then the cat at his feet bumps into him more forcefully at the same time as he's shoulder-checked by a passing merchant, jolting him out of the spell.
The skyship will be arriving soon, and he needs to be there before it arrives, to take the book before any officials here can see it. But the half-orc is intriguing enough that he tells the cat at his feet, "Stay here," before moving on, heading for the tower.
The cat watches Caleb go for a moment, then hops up onto one of the boxes that had already been moved, curling his reddish tail around his legs, attention focused on the half-orc with his strange sword.
A purpose.
Officially, the Cerberus Assembly - and Master Ikithon in particular - operated well within the laws of the empire. That was only officially, however. There were certain outlawed spells, certain paths of study and research that were verboten.
Which was why he was here, picking up a spell tome in person, instead of having it brought by a courier, where it could be intercepted by any number of crowns guards. It's being brought this far from Issyria, via skyship, and it had been purchased for a sum that was absurd even by the Assembly's standards.
Caleb isn't immediately recognizeable as Dwendalian. He's wearing a dark leather jacket and cload, clothes clean and pressed, a strange tabby cat weaving between his legs as he walks, its eyes a strange and almost luminous blue-green. The docks are busy with workers and merchants, and they pay little mind to a well-dressed man with short facial hair and slicked-back red-brown hair.
As he's passing the many docked ships on his way to the tower where the sky ships dock, however, he's brought up short. He reaches up to touch the amulet around his neck - it's faintly warm and vibrating gently. There was a magical artifact nearby.
He turns on the spot, using the amulet like a compass, and soon he's following it further down the dock, to one of the ships being unloaded by workers. There's a multitude of different races on display here, humans and half-elves and half-orcs, dwarves, halfings, even the occasional tiefling, but his attention is drawn to one of the half-orcs unloading a netting full of crates.
He has a sword on his hip that is magical. Caleb tilts his head to look, murmuring under his breath and moving his fingers to cast detect magic. The sword flares a faint white to his vision, confirming his suspicions, but there's also very faint white lines also around the half-orc, almost binding him to the sword at his side.
Caleb blinks, focuses harder, and then the cat at his feet bumps into him more forcefully at the same time as he's shoulder-checked by a passing merchant, jolting him out of the spell.
The skyship will be arriving soon, and he needs to be there before it arrives, to take the book before any officials here can see it. But the half-orc is intriguing enough that he tells the cat at his feet, "Stay here," before moving on, heading for the tower.
The cat watches Caleb go for a moment, then hops up onto one of the boxes that had already been moved, curling his reddish tail around his legs, attention focused on the half-orc with his strange sword.
