Exploration of Varlyn

The Sun Comes Out Tomorrow
An Abbreviated Adventure

While Charjorix ventured into the town under the cover of rain and shadow, Folie opted to investigate "hands-on" in the situation. Quietly he slipped out of the building and to his carnival's caravan where he changed into a near replica of the clothing worn by the barmaid inside the Blind Seer. With a few magic'd words he took almost the same appearance as the young woman, and strolled into the tavern once more where he collapsed in exhaustion and was shuffled off to the back. The storm picked up outside and the demand for service rose to the point that Folie was left alone in the back to recover. 

Swiftly and quietly his hands rummaged through the back of the building, seeking valuables of both monetary gain and beneficial knowledge, only to come up empty handed. Convinced the tavern was unconnected, Folie chose to return to the tavern in costume and attempt to leave, only to come face to face with the barmaid he had chosen to impersonate! He attempted to cast a spell to change his appearance, but the stress took him by surprise, and the magic failed. The tavern was silent briefly only for Folie himself to belt into forced joy and jubilee exclaiming, "Sister! I knew they had lied to me all these years!"

While most of the tavern was confused, Folie's tears were convincing enough for the barmaid and the two fled across town to share stories of their split upbringing. 

Tyrazen seated at the bar ordered two steins of mead, and while waiting, was sat next to by a young dwarven warrior with long red hair a pleasing smile. A brief conversation ensued as the two discussed the strange storm, broken up briefly by Tyrazen bringing a stein to Charjorix, who now had returned and chose to lay on the stones by the firepit inside the tavern. The dwarven woman, Flokati, seemed taken in by the presence of the tiny dragon and continued her conversation with Tyrazen, though her eyes cut back many times to the small creature. 

Folie's exploits turned sour, though, as the magic of his disguise began to falter. The barmaid had turned her attention to seeking out family treasures to share her story, and in this time, Folie rushed for the door, claiming to need a moment alone to collect "her" thoughts. He rushed from the room, swiftly ditched the disguise after his magic faded, and returned to the tavern to take a room and sleep.

 

When morning came the adventurers heard little of last night's affairs, the passing of the storm seeming to be common enough now that the town accepts its presence. Each chose to have breakfast in their own way in the tavern, Charjorix lounging uninterested, Tyrazen having a light meal, Folie a heavier affair, and Flokati requesting one of each special dish the tavern prepared for the festival. The massive order spread across the table caught the tiny dragon's interest, who scampered unseen onto the table but not unheard. Flokati tossed a small chunk of meat towards the center of the table and waited, only to see the dragon's head pop up a little further back with a large wedge of cheese in its mouth. 

The visitors now full, each went about their business in town. Flokati took to the town to find comfortable clothing and an accessory or four to bind her hair, while Folie returned to the stable to speak with the carnival troupe with whom he came to the town, and Charjorix and Tyrazen scouted the town for signs of anger or sadness. Folie found a letter waiting for him instead of his, once believed to be, friends – an offer for permanent employment by a generous patron who seemed to know of Folie's unspeakable past. The offer was contingent on Folie being removed from the troupe, and so in the cover of the storm, while Folie slept in the tavern, the troupe took their belongings and ventured north from town.  Folie, obviously offended, took to the streets to drink, bumping into Flokati, the two exchanging sharp words briefly, and Folie wandering back to the town square to exclaim, vulgarly, his distaste for the troupe who had abandoned him in town. 

Charjorix and Tyrazen could see the events taking place, and rather than allowing the scene to continue and become a problem, Charjorix chose to intervene. Hiding among the feet of the crowd, she approached Folie and struck with her barbed tail in his leg, and scampered away. Folie's already drunken state coupled with the toxin was enough to cause him to pass out midsentence, to which Tyrazen gathered the now sleeping man and took him back to the inn. Charjorix took back to the rooftops and began to seek out Flokati, an assumed mercanary to ask for her assistance as well just as it came time for lunch.

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Festival of Darkening Light
The Gathering of Heroes

Prologue 

As the month of Goldlight, the time of harvest, came to its end, the villages near Blueveil prepared for the season celebration known as "The Festival of Darkening Light." This time of year sees the merchants and traders return to their homes in and around the trading town of Blueveil for the coming winter months. 

While the town of Blueveil is short of spectacular on its own, its position at the hub of trade routes makes it ideal for the handful of festivals the community holds each year. It is this festival gathering that catches the eyes and ears of our protagonists….

 

On the southern road from town, a merry band of acrobats and performers traveled, hoping to earn a great final score before the chill of winter set in and many roads became impassable for the coming months. This brightly colored troupe and their wagon of equal visibility marched up the road, seemingly led by a strong willed musician and performer with gentle and almost frail features accenting his slightly pointed ears. Their merriness caught the attention of a near angelic priest enjoying a leisurely pace on his way into town as well. 

"Hello there. Mind if I travel along with you" the somewhat older man asked the troupe. But much to his surprise, he was chided and turned away from the group in the hurry, brushed off in the moment. The priest, taken aback, chooses to travel along, allowing the circus to carry on their hurried way.

 

Having arrived earlier in the day, a young sorcerer of elven and human descent had taken a place in the town square to entertain the children in the market. Here he stood with a sack and a smile, capturing a small cat and placing it inside, only to remove a tiny cobalt blue dragon from the bag. The traveling circus and priest both arrived in town and explored; the priest securing his lodging, while the circus joined the sorcerer's performance with bright colors, lively music, and quick movement. Unknown to the town, the performers quietly obtained coin purses and wallets from the town's folk while the small dragon flew around the crowd with a metal bowl taking up coins. The performance and laughter continued until the weather shifted quickly, a storm rolled in overhead and the outside festivities drew to a close. 

Visitors to the town retired to inns and taverns to drink and revel further. The acrobats pulled their wagon to the stables and began to rest, while their leader, the half-elven bard Folie, stepped inside the tavern named "The Blind Seer" a more upscale location to the north end of town. He was recognized by the priest on the road earlier in the day, the Aasimar cleric Celesta. And while the two exchanged glances, Tyrazen with his miniature dragon perched upon the shoulder, came in and sat as well. As the sky darkened, the winds picked up and the festive demeanor struggled to stay afloat, Celesta overheard two young women in the tavern speaking about the recurring storms, and the potential of closing the tavern. It was revealed that under the cover of these storms, valuable items around town would be stolen and never seen again. 

 

 

While the mood soured, Celesta and Folie mingled in the tavern to learn what they could of the storm. Curious as to the nature of these rumors, the pseudodragon Charjorix snuck outside and onto the tops of the buildings to watch for the abnormal. Folie also curious as to the thefts returned to his caravan and disguised himself as an employee of the tavern and snuck back in, serving the odd drink, waiting for a chance to venture into the kitchen and beyond.

 

However, Charjorix saw from above the town the barmaid and the disguised Folie heading in opposite directions. Confused, the creature darted across town following one of the figures while informing Tyrazen the other was returning to the building. Under the cover of the storm, Charjorix stalked the figure into a boarding house across town, to the second floor, and into a small room. Darting under the bed, the barmaid did not notice the companion, and began looking through belongings in a foot locker; lavish silk, a small black bag that seemed to contain gems, and an ornate dagger with a black sheath. The barmaid left the room and the unseen dragon who would slowly sneak back into the tavern. 

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