The Mirari - RP Thread

[Steve]

Rumor is spoken in the streets of the East District of Baldur's Gate that an mustached cleric of an esoteric faith has been inquiring upon another rumor, a rumor not spoken for years, actually...that a group of magic-seekers once passed a portal to a realm that shown the reverse of this very City, Baldur's Gate...a realm draped in shadow but not entirely dark.

This cleric seems eager to find certainty or falsehood in this rumor, and to contact any beings that may still belong to this group of magic-seekers...or, whatever they once called themselves, in a name little spoken in some time.

[Steve]

In the East District of Baldur's Gate:

"Hey you...mirari !"

"Uh...Artim."

"No...you, THE Mirari! "

"The what?!? Do explain, good sir."

"I saw you jugglin' dem goldies for the youngin's earlier...ain't see those street tricks in ages, figerin' you be back."

"Back?"

"Aye...be that a Mirari come back, fer a bit of the entertainin'. Can remember a number of you fine fellas makin' a good show for the common people...right here, in fact, in this plaza."

"Well good sir, I think you might be mistakin' me fo~~..."

"Donna you be denyin' it lad. Ye got the look all about you. And it aena bad thing either, seein' as few be makin' any time the people's pleasure. Always big things, never the little things...things that be a bringin' smiles on the young, ya know?"

"Well good sir, I appreciate your appreciation, but I would not call myself a performer, more a procurer of...."

"Dunna make excuses fer yourself, lad...ain't but a good thing you be doin', and I say, do more of it. How about you give this old chap a good laugh, say...make a funny dance, or, or, or...put on some of those funny hats with the long point, and say those big words the wizards use, yea...them big lights and the magic storms, yea...do some of that bit for the old chap, and I can spare ye a few coppers for the smile gained."

"My good sir, I have to disappoint you I do, for...I have not a show to put on for you this day."

"Lad! What, ye lost yer profession whilst you been away from us? I say, lad...canna you even bring forth the dancing winds and funny beasts...I do seem to remember this little gnome that was about the size of my shoe..."

"I must admit old man, good sir...what you describe does peak my interest. It would seem this...Mirari you speak off, played well with the fates, and the stories that bring wonder to the wonderless...I mean, the common people. Maybe you could...sell me your tale, all that you remember, and...well...I will see what I can find."

"You ain't be trickin' me now, eh? Dunna know yerself from yerself, aye, that is odd. Maybe ye fell and hit yer head doin' one of those daring acrobatic acts, eh? Canna say no to yer offer, though, aye...I will tell you all I know...hopin' to the Gods ye find yer mind back lad.

Maybe ye find yer way after all...."

[Steve]

Subject: Artim - Wares in the Cabinet of the Mind - the Gate

He eyes the man curiously for a moment
"Am I the what? I never heard o' anythin' by tha' name. But I'd gladly help ye search for it!" He says, more enthusiastic than ever.
"I love me some adventure, an' this sounds like fun!"

He looks at Artim, eager and with great anticipation, clearly ready to get moving any time now.

"I say, Tommy, the enthusiasm you radiate is infectious. There is no need that I stand in this one place to offer my wares, so we may begin most immediately!"

Artim reaches down to put a gentle hand on Tommy's shoulder, as much a friendly gesture as it is a way to make sure Tommy doesn't run off in some energetic movement without him.

"But where to begin, eh? These cobblestone streets are the stage from which we may act, but there are both depths below and heights above, that may hide the secrets we shall reveal! Does it not have the sound of a grand quest before is? We should make sure we are well equipped for this quest, both in supplies and spirit, for it is known that even within the Gate, there are dangers hidden, as well, monsters that walk these streets!"

"Come...I think it is time we speak with the minstrel—he must know something to lead us in the right direction."