Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Veshna Varkaâhl:... And the dead shall burn...*Her raspy, out worldly voice crawls as a murmur as her scarlet eyes look to the hung men* "... Misery..."

Sel: "Somethin yer lookin for missy?"

Veshna Varkaâhl: *She points a finger to him, the steel nail right in his direction. Both of her eyes wide open, as a smile portrays a mysterious face.*

Sel: "Eh..me? " *He shakes his head* "Yer nae want me..just a plain ol man." *He side glances to Khadagan* " OI Khadagan...look like a strange one here ..."

Khadagan the Backstabber: *He looks backwards to the woman and shrugs.* " Yer' woman, mate. I ain't touching this..."

Sel: "Eh? Nae my woman, never seen her in me life."

*Crows seem to come at her feet,
and circle around the tree. Their screams are heard.*

Sel: *He raises a brow and watches the crows* "Oh shite..."

Veshna Varkaâhl: "You are playing with the count, are you not? Risky... but would you be a true sailor if you did not? How is life away from the Sea?

Sel: "Could be better, in my opinion..but still...who are you and why you lookin fer me?"

Veshna Varkaâhl: *She pets one of the crows, with her hand, before chasing another.* "I am not looking for you. I have found you. They call me Veshna."

Sel: "Veshna...well alright yer found me..question is...why?

Veshna Varkaâhl: "Destiny? Misfortune? Luck? Spirits? Third Eye? Can you tell?"

Rumors in Roaringshore, might speak of a strange woman that looked like a witch and spoke in a cryptic way. She may have been seen talking to the local bartender and a hin known to live in the Swordarm Inn, and also an outsider a woman that carries a banner of Auril. What they spoke about only five would know, but one noticeable thing since is the increase of crows in the Pirate Village, and they appear hungry.....very ..hungry.

Veshna Varkaâhl: "The blood and shadows are still upon you. Are they from the cave? Yes... Yes."

Sel: *He looks around then back at Veshna* "What can you tell us about the ..Blood and Shadows?"

Solaris Cult: I want to know too! Because those runes appeared in the domain of the Icedawn and my people got questions.

Veshna Varkaâhl: "They are upon you. They wished to mark you. There was horror. But it did not crawl into your mind yet. Not that I can see in your eyes."

Sel: "Oh ..they not happy I manage to escape it?"

Yuutsu Nezumi: *She shakes her head* "Do-do think she-she talk-squeaking about shadow-thing in cave...?"

Veshna Varkaâhl: "Ask yourself... You want your drug badly. And it is taken from you, just as you are about to have it. How do you feel?"

Yuutsu Nezumi: "Like meal-food run-scurry away from Rat..... Rat would be-be many-much angry yes-yes...try-try to track-hunt even"

Sel: "So yer sayin..them Shadows..are goin to be ...lookin?"

Veshna Varkaâhl: "Do you fear them?"

Sel: "Question is..does the Shadows fear me?"

An annoying man with a shrill voice could be seen talking to a masked figure in the market place, they seemed to have a friendly enough discussion ending with the annoying one wandering off with purpose while muttering to himself.

It was hours later he returned shuffling along clumsily as he carried a heavy burden of many parchment tubes and cases. He cursed as he tried to throw his cloak around them, hands full with bottles of ink and a bag around his should clinked with more of their number. A few pirates snickered at him as he dropped cases while making his way to the docks, he offered them a scowl as he gracelessly stooped to pick them up.

On the docks he made his way to a small row boat and paddled out into the harbor.

"I also wish to... elay.... One of my concerns..."

"elay?"

"Put to rest. Set aside. Give pause to."

"Wot's it in regards too?"

"Fang Barer"? Why do they call you that, anyway?"

*A look of suprise was on his face before he raised a brow then chuckled* "Hmm interesting. Now I'm concerned in whom you been talkin too." *He smiled* "I mean, I've been called that publicly by some...but I'm not sure if others even understand the meanin, but indeed, I can satisfy your curiosity. In the title."

"As I said, we should talk...You should know how tenacious I am, so I could simply keep asking and listening, or I could ask you directly and cut to the chase rather than find out quietly and keep it to myself...I prefer the latter... Mostly because I wish to keep trust with you as much as possible and not secrets from you..."

"My only question is ..is the inquiry for you or is it from someone else?"

"They had -no idea- what they were doing! They didn't even have a plan, and anytime we got close to something, we couldn't do it because "the law"!

"Wait wait wait...What happen to hunting mage is all the bad thing? Huh? Look at yer arse now , hunting em"

"I said hunting innocent mages and their families, is bad"

"And I told ya hunting criminal ones is wot needs to be done"

"Because you were arguing for the Inquisition who are harming both GOOD and BAD mages"

"please let's not call them by such a title...'

"Let me ask you..do you really think the Inquisition as a WHOLE is bad?"

"Yes."

"They haven't earned it. Let's call them what they are "Witchhunters"."

"The Inquisition is the reason the mages are a problem. They're a direct response to them being a thing."

"Let me tell you beyond any shadow of a doubt... The Amnian efforts are entirely wrong, to the point where it will lead to the deaths of countless innocent's and the destruction of any credibility those who join them once had..."

"All the REAL Inquisition in Amn wanted was for mages to simply register. But no, people too bloody stubborn . Let me ask you this ..all them Refugees people been holding up and feeding and bedding..do you think they all just refugees?"

"Do you think they are all evil mages?"

"Nope and people think im the bad man."

"You do realize that under your description, I would immediately be hunted down... yes?"

"That depends on what you do with your magic."

"It's because they don't push mages into hiding or hunt them down, so they start doing weird shit."

"Your generalizing"

".... Fine line, Sel... Very fine indeed... Perhaps you should go join the Cyricists... I hear they're looking for people with that mindset...."

"I'm not generalizing, that's why I'm willing to help the Helmites hunt and catch the bad mages, not help them put children in prison."
*That alone is service to the Inquisition*

"Ask him, he knows what what bad mage can do to a young 18 year old girl. Go visit the Helmits they got the girls body or whats left of it." *He smirks*

"What can a bad soldier do to a 18 year old girl, Sel?"

"Anything to their imagination. But aint mean ALL soldiers are bad"

"One.. One out of thousands... And the way you're behaving you'll push countless others into their arms out of desperation, and then we'll have more bad mages who simply fell because there was no other alternative...... I'm disappointed in you Sel... You cannot even see the consequences of your actions...."

"No I'm disappointed in that mask that seem to be blinding yer wits. Non of yall people git whats really goin on in Amn. Too busy thinkin everybody trying to do away with magic."

"Do tell us then, Sel."

"I aint explain shit , yall just have to dig the truth fer yerself. "

"And here you are, trying to do exactly that for the sake of your precious security... A pawn in a greater game by a fel power to weaken us all..."

"Are you saying I should go dig around in Amn, as a mage?"

"Weaken you all? " *He laughs* For what purpose? Gain what? Theres nothing for me to gain to be rid of mages."

.... Sel... From this moment forth, my services to you are recinded until such time as you take a penetent quest to redeem yourself... We are no longer friends, and if I see you on the side of those hateful abominations and traitors to the gods, I will---treat you as heretic and traitor to mortal kind.

"Im a simple man with a bloody simple goal. Theres a Mage out there whos hands I'm going to fokin cut off . Any anyone that gets in my way to that goal I will cut their fokin throats."

*She blinked*

"Apologies I must depart... *he glares out of the corner of his eye at Sel.* it would seem knowledge, wisdom and order are no longer welcome here..."

"Nor is blind idiocy. People need to learn facts before they assume shite."

".... Speak not of what you do not comprehend, traitor.."

"Traitor ? Pfft I ain't no fokin mage."



"I think you're buying the Inquisitions' words too literally"

"Am I?..Then I guess folks around the coast didnt know some REAL Criminals ..fled and blended in with the many refugees...."

"Obviously some criminals are going to hide with the refugees!"

"Mhm..so now I wonder just how many others like the one that removed the body parts of a young girl..are out running about workin in the Gate...now I know why more and more criminals mages are out doing their shite. "

The woman-shaped figure didn't lose any more time, and checked the corpse in the wagon, while the pirate showed a toothy grin. She inspected the "goods" showed by the "merchant", before she nodded again. She looked around, before she left a pouch of gold in his hands.
"You kept your end of the bargain, so I will keep mine. Here's the payment, with a little extra - to forget we ever met."
"Huh? Have I seen or heard of ye before, lass?"
The hint of a smile appeared on the woman, before she carried away the corpse. Where? No one knows yet, for the pirate happily counted all of the gold in his hands, checking the quality of the coins, before he eventually returned to his work, whistling.

All this in Roaringshore, where free men and women are free to do whatever they like... even buying corpses, if needed.


Edit: DM Mimic approved!

A scoundrel was seen carrying a unconscious, heavily armored dark elf woman out of the Goblet. He was last seen leaving the inn alone. While returning to the Goblet he mumbled while grinning like he won a prize about a "damned chimney elf" and something inaudible about it being worth it. Whatever that means only the scoundrel knows.