Post by Fletcher on Oct 2, 2015 10:38:55 GMT
Today was an unusually busy day for Londinium, people were venturing about similarly to how they normally did but it just seemed more volumous than what Fletcher was used to. He wasn't aware of any special events were that were happening, but given how things just sometimes popped up it was entirely possible. It started at breakfast and waking up particularly early due to the commotion downstairs. Carbuncle had been roused as well, and was eyeing the door carefully in case it were to fall in on the pair of them. Fletcher got dressed and stretched, or attempted to before the noise from downstairs became too much of a bother.
The dwarf opened his door, peering out into the hallway to see the source of all the noise, finding it all coming from downstairs. Carbuncle whined, visibly confronted with how different this morning was already seeming. Picking up the fox, and putting him on the perch on his shoulder, the pair went downstairs to get a better scope of what was going on. As Fletcher went downstairs, it became clear just how busy the place was, adventurers and People of the Land all mixed together chatting enthusiastically about some event happening in town. Celeste, the barmaid Fletcher was mostly aquainted with was nearby. "Celeste, what's happening? What's all the commotion?"
Celeste, out of breath and trying to cope with the influx of orders coming and going spoke out of breath. "Some sages made a discovery about an ancient civilisation or something. So everything's getting up in arms for an adventure, that's what I've got." Without waiting for the dwarf to reply or ask a second question she was gone and serving customers again. Fletcher figured that with at least that much he'd go out and check this out for himself. If people were arming themselves, then someone would be doleing out information for them to follow.
Stepping outside, the dwarf almost bumped into a couple of adventurers talking about a conference held by a Messier Sage. In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect from that. Was it going to be a homeless wizard in bedraggled garb spouting nonsense? Was 'Messier' a higher rank than just 'Messy' in this wierd circle of Lander Sages? Regardless, it wasn't going to become any clearer unless he actually rocked up to this conference to hear what he had to say. Following the pair of adventurers to where this conference was being held, Fletcher was greeted with a crowd of people all crammed into a garden square. Up on a small stage seemingly in the center of the square was what Fletcher could only assume was the sage.
The sage was dressed in a dark blue robe, as dark as and speckled with white as a clear night sky. Aside from that, there was very little the dwarf could tell about the person giving the speech. Gender was a mystery, given the robe it was hard to tell age or race either. If Fletcher had to guess, the sage was male, and spoke as if he was not the burly type but more the quiet, scrawny kid in school. "Recently..." There was something magnified about his voice, possibly amplified through the use of magic. "We have unearthed a stone tablet on the Thames Coastline. Or rather..." There was another pause before the sage continued. "We retrieved most of a stone tablet; parts of it are missing and are still buried along the coast, we would ask of your help to find the rest of the tablet." There was some commotion about the crowd, some skeptical, others excited. "If our assumptions are correct, this tablet pre-dates the history of the Alvs." There was some division between the crowd when this information came to light. Others for some reason left immediately following with sullen looks on their faces, others seemed to look like it was a joke. "Anyone that wishes to aid in our search, please come and see us for more information!"
The crowd thinned a little bit but for the most part it remained unchanged. The adventurers that he had followed here had found that they had other things to do instead of listening to some Lander ramble about some archeological findings and went to go to a raid somewhere that Fletcher had never heard of. Carbuncle looked at Fletcher and the dwarf looked back, shrugging. "What do you think, Carbuncle? Did we have anything in particular that we needed to do today?" The fox did nothing more than murmur in approval to the idea, but didn't seem to actively function well as a secretary. There were some that had decided to give assistance, but Fletcher waited until most had staked their claim for the task before walking up to the sage. "I'll give you a hand if you'll have me."
The dwarf opened his door, peering out into the hallway to see the source of all the noise, finding it all coming from downstairs. Carbuncle whined, visibly confronted with how different this morning was already seeming. Picking up the fox, and putting him on the perch on his shoulder, the pair went downstairs to get a better scope of what was going on. As Fletcher went downstairs, it became clear just how busy the place was, adventurers and People of the Land all mixed together chatting enthusiastically about some event happening in town. Celeste, the barmaid Fletcher was mostly aquainted with was nearby. "Celeste, what's happening? What's all the commotion?"
Celeste, out of breath and trying to cope with the influx of orders coming and going spoke out of breath. "Some sages made a discovery about an ancient civilisation or something. So everything's getting up in arms for an adventure, that's what I've got." Without waiting for the dwarf to reply or ask a second question she was gone and serving customers again. Fletcher figured that with at least that much he'd go out and check this out for himself. If people were arming themselves, then someone would be doleing out information for them to follow.
Stepping outside, the dwarf almost bumped into a couple of adventurers talking about a conference held by a Messier Sage. In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect from that. Was it going to be a homeless wizard in bedraggled garb spouting nonsense? Was 'Messier' a higher rank than just 'Messy' in this wierd circle of Lander Sages? Regardless, it wasn't going to become any clearer unless he actually rocked up to this conference to hear what he had to say. Following the pair of adventurers to where this conference was being held, Fletcher was greeted with a crowd of people all crammed into a garden square. Up on a small stage seemingly in the center of the square was what Fletcher could only assume was the sage.
The sage was dressed in a dark blue robe, as dark as and speckled with white as a clear night sky. Aside from that, there was very little the dwarf could tell about the person giving the speech. Gender was a mystery, given the robe it was hard to tell age or race either. If Fletcher had to guess, the sage was male, and spoke as if he was not the burly type but more the quiet, scrawny kid in school. "Recently..." There was something magnified about his voice, possibly amplified through the use of magic. "We have unearthed a stone tablet on the Thames Coastline. Or rather..." There was another pause before the sage continued. "We retrieved most of a stone tablet; parts of it are missing and are still buried along the coast, we would ask of your help to find the rest of the tablet." There was some commotion about the crowd, some skeptical, others excited. "If our assumptions are correct, this tablet pre-dates the history of the Alvs." There was some division between the crowd when this information came to light. Others for some reason left immediately following with sullen looks on their faces, others seemed to look like it was a joke. "Anyone that wishes to aid in our search, please come and see us for more information!"
The crowd thinned a little bit but for the most part it remained unchanged. The adventurers that he had followed here had found that they had other things to do instead of listening to some Lander ramble about some archeological findings and went to go to a raid somewhere that Fletcher had never heard of. Carbuncle looked at Fletcher and the dwarf looked back, shrugging. "What do you think, Carbuncle? Did we have anything in particular that we needed to do today?" The fox did nothing more than murmur in approval to the idea, but didn't seem to actively function well as a secretary. There were some that had decided to give assistance, but Fletcher waited until most had staked their claim for the task before walking up to the sage. "I'll give you a hand if you'll have me."
