Here and there, a blonde elf maiden dressed in what appears to be Waterdhavian fashion from the past season, for those with discriminating taste, can be seen walking the streets of SIlverymoon, holding up a piece of parchment and showing it to whomever happens to cross her path.
She has a small stack of parchments, each of them bearing the likeness of a blond male elf who bears a vague resemblance to Aglaril of House Shaelara, though the cheekbones are higher, the nose straighter. Beneath the picture is penned the following, in a flowing, elegant hand:
Have you seen this elf? Please relay any information on the whereabouts of Taelyn to Kisindri Nightsong at the Golden Oak. Reward offered.
At each of the local inns and the Fuchloran, she asks whether she can place one of them up in a visible area.
{ Wasn't sure if I needed dm approval for these to get posted or not... }
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Re: Posters in Silverymoon
A tall Sun Elf that bears some resemblance to the depicted elf walks up to one of the posters.
"Ha! What have we here...? Such pleasant countenance and handsome features... waitamoment..."
His expression shifts from puzzlement to annoyance, then after a while to a smiling realization, as he snaps his fingers. He then produces a quill and dips it in a bottle of the finest ink, and quickly scribbles on the poster underneath the picture in elegant Thorass script:
"The mere sight of such a devilishly handsome fellow is reward enough; nonetheless, if you wish to expedite the process of bringing the elf in for a reward, it is rumored that first humoring him with a meal of the finest wine and small tender portions of venison cooked with choice fruit juices is a sure fire way to bait him."
Finished with his work, the elf lets out a rather roguish grin and walks off at brisk pace, seeking out other similar posters to embellish.
"Ha! What have we here...? Such pleasant countenance and handsome features... waitamoment..."
His expression shifts from puzzlement to annoyance, then after a while to a smiling realization, as he snaps his fingers. He then produces a quill and dips it in a bottle of the finest ink, and quickly scribbles on the poster underneath the picture in elegant Thorass script:
"The mere sight of such a devilishly handsome fellow is reward enough; nonetheless, if you wish to expedite the process of bringing the elf in for a reward, it is rumored that first humoring him with a meal of the finest wine and small tender portions of venison cooked with choice fruit juices is a sure fire way to bait him."
Finished with his work, the elf lets out a rather roguish grin and walks off at brisk pace, seeking out other similar posters to embellish.
Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
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It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt