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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A fine early morning in Firmament, right out by the Academy Square and just within the hallowed eaves of that fine institution of knowledge. Beings ply along the hallways, set on their own business, but off to one side a small group of Cliffsiders waits impatiently, clearly either reluctant to be in the presence of so many dirty Sweetwater folk or just unused to this sort of wait.<br> <br>A flick of Flora's tails, a small blink, and she moves into the area on the back of her golem. Silently, she observes the Cliffsiders, shrugging lightly and simply taking a place in the line-up.<br> <br>Angus checks the strap of his musket once more, always making sure that the thing didn't break or become damaged since last he check as he stands there, eyeing the cliffsiders curiously. He had heard that a group was looking for samples, but he didn't expect to meet so many cliffsiders here, making him a little paranoid as he just observes for now.<br> <br>Asher patters across the square, a little note in his hand that he copied from the guild notice board. He looks up and smiles when he sees Angus. "Angus! Wait up!" he squeaks, breaking into a jog to catch up and join the company around the Cliffside Alchemists.<br> <br>Issi makes her way in behind Angus and Flora. Mostly curious, since Cliffsiders aren't known for liking Sweetwater at all. [Samples? For what? There can't be that much 'glorious' Cliffside could need from here.] Oh, right no one can hear her.<br> <br>Bite sways into the academic district, curious what might be going for trade, although she herself has no fancy chemicals to trade off, with the exception of plundered treasure. She approaches the group with a giggle and waves. "Hey there sssweeties, what are you all up to? I heard you were all trying to make a few trades?" she says as she looks them over and tries to spot anyone with whom she might converse, who is pleasing to the eyes, although this quality is not seeked too hard.<br> <br>A robed badger enters the academic district, his arms folded as he walks aroud looking for the Cliffside alchemists. He can't believe this isn't some sort of trick on their part, and just had to come see for himself, approaching just behind Bite and the others. Even though he's from Cliffside, himself, he still doesn't trust these beings that much and keeps a suspicious eye on them.<br> <br>"Well, yes, we ARE looking for a trade," one of the Cliffsiders, a clever-clanned parrot, replies, looking over the group plus some others who've gathered in anticipation of the bounty. "Your fellows over here have promised that they could help with a small problem we had, and we...well, we're willing to share some of our older papers with them for it. You mercenary types can have a bit of coin, or if you'd like, a copy, although one wonders what you'd do with such things..." he goes off mumbling for a bit before remembering he has an audience. |
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| + | "Anyway, I'm sure you all know what willows are, and that the bark is commonly used in what the layman terms "dulling potions". Problem is, we're not looking for just any willows, but those from your lands beyond Silvervein pass. Word has it that the natural life there has changed over the last twenty years due to - uh - the presence of these things you call shadows, and we'd like to test that hypothesis with regards to certain compounds such as the ones that can be found in willow bark. About this much -" he makes two balled fists - "should be enough, really - first one that gets back with what we need gets the reward. Oh, and we can tell, so don't just skip outside the city walls and go a-scrapin'. Hard to say with some folk."<br> <br>"Flora would like to know what the papers are about, yes," she mumbles, her tails flicking behind her as she looks at the parrot, before she listens carefully to the descriptions given, ears perked lightly as she does. | ||
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| + | She seems calm and collected, making sure to keep a close eye on each of the Cliffsiders, looking from one to the next from time to time.<br> <br>Angus crosses his arms and glares at the Cliffsiders. "This research better be worth the effort, beyond the Silvervein pass is not the most...friendly of places for beings." After commenting he goes back to being silent as he checks the holsters of his pistols, making sure they were secure as he gets ready.<br> <br>Issi hrms. [Silvervein. What would my kind have to do with changing anything? We don't do anything to... Unless what you call the 'malaise' does something. It certainly has an effect on beings.] She nods, willing to go there. While the papers might be old, Cliffside is called the city of magic for a reason after all.<br> <br>Asher nervously tugs at Angus's pant leg, "They don't mean we have to go out to Mossy stone, do they?" The little corgi has heard terrible things about the lost city on the other side of Silvervein and would really not verify the stories. "I'm happy to go gathering samples, but I don't think I want to test myself against. . ." he trails off a bit, "Well, you know." The corgi glances over at the Cliffsiders, wondering if they even know what they are asking for. He follows Angus's example and checks his weapons, a pair of daggers and his modified musket. "Do you mind if I stick with you, Angus? Just in case?" the little canine asks.<br> <br>Their claim seems fairly on the level to Cedric, who nods as he listens to the explanation given by the Cliffside alchemists, though he rolls his eyes slightly at their continued reluctance to admit to the presense of shadows. If they don't believe it's anything of concern, why couldn't they just make the trip themselves, the badger wonders to himself. Well, starting an arguement in the middle of the place wasn't going to solve anything, so he simply nodded in reply. Those papers could be fairly valuable, depending on the contents. He steps over to Angus and Asher with a nod. "Alright, sounds like fun!"<br> <br>Siyu has some level of alchemical knowledge. A little bit at least, still he wasn't quite sure if it was alchemy, or adventure they were looking for. Either way the rodent wanders in, a bit late, swishing his hips and coming to check to see what the fuss is all about. Dressed in mail and leather this time around. "Hm, actual alchemical research? Interesting. I am curious if you've studied any other shadow afflicted plants or is this your first attempt..." <br> <br>The parrot frowns at Flora with an expression that can only mean "what does this rube want?" "Well, everyone knows that alchemical reactions occur faster when you heat things up. The problem is, by how much? We've developed a particular model that links not just the temperature, but concentrations of the associated reagents with the speed of the reaction, and the team back at Cliffside has performed hundreds of experiments to validate its predictive power - or at least, when it comes to iodine, although we hope to have a more generalised expression soon." | ||
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| + | "We don't *know* if they really have been changed," he explains in reply to Siyu's question. "That's why we're here to find out. Frankly, some of out colleagues believe that this whole shadow thing continues to be a hoax, but we don't take unnecessary risks. Now, if you would please...?"<br> <br>A browraise, a nod as Flora looks at the parrot with... A similar reaction. She mumbles a tad, before nodding. "This should prove... Useful for LongTech Industries, yes," she rumbles with a grin, before moving back, still resting on the back of her golem, looking along the pathway and... It seems she's already doing headmath of some sorts, as if trying to remember a few things. | ||
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Log
A fine early morning in Firmament, right out by the Academy Square and just within the hallowed eaves of that fine institution of knowledge. Beings ply along the hallways, set on their own business, but off to one side a small group of Cliffsiders waits impatiently, clearly either reluctant to be in the presence of so many dirty Sweetwater folk or just unused to this sort of wait.
A flick of Flora's tails, a small blink, and she moves into the area on the back of her golem. Silently, she observes the Cliffsiders, shrugging lightly and simply taking a place in the line-up.
Angus checks the strap of his musket once more, always making sure that the thing didn't break or become damaged since last he check as he stands there, eyeing the cliffsiders curiously. He had heard that a group was looking for samples, but he didn't expect to meet so many cliffsiders here, making him a little paranoid as he just observes for now.
Asher patters across the square, a little note in his hand that he copied from the guild notice board. He looks up and smiles when he sees Angus. "Angus! Wait up!" he squeaks, breaking into a jog to catch up and join the company around the Cliffside Alchemists.
Issi makes her way in behind Angus and Flora. Mostly curious, since Cliffsiders aren't known for liking Sweetwater at all. [Samples? For what? There can't be that much 'glorious' Cliffside could need from here.] Oh, right no one can hear her.
Bite sways into the academic district, curious what might be going for trade, although she herself has no fancy chemicals to trade off, with the exception of plundered treasure. She approaches the group with a giggle and waves. "Hey there sssweeties, what are you all up to? I heard you were all trying to make a few trades?" she says as she looks them over and tries to spot anyone with whom she might converse, who is pleasing to the eyes, although this quality is not seeked too hard.
A robed badger enters the academic district, his arms folded as he walks aroud looking for the Cliffside alchemists. He can't believe this isn't some sort of trick on their part, and just had to come see for himself, approaching just behind Bite and the others. Even though he's from Cliffside, himself, he still doesn't trust these beings that much and keeps a suspicious eye on them.
"Well, yes, we ARE looking for a trade," one of the Cliffsiders, a clever-clanned parrot, replies, looking over the group plus some others who've gathered in anticipation of the bounty. "Your fellows over here have promised that they could help with a small problem we had, and we...well, we're willing to share some of our older papers with them for it. You mercenary types can have a bit of coin, or if you'd like, a copy, although one wonders what you'd do with such things..." he goes off mumbling for a bit before remembering he has an audience.
"Anyway, I'm sure you all know what willows are, and that the bark is commonly used in what the layman terms "dulling potions". Problem is, we're not looking for just any willows, but those from your lands beyond Silvervein pass. Word has it that the natural life there has changed over the last twenty years due to - uh - the presence of these things you call shadows, and we'd like to test that hypothesis with regards to certain compounds such as the ones that can be found in willow bark. About this much -" he makes two balled fists - "should be enough, really - first one that gets back with what we need gets the reward. Oh, and we can tell, so don't just skip outside the city walls and go a-scrapin'. Hard to say with some folk."
"Flora would like to know what the papers are about, yes," she mumbles, her tails flicking behind her as she looks at the parrot, before she listens carefully to the descriptions given, ears perked lightly as she does.
She seems calm and collected, making sure to keep a close eye on each of the Cliffsiders, looking from one to the next from time to time.
Angus crosses his arms and glares at the Cliffsiders. "This research better be worth the effort, beyond the Silvervein pass is not the most...friendly of places for beings." After commenting he goes back to being silent as he checks the holsters of his pistols, making sure they were secure as he gets ready.
Issi hrms. [Silvervein. What would my kind have to do with changing anything? We don't do anything to... Unless what you call the 'malaise' does something. It certainly has an effect on beings.] She nods, willing to go there. While the papers might be old, Cliffside is called the city of magic for a reason after all.
Asher nervously tugs at Angus's pant leg, "They don't mean we have to go out to Mossy stone, do they?" The little corgi has heard terrible things about the lost city on the other side of Silvervein and would really not verify the stories. "I'm happy to go gathering samples, but I don't think I want to test myself against. . ." he trails off a bit, "Well, you know." The corgi glances over at the Cliffsiders, wondering if they even know what they are asking for. He follows Angus's example and checks his weapons, a pair of daggers and his modified musket. "Do you mind if I stick with you, Angus? Just in case?" the little canine asks.
Their claim seems fairly on the level to Cedric, who nods as he listens to the explanation given by the Cliffside alchemists, though he rolls his eyes slightly at their continued reluctance to admit to the presense of shadows. If they don't believe it's anything of concern, why couldn't they just make the trip themselves, the badger wonders to himself. Well, starting an arguement in the middle of the place wasn't going to solve anything, so he simply nodded in reply. Those papers could be fairly valuable, depending on the contents. He steps over to Angus and Asher with a nod. "Alright, sounds like fun!"
Siyu has some level of alchemical knowledge. A little bit at least, still he wasn't quite sure if it was alchemy, or adventure they were looking for. Either way the rodent wanders in, a bit late, swishing his hips and coming to check to see what the fuss is all about. Dressed in mail and leather this time around. "Hm, actual alchemical research? Interesting. I am curious if you've studied any other shadow afflicted plants or is this your first attempt..."
The parrot frowns at Flora with an expression that can only mean "what does this rube want?" "Well, everyone knows that alchemical reactions occur faster when you heat things up. The problem is, by how much? We've developed a particular model that links not just the temperature, but concentrations of the associated reagents with the speed of the reaction, and the team back at Cliffside has performed hundreds of experiments to validate its predictive power - or at least, when it comes to iodine, although we hope to have a more generalised expression soon."
"We don't *know* if they really have been changed," he explains in reply to Siyu's question. "That's why we're here to find out. Frankly, some of out colleagues believe that this whole shadow thing continues to be a hoax, but we don't take unnecessary risks. Now, if you would please...?"
A browraise, a nod as Flora looks at the parrot with... A similar reaction. She mumbles a tad, before nodding. "This should prove... Useful for LongTech Industries, yes," she rumbles with a grin, before moving back, still resting on the back of her golem, looking along the pathway and... It seems she's already doing headmath of some sorts, as if trying to remember a few things.
