Sandy Tower
Tenebrae - Saturday, April 13, 2019, 10:36 PM
-=--=--=--=--=--=<* A07: Lower Alexandria Market District *>-=--=--=--=--=--=-
Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.
For all its commerce, visitors are advised to keep hold of their purses. Even the merchants possess a certain, cunning look. Most are positioned at carts or stalls as opposed to a formal storefront, with trade here being mobile, and visiting from all parts of the world.
Though the quality of goods suffers here compared to Upper Alexandria, the options are more diverse. Too, the oversight of the Watch is slightly less, and during times events are held at the Arena, chaos abounds. After dark, the square becomes a hangout for bards and other entrepreneurs whose business is best conducted by night; the shadows at the edges of the square often contain furtive figures engaging in their own brand of business.
For her part, Sandy has just emerged from the Moon. She's shut ting down for the evening, grumbling all the while.
Mikilos wanders, usually, typically with his nose in some book or another. At this particular moment, however, he's finshed his book, tucking it away into a pouch, as a pair of small mage lights hover around his shoulders. He does however, perk up at a familiar grumbeling. No one else grumbles quite like that. "Ah, Lady Sandiel, I'd been wanting to speak with you... well, okay, not really, but it might be important, and you're the one on my list I happened to find first."
"..."
Sandy lets out a heavy sigh as she turns to face the tall elf. "What the hell do you want, Mikilos?" she asks./
Mikilos shrugs. "Save the city, stop a great evil, hunt down some ancient horror, fulfill my own personal curiousity." He waves vaugely. "You know, the usual." He smiles charmingly. Or what would be charming in an entirely different situation. "Have you heard the results of the Faroth-fea? Amoung other things, we got a vision of a white tower to the north, surrounded by snow and ice. I'm tracking down every rumor of a white tower I can find, or a tower of snow and ice, or a tower to the north, or any combonation I can. It's a lot of rumors, but maybe something solid will hit."
"Oh, of /course/ it's a tower," says Sandy, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Of course it is. It's always a tower with you people." She means weizards, of course, bec ause this is clearly all a wizards' fautl.
Mikilos huffs, ever so slightly. "I keep a labrynth lair carved directly into the mountain. You've been there. But, that's not the point. Are you aware of any tower, yes, most likely inhabitated by some sort of wizard... and likely a vampire... to the north? And also, did you hear of Alba getting kidnapped?"
"Ha! There! I have you! THat's EXACTLY the point!" Sandy gesticulates wildly, pointing at Mikilos. She glares at him a moment before adding, "Oh, a vampire. No, I did not hear of that. Is Alba okay?" she asks. Frown.
Mikilos shakes his head. "Still missing, last I heard. Sounds like the vampire charmed her, and went 'willingly'. Scrying has been infective, though i'm going to try again with a different material focus."
"Good idea," agrees Sandy. "We need to find her if she's in deep enough troiuble." Sh8e frowns, looking more than a little annoyed. Of course, neither of them know Alba is already back, but hey, they'll find oiut soon enough when they scry her and find her doing something like vomiting spiders on some unfortunate soul.
Mikilos nods. "I assume there's some sort of non-detection field in play, but I hope to force my way past it. Annoying, really. I'd been meaing to run an emperiment with her, was on my way to go over the details when found out she'd gone missing. You've heard the Black Phlegm carries of the plague cough up reacts to magic as if feeding upon it? Like to see what it does in an Antimagic field."
"Yeah, that I've heard about. I showed up at your little ritual towards the end, remember," says Sandy, pointedly. "I've heard about it, but I'm not especially familiar with it." She shrugs her shoulders. "Hasn't been my problem," She adds. "But I'll help if I can."
Mikilos frowns and nods. "Right, right. I had forgotten you were there. The stickly black mess trying to cling to my face sorta blurs the mental images." Sandy, demon monster, hard to recall which was which.
"Yeah, of course," remarks Sandy, dryly, to Mikilos. She then kicks him in the shin, squarely.
Mikilos hops, and pfts. "As if your memory is so great when something is trying to latch on to your face."
"I have a perfectly fine memory, thank you," says Sandy, now kicking his other shion quite purposefully.
"Now what ele do you want?" She asks.
Mikilos says, "Well if you don't know anything about a tower linked to the plague, then really it's just a matter of harassing you for my own amusement. At least until my shins give out." The wizard considers a moment. "Which is pretty much about now."
"A tower. Possibly." muses Sandy. "I encountered a tower that sounds like that once before. Met a demoin lord there. Real asshole. I think it c an be deal with." A nod follows.
Mikilos sighs. "Yeah, demon lord wouldn't surprise me at this point. Do you have any sort of map or cordinates to this tower? Might not be the one we're looking for, but worth checking."
"Eh, he was just protecting it. The ooze does sound similar to the stuff we ecnountered there, thoiugh. Talk to Astaren. He might know more about it than I do." A shrug. Sandy grumps.
Mikilos nods. "I was recommended to him, but came across you first. I'll see if can track him down."
"Do so immediately," says Sandy, firmly, a nod of her head following. She grunts. Then kicks him again.
Mikilos gahs, and mutters. "Need to finish a spell that cause pain inflicted at you to instead affect delt it."
"Yeah, well. Deal with it," snorts Sandy. "Wouldn't work well on me anyway and you know it." She points a finger at him.
Mikilos waves vaugely. "Yeah yeah... maybe a curse that inflicts the pain you cause? Just make it into a potion, make it alcoholic..."
"...that may work," agrees Sandy, "But I'll be watching. Anyway, I have work to do." She grunts.
Mikilos nods, and waves. "Understood. Will see you around, hopfully have good news next we meet."