Searching For A Priest Of Eilistraee

[*Animus]

*Early the next morning, an elf with golden skin can be seen walking through the bazaar. She pauses a moment, turning to one of the many stalls that stood right in front of Khazeet's bar. She pulls a note from her pouch, holds it up to the wooden post, then stabs a shuriken into the top of the parchment. Without a word, she turns and walks away. After several steps, cherry blossoms swirl around her lithe figure, covering her completely. When they scatter a moment later, she is nowhere in sight.*

[align=center]I am seeking a priest or priestess of Eilistraee for assistance in removing a powerful curse. If you are capable, leave your name and a time we may meet to discuss the matter.[/align]

[*Ravel's Heart]

Vawanna nods slowly, lips moving silently as she reads the note.

I will send Rat, she thinks to herself, and I will fight to the last...

Shooing away a non-existent fly, she staggers off towards the Hive to find her favorite street urchin.

[*Product of Void]

*shiv reads the notice and nods his head*

After trying a mace to the pole with the notice with "Curse B gone" crudely carved on it. A note was attached.

"Mash drow with this curse, fixed".

[*Pashan01]

Lyra passes by and reads the notices, smirking at the 'Curse B gone' note and the mace tied up.

She considers leaving a touch of the scorpion venom she possesses trickled over the mace head but she could not be certain anyone would take this notice seriously and actually mash said drow....for shame.

She grinning slyly, rather liking the humour of the person who had left the last notice.

[*Animus]

Slowly plodding one foot in front of the other, her right hand touching her brow as her temples pulsed in agony, Aska, the lustrous Celadrin, slowly makes her way through the bazaar. Every step forcing a painful wince as lightning arced through her brain. The usual sounds of the bazaar a cacophonous symphony, forcing her keen ears to ring. As she rounded the stalls and passed Khazeet's bar, her weak eyes look to the note she had left up days earlier. Too pained and tired to care about the mace that had been left, she simply grabbed the shuriken and yanked it from the plank, letting the note drift down onto the dusty cobbles. She reflexively knelt down to retrieve the parchment, but another arc of lightning sent her stumbling onto her knees.

The shuriken falls from Aska's fingers as both hands reach up to massage her temples, trying to ease the pain. Following the tiefling, whose name and face she knew but could not remember how she knew, had triggered another seizure. She had heard things that concerned her and wanted to learn more, but each passing second became more and more painful as past memories tried to resurface. She was forced to retreat. Her teeth grit as she look up from the cobble with strained eyes. Her vision was becoming more blurred as she spotted the inn in the distance. Moving her hands back to the ground and pushing herself up, she manages to get to her feet. One foot in front of the other, the Celadrin makes her way back to the inn.