The next coming days . .
Argent the Silvanesti, Factotum for the Sign of One sends out a call to interested factioneers and also the general public.
He tells them his plans for those interested he had a spot picked out in the Hive Ward not so far from the Gatehouse and proper permits to set up a stall. What this stall is, hes sinking a lot jink into it in purchases of extra food stuff. Flasks of clean water, more stable goods that last a ten day such as cheeses and breads and articles in clothing. Most in particular. .
Socks.
He imagines not every Hiver can read, but just about any sentient and walk of life is capable of recognizing somebody trying to offer assistance. A small zone of comprehend languages augmented with his imagination so they could understand what he voiced.
He invites any creature that walks up to have a meal and water. He also offers something else:
The elf in just dark greens and russets this day, giving a melodic deep voice presents a story for those willing to hear and stay.
Intermittently he words of encouragement. He puts out his own hooks that once he was little more then a servant. That over time things had changed. That it required effort. Persistence. Pursuit. Preserverence. Dreams.
He show them what happens when ideas are put together. Occasionally he would dream up cookies with frosting. Raisin bread. Even a fruit such as an apple or pear as demonstration to show anyone that had interest. And so he waited to see what the day results was.
Positivity In The Hive Ward
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*witchinghour
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Danae did not even have to hear the whole thing before she automatically decided to help he'a'mael. The priestess didn't see fit to wear any symbol of Kelemvor. She doubted most Hivers would know anything of the deity, but nevertheless, a symbol of death around would not be exactly welcoming to the destitute, regardless that Kelemvor taught that death isn't as fearful as his previous holders of the domain had instilled.
The half-elven woman in general would help organize and disperse the foodstuffs, water, and the clothing items as she could, trying to do such at least orderly. She'd make idle chit chat if anyone stopped to, aswell as pointing them to the signer elf near-by should they go, and wished them on their way.
Of course the half-elf brought her arms and armor, hidden away in bag as she always did. One could never be too sure of troubles come about, especially in the Hive and still somewhat close to the Gatehouse.
The half-elven woman in general would help organize and disperse the foodstuffs, water, and the clothing items as she could, trying to do such at least orderly. She'd make idle chit chat if anyone stopped to, aswell as pointing them to the signer elf near-by should they go, and wished them on their way.
Of course the half-elf brought her arms and armor, hidden away in bag as she always did. One could never be too sure of troubles come about, especially in the Hive and still somewhat close to the Gatehouse.
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*rapsam2003
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A buxom brachina walked up, smiling - bearing a Fated badge. The devil is dressed in form-fitting, but not overly-revealing, armor and has a smarmy smile on her face. The Baatezu seemed to be very approving of the elf's stories, clapping and nodding when appropriate (and sometimes, when not). When Argent spoke of rising above one's station, the devil was very enthusiastic.
She is seen, by those with sharp eyesight, mouthing that she can provide opportunities for great investment - the kind of investment that get a body out of the Hive for good. She approaches several hivers about this directly. When some wave her off, the brachina merely smiles.
After about an hour, the brachina approaches the elf.
"I am Saleista, and I so approve of what you're doing here." A smart basher might think she's not telling the whole truth, holding something back. "If you ever need any assistance in helping these poor folk rise above their squalor, do send me a note."
She leaves her business card and turns to walk away with awaiting an answer from the elf. Those with sharp hearing might hear her mutter, "I sense opportunity..."
She is seen, by those with sharp eyesight, mouthing that she can provide opportunities for great investment - the kind of investment that get a body out of the Hive for good. She approaches several hivers about this directly. When some wave her off, the brachina merely smiles.
After about an hour, the brachina approaches the elf.
"I am Saleista, and I so approve of what you're doing here." A smart basher might think she's not telling the whole truth, holding something back. "If you ever need any assistance in helping these poor folk rise above their squalor, do send me a note."
She leaves her business card and turns to walk away with awaiting an answer from the elf. Those with sharp hearing might hear her mutter, "I sense opportunity..."
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*Lucadia
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As typical for the crimson eyed elf, he could be rather outrageous and flirtatious with strangers. He would enthusiastically greeted the fiend or least thats his appearance, gesturing with a preening of his hair behind his ears and giving a bow with a florish.
"Opportunity indeed! Desire and drive is always needed to assess ones goals and attain them by keeping them in sight! What of you there, do you feel like an artisan of some form? Do you dream? Have you considered to be a stylist for those that want to free oh so pretty? He would point to another passerby trying get their attention. How you feel about your lot of life? Do you wish to see it improve? You there ! While waving around a loaf of bread with crust of cheese and bacon toppings trying offer it somebody. I sense you have talent. No. All of you have talent! You just have believe you can bring it forward. Stop and talk with me, enjoy a meal!
Though it was not missed he would turned his head to watch the devil walk away, on his tip toes like a curious bird having seen something in the trees before retreating to his antics and inquring to Danae how it was on her end.
"Opportunity indeed! Desire and drive is always needed to assess ones goals and attain them by keeping them in sight! What of you there, do you feel like an artisan of some form? Do you dream? Have you considered to be a stylist for those that want to free oh so pretty? He would point to another passerby trying get their attention. How you feel about your lot of life? Do you wish to see it improve? You there ! While waving around a loaf of bread with crust of cheese and bacon toppings trying offer it somebody. I sense you have talent. No. All of you have talent! You just have believe you can bring it forward. Stop and talk with me, enjoy a meal!
Though it was not missed he would turned his head to watch the devil walk away, on his tip toes like a curious bird having seen something in the trees before retreating to his antics and inquring to Danae how it was on her end.
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*rapsam2003
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Saleista gives one last wave before she heads out. She smiles flirtatiously at Argent. "Ta-ta, nice elf! I shall return soon!"
The devil drops a business card into one Hiver's pocket, smiling. Then, she curtsies and finally leaves. On her way down the street, the brachina slaps the butt of a particularly handsome Hiver elf, snickering at his reaction.
The devil drops a business card into one Hiver's pocket, smiling. Then, she curtsies and finally leaves. On her way down the street, the brachina slaps the butt of a particularly handsome Hiver elf, snickering at his reaction.
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*edmaster44
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Along the dirty streets of the Hive ward walked a Tall Red Haired Elven Like Creature- A Firre, with a Guitar in one hand and sweet songs and melody form her voice, she would sing tirelessly to the Folks around her, in an attempt to her ease and sooth the souls of most around there, she would lend her voice and music to the Stall always with a bright smile and an Warmness that radiates from her.
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*DigitalDragoon
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Bedecked in simple garments even more befitting the plain and gloomy sensibilities of the hive the usual, Quinn of the Society of Sensation made his way to the the signer's stall. A thick scarf was arranged to mask his society badge and amulet.
He offers only a mild apology for his tardiness before settling in, having little desire to interrupt the signer's workings. He sets up in a section of the booth to offer medical supplies and what tending may be necessary. Perhaps some of their visitors would be among those could not afford such healing elsewhere or were a simply distrustful of the infirmary's reputation.
Though not keen to lecture, he would offer occasional words of encouragement to passersby. To those interested in discourse beyond the tending of rashes or mending wounds, he would gladly listen.
He offers only a mild apology for his tardiness before settling in, having little desire to interrupt the signer's workings. He sets up in a section of the booth to offer medical supplies and what tending may be necessary. Perhaps some of their visitors would be among those could not afford such healing elsewhere or were a simply distrustful of the infirmary's reputation.
Though not keen to lecture, he would offer occasional words of encouragement to passersby. To those interested in discourse beyond the tending of rashes or mending wounds, he would gladly listen.
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*Lucadia
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He was more then thrilled to have his additional companion and greeted him in a pleased manner. Even more surprised to had the firre show up to give some music to fill out the surrounding air thats typhical of dreariness.
For the more younger hivers and any other passers, he offered various types of candy. His months of experimentation in producing various flavors from the mind had combinations from mundane chocolates to elysium coconut treats to rice waffers with cinnamon all formed in the shapes of animals, circles or stars.
Then continued with simple tricks that most street magicians would know with pulling jink from behind the ear and then giving it to them, while whispering. "What do your dreams tell you? What would you like to do? I could show you the way if you like to learn."
For the more younger hivers and any other passers, he offered various types of candy. His months of experimentation in producing various flavors from the mind had combinations from mundane chocolates to elysium coconut treats to rice waffers with cinnamon all formed in the shapes of animals, circles or stars.
Then continued with simple tricks that most street magicians would know with pulling jink from behind the ear and then giving it to them, while whispering. "What do your dreams tell you? What would you like to do? I could show you the way if you like to learn."