RP: riding a white horse

After a long journey of work, Ferhem sat down at the edge of the dock and, while unenthusiastically throwing stones at the seagulls, started thinking about his situation so far.  "I really don't want to be conscripted to fight in a war " - he thought. While he had enjoyed his time being a soldier before and definitely liked the free bloodshed and carnage, he was starting to enjoy his life in Haven. The two expeditions he had so far joined had proven to be quite exciting. In addition, he wanted to continue work on his funeral house project. "I also don't want to join any companies" - he kept thinking, as his latest projectile hit one of the birds in mid-air. Joining a company would require interaction with others and calling attention to himself, both of which were not pleasing ideas to Ferhem. He sighed, realising that however much he might hate it, joining a company would be his best chance at staying on the isle. The White Horse company would be perfect. He had already worked for them and since he had to join a company, he might as well get some benefit out of it. The research librairies of the White Horse company would be a welcome resource.  He stood up, threw one last stone at the seagulls, who cackled angrily at him, and headed to the company's headquarters.  He went through the most direct route, passing The Teaflings Horn Inn and the newly founded Adventurer's Union on his way. His feet started to hurt, which made him wish there was a quality boot shop in the area. He had heard a rumour about such a shop being started on the Upper City. Was it called The Pompous? The Faux-pas? No matter, they wouldn't let most adventurers in to the Upper City anyway. He finally arrived at the White Horse Inn and examined the door. --- White Horses renown: 2

The door to the White Horse Inn has no handle; a sign scrawled besides the door says 'Only those who can open this door deserve entry' in Draconic.

Ferhem smiled to himself as he remembered having heard that the White Horses only accepted people gifted in the arcane. He shrugged, and then started gathering up the mystical energies he had become so familiar with in the past few weeks. As he felt the bubbling mystical force build up in his hands, eager to escape his grasp, he let go a powerful blast which hits the door with full force..

The door opens surprisingly slowly and an old man looks out with a look of glee on his face. Ha; you young whippersnapper! My ward works and your spell was blunted; but I suppose you did open the door so come inside. Do you have a recommendation from your master? What do you mean no? Oh; you have worked for us before have you; let me look in our rolls. Yes...............Ferhem. Very Well! I will find someone to settle you in. Your dormitory will be in the east wing. Gerhon; show this newcomer to the junior quarters and stop chewing that stuff young man; it makes your face look like an ape. Of you go Ferlem................

In a stairwell Ferhem bumps into Malagven who is on his way to the Horses' common library. The dark elf gives the newcomer a nod and continues on without a word.

Ferhem appreciates his new quarters. Definitely an improvement over the room at the crowded Tipsy tavern!  He asks Gerhon about the library. He wants to search books on fiends and demons; He would like to see if he can find information about his patron. He only knows that his name starts with the letter F (or equivalent in Infernal).

Gerhon looks at Ferhem slyly and says; You must mean the common library! Don't get too eager; they keep all the really juicy stuff locked away in the restricted section. Or if it's really good, in the White Horse Tower...............

Ferhem decides he will work further to earn the trust of the White Horses in the hopes of finding the knowledge he seeks.

AT one day Udrin would be standing in front of the door looking at the notice and then start to carefully sense the magical properties of the door. (Arcana check 15/17 if advantage). Should he deem it likely to succeed or at least not zap his familiar he will have his familiar knock on the door or shove it. If not he will get annoyed and try to use chill touch or pick up a rock on which he casts light and throw it against the door.

Upon hearing the knock on the door, Ferhem opens it up and says "Sorry, all the dwarf positions are filled" and closes it in Udrin's face. After a few seconds, he opens it up again and says "Hah, just kidding, should have seen the look on your face! C'mon, let's see if the old man is around...".

"Ya betta... hmpf" and he looks at the very human looking man... "I surely hope ya ain't the authority here." And he waits for what was called "the old man".

' Old man indeed; my NAME is Odric young man, and don't you forget it. Who are you? Oh and Dwarf! Not many of your kind amongst our ranks. Welcome aboard. Do you have a letter of introduction from your Master?

Udrin looks kinda disgruntled at Odric "What has that old fool got to do with anything?" He cast light on himself "There, I can do the magic stuff, now let me in! No there is no letter, and there most likely never will be one, or why do you think am I on this forsaken turf island?"

A bat flies down the stairs letting out a bit of a screech in Ferhem and Udric's general area, then flies back upstairs. A tall redheaded elf (Pyrrha) walks downstairs head buried in a book of astronomy. Glances up at the bottom of the stairs. "What's all the racket down here? What's Echo upset about?" She asks the old man, then seeing Ferhem and Udrin she stammers. "oh um a good morning..." 

Odric looks at the Dwarf balefully. Hmm; no letter eh? Well are you in good standing with any Company? We don't let any Tom, Dick or Harry into the White Horses master Dwarf! OOC: do you have Renown with any Company?

"I am neither a Tom a Dick or hairy, I'd have some standing with companies if it was not for that bloody monk, that stupid cleric and that imbecile... I hd to get those fools gagged! Well... If you give me the chance to prove my abilities I will happily do so, just keep idiots out of my way, if you may! Should you for that time let me at least register here to avoid this red and white debating club, I'd be very grateful!"  He somewhat bows and looks back at the master. "I might have this though" and he hands out an old guild letter.

Hmm; that is quite in order! So you seek to avoid the war do you? Well perhaps you are not quite as slow witted as most then! Come inside! Come inside!. You Girl; Pyrrha. Show this new Acolyte up to the quarters please.

*Pyrrha bows* "Please follow me, Um.. I didn't get your name. I'm Velatha but please call me Pyrrha!" She closes the book in her hand and starts heading towards the quarters.

"Udrin" gnarls the dwarf... "I'm a runesmith" and he follows her ... and you notice that he carries very little equipment around with him, though there is still a massive hammer, yet an absence of the usual trinkets one would assume a user of the dwemmor might have. No exorbitant amount of pouches or of a fine worked sphere or wand...

Pyrrha appears fascinated. "I have never met a runesmith before, is there a lot of work in you field? What about dweomers how are they captured to runes? It is a lengthly process? Are you in need of tools?" she pauses realizing that she did not give Udrin time to answer. "Sorry I have an interest in all things arcane. I tend to get carried away." She continues to lead the way.