The archway suddenly appears again, near the front right-hand corner of the room on its shorter wall.
Conversation is underway but grinds to a stop.
In the conference room:
A very pretty woman with a curly tail and spiky, revealing armor sits on a gold-topped crystal stool in front of a large Crystal Ball, with a gold-trimmed crystal mug of ale in her hand. Around the room are a hugely broad and powerful looking short male with an equally huge beard, holding a mug with only suds at the bottom (again), another large female creature with bat wings, a Pixie bristling with swords sitting on her shoulder; an elegant weasel-looking creature standing on two legs; and a somewhat human looking creature with pasty skin, wearing a suit of brilliantly polished gold armor, studying the room with sunken, shadowed eyes. A large map with lettered markings on it hovers above the table.
Entering the conference room:
An Elven woman; she has delicately pointed ears... and she is glowing with golden Light, brighter than a lantern. Her long golden hair is restless, with flecks of light crackling silently from it, in tiny cascades that wink out before touching the floor. She is floating, not walking, drifting just off the ground. She is wearing a blue robe parted at the center, decorated with stars along its edges, with a darker blue leather tunic and short leather pants beneath, a wide belt covered with pouches, and dark blue short boots. The parted robe shows quite a bit of cleavage, a turn of bare calf, and a trim, athletic build; she’s a little over five and a half feet tall. She is wearing quite a bit of bright jewelry: necklaces, armbands, bracelets, rings, earrings. No weapons are visible. She has a simple, breathtaking beauty, with a broad face with high round cheekbones, high forehead, blunt chin, and wide dazzling smile. She has natural coloring, a faint flush against pale skin and lips. Her eyes are very pale, nearly colorless, and strangely unfocussed, with short yellow-golden lashes and eyebrows.
A human male is behind her, standing in the anteroom just beyond the archway.
If you come in, please post a description or pic, or I can post a pic; I’ve seen plenty of them.
The pretty woman with the curly tail and spiky armor says,
{Janis} Star! It’s a good thing you got here, honey, there are a lot of questions still hanging in the air in this conversation and they’re going to start throwing them all at you in about five seconds.Star grins at her.
{Star} Thanks, Janis, for starting off the planning session, and for putting the posting up on short notice, and… gathering all these creatures together who are pleased to be coming along on a mission such as this.
Thank you all for your desire to come.
Sable! Too bad we can’t bring the band along, fire up the music, and just melt the slavers to slag!! She goes over to the weasel to give him a hug, and to collect a big furry one in return. Then she crooks a finger at a gold trimmed crystal pitcher and mug on the serving tray behind her, and after they float to her, she pours herself a mug that soon gives off the steaming aroma of hot spiced mead.
She pulls a long staff from a small pouch on her belt, about five feet long and three inches in diameter. It looks like glass, with a complex kaleidoscope of facets and planes and colors of light throughout its length. She releases it and it drifts to lean against a blue gem-studded armchair to the right of the gold and crystal stool where Janis is sitting, near the head of the table.
She looks pointedly at the staff and at the open archway, then looks around the room.
{Star} Always prepare for what might come through that door. I don’t mean Halt… Are you coming in, Halt? I mean… the surprises that Sigil can send.
I’m Star Feather, proprietor of Inn Champagne across the street. I know Janis, and Sable. And you must be the Paladin of Wee Jas that June mentioned, who needs more Light. And you… are a Hand of Dumathoin, and… the one pouring the Dumath Kharrassch. I offer you welcome, Hand to Hand.She offers her hand for a strongly gripped Handshake, and then drains her glass of mead, pours a refill into his mug for him first and then for herself, of Dumath Kharrassch for both of them, and raises her glass to toast Dumathoin with him, and then to toast Dumath Kharrassch with him after another round of refills.
{Star} Oh! Dumath Kharrassch is as heady as ever. Excellent.
And you… Her eyes widen.
I don’t know your Tiefling lady friend, but I know you, Pixie, from the sailor’s song! You’re………
Captain Vir, the Merciful…
Captain of the Resolute…
And King of the Unclaimed Sea!!She sings his name, just like the verse of song, and then laughs, like the tinkling of musical bells.
