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Tirananniel

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Celedia

Description

Name: Tirananniel (Tear-ahn-ahn-nee-ell) Tyranea
Age: 217
Race: Elven
Gender: Female
Occupation: Assassin for the Molael Moraes. (A close translation would be the Silent Sisters).
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Chocolate brown
Hair style: The front is pulled back away from her face but the rest is left loose.
Height: 5'9"
Weapon of choice: Twin silver daggers with leather-wrapped wooden tang.


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The doors to the Stout slid open slowly and a lithe figure entered the tavern. Wearing a dense purple cloak over a flowing white gown, the woman made her way across the room and to the bar before pushing her hood from atop her head, revealing delicately pointed ears and a slim face with pronounced features. The bar was quite busy with all sorts of creatures hanging about the counter but with one pointed look, the bartender made it over to the elven assassin to gather her order.

"What'll it be?" The man's voice boomed to her and she allowed a smile to cross her lips. "Blackberry wine, please..." She said in an amused voice, laying down a small pouch of golden coins and pushing it across the counter to the dwarf. "And keep them coming, eh?"

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Bowing her head in gratitude towards the dwarf, Tirananniel awaited her wine and when the bartender was finished pouring, she accepted the stone glass with another smile. "Thank you," she minded her manners, keeping up appearances that she was simply a wanderer biding her time for something more exciting to occur. Her eyes landed on a human near the fireplace and her brow arched, intrigued since he seemed to exude importance but approaching him too quickly would cause questions.

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The assassin couldn't manage to hide her light laughter in response to the dwarven bartender's diatribe towards the tiefling that had suddenly appeared as if by magic. Another new arrival could be spotted by the entryway, his shiny bracer catching her attention before her gaze was drawn back to the man in the center of the room once more as his voice rang out through the tavern demanding brandy. All in all, out of the dozens of bodies pushing their way about the bar, only about four were entertaining enough to catch her attention.

Making her way over to the fireplace, Tirananniel pretended the need for warmth even though she wore a thick cloak. Settling down in a chair near the blaze, she sipped at her wine and watched events unfold.

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The elven woman couldn't quite contain her curiousity though she knew that she should probably not be as overtly interested in the strangers in the bar. It wasn't as if she had a contract at the moment so she could do as she pleased, and right now what that entailed drinking her wine and finding out more about any of the people that had sparked her interest.

Allowing her gaze to roam to the scrolls that David appeared to be pouring over, her keen gaze spotted a bunch of gibberish and a hint or two of elvish. Yet before she would allow herself to be caught looking, she turned her attention to the tall man with the shiny bracers. She was an assassin, not a thief, but precious metals were eye catching either way.

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The elven woman let her gaze wander some more... From the scrolls that the man was pouring over to the flames dancing in the fireplace then to the golden falcon that seemed to emerge from the odd man's bracer. Her jaw dropped slightly, amazed at the technology or magic that the man possessed and without thinking, her free hand lifted as if trying to touch the mechanical bird.

Feeling foolish, she drew her hand back and smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry it's just.... Well, it's quite beautiful." She said even though she didn't know if he would understand her. When he had spoken in his hushed whispering voice, it didn't sound like any language that she was aware of.

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Tirananniel let her hand fall back to rest upon her knee as she studied the mechanical bird. It looked extremely lifelike and would have fooled her if she had seen it in flight, minus the metallic coloring. "Construct. You made this?" She had never met anyone of his race before and thus, was confused about his ending statement. A soft frown formed on her lips as she asked, "Before you left? Where are you originally from?"

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The elven assassin thought, of course, only of herself and how useful something like the mechanical falcon would be as he explained everything. "So your... race? You construct things like Aiden?" She gestured to the falcon then took another slow sip of her wine, a new course of plotting roaming rampant in her mind even as she continued to ask questions outwardly.

"Let me guess. You can only construct them in your kingdom?"

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Tirananniel leaned forward, allowing her fingertips to drum on the top of her knee as she thought things through. It was a long shot, but perhaps the man needed coin?

"And I suppose that since your friend here is the last creation you made before leaving home... You wouldn't be willing to part with it?" Sliding her hand back over her thigh to her hip, she loosened another gold pouch from her belt and held it aloft for him to consider. Though if the falcon was made of pure gold than it wasn't much of a trade off. Probably equal to the amount of gold if he were to melt down his creation.

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The elf leaned back in her chair and scowled slightly. "Yeah, that's not going to happen, though..." Well, that idea was shot and now she wanted what she couldn't have. She might be a despicable person that would murder for coin but she never really understood thievery.

Sighing, she finished the last of her wine and then set the glass upon a nearby table before standing up and casting one last look at the golden falcon before turning her eyes to its owner. "If you ever change your mind, remember me, yeah?" She reattached her coin purse and drew the hood of her cloak back over her head, allowing only the lower half of her face to remain visible. "Pleasant travels, wherever you may go." With that, she turned and walked from the tavern.

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Tirananniel summoned one of the servings girl that was just leaving the one-eyed man to fetch her another glass of blackberry wine and hopefully the coin that she paid up front would still cover her tab. She didn't know how much this establishment charged for their fare but a bag of gold per glass seemed a bit steep, so she thought she might be in the clear for a bit longer.

Her wits weren't dull yet though she wished they were. Then perhaps she wouldn't be so inclined to speak to a human, and a dangerous looking one at that, about the scrolls he had been perusing. Sure, she could lift them from his chest but she couldn't read a majority of the texts so what good would that do her?

Leaning forward, she acted as if she was taking off her cloak to hang it upon the back of her chair to dry, revealing her wispy white gown with diamond-like gems flowing down the bodice in a deep V-shape that almost reached her waist. Settling back down upon the chair, she acted as if the human had just caught her eye and she turned to face him.

"I noticed that the scroll you were reading happened to have some elvish?" She asked conversationally.

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"Ah so then you had no trouble translating those few words since you could apparently read the majority of the document? Guessed them based on content or are you multi-lingual?" She waited in her chair until the barmaid came back with her wineglass before rising up and wandering slowly in the direction of the human, taking the chair on his right with a smirk.

"And yes, I speak though most of the time I choose not too. We aren't like your human females, you know. Not so... chatty."

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Ten silver a bottle, hmmm? With these prices, I could afford much more than wine.... The elven assassin thought to herself as she turned her attention back to the unnamed man. "I clearly do not know much of what most strangers have seen in their past. Hence, the reason they are strangers." She met the human's eyes with her own as she took a sip from her wineglass and set it down on the low table in front of them. "But, most intelligent people can, at the very least, hazard a guess based on facts presented thus far."

She grinned, wondering if the man was simply arrogant or if he was unused to conversations before she presented her next question. "So, multilingual then. Who are you then, if I may be so bold? And what do you do?"

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Tirannaniel was already half way through her wine as he gave his reply and she lifted it yet again to hide her newest grin behind the glass. Yes, I will go with arrogant... she thought once more, keeping her fingertips on the stem of the glass instead of setting it down yet again.

"Well met, David Tasselhoff Trapspringer. I have to say, the name is unfamiliar to me but I assume it is because I have rarely traveled to this area before. Hmmm?" Her eyes fell once more to the chest set on the floor between them and pondered its contents. "So if you are a businessman than how would one know if they require your services if you are so hesitant to explain them?"

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Tirananniel swirled her wine lazily in her glass and inhaling briefly before taking another drink. It emptied her glass, which was a pity and she summoned a girl over for one more. "You must be vastly talented if you are able to arrange for the best of the best to work for you. A man with that much power is obviously someone that I should be wary of, hmmm?" She went to tack on another comment but felt a slight tugging at her sleeve and it drew her attention away from David for a moment.

She must be a bit more 'gone' than she thought if she didn't even notice Hermes pop into the room, much less allow him to get close enough to touch her."Yes?" she asked, her voice soft and lilting as she turned her full attention to him.

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Tirananniel looked amused but was helpful more often than not so she inclined her head to the gnome and waved away his coin. "I wouldn't flash your gold so readily around here..." She grinned, unsure of how she should go about helping the gnome up onto the chair. The elf wanted to lift him like a child, by the waist, but she didn't want to offend him in any way. Still, it was the only avenue of action that she thought would work so she simply hoisted him up onto the chair and set him down as she would a doll.

"There you go," she added before looking once more at David. "Ah, if your patience is wearing so thin perhaps you should learn to trust someone else enough to assist you. Unless, your various business ventures don't leave you with many true allies?"

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Tirananniel waited for the theatrics to be over and done with and partially wondered whether she should gasp in surprise or simply apply a faux countenance of awe. Instead, she just tried hard not to laugh at the dramatic exit of the gem. As the cloud of smoke cleared, the barmaid came over, bearing her third glass of wine. The elven assassin took it, whispering her thanks before turning her gaze to David.

"Wonderful show. I would applaud but my hands are currently full at the moment..." A slightly teasing tone entered her voice though it was mostly good natured. "So, David Tasselhoff Trapspringer. Why dazzle me with such things? What is this lucrative offer that you wish to gift upon me and what makes you think that I am worth such attentions?"

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Tirananniel had to admit that she enjoyed the gnome's antics and she watched him for a moment before finally getting up and following David. "A test of wit? What makes you think I am capable of such things? Did I not come across as a lone and weary traveler looking for a bit of booze and a good time?" She lifted her glass to him as if trying to show him that she was on drink number three and as he kept moving, the elf sighed heavily and tilted her glass up, finishing off whatever was left. As they passed by the bar, she set the wineglass on top of the counter and kept her attention on the man leading her.

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Tirananniel followed once more and her inner voice was asking why she even trusted the man in front of her. On one hand, a deal on black market goods would be quite helpful since she didn't have contacts in this area yet but on the other hand... She never did trust arrogance. Such a character trait ultimately led to one's downfall.

Her eyes constantly swept her surroundings now and she took in every detail of their short path out of the tavern, through the kitchen and down into the cellar. Reflexively, one of her hands went to lay beside her dagger as if testing just to see if it was still there.

Then, he presented to her the riddle and bid her to solve it to gain entry to his exclusive guild. She took her time reading it over, the wine muddling her thoughts and when she finally figured it out she had half a thought to punch his shoulder if she didn't fear retaliation.

"Tapestry."

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Mystery and intrigue. It seems that there was more to this tavern than previously thought. A shadow caught her eye, illuminated from the previous room by the sconces that David had lit, yet David had walked in front of her so that meant someone was behind her.

She turned her head, still keeping one eye on David while searching for the figure sneaking into the room behind her. If they had wanted her dead, they had certainly set up an elaborate scheme to do so and now she was beginning to regret imbibing tonight instead of keeping her head crystal clear. "A few questions, if you wouldn't mind... How large is this guild of yours and do you actually find yourself in need of one of the Silent Sisters or do you simply not wish for any competition?" She flashed another grin as the man that had come in after her walked up to stand beside David and her eyes scanned over him as well. "Not that I mind the change in employment, mind you. Money is money and your establishment seems more than satisfactory as a base of operations. Mere curiousity makes me inquire."

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Tirananniel pondered both figures in front of her for a moment before allowing herself to finally take in the expansive Guild Hall which they had entered. It was much like her homeland. Well, perhaps a bit more accepting of other races since her kind frequently fought with the illithids nearest to the city that she hailed from but she was an open minded elf. Gold was gold and as long as her pockets remained lined with it then she honestly didn't care who she worked for. As long as he kept his promise and made use of her skills.

"Ah, an understanding... That, we do." She extended her hand towards him, wondering if they should seal the deal with a human-centric handshake and it was obvious that she was quite eager to begin exploring as soon as they were done here.

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The assassin released her grip on the Master Thief once they were done with their agreement and then inclined her head in a way to say, "Hello, nice to meet you and goodbye," without actually speaking a word. As an assassin, she knew that it was best when she knew every secret, every location, every hiding place of her location. She may not have to murder anyone here but when she was going to be surrounded by thieves, it would make good practice to see if she could hide in the shadows surrounding people in her own occupation.

With a wave she set off down the corridor, looking around a bit before disappearing into one of the other rooms.