02-26-2017, 05:07 AM
Chrome had ran back to his little home on the west side of town upon discovery that the Torch's light was no longer erupting. He scoured to find any sort of signs that this had happened in the past, but alas his library of information on the phenomenon was small... even less so than many others that weren't so scholarly inclined. He had been in the town for a little over two years, so he knew people now-- but he was by no means a native... so to speak. He'd moved here to learn more about the numerian technology, and this place seemed to have a perfect balance of adventurer, knowledge sharing, and minimalist intervention via Technic League to suit his studies. Still, with no information himself, and knowing the entire town was likely too much in a panic to have anyone that might know anything bother with his inquiries, he decided to simply head for the Foundry Tavern. He'd think on it with a drink, and maybe hear some rumor-mongering while there.
En route, Chrome decided to detour to the east, and through the market. Not particularly of mind to buy anything, as most of the items here he'd seen before-- but at the same time he could never see certain ones enough. The fantastical devices he's come to study and respect over his time here that sometimes appeared fed his motivations even on the most dull of days. Today, though, the market while still busy had a gloomy feel to it. The entire town did; not that those that were not from here would be able to tell. Stopping briefly to look up at the mountain, past the rancid Crowfeather lake he stared for a few minutes, hoping to witness the light inflame again. He worried for the town's future, and his own thereby, if this didn't turn out to be more than a temporary and more extreme recession of the flame. He also hoped for the sake of Selantha, a councilor he'd come to know shortly after his arrival. Barely after he'd come to know her, he'd heard of her husbands mugging. She'd put her life into this town even more since then, and if this town were to lose its namesake... well, he certainly would intend to help her any way he could after people started thinking rationally again.
Breaking away from his mind's entrapment, Chrome continued back to the west and to the tavern, his original destination.
While others less versed in the true allure of Torch tend to be more amiable to the Copper Coin, those that see past the idea of a cheap drink are more in favor of the tavern of Mr. Baine. While not as cheap, and the drink not inherently better, for the price increase anyway, the patrons were far more amiable to intellectual conversation. Discussions of how their working of the metal had been going, or recent advances in projects they'd been working on. For a scholar such as Chrome, this was the place to be. He'd learned this over the time that he'd spent in Torch. Plus, on a day like today, he'd hoped that he'd heard some discussion, even if only rumors, as to why this might have happened. While there were still many people here today, it wasn't a day of merriment where people would critique each others' inventions as it normally was.
Gathering Information: 1d20(11)+4 = 15
En route, Chrome decided to detour to the east, and through the market. Not particularly of mind to buy anything, as most of the items here he'd seen before-- but at the same time he could never see certain ones enough. The fantastical devices he's come to study and respect over his time here that sometimes appeared fed his motivations even on the most dull of days. Today, though, the market while still busy had a gloomy feel to it. The entire town did; not that those that were not from here would be able to tell. Stopping briefly to look up at the mountain, past the rancid Crowfeather lake he stared for a few minutes, hoping to witness the light inflame again. He worried for the town's future, and his own thereby, if this didn't turn out to be more than a temporary and more extreme recession of the flame. He also hoped for the sake of Selantha, a councilor he'd come to know shortly after his arrival. Barely after he'd come to know her, he'd heard of her husbands mugging. She'd put her life into this town even more since then, and if this town were to lose its namesake... well, he certainly would intend to help her any way he could after people started thinking rationally again.
Breaking away from his mind's entrapment, Chrome continued back to the west and to the tavern, his original destination.
While others less versed in the true allure of Torch tend to be more amiable to the Copper Coin, those that see past the idea of a cheap drink are more in favor of the tavern of Mr. Baine. While not as cheap, and the drink not inherently better, for the price increase anyway, the patrons were far more amiable to intellectual conversation. Discussions of how their working of the metal had been going, or recent advances in projects they'd been working on. For a scholar such as Chrome, this was the place to be. He'd learned this over the time that he'd spent in Torch. Plus, on a day like today, he'd hoped that he'd heard some discussion, even if only rumors, as to why this might have happened. While there were still many people here today, it wasn't a day of merriment where people would critique each others' inventions as it normally was.
Gathering Information: 1d20(11)+4 = 15
