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 Wavecrest Tavern - Stormreach's Harbor District Although Stormreach itself is a truly unique city in Eberron, with it's chaotic mixture of ancient ruins and new buildings standing together, ruled with an iron fist by five ancient pirate families, you've all come here with the purpose of joining Konlar's Grand Expedition. You're currently in the remarkably classy (by Harbor standards) Wavecrest Tavern, run by a tough ex-pirate half orc that still runs a tight ship despite no longer living in the seas. The place is a little rough but the bouncers keep everyone in line, and the good drinks are enough for most of the party members to enjoy the place as they get to know each other. Eventually an Iron Gate bodyguard in full plate clanks down to call the six adventurers upstairs, to Konlar's room. More Iron Gates are standing by the door glaring at you as the door slowly opens and you're escorted inside, you can hear some muffled conversation from the room that quiets down as enter it. The room is about as luxurious as you expect from a wealthy scion of Kundarak, with fine pelts and silks everywhere.  Konlar and two other figures, another dwarf and a human lady, are sitting around a big ornate table. The dwarf gets up and you can finally see just how exquisite his clothes are, even the braids in his golden beard have silver pieces on it. He looks around the gathered adventurers and gives a big smile. "Aye. I'm having a good feeling from you guys. This whole thing might just work out after all! I'll tell you, joining me will be one of the best decisions of your life, the things that you can find in this majestic land will make your jaws drop, and the scale of what we are planning has never been tried before!" The other dwarf coughs and gives a sideways glance. "Right, right, my dear impatient cousin. Allow me to introduce my close advisers, this is Yanlan d'Kundarak, my close cousin and Master Engineer of the Expedition."  The Artificer gives a curt nod and stays silent, while picking a map and opening it across the table. "And this lovely lady is Evelynn d'Orien. Our Mistress of Caravans."  She gives a small pleasant smile to the adventurers. "So delighted to meet you. I'm sure such a..." she glances from the kobold to the warforged. "...diverse group will be of invaluable aid to us!" Her dragonmark is displayed proudly in her right hand, and she definitely has the looks of an arcane user. Konlar continues. "There's also Anzir, the Master of Supplies. But he's taking care of some troublesome details where the caravan is located, in the Oldgate district, and unfortunately couldn't join us." He pauses, taking a swing of some expensive liquor of some kind, before he gets near the map and calls everyone over.  "Right, here is the real deal. The big goal of my Grand Expedition is to get to the other side of Titan's Teeth mountains and start the foundations of a settlement in an ancient fortress built by the Giants civilization ages ago. We'll start by sticking to the coast until we get to Last Chance, after that we're gonna go deep into the jungle, trying to avoid drow warbands as best we can since that's their main territory. If we succeed, when we reach the edges of Titan's Teeth, we move underground until we reach the other side with the aid of Yanlan and his engineers." He turns around to the group and holds his hands together. "That's about as simple as I could explain my plan. There is still one small task here in Stormreach that I'll need aid from you before we can finally set out, but I imagine you all must have a lot of questions about it all, so ask them now!" Welcome to the game! frajaq fucked around with this message at 00:44 on Jan 2, 2016 |
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 Mote Mote does his best to remain unnoticed in the tavern. A long cloak with a raised hood can let a Warforged pass for any armored individual under a casual inspection, particularly to a drunkard. Only his three fingered hands are an immediate giveaway, or the fact that he's one of the few people there not drinking. Only once he is safely within d'Kunderak's room does he doff his hood, and gently press one of the symbols hanging from his neck to his forehead in what seems to be an almost religious gesture. "Yeah, I have a question. You said that was your Big Goal, I'm assuming there might be some secondary motives spurring this expedition on?"
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 Uthaori Uthaori lets out a low whistle as she looks down at the map. "That's quite the trip you've got planned there, I'm raring to hit the trail already! But why the hell are we going underneath those mountains? For all of nature's glory, caves, uh, kinda suck. Too cramped and no sky to watch over you. There's gotta be a decent pass through the mountain range, why don't you let me find it."
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Konlar smiles. "Quite perceptive there, Mote. There is some side business in the expedition, indeed. But that depends heavily on what we find on the way, so don't worry your head about it for now." He then turns to the Goliath and is about to respond her before Yanlan intervenes. "Har! Did you hear that!? 'Let me find it'. Listen here girl, you haven't been to the Titan's Teeth before! I have. Believe me when I say that the best way to go is underneath. Half of our caravan size is dedicated to advanced mining equipment for a reason!" Evelynn gives a short sigh. "Don't mind his rudeness dear. I agree it would've been great if there was a pass , but we have spent a fair amount of gold in hiring deep scouts these past years searching for it to no avail. That mountain range is too...cracked, ragged, spiky. They're called Titan's Teeth for a reason."
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  Nagaw Hagaw The time before the meeting was one of the best times of Nagaw's life. As far as he was aware, he had been in Stormreach a touch longer than the others, and in that time he had gotten spectacularly smashed. There came a time when the troubadour who had been hired to play needed to take a break, leaving the common room without any form of musical entertainment. For the drunken Hagaw, this would not stand in the slightest. Drunkenly clambering onto the stage, much to the murmurs and jeers of some of the crowd, Nagaw swayed on his feet for a moment before digging into one of the pouches tied to his belt. He produced a strange musical instrument, tipping his eyepatch so he could see a bit better, and put the device to his mouth. What followed was almost two minutes of the same bit of song repeated over and over, as it was the only bit Nagaw knew; he planted his feet apart, swaying his hips and closing his eyes as he got into the music; he snapped from side to side, leaning and gyrating and doing some footwork before spinning to the other side. Before he could continue any more, a hand on his shoulder signalled that his moment in the spot light was over, and he gave the bard a firm handshake and a broad smile which was not whole heartedly returned. When the time came for the meeting, Nagaw had mistakenly swapped his eyepatch to the other eye, but by his logic if he hadn't noticed it wasn't likely anyone else had. He stared at the map, scratching his short beard in thought. When the goliath comments that she doesn't want to go under the mountain, looking at her in feigned horror. Before he can comment, the other dwarf speaks up about wanting to avoid roving bands of drow, and Nagaw instead turns his disgust on the other dwarf. "Now see here, buddy, I have no problem fightin' rovin' bands of Drews, Stans, or anybody like that. Ya asked us to come out here and knock heads together, so now yer gonna tell me we're gonna be diggin' under a mountain with the help of non-dwarves to AVOID a fight? Us Hagaws got no problem with diggin' and minin' and all that, but what exactly are we headed out here for if it's not to fight elves with mommy issues? Why not go AROUND the mountains? I mean, I'd rather be called a gnome than go by boat, but that's an option." He puts his hands on his hips as he speaks, and pauses for a moment, brow furrowed in thought. He jabs a finger at the man he was talking to. "Goin' by boat is the option, not callin' me a gnome, I mean. Don't call me a gnome. Ya don't wanna know what happens to people what call me a gnome."
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Uthaori Uthaori does her best to ignore Nagaw and directs a cocky grin at Yanlan, keeping her eyes on him as she speaks. "It's quite alright miss d'Orien, I think our tinkerer is just a bit worried that he might lose his job." She leans forward and tilts her head slightly. "But you shouldn't have to worry little buddy, if the lady says the mountains have been thoroughly scouted then underground we go. It'd be a shame if you didn't get to play around with your 'advanced' shovels after all. Hahaha!" She stands back up and looks over to Konlar. "How big is this caravan anyway? Must be pretty sizable if you're looking to establish the groundwork of a settlement. You really think we'll have much chance avoiding the drow warbands?"
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Konlar gives a good chuckle at Nagaw. "I admire your enthusiasm, Mr. Hagaw! Rest assured that all we're doing is to minimize danger. It's impossible to avoid it entirely in Xen'drik, there will be plenty of drow, yuan-ti and giants skulls for you to crack to your hearts content! Even the underground passages we're gonna clear will have dangers, all the more reasons I'm hiring you all in the first place. Going by boat is simply not viable, too many sahuagin and krakens in the area." At Uthaori's comment, Yanlan bristles with anger and takes a step forward towards the goliath, but Konlar gets in the way to stop him. He has quite a serious face now. "...now let me make something quite clear Uthaori. I won't abide any insults toward my family, and specially not one so vital to this undertaking. My cousin has decades of experience in mining and construction endeavors in our Warding Guild, and his expertise is invaluable." He pauses when he sees that Yanlan has calmed down. "...as for your question, we have 15 custom built caravans wagons, made specially to withstand deep forests and jungles. As said before most of them are carrying essential equipment we'll use underground and in the initial construction of the settlement."
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 Adder Hawke Adder is sitting on the table at the moment, considering his lacking height. They hadn't thought to prepare a chair for him. At Utahori's comment, he rolls his eyes himself. Don't condescend towards a guy's family, not unless you're picking a fight - then again, if he was her size, he'd probably go through life picking fights too. Or be used to looking down at people. He snickers for a minute at his own internal joke, sipping on his flask and wiping his fuzzy mouth dry with the back of his arm. "A caravan that big is gonna attract attention. You expect the six of us to babysit fifteen wagons all by ourselves, or are we just the heavy hitters?"
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Uthaori Uthaori grows serious at the mention of family and nods. "I can appreciate that, boss. Wouldn't let someone get away with messing with family myself." Her face turns grim. drat it, she had abandoned them and now they were gone. She pushes the annoying thoughts out of her head. "Just thought he was up for a little vocal sparring is all, no harm intended. I'm sure we can play nice from now on. No further questions."
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 Airdwyn "If we're going to be taking these wagons through the jungle, under the mountains and Siberys knows what else, we should know what's in 'em. For safety. By which I mean explosives, machinery, and any magical items that might need to be handled with care." Airdwyn has been slowly nursing the same bottle all night, more for keeping up appearances than anything. Having learned from previous outings, she's developed a new personal rule lately: No drinking before accepting a job. Especially considering the locale, she figures she'll try actually finding out what the job consists of for a change.
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 Gideon That was quick for Yanlan and Uthaori to butt heads, Gideon notes mentally. No surprise - on the one side an untamed nature spirit, on the other, one whose very calling is the trapping of spirit energy in rigid, mechanical forms. Be interesting to see who comes out on top. Audibly, he remarks "There doesn't seem much reason to give the Obsidian City such a wide berth if it isn't hostile territory. Anything else in particular we should know about it?" My Lovely Horse fucked around with this message at 16:04 on Jan 1, 2016 |
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At Adder's question Konlar glances towards the nearby guards. "Exactly that. I brought with me two platoons of Iron Gates to help escort. But I'm certain I'll require something more flexible and specialized at times, like your group." Evelynn speaks up at Airdwyn's question. "You don't need to worry about that my dear. We have spent a good amount of coin in making sure the more...volatile equipment of the expedition was very carefully sealed and taken care off. The last thing we want is a major setback due to a fire arrow or fireball hitting the wagons carrying the mining equipment." When Gideon mentions the Obsidian City, Konlar chuckles. "Unfortunately, that place is the home of a very dangerous drow tribe, the Sulatar. If I have to pick a fight against them, I rather be one of their wandering warbands on the fringes than their main force." Anyone can try a History check to try to remember more about the Drows in Xen'drik.
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Mote Mote's eyes flicker just a little bit brighter as the conversation turns to the Sulatar, though he doesn't move from his position against the wall. He does make an affect to clear his throat before speaking with some gusto on the subject. Guidance of the Past:History: 2d20k1+16 35 "The Sulatar? You'd have to be desparate beyond hope to try and truck with the Firebinders. They're giant worshippers who think that they're still going to find salvation in an age of eternal fire. The only thing they dislike more than outsiders are the Vulkoori Drow, and if the Vulkoori find out that we've been interacting with the Sulatar they'll try to kill us just that much harder. And considering we're already probably going to have to fight our way through a few drow tribes just to get to the mountain, that's saying a lot."
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw gives the warforged a long, meaningful stare before quietly pulling out his journal and pen, and carefully underlining the word 'NERD' on his entry about Mote. He looks around for a moment and takes a seat, crossing his leg on top of his knee and turning the page to begin taking notes on everything discussed so far; he hardly expected anyone else to remember all of this trifling information, and figured if anyone should take short notes on the task at hand, it should be him. The dwarf flips his eyepatch up and sticks his tongue out as he focuses, carefully and shortly transcribing everything thus far into simple sentences and information, roughly detailing the need to pass UNDER the mountains rather than over, and circling the note that they need not trust any drow they come across (which he lists as 'PUNCH MOPEY ELVES')
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Airdwyn Airdwyn isn't satisfied with Evelynn's answer, but she figures she'll wait until later for further questioning. After all, it won't matter until later, and the caravan party might be more forthcoming when they've all spent more time on the road together. "Well hell. If those wagons are as secure as you say, wouldn't hurt to pack a few extra pounds of boom in there. Sounds like we might just be able to find a use for it." She takes a sip of her drink. "Like showing some of those fire friars a little early taste of heaven. But we'll get to that when we come to it. Sounds like you guys have actually thought this through. I've heard enough to know I'm in. Now if any of the rest of us have any more questions, let's hear 'em - because I for one am eager to get to the fun part!" Grinning, Airdwyn swishes her bottle back and forth for emphasis.
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Adder Hawke "If those guys are waiting for eternal fire, I gotta couple of guesses what they'll try to murder us with," Adder snorts, bringing his flask up to his lips only to find it empty. Discreetly, he finds a small glass of wine and pours it into his flask. "You should let us go ahead of the caravan around there. Clear them out. 'Less you want them blowing us all to hell." He glances over at Nagaw for approval, only to find his eyepatch flipped up. He stares at the dwarf for a second, then points. "Hey, the short bastard's faking it!"
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Uthaori "You didn't notice, Hawke?" Uthaori chuckles and shakes out the last drops of ale left in her mug down her gullet. "He was wearing that patch over his other eye just before when we were all downstairs. I can't blame you for not catching that though, it's a pretty easy thing to overlook. You know, unless you've got it strapped right in front of your face or something." She gives Nagaw a toothy grin. "Just messing with ya, scribe. You know, if you want to challenge yourself with a handicap or whatever it is that you're up to you should try wrestling bears in the mountains with your bare hands. Now that stuff gets your blood boiling real good!" She tosses her empty mug on top of a nearby table and cracks her knuckles while letting her mind wander back to the good old days of her childhood. With a smile on her face she continues. "Alright then, I guess we're done with questions and answers, let's get to the good stuff. Boss," She turns her attention to Konlar. "You had a task for us before we can set off. I think we're all eager to hear what you've got that requires our special expertise."
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Nagaw Hagaw The dwarf glances up from his scribbled notes, giving Uthaori an odd look. "It's no handicap. Just gotta look the look. Hell, I knew an orc pirate who wore two of 'em and had a hook for a foot. Figured that'd do more to impress his captain than a peg." Nagaw waggles his eyebrows at the kobold before looking back to his book and then back to the goliath. "And wrasslin' bears is girl stuff. Me mam was doin' that while nursin' me and me brothers. Yeah, shamed to say I did a bit of it when I was a wee one, and a bit early on in me teenaged years to spite me paw, but it were just a phase. Grew out of it and moved on to the things a boy likes to do in the spring of his life." Nagaw has an almost wistful look on his face as he shakes his head. "Aye, the days of me youth. Ya ain't lived until you've gone to the Talenta Plains and wrassled a clawfoot and made it punch itself with its tiny lil' arms."
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Adder Hawke "Just get to the details before Hagaw starts talking about wrestling with his shadow, or some crap," Adder huffs, shooting Nagaw an annoyed glare. If he'd really done all that, why'd he feel the need to put on a fake patch? It's annoying, is what it was. You wouldn't catch a Hawke doing that. Ignoring the part where they all got drunk and bragged to each other. Look, when a Hawke did it, it had pride. "-- Also, a clawfoot's hands can't even reach its drat face."
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Gideon "Please don't remind me about wrestling with one's shadow. Mine got enchanted once. It took me three days to pin him down and even now occasionally he still disobeys." Gideon inwardly curses the black magician that occupied his attention so much back then and almost brought the whole operation down. And to think his companions had to bear even worse consequences from it... but he snaps back into the present. "Water under the bridge, though. Let's hear this task. Quickly, I'd say, or we'll be here all day swapping war stories." My Lovely Horse fucked around with this message at 18:46 on Jan 3, 2016 |
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Nagaw Hagaw "That's why it were such a fun accomplishment, lad! Those clawfeet buck somethin' fierce an' don't much care for bein' held on to, so you had to.. hell, lemme show ya." Nagaw closes his book and flips his eyepatch back down over a different eye, before giving a short demonstration on how you would have to grapple with a clawfoot to both be able to force its head down low enough to hit itself with its tiny little arms while also being able to manipulate said little arms. "If ya ain't strong enough yer just makin' it boop itself on its little snout, but if ya can get it REALLY bent you can make it pick its nose or whallop itself good.'
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Uthaori Uthaori enthusiastically watches Nagaw wrestle the imaginary beast. "Haha! Good showing dwarf! I can't speak for the others but you've got me convinced. That you should give your mam some credit that is, I can imagine she must've felt like she was wrasslin' bears when she was stuck with you at her teat!" She laughs uproariously and slaps her knees and has to wipe a tear out of her eye before continuing. "Cut the man some slack Hawke, I didn't graduate from bears myself before I was a good feet taller than he stands right now. I'm sure he and everyone else here will get to prove their mettle when it really counts sooner rather than later. Until then what's the harm in a good story or two?" She throws a curious glance at Gideon's shadow. Now that one she had to hear. Well, should be enough time to make him share the story later down the road.
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Adder Hawke "I'll cut him some slack when he ain't just a bunch of hot air," Adder snorted, rolling his eyes and cupping his cheek in his hand. "And I've got five gp says I'm older than you, you bastard."
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Konlar claps loudly once as he tries to interrupt the battle stories chat. "Right! I'm glad the group is getting along so well, you'll need that camaraderie in the field. There is one last nuisance before the Grand Expedition can finally set out though. In my career here in Xen'drik I've learned that its always worthwhile to have a good guide to aid an expedition. I've always used the services of a half-elf named Kevkas, a native of Stormreach, for my own so far and he rarely disappointed. He was supposed to meet me three days ago to discuss the details like previously agreed, but failed to do so. I've sent some of my guards to his house but they have found no traces of him." Yanlan nearby grunts. "Hmph! He's probably high off his mind in dreamlily in some alley right now! You shouldn't depend on people like that, Konlar!" Konlar glances at him and frowns. "Last job he did for us he looked clean and said that he had kicked that unfortunate habit of his." he looks back to the rest of the party. "Your task for now would be to try and locate Kevkas, he lives in the Southwatch district, I'll give the location of his house and a tavern he's known to frequent, The Ship's Cat. Get clues from his whereabouts there." Yanlan opens a drawer and gives the party a map of Stormreach.  Yellow Circle is where you're located right now. Lady Evelynn nearby adds in a low voice."The Southwatch district is...rough, to say the least. People there are suspicious of outsiders and there's a fair amount of gangs running the place. Do take care, even if some of you... well, look appropriate for the place." she says, trying to say as diplomatically as possible. frajaq fucked around with this message at 05:39 on Jan 4, 2016 |
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Nagaw Hagaw The dwarf elbows whoever happens to be closest playfully and beams. "She's talkin' 'bout me, y'know. Lookin' the part, I mean." Nagaw takes a good look at the map and scratches at his beard. "I spent some time in Southwatch here recently. S'how I learned about this little job; people are always gossipin' about good work in places like that. I think we can handle ourselves; not like anyone's gonna be so stupid as to attack a dwarf, a goliath, and a golem." He looks up, snickering. "Hells, it sounds like the start of a bad joke, considerin' we'll be walkin' into a bar."
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Gideon "Agreed. Still, I'd like to take a few minutes to ask the spirits for guidance before we set off. We may have an easier time if we don't rub it under people's noses that we're with the expedition... and while I'm at it, does anyone have any concerns the spirits could address?" Here's how it works: Hand of Fate allows me to ask three questions, laying out potential courses of action, and points to the most promising one. For example, I'd like to know if we can ask for this guy openly or if we should make up a cover story, and I have two questions remaining. Couple caveats: it considers only the options laid out, and it can't predict the future more than an hour away, plus there's some complex stuff about it valuing risk and reward that I'm not gonna sum up but suffice it to say it might lead us to a dragon. Consider that your heads-up. My Lovely Horse fucked around with this message at 20:08 on Jan 4, 2016 |
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The spirits in Gideon's head gently whisper "Depends who you ask." and go quiet.
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Mote The warforged looks down at where Nagaw elbowed him with dawning horror and disgust. "You do realize that the people who do blend in here outnumber those of us that would stand out, of has your eyepatch permanently damaged your sight?" He grumbles and adjusts his cloak. "That said while we may look like marks. We're well armed and, more importantly, shiny marks. They'd be fools to confront us, or they'd be quickly educated otherwise."
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw gives the warforged a confused look before barking a harsh laugh. "Are you kidding me? S'other way around, Steely Dan." He raises his index finger. "First, there's me. Second?" He raises his middle finger to count. "There's Airdwyn. Two tough, armored folk what seem like they're there for beer and knockin' heads, and possibly in that order if'n they're in a good mood. And that's about as far as I'd trust it." Nagaw shakes his head, nodding towards the goliath. "She'd maybe almost fit in but only with others of her kin; too drat big and underarmored. If you're catchin' someone's eye, you ain't fittin' in; eye's gotta slide over ya rather than stick to ya." He turns to the rest of the group and points at them in turn as he speaks. "Baldy there looks like he should be eatin' dandelions and spreadin' peace and harmony, so he's gonna get some dirty looks and more than likely someone is gonna tug his pants down from a laugh. You yourself are a walking, talking automaton fueled by magic and gods know what else, so you're apt to be a curiosity anywhere you go. And Adder?" He stops, his finger leveled at Adder, and Nagaw pauses for a moment to think. "Well. He's adorable. You wanna see if he'll eat out of your hand and give him a little jacket to wear. He'll maul ya for it, and probably take a bit of ya for every time you spoke baby talk at him, but first impressions is everythin'." Nagaw folds his arms across his chest, looking up at the warforged. "And you're more the fool to think some thick headed idiot ain't gonna try to stick you up the first time you open that mouth of yours. Or Uthaori; she may not look a mark, but she draws your attention, and someone's gonna either flirt with her or try to fight her, one. Yer dealin' with MY kind of idiot down there."
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Adder Hawke Adder watches Nagaw for a long moment, ears twitching, as he speaks. "I'm gonna bite off more than your finger, you jackass."
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Mote Mote looks down at the dwarf. "As I said dwarf, we stand out, we attract attention, eyes will be on us. If they try to stick us up it will be obvious and draw even more attention, to them. And if they try, well." He holds up his hand, where oily green darkness coagulates into a sphere of crackling energy. "I have faced the horrors of the mourning, I am eager to see them try." He casts his gaze back over towards the Kobold. "For what it's worth, I'd hold him down for you."
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Nagaw Hagaw The dwarf just grins, shaking his head with his hands on his hips. "Wizards ain't immune to havin' their starry dresses tugged up over their heads and their knees kicked out from under 'em, Mote. Seen it happen more than once. Always funny to see a wizard get properly mugged, though. Lotsa yellin', all.." Nagaw changes the tone of his voice, trying to sound like an old, curmudgeonly wizard. "DO YE KNOW THE POWER WHAT YE TEMPT? I AM HAIRBEARD THE HIRSUTE, AND THE VERY COSMOS ROIL FORTH FROM MINE FINGERTIPS, THE POWER OF THE GODS AT MY HEED AND CALL!" He shakes his head, voice going back to normal. "And then they get hit in the face with a sack fulla bricks and left in a ditch without their undergarments." He takes a sip from a flask he pulls from his belt, smacking his lips and shaking his head. "Cause they're rumored to be magical, I mean. Wizard underpants. Think it's a load of hock, honestly. Better things to enchant, if ya ask me. I mean, why would a wizard enchant his undies? I mean, what spell would you weave inta the fabric of 'em?" He screws the lid back on the flask and tucks it away once again, pausing a moment to furrow his brow and stare at the wall. After a moment, he grunts and shakes his head, looking at the others. "I don't even remember my damned point anymore on why this is a bad thing, now that I try to think about it. I mean, if someone tries to tug your cape over your head and sock you in the jewels, Mote, they'll be in for a nasty surprise, and I'll get to make 'em give us their impression of a turtle. So I s'pose it's win-lose, our favor."
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Uthaori Uthaori somehow manages to roll her eyes despite her lack of pupils. "loving hell Nagaw, I haven't had nearly enough to drink to listen to all that dumb crap, I'm starting to see your point Hawke. Who gives a drat what we look like? For the past month or so I've been stuck in way too many cramped rooms and cabins and I'm beginning to feel mighty restless. If someone starts some poo poo with us it'd make my week." She looks over to Gideon and shrugs. "We already know where we gotta go and what we need to do, this doesn't seem like any mystery to me. Our party boy is out partying or busy lying dead in an alley somewhere or whatever, we'll find him soon enough. Ask the spirits whether we should hit up the Ship's Cat or Kevaks' house first I guess, but do it quickly and let's hit the road already or I might start hitting something else in here and I sure ain't good for any damage I'll cause."
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Gideon Gideon has chewed a carefully chosen, tiny piece of dried root to open his mind to the spirit voices. Regrettably this doesn't stop a whole lot of talk about Adder being adorable and underpants from coming through, which not only takes up a good portion of his ritual's time, but also creates a highly distracting mental image. He relays the information he has and concentrates on Uthaori's request in the last seconds before the effect dissipates. Do Warforged have jewels? And if they do, are they literally gemstones? There's another mental image he wasn't really looking for.
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The voices quickly answer before they fade away. "The caaaaaaaaaaat......."
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Gideon It's so cute! Oh it looks like he's heard a mouse. Who's a great big hunter then with his fluffy tail? You catch that mouse, buddy. Kevkas the mouse. Gotta find and catch him. And the root's short buzz is gone, leaving Gideon with vague impressions for guidance, a dry mouth and the idea of Adder in little underpants firmly stuck in his head. Taking care to avoid the kobold's sight he opens his eyes. "Well, what are we waiting for - let's pay the Ship's Cat a visit!" They probably even have little hearts on them no don't laugh don't laugh code:
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The group finally leaves the Wavecrest Tavern now that they have a task at hand, after the Iron Gates escort you out of the room. It's close to evening and it looks like you'll have a nice sunset from the harbor view, but you quickly make your way towards Southwatch, walking through the central Marketplace to get there. Even at this time of the day there's a lot of movement, and the nice equipment of the group draws a few curious looks from passersby and Stormreach Guard alike. Uthaori, the most perceptive of the group, notices a couple of gnomes who look like obvious pickpockets following the group. When they see they got noticed they quickly change their minds and spread away through the market stalls. Eventually you walk through a decrepit wooden gate that leads to Southwatch...  You immediately notice that this district is much quieter than the others, and a bit more rundown. The Guard has barely any presence here, besides a couple you saw near the gates, and they clearly had faces like they hated the assignment. As you head towards The Ship's Cat you notice that most of the population here consists of humans, a lot of them casting suspicious glances at the party. Children stop playing their games to stare at the party, most of them in wonder at the Mote and Adder, but they dare not get close to them. When you reach the tavern you do a double take on the map, for the place looks like a tangle of densewood twigs that have been thatched together. But a couple of tables outside and the presence of a fat lazy black cat sleeping in one of the windows confirms it. Your attention is draw to six goliaths in leather armor and a vicious looking ogre that seem to be getting drunk outside, around a big wooden table. The ogre himself seems to be drinking straight from big wooden barrels.  They seem to be laughing hard and having a good time. When the group gets closer to the door one of the goliaths glances at you and motions for his gang. "Would you look at that, Titans! So many shorties in that group, HA HA!" He then points to Uthaori. "Hey you! You look pretty though eh? Why don't you ditch these weaklings and join us? We are the true children of Stormreach. One day this place will be ours yeah? This was once all Giant land! Watchu say?" frajaq fucked around with this message at 23:52 on Jan 5, 2016 |
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw folds his arms across his chest and gives Mote a very smug smile. "Told ya so."
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Uthaori Uthaori gives the loudmouth an unimpressed look. "Yeah, and how is sitting around some table in the rear end end of town getting drunk ever going to put you guys in charge? Sorry, but I'm just not interested in hanging out with a bunch of city boys."
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Adder Hawke "Shorties?" Adder's ears twitch as he takes the insult in, then looks over at Gideon. "Think he's talking to you, kid."
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