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Capfalcon
Apr 6, 2012

No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!





The morning finds the four of you in the Shattered Crown, the inn that like it or not, has become your home in High Walls. With the various favors and errands the lot of you have done around the ward, Flint, the inn's owner, has declared that the four of you are always welcome to stay under his roof, rent free. Flint himself is a retired magewright who clearly isnít as retired as he probably should be. He has significant burns across his body, and the fire in the fireplace, candles and lanterns flare up slightly every time he passes by. On top of that, you often spot the dishes washing themselves back in the kitchen. This morning, however, he grunts as passes on a note requesting your presence at Cyre's embassy and that a skycoach will be waiting for the four of you. After he passes the note, Flint gives a low grunt and offers his thoughts on the matter, "Still don't know why everyone wants to pay to keep that place open when got starvin' people down here. It's a bloody waste, I say."

As you walk the sky bridges of the ward, you see how the years haven't been kind to High Walls, and the familiar wear on the buildings is clearer than ever. Normally suspicious of outsiders, the residents of High Walls are much cheerier with the four of you, though. Not only do they know you, but they've seen the good you've done around the ward. After all, you're in the same boat as them, right? A few particularly familiar faces stick out.

Birch, a female shifter, is rushing off to catch the elevator so she won't be late for her classes. She managed to get a merit scholarship to Morgrave University, and she's one of the ward's darlings. They all love seeing one of their own go on to make good.

Cala Narain, a female human, has her bow slung across her back as she tries to whip a few ward residents into something that could be confused with a respectable guardsmen. After all, the normal Watch doesn't come here very often. She seems to knows what she's talking about, as she was a captain in the Cyran army before the Day of Mourning, but her lessons don't seem to be sinking into the residents that she's got lined up for drills...

Wright looks up from his work, wordlessly acknowledging your group. In addition to working as one of the district's few smiths, the warforged has found a calling in creating a kind of sculptural armorsmithing and forged dozens of suits of platemail "self-portraits." Behind him, you see his latest work hanging from a stand. It's a bit rusted, but the helm does resemble Wright. A little, at least.

Thankfully, the skycoach is waiting for you where the note said. It'd be a pain to have to take the elevators and stairs alllllll the way up to Ambassador towers. Whisking you away to the Ambassador Towers, you soon find that Lord Jairan ir'Dain and Tyrala (Just Tyrala. When asked about it, she says that abandoned her family name a long time ago.) are waiting for you in one of the embassy's meeting rooms. This one is much cleaner than the other, empty rooms you passed on your way in.

Lord Jairan was Cyre's Ambassador to Breland. Now, he acts as the official representative of the refugees in Sharn. He's a man with average height and dark hair, wearing a slick smile that doesn't quite match his warm, brown eyes. His almost foppish wardrobe does look to have seen better days, with wear and tear barely kept at bay through constant maintenance. Tyrala makes no secret of her past as a deputy intelligence officer. She was collecting a report to deliver to Cyre's Spymaster when the Day of Mourning occurred. For her part, Tyrala is in a much more conservative outfit than Lord Jairan. With her simple green vest and long sleeved white shirt, she could have just come in from off the street, and given her previous intelligence work, she very well might have. Outside of the Prince Oargev, these two make up the highest ranking survivors of Cyre's government.

Lord Jairan starts, saying, "I appreciate you're promptness this morning. There's a bit of a problem that I feel would suit your skills perfectly. There's been a string of disappearances in New Cyre. It's already hard enough to make the new city stand on its own when people are thinking that they might disappear if they stay out too late. The last person to disappear, a young woman named Sarafina, was one of the city's most gifted architects. She's done so much with the little she was given. It's fair to say that the city wouldn't be half as developed as it is now if it wasn't for-"

Tyrala interrupts, saying, "Of course, if you don't want to do the Watch's job for them, I've been getting reports that the goblinoids of Dargunn have been venturing into Lyrenton and looting whatever they can find. Which, considering how long they've left it alone, makes me think they've found that something was there that they It's technically on this side of the Mists, but the monstrosities that poured out of the mists rampaged through the city. As such, it's long been abandoned, but I think we can all agree that pillaging the remnants of one of our cities is beyond the pale. Also, if you were to find what the were looking for in the first place, I'm sure we could arrange for some kind of reward for you."

Jairan glares at her, but simply adds, "I'm sure the Prince would consider it a favor if you would find out what is happening in our city." He stresses the last word, trying to make it clear that he means that the city belongs to all Cyrens. Both having made their resepctive cases, the two of them look at you four for your response.

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Jenner
Jun 5, 2011
Lowtax banned me because he thought I was trolling by acting really stupid. I wasn't acting.




It was always good when people treated me like an important person. Getting to talk to the ambassador was a big deal! I liked him a great deal, I felt he kept our interests in heart. I think he's a good representative. So after checking on Casool in the stables I went with my friends to talk with the man. What was brought to our attention was two options to be heroes and do a good deed. I nodded emphatically at the words of them both and I really had to think it over. Handling the goblins was very valorous and it would look good, it would also give me a chance to take Casool out of the stables. But kidnappings were a big deal, especially someone as important as an architect who had apparently done a lot with herself. And it would be seen as a favor to the prince! "I don't see why we can't do both but I think we should prioritize the missing persons, the goblins will be there awhile scouring the place. Meanwhile the longer a person goes missing the less likely you are to find them. I'd rather start with that investigation though we'd have to talk to Cala, I'd hate to step on her toes." I look to my friends and offer a weak smile. "That's just my suggestion, I wouldn't mind your input on this. We're a team after all." I wiggle my toes as I await my friends thoughts.

KittyEmpress
Dec 30, 2012

Jam Buddies




I gave a small wave to Cala as we walked through the streets, my heavy armor was already donned, the gleaming silver like color standing out amongst the terrible squalor the people of my homeland lived in. Still, today was clearly of importance, why else would we be called to the embassy, were it not for something worth at least dressing properly for. I was certainly not going to show up in the simple clothes I wore to work on the warforged of our little 'home'. It was, somehow, more well maintained than Lord Jarain's outfit, which made it clear what a state we were in as a people - when even the most foppish and high ranking look ragged.

The proper procedure would be followed, I gave a bow to him best I could in my armor, "You honor us with the invitation, Lord." I was curious, part of me wanted to know what was happening, right then and there, but I couldn't forget protocol - it was one of the few things that kept us sane in these times of chaos. I gave a glance towards my sister as they began to expound upon the problems in the realm, a missing person was something our people should have easily been able to find, but we - of course- lacked any specialty in taking care of such things. A curse of how our abilities manifested, but nothing we could do of it, "I concur with Birchwen. While the goblinoids entering our land is a crime, they've not harmed any of our people, have they? We should prioritize what remains, before we focus on reclaiming what was once ours - or else all shall be lost, no?"

SHY NUDIST GRRL
Feb 15, 2011

Communism will help more white people than anyone else. Any equal measures unfairly provide less to minority populations just because there's less of them. Democracy is truly the tyranny of the mob.




The city is so amazing. I am constantly awed by the wondrous technology. In my village we barely had buildings with two floors and here we need to sail the clouds to reach someone's office. I cross my arms into my sleeves during the meeting out of habit. I'm not sure how formal it looks over here but my sword is still hidden in there and it is good to always be ready. An assassin using the confusion resulting in an attack during a meeting isn't unheard of. I've never had the daring to try it. "Ah, that investigation does sound more my speed." I give an innocent smile. "Though I do know someone who could help with raiders." Clearing out a whole band isn't really what I'm trained for but the shining justice of the Yatagarasu can no longer simply aim for the head of the snake it seems. I put a finger to my chin. "You don't suppose the two events are related do you?"

LifeGetsWorser
Oct 23, 2010

Me "IRL"


Fun Shoe



Seeing Birch scramble to her classes put a smile on my face. The shifter being the district's darling was far from an idle boast - I was so proud to see a Cyran accepted to the Morgrave - and I had offered my assistance in tutoring her more than once. Of course, since my specialty was in psionic phenomena, which wasn't precisely her area of study (at least, as far as I could tell), there was precious little I could do to help her directly - though the offer was there of course.

But, sitting down in Lord Jairan's office did a bit to damper my mood. It wasn't really unexpected, asking for my sister and I, nor the other two females in the room, for assistance. At least, judging by their appearances and what little I knew of their reputations. And given that neither Yeve nor I were particularly martially inclined, it was probably a good idea.

As far as the issues themselves went, while looting was a concern, the kidnapping of architects was something that truly gave me pause, as it appeared to do for everyone else gathered here. "With respect to the watch, I think the...abductions are more our speed, and it appears we are all of one mind as far as that goes." I smirked a bit at the fact we had all agreed on that. It was good to be in sync with the halfling and the human as well, of course, though they weren't going to be able to share the bond that Yeve and I had. In fact, it was doubtful anyone other than her was going to catch the joke implicit in my statement. "If that's all the same to you both of course, Lord Jairan, Miss Tyrala, we should probably start there."

A pause of course. The game was afoot! How exciting! "So, what more can you tell us? Who was the first abductee? Who was the most recent? Oh, where were they taken from? Is there evidence or anything?" How exciting! I was excited! Yeve could probably feel some excitement on this. In fact, she was probably excited too, though she hid it better.

Capfalcon
Apr 6, 2012

No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!



Tyrala eyes narrow in annoyance, but she remains silent as Lord Jarian's smile widens. He says, "I'm glad to hear all of you say that. After all, what is Cyre if not its people?"

After digging through a stack of papers, Lord Jarian produces four faded letters of passage, adding, "Just give these to the Terminus Station attendant, and tell them you're headed to New Cyre. They'll sort you out. I'd tell you what I know, but the guard in New Cyre is sure to be better informed than I am. "

Once Lord Jarian finishes, Tyrala expression has returned to the slightly bored neutrality she had when she was waiting for your arrival as she speaks, "I'll set out in a few days to keep an eye on what the goblins find, but if there's anything you'd like looked into while you're gone, I'll see what I can do. After all, you're on official business, so it's the least we can do."

Lord Jarian looks a little surprised that she's talking it so well, to be honest.

After this conversation, feel free to narrate yourself making the preparations and onboard the train.

KittyEmpress
Dec 30, 2012

Jam Buddies




I knew that Tyrala would be upset, but that didn't make it any easier to disappoint people - if we could handle both of these tasks at once, we would have, but we had no proof that the Goblins were hurting anyone - and enemies of Cyre or not, it was not as if they were simple beasts to be hunted. We didn't have the resources to go to war with the goblinoids, or with the elves either for that matter - we didn't have the resources for much at all. The fact that my sister and I were called in for a missing person's case was proof enough of that fact - we were well known with most of the refugees, but it wasn't like we were expert sleuths - I had no idea where to even start looking at this kind of thing - most of my work was done in keeping people fed, or repairing the bodies of the tireless warforged who labored to help us.

A train ride was certain to be hard for everyone involved - we'd be away from 'home' for some time, those who relied on us would be without us, the tree-named Halfling bringing along a mount... it was certainly going to be a trip that we'd remember, I was sure - though whether we'd remember it as good or ill was another detail entirely. I gave a salute to both Tyrala and the Lord as we turned to take our leave, walking along side my sister as we returned to our refugee quarter, "We should make certain we bring enough food for all of us, in case the locale lacks. And we should inform the people of the quarter of our absences, so they can try and make arrangements as soon as possible."

I didn't have much I needed to pack - I did, however, take off my armor and don a... slightly nice set of clothing, I suppose - it was nice for a refugee, at least - not nearly as fancy as my magical armor was, but not tattered, or overly faded, or stained at all. I only had a few sets of clothes that fit with this, so I packed them all, along with the armor. My sword stayed on my hip, however, I had no intention of removing it - there was being comfortable out of armor, and being stupid without weapon.

I packed a little light, knowign I would likely have to carry some of - if not most - of my sister's belongings - it was the curse of being the stronger - slightly though it was - sister, not that I particularly minded doing the work.

LifeGetsWorser
Oct 23, 2010

Me "IRL"


Fun Shoe



Personally, I loved travelling. Not that I wanted to be away from the other refugees for a terribly long idea, but to me seeing new places and new sights always sparked my creativity and desire to invent. And the lightning rails were always truly fascinating to me! I of course nodded at Yeve's suggestion to make sure everyone was well-fed. "Well, I had an idea for a sort of box that automatically refills on a daily basis, filled with foods and maybe some hay with horses. It'd be an...interesting device. But I haven't gotten all the kinks out yet." I scratch the back of my head. "I suppose we could just...BUY food, if we have to." That was, however, a far less interesting option.

"I...in the meantime. I'd like to see if I can bother the engineers behind this thing. Do you think they'd let me in the engine room if I asked nicely?" I wasn't particularly good at asking nicely, Yeve was probably better at it, but it never hurt to ask, right?

Oh! As far as what I was wearing, I mostly kept to my craftsman's frock over a plain but functional dress - Yeve was better at being ostentatious, too, one never knew when I might have to get my hands dirty so it wouldn't do to ruin finer clothes unnecessarily. My armor and weapons and all that were the sort of thing I'd keep packed and in my cabin unless I needed them for whatever reason.

I was keeping my boots on though. Hopefully I wouldn't need those though, goodness, to think what that could do to the train if they WERE needed!

Jenner
Jun 5, 2011
Lowtax banned me because he thought I was trolling by acting really stupid. I wasn't acting.




Oh boy an adventure! I was quick to rush out and make my way through the crowded streets to the stables to take out Casool. He was happy to see me and as I fitted on his saddle and saddlebags he gave me an affectionate nip. I made sure I packed everything. Two water skins, ten days worth of rations (would that be enough?) And lots of miscellaneous supplies. I also had steaks for Casool though he often hunted for himself. Eating rats, stray cats and dogs, and the like.

I pulled on my sturdy clothes, fastened on my armor, and grabbed up my shield as I mounted up and head out for the train station. People gave me and Casool a wide berth as we made our way through the busy streets. Casool's claws clacking on the stone floor. I arrived on time and waved to my friends before dismounting and guiding my raptor into the train. People skirted away. I found Casool often put people on edge, it was a little insulting. He was not like his feral friends, he was perfectly tame and well behaved. Regardless I rubbed his snout and patted his neck as the train took us towards our destination.

"We should talk to Cala when we can, get her approval for our search and get whatever information the guard has so we start our investigation with some leads." I suggested, Casool grunted. "Right now we've got nothing to go on." I flash my friends a smile and gesture to Casool. "Wanna pet him?" I offer "he doesn't bite."

SHY NUDIST GRRL
Feb 15, 2011

Communism will help more white people than anyone else. Any equal measures unfairly provide less to minority populations just because there's less of them. Democracy is truly the tyranny of the mob.




I always have everything I need on me at any time. You never know when the blade of justice might be needed. Also I don't want anyone finding the suit in my room or something so it's best to always keep it in my sack. It was always wonderful to see new places. Though I do not approve of the catalyst, the wondrous locations my new life has taken me too has been amazing. You've seen one lavish court you've seen them all. Oh sure the theme is different. But flying cities and ancient ruins? Usually such things are reserved for stories. Of course the Yatagarasu, dashing rogue, is well suited for such locales.

"So..." I idly mention while we're waiting, "Does anyone have any theories?" Low class skull drudgery was unfamiliar to me so I was hoping for a lead to follow. I make sure to look confident (puff my chest out) so they don't realize I'm speaking from a position of disadvantage. I always have to maintain a good front after all, even to my allies.

Capfalcon
Apr 6, 2012

No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!



As you settle into your cabin for the two day trip to Starilaskur, which will be followed by another day of (hopefully) hitching a ride with a trade caravan to New Cyre, one of the very nervous female human peeks into your room. The woman is wearing a conductor's uniform and starts talking to Birchwen, "Um... I think there must have been some sort of misunderstanding. I... I beleive that any mounts like yours are to be lodged in the cargo car, not in one of the passenger cars."

She's currently unfriendly, and will need to be friendly before she allows Casool to stay in the room, normally a DC 25 check


Later, In the large lounge car, a few of your fellow travelers are passing the afternoon in pursuit of their own interests. And, well, one of them is Ahega. Or at least she is, until she shifts into one of the nearby hobgoblin mercenaries, who then shifts into one of the train's servers, and so on. Apparently some bored changeling is practicing duplicating the faces of the other passengers. The hobgoblins ignore it and return to pouring over some roughly sketched map of Darguun.

And there is one woman whose unusual clothing makes her stand out even in this colorful crowd while also marking her as a Rideran. In fact, the Rideran throws a few nasty glares at Nethatari and Yevetari as soon as she sees them in the reflection of the window she's looking out. Once she's made her displeasure with the two of them known, she goes back to writing in a journal she holds close to her chest.

KittyEmpress
Dec 30, 2012

Jam Buddies




"I'm sorry ma'am." I gave the woman who tried to take my companion's mount a small smile, tilting my head apologetically, "While I do understand the rules of the train, Madam Birchwen is the personal Knight under orders of the Lord Jarian." I would... neglect to mention what exactly he was Lord of, since few seemed to respect Cyre these days, at least as much as they used to, "I can promise you that he is quite well trained, and shan't cause a single issue, so says mine own honor as a Knight." I didn't know Birchwen that intimately, but I did know a bit of Halflings - and while most of their kind who kept their mounts were less civilized, I still know they viewed them as family. And I should obviously endeavor to aid my companions, no?

Diplomacy
21:03 KittyPhone !r 1d20
21:03 Krysmbot KittyPhone, 20 = 20
+8 for 28


Changelings were the only people I ever felt envious of - the sense of freedom to be whoever they wanted to be in that moment, to never really be tied down. I couldn't say that I never had a want to not have mine own destiny, and I am certain my sister is much the same in that matter. But we had no choice in it, our life was our life, and we were sworn to it, to protect the world from that which it doesn't even realize exists. If only I had kept staring at the changeling instead - the moments that followed only served to sour the moment for me.

Rideran. My knuckles turned white as my hands became fists, I was ready to summon my guardian and fell the agent of our enemies. A second glance - three children in the car, two women seemingly well off, three men I doubted could so much as handle a fist, let alone the threat we could have in this car. I untensed my knuckles, I couldn't start a fight here, not with them here, not right this second. I gave a glance to my sister - my other companions wouldn't understand what we just saw - what was in here with us. If only they could.

Jenner
Jun 5, 2011
Lowtax banned me because he thought I was trolling by acting really stupid. I wasn't acting.




I start to speak, "Oh no he's no problem ma'am!" I protest then "I'm so sorry I'll move him right away." Only for Yeve to get involved for my sake. I gape in amazement as she casually weaves her explanation. I have to hold in the urge to applaud at the end. The fight looks to have been taken out of the woman. I give Yeve a full body hug, uncaring of our audience and gush. "Thank you so much!" Though she seems tense, gazing at some people on the train. "Do we have a problem?" I whisper to her as I release her from my hug and turn my eyes on the people she's gazing at. I give them a glare.

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(Krysmbot) JennerCELL, 1+8 = 9
Lol no.
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I don't think I was effecting them at all.

SHY NUDIST GRRL
Feb 15, 2011

Communism will help more white people than anyone else. Any equal measures unfairly provide less to minority populations just because there's less of them. Democracy is truly the tyranny of the mob.




I notice a woman like me who doesn't dress local and settle down next to her in the shuffle of everyone trying to get seats. "Hello." I give her a winning smile. "First time on this thing?" I kick my feet and try not to look nervous. Being packed in with the riff raff for hours is certainly a new experience. I've met a very well spoken Hobgobolin at the court once but I haven't heard anything encouraging about the common folk of their ilk. "It'll be nice to get out of the city for a bit at least." I lower my voice. "Lot of rough types in the streets."

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Capfalcon
Apr 6, 2012

No Boots on the Ground,
Puny Mortals!



The girl looks much less nervous as Yeve assures her that the raptor is trained and quite friendly. She reaches out and pats him on the head before saying, "Well... I suppose we can keep this between us." Smiling, she punches your tickets and moves on.


In the cabin, the Rideran returns Birchwen's glare without missing a beat. However, she pleasantly responds to Ahega's inquiry, saying, "Oh, yes, I've never even been to your countries."

She starts to sigh, but catches herself and adds, "Still, I've been tasked to deliver a message to New Cyre, so I imagine I'll be back in one of these cities soon enough. What about you? Where are you and..." her voice pauses as she thinks how to address the others in your company, before deciding on, "Your companions headed?"

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