"I suppose we must be on our way." The dwarf hefts his pack. His steel signet ring glimmers in the sun. "I cannot say I'm eager to meet this 'Anima', but at least I won't be doing it alone." He begins heading up the gangplank.
To Mursager Screechirk says, "Your pronunciation is close enough. But please feel free to call me Scree." He continues, "You look like a well-traveled man. If I may ask, what's the cultural significance of the sky mask?"
"The pleasure is mine to meet you, master dwarf." says Screechrik to Theodoric. "Bewitched? Can't say I was. I took my calling bird as a sign from Ilmater."
He says to the approaching woman, "Can't say I've ever been called a juggler before. But no. Much like Qin, I too was invited here." he takes a brief look out at the water and then adds, "By the way, what's your name? And, pardon me if the following question seems odd, was your gig commissioner an animal by any chance?"
He then follows suit with Theodoric and Qin in heading onto The Lady Jane.
(to Qin) You approach a concierge, and they look up and say, "Oh, you must be one of our esteemed VIPs. You'll be just down the hall in the penthouse, room 131."
The Lady Jane, at its simplest, is a party boat. There are probably about thirty rooms on board the ship, and on the upper decks are where the restaurant, the bath house, and the ballroom are. You can find nearly any type of food on board, and if you need something, a concierge is always willing to help. You do know that this is clearly a ship that is ful of the wealthiest the Sword Coast has to offer. All of them are clothed in the world's finest fabrics. I
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To Mursager Screechirk says, "Your pronunciation is close enough. But please feel free to call me Scree." He continues, "You look like a well-traveled man. If I may ask, what's the cultural significance of the sky mask?"
Despite boarding the ship Mursager would find time to engage Brother Scree, "Thank you Brother Scree, that is easier on my tongue..." absent mindedly Mursager reached up and adjusted his mask on his face, making sure it was hanging straight as he talked about it. "I was a member of a secretive order, we lived simple lives in communion with the land. We made what we could, but when we had to purchase materials we couldn't make we travelled to nearby villages. We would wear the masks when we left our homes to provide us with a sense of comfort and community, we could easily recognize one another, and protect ourselves from influences. Each mask was individual to it's owner and reflected them in some way. I chose the starry night sky as it was my comfort. I am most at home beneath the stars. Unfortunately, I am the last of my tribe, so now it acts more like a commemoration, and a habit I'm afraid."
(To Qin’Tar)“Ah an esteemed guest of ball, that makes sense for one so refined.” She returns the bow with a quick curtsy and a broad smile. “A pleasure sir.”
(To Screechirk)“Apologies master Scree, it seems I have spoken foolishly. Let us start anew. My name is Sethis. Although I sadly do not recognize you it is possible you have heard tales of my work around the Gate. If not then I am sure the ball will prove to be a treat for you."
She pauses for a moment considering something and then says, “yes in fact I was notified of this trip by means of a charming little snake. He did not explicitly state what the nature of my performance would be but why else would a wealthy patron fund both my accommodations and travel if not to procure my talent?” Her brow furrows for a moment before the practiced smile returns.
Sethis turns to follow everyone else boarding the Lady Jane. Her primary goal for the moment is finding her room and settling in so that she may change into more appropriate attire for such an affluent crowd.
After getting his room number and key from the concierge he heads towards his room. He moves to walk beside Qin'Tar.
"Mister T'Saria, was it? I presume you are of noble birth, based on the name of your house. Have you ever had dealings with the Greatshield family of the Ironheart?"
I am but a bastard, but a noble bastard non-the less
Qin smiles coyly
Can't say that I have heard of the GreatShields Master Dwarf. I've heard of the HammerBreakers, StormAxes, and the BrightBeards. But I look forward to hearing of your house on our voyage.
"My condolences on the loss of your tribe." says Scree to Mursager. He pauses for a moment in thought. His eyes momentarily take a hint of sadness before returning to normal. He then continues, "It is an honor to meet you. If you wish, it would be my pleasure to continue conversing with you at this gathering."
To Sethis he replies, "Sethis? The name seems to ring a bell. Sethis... Sethis... Sethis..." his eyes widen for a moment as he finally recalls, "Aha! While I've never had the opportunity to see you myself, I think I do recall some mentions of your performances from some of the congregants at the Temple of Ilmater. I look forward to works tonight."
He asks one of the concierges where his lodgings are for the night. He'll store away his pack in his room and then return to the gathering.
Mursager nodded solemnly, "An honor to meet you as well Brother Scree. I would very much enjoy speaking with you again"
Mursager found his room and sloughed off his backpack onto the floor, he retrieved his journal and ink pen once more and took up a place on his smallish bed his knees pulled in tight to his chest, upright but curled into a sort of fetal position. He placed the journal across his knees and dipped his pen in ink. Placing it to the paper he began to narrate out loud as he wrote.
"Brother Scree is of particular interest, a bird man, and so well versed in the common tongue. I will very much enjoy learning about where he comes from. Questions I should ask:
How do you identify yourselves?
Are there variations within your species for different types of birds?
Is there a large city center as a central cultural capital?
Do you lay eggs..."
Mursager stopped narrating and thus stopped writing as he struck out the last question, "No, no. That's too personal surely, better not with that last question." he turned his thoughts back to further questions but instead go caught up in one particular one, he scribbled it down on the journal page.
(“Do you lay eggs” made me choke on my tea this morning. 10/10)
Sethis moves quickly to her room and settles in. Unpacking her bag, she mumbles to herself, “Okay, this is weird right? Talking animal invitations is certainly an eccentric choice.” She removes her comfortable travel clothes and replaces them with the only fine outfit she brought, a slim sequin dress of scintillating silver. She then places the rest of her clothes and leather armor into the wardrobe. Hesitating for a moment she also leaves behind her rapier. After fully unpacking, she goes to leave the room before rushing back in to grab her violin case. “You never know.” After leaving the room she will travel to meet Qin and the others at the bar.
(Sorry for posting without formatting my speech, I'm on mobile)
Theorodic meets them in the bar. He has changed out his traveling clothes for a more comfortable looking velvet jacket in maroon and gold. In place of his heavy boots he wears a pair of soft leather shoes. His warhammer is nowhere to be seen. He sits by the window, nursing a mug.
As Scree walks around the gathering, garbed in his common clothes and some vestments, he also carries an alms box with him for any potential donations to the Temple of Ilmater.
He feels out of place here surrounded by so much lavishness, the arrays of fancy food (not that he refrains from starting to make a meal of it), and the assembly of the wealthy. It's a far cry from the more humble company he usually partakes in and he finds himself engaged in nervous fidgeting. Retreating towards the edges of the crowd he notices the dwarf sitting by a window. A familiar face! Albeit only very recently familiar, but still...
He makes his way over, wine goblet in hand. "Theodoric, right?" he says, "Mind if I, er uh, join you? I must admit these gatherings are not my element."
"Not at all, good sir,"Theodoric replies. He gestures to an empty seat at the table. "I will admit, it's been some time since I've been in such company myself. The Ironheart hosts a grand gala once per year, in the king's great hall. Such wonderful times . . ." He looks down into his mug, feeling nostalgic, then glances up to the aarakocra. "Apologies. I'm being rude. Please, tell me more of yourself. A cleric, I take it?"
(so sorry it took me so long to post, but here we go)
While you guys are talking, an older half-elf, of maybe 55 years, comes up to you and says, "I need a word with you. Follow me if you would so kindly."
Sethis, who just moments before had found her way back to the group after circuitously winding her way around the room trying to make nice with other guests to middling success, sits down a bit dejected at the groups table. As the half-elf man approaches lost in her own thoughts she absently begins to say, "what do you w..." before cutting herself off as he speaks. Her mood seems to visibly improve as she continues, "Ah you must represent our patron then? Excellent, in that case please lead on."
Theodoric scowls at the half-elf. "You work for Anima? By all means, lead on. I would very much like to meet our employer." He finishes his mug. "Though in future, the least you could do is the courtesy of a few moments' rest." He gets down from his stool and follows after the half-elf.
"Not at all, good sir,"Theodoric replies. He gestures to an empty seat at the table. "I will admit, it's been some time since I've been in such company myself. The Ironheart hosts a grand gala once per year, in the king's great hall. Such wonderful times . . ." He looks down into his mug, feeling nostalgic, then glances up to the aarakocra. "Apologies. I'm being rude. Please, tell me more of yourself. A cleric, I take it?"
"Oh not rude at all. I'd love to hear more about your gala. As for your question, yes." Scree replies to Theodoric. "A cleric of Ilmater, to be specific. His church's lessons were of great comfort in my youth. And since becoming one of his clerics I've had the privilege of serving others on his behalf."
[[OOC: after half-elf comes]]
Scree, in line with Sethis and Theodoric, follows after the half elf. "And what would you name be, good sir?" he asks.
Mursager had nodded off, his face buried in his journal between his knees, upright but in the fetal position. He had dreamt of his villa, the face of his mother and father smiling. When he awoke a tear slowly made it's way down his cheek. He realized that time had passed and he quickly clamored to his feet and straightened his clothes and ran a finger through his hair. It was time to meet the members aboard the ship, and meet up with his future companions in business.
As he entered into the common room he saw the others gathered and an older half elf speaking with them. Upon approaching he heard the half elf ask them to follow and he joined the others. "Brother Scree, good to see you again, what did I miss?" he whispered
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"I suppose we must be on our way." The dwarf hefts his pack. His steel signet ring glimmers in the sun. "I cannot say I'm eager to meet this 'Anima', but at least I won't be doing it alone." He begins heading up the gangplank.
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Indeed, excuse me
Qin goes in search of someone woth authority and says
Good day, I am Qin'Tar T'Saria of house T'Saria
Is my cabin ready?
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To Mursager Screechirk says, "Your pronunciation is close enough. But please feel free to call me Scree." He continues, "You look like a well-traveled man. If I may ask, what's the cultural significance of the sky mask?"
"The pleasure is mine to meet you, master dwarf." says Screechrik to Theodoric. "Bewitched? Can't say I was. I took my calling bird as a sign from Ilmater."
He says to the approaching woman, "Can't say I've ever been called a juggler before. But no. Much like Qin, I too was invited here." he takes a brief look out at the water and then adds, "By the way, what's your name? And, pardon me if the following question seems odd, was your gig commissioner an animal by any chance?"
He then follows suit with Theodoric and Qin in heading onto The Lady Jane.
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Eggo Lass, Drow GOOlock, 100 Dungeons
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Phait, Mountain Dwarf Wild Magic Sorcerer, Shadowglass
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(to Qin) You approach a concierge, and they look up and say, "Oh, you must be one of our esteemed VIPs. You'll be just down the hall in the penthouse, room 131."
The Lady Jane, at its simplest, is a party boat. There are probably about thirty rooms on board the ship, and on the upper decks are where the restaurant, the bath house, and the ballroom are. You can find nearly any type of food on board, and if you need something, a concierge is always willing to help. You do know that this is clearly a ship that is ful of the wealthiest the Sword Coast has to offer. All of them are clothed in the world's finest fabrics. I
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Despite boarding the ship Mursager would find time to engage Brother Scree, "Thank you Brother Scree, that is easier on my tongue..." absent mindedly Mursager reached up and adjusted his mask on his face, making sure it was hanging straight as he talked about it. "I was a member of a secretive order, we lived simple lives in communion with the land. We made what we could, but when we had to purchase materials we couldn't make we travelled to nearby villages. We would wear the masks when we left our homes to provide us with a sense of comfort and community, we could easily recognize one another, and protect ourselves from influences. Each mask was individual to it's owner and reflected them in some way. I chose the starry night sky as it was my comfort. I am most at home beneath the stars. Unfortunately, I am the last of my tribe, so now it acts more like a commemoration, and a habit I'm afraid."
(To Qin’Tar) “Ah an esteemed guest of ball, that makes sense for one so refined.” She returns the bow with a quick curtsy and a broad smile. “A pleasure sir.”
(To Screechirk) “Apologies master Scree, it seems I have spoken foolishly. Let us start anew. My name is Sethis. Although I sadly do not recognize you it is possible you have heard tales of my work around the Gate. If not then I am sure the ball will prove to be a treat for you."
She pauses for a moment considering something and then says, “yes in fact I was notified of this trip by means of a charming little snake. He did not explicitly state what the nature of my performance would be but why else would a wealthy patron fund both my accommodations and travel if not to procure my talent?” Her brow furrows for a moment before the practiced smile returns.
Sethis turns to follow everyone else boarding the Lady Jane. Her primary goal for the moment is finding her room and settling in so that she may change into more appropriate attire for such an affluent crowd.
To the concierge
Thank you good man
And then he slips him a silver
Turning back to the others he says in a raised voice
Well, my newfound travelling companions.
We should drop off our possessions in our cabins and perhaps join me for a drink at the bar?
And with a smile he turns to walk to his cabin.
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Level 1 Half-Drow Warlock Qin'Tar T'Saria in The Shards of Miranos by PinkPygmyPuff307
After getting his room number and key from the concierge he heads towards his room. He moves to walk beside Qin'Tar.
"Mister T'Saria, was it? I presume you are of noble birth, based on the name of your house. Have you ever had dealings with the Greatshield family of the Ironheart?"
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I am but a bastard, but a noble bastard non-the less
Qin smiles coyly
Can't say that I have heard of the GreatShields Master Dwarf. I've heard of the HammerBreakers, StormAxes, and the BrightBeards. But I look forward to hearing of your house on our voyage.
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Level 1 Half-Drow Warlock Qin'Tar T'Saria in The Shards of Miranos by PinkPygmyPuff307
"My condolences on the loss of your tribe." says Scree to Mursager. He pauses for a moment in thought. His eyes momentarily take a hint of sadness before returning to normal. He then continues, "It is an honor to meet you. If you wish, it would be my pleasure to continue conversing with you at this gathering."
To Sethis he replies, "Sethis? The name seems to ring a bell. Sethis... Sethis... Sethis..." his eyes widen for a moment as he finally recalls, "Aha! While I've never had the opportunity to see you myself, I think I do recall some mentions of your performances from some of the congregants at the Temple of Ilmater. I look forward to works tonight."
He asks one of the concierges where his lodgings are for the night. He'll store away his pack in his room and then return to the gathering.
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Darath, Goliath Battlemaster, Into the Overlap
Draíocht, Wood Elf Moon Druid, Kholias
Eggo Lass, Drow GOOlock, 100 Dungeons
Drako, Dragonborn Tempest Cleric, Dragon of Icespire Peak
Phait, Mountain Dwarf Wild Magic Sorcerer, Shadowglass
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Mursager nodded solemnly, "An honor to meet you as well Brother Scree. I would very much enjoy speaking with you again"
Mursager found his room and sloughed off his backpack onto the floor, he retrieved his journal and ink pen once more and took up a place on his smallish bed his knees pulled in tight to his chest, upright but curled into a sort of fetal position. He placed the journal across his knees and dipped his pen in ink. Placing it to the paper he began to narrate out loud as he wrote.
"Brother Scree is of particular interest, a bird man, and so well versed in the common tongue. I will very much enjoy learning about where he comes from. Questions I should ask:
Do you lay eggs..."Mursager stopped narrating and thus stopped writing as he struck out the last question, "No, no. That's too personal surely, better not with that last question." he turned his thoughts back to further questions but instead go caught up in one particular one, he scribbled it down on the journal page.
"5. What's it like to fly?"
(“Do you lay eggs” made me choke on my tea this morning. 10/10)
Sethis moves quickly to her room and settles in. Unpacking her bag, she mumbles to herself, “Okay, this is weird right? Talking animal invitations is certainly an eccentric choice.” She removes her comfortable travel clothes and replaces them with the only fine outfit she brought, a slim sequin dress of scintillating silver. She then places the rest of her clothes and leather armor into the wardrobe. Hesitating for a moment she also leaves behind her rapier. After fully unpacking, she goes to leave the room before rushing back in to grab her violin case. “You never know.” After leaving the room she will travel to meet Qin and the others at the bar.
(Sorry for posting without formatting my speech, I'm on mobile)
Theorodic meets them in the bar. He has changed out his traveling clothes for a more comfortable looking velvet jacket in maroon and gold. In place of his heavy boots he wears a pair of soft leather shoes. His warhammer is nowhere to be seen. He sits by the window, nursing a mug.
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As Scree walks around the gathering, garbed in his common clothes and some vestments, he also carries an alms box with him for any potential donations to the Temple of Ilmater.
He feels out of place here surrounded by so much lavishness, the arrays of fancy food (not that he refrains from starting to make a meal of it), and the assembly of the wealthy. It's a far cry from the more humble company he usually partakes in and he finds himself engaged in nervous fidgeting. Retreating towards the edges of the crowd he notices the dwarf sitting by a window. A familiar face! Albeit only very recently familiar, but still...
He makes his way over, wine goblet in hand. "Theodoric, right?" he says, "Mind if I, er uh, join you? I must admit these gatherings are not my element."
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Eggo Lass, Drow GOOlock, 100 Dungeons
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"Not at all, good sir," Theodoric replies. He gestures to an empty seat at the table. "I will admit, it's been some time since I've been in such company myself. The Ironheart hosts a grand gala once per year, in the king's great hall. Such wonderful times . . ." He looks down into his mug, feeling nostalgic, then glances up to the aarakocra. "Apologies. I'm being rude. Please, tell me more of yourself. A cleric, I take it?"
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(so sorry it took me so long to post, but here we go)
While you guys are talking, an older half-elf, of maybe 55 years, comes up to you and says, "I need a word with you. Follow me if you would so kindly."
Sethis, who just moments before had found her way back to the group after circuitously winding her way around the room trying to make nice with other guests to middling success, sits down a bit dejected at the groups table. As the half-elf man approaches lost in her own thoughts she absently begins to say, "what do you w..." before cutting herself off as he speaks. Her mood seems to visibly improve as she continues, "Ah you must represent our patron then? Excellent, in that case please lead on."
Theodoric scowls at the half-elf. "You work for Anima? By all means, lead on. I would very much like to meet our employer." He finishes his mug. "Though in future, the least you could do is the courtesy of a few moments' rest." He gets down from his stool and follows after the half-elf.
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[[OOC: prior to half-elf's arrival]]
"Oh not rude at all. I'd love to hear more about your gala. As for your question, yes." Scree replies to Theodoric. "A cleric of Ilmater, to be specific. His church's lessons were of great comfort in my youth. And since becoming one of his clerics I've had the privilege of serving others on his behalf."
[[OOC: after half-elf comes]]
Scree, in line with Sethis and Theodoric, follows after the half elf. "And what would you name be, good sir?" he asks.
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Screechirk, Aarakocra Light Cleric, Wages of Vice
Darath, Goliath Battlemaster, Into the Overlap
Draíocht, Wood Elf Moon Druid, Kholias
Eggo Lass, Drow GOOlock, 100 Dungeons
Drako, Dragonborn Tempest Cleric, Dragon of Icespire Peak
Phait, Mountain Dwarf Wild Magic Sorcerer, Shadowglass
Get rickrolled here. Listen to awesome music here. (selection 27, 4/23/24, One Voice)
Mursager had nodded off, his face buried in his journal between his knees, upright but in the fetal position. He had dreamt of his villa, the face of his mother and father smiling. When he awoke a tear slowly made it's way down his cheek. He realized that time had passed and he quickly clamored to his feet and straightened his clothes and ran a finger through his hair. It was time to meet the members aboard the ship, and meet up with his future companions in business.
As he entered into the common room he saw the others gathered and an older half elf speaking with them. Upon approaching he heard the half elf ask them to follow and he joined the others. "Brother Scree, good to see you again, what did I miss?" he whispered