The woman nods in understanding and let Mathilda go. She excuses herself to Lireys when she sees the City Watch and some PRefects and Clerics coming rushing towards the Sphynx. The elf really hasn't the chance to say good bye or talk to her. One second she is there saying goodbye, next one he is looking towards the guards, next one she has dissapeared.
The Watch tries to asses the situation and Seb can see that most of them seems really relieved when they are informed that there are no undead left to fight.
As they, lead by Captain Kurt, a seasoned man with a patch on his rigth eye, take control of the situation and start interrogating the survivors and mostly the party, who everyone agrees that they were the true heroes of the night fighting the mad wizards or clerics or whatever and their undead puppets. Hurosk quickly catches that most of the witness doesn't mention Lord Thinderand true involvement but just as one more victim of the attacks. It seems that they do not do that on porpouse. He gives this to Kyne while they talk with one officer and between the two they fill the rest of the party. Molly and Seb notice that some of the clerics of the Sovereign Host that come with the City Watch have Detect Lies stones, but they also notice that they are using it with everyone, more out of protocol than mistrust in anyone, or the party's, words.
After thanking them for the help and many thanks for the survivors, one of the bards even hugh Hurosk and cries a little, they are left to go to rest. Some members of the watch, reforced with clerics of the Sovereing Host, remain on watch the rest of the night and the next morning the corpses had been retired and the ball room cleansed.
They all meet again in the morning, at Kyne's room, to discuss their next steps.
The Lyreis who attends the meeting in Kyne's room is the elf at his most readied, armed and armoured with no intention of being caught unprepared again. Asking of everyone's well-being as they arrive he seems well in himself, any injuries taken during the battle in the ballroom are forgotten now. He still carries the dagger from the previous evening in a boot top and the scimitars are in his hand. As he spends his time in the room he often traces his finger over the stone embedded in the hilt of the double-bladed weapon and doesn't let it out of his sight.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Moltaris provides perfunctory, one and two-word answers to questions from the Watch. The relief in their eyes and demeanor when they realize they're too late for the action disgusts her. Her manner is cold and distrustful, even rude to the male Watch members and only slightly less so to the female guards. She glares in forbidding silence at anyone who has the bright idea of approaching her to give her a hug of appreciation.
Stalking back to their quarters as soon as possible, the kalashtar gnaws on a hunk of borrowed bread and waits for morning. She hears Mathilda's distress and her wandering the halls, but does not intrude. Nightmares are not for sharing... she will survive or she won't. Moltaris does listen and remain alert, however, ready to burst forth and shield-bash anyone who harasses the distraught rogue.
When morning comes, she wanders into Kyne's room and asks, "Has anyone heard from the drunken faerie since the attack last night?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
By the time the watch arrives, Kyne has returned from his room. The elf stands front and centre, lapping up the gratitude of the survivors and peacocking about the great hall as he takes full responsibility for saving the day. His dancing partner, on the other hand, is conspicuously absent. Nevertheless, he notes Hurosk's observation quietly and keeps Lord Thrinderand's name out of his mouth.
Kyne sleeps late the next morning, and opens the door with a yawn and a robe wrapped around his waist when the first of his companions knocks at his chambers. The elf's normally well-groomed curls are a fluffy birdsnest atop his head and he's clearly not yet eaten.
"Come in, come in," he announces, mid-yawn, waving his guest inside. His possessions are neatly ordered about the room, but the bed is a mess. Fortunately, the Sphynx being a high-class establishment, the rooms are equipped with paper screens. Kyne vanishes behind one and the robe can be seen thrown over the top as he dresses himself.
"I haven't," he tells Moltaris when he emerges, once more clad in his leather trousers and loose shirt. "I don't expect to either - he's not the type. He told us what he wanted us to know... which brings me to my question. Can we get a boat across the lake to Passage? That would seem to be a sensible first step on our journey."
Hurosk assists Mathilda back to her room. He stays silent not wanting to push the matter as it is clear to the hunter that she is having a difficult time with the night's happenings. He gives an reassuring - and somewhat awkward - pat on her back. "If you need anything, I'm just down the hall,"he offers with half a smile, one tusk slightly protruding. When the door shuts he lets out a sigh of his own exhaustion. He gives an empathetic shake of his head hearing the form slump the door and continues on to his room.
Once inside, he immediately collapses into his bed without changing out of his clothes. It's sure no fun being the prey... Especially being unprepared, he mutters aloud to himself and eyes his weapons he left behind for the dance. As a hunter he is used to bringing the fight to his quarry and them expectantly defending themselves, but this is one of the few times he was caught unaware. Going to have to stay on my toes.
After properly freshening in the morning, Hurosk goes to find the others in Kyne's room to discuss their next plans.
Seb fades into the background as the watch ask their questions. Watching passively as everyone runs around dealing with their fear and joy at being alive. She has looked at the things she wished to look at and analysed the unique spell as far as she felt able to without further resources. She returns to her room, and calls the bird in through the window to once again sit on her shoulder. Sitting on the floor she begins to draw circles and arcs around herself, muttering and chanting. As she finishes a jet black cocoon appears around her, shrouding her from view. Inside she shudders a little, though consciously she is not aware as to why she felt so uneasy as to cast the protective spell around herself the shadow of Morlainne and the ordeal of the past several months is still hanging over her shoulder. As she meditates she finds her mind difficult to quiet and rest is not easy. Eventually she takes out the book once more and looks for any reference to the spell cast by the cleric. Learning now seemed to be the only way to steady her mind, soon she slips back into her meditative state until she is once again plagued by snippets of visions of events she knows will transpire tomorrow.
In the morning, she is awake early and is not worried about disturbing her brother, it doesn't even occur to her that he would not be ready if she is. Pulling on some clothes she knocks quietly at his room with a quiet hello. Her thoughts clearly elsewhere, she sits on the floor to wait for the others, bird atop her shoulder and staff across her knees.
Mathilda arrives uncharacteristically late with deep shadows under her eyes. Looking like she hasn't slept all night, she is the last one to join the group. Her things are already packed and she brings her backpack into the room with her, eager to get going.
Molly nods to Mathilda, a gesture of respect and eyes twinkling with admiration. "I am glad you are here - I am glad you are coming with us," she says aloud.
Inside Mathilda's head, the cleric continues, You are braver than you believe and stronger than you think you are. It may always be this difficult for you - it gets easier for some but not for all. I am honored to travel beside you.
To Kyne, she replies, "That makes sense to me - anyone here get seasick?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Ha, no, I quite like the water." Lyreis smiles as a course of action seems to be getting underway again. "It will be good to get away from here and a trip over water would be a nice change." The battlemaster moves to the window surveying the view, his energy level seemingly on the rise he looks ready to go immediately.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
"Never had the chance for any travel by boat, so who knows." Hurosk replies to Molly's question. The ranger is looking more at ease now that he is back in his normal attire and well-armed. "Promise to hold back my hair if I get sick?" he says looking to Mathilda with a smile and rubbing his black, short-cropped hair. He hopes his attempt at humor lightens to the mood of the rogue.
Kyne looks about at his gathered friends and smiles at the unanimity.
"Then let's pack up, head down to the docks together, and inquire about when the next boat leaves. I think we're all keen to leave this town as soon as we can."
The elf scoops up a piece of his armour and begins strapping himself into the leather travelling gear.
Mathilda startles a little at the voice in her head, but only for a moment. She smiles back at Moltaris, her brown eyes a little shiny from the kind words. Nodding at Hurosk, she answers with a laugh: "Promise! I have cared for my brothers and sisters when they fell ill many, many times. This one time..." As the others debate the best route, Mathilda quietly tells Hurosk of the time that little Tammy, her second-to-youngest brother, was sent to get fish from the market and everyone was violently sick for the whole night, but most of all Tammy himself, who'd complained louder than any of the girls.
Seb'riel stands silently, the owl takes flight from her shoulder, startled by the sudden movement. She stands by the door, pack on her back and staring downwards at nothing visible to anyone else.
Gripping the hilt of his scimitars Lyreis closes his eyes for a moment before spinning the blades up over his shoulder into the sheath with the skill of one who has performed the action a thousand times. Ready to leave he nods to Kyne "I'm ready now, i will go and check things out while you do your hair." He winks at the sorcerer as he departs. "Anyone else ready?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Finally the party, with all their things gathered, leave the Golden Sphynx and walk down to the docks. They notice that, unlike the days before, they attract some glances and people whisper between them as they pass by. No one bother them and most of the looks are a mix between gratitude, awe, and respect. But some are of fear.
As they walk towards the docks, though, people tend to be more to their bussiness. The docks are in the middle of the morning and it's a busy morning. Some ships are unloading their night catches in sealed wooden boxes with a minor enchantment that keeps the fish cold. Others are loading supplies into their cargo holds. The air is humid and cold, but the mood is vibrant and full of energy.
They ask for a ship that will leave towards their destination and they are pointed to the "Old Star".
They walk down to it and finally find the ship and at least the part old seems to be accurate. The ships has three masts, the wooden planks of the deck and the hull appear to need a urgent replacement or at least new isolation and paint. One of the sails is covering great part of the deck and half a dozen of sailors are repairing it.
Leaning against the gunnel they can see a human with a black hat topped with a couple of feathers, one red and one black. The man has a goaty and a patch on his left eye. To his right there is a half-elf with a weird armor on his right arm. The piece of metal only covers that arm from some inches above the elbow to the fingers. Taking a second look Seb notices that is not a piece of armor, but the actual arm of the man.
They both are talking with a slender woman dressed in traveling clothes and covered by a long cloack of greenish-blue hue.
Lyreis smiles and shakes his head as he recognises Ryn on the dock. "Coincidence or not, I wonder..." he whispers to the others. "Shall we go and introduce ourselves or wait for them to conclude their business and then say hello?" The battlemaster looks amused at seeing the woman again but then pays careful attention to the conversation they are having, trying to discern what they are talking about.
As he hears them discuss the speed of the ship he approaches confidently, smiling at Ryn as he does. "It is probably the state of disrepair that gives doubt to their claims, I have to admit I am a little skeptical as well." The elf bows to Ryn, "What a timely arrival, I had thought I wouldn't have the pleasure of your company again" Turning to the two men he offers a short bow as well. "My friends and I have a similar need, a fast ship to Passage, would you be able to accommodate us all, if we can reach a suitable deal, obviously."
Once they have the name of the Old Star and directions to her, Kyne excuses himself briefly, disappearing into the mass of sailors and fisherman moving about the docks. He returns shortly after the others have gathered by the ship... accompanied by a slight figure wrapped in a deep red cloak trimmed in pale fur.
"I say, isn't that Lyreis's friend from last night?" The elf observes from the back of the group, as though he'd never left. He makes no move to mention or introduce his companion, but an obvious cheshire cat smile is painted across his face for all to see.
Mathilda breathes in the fresh sea air and the tight band around her chest seems to loosen a little. As they approach the ship, she watches the sailors with great interest, happy to have found some more common folk. Perhaps they would be happy to teach me a thing or two about boats, it would be good to make myself useful. When she notices not one, but two noble ladies who seem like they are going to accompany them, she rolls her eyes while making sure that no-one sees. And your friend from last night too! I guess it makes sense, they want to keep like company. Giving the new arrival a shy smile, she tries to decide whether she should curtsy, but since no one else seems intent on showing any courtly manners, she decides against it. While Lyreis talks to the man who appears to be the captain of the ship, she steps closer and tries to see how the sailors are working, observing both their hands as well as their behaviour with each other.
Seb'riel sways where she stands, clearly unbalanced and as though she may fall. Her eyes roll wildly and her consciousness is once again clearly not in the present. Sparks dance across her fingers this time as her voice reaches its gentle, slow, high pitched state. "I see it, the journey..." She sways as she takes one unstable step to the left, stumbling as though a puppet on a string. "The star on the water..."
[casting Augury to try to see if taking the boat ends in disaster]
The captain and the other man look each other and they smile back to Lyreis as he crosses the plank towards the deck. They don't do anything to stop him but Moltaris sees a couple of sailors looking up to him when he reaches the deck.
Ryn looks amazed to him and is about to say something when the captain starts to talk.
" That will depend on how many of you are good sir, but I guess that we can find place for you in the Old Star. I am your Captain, Trogen Keitos at your service "he touces his hat but doesn't take it out. " And this is my first officer Master Senth. A trip to passage will cost you the preposterous sum of 50 gold pieces. Our crew will make sure that you all reach Passage sound and safe. And our cooker Kruosk will make sure that you do it with your belly happy and full. "he smiles and moves his hand towards the rear bridge under wich you understand there are the kitchens. " And yes Milady" he says turning to Ryn again " We will be discrete don't you worry"
The woman nods in understanding and let Mathilda go. She excuses herself to Lireys when she sees the City Watch and some PRefects and Clerics coming rushing towards the Sphynx. The elf really hasn't the chance to say good bye or talk to her. One second she is there saying goodbye, next one he is looking towards the guards, next one she has dissapeared.
The Watch tries to asses the situation and Seb can see that most of them seems really relieved when they are informed that there are no undead left to fight.
As they, lead by Captain Kurt, a seasoned man with a patch on his rigth eye, take control of the situation and start interrogating the survivors and mostly the party, who everyone agrees that they were the true heroes of the night fighting the mad wizards or clerics or whatever and their undead puppets. Hurosk quickly catches that most of the witness doesn't mention Lord Thinderand true involvement but just as one more victim of the attacks. It seems that they do not do that on porpouse. He gives this to Kyne while they talk with one officer and between the two they fill the rest of the party. Molly and Seb notice that some of the clerics of the Sovereign Host that come with the City Watch have Detect Lies stones, but they also notice that they are using it with everyone, more out of protocol than mistrust in anyone, or the party's, words.
After thanking them for the help and many thanks for the survivors, one of the bards even hugh Hurosk and cries a little, they are left to go to rest. Some members of the watch, reforced with clerics of the Sovereing Host, remain on watch the rest of the night and the next morning the corpses had been retired and the ball room cleansed.
They all meet again in the morning, at Kyne's room, to discuss their next steps.
PbP Character: A few ;)
The Lyreis who attends the meeting in Kyne's room is the elf at his most readied, armed and armoured with no intention of being caught unprepared again. Asking of everyone's well-being as they arrive he seems well in himself, any injuries taken during the battle in the ballroom are forgotten now. He still carries the dagger from the previous evening in a boot top and the scimitars are in his hand. As he spends his time in the room he often traces his finger over the stone embedded in the hilt of the double-bladed weapon and doesn't let it out of his sight.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Moltaris provides perfunctory, one and two-word answers to questions from the Watch. The relief in their eyes and demeanor when they realize they're too late for the action disgusts her. Her manner is cold and distrustful, even rude to the male Watch members and only slightly less so to the female guards. She glares in forbidding silence at anyone who has the bright idea of approaching her to give her a hug of appreciation.
Stalking back to their quarters as soon as possible, the kalashtar gnaws on a hunk of borrowed bread and waits for morning. She hears Mathilda's distress and her wandering the halls, but does not intrude. Nightmares are not for sharing... she will survive or she won't. Moltaris does listen and remain alert, however, ready to burst forth and shield-bash anyone who harasses the distraught rogue.
When morning comes, she wanders into Kyne's room and asks, "Has anyone heard from the drunken faerie since the attack last night?"
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
By the time the watch arrives, Kyne has returned from his room. The elf stands front and centre, lapping up the gratitude of the survivors and peacocking about the great hall as he takes full responsibility for saving the day. His dancing partner, on the other hand, is conspicuously absent. Nevertheless, he notes Hurosk's observation quietly and keeps Lord Thrinderand's name out of his mouth.
Kyne sleeps late the next morning, and opens the door with a yawn and a robe wrapped around his waist when the first of his companions knocks at his chambers. The elf's normally well-groomed curls are a fluffy birdsnest atop his head and he's clearly not yet eaten.
"Come in, come in," he announces, mid-yawn, waving his guest inside. His possessions are neatly ordered about the room, but the bed is a mess. Fortunately, the Sphynx being a high-class establishment, the rooms are equipped with paper screens. Kyne vanishes behind one and the robe can be seen thrown over the top as he dresses himself.
"I haven't," he tells Moltaris when he emerges, once more clad in his leather trousers and loose shirt. "I don't expect to either - he's not the type. He told us what he wanted us to know... which brings me to my question. Can we get a boat across the lake to Passage? That would seem to be a sensible first step on our journey."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Hurosk assists Mathilda back to her room. He stays silent not wanting to push the matter as it is clear to the hunter that she is having a difficult time with the night's happenings. He gives an reassuring - and somewhat awkward - pat on her back. "If you need anything, I'm just down the hall," he offers with half a smile, one tusk slightly protruding. When the door shuts he lets out a sigh of his own exhaustion. He gives an empathetic shake of his head hearing the form slump the door and continues on to his room.
Once inside, he immediately collapses into his bed without changing out of his clothes. It's sure no fun being the prey... Especially being unprepared, he mutters aloud to himself and eyes his weapons he left behind for the dance. As a hunter he is used to bringing the fight to his quarry and them expectantly defending themselves, but this is one of the few times he was caught unaware. Going to have to stay on my toes.
After properly freshening in the morning, Hurosk goes to find the others in Kyne's room to discuss their next plans.
Seb fades into the background as the watch ask their questions. Watching passively as everyone runs around dealing with their fear and joy at being alive. She has looked at the things she wished to look at and analysed the unique spell as far as she felt able to without further resources. She returns to her room, and calls the bird in through the window to once again sit on her shoulder. Sitting on the floor she begins to draw circles and arcs around herself, muttering and chanting. As she finishes a jet black cocoon appears around her, shrouding her from view. Inside she shudders a little, though consciously she is not aware as to why she felt so uneasy as to cast the protective spell around herself the shadow of Morlainne and the ordeal of the past several months is still hanging over her shoulder. As she meditates she finds her mind difficult to quiet and rest is not easy. Eventually she takes out the book once more and looks for any reference to the spell cast by the cleric. Learning now seemed to be the only way to steady her mind, soon she slips back into her meditative state until she is once again plagued by snippets of visions of events she knows will transpire tomorrow.
In the morning, she is awake early and is not worried about disturbing her brother, it doesn't even occur to her that he would not be ready if she is. Pulling on some clothes she knocks quietly at his room with a quiet hello. Her thoughts clearly elsewhere, she sits on the floor to wait for the others, bird atop her shoulder and staff across her knees.
Mathilda arrives uncharacteristically late with deep shadows under her eyes. Looking like she hasn't slept all night, she is the last one to join the group. Her things are already packed and she brings her backpack into the room with her, eager to get going.
Molly nods to Mathilda, a gesture of respect and eyes twinkling with admiration. "I am glad you are here - I am glad you are coming with us," she says aloud.
Inside Mathilda's head, the cleric continues, You are braver than you believe and stronger than you think you are. It may always be this difficult for you - it gets easier for some but not for all. I am honored to travel beside you.
To Kyne, she replies, "That makes sense to me - anyone here get seasick?"
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"Ha, no, I quite like the water." Lyreis smiles as a course of action seems to be getting underway again. "It will be good to get away from here and a trip over water would be a nice change." The battlemaster moves to the window surveying the view, his energy level seemingly on the rise he looks ready to go immediately.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Never had the chance for any travel by boat, so who knows." Hurosk replies to Molly's question. The ranger is looking more at ease now that he is back in his normal attire and well-armed. "Promise to hold back my hair if I get sick?" he says looking to Mathilda with a smile and rubbing his black, short-cropped hair. He hopes his attempt at humor lightens to the mood of the rogue.
Kyne looks about at his gathered friends and smiles at the unanimity.
"Then let's pack up, head down to the docks together, and inquire about when the next boat leaves. I think we're all keen to leave this town as soon as we can."
The elf scoops up a piece of his armour and begins strapping himself into the leather travelling gear.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Mathilda startles a little at the voice in her head, but only for a moment. She smiles back at Moltaris, her brown eyes a little shiny from the kind words. Nodding at Hurosk, she answers with a laugh: "Promise! I have cared for my brothers and sisters when they fell ill many, many times. This one time..." As the others debate the best route, Mathilda quietly tells Hurosk of the time that little Tammy, her second-to-youngest brother, was sent to get fish from the market and everyone was violently sick for the whole night, but most of all Tammy himself, who'd complained louder than any of the girls.
Seb'riel stands silently, the owl takes flight from her shoulder, startled by the sudden movement. She stands by the door, pack on her back and staring downwards at nothing visible to anyone else.
Gripping the hilt of his scimitars Lyreis closes his eyes for a moment before spinning the blades up over his shoulder into the sheath with the skill of one who has performed the action a thousand times. Ready to leave he nods to Kyne "I'm ready now, i will go and check things out while you do your hair." He winks at the sorcerer as he departs. "Anyone else ready?"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Finally the party, with all their things gathered, leave the Golden Sphynx and walk down to the docks. They notice that, unlike the days before, they attract some glances and people whisper between them as they pass by. No one bother them and most of the looks are a mix between gratitude, awe, and respect. But some are of fear.
As they walk towards the docks, though, people tend to be more to their bussiness. The docks are in the middle of the morning and it's a busy morning. Some ships are unloading their night catches in sealed wooden boxes with a minor enchantment that keeps the fish cold. Others are loading supplies into their cargo holds. The air is humid and cold, but the mood is vibrant and full of energy.
They ask for a ship that will leave towards their destination and they are pointed to the "Old Star".
They walk down to it and finally find the ship and at least the part old seems to be accurate. The ships has three masts, the wooden planks of the deck and the hull appear to need a urgent replacement or at least new isolation and paint. One of the sails is covering great part of the deck and half a dozen of sailors are repairing it.
Leaning against the gunnel they can see a human with a black hat topped with a couple of feathers, one red and one black. The man has a goaty and a patch on his left eye. To his right there is a half-elf with a weird armor on his right arm. The piece of metal only covers that arm from some inches above the elbow to the fingers. Taking a second look Seb notices that is not a piece of armor, but the actual arm of the man.
They both are talking with a slender woman dressed in traveling clothes and covered by a long cloack of greenish-blue hue.
Lireys finds that woman familiar...
PbP Character: A few ;)
Lyreis smiles and shakes his head as he recognises Ryn on the dock. "Coincidence or not, I wonder..." he whispers to the others. "Shall we go and introduce ourselves or wait for them to conclude their business and then say hello?" The battlemaster looks amused at seeing the woman again but then pays careful attention to the conversation they are having, trying to discern what they are talking about.
As he hears them discuss the speed of the ship he approaches confidently, smiling at Ryn as he does. "It is probably the state of disrepair that gives doubt to their claims, I have to admit I am a little skeptical as well." The elf bows to Ryn, "What a timely arrival, I had thought I wouldn't have the pleasure of your company again" Turning to the two men he offers a short bow as well. "My friends and I have a similar need, a fast ship to Passage, would you be able to accommodate us all, if we can reach a suitable deal, obviously."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Once they have the name of the Old Star and directions to her, Kyne excuses himself briefly, disappearing into the mass of sailors and fisherman moving about the docks. He returns shortly after the others have gathered by the ship... accompanied by a slight figure wrapped in a deep red cloak trimmed in pale fur.
"I say, isn't that Lyreis's friend from last night?" The elf observes from the back of the group, as though he'd never left. He makes no move to mention or introduce his companion, but an obvious cheshire cat smile is painted across his face for all to see.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Mathilda breathes in the fresh sea air and the tight band around her chest seems to loosen a little. As they approach the ship, she watches the sailors with great interest, happy to have found some more common folk. Perhaps they would be happy to teach me a thing or two about boats, it would be good to make myself useful. When she notices not one, but two noble ladies who seem like they are going to accompany them, she rolls her eyes while making sure that no-one sees. And your friend from last night too! I guess it makes sense, they want to keep like company. Giving the new arrival a shy smile, she tries to decide whether she should curtsy, but since no one else seems intent on showing any courtly manners, she decides against it. While Lyreis talks to the man who appears to be the captain of the ship, she steps closer and tries to see how the sailors are working, observing both their hands as well as their behaviour with each other.
Seb'riel sways where she stands, clearly unbalanced and as though she may fall. Her eyes roll wildly and her consciousness is once again clearly not in the present. Sparks dance across her fingers this time as her voice reaches its gentle, slow, high pitched state. "I see it, the journey..." She sways as she takes one unstable step to the left, stumbling as though a puppet on a string. "The star on the water..."
[casting Augury to try to see if taking the boat ends in disaster]
The captain and the other man look each other and they smile back to Lyreis as he crosses the plank towards the deck. They don't do anything to stop him but Moltaris sees a couple of sailors looking up to him when he reaches the deck.
Ryn looks amazed to him and is about to say something when the captain starts to talk.
" That will depend on how many of you are good sir, but I guess that we can find place for you in the Old Star. I am your Captain, Trogen Keitos at your service " he touces his hat but doesn't take it out. " And this is my first officer Master Senth. A trip to passage will cost you the preposterous sum of 50 gold pieces. Our crew will make sure that you all reach Passage sound and safe. And our cooker Kruosk will make sure that you do it with your belly happy and full. " he smiles and moves his hand towards the rear bridge under wich you understand there are the kitchens. " And yes Milady" he says turning to Ryn again " We will be discrete don't you worry"
PbP Character: A few ;)