Strix returns the armoured one's squint with equal and opposite gawking, the yellow irises of his far-too-large eyes swallowing up pupils that constrict out of all existence. Tin Man. Noisy. Keeps his animal on a long chain behind low fence, maybe. Nice shirt though. How long have you been staring? Look away. Too late. He turned around, you staring at his ass. Is it weirder to keep staring or suddenly stop? Wait, how long have you been staring now? Quick, say something profound. Shirt... is like sky. Smooth. Strix looks for a comfy bit of ground to sit and contemplate the wagons shadow in the burgeoning dawn.
Malstrix is definitely human. He's totally a real boy. He's just a bit funny looking. Why, what have you heard? :P
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Teckrick, says the dwarf, looking like he doesn't really want to talk, but also doesn't want to provoke a reaction by being rude. There are two more still to come. Elves. He mutters something under his breath. He doesn't actually look at Vaz as he says this, he keeps looking up and down the street, trying to assess which passing elf might turn out to be a name on his list.
Well I suppose when you live for a thousand years punctuality is not para.. moot? Mutt?! Parasail... Important. He takes another slug and after a pensive look, starts the complicated process of strapping the wineskin back onto Sooki.
Dario emerges from crowd and heads towards the gate. His six foot skinny frame is draped in a leather armor that has seen some wear and tear. His copper face is streaked with dirt and sweat and his chestnut brown hair is dreaded in clumps. A long bow and quiver hugs his back and two short swords flank his sides. He notices the dwarf with the pen and paper and approaches him.
As he approaches the other three party members a rank smell of decaying fauna and fresh manure wafts in the air. Dario glances over at the humped camel and smiles at the exotic beast and then nods to his owner. He wants to go pet the animal, but instead keeps his hands to his sides as he approaches the dwarf with the pen.
"Excuse my tardiness," "I had to attend to my previous business."
Dario steps back from the dwarf walks back over to the camel. Without looking at the Genasi he says "Such a beautiful beast. So far from it's home." He looks at the Genasi in the eye "How long have you had it?"
She's been with me a while. To be honest I can't remember how we met but I'd be lost without her. Quite literally. I have no sense of direction. Varinth smiles hoping levity conceals the awkwardness of the truth
Vaz notices a few of the others raise the backs of their hands to their noses. Ahh, the elf must smell pretty bad. Not for the first time he wonders what it must be like. I have been away from the Tannery for a while now, but this big ol' shnoz still ain't coming good. Oh well, there are worse senses to loose.
She likes you. Another cheeky smile. I want to touch his ears..
The dwarf - Teckrick - notices Dario approach, and gets his pen ready. As the newly-arrived elf engages in conversation with the red-haired human-on-a-camel, Teckrick clears his throat. When Dario looks in his direction he asks, in a matter suggesting he couldn't possibly care less: Name?
Dario strokes the camels head and when he hears Teckrick's throat clear, he looks over annoyed. "Dario. Dario Dandolo. Your man Rockseeker sent me." Dario then turns to Vaz and asks "and what is your and your beast's name?"
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Constitution check for staring eye contest with camel: 11
I just wanted to make sure that Strix was humanoid as I think I read that he flew down. But I may have read that wrong. As long as he was humanoid, Asher wouldn't care about race.
If Asher loses the contest, he pulls out an apple from his bag and feeds it to the camel. If he wins, he begins eating the apple himself. Asher hops onto the cart and shifts item when need be to make the most comfortable seat as he can. He speaks to no one in particular, instead choosing to study the fellow adventurers, not looking for anything in particular, just gauging their strength. [No check wanting to be made]
The halfling dressed in leather and the fairly obvious trappings of piracy sees the dwarf's inner conflict and cant resist. He pushes away from the cart wheel he's been leaning against and slowly walks toward the him.
It's alright ye know, we're all quite aware of the dwarf's fondness for elves. 'Sideswise, judgin' from the bouquet wafting offa' that boyo, I expects he's heard his share of insults. I wouldn't want you to choke on your own sense of duty by bein' over polite. I've seen men choke on their duty afore. Out on the sea, some sailors have such an awful sense of duty that it gets in the way of everything...breathing, swallowing, keeping long strips of their skin attached to their dutiful bodies...
then, looking around him at the motley assembly that's accepted this job, he smiles and laughs.
After all, you'd be doing us a favor. I can hardly imagine what this lot be thinking 'bout each other.
He winks at the awkward moving and talking monk.
I know what they're thinking of me.
Turning back to the dwarf his humor drops a bit and his left eye narrows at him.
Ye see lad, you provide a rather essential means of us all gettin' along...through mutual disgust of dwarven bigotry. He stops and holds the dwarf's eye. I'm sure we're all just impatient to get underway. You most of all now, I imagine.
Scupper laughs again a bit more genuinely but his eye hasn't left the dwarf.
I'm bored dwarf. I apologise in arrears...and advance of any further display of bad character.
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Asher and Soodi stare at each other for a long while, both absolutely motionless, but eventually Asher can no longer bear it and blinks, turning away. As he reaches into his bag to grab an apple, he hears the camel approaching, and he hands the fruit to her. For a brief moment, he gets the very strange feeling that he's just passed some sort of camel etiquette test, but the feeling is gone right away. Soodi turns away slowly, and apparently independent of any control from the human perched upon her back, returns to her previous spot, turns back to face to towards Asher, and starts eating.
Strix is indeed humanoid, and though he has some visible bird-like qualities, he didn't fly in.
None of the group assembled so far looks particularly physically strong, to Asher's mind.
Teckrick looks a little unhappy as Asher climbs aboard the wagon, but if he intended to say something he doesn't, as he's immediately distracted by Scupper's approach.
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Teckrick listens to Dario, and marks his paper with an air of smug satisfaction. As he sees Asher climb aboard the back of the wagon, he opens his mouth as if to reprimand him, and then notices Scupper approaching.
His face over the next half a minute tells an eventful story. Initial panic seeing Scupper coming towards him, followed by a desperate attempt to maintain his dignity with a composed expression. As the halfling speaks, the composure starts to slip, with the mention of strips of skin being a particularly bad moment for young Teckrick. Near the end, he's almost ready to run for it, but then suddenly his backbone seems to stiffen, he looks sharply at the much shorter halfling, and his mouth opens, seemingly to make some rude response. And then, finally and miraculously, his brain appears to kick in: The reason Gundren hired these people to escort the supplies and not you, he thinks to himself, is because they are dangerous and you are not!
He swallows what he had been going to say, and instead says, I'm sure your remaining colleague will be here soon, and you and your team can get underway without any problems. By this time, however, Scupper is in conversation with Dario and appears to have forgotten him. He flushes, visible under his beard, and looks back to the street, hoping to find a sign of the last one they're waiting for.
As Dario waits for the camel rider's reply he watches and listens to the halfing's chattering with the dwarf. He smirks at the halfing's cheeky remarks and then says "I apologize for my stink. I had no time to clean up between now and my last business outing. Before I took on this job I already escorted a caravan North along the High Road and only had a minor run in with a band of orcs." Then under his breath he mutters, "though the crew I worked with was a little more professional looking than this bunch."
The halfling turns and smiles warmly to Dario. Oh I've smelled worse don't you mind. Being on a ship twixt 50 other men never was a breath o' fresh air. And I daresay I look every bit the professional... depending on which profession one's in the habit of professing.
He offer's his hand to the elf.
The names Scupper, lad. You being Dario ifn I've overheard correctly and I know I have.
Dario turns up to Vaz and nods "Pleasure Vaz," and he tickles Soodi as it eats the apple from Asher, "and a pleasure to meet you Soodi."
Dario steps back from Vaz and Soodi and approaches Asher who watches Soodi eat his apple. "Beasts can be finicky," Dario says to Asher as he puts out his dirtied hand to shake.
I've been dry-docked for the foreseeable future...leastwise until they discover how to keep the seas a bit less rocky. I didn't mind the trouble below decks so much as the other lads did. So I've decided to seek employment elsewhere's and maybe rise a notch or two in the social order. And while we're all a getting acquainted...
He looks up to the fighter nested in the cart though he has to step back far enough to get a view over the rim.
You being...Asher if'n I've heard tell...and I have. Then Strix, Vaz, and Scoodi if all tells well.
Scupper nods to each one as he names them. Though he eyes the camel warily and gives it the "I'm watching you" motion
And I'm to assume there's another elf en route...and as Vaz has pointed out, your lifespans don't offer up the tallest confidence that you understand the rest of us are just quickly dying to be on our way. But no matter. I think I'll do as Asher has had the sense to do and get comfy til we get the two bells that alls clear and we're on our way.
Scupper climbs up the front of the cart with some skill and stretches out on the driver's board to soak up the sun.
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Vaz:
Whilst the others get acquainted, Varinth puts a casual eye over the wagon and horse(s) mostly to ascertain if the beast(s) pulling the wagon need to be introduced to his exotic mount.
Perception: 14
Animal Handling: 4
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Strix returns the armoured one's squint with equal and opposite gawking, the yellow irises of his far-too-large eyes swallowing up pupils that constrict out of all existence. Tin Man. Noisy. Keeps his animal on a long chain behind low fence, maybe. Nice shirt though. How long have you been staring? Look away. Too late. He turned around, you staring at his ass. Is it weirder to keep staring or suddenly stop? Wait, how long have you been staring now? Quick, say something profound. Shirt... is like sky. Smooth. Strix looks for a comfy bit of ground to sit and contemplate the wagons shadow in the burgeoning dawn.
Malstrix is definitely human. He's totally a real boy. He's just a bit funny looking. Why, what have you heard? :P
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Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Vaz:
Mr... I'm sorry I don't think I caught your name Varinth addresses the young dwarf Are there many more on that wee list of yours?
Teckrick, says the dwarf, looking like he doesn't really want to talk, but also doesn't want to provoke a reaction by being rude. There are two more still to come. Elves. He mutters something under his breath. He doesn't actually look at Vaz as he says this, he keeps looking up and down the street, trying to assess which passing elf might turn out to be a name on his list.
Vaz:
Well I suppose when you live for a thousand years punctuality is not para.. moot? Mutt?! Parasail... Important. He takes another slug and after a pensive look, starts the complicated process of strapping the wineskin back onto Sooki.
Dario emerges from crowd and heads towards the gate. His six foot skinny frame is draped in a leather armor that has seen some wear and tear. His copper face is streaked with dirt and sweat and his chestnut brown hair is dreaded in clumps. A long bow and quiver hugs his back and two short swords flank his sides. He notices the dwarf with the pen and paper and approaches him.
As he approaches the other three party members a rank smell of decaying fauna and fresh manure wafts in the air. Dario glances over at the humped camel and smiles at the exotic beast and then nods to his owner. He wants to go pet the animal, but instead keeps his hands to his sides as he approaches the dwarf with the pen.
"Excuse my tardiness," "I had to attend to my previous business."
Dario steps back from the dwarf walks back over to the camel. Without looking at the Genasi he says "Such a beautiful beast. So far from it's home." He looks at the Genasi in the eye "How long have you had it?"
Vaz:
She's been with me a while. To be honest I can't remember how we met but I'd be lost without her. Quite literally. I have no sense of direction. Varinth smiles hoping levity conceals the awkwardness of the truth
Vaz notices a few of the others raise the backs of their hands to their noses. Ahh, the elf must smell pretty bad. Not for the first time he wonders what it must be like. I have been away from the Tannery for a while now, but this big ol' shnoz still ain't coming good. Oh well, there are worse senses to loose.
She likes you. Another cheeky smile. I want to touch his ears..
The dwarf - Teckrick - notices Dario approach, and gets his pen ready. As the newly-arrived elf engages in conversation with the red-haired human-on-a-camel, Teckrick clears his throat. When Dario looks in his direction he asks, in a matter suggesting he couldn't possibly care less: Name?
Dario strokes the camels head and when he hears Teckrick's throat clear, he looks over annoyed. "Dario. Dario Dandolo. Your man Rockseeker sent me." Dario then turns to Vaz and asks "and what is your and your beast's name?"
OOC - Switching to GREEN now for dialogue. Sorry about using the purple before.
Constitution check for staring eye contest with camel: 11
I just wanted to make sure that Strix was humanoid as I think I read that he flew down. But I may have read that wrong. As long as he was humanoid, Asher wouldn't care about race.
If Asher loses the contest, he pulls out an apple from his bag and feeds it to the camel. If he wins, he begins eating the apple himself. Asher hops onto the cart and shifts item when need be to make the most comfortable seat as he can. He speaks to no one in particular, instead choosing to study the fellow adventurers, not looking for anything in particular, just gauging their strength. [No check wanting to be made]
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The halfling dressed in leather and the fairly obvious trappings of piracy sees the dwarf's inner conflict and cant resist. He pushes away from the cart wheel he's been leaning against and slowly walks toward the him.
It's alright ye know, we're all quite aware of the dwarf's fondness for elves. 'Sideswise, judgin' from the bouquet wafting offa' that boyo, I expects he's heard his share of insults. I wouldn't want you to choke on your own sense of duty by bein' over polite. I've seen men choke on their duty afore. Out on the sea, some sailors have such an awful sense of duty that it gets in the way of everything...breathing, swallowing, keeping long strips of their skin attached to their dutiful bodies...
then, looking around him at the motley assembly that's accepted this job, he smiles and laughs.
After all, you'd be doing us a favor. I can hardly imagine what this lot be thinking 'bout each other.
He winks at the awkward moving and talking monk.
I know what they're thinking of me.
Turning back to the dwarf his humor drops a bit and his left eye narrows at him.
Ye see lad, you provide a rather essential means of us all gettin' along...through mutual disgust of dwarven bigotry. He stops and holds the dwarf's eye. I'm sure we're all just impatient to get underway. You most of all now, I imagine.
Scupper laughs again a bit more genuinely but his eye hasn't left the dwarf.
I'm bored dwarf. I apologise in arrears...and advance of any further display of bad character.
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Asher and Soodi stare at each other for a long while, both absolutely motionless, but eventually Asher can no longer bear it and blinks, turning away. As he reaches into his bag to grab an apple, he hears the camel approaching, and he hands the fruit to her. For a brief moment, he gets the very strange feeling that he's just passed some sort of camel etiquette test, but the feeling is gone right away. Soodi turns away slowly, and apparently independent of any control from the human perched upon her back, returns to her previous spot, turns back to face to towards Asher, and starts eating.
Strix is indeed humanoid, and though he has some visible bird-like qualities, he didn't fly in.
None of the group assembled so far looks particularly physically strong, to Asher's mind.
Teckrick looks a little unhappy as Asher climbs aboard the wagon, but if he intended to say something he doesn't, as he's immediately distracted by Scupper's approach.
Vaz:
To Dario Varinths the name, or Vaz if you wish. This here is Soodi.
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Teckrick listens to Dario, and marks his paper with an air of smug satisfaction. As he sees Asher climb aboard the back of the wagon, he opens his mouth as if to reprimand him, and then notices Scupper approaching.
His face over the next half a minute tells an eventful story. Initial panic seeing Scupper coming towards him, followed by a desperate attempt to maintain his dignity with a composed expression. As the halfling speaks, the composure starts to slip, with the mention of strips of skin being a particularly bad moment for young Teckrick. Near the end, he's almost ready to run for it, but then suddenly his backbone seems to stiffen, he looks sharply at the much shorter halfling, and his mouth opens, seemingly to make some rude response. And then, finally and miraculously, his brain appears to kick in: The reason Gundren hired these people to escort the supplies and not you, he thinks to himself, is because they are dangerous and you are not!
He swallows what he had been going to say, and instead says, I'm sure your remaining colleague will be here soon, and you and your team can get underway without any problems. By this time, however, Scupper is in conversation with Dario and appears to have forgotten him. He flushes, visible under his beard, and looks back to the street, hoping to find a sign of the last one they're waiting for.
As Dario waits for the camel rider's reply he watches and listens to the halfing's chattering with the dwarf. He smirks at the halfing's cheeky remarks and then says "I apologize for my stink. I had no time to clean up between now and my last business outing. Before I took on this job I already escorted a caravan North along the High Road and only had a minor run in with a band of orcs." Then under his breath he mutters, "though the crew I worked with was a little more professional looking than this bunch."
The halfling turns and smiles warmly to Dario.
Oh I've smelled worse don't you mind. Being on a ship twixt 50 other men never was a breath o' fresh air. And I daresay I look every bit the professional... depending on which profession one's in the habit of professing.
He offer's his hand to the elf.
The names Scupper, lad. You being Dario ifn I've overheard correctly and I know I have.
Dario turns up to Vaz and nods "Pleasure Vaz," and he tickles Soodi as it eats the apple from Asher, "and a pleasure to meet you Soodi."
Dario steps back from Vaz and Soodi and approaches Asher who watches Soodi eat his apple. "Beasts can be finicky," Dario says to Asher as he puts out his dirtied hand to shake.
Dario leans down from six foot frame and shakes the halfing's hand. "You heard right, Scupper. A sailor? What brings you onto land?"
I've been dry-docked for the foreseeable future...leastwise until they discover how to keep the seas a bit less rocky. I didn't mind the trouble below decks so much as the other lads did. So I've decided to seek employment elsewhere's and maybe rise a notch or two in the social order. And while we're all a getting acquainted...
He looks up to the fighter nested in the cart though he has to step back far enough to get a view over the rim.
You being...Asher if'n I've heard tell...and I have. Then Strix, Vaz, and Scoodi if all tells well.
Scupper nods to each one as he names them. Though he eyes the camel warily and gives it the "I'm watching you" motion
And I'm to assume there's another elf en route...and as Vaz has pointed out, your lifespans don't offer up the tallest confidence that you understand the rest of us are just quickly dying to be on our way. But no matter. I think I'll do as Asher has had the sense to do and get comfy til we get the two bells that alls clear and we're on our way.
Scupper climbs up the front of the cart with some skill and stretches out on the driver's board to soak up the sun.
Vaz:
Whilst the others get acquainted, Varinth puts a casual eye over the wagon and horse(s) mostly to ascertain if the beast(s) pulling the wagon need to be introduced to his exotic mount.
Perception: 14
Animal Handling: 4