"Well, it turns out that this fine establishment belongs to the Zhentarim - you know, the other half of that lil ol' gang problem that Waterdeep seems to be experiencing these days. And seeing as we've been splashing about in here, asking plenty of questions and the like, we might want to keep an eye out for a tail when we leave. I'm probably just being overly-cautious again, but 'better safe... than an arrow riddled corpse', as my dead old moonshine makin' granny used to say!
But what did you have to share, you canny woodsman you? I saw ya makin' nice with that Gamin fellow."
"I'm bored with this, when does Lockbox get to do what Lockbox does. Wink wink."
"And don't worry, Locky. I caught a chill back there and have a feeling that that thing that you do best is fast approaching. Keep your axe to hand, my big metal friend. Err... nudge, nudge?"
"I did indeed make nice with that Gamin fellow. He said there were 5 others here that disappeared the same time as Floon and we should check out a warehouse on Candle Lane with a snake on the door. That's where they worked."
"But, the Zhentarim you say? Yes, we should leave now."
Kestrell opens the door, steps outside and holds it open for the rest of the group.
"I did indeed make nice with that Gamin fellow. He said there were 5 others here that disappeared the same time as Floon and we should check out a warehouse on Candle Lane with a snake on the door. That's where they worked."
"But, the Zhentarim you say? Yes, we should leave now."
Kestrell opens the door, steps outside and holds it open for the rest of the group.
'Vassa nods, not surprised but clearly impressed by the rugged hunter's results, though he'll wait to leave last, happy to follow his resourceful companions from the room, and wanting to cast one more promise-tinged smile back in Adelaide's direction before leaving to stand with his friend's outside.'
"So now we've a name, Raener Neverember, and an address, Candle Lane was it, to investigate. Even discounting our fortune at the card table, I'd say that this morning's work has been a resounding success.
If you can wait a minute, i'll be right back. Or I can just catch up, either's fine!"
'Vassa runs into Old Xoblob's Shop and quickly enquires how much both the glass rook and the tear shaped earing are to buy, before purchasing the earing but sadly leaving the lone game piece behind. He'll then rush back out to rejoin his friends.'
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"FINALLY! I'm not saying I want to kill something, but it would be nice to at least cut something open!" He says very bluntly as they make their way out of the shithole establishment. Lockbox had a little pep in his very heavy steps as he went outside and scanned the streets. Please let there be trouble! He was starting to feel useless. He says back to Kess as everyone made their way outside with him. "I'm not afraid of no Zen-terrariums! I never really liked flowers anyways."
Perception: 15
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"Yup Vassa, that's a good summary of the mornings events. Not to mention catching the eye of the barmaid in there and filling your purse a little bit, aye?"
Kestrell laughs at Lockboxes's comment:
"But Lock, flowers can be so pretty! And they smell good."
As Asariel walks past Kestrell out the door he says:
"Thanks for the offer Asariel, that's very generous of you. Hopefully we won't be needing any extra gold once we find this Floon fellow!"
"Yup Vassa, that's a good summary of the mornings events. Not to mention catching the eye of the barmaid in there and filling your purse a little bit, aye?"
Kestrell laughs at Lockboxes's comment:
"But Lock, flowers can be so pretty! And they smell good."
As Asariel walks past Kestrell out the door he says:
"Thanks for the offer Asariel, that's very generous of you. Hopefully we won't be needing any extra gold once we find this Floon fellow!"
"I don't smell. Maybe if I smelled I would like them?"
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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((OOG I had to erase a fool. I thought I was attacking s melon. Not seeing if it was coming lol 😂 attack was 10 damage was 12 just FYI lol ))
Perception: 15
”How does one smell, Kess? I would like to learn how to do this...” Locks voice trails off as he wonders how great smelling even is. He’s heard people complain about horrible smells, but also fall in love at a scent. Maybe it was best he couldn’t smell, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wonder about it.
The melon strikes his back and he turns around quickly with his axe out. He sees it roll to the ground and picks it up and places it in his bag. “One could get hungry later.”
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"FINALLY! I'm not saying I want to kill something, but it would be nice to at least cut something open!" He says very bluntly as they make their way out of the shithole establishment. Lockbox had a little pep in his very heavy steps as he went outside and scanned the streets. Please let there be trouble! He was starting to feel useless. He says back to Kess as everyone made their way outside with him. "I'm not afraid of no Zen-terrariums! I never really liked flowers anyways."
Perception: 15
'Curious about what exactly his big friend is capable of and what makes him *tick*, especially now that the half-drow feels in his bones that the mystery of Floon's dissapearance won't be solved easily or without conflict, Vassa decides to begin a series of experiments. First he sneakily purchases a large melon from a street-side cart and, lagging back a little, tosses it with a mischevious smile at the warforged's back, calling out,'
"Yup Vassa, that's a good summary of the mornings events. Not to mention catching the eye of the barmaid in there and filling your purse a little bit, aye?"
'Raising a hand to placate the now-melon covered warforged, Vassa laughs and light-heartedly remarks,'
"Sorry about that Locky, but you did say that you wanted to cut something open. I wasn't sure if maybe you had one of those fancy swivel-spring mechanisms in your waist, like those I've seen some of the city's more skillful tinkerer's put into their mannequins and toys.
Oh, and thanks, Kes. I know that I can speak a little flowery at times, but I'm equally adept at surmising the obvious. And what can I say - I tend to catch eyes as readily as you probably catch elk and boar, judging by that mighty fine bow you carry.
And yes, it definitely feels good to again have a purse with something in it. Oh, and on that note,"
'Vassa flicks Kes 3 gold pieces, one at a time, in quick succession.'
"One's for you, my goodman Mr. Dusseldorf, and the other two I'd like you to hold on to for me, if you don't mind. They're for a slightly unpleasant chap back at the Portal who I owe a coin to. Of course, If I keep'em on me, there's no guarantee they'll still be there when we get back to Durnan's place. I'm a bit like that with coin, I'm afraid. 'Easy come, easy go' my dear pohkhar playing gran used to say!"
"I don't smell. Maybe if I smelled I would like them?"
'The bard curiously sniffs Locky's torso to see if he detects the smell of anything apart from ripe melon. Then realising what his enigmatic companion actually meant, Vassa repeatedly casts prestidigitation to create an ongoing series of interesting (or just disgusting smells) around his friend's head, trying to see if any of them register.'
"I don't smell. Maybe if I smelled I would like them?"
"You are an interesting fellow Lockbox, you don't sleep, you don't smell. Yes, I think that if you were able to smell, you would like flowers."
'Pausing his experimenting for a moment, and taking note of Kestrell's words, Vassa looks at Locky again and says with a rare note of thoughtfulness,'
"Not needing to sleep! Why, that's simply marvelous, Locky! No one likely to swipe your nuts and bolts in the middle of the night, and just think about about how many of the city's bars you could visit in a single night. In fact, think of how many bars I could visit in a single night, if you were to carry me? The Lockbox Designated Delivery Service... ahh, I can see it now, my metal friend. There's money to be made there, err, for you of course, I just know it!"
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“Lockbox’s Disintegrating Diservice is in business!” He pumps his arm up and down, seemingly excited st the prospect of easy money. “So what do we do now, I really don’t understand? Did we not find the friend? This is boring!”
“I am more than just metal, I am made of wood, sinew and a soul as well. Warforged friend is fine. Also, what is sinew?” He asks everyone, he was told it was in him but he had no idea what it was.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Aenio perks up looking to tell his new friend something”So you know how inside walls there are beams that keep the house together right? Well senew is like that but for keeping your bones connected to your muscles”
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”Ome as big as me would need beams to hold me together. That makes sense.“ Lockbox laughs, his weird mechanical laugh. Like someone was laughing in a bucket. “I am made of metal, wood, beams, and a soul then.”
He walks with his head higher, knowing he was built like a...well, he didn’t know what he was built like. Something tough, that’s for damned sure.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
“Lockbox’s Disintegrating Diservice is in business!” He pumps his arm up and down, seemingly excited st the prospect of easy money. “So what do we do now, I really don’t understand? Did we not find the friend? This is boring!”
“I am more than just metal, I am made of wood, sinew and a soul as well. Warforged friend is fine. Also, what is sinew?” He asks everyone, he was told it was in him but he had no idea what it was.
"Soo.. Locky. What exactly is a warforged? I can't say that I've ever heard of a being like you before, and I like to think that I've heard about a great many things from all over this wide and wonderful world."
Aenio perks up looking to tell his new friend something”So you know how inside walls there are beams that keep the house together right? Well senew is like that but for keeping your bones connected to your muscles”
'Recognising Aenio's obvious intelligence and book-learning, and appreciative of how elegantly he defined sinew to Locky using metaphor, Vassa also tells the wizard,'
"That was very nicely worded, Aenio. Short, simple and relevant. I mean, I know words and all, but I know them like a gardener knows flowers... if you know what I mean. I feel the need to show others my beautiful collection, to see them grow, to give them to friends and loved ones as gifts, to cast their petals on the wind...
You know them like a calligrapher knows pens and brushes. Precise strokes, used for deliberate effect, nothing wasted. I admire that. Just thought I'd let you know."
'Vassa goes back to experimenting with smells cast around Lockbox's head area.'
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Responding to Lockbox asking about how to smell, Kestrell says:
"Well, you just...wait...hmm. That's a good question. I don't know. Well, you know how you see things, and things have different colors? Smells are kind of like that, except you don't see them. You sense them in the air with your nose. Certain things give off different smells, some are good and some are bad."
After the melon comes crashing through and Vassa catches back up, Kestrell takes the gold:
"Got it, thanks! I'll hold onto these two gold for you, Vassa. You let me know when you need them!"
As they are walking along, Kestrell keeps smelling different things:
"What are all these smells going on here? My nose is overloaded!"
"Oh, where are we going, anyway?"
Remembering what Vassa said about a tail, Kestrell glances behind him periodically looking at the windows of stores they go by and looking for any furtive movements or signs of being followed.
Lockbox smells nothing, so the random smells around his face come and go without him noticing. He thinks for a moment about Vassa's question.
"I am a Warforged. I was created to be a destroyer. I have never met any of my kind, but I have heard rumors." Locky stops in his tracks, "Volo said he has heard of my kind, come across stories of others like me. I wish to meet them. I wish to not be alone." Starting to walk again, "Do you think that it is true? There are more like me out there?"
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"I don't know what those smells are, can you describe them?" Lockbox picks up a clump of refuse that was against a wall, "What does this smell like, friend? Good?" He asks with his head cocked to the side, holding out the clump of refuse in Kestrell's face.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"Oh, sorry. And an evil man made me to do his bidding. He was powerful too, but, my grip was more powerful," Lockbox throws the trash aside and raises his hand to show a clutching fist. "Fleshbags have such weak necks."
"His name was Hexnor the Untouched. But he got touched. And squeezed. If he would of let her live I would of done anything he asked. But, he did not let her live. He killed her. Naomokai. She was my friend. She was my only friend. She took care of me when no one else would." He voice drops to almost a whisper, "So I killed him. He shot her full of lightning, I grabbed him by his neck and started squeezing."
Lockbox walks lightly as he tells his tale as if he was doing dance moves. Almost swaying with his walk.
"He turned his magic on me, and somehow I prevailed. I squeezed until he was no more. The light went out of his eyes, I dropped him. I woke up with scars across my body." He traces his fingers over the intricate designs on his skin, his armor. What you may have thought were done by an expert hand you can actually see now the tendrils of electricity that must have danced across his whole body.
"Once I killed my creator, I knew I would not be safe in Thay. The Red Wizards frown upon creations turning against their creators." He stops Kestrell, placing a large four-fingered hand on his shoulder, turning him around, "I have not met not one other. No one. I am alone."
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"My gods man! That sounds horrible. An evil wizard, you say? Where was this at?"
Kestrell is turned around, feeling the strong hand on his shoulder:
"I can see how you squeezed him to death, you've got quite a grip! I''m sorry Lockbox, that is quite the...upbringing? I think it's safe to say now that you are with friends again!"
"I was a slave, and as a slave, I had no right to strike down a Red Wizard. And have you heard of the Unapproachable East? there is a land out that way called Thay. Run by powerful wizards, the Red Wizards. They are the Masters of Thay. Hundreds of thousands of slaves live within the borders of that evil country. Wasting their lives away at the expense of the Masters." Lockbox takes his hand of Kestrell's shoulder, "I would hope so. It has been a long time since Lockbox has had friends. And if not..." He raises his fist and makes a cracking sound.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"Wow, no I haven't heard of the Unapproachable East, or Thay. It sounds like a good place to stay away from. Are all of the slaves Warforged like yourself?"
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"I did indeed make nice with that Gamin fellow. He said there were 5 others here that disappeared the same time as Floon and we should check out a warehouse on Candle Lane with a snake on the door. That's where they worked."
"But, the Zhentarim you say? Yes, we should leave now."
Kestrell opens the door, steps outside and holds it open for the rest of the group.
'Vassa nods, not surprised but clearly impressed by the rugged hunter's results, though he'll wait to leave last, happy to follow his resourceful companions from the room, and wanting to cast one more promise-tinged smile back in Adelaide's direction before leaving to stand with his friend's outside.'
"So now we've a name, Raener Neverember, and an address, Candle Lane was it, to investigate. Even discounting our fortune at the card table, I'd say that this morning's work has been a resounding success.
If you can wait a minute, i'll be right back. Or I can just catch up, either's fine!"
'Vassa runs into Old Xoblob's Shop and quickly enquires how much both the glass rook and the tear shaped earing are to buy, before purchasing the earing but sadly leaving the lone game piece behind. He'll then rush back out to rejoin his friends.'
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"FINALLY! I'm not saying I want to kill something, but it would be nice to at least cut something open!" He says very bluntly as they make their way out of the shithole establishment. Lockbox had a little pep in his very heavy steps as he went outside and scanned the streets. Please let there be trouble! He was starting to feel useless. He says back to Kess as everyone made their way outside with him. "I'm not afraid of no Zen-terrariums! I never really liked flowers anyways."
Perception: 15
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"Yup Vassa, that's a good summary of the mornings events. Not to mention catching the eye of the barmaid in there and filling your purse a little bit, aye?"
Kestrell laughs at Lockboxes's comment:
"But Lock, flowers can be so pretty! And they smell good."
As Asariel walks past Kestrell out the door he says:
"Thanks for the offer Asariel, that's very generous of you. Hopefully we won't be needing any extra gold once we find this Floon fellow!"
"I don't smell. Maybe if I smelled I would like them?"
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"You are an interesting fellow Lockbox, you don't sleep, you don't smell. Yes, I think that if you were able to smell, you would like flowers."
((OOG I had to erase a fool. I thought I was attacking s melon. Not seeing if it was coming lol 😂 attack was 10 damage was 12 just FYI lol ))
Perception: 15
”How does one smell, Kess? I would like to learn how to do this...” Locks voice trails off as he wonders how great smelling even is. He’s heard people complain about horrible smells, but also fall in love at a scent. Maybe it was best he couldn’t smell, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wonder about it.
The melon strikes his back and he turns around quickly with his axe out. He sees it roll to the ground and picks it up and places it in his bag. “One could get hungry later.”
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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'Curious about what exactly his big friend is capable of and what makes him *tick*, especially now that the half-drow feels in his bones that the mystery of Floon's dissapearance won't be solved easily or without conflict, Vassa decides to begin a series of experiments. First he sneakily purchases a large melon from a street-side cart and, lagging back a little, tosses it with a mischevious smile at the warforged's back, calling out,'
"Hey Locky. Cut this open, will ya!"
[OOC] stealth check - 13 Attack: 21 Damage: 1
'Raising a hand to placate the now-melon covered warforged, Vassa laughs and light-heartedly remarks,'
"Sorry about that Locky, but you did say that you wanted to cut something open. I wasn't sure if maybe you had one of those fancy swivel-spring mechanisms in your waist, like those I've seen some of the city's more skillful tinkerer's put into their mannequins and toys.
Oh, and thanks, Kes. I know that I can speak a little flowery at times, but I'm equally adept at surmising the obvious. And what can I say - I tend to catch eyes as readily as you probably catch elk and boar, judging by that mighty fine bow you carry.
And yes, it definitely feels good to again have a purse with something in it. Oh, and on that note,"
'Vassa flicks Kes 3 gold pieces, one at a time, in quick succession.'
"One's for you, my goodman Mr. Dusseldorf, and the other two I'd like you to hold on to for me, if you don't mind. They're for a slightly unpleasant chap back at the Portal who I owe a coin to. Of course, If I keep'em on me, there's no guarantee they'll still be there when we get back to Durnan's place. I'm a bit like that with coin, I'm afraid. 'Easy come, easy go' my dear pohkhar playing gran used to say!"
'The bard curiously sniffs Locky's torso to see if he detects the smell of anything apart from ripe melon. Then realising what his enigmatic companion actually meant, Vassa repeatedly casts prestidigitation to create an ongoing series of interesting (or just disgusting smells) around his friend's head, trying to see if any of them register.'
'Pausing his experimenting for a moment, and taking note of Kestrell's words, Vassa looks at Locky again and says with a rare note of thoughtfulness,'
"Not needing to sleep! Why, that's simply marvelous, Locky! No one likely to swipe your nuts and bolts in the middle of the night, and just think about about how many of the city's bars you could visit in a single night. In fact, think of how many bars I could visit in a single night, if you were to carry me? The Lockbox Designated Delivery Service... ahh, I can see it now, my metal friend. There's money to be made there, err, for you of course, I just know it!"
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He considers Vassa’s words for a moment...
“Lockbox’s Disintegrating Diservice is in business!” He pumps his arm up and down, seemingly excited st the prospect of easy money. “So what do we do now, I really don’t understand? Did we not find the friend? This is boring!”
“I am more than just metal, I am made of wood, sinew and a soul as well. Warforged friend is fine. Also, what is sinew?” He asks everyone, he was told it was in him but he had no idea what it was.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Aenio perks up looking to tell his new friend something”So you know how inside walls there are beams that keep the house together right? Well senew is like that but for keeping your bones connected to your muscles”
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
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”Ome as big as me would need beams to hold me together. That makes sense.“ Lockbox laughs, his weird mechanical laugh. Like someone was laughing in a bucket. “I am made of metal, wood, beams, and a soul then.”
He walks with his head higher, knowing he was built like a...well, he didn’t know what he was built like. Something tough, that’s for damned sure.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Soo.. Locky. What exactly is a warforged? I can't say that I've ever heard of a being like you before, and I like to think that I've heard about a great many things from all over this wide and wonderful world."
'Recognising Aenio's obvious intelligence and book-learning, and appreciative of how elegantly he defined sinew to Locky using metaphor, Vassa also tells the wizard,'
"That was very nicely worded, Aenio. Short, simple and relevant. I mean, I know words and all, but I know them like a gardener knows flowers... if you know what I mean. I feel the need to show others my beautiful collection, to see them grow, to give them to friends and loved ones as gifts, to cast their petals on the wind...
You know them like a calligrapher knows pens and brushes. Precise strokes, used for deliberate effect, nothing wasted. I admire that. Just thought I'd let you know."
'Vassa goes back to experimenting with smells cast around Lockbox's head area.'
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Responding to Lockbox asking about how to smell, Kestrell says:
"Well, you just...wait...hmm. That's a good question. I don't know. Well, you know how you see things, and things have different colors? Smells are kind of like that, except you don't see them. You sense them in the air with your nose. Certain things give off different smells, some are good and some are bad."
After the melon comes crashing through and Vassa catches back up, Kestrell takes the gold:
"Got it, thanks! I'll hold onto these two gold for you, Vassa. You let me know when you need them!"
As they are walking along, Kestrell keeps smelling different things:
"What are all these smells going on here? My nose is overloaded!"
"Oh, where are we going, anyway?"
Remembering what Vassa said about a tail, Kestrell glances behind him periodically looking at the windows of stores they go by and looking for any furtive movements or signs of being followed.
Perception: 18
Lockbox smells nothing, so the random smells around his face come and go without him noticing. He thinks for a moment about Vassa's question.
"I am a Warforged. I was created to be a destroyer. I have never met any of my kind, but I have heard rumors." Locky stops in his tracks, "Volo said he has heard of my kind, come across stories of others like me. I wish to meet them. I wish to not be alone." Starting to walk again, "Do you think that it is true? There are more like me out there?"
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"I don't know what those smells are, can you describe them?" Lockbox picks up a clump of refuse that was against a wall, "What does this smell like, friend? Good?" He asks with his head cocked to the side, holding out the clump of refuse in Kestrell's face.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"You haven't met any others of your kind?? Who created you?"
As Lockbox sticks the pile of garbage in his face, Kestrell gasps and pushes it away:
"Ack, ugh! That smells horrible! Definitely does not smell like flowers!"
"Oh, sorry. And an evil man made me to do his bidding. He was powerful too, but, my grip was more powerful," Lockbox throws the trash aside and raises his hand to show a clutching fist. "Fleshbags have such weak necks."
"His name was Hexnor the Untouched. But he got touched. And squeezed. If he would of let her live I would of done anything he asked. But, he did not let her live. He killed her. Naomokai. She was my friend. She was my only friend. She took care of me when no one else would." He voice drops to almost a whisper, "So I killed him. He shot her full of lightning, I grabbed him by his neck and started squeezing."
Lockbox walks lightly as he tells his tale as if he was doing dance moves. Almost swaying with his walk.
"He turned his magic on me, and somehow I prevailed. I squeezed until he was no more. The light went out of his eyes, I dropped him. I woke up with scars across my body." He traces his fingers over the intricate designs on his skin, his armor. What you may have thought were done by an expert hand you can actually see now the tendrils of electricity that must have danced across his whole body.
"Once I killed my creator, I knew I would not be safe in Thay. The Red Wizards frown upon creations turning against their creators." He stops Kestrell, placing a large four-fingered hand on his shoulder, turning him around, "I have not met not one other. No one. I am alone."
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"My gods man! That sounds horrible. An evil wizard, you say? Where was this at?"
Kestrell is turned around, feeling the strong hand on his shoulder:
"I can see how you squeezed him to death, you've got quite a grip! I''m sorry Lockbox, that is quite the...upbringing? I think it's safe to say now that you are with friends again!"
"I was a slave, and as a slave, I had no right to strike down a Red Wizard. And have you heard of the Unapproachable East? there is a land out that way called Thay. Run by powerful wizards, the Red Wizards. They are the Masters of Thay. Hundreds of thousands of slaves live within the borders of that evil country. Wasting their lives away at the expense of the Masters." Lockbox takes his hand of Kestrell's shoulder, "I would hope so. It has been a long time since Lockbox has had friends. And if not..." He raises his fist and makes a cracking sound.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Wow, no I haven't heard of the Unapproachable East, or Thay. It sounds like a good place to stay away from. Are all of the slaves Warforged like yourself?"