Puppy Vaken looks to Token and says"ar rooff, rrowff, arf arf woof"
When Kay picks Puppy Vaken up, he leans over and licks her face. As Kay exits the cabin, he lets out "Ayooo"
Puppy Vaken tells Token that he's glad to meet him and hopes they can be friends. Then, as he was leaving the cabin, he was saying something akin to "woohoo!" or "yeah!" because Vaken (in both forms) didn't like that place.
'As they stand in the clearing, Kestrell fills up his remaining waterskin from the brook, checks that Kay has both puppies and then a thought comes to him.'
"Vaken, can you understand me? I've heard of this, but have never seen it in person."
Puppy Vaken looks to Token and says"ar rooff, rrowff, arf arf woof"
When Kay picks Puppy Vaken up, he leans over and licks her face. As Kay exits the cabin, he lets out "Ayooo"
Puppy Vaken tells Token that he's glad to meet him and hopes they can be friends. Then, as he was leaving the cabin, he was saying something akin to "woohoo!" or "yeah!" because Vaken (in both forms) didn't like that place.
Token finishes pushing his nose into puppy Vaken's belly and responds in kind with "ruff-ruff, rrr, ruf-ruf, arf-arf-arf, *pant-pant-pant-pant* wwwoof! Ruff-arf-ruff-arf-arff, yap-yap-yap, yapyapyapyapyapyapyapyapyap... ruff!
As Kay picks you both up, Token licks the sail monkey's other cheek, before continuing with, "Bow-wow, arf-arf, yip-yip-yip!"
"Yay! Another one of me! Oh, that makes me so happy. I don't think that the grey whiskered one liked me and the cold lady was so cold! But their house was FUN!
So where are we going now? Huh? Where are we going, wherearewegoing? Wherearewegoing-wherearewegoing? Wehearewegoinwherearewegoingwherearewegoing???
Hmm, she's nice and warm... but smells like squished bugs!"
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"Gratitude, Lady Naskeen." 'Kay says and curtsies in her direction. She gently picks up Token and Vaken in both arms and heads out the door and over to where Orlys stands.'
"You are welcome, horizonheart. We will meet again... I hope."
A'ro just smiles finishing the tea and politely setting the cup down "I will miss her to, though this would be a nice place to visit whenever I'm land bound."
He just watches his companions leave as he gets up "I'll be out in a second." he just stands waiting for the last to leave.
'As the last of A'ro's shipmates file from the cottage, Naskeen turns expectantly towards the genasi sorcerer and lightly pushes the door almost all the way closed. Patiently examining the master of sail's face with her own burnt and slashed white-eyed visage, the haunting apothecary says nothing as she stands waiting.'
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A'ro looks to the woman and smiles as he begins to ask his questions.
"I was wondering if you could answer a couple questions - I noticed the magic you used early helped you see a little better than most. Do you know anything about a man named Boreas or his staff? Additionally, the pillars when they reacted to that staff, something happened with my primordial connection - it seemed to strengthen and call me towards the pillar. Do you know why it may have done that?"
Orlys turns as the party begins to emerge from the cottage. He climbs to his short legs, towering over everyone (now that Vaken is a teensy puppy). He will snuffle noses with the doggies if Kay is still holding them.
To her invitation to speak with the captain, he nods. “I’ll be glad for an opening to speak with yur Capt’n. He has taken in a motley crew, p’raps there is room for one more. I am... not so keen on ‘ow the guard in Rumbottom will be ‘bout lettin me through...” he scratches his head, and looks towards town. “Uh... on account o’ me bein’ a monster an all.”
He stands there a moment. “Don’t s’pose any o you ave a way to sneak a 7 foot bugbear on board, d’you?”
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Both puppies seem preoccupied currently and pay Kestrell no mind, but the be-goggled Virt looks over with a somewhat tense look on his hairless blue face and says,'
"Aye, it's probably a thrice-cursed spider squirrel, knowin' this blasted wood! Let's hope A'ro hurries, so we can begone from this crazy place and back to the sanity of the town and waiting ship."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
A'ro looks to the woman and smiles as he begins to ask his questions.
"I was wondering if you could answer a couple questions - I noticed the magic you used early helped you see a little better than most. Do you know anything about a man named Boreas or his staff? Additionally, the pillars when they reacted to that staff, something happened with my primordial connection - it seemed to strengthen and call me towards the pillar. Do you know why it may have done that?"
Nodding her head slowly, seemingly not surprised at all by the questions, Naskeen mutters quietly in that dessicated voice of hers as her milky gaze locks onto A'ro's,'
"I see only what the stars allow me to see, stormborn. Of Boreas, I am aware, or at least some tales I have heard and may share. Real he is, though drunken sailors may argue otherwise. A giant among men, is the Storm Captain. Or was, when last sighted by one who lived to tell of it, many moons ago. His jagged sails rode the waves off the distant Wester Rocks, or so it was whispered. Anchored there still, perhaps, though those dread waters are home to fearsome foes, some two legged, some none. Few dare face the Accord to find out!
Yes, primordial your essence is... though diluted. Did I not mentioned the once feared Eladrin elementalist who walked, nay ruled, these very woods an age ago? Do you think that such beings leave nothing of themselves behind when they fade or are torn from this world? Echos and shadows such remnants may be, but dangerous still for all of that. Reveal themselves and call to scions of the elements such leavings might, but guard yourself, windwalker! Let knowledge be your shield and weigh courage with caution... for what is gone may not always so remain."
With her final words, the flame-haired apothecary shudders involuntarily and shakes her pale face from side-to-side, as though trying to shake some ill gotten thoughts from her bothered mind. Without further utterance, the cryptic woodswoman opens her door once more and this time steps out onto her porch, her cold white face sweeping the nearby clearing as she waits for the inquisitive genasi to leave her home.'
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Orlys turns as the party begins to emerge from the cottage. He climbs to his short legs, towering over everyone (now that Vaken is a teensy puppy). He will snuffle noses with the doggies if Kay is still holding them.
To her invitation to speak with the captain, he nods. “I’ll be glad for an opening to speak with yur Capt’n. He has taken in a motley crew, p’raps there is room for one more. I am... not so keen on ‘ow the guard in Rumbottom will be ‘bout lettin me through...” he scratches his head, and looks towards town. “Uh... on account o’ me bein’ a monster an all.”
He stands there a moment. “Don’t s’pose any o you ave a way to sneak a 7 foot bugbear on board, d’you?”
Awaiting Kay's response, Orlys looks across as the cottage door opens once again. However, instead of seeing the familiar face of the white-haired genasi emerge, the hulking but exhausted bugbear sees a slight, heavily cloaked form emerge onto the porch, cowl down upon her shoulders, fire hair and pale mutilated face exposed to view. Even from a distance of fifty feet and more, standing amidst the trees that verge the disquieting and otherworldly clearing, the hardened beserkers hair stands up on edge as the sailor feels the wieght of the diminutive woman's presence and gaze. Fearful thoughts of a thousand crawling legs and biting fangs wash over Orlys, momentarily sapping his already fatigued limbs of their remaining strength. Reaching out to steady himself against a nearby tree, the disabling feeling passes, but leaves behind in its place an inexplicable coldness that seems to sit near the core of the usually fearless fighter, resting by his fierce heart like a lump of misting ice.'
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'Kay finally has enough of the puppies licking her face and lets them down, saying,' "Now don't wander, these woods are dangerous, understand?"
'At Orly's question, Kay scrunches and then scratches her nose.' "Might be, friend. Not all roads to Rumbottom have guards. How d'ya feel about cloaks and dinghies?"
As the puppies race off, Orlys pulls his gaze from the woman, pretending (poorly) he did not notice her, and responds to Kay. “I am not unfamiliar with either cloaks or small boats.”
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
As the puppies race off, Orlys pulls his gaze from the woman, pretending (poorly) he did not notice her, and responds to Kay. “I am not unfamiliar with either cloaks or small boats.”
"We might be able to talk you in to the city as well. Oh! I've got it. We can say that we have orders from our captain to return you to his ship. And it's mostly true too. Don't worry, Bugbear, we'll get you to the ship. Do you like cookies?"
'Kestrell turns to the cabin.'
"A'ro, let's go!"
'If they are about to head out, Kestrell takes a sip of the yellow vial then passed it around and says:'
"Take a sip of this, it will let us through the brambles. Kay, can you carry the pups? If so, they shouldn't need any of the potion."
Puppy Vaken looks to Token and says "ar rooff, rrowff, arf arf woof"
When Kay picks Puppy Vaken up, he leans over and licks her face. As Kay exits the cabin, he lets out "Ayooo"
Puppy Vaken tells Token that he's glad to meet him and hopes they can be friends. Then, as he was leaving the cabin, he was saying something akin to "woohoo!" or "yeah!" because Vaken (in both forms) didn't like that place.
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'As they stand in the clearing, Kestrell fills up his remaining waterskin from the brook, checks that Kay has both puppies and then a thought comes to him.'
"Vaken, can you understand me? I've heard of this, but have never seen it in person."
"Can you speak in that shape?"
In response to Kestrell's first question, puppy Vaken says "bruf" and nods his head.
After the second he emits a short whine, and shakes his head 'no'.
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"Alright, we can understand each other then. That's something. Can you talk to the other puppy? "
"Is he just a puppy or something else? Give me one 'bruf' for just a puppy, two for something else."
Token finishes pushing his nose into puppy Vaken's belly and responds in kind with "ruff-ruff, rrr, ruf-ruf, arf-arf-arf, *pant-pant-pant-pant* wwwoof! Ruff-arf-ruff-arf-arff, yap-yap-yap, yapyapyapyapyapyapyapyapyap... ruff!
As Kay picks you both up, Token licks the sail monkey's other cheek, before continuing with, "Bow-wow, arf-arf, yip-yip-yip!"
"Yay! Another one of me! Oh, that makes me so happy. I don't think that the grey whiskered one liked me and the cold lady was so cold! But their house was FUN!
So where are we going now? Huh? Where are we going, wherearewegoing? Wherearewegoing-wherearewegoing? Wehearewegoinwherearewegoingwherearewegoing???
Hmm, she's nice and warm... but smells like squished bugs!"
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"You are welcome, horizonheart. We will meet again... I hope."
'As the last of A'ro's shipmates file from the cottage, Naskeen turns expectantly towards the genasi sorcerer and lightly pushes the door almost all the way closed. Patiently examining the master of sail's face with her own burnt and slashed white-eyed visage, the haunting apothecary says nothing as she stands waiting.'
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Puppy Vaken says "bruf" and nods his head.
Puppy Vaken looks to Token, "rrr ruf-ruf arf-arf rrowff, arf arf woof bork arf-arf, growl, ruf, Ruff arf ruff arf arff"
I am puppy but also man. You are puppy, are you also something else too?
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"Squirrel!"
'Kestrell points to the nearby woods!'
"Rrr-ruff-ruff-arf-grrr, woof-WOOF...yap-yap-yap, ruff!"
'You're funny! Ha! We're the same... puppies! Not man. Ha! Funny!"
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A'ro looks to the woman and smiles as he begins to ask his questions.
"I was wondering if you could answer a couple questions - I noticed the magic you used early helped you see a little better than most. Do you know anything about a man named Boreas or his staff? Additionally, the pillars when they reacted to that staff, something happened with my primordial connection - it seemed to strengthen and call me towards the pillar. Do you know why it may have done that?"
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'Kay giggles at being licked by the two puppies.'
~♡~
Orlys turns as the party begins to emerge from the cottage. He climbs to his short legs, towering over everyone (now that Vaken is a teensy puppy). He will snuffle noses with the doggies if Kay is still holding them.
To her invitation to speak with the captain, he nods. “I’ll be glad for an opening to speak with yur Capt’n. He has taken in a motley crew, p’raps there is room for one more. I am... not so keen on ‘ow the guard in Rumbottom will be ‘bout lettin me through...” he scratches his head, and looks towards town. “Uh... on account o’ me bein’ a monster an all.”
He stands there a moment. “Don’t s’pose any o you ave a way to sneak a 7 foot bugbear on board, d’you?”
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Both puppies seem preoccupied currently and pay Kestrell no mind, but the be-goggled Virt looks over with a somewhat tense look on his hairless blue face and says,'
"Aye, it's probably a thrice-cursed spider squirrel, knowin' this blasted wood! Let's hope A'ro hurries, so we can begone from this crazy place and back to the sanity of the town and waiting ship."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Nodding her head slowly, seemingly not surprised at all by the questions, Naskeen mutters quietly in that dessicated voice of hers as her milky gaze locks onto A'ro's,'
"I see only what the stars allow me to see, stormborn. Of Boreas, I am aware, or at least some tales I have heard and may share. Real he is, though drunken sailors may argue otherwise. A giant among men, is the Storm Captain. Or was, when last sighted by one who lived to tell of it, many moons ago. His jagged sails rode the waves off the distant Wester Rocks, or so it was whispered. Anchored there still, perhaps, though those dread waters are home to fearsome foes, some two legged, some none. Few dare face the Accord to find out!
Yes, primordial your essence is... though diluted. Did I not mentioned the once feared Eladrin elementalist who walked, nay ruled, these very woods an age ago? Do you think that such beings leave nothing of themselves behind when they fade or are torn from this world? Echos and shadows such remnants may be, but dangerous still for all of that. Reveal themselves and call to scions of the elements such leavings might, but guard yourself, windwalker! Let knowledge be your shield and weigh courage with caution... for what is gone may not always so remain."
With her final words, the flame-haired apothecary shudders involuntarily and shakes her pale face from side-to-side, as though trying to shake some ill gotten thoughts from her bothered mind. Without further utterance, the cryptic woodswoman opens her door once more and this time steps out onto her porch, her cold white face sweeping the nearby clearing as she waits for the inquisitive genasi to leave her home.'
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Awaiting Kay's response, Orlys looks across as the cottage door opens once again. However, instead of seeing the familiar face of the white-haired genasi emerge, the hulking but exhausted bugbear sees a slight, heavily cloaked form emerge onto the porch, cowl down upon her shoulders, fire hair and pale mutilated face exposed to view. Even from a distance of fifty feet and more, standing amidst the trees that verge the disquieting and otherworldly clearing, the hardened beserkers hair stands up on edge as the sailor feels the wieght of the diminutive woman's presence and gaze. Fearful thoughts of a thousand crawling legs and biting fangs wash over Orlys, momentarily sapping his already fatigued limbs of their remaining strength. Reaching out to steady himself against a nearby tree, the disabling feeling passes, but leaves behind in its place an inexplicable coldness that seems to sit near the core of the usually fearless fighter, resting by his fierce heart like a lump of misting ice.'
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'Kay finally has enough of the puppies licking her face and lets them down, saying,' "Now don't wander, these woods are dangerous, understand?"
'At Orly's question, Kay scrunches and then scratches her nose.' "Might be, friend. Not all roads to Rumbottom have guards. How d'ya feel about cloaks and dinghies?"
animal handling : 15 for puppy herding oof
~♡~
As the puppies race off, Orlys pulls his gaze from the woman, pretending (poorly) he did not notice her, and responds to Kay. “I am not unfamiliar with either cloaks or small boats.”
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
"We might be able to talk you in to the city as well. Oh! I've got it. We can say that we have orders from our captain to return you to his ship. And it's mostly true too. Don't worry, Bugbear, we'll get you to the ship. Do you like cookies?"
'Kestrell turns to the cabin.'
"A'ro, let's go!"
'If they are about to head out, Kestrell takes a sip of the yellow vial then passed it around and says:'
"Take a sip of this, it will let us through the brambles. Kay, can you carry the pups? If so, they shouldn't need any of the potion."
Orlys sips the potion reluctantly.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Puppy Vaken walks up to Orly's and butts his head against the bugbear's leg, trying to get his attention.
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