Twitch, somewhat overwhelmed by that, just looked at Corti for a while, before starting again :"I'm so sorry Corty, I had no idea how hurtful th' t'ings I says cud be. I hope ye knows I dinnae mean them in a bad way. 's awful how y'all are bein' treated, an' I'm happy t'see tha' our struggle is givin' ya hope fer yer own fights ta come. I'm 'fraid t'ask, but d'ye haf sumthin' like a family?"
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Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Brandt helps Colette to her feet. "Yeah, we can get you a crossbow. It's pretty similar to firing a gun, so I won't have to teach you how to aim and fire, but there's not as much recoil. And maybe we can get something for your collarbone."
Thia would walk in pace with the pair, listening intently. Her cheeks would turn a light shade of pink as it is the second time they’ve praised her for helping. She was thankful for their kind words and it filled her with a small sense of pride and confidence, though she always tried to keep her ego in check. Thia would also make note of the pronoun correction as she would hate to disrespect Alexis accidentally, as she assumed their pronoun last time.
Thia could tell the human male was passionate and she respected that. It’s not uncommon for her training to be questioned due to her age. Once Wilfred took a pause from his string of questions Thia would take her turn to speak, “My father was a scholarly man; my mother, more of a wild child. They isolated me from the warring world and together they homeschooled me.” She’d pause, “Father taught me the ‘way of books’ he’d call it. He focused on reading, researching and critical thinking. This is where I took to studying anatomy. On the other hand...” she’d scoff as her own pun before continuing “My mother taught me the ‘way of the land’. Surviving off the land with a focus on herbalism.” Thia would look up to the sky reminiscing, then focus back on the direction they were walking. “That was the foundation of my learning. Eventually I craved more and didn’t believe they had more to teach me, so I begged to be sent out for an apprenticeship.” Letting out soft sigh, she’d continue, “Father secured me an apprenticeship with an alchemy master from a local guild of alchemists and apothecaries. This is where my practical experience begins. I’ve floated through our network, going where I was needed. I took interest and focused on tending and rehabilitating war veterans.” She couldn’t help but shrug a little, “Their quality of life shouldn’t end with a disability or missing limb. Soldiers aren’t all they should be...” she’d trail off.
Colette looked at Brandt, amused at his concern for her collarbone, but also disenchanted by his suggestion of getting her a crossbow. "I thought you might be able to teach me how to shoot a pistol, too. I like the noise the gun makes, it makes me feel powerful, like I'm bringing the rage of the storm with me. Firearms are something new and beautiful, but deadly. I need that. A crossbow is dangerous, sure, but no one fears a prostitute with a hand crossbow. A pistol on the other hand..." Her eyes shone with a fevered imagination.
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Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Wilfred perked up at Thia's tale. "And? The masters here in Duskrock, what do they teach you? Alexis told me you weren't bad, but how much of that did you learn and do you get to train with your masters? What is it they have you do?"
Alexis interrupted: "Wilfred, please. The poor girl has agreed to come along, not to be grilled like this. Why are you asking her all these questions? Surely if she has an interest in helping out that should be enough?" "Respond, child. I'll tell you why I ask after." Wilfred's response was determined, like he wouldn't allow another question on the matter.
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"A pistol. I suppose that you could handle one of those. Do you know if there's a place in Duskrock where you could buy one? Because this rifle was something I made myself. If there's not a store, I could probably buy the supplies and make you a pistol, but that would probably take a few days."
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Arc gives a small nod at the information, "Thank you Lucius, your help is appreciated as always. Tell father that I'll do as I've always done. You need only worry about my father's heart with all the stress he's putting himself in." He moves to leave the estate, "If I for whatever reason get strung up by rioters or held ransom, please inform me upon my return how pleased father was to hear about it." With that, Arc leaves the family estate fully geared and even with some of his extra tools, and heads for the Forge factory owned by his family.
"I'm sorry Brandt, but apart from the Dragoons, and maybe some Marines or mercenaries, I don't know anyone in Duskrock who'd use guns. I have no idea whether there even are gunsmiths or alchemical artillerists in Duskrock selling their creations. But I'm sure that the tinkerers in Uptown will have the resources necessary. I'll try to pay you back, but I don't know how much the ingredients are going to cost me." Colette seemed fire and flame at the idea of getting her own pistol made.
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It takes Arc about an hour to get to the Forge, using several cabs on the way. Approaching the factory, he realised with some annoyance that most of the factories in this part of the district lay silent, their smokestacks jutting still into the air, like dead trees after a storm. A smile creeped up one of his corners, as he did a rough calculation of the losses that the strikes must have incurred already, and just how much they had annoyed father... He first thought that dealing with the Krulls was nothing but a distraction, but Mrs Krulls rescue had openend interesting possibilities. Now, however, it was a top priority to secure his future funding. Or find out as much about this errant warforged unit as he could before father closed the money tap.
As he approached the factory yard, he saw about ten workers, laughing, dancing and singing on the yard, sat on slag piles or on the floor. Their strike, if one could call it that, was therefore still ongoing.
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"It'll be cheaper to buy the raw supplies than it will be to have a gun commissioned for you. Let's go to Uptown. I need to get a meeting with the Canniths anyway."
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Colette eagerly agrees, and the two of them make their way back into the city and towards the tinkerer's quarters in Uptown, on the way to the Northward, where brandt hopes to encounter a representative of the Cannith family.
As the two of them pass along the streets of the Eastern Fields, a newspaper boy runs past them, praising his paper and trying to get rid of the large stack of papers under his arm, which he somewhat less than successfully drags through the streets. "Ev'ryone, listen up! There's new developments in 'vargo, the Imps have taken Oroszgrad. The council's meetin' with Sparks to decide about the railroads. Wha' will it mean for the city's workers? An' lastly, read all about the case of the Doomed Dragoons! Is there a murderer loose in town? Is it a conspiracy? Buy the Tribune and find out!"
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Colette just nods, and follows along as Brandt heads onwards to Uptown. Upon reaching the district, he was stunned by the sights and sounds. Walking along the main street, he saw a different tavern, inn or bar at every corner, most adorned with the insignia of either a guild, university, or a student circle, denoting their typical clientele. In between the taverns were a smattering of ateliers, workshops, galleries, and warehouses to store materials. The entire area seemed to scream modernity, and people on the street were dressed in a multitude of fashions, or deliberately in contrast to any of them. Most of the passersby were young students, hurrying between lectures at the nearby universities, or enjoying a break in one of the taverns. Looking around, and particularly further down the narrow alleys however, brandt could make out some more reserved figures, belonging to the tinkerers and artists who made up the other parts of the denizens of Uptown.
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Tarian took the coat but could not hide her dubious expression as she folded it over. There’s no way I can wear a gang founder’s jacket in Duskrock. If one of the Skins saw me in this, someone would surely recognize it, and I’d be murdered for flying the boss’s colors. If members of any other gang recognized it, they’d kill me for being in a rival gang. Still… Tarian looked at Saelvek and Sylvia. If this is somehow found in their possession, it wouldn’t go well for them, either. Worse, maybe.
Tarian offered a tight smile. “I’m shurre it’ll sehrve me well.”
I’ll have to figure out what to do with this later.
Tarian explained to Saelvek and Sylvia how to get to her hometown, and requested to borrow some parchment to write down the directions, just in case. “When you get there, if anyone gives you trouble, tell them the little valkyrie sent you. Either they’ll leave you alone or take you to my—eh, the sheriff. I’ll send a letter ahead to let him know what’s what. I’m overdue to send a letter, anyway.”
Tarian took a few extra minutes and an extra sheet of parchment to quickly write a letter to home.
Dear mother and father
Life in Duskrock has been a challenge, as you said, but I am making use of the skills you taught me to earn a living in town. The work doesn’t always pay well, but I have a roof over my head, enough to eat, and I’ve taken care to not get sick. I have a new large job I am working on, so I won’t be able to visit for a while.
At some point in the future, a couple may arrive saying I sent them. You’ll know them because they’ll call me what you all used to call me when I first started training. They have been through some troubling times in the big city, and would like to settle somewhere quieter. They’ll need help from both of you.
With love and respect
Tarian
Her handwriting was messy but readable, unlike the chicken scratch of her father or the neat, flowing script of her mother. It was something distinctly Tarian. She fanned the two sheets to ensure they were dry and folded them both, keeping the letter to home for herself and handing the directions to Sylvia. “The sheriff will be a man with dark hair, large build, about a hand’s length taller than me, and missing his right arm from a little below the shoulder. There’s really only one town doctor, but she’s about as good as they come. Remember to tell them the little valkyrie sent you.”
Tarian bundled Saelvek’s wool coat such that the dark blue hid as much of the golden trim as possible, and tucked that and the letter under her elbow. She offered a handshake to Saelvek and Sylvia in turn, and made for the door. “And Mister Saelvek, don’t forget to resolve your issues with Mister Cannith before accepting his help. He seems a temperamental sort.”
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"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
Out of context, also applicable to Dungeons & Dragons.
Taking note of all the warehouses, Milo continues his stroll back to the Forge (right?) to visit his new favorite information source. The girl selling the papers. “What can you tell me of the Skins and Suits?” Milo will ask.
Thia would chuckle a little to herself listening to the two. She appreciated Alexis' protest, but Wilfed's insistence had her captivated. Thia would take a moment before responding, making sure she'd remember to answer all of his questions, "They've taught me how to dress and tend a range of wounds early on. The 'basics', I suppose" She'd kind of shrug, "But I guess that's assumed."
"I do train with them, hands on, as an apprentice should. I've observed and assisted with amputations, cauterization, installation of hooks and pegs..." Thia would flex her hand as a reflex. "I've been in charge of observing post op patients. I'd watch for and deal with infections. Create and apply salves. Begin their long road of rehabilitation..." she'd trail off. "Of course I research and document throughout these processes, hoping that maybe we, me, or somebody, could find better solutions."
Milo can hear the newspaper girl long before he sees her. "Get yer copy of the Herald today! There's an exclusive on "Lighting" Stormwind, the fearless skyskipper!" As Milo approached, she suddenly turned around, startled by him. "Oh, hey Mister. Do ya wanna copy of th' Herald? 's only two copper!" She held out her right palm towards him, as she pondered his question. "Why'd you wanna know 'bout them lot? An' why'd you think I knows them? They donnae put kids on the streets, tha's the Pack, Crows an' the Razorcaps do tha'."
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Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
"Hmm. That's surprisingly thorough, for a learned type." Wilfred seemed satisfied with her answer, and moved along the dirt path, winding through the camp of Cyrean refugees they had reached by now. At the sight of Alexis and him, an amber-skinned woodelf approached thm, her eyes red from crying. "Please, my son, he's sick. He needs your help." Thia is surprised to learn that the people here seemingly recognise the Veiled Valor by their insignia alone, but before pondering the implications of this, Alexis and Wilfred usher her inside the tent.
There, on a pile of rotting straw covered with a stained flaxen sheet, lies a young boy, maybe six years old. His skin is pale and slick with sweat, and hot to the touch. His eyes are half opened, but the words he mumbles are nothing more than feverish ramblings.
"Please, I don't know what's wrong with my boy. Can you help him?"
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Milo gives the girl a Silver for the paper. “Thanks”. I recently had a run in with the brutes. Nasty ones they be, figured I would try to get some information on them. Don’t worry about it.”
Arc approaches the "strikers", and calls out to them in his usual calm tone, "Pardon me, I'm looking for a Warforged who was amongst the protest yesterday. Would you happen to know where I can find her?" He personally has no real opinion about the strikers, they have their own valid reasons, but so did the ones who employed them. His family included....though his father's reason was mostly back by pride and "prestige", what ever value that was worth.
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Twitch, somewhat overwhelmed by that, just looked at Corti for a while, before starting again :"I'm so sorry Corty, I had no idea how hurtful th' t'ings I says cud be. I hope ye knows I dinnae mean them in a bad way. 's awful how y'all are bein' treated, an' I'm happy t'see tha' our struggle is givin' ya hope fer yer own fights ta come. I'm 'fraid t'ask, but d'ye haf sumthin' like a family?"
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Brandt helps Colette to her feet. "Yeah, we can get you a crossbow. It's pretty similar to firing a gun, so I won't have to teach you how to aim and fire, but there's not as much recoil. And maybe we can get something for your collarbone."
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Thia would walk in pace with the pair, listening intently. Her cheeks would turn a light shade of pink as it is the second time they’ve praised her for helping. She was thankful for their kind words and it filled her with a small sense of pride and confidence, though she always tried to keep her ego in check. Thia would also make note of the pronoun correction as she would hate to disrespect Alexis accidentally, as she assumed their pronoun last time.
Thia could tell the human male was passionate and she respected that. It’s not uncommon for her training to be questioned due to her age. Once Wilfred took a pause from his string of questions Thia would take her turn to speak, “My father was a scholarly man; my mother, more of a wild child. They isolated me from the warring world and together they homeschooled me.” She’d pause, “Father taught me the ‘way of books’ he’d call it. He focused on reading, researching and critical thinking. This is where I took to studying anatomy. On the other hand...” she’d scoff as her own pun before continuing “My mother taught me the ‘way of the land’. Surviving off the land with a focus on herbalism.” Thia would look up to the sky reminiscing, then focus back on the direction they were walking. “That was the foundation of my learning. Eventually I craved more and didn’t believe they had more to teach me, so I begged to be sent out for an apprenticeship.” Letting out soft sigh, she’d continue, “Father secured me an apprenticeship with an alchemy master from a local guild of alchemists and apothecaries. This is where my practical experience begins. I’ve floated through our network, going where I was needed. I took interest and focused on tending and rehabilitating war veterans.” She couldn’t help but shrug a little, “Their quality of life shouldn’t end with a disability or missing limb. Soldiers aren’t all they should be...” she’d trail off.
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Colette looked at Brandt, amused at his concern for her collarbone, but also disenchanted by his suggestion of getting her a crossbow. "I thought you might be able to teach me how to shoot a pistol, too. I like the noise the gun makes, it makes me feel powerful, like I'm bringing the rage of the storm with me. Firearms are something new and beautiful, but deadly. I need that. A crossbow is dangerous, sure, but no one fears a prostitute with a hand crossbow. A pistol on the other hand..." Her eyes shone with a fevered imagination.
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Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
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Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Wilfred perked up at Thia's tale. "And? The masters here in Duskrock, what do they teach you? Alexis told me you weren't bad, but how much of that did you learn and do you get to train with your masters? What is it they have you do?"
Alexis interrupted: "Wilfred, please. The poor girl has agreed to come along, not to be grilled like this. Why are you asking her all these questions? Surely if she has an interest in helping out that should be enough?" "Respond, child. I'll tell you why I ask after." Wilfred's response was determined, like he wouldn't allow another question on the matter.
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Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
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"A pistol. I suppose that you could handle one of those. Do you know if there's a place in Duskrock where you could buy one? Because this rifle was something I made myself. If there's not a store, I could probably buy the supplies and make you a pistol, but that would probably take a few days."
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Arc gives a small nod at the information, "Thank you Lucius, your help is appreciated as always. Tell father that I'll do as I've always done. You need only worry about my father's heart with all the stress he's putting himself in." He moves to leave the estate, "If I for whatever reason get strung up by rioters or held ransom, please inform me upon my return how pleased father was to hear about it." With that, Arc leaves the family estate fully geared and even with some of his extra tools, and heads for the Forge factory owned by his family.
"I'm sorry Brandt, but apart from the Dragoons, and maybe some Marines or mercenaries, I don't know anyone in Duskrock who'd use guns. I have no idea whether there even are gunsmiths or alchemical artillerists in Duskrock selling their creations. But I'm sure that the tinkerers in Uptown will have the resources necessary. I'll try to pay you back, but I don't know how much the ingredients are going to cost me." Colette seemed fire and flame at the idea of getting her own pistol made.
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Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
It takes Arc about an hour to get to the Forge, using several cabs on the way. Approaching the factory, he realised with some annoyance that most of the factories in this part of the district lay silent, their smokestacks jutting still into the air, like dead trees after a storm. A smile creeped up one of his corners, as he did a rough calculation of the losses that the strikes must have incurred already, and just how much they had annoyed father... He first thought that dealing with the Krulls was nothing but a distraction, but Mrs Krulls rescue had openend interesting possibilities. Now, however, it was a top priority to secure his future funding. Or find out as much about this errant warforged unit as he could before father closed the money tap.
As he approached the factory yard, he saw about ten workers, laughing, dancing and singing on the yard, sat on slag piles or on the floor. Their strike, if one could call it that, was therefore still ongoing.
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Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
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"It'll be cheaper to buy the raw supplies than it will be to have a gun commissioned for you. Let's go to Uptown. I need to get a meeting with the Canniths anyway."
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Colette eagerly agrees, and the two of them make their way back into the city and towards the tinkerer's quarters in Uptown, on the way to the Northward, where brandt hopes to encounter a representative of the Cannith family.
As the two of them pass along the streets of the Eastern Fields, a newspaper boy runs past them, praising his paper and trying to get rid of the large stack of papers under his arm, which he somewhat less than successfully drags through the streets. "Ev'ryone, listen up! There's new developments in 'vargo, the Imps have taken Oroszgrad. The council's meetin' with Sparks to decide about the railroads. Wha' will it mean for the city's workers? An' lastly, read all about the case of the Doomed Dragoons! Is there a murderer loose in town? Is it a conspiracy? Buy the Tribune and find out!"
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Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Brandt listens to the kid talk about there being a potential murderer in town. "Guess it's a good thing that I'm teaching you how to defend yourself."
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Colette just nods, and follows along as Brandt heads onwards to Uptown. Upon reaching the district, he was stunned by the sights and sounds. Walking along the main street, he saw a different tavern, inn or bar at every corner, most adorned with the insignia of either a guild, university, or a student circle, denoting their typical clientele. In between the taverns were a smattering of ateliers, workshops, galleries, and warehouses to store materials. The entire area seemed to scream modernity, and people on the street were dressed in a multitude of fashions, or deliberately in contrast to any of them. Most of the passersby were young students, hurrying between lectures at the nearby universities, or enjoying a break in one of the taverns. Looking around, and particularly further down the narrow alleys however, brandt could make out some more reserved figures, belonging to the tinkerers and artists who made up the other parts of the denizens of Uptown.
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
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Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Tarian took the coat but could not hide her dubious expression as she folded it over. There’s no way I can wear a gang founder’s jacket in Duskrock. If one of the Skins saw me in this, someone would surely recognize it, and I’d be murdered for flying the boss’s colors. If members of any other gang recognized it, they’d kill me for being in a rival gang. Still… Tarian looked at Saelvek and Sylvia. If this is somehow found in their possession, it wouldn’t go well for them, either. Worse, maybe.
Tarian offered a tight smile. “I’m shurre it’ll sehrve me well.”
I’ll have to figure out what to do with this later.
Tarian explained to Saelvek and Sylvia how to get to her hometown, and requested to borrow some parchment to write down the directions, just in case. “When you get there, if anyone gives you trouble, tell them the little valkyrie sent you. Either they’ll leave you alone or take you to my—eh, the sheriff. I’ll send a letter ahead to let him know what’s what. I’m overdue to send a letter, anyway.”
Tarian took a few extra minutes and an extra sheet of parchment to quickly write a letter to home.
Dear mother and father
Life in Duskrock has been a challenge, as you said, but I am making use of the skills you taught me to earn a living in town. The work doesn’t always pay well, but I have a roof over my head, enough to eat, and I’ve taken care to not get sick. I have a new large job I am working on, so I won’t be able to visit for a while.
At some point in the future, a couple may arrive saying I sent them. You’ll know them because they’ll call me what you all used to call me when I first started training. They have been through some troubling times in the big city, and would like to settle somewhere quieter. They’ll need help from both of you.
With love and respect
Tarian
Her handwriting was messy but readable, unlike the chicken scratch of her father or the neat, flowing script of her mother. It was something distinctly Tarian. She fanned the two sheets to ensure they were dry and folded them both, keeping the letter to home for herself and handing the directions to Sylvia. “The sheriff will be a man with dark hair, large build, about a hand’s length taller than me, and missing his right arm from a little below the shoulder. There’s really only one town doctor, but she’s about as good as they come. Remember to tell them the little valkyrie sent you.”
Tarian bundled Saelvek’s wool coat such that the dark blue hid as much of the golden trim as possible, and tucked that and the letter under her elbow. She offered a handshake to Saelvek and Sylvia in turn, and made for the door. “And Mister Saelvek, don’t forget to resolve your issues with Mister Cannith before accepting his help. He seems a temperamental sort.”
"On the other side of the screen, it all looks so easy." --Kevin Flynn, Tron (1982)
Out of context, also applicable to Dungeons & Dragons.
Taking note of all the warehouses, Milo continues his stroll back to the Forge (right?) to visit his new favorite information source. The girl selling the papers. “What can you tell me of the Skins and Suits?” Milo will ask.
Thia would chuckle a little to herself listening to the two. She appreciated Alexis' protest, but Wilfed's insistence had her captivated. Thia would take a moment before responding, making sure she'd remember to answer all of his questions, "They've taught me how to dress and tend a range of wounds early on. The 'basics', I suppose" She'd kind of shrug, "But I guess that's assumed."
"I do train with them, hands on, as an apprentice should. I've observed and assisted with amputations, cauterization, installation of hooks and pegs..." Thia would flex her hand as a reflex. "I've been in charge of observing post op patients. I'd watch for and deal with infections. Create and apply salves. Begin their long road of rehabilitation..." she'd trail off. "Of course I research and document throughout these processes, hoping that maybe we, me, or somebody, could find better solutions."
just an unstable unicorn.
Milo can hear the newspaper girl long before he sees her. "Get yer copy of the Herald today! There's an exclusive on "Lighting" Stormwind, the fearless skyskipper!" As Milo approached, she suddenly turned around, startled by him. "Oh, hey Mister. Do ya wanna copy of th' Herald? 's only two copper!" She held out her right palm towards him, as she pondered his question. "Why'd you wanna know 'bout them lot? An' why'd you think I knows them? They donnae put kids on the streets, tha's the Pack, Crows an' the Razorcaps do tha'."
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"Hmm. That's surprisingly thorough, for a learned type." Wilfred seemed satisfied with her answer, and moved along the dirt path, winding through the camp of Cyrean refugees they had reached by now. At the sight of Alexis and him, an amber-skinned woodelf approached thm, her eyes red from crying. "Please, my son, he's sick. He needs your help." Thia is surprised to learn that the people here seemingly recognise the Veiled Valor by their insignia alone, but before pondering the implications of this, Alexis and Wilfred usher her inside the tent.
There, on a pile of rotting straw covered with a stained flaxen sheet, lies a young boy, maybe six years old. His skin is pale and slick with sweat, and hot to the touch. His eyes are half opened, but the words he mumbles are nothing more than feverish ramblings.
"Please, I don't know what's wrong with my boy. Can you help him?"
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Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
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Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Milo gives the girl a Silver for the paper. “Thanks”. I recently had a run in with the brutes. Nasty ones they be, figured I would try to get some information on them. Don’t worry about it.”
Arc approaches the "strikers", and calls out to them in his usual calm tone, "Pardon me, I'm looking for a Warforged who was amongst the protest yesterday. Would you happen to know where I can find her?" He personally has no real opinion about the strikers, they have their own valid reasons, but so did the ones who employed them. His family included....though his father's reason was mostly back by pride and "prestige", what ever value that was worth.