The month is Solus’ Rest, the time before Lunal’s Sorrow. The day is bright and cold as Solus crawls across the roof of the world and gulls fight for scraps at the northern docks of the City. Lunal’s Sorrow will arrive in a week and there has been an influx of arrivals to the City as citizens come from all along the Bastion Coast to visit. The event that draws them is the re-birthing of a First Son. Though the First Families are immortal they go through periods of resurrection and during this time many come to pay homage.
The docks are a flurry of motion as ships come and go, dockhands heave and tie off at anchor points. Masts form a forest and canopy of canvas and one object of interest is a massive galleon, a ship from the Northern Waste where only Lunal shines and Goliaths dwell. You can see the pale forms of the barbarians even at this distance and the reason is evident: Their landing party is only five strong but they tower head and shoulders over most of the crowd.
Soldiers of the Wall stand guard at periodic locations dressed in the silver and black of Bastion itself, the town built into the wall of the City. They take a vested interest in the Goliaths.
HK-13 continues to stare at the throng of people making their way about the docks as he gazes off at the galleon in the distance. What sites that galleon has seen and he wishes he was part of it. As much as HK enjoys he life he was offered when he was commissioned for his house, he would thoroughly enjoy a sail across the waters or a walk into the forests around the city. Maybe one day soon his "employers" will allow him to go on a bit of an adventure.
Until that day, guard duty it is and he will excel at it. Seeing the commotion the Goliaths are making he will make his way to what he will assume is their party leader. "Sir, might I help you with directions in the city, what is your destination? Have you been here before and do you need an escort?"
(You may roll a History check if you so desire to see what HK knows of these newcomers. Goliath are a rare sight.)
As HK-13 approaches, he notices the group stepping in closer together. They are nervous, uncomfortable in the strange surroundings. The largest of them tilted his head down to address the Warforged soldier in a deep rumbling voice. There is a trace of an accent that makes understanding his words difficult.
“Iron One...This place is strange to us, it would be helpful indeed for you to guide us. We seek to honor this lastborn son of your...our, City.”
This Goliath is dressed in warm skins but with bared, obviously comfortable with the weather. The only true difference between the group is height and ink. Tribal tattoos spiral and twist about their necks and arms.
With that, HK-13 knows that the paleness of a Goliath’s skin comes from the eternal moonlight that the Northern Wastes fall under, and that they are a hardy enough race that the skins they wear are largely for show. They are barbarians led through a patriarchal society, but that’s about all he knows.
This would probably be the first time he has seen one up close and personal.
Shoni is at the docks in search of better ingredients to cook with, and she is hoping she may find such a thing here.
She explores the shops around town, hoping to see some good and tasty fish she can buy. Investigation: 4
Wandering the docks, Shoni finds very few stalls as most sailors are offloading large pallets of cargo or replenishing supplies. Five piers down from where the Goliaths have docked and their party is speaking to HK-13, she stumbles across a man with blue skin and scaled armor closely resembling that of the fish he is hanging from hooks. It’s not a stall per se, but perhaps he would be interested.
“You look for fish? Plenty around!” The man turns to Shoni and she can see gills fluttering at his neck, his features are fair, almost Elven. “Farg sell fish, good fish!” His speech is broken, it is clear that Common is not his native language.
On the docks a man in flaunty purple gawns and another man in even flauntier purple gawns were talking. "And you're sure we shouldn't have painted them green and red instead? Green would've symbolized luck and life, no?" Roux asked his retainer, Gerard Noveau, a lesser noble, also know as the man in less flaunty gawns. "I am sure blue is sufficient, it is to please the water gods" Gerard assured. "Fair enough then, I trust your judgement" Said Roux. "I am honored, my lord" Gerard complied. Roux and Gerard continued their stroll down the docks, ensuring that their ships were prettier than the others.
Lorilla enters the city with both trepidation and excitement. Having spent the past few weeks helping her uncle in his alchemy shop she had grown restless and was hoping for a bit more excitment in the City itself, rather than just waiting for people from the City to come to her village. She looks around, watching everything going on and looking for anyone who looks like they could do with a laugh.
The month is Solus’ Rest, the time before Lunal’s Sorrow. The day is bright and cold as Solus crawls across the roof of the world and gulls fight for scraps at the northern docks of the City. Lunal’s Sorrow will arrive in a week and there has been an influx of arrivals to the City as citizens come from all along the Bastion Coast to visit. The event that draws them is the re-birthing of a First Son. Though the First Families are immortal they go through periods of resurrection and during this time many come to pay homage.
The docks are a flurry of motion as ships come and go, dockhands heave and tie off at anchor points. Masts form a forest and canopy of canvas and one object of interest is a massive galleon, a ship from the Northern Waste where only Lunal shines and Goliaths dwell. You can see the pale forms of the barbarians even at this distance and the reason is evident: Their landing party is only five strong but they tower head and shoulders over most of the crowd.
Soldiers of the Wall stand guard at periodic locations dressed in the silver and black of Bastion itself, the town built into the wall of the City. They take a vested interest in the Goliaths.
HK-13 continues to stare at the throng of people making their way about the docks as he gazes off at the galleon in the distance. What sites that galleon has seen and he wishes he was part of it. As much as HK enjoys he life he was offered when he was commissioned for his house, he would thoroughly enjoy a sail across the waters or a walk into the forests around the city. Maybe one day soon his "employers" will allow him to go on a bit of an adventure.
Until that day, guard duty it is and he will excel at it. Seeing the commotion the Goliaths are making he will make his way to what he will assume is their party leader. "Sir, might I help you with directions in the city, what is your destination? Have you been here before and do you need an escort?"
(You may roll a History check if you so desire to see what HK knows of these newcomers. Goliath are a rare sight.)
As HK-13 approaches, he notices the group stepping in closer together. They are nervous, uncomfortable in the strange surroundings. The largest of them tilted his head down to address the Warforged soldier in a deep rumbling voice. There is a trace of an accent that makes understanding his words difficult.
“Iron One...This place is strange to us, it would be helpful indeed for you to guide us. We seek to honor this lastborn son of your...our, City.”
This Goliath is dressed in warm skins but with bared, obviously comfortable with the weather. The only true difference between the group is height and ink. Tribal tattoos spiral and twist about their necks and arms.
History Check: 11
With that, HK-13 knows that the paleness of a Goliath’s skin comes from the eternal moonlight that the Northern Wastes fall under, and that they are a hardy enough race that the skins they wear are largely for show. They are barbarians led through a patriarchal society, but that’s about all he knows.
This would probably be the first time he has seen one up close and personal.
Shoni is at the docks in search of better ingredients to cook with, and she is hoping she may find such a thing here.
She explores the shops around town, hoping to see some good and tasty fish she can buy. Investigation: 18
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Send help pleaseWandering the docks, Shoni finds very few stalls as most sailors are offloading large pallets of cargo or replenishing supplies. Five piers down from where the Goliaths have docked and their party is speaking to HK-13, she stumbles across a man with blue skin and scaled armor closely resembling that of the fish he is hanging from hooks. It’s not a stall per se, but perhaps he would be interested.
“You look for fish? Plenty around!” The man turns to Shoni and she can see gills fluttering at his neck, his features are fair, almost Elven. “Farg sell fish, good fish!” His speech is broken, it is clear that Common is not his native language.
On the docks a man in flaunty purple gawns and another man in even flauntier purple gawns were talking. "And you're sure we shouldn't have painted them green and red instead? Green would've symbolized luck and life, no?" Roux asked his retainer, Gerard Noveau, a lesser noble, also know as the man in less flaunty gawns. "I am sure blue is sufficient, it is to please the water gods" Gerard assured. "Fair enough then, I trust your judgement" Said Roux. "I am honored, my lord" Gerard complied. Roux and Gerard continued their stroll down the docks, ensuring that their ships were prettier than the others.
Shoni, not wanting to judge a book by its cover, gives Farg a chance, asking the man ”What would be your tastiest fish? I am hoping to cook them”
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Send help pleaseLorilla enters the city with both trepidation and excitement. Having spent the past few weeks helping her uncle in his alchemy shop she had grown restless and was hoping for a bit more excitment in the City itself, rather than just waiting for people from the City to come to her village. She looks around, watching everything going on and looking for anyone who looks like they could do with a laugh.
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"Of course sir, follow me. While we travel is there anything you would like to know about our city?"
While walking and talking I will constantly be on the lookout for any trouble that might cause a problem.
[OOC: What do I know about the city and where/what is the location I would be taking the Goliaths?]
(So... Is this just dead then? It's been nearly a month with no updates...)
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