Kren stands watching the stage for a moment longer, "There but for the grace of Prism" he thinks idly to himself. He rubs his wrists where the manacles cut him, and thanks his lucky stars he was released from prison before these executions began. Kren doesn't know if the Prism is being just in executing the rebels, but he knows that it's hard to keep people in line without a heavy hand.
Kren checks his gear, taking stock of everything he's earned and purchased since his release. Counting out every coin, checking every arrow, sharpening every blade. Once he is sure everything is in order he will head out into the city, spectacles like this are stimulating, but time is money, money is food, food is life, and life is hard. He begins searching for someone with an odd job to do.
Darkstone, Andrew to his friends, stood near the back of the crowd, elevated by a crate. He was an above-average height Halfling, not that that says much, and had deep grey eyes that seemed to hide something. He is wearing a deep black cloak, with several small pouches on the inside, and a few on the outside. His hair is mostly a similar black to his cloak, but it’s interspersed with streaks of a rich navy blue. His hair is a bit past shoulder-length. His skin is fairly pale, with a slight tan if you look close enough. Overall he’s not too well-kept, but he makes do, and it's clear that he doesn't mind the bits of dirt covering his cloak.
He stands with arms crossed, occasionally twitching slightly, as if he was about to say or do something big. But he resists the urge to stop this, as he knows that if he does, then he’ll be the next one on the chopping block next week. About halfway through the execution, right before the second twin is stabbed, he steps down from the box, clearly more than annoyed at his own actions. He then looks around for a nearby tavern, saying ”I need a drink...” with a defeated voice, rather than his normal voice, which has a medium-strength British accent, and a smoothness to it that seems to contradict the rest of his ensemble.
A little cloaked figure, no bigger than a toddler, scurries through the crowd, wearing a cloak with the hood back. His dracconic features quite plane to see as he moved through the crowd. His scales are copper in color, and he has a floating disk he totes behind him, with all sorts of jumbled stuff on it, from a comb, a child's doll, several spoons, and all sorts of other random stuff. as he moves through the crowd his eyes are constantly moving, looking for anything someone might have forgotten about, and could become lost. It might be something they dropped, just put in their pocket, or even just dangling there from their belt. People often forget things so easily after all and he doesn't want anything to become lost...
The little figure wouldn't have paid all that much attention to the executions, since it did not affect him really at all. He has found the capital so full of lost things that he feels he will never find them all.
Slight of hand check... 12
You see a chain dangling from the belt of a man in a white robe. The beads on the chain look as if they can be lost at any moment. Excitement and anxiety overthrows you. You go for the chain but the man feels the tention from your grasp and swats you away "get back you foul lizard urchin." He pulls a dagger from his sleeve and starts to threaten you.
(OOC: Just imagine that Phil sounds like admiral ackbar)
Hearing the commotion going on beside him, Phil would turn and look to the man in the white robe. "Hang on! No need for anyone else to get hurt today!" The muscular Locathah would say as he moves towards the small kobold. Once between the kobold and the man, Phil would add. "I'll have you know.. I have seen many sea urchin in my youth, and this creature is no urchin... Honestly they look nothing alike..." He would say as the smell of the ocean and fresh fish seem to radiate from the locathah's damp leather armor.
"Great job..." Meepo says up to the man. "No lose..." He is very proud of hte man, so many were losing things, or about to lose them. he is happy this man is paying so good of attention to his stuff. With a nod of approval, and a tooth-filled smile, Meepo moves on, his head turning, looking for other things that might be about to be lost. He is so glad that some people are good at keeping their things safe, keeps him from having to protect them himself.
(OOC: Not the best sandboxer in the world, but I have what might be a fun interaction.) "Bad break friend" Kren says at Meepo in a low rumbling base (think Tay Zonday) "If you shave the outer side of that little claw it won't snag like that." He'll then produce a rough file (an emery board), made of ultramarine colored luxin, and offer it to Meepo.
The half-elf passes by Kouss, either not noticing his broad, 7'-tall frame or simply not reacting to him. He sniffs slightly, being curious since most soft beings tend to react a bit more viscerally to his presence...at least within the confined spaces of cities and towns. His eyes narrow slightly as she continues further down the alley. Kouss mutters quietly:
This one reeks of disenchantment, wandering, and something else... It must know something... Kouss will follow it...
He follows Marril toward her destination several paces back.
"Thanks..." Meepo says as he takes the item. He looks it over and then puts it onto the floating disk he pulls along behind him. "Meepo no lose." Meepo assures Kren with a sharp-toothed smile up at him. "What mean bout urchin?" Meepo asks the Lakatha. "Meepo urchin all Meepo life..."
Marril continues down her path for a bit before she began to notice that someone was potentially following her, she could almost feel it. She felt a tingle of fear shoot through her spine, she began to assume someone following her would mean the worst, she look a deep breath before she tried to discover she was actually being followed and took several turns through the streets to see if she actually being followed.
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"you don't look like a sea creature little one" Phil would say with a smile as the faint red light emanating form inside of his leather armor casts faint shadows up across his face.... 'Ohh.. Urchin.. you mean like poor and homeless.. I understand. Well then..." He would then turn and face the white robed man as his flippers slap against the stone road. "I apologize.. it sounds like he is an urchin.. my mistake" Then turning back to the kobold, he would crouch down a bit and look to the kobold. "My name is Fillet. But you may call me Phil. I was going to do a bit of shopping and then get something to eat. Are you hungry?" He would ask getting probably a bit closer to the kobold that he would like. The large mouth of the fish-like Locathah looking as though he could probably swallow the creature whole.
The green dragonborn watching from the crowd lowers his head, his hand grasping over the emblem of his goddess “Wild one, take them into your embrace and use them. Let beauty rise from this moment of sadness at the end of a creation. Give them peace and rest in the ground.”
His lips remain shut as the man gives a speak about being a god – he was no god, especially not a merciful one if he would just take life that easily. The dragonborn just looks around at the crowd, wondering if any of there allies may be watching. This city life was still new for him and he tried to avoid it, funny how men like the one on the stage thought they were more civilized then nature – even nature gave its opponents a fighting chance.
He just sighed looking around as he began to walk through the crowd “Hello – I’m new in town and need help finding the inn. Can anyone help me please?”
Kouss is confused. While he has hunted, tracked, and chased food his entire life, he has never seen a soft one act like prey within their own cities. Intrigued by this new behavior he picks up his pace a bit so as not to lose the being.
Kren will look down from his 7'4" frame over the crowd at the Dragonborn. "I'm headed that way friend" He'll then shoulder his gear and walk toward the Dragonborn on the way to the inn.
Dalavash is heading in the direction of the inn he marked when a Green Dragonborn called out for help. Smiling he makes his way over and says in Draconic, figuring it’s would help the man feel more at home, “hello there I am called Dalavash and I was heading to an inn, if you would like you could accompany me and perhaps even share a meal. I am also a stranger to the city and would appreciate the company.”
At about the same time he spots an absolute mountain of a man who also seems to be heading the same way and adds, “well seems we are all heading the same way.”
Marril could hear the sounds of the foot prints getting even faster, she began to follow suit going faster as well before making a fatal turn down a way blocked off by a wall, she knew for certain that was she being followed and quickly turned around to notice her tracker as the tall lizard like man with the hard green scales “w..who are you” she asked as one of her hands went under her robe
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Aiden looked at the man and just nodded replying in draconic "Thank you stranger - my name is Aiden Greenscale." he moved his hand in a stiff motion out for a handshake as his eyes kept surveying the area around him "That was an interesting display to be welcomed to a city with, is that normal in the civilized world?"
Taking the hand in a firm shake Dalavash also extends his hand to Kren: he fully expected to have his hand swallowed in the much larger hand of the Goliath. Speaking in common he says, “not normal where I am from but life is simpler in the country side...hopefully we can find a kinder side to big cities at the inn.”
Kouss rounds the last corner and skids to a stop. Something resembling a snort is faintly audible. Feeling pleased with himself for not losing his quarry, he grins a toothy grin and begins to slowly walk forward knowing that these are affectations soft ones use to express a lack of ill intent. Most would probably not interpret it that way.
This one is called Kouss... Kouss desires to feed and pick at your brain... What?... No, that's what the soft ones say... Yes, Kouss is certain!... Quiet now, Kouss must speak with this one... So, elf-like one... Shall we begin?...
Aiden nods at what the man says and changes to speaking in common as well "I hope so - the wild one would most likely not approve of how they ended those ones lives."
Aiden just looks at Kren and nods extending his hand "I'm Aiden, Kren. Shall we all go find an inn?"
Kren stands watching the stage for a moment longer, "There but for the grace of Prism" he thinks idly to himself. He rubs his wrists where the manacles cut him, and thanks his lucky stars he was released from prison before these executions began. Kren doesn't know if the Prism is being just in executing the rebels, but he knows that it's hard to keep people in line without a heavy hand.
Kren checks his gear, taking stock of everything he's earned and purchased since his release. Counting out every coin, checking every arrow, sharpening every blade. Once he is sure everything is in order he will head out into the city, spectacles like this are stimulating, but time is money, money is food, food is life, and life is hard. He begins searching for someone with an odd job to do.
Darkstone, Andrew to his friends, stood near the back of the crowd, elevated by a crate. He was an above-average height Halfling, not that that says much, and had deep grey eyes that seemed to hide something. He is wearing a deep black cloak, with several small pouches on the inside, and a few on the outside. His hair is mostly a similar black to his cloak, but it’s interspersed with streaks of a rich navy blue. His hair is a bit past shoulder-length. His skin is fairly pale, with a slight tan if you look close enough. Overall he’s not too well-kept, but he makes do, and it's clear that he doesn't mind the bits of dirt covering his cloak.
He stands with arms crossed, occasionally twitching slightly, as if he was about to say or do something big. But he resists the urge to stop this, as he knows that if he does, then he’ll be the next one on the chopping block next week. About halfway through the execution, right before the second twin is stabbed, he steps down from the box, clearly more than annoyed at his own actions. He then looks around for a nearby tavern, saying ”I need a drink...” with a defeated voice, rather than his normal voice, which has a medium-strength British accent, and a smoothness to it that seems to contradict the rest of his ensemble.
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Send help pleaseYou see a chain dangling from the belt of a man in a white robe. The beads on the chain look as if they can be lost at any moment. Excitement and anxiety overthrows you. You go for the chain but the man feels the tention from your grasp and swats you away "get back you foul lizard urchin." He pulls a dagger from his sleeve and starts to threaten you.
(OOC: Just imagine that Phil sounds like admiral ackbar)
Hearing the commotion going on beside him, Phil would turn and look to the man in the white robe. "Hang on! No need for anyone else to get hurt today!" The muscular Locathah would say as he moves towards the small kobold. Once between the kobold and the man, Phil would add. "I'll have you know.. I have seen many sea urchin in my youth, and this creature is no urchin... Honestly they look nothing alike..." He would say as the smell of the ocean and fresh fish seem to radiate from the locathah's damp leather armor.
"Great job..." Meepo says up to the man. "No lose..." He is very proud of hte man, so many were losing things, or about to lose them. he is happy this man is paying so good of attention to his stuff. With a nod of approval, and a tooth-filled smile, Meepo moves on, his head turning, looking for other things that might be about to be lost. He is so glad that some people are good at keeping their things safe, keeps him from having to protect them himself.
(OOC: Not the best sandboxer in the world, but I have what might be a fun interaction.) "Bad break friend" Kren says at Meepo in a low rumbling base (think Tay Zonday) "If you shave the outer side of that little claw it won't snag like that." He'll then produce a rough file (an emery board), made of ultramarine colored luxin, and offer it to Meepo.
The half-elf passes by Kouss, either not noticing his broad, 7'-tall frame or simply not reacting to him. He sniffs slightly, being curious since most soft beings tend to react a bit more viscerally to his presence...at least within the confined spaces of cities and towns. His eyes narrow slightly as she continues further down the alley. Kouss mutters quietly:
This one reeks of disenchantment, wandering, and something else... It must know something... Kouss will follow it...
He follows Marril toward her destination several paces back.
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Mis'tuv (Halfling Fathomless Warlock) - The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Meresaa (Vedalken Artillerist Artificer) - Destination Unknown
Hutton Crowcreek (Human Fighter) - Curse of the Crimson Throne
"Thanks..." Meepo says as he takes the item. He looks it over and then puts it onto the floating disk he pulls along behind him. "Meepo no lose." Meepo assures Kren with a sharp-toothed smile up at him. "What mean bout urchin?" Meepo asks the Lakatha. "Meepo urchin all Meepo life..."
Marril continues down her path for a bit before she began to notice that someone was potentially following her, she could almost feel it. She felt a tingle of fear shoot through her spine, she began to assume someone following her would mean the worst, she look a deep breath before she tried to discover she was actually being followed and took several turns through the streets to see if she actually being followed.
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"you don't look like a sea creature little one" Phil would say with a smile as the faint red light emanating form inside of his leather armor casts faint shadows up across his face.... 'Ohh.. Urchin.. you mean like poor and homeless.. I understand. Well then..." He would then turn and face the white robed man as his flippers slap against the stone road. "I apologize.. it sounds like he is an urchin.. my mistake" Then turning back to the kobold, he would crouch down a bit and look to the kobold. "My name is Fillet. But you may call me Phil. I was going to do a bit of shopping and then get something to eat. Are you hungry?" He would ask getting probably a bit closer to the kobold that he would like. The large mouth of the fish-like Locathah looking as though he could probably swallow the creature whole.
The green dragonborn watching from the crowd lowers his head, his hand grasping over the emblem of his goddess “Wild one, take them into your embrace and use them. Let beauty rise from this moment of sadness at the end of a creation. Give them peace and rest in the ground.”
His lips remain shut as the man gives a speak about being a god – he was no god, especially not a merciful one if he would just take life that easily. The dragonborn just looks around at the crowd, wondering if any of there allies may be watching. This city life was still new for him and he tried to avoid it, funny how men like the one on the stage thought they were more civilized then nature – even nature gave its opponents a fighting chance.
He just sighed looking around as he began to walk through the crowd “Hello – I’m new in town and need help finding the inn. Can anyone help me please?”
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Kouss is confused. While he has hunted, tracked, and chased food his entire life, he has never seen a soft one act like prey within their own cities. Intrigued by this new behavior he picks up his pace a bit so as not to lose the being.
Characters currently being ruined on this forum:
Mis'tuv (Halfling Fathomless Warlock) - The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Meresaa (Vedalken Artillerist Artificer) - Destination Unknown
Hutton Crowcreek (Human Fighter) - Curse of the Crimson Throne
Kren will look down from his 7'4" frame over the crowd at the Dragonborn. "I'm headed that way friend" He'll then shoulder his gear and walk toward the Dragonborn on the way to the inn.
Dalavash is heading in the direction of the inn he marked when a Green Dragonborn called out for help. Smiling he makes his way over and says in Draconic, figuring it’s would help the man feel more at home, “hello there I am called Dalavash and I was heading to an inn, if you would like you could accompany me and perhaps even share a meal. I am also a stranger to the city and would appreciate the company.”
At about the same time he spots an absolute mountain of a man who also seems to be heading the same way and adds, “well seems we are all heading the same way.”
Kren nods to Dallavash and the Dragonborn. "Hello friends, I'm Krenaun, you can call me Kren"
Marril could hear the sounds of the foot prints getting even faster, she began to follow suit going faster as well before making a fatal turn down a way blocked off by a wall, she knew for certain that was she being followed and quickly turned around to notice her tracker as the tall lizard like man with the hard green scales “w..who are you” she asked as one of her hands went under her robe
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Aiden looked at the man and just nodded replying in draconic "Thank you stranger - my name is Aiden Greenscale." he moved his hand in a stiff motion out for a handshake as his eyes kept surveying the area around him "That was an interesting display to be welcomed to a city with, is that normal in the civilized world?"
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Taking the hand in a firm shake Dalavash also extends his hand to Kren: he fully expected to have his hand swallowed in the much larger hand of the Goliath. Speaking in common he says, “not normal where I am from but life is simpler in the country side...hopefully we can find a kinder side to big cities at the inn.”
Kouss rounds the last corner and skids to a stop. Something resembling a snort is faintly audible. Feeling pleased with himself for not losing his quarry, he grins a toothy grin and begins to slowly walk forward knowing that these are affectations soft ones use to express a lack of ill intent. Most would probably not interpret it that way.
This one is called Kouss... Kouss desires to feed and pick at your brain... What?... No, that's what the soft ones say... Yes, Kouss is certain!... Quiet now, Kouss must speak with this one... So, elf-like one... Shall we begin?...
Characters currently being ruined on this forum:
Mis'tuv (Halfling Fathomless Warlock) - The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Meresaa (Vedalken Artillerist Artificer) - Destination Unknown
Hutton Crowcreek (Human Fighter) - Curse of the Crimson Throne
Aiden nods at what the man says and changes to speaking in common as well "I hope so - the wild one would most likely not approve of how they ended those ones lives."
Aiden just looks at Kren and nods extending his hand "I'm Aiden, Kren. Shall we all go find an inn?"
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9