The sun lazed about in the sky, shining down upon the capital of Breland. The streets are dotted with citizens and travelers alike, enjoying the river city with its elegant drawbridges and tree lined streets. Somewhat strange to see no beggars or poor folk milling about, but refreshing as well. As dozens of people flock to the lightning rail station, luggage and family in hand, as a train starts to make a screeching stop. And more travelers or sightseers step into the capital, as they depart from the train, each with their own culture. The crowds start to grow as they await for the final people to depart.
A bit stuffy to bear as the crowd starts to close around you, forcing you to clutch both your bags and ticket harder. Perhaps it would be best to try to get to the front of the crowd.
A large man glances around rapidly, as if agitated. His long, unkempt dark hair hangs loose around a tanned face. A full beard and bushy eyebrows contrast the youthful glow of his light blue eyes. His gaze settles too long on each person surrounding him, as if weighing them against some internal standard. He smiles toothily at a few, showing elongated canines. "Excuse us." He mutters as his 6'4" bulky frame forces a path through the the crowd. His simple travelling tunic, breeches, and boots are dirty and worn thin. The handle of a large axe rises above his back, secured next to a leather pack. He turns towards his companion. "I don't like this, Drix. Got a bad feelin'. You feel it, too? This is not a good place for the hunt."
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PbP Lost Mines of Phandelver -Squelch (Kenku Grave Cleric)
What Lies Between - Cragworm (Goblin Oathbreaker Paladin)
Embers in the Dark - Martin "Uncle" Flintmore (Human Rogue)
Adventures in Esyldien - Khorzik Fume (Hobgoblin Transmuter) - retired
A Machine's Ambition- Canavar (Shifter Zealot Barbarian) - retired
What Lurks Below - Urmdir Volsung (Human Fighter) - retired
As the large man pushes through the crowd the press almost knocks the book out of the young elf's hand. "No, no." He fumbles a bit before firmly grasping it and pulling it to his chest. Looking around at the press of the crowd he decides that maybe having the large valenar scimitar with him isn't wise right now and he dismisses it with a wave of his hand. His eyes grow a little wide as he realizes how that may have looked to anyone on the platform and he raises the hood on his cloak before following the large man forward, taking advantage of the space he creates.
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Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisysin Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
A human woman flows through the crowd seeming unhindered by the mass of people she quickly makes her way to the front of the crowd. The sides of her head are shaved with the remaining strip down the middle grown long, is red towards the front changing to white part way back, hangs to the right side. As she breaks the front of the crowd you see that she carries little on her. A simple bedroll hangs on her back, and a waterskin at her side. Currently serving as a walking stick she has a slender quarter staff in one hand. As she moves and shifts it becomes apparent that she does not need it for support and likely know how to use it in a fight.
Drix grumbles to himself inside the shelter of his tarnished helm. He lets Canavar do most of the pushing, deftly falling in behind and weaving through the crowd. Though he wears heavy chain armor under his cloak he moves like someone who is used to a light step. Slung low on his hip is a well-oiled pistol with rows of rounds lining the belt next to it. The hunter keeps vigilance of their surroundings. Making sure no one gets sticky fingers.
The dragonmark on the back of his gun hand tingles as he steps back a little to get behind the elf that starts following Canavar. Drix starts assessing the man for threats. Valenar scimitars were deadly in close range but with this crowd he'd be hard pressed to make full swings. A moment ago Drix would have simply dismissed the man but seeing him vanish a large blade then start following his companion made the bounty hunter suspicious. The longer he follows the man the quicker he realizes that the elf was just looking for safe passage. The hammer on his pistol clicks subtly back into place as he pushes up closer to Canavar. He turns and gives the elf a glower from under his helm.
"Ignore it, just focus on the mark. He's near." Drix says addressing the shifter. He flexes his gun hand, working the feeling of the dragonmark out.
Carric is a little taken aback as he's pushed past again and even more taken aback when the helmeted head turns and stares at him. He quickly realizes that the two are together though and that he probably cut between them. "Sorry."
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Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisysin Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Halt sighed heavily as he view the amassed crowd blocking the way he knew he should have left on the earliest train of the day but he had been enjoying his time way from Sharn and the may complications the city seem to bring back to him. Dressed in his mottled green, gray and brown cloak he was worried that it would get a bit stuffy with it on in such close proximity to so many people, but apparently lady luck was on his side. Just as he was about to begin making his way through the crowd as the women he glimpsed so deftly did a large hulking.....man? maybe he honestly could not tell, began bulldozing a path and always being one to take the path of least resistance he followed through the gap. Noticing that he was not the only one with that idea as the elfen man seem to cut in between the two compatirates he made sure to keep back just enough to avoid attention but still make it through before the gap closed around him.
To remain unnoticed Stealth: 10
To over hear the conversations of the individuals ahead Perception: 14
(Halt's Steath vs Passive Per) : As Canavar pushed his way though with Drix and Carric following, they can tell that another has followed as well. Perhaps just another wanting to get onto the train faster.
A man in a uniform comes out of the train and addresses the crowd, "Order, please, order! Apologies for the delay but we must ask that our first class passengers board first. Once they are aboard we shall have the coach passengers board, then finally the steerage class board. Now people, please make way so we can move smoothly and efficiently, and Captain Phosph d'Orien will have us to Sharn swiftly." A few groans sound out but no objections were sounded out.
The crowd does start to part, due to the imposing presence of two hulking warforged flanking a young noble man. He seems to busy himself with scrolls as another warforged follows him, more petite in stature and more dedicated to literary matters rather than protection. The two talk back and fourth as they board the train. The other first class lacked a entourage, instead her mere presence does the job. Some show disgust and others show curiosity, but their both over shadowed by their fear. A horned woman, who walks upon two goat like feet, with barbed tail in tow makes her way onto the train. Although she covers most of her body, it is hard to conceal that her skin is a dark red. The train crewman does look at her oddly but gives no thought about as she shows a ticket and hurry aboard.
Canavar openly sneers at the first class passengers. He shifts nervously from foot-to-foot, almost like a child. He begins to talking to anyone around him. "I like her. She doesn't have fancy muscle to protect her, and she knows they fear her. I like her."
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PbP Lost Mines of Phandelver -Squelch (Kenku Grave Cleric)
What Lies Between - Cragworm (Goblin Oathbreaker Paladin)
Embers in the Dark - Martin "Uncle" Flintmore (Human Rogue)
Adventures in Esyldien - Khorzik Fume (Hobgoblin Transmuter) - retired
A Machine's Ambition- Canavar (Shifter Zealot Barbarian) - retired
What Lurks Below - Urmdir Volsung (Human Fighter) - retired
(Sorry for delay. Was visiting family this weekend.)
Ravetha is an elven woman, standing a little over five feet tall. Her garb is that of the Velanar, flowing cloth garb of a simple creme-white colour that lays above the chainmail that she wears. A long wrapped piece of cloth is bundled to her back, she looks around the city sights with awe. Sharn, the great city, is much larger and grander than she had thought, taking her off notice for a brief moment. From her veiled face, her hazel eyes gaze all around her to take it all in. After a moment, she realises that this is such a busy place, and attempts to dance and weave between people to get ahead of the other travellers.
Carric fiddles with the ticket in his pocket and sighs. Under his breath he mutters, "I could be back home studying right now. You better be worth all this trouble."
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Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisysin Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
(Sorry for delay. Was visiting family this weekend.)
Ravetha is an elven woman, standing a little over five feet tall. Her garb is that of the Velanar, flowing cloth garb of a simple creme-white colour that lays above the chainmail that she wears. A long wrapped piece of cloth is bundled to her back, she looks around the city sights with awe. Sharn, the great city, is much larger and grander than she had thought, taking her off notice for a brief moment. From her veiled face, her hazel eyes gaze all around her to take it all in. After a moment, she realises that this is such a busy place, and attempts to dance and weave between people to get ahead of the other travellers.
She flows effortlessly through the crowd as she makes her way past Canavar. She is nearly at the front of the crowd.
The crewman checks inside for a moment before nodding, "Alright, now the coach passengers shall board, keep it single file now and stay together with your party." Crowd somewhat loses its mass as families and groups of people try to form a line before the crewman. Some parties are as large as five while the smallest was just a couple. The crewman inspect each ticket as they come on. A seemingly short period of time, except for the couple's displays of love and such, the last of the coach board.
Then with a sigh, the crewman heads down a couple of cars as he calls out another crew member. Two members of the crew come out from the second to last car, standing to the sides of the entry as the first man comes out again. "Now people, I understand that most of you have bought steerage tickets, but I'm afraid to inform you that some seats have been taken already. You may exchange your current ticket for a later ride or an refund, but we can only hold so many passengers. We will announce when the train has reached maximum capacity. But-" The man is cut off as the crowd lurches forward, people presenting their tickets and trying to get aboard.
(The party has decided to try to head to the front so all are close to the train crew.)
Carric manages to be squeeze through the crowd, present his ticket and get onto the train. He takes a spot by a man covered in black robes. Soon followed by Drix, as he takes a spot by another human, who holds a strongbox under his arm. Canavar and Lotara end up by each other, Canavar seperated from Drix a row away. Halt is seated by a young half elf, with fresh leathers and a brand new shortsword, he looks eager. And probably surprised by the sudden movement of the crowd, Faereth is among the last few to board. She sits next to a goblin who wears a toothy grin and offers her a somewhat shady deal for potions.
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As Halt sits down he looks around the cabin noting the exits and any ways to make it to the top of the train while eyeing the people around him for any odd behavior.
Perception: 16
then looking over to the young half-elf seated beside him and says "You look a bit excited for a simple train ride why so keyed up?"
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The sun lazed about in the sky, shining down upon the capital of Breland. The streets are dotted with citizens and travelers alike, enjoying the river city with its elegant drawbridges and tree lined streets. Somewhat strange to see no beggars or poor folk milling about, but refreshing as well. As dozens of people flock to the lightning rail station, luggage and family in hand, as a train starts to make a screeching stop. And more travelers or sightseers step into the capital, as they depart from the train, each with their own culture. The crowds start to grow as they await for the final people to depart.
A bit stuffy to bear as the crowd starts to close around you, forcing you to clutch both your bags and ticket harder. Perhaps it would be best to try to get to the front of the crowd.
A large man glances around rapidly, as if agitated. His long, unkempt dark hair hangs loose around a tanned face. A full beard and bushy eyebrows contrast the youthful glow of his light blue eyes. His gaze settles too long on each person surrounding him, as if weighing them against some internal standard. He smiles toothily at a few, showing elongated canines. "Excuse us." He mutters as his 6'4" bulky frame forces a path through the the crowd. His simple travelling tunic, breeches, and boots are dirty and worn thin. The handle of a large axe rises above his back, secured next to a leather pack. He turns towards his companion. "I don't like this, Drix. Got a bad feelin'. You feel it, too? This is not a good place for the hunt."
As the large man pushes through the crowd the press almost knocks the book out of the young elf's hand. "No, no." He fumbles a bit before firmly grasping it and pulling it to his chest. Looking around at the press of the crowd he decides that maybe having the large valenar scimitar with him isn't wise right now and he dismisses it with a wave of his hand. His eyes grow a little wide as he realizes how that may have looked to anyone on the platform and he raises the hood on his cloak before following the large man forward, taking advantage of the space he creates.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Lotara
A human woman flows through the crowd seeming unhindered by the mass of people she quickly makes her way to the front of the crowd. The sides of her head are shaved with the remaining strip down the middle grown long, is red towards the front changing to white part way back, hangs to the right side. As she breaks the front of the crowd you see that she carries little on her. A simple bedroll hangs on her back, and a waterskin at her side. Currently serving as a walking stick she has a slender quarter staff in one hand. As she moves and shifts it becomes apparent that she does not need it for support and likely know how to use it in a fight.
Drix grumbles to himself inside the shelter of his tarnished helm. He lets Canavar do most of the pushing, deftly falling in behind and weaving through the crowd. Though he wears heavy chain armor under his cloak he moves like someone who is used to a light step. Slung low on his hip is a well-oiled pistol with rows of rounds lining the belt next to it. The hunter keeps vigilance of their surroundings. Making sure no one gets sticky fingers.
The dragonmark on the back of his gun hand tingles as he steps back a little to get behind the elf that starts following Canavar. Drix starts assessing the man for threats. Valenar scimitars were deadly in close range but with this crowd he'd be hard pressed to make full swings. A moment ago Drix would have simply dismissed the man but seeing him vanish a large blade then start following his companion made the bounty hunter suspicious. The longer he follows the man the quicker he realizes that the elf was just looking for safe passage. The hammer on his pistol clicks subtly back into place as he pushes up closer to Canavar. He turns and gives the elf a glower from under his helm.
"Ignore it, just focus on the mark. He's near." Drix says addressing the shifter. He flexes his gun hand, working the feeling of the dragonmark out.
Carric is a little taken aback as he's pushed past again and even more taken aback when the helmeted head turns and stares at him. He quickly realizes that the two are together though and that he probably cut between them. "Sorry."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Halt sighed heavily as he view the amassed crowd blocking the way he knew he should have left on the earliest train of the day but he had been enjoying his time way from Sharn and the may complications the city seem to bring back to him. Dressed in his mottled green, gray and brown cloak he was worried that it would get a bit stuffy with it on in such close proximity to so many people, but apparently lady luck was on his side. Just as he was about to begin making his way through the crowd as the women he glimpsed so deftly did a large hulking.....man? maybe he honestly could not tell, began bulldozing a path and always being one to take the path of least resistance he followed through the gap. Noticing that he was not the only one with that idea as the elfen man seem to cut in between the two compatirates he made sure to keep back just enough to avoid attention but still make it through before the gap closed around him.
To remain unnoticed Stealth: 10
To over hear the conversations of the individuals ahead Perception: 14
(Will assume Faereth is in the crowd.)
(Halt's Steath vs Passive Per) : As Canavar pushed his way though with Drix and Carric following, they can tell that another has followed as well. Perhaps just another wanting to get onto the train faster.
A man in a uniform comes out of the train and addresses the crowd, "Order, please, order! Apologies for the delay but we must ask that our first class passengers board first. Once they are aboard we shall have the coach passengers board, then finally the steerage class board. Now people, please make way so we can move smoothly and efficiently, and Captain Phosph d'Orien will have us to Sharn swiftly." A few groans sound out but no objections were sounded out.
The crowd does start to part, due to the imposing presence of two hulking warforged flanking a young noble man. He seems to busy himself with scrolls as another warforged follows him, more petite in stature and more dedicated to literary matters rather than protection. The two talk back and fourth as they board the train. The other first class lacked a entourage, instead her mere presence does the job. Some show disgust and others show curiosity, but their both over shadowed by their fear. A horned woman, who walks upon two goat like feet, with barbed tail in tow makes her way onto the train. Although she covers most of her body, it is hard to conceal that her skin is a dark red. The train crewman does look at her oddly but gives no thought about as she shows a ticket and hurry aboard.
Canavar openly sneers at the first class passengers. He shifts nervously from foot-to-foot, almost like a child. He begins to talking to anyone around him. "I like her. She doesn't have fancy muscle to protect her, and she knows they fear her. I like her."
(Sorry for delay. Was visiting family this weekend.)
Ravetha is an elven woman, standing a little over five feet tall. Her garb is that of the Velanar, flowing cloth garb of a simple creme-white colour that lays above the chainmail that she wears. A long wrapped piece of cloth is bundled to her back, she looks around the city sights with awe. Sharn, the great city, is much larger and grander than she had thought, taking her off notice for a brief moment. From her veiled face, her hazel eyes gaze all around her to take it all in. After a moment, she realises that this is such a busy place, and attempts to dance and weave between people to get ahead of the other travellers.
Acrobatics: 22 (to dance through the crowd)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Carric fiddles with the ticket in his pocket and sighs. Under his breath he mutters, "I could be back home studying right now. You better be worth all this trouble."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
(Just a heads up, you all are currently in Wroat, Breland's capital, heading to Sharn. It's weird but Sharn is just a metropolis in Breland.)
She flows effortlessly through the crowd as she makes her way past Canavar. She is nearly at the front of the crowd.
The crewman checks inside for a moment before nodding, "Alright, now the coach passengers shall board, keep it single file now and stay together with your party." Crowd somewhat loses its mass as families and groups of people try to form a line before the crewman. Some parties are as large as five while the smallest was just a couple. The crewman inspect each ticket as they come on. A seemingly short period of time, except for the couple's displays of love and such, the last of the coach board.
Then with a sigh, the crewman heads down a couple of cars as he calls out another crew member. Two members of the crew come out from the second to last car, standing to the sides of the entry as the first man comes out again. "Now people, I understand that most of you have bought steerage tickets, but I'm afraid to inform you that some seats have been taken already. You may exchange your current ticket for a later ride or an refund, but we can only hold so many passengers. We will announce when the train has reached maximum capacity. But-" The man is cut off as the crowd lurches forward, people presenting their tickets and trying to get aboard.
(The party has decided to try to head to the front so all are close to the train crew.)
Athletics or Acrobatics check to get to the crewman with advantage.
Acrobatics: 25
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Acrobatics to get to the crewman: 17
Acrobatics: 11
I'm feeling a bit behind this time...
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Acrobatics : 20
Athletics: 20
Drix curses under his breath and starts pressing forward, "We can't lose him because of this non-sense, come on Canavar!"
Acrobatics: 23
Fae's advantage roll: 14
Carric manages to be squeeze through the crowd, present his ticket and get onto the train. He takes a spot by a man covered in black robes. Soon followed by Drix, as he takes a spot by another human, who holds a strongbox under his arm. Canavar and Lotara end up by each other, Canavar seperated from Drix a row away. Halt is seated by a young half elf, with fresh leathers and a brand new shortsword, he looks eager. And probably surprised by the sudden movement of the crowd, Faereth is among the last few to board. She sits next to a goblin who wears a toothy grin and offers her a somewhat shady deal for potions.
As Halt sits down he looks around the cabin noting the exits and any ways to make it to the top of the train while eyeing the people around him for any odd behavior.
Perception: 16
then looking over to the young half-elf seated beside him and says "You look a bit excited for a simple train ride why so keyed up?"