(Well a Stone dragon is not going to be much help there... They are not political-oriented dragons after all.)
The dragon pauses, his eyes fixing on Leto and his attitude changing. "Master..." He breathes out as a quiver runs through his body. "Yes, certainly, walk with me..." He frowns as you walk together. "I do not know much of this city though... It is a human city, and I traverse it as a matter of course, in my daily activities, though I know not even its name..."
“My name is Kierro.” the Aasimar replies, bowing to the gold dragon. “I’m a cleric of Lathander and a member of the Gauntlet.”
”In the world I knew previously I served a deity named Pelor - he and Lathander have much of the same domains and teachings, from what I’ve learned. For reasons I’m still unsure of, several of my companions and I have found ourselves in this realm without parts of our memories, and are attempting to return to our own world.”
You have only a short distance to travel, as the Chaos dragon is in one of the taverns close to the docks.
As you enter the tavern you spot a pretty woman, with rainbow-colored hair, standing near the bar. She is the dragon that you sensed. She is currently downing a pint of some sort of liquid, her head thrown back as she chugs the contence.
Sinder ponders the possibility of stealing a horse...lighting the hay on fire...yelling for help and then running off with the horse..but...he decides that he is new in town and has a dragon to find. There will be plenty of time for that later...once he gets his feet wet...
Ugh water...
Once he gets to the house he will smooth his hair over slightly and kick himself for not having some way to change shape...and then decides that his normal, sooty self will have to do.
Knock...knock-knock...
He hammers the door in rhythm and smooths his hair to one side.
"Hellooooo? Anyone in there?"
"Master..." A voice says as the door is thrown open. A young waif stands in the door, with sandy-brown hair and wide eyes. Those eyes hold way too much experience to be normal though, and she is clearly the dragon you have come to find, as your senses tell you.
“My name is Kierro.” the Aasimar replies, bowing to the gold dragon. “I’m a cleric of Lathander and a member of the Gauntlet.”
”In the world I knew previously I served a deity named Pelor - he and Lathander have much of the same domains and teachings, from what I’ve learned. For reasons I’m still unsure of, several of my companions and I have found ourselves in this realm without parts of our memories, and are attempting to return to our own world.”
"What would you have of me... Master." The dragon responds, his eyes still glazed with the affects of coming under your power.
“My name is Kierro.” the Aasimar replies, bowing to the gold dragon. “I’m a cleric of Lathander and a member of the Gauntlet.”
”In the world I knew previously I served a deity named Pelor - he and Lathander have much of the same domains and teachings, from what I’ve learned. For reasons I’m still unsure of, several of my companions and I have found ourselves in this realm without parts of our memories, and are attempting to return to our own world.”
"What would you have of me... Master." The dragon responds, his eyes still glazed with the affects of coming under your power.
Kierro replies: “Your assistance on our journey would be most welcome. To help me protect my companions as we make our way back to our own realm, that’s what I ask.”
He extends a hand to help up the beggar. “Can you aid us, Lord Chysen?”
"I have many seconds in command." Remynys says with a nod. "You have to have options, to face situations that one second might not be quite equipped to handle." He shrugs. "Do you want more of my people to aid us, or shall just the two of us go?" He pauses as he looks you over. "I assume you want a thinking servant, and not a mindless slave. I will serve you, but try to not command me, as I work best when I can think things through and not simply follow commands without thought."
"Your logic is sound," Ing says as he releases direct control over the dragon. "The less loose ends the better," Ing says in response to the dragon's first question, "I'd prefer it just to be you and I on whatever ship we manage to book passage on, but if your guild extends beyond the city of Neverwinter, then perhaps we can make use of operatives in the land where we travel." Ing pauses for a second as if pondering something and then continues, "Although, if your people can access a boat or a ship and meet us at our destination, then perhaps that could be valuable. A smaller entourage draws less attention and I'd rather not have unwanted focus." Ing justifies. His form then shifts into that of a beautiful young elven woman with flowing blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. His armor shifts in appearance and becomes a silky form-fitting gown that shimmers with green sparkles as the woman takes the dragon's arm and begins to walk out of the alleyway and towards the docks. "Besides darling, we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt our honeymoon would we? Let us find a ship to book passage on. Perhaps we can find one with some adventurers that will be able to defend us or perhaps would be willing to hire you once we are done our honeymoon." As the woman says this, she telepathically communicates to the dragon walking beside her, "From now on, my name is Esmerelda Antoine and you are my husband, Ronaldo Antoine. You work as a private mercenary and bounty hunter and that is the reason for your armor and weapon. Any further questions can be directed to me mentally." Pausing for a second the woman concentrates and sets up a more permanent telepathic link (Psychic Whispers) with the dragon for 2 hours. After answering any questions the dragon may have about their new identities, she begins to interrogate the dragon on his abilities so that she has a better understanding of what is on their side.
For simplicities sake I am writing this in advance, when the 2 hour time limit to Psychic Whispers expires, Esmerelda will repeat the process and expend a Psionic Energy Dice to extend the time by 5 hours.
The dragon quickly agrees to your plans. He agrees that he can have another boat ready to go in quick order, crewed by his own lads and only a few days behind you, if you find passage sooner than later.
a He walks with you to the docks, where you learn of only one ship currently planning on heading your general direction, the Ice Floe. Remynys quickly informs you that this is the ship that Palvin, the Steel Dragon, bought a few days ago, and that has been up North, into the Sea of Moving Ice until recently.
Esmerelda doesn't let the fact that the ship that they are booking passage on is owned by another dragon daunt her and begins to head towards the ship on the dragon's arm. She approaches the Ice Floe and asks anyone around politely if they could perhaps speak to the person (or dragon) that owns the ship as they had heard that it was heading southwest across the Sea of Swords and they were looking to book passage in that direction.
(OOC: I realized I didn't describe this... but when Ing changes into any form other than his half-elf form, he removes his Helm of Telepathy so as not to look suspicious and places it along with his Cloak of Many Fashions in his Bag of Holding although he remains attuned to the helmet should he need it at a moments notice. Also if you would rather me not start with the cloak... I can, but it is 100% just for flavor and it has practically no utility or value outside of RP (and being an ordinary cloak) so I thought it would be fine. His Ring of Mind Shielding can turn invisible, and his Amulet of Proof against Detection and Location should appear like a normal amulet. Everything else except for the Deck of Illusions should be carried around in the Bag of Holding as well. The Deck of Illusions is worn on the person of whatever form Ing is currently in and Ing is usually wearing it in a separate small pouch at his waist. If there is anything else that would distort the appearance of Esmerelda as anything other than a wealthy noble woman with a bag of holding and a fancy amulet please let me know and I will let you know what Ing does with it.)
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
After making sure the captain has enough funds for whatever resupply needs to happen, Honor will make her way into town. She'll start by looking for a temple to Tyr, where she'll say a quick prayer for guidance, as the thought of controlling a dragon in the way that she's seen makes her uneasy.
You arrive at the Halls of Justice not long after Latrius and the Axial dragon have left it. Moving into the shrine to Tyr, you kneel down and pray for a bit. No guidance seems to come though. You also feel a strange itch between your shoulder blades, as if someone, or something, is watching you and is not all-together happy with you being in this holy place.
"This is my place." fesyss responds, seeming to be pushing past the dazed affect. "It is just one of my places in this city, and I only keep a bit of my treasure here. I can bring you to my main lair if that is your wish..." She glances around. "I am alone in this place, as having guards tends to just allow for more people to know who, and what, I am. I'd be careful as you move around, as there are many traps set up in this place."
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Leto
(Well a Stone dragon is not going to be much help there... They are not political-oriented dragons after all.)
The dragon pauses, his eyes fixing on Leto and his attitude changing. "Master..." He breathes out as a quiver runs through his body. "Yes, certainly, walk with me..." He frowns as you walk together. "I do not know much of this city though... It is a human city, and I traverse it as a matter of course, in my daily activities, though I know not even its name..."
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“My name is Kierro.” the Aasimar replies, bowing to the gold dragon. “I’m a cleric of Lathander and a member of the Gauntlet.”
”In the world I knew previously I served a deity named Pelor - he and Lathander have much of the same domains and teachings, from what I’ve learned. For reasons I’m still unsure of, several of my companions and I have found ourselves in this realm without parts of our memories, and are attempting to return to our own world.”
Kyrian
You have only a short distance to travel, as the Chaos dragon is in one of the taverns close to the docks.
As you enter the tavern you spot a pretty woman, with rainbow-colored hair, standing near the bar. She is the dragon that you sensed. She is currently downing a pint of some sort of liquid, her head thrown back as she chugs the contence.
She gives you her name. (I don't have it on this laptop, it is on the one downstairs right now...)
"Master..." A voice says as the door is thrown open. A young waif stands in the door, with sandy-brown hair and wide eyes. Those eyes hold way too much experience to be normal though, and she is clearly the dragon you have come to find, as your senses tell you.
((No worries, take your time.))
Once Naivara gets her name, she bids her well and heads back to the ship, already tired of the large, crowded city they found themselves in.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"What would you have of me... Master." The dragon responds, his eyes still glazed with the affects of coming under your power.
I make my way to the harbour together with Iveodeanth, to find passage into the direction of the pull.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Kierro replies: “Your assistance on our journey would be most welcome. To help me protect my companions as we make our way back to our own realm, that’s what I ask.”
He extends a hand to help up the beggar. “Can you aid us, Lord Chysen?”
Esmerelda doesn't let the fact that the ship that they are booking passage on is owned by another dragon daunt her and begins to head towards the ship on the dragon's arm. She approaches the Ice Floe and asks anyone around politely if they could perhaps speak to the person (or dragon) that owns the ship as they had heard that it was heading southwest across the Sea of Swords and they were looking to book passage in that direction.
(OOC: I realized I didn't describe this... but when Ing changes into any form other than his half-elf form, he removes his Helm of Telepathy so as not to look suspicious and places it along with his Cloak of Many Fashions in his Bag of Holding although he remains attuned to the helmet should he need it at a moments notice. Also if you would rather me not start with the cloak... I can, but it is 100% just for flavor and it has practically no utility or value outside of RP (and being an ordinary cloak) so I thought it would be fine. His Ring of Mind Shielding can turn invisible, and his Amulet of Proof against Detection and Location should appear like a normal amulet. Everything else except for the Deck of Illusions should be carried around in the Bag of Holding as well. The Deck of Illusions is worn on the person of whatever form Ing is currently in and Ing is usually wearing it in a separate small pouch at his waist. If there is anything else that would distort the appearance of Esmerelda as anything other than a wealthy noble woman with a bag of holding and a fancy amulet please let me know and I will let you know what Ing does with it.)
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Honor
After making sure the captain has enough funds for whatever resupply needs to happen, Honor will make her way into town. She'll start by looking for a temple to Tyr, where she'll say a quick prayer for guidance, as the thought of controlling a dragon in the way that she's seen makes her uneasy.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
The dragon's name is ymephis, known as Gentleheart
Sinder
The woman is an adult human, and seems to be alone in the house currently. She stares at you, ehr eyes looking dazed, and steps aside to let you in.
"Drink?" She says as she looks around. "No human drinks, but I can aquire some if you wish for it..."
And, yes, the dragon's name is Fesyss.
Kierro
"Yes Master, I can aid you." chysen responds, pushing up to his feet. "I will protect your companions if that is your wish of me."
Honor
You arrive at the Halls of Justice not long after Latrius and the Axial dragon have left it. Moving into the shrine to Tyr, you kneel down and pray for a bit. No guidance seems to come though. You also feel a strange itch between your shoulder blades, as if someone, or something, is watching you and is not all-together happy with you being in this holy place.
Sinder
"This is my place." fesyss responds, seeming to be pushing past the dazed affect. "It is just one of my places in this city, and I only keep a bit of my treasure here. I can bring you to my main lair if that is your wish..." She glances around. "I am alone in this place, as having guards tends to just allow for more people to know who, and what, I am. I'd be careful as you move around, as there are many traps set up in this place."
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