"Don't reckon we should turn up at the Pike in a fancy carriage like this mind", Ankin pulls at his sidewhiskers and consults a crumpled map he pulls from a pocket.
He jabs a grubby thumb on the map, "That's where the Pike is. How about we get dropped off somewhere along the Strip", referring to the main street that runs alongside the River Quarter, "then walk from there?"
Pomenia climbs in the carriage with Barnabus, his boisterous nature reminding her of those who came for healing after a night of tavern brawls, a grin on her face. "This is a bit exciting! I've never been to a tavern," she confesses, settling her cloak about herself, feeling lighter without her scale mail.
"Aye, so you've neever been to a tavern? Truly?" A bit of scepticism tints Barnabus' voice "Well this could be quite the adventure for you then"
With that the dwarf reaches in a pouch and retrieves a small book. After retrieving a pencil stuck in the spine he begins to scratch out something but the angle obscures exactly what.
As the carriage starts to roll, Ankin relaxes in the seat and closes his eyes. "Always snatch an opportunity for a kip when you can", he thinks, their numbers instilling confidence in the streewise halfling.
Athelynn get into one of the carriages and as they way their way she nervously glances out the window. "This many of us and so varied is going to draw attention."
"keep your head down. we are nobles, and we each have our own carriages. try to forget that we are all stuffed into a tiny compartment" Kyrian whispers
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Hearing Kyrian's advice, Broki pulls her hood up to hide her Avian features, and climbs in a carriage. She sits close to the door with an eye looking out the curtained window tracking their progress through the city.
Jassana tries to offer her fellow passengers some distraction from the confines of the carriage. “So how does Collingswood Manor compare to your lodgings at home? It’s much finer than anything I’m accustomed to either in my home town or at the University. I just can’t quite shake the feeling that it’s somehow too good to be true. What do you all think?”
My benefactor, Lord Hasir's home wasn't quite so elegant, but I have been to places far more magical than Collingswood. Though, I will say I prefer Collingswood over both places."
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The Coaches enter the free city without even slowing down at the gate. Apparently, they were just waved on through. The coaches make slow but steady progress through the streets of the free city. Eventually when the carriages turn the corner, they stop, and the lead coachman opens the door and regards Ankin “Were here sir, I believe this is close enough. The Lucky Pike just down the road”.
Kyrian looks at Athelynn "you are a noble then?" he offers her his sword "we may not need it, but better safe than sorry. you are the only one who can carry it"
Ankin hops out nimbly, comfortable on to be back on his home turf. "Best we don't all move together, we might attract too much attention. How about I take a group around the back way and we meet up at the tavern? I know the back alleys."(City secrets background feature)
Barnabus looks up from his scribblings suddenly realizing the coach has stopped. "I'll go with ya" offers Barnabus as he hurries and jumps out after Ankin. Stopping quickly he turns to offer a hand to Pomenia. "Madame."
"Only by luck, though still unsure if good or bad," she replies to Kyrian, taking the sword, but looking it oddly, clearly having no clue how to use it. Unlike the others, as she gets out of the carriage she keeps her face uncovered. "How many groups? I do not know this area."
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"Don't reckon we should turn up at the Pike in a fancy carriage like this mind", Ankin pulls at his sidewhiskers and consults a crumpled map he pulls from a pocket.
He jabs a grubby thumb on the map, "That's where the Pike is. How about we get dropped off somewhere along the Strip", referring to the main street that runs alongside the River Quarter, "then walk from there?"
“OK, the River Quarter Strip sounds like as good a place as any to start.” agrees Jassana as she climbs into the other carriage.
OOC - Sorry, can you post another invite to the discord server? The old one has expired. Thanks!
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Pomenia climbs in the carriage with Barnabus, his boisterous nature reminding her of those who came for healing after a night of tavern brawls, a grin on her face. "This is a bit exciting! I've never been to a tavern," she confesses, settling her cloak about herself, feeling lighter without her scale mail.
"Aye, so you've neever been to a tavern? Truly?" A bit of scepticism tints Barnabus' voice "Well this could be quite the adventure for you then"
With that the dwarf reaches in a pouch and retrieves a small book. After retrieving a pencil stuck in the spine he begins to scratch out something but the angle obscures exactly what.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
As the carriage starts to roll, Ankin relaxes in the seat and closes his eyes. "Always snatch an opportunity for a kip when you can", he thinks, their numbers instilling confidence in the streewise halfling.
Athelynn get into one of the carriages and as they way their way she nervously glances out the window. "This many of us and so varied is going to draw attention."
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
"keep your head down. we are nobles, and we each have our own carriages. try to forget that we are all stuffed into a tiny compartment" Kyrian whispers
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Hearing Kyrian's advice, Broki pulls her hood up to hide her Avian features, and climbs in a carriage. She sits close to the door with an eye looking out the curtained window tracking their progress through the city.
Jassana tries to offer her fellow passengers some distraction from the confines of the carriage. “So how does Collingswood Manor compare to your lodgings at home? It’s much finer than anything I’m accustomed to either in my home town or at the University. I just can’t quite shake the feeling that it’s somehow too good to be true. What do you all think?”
My benefactor, Lord Hasir's home wasn't quite so elegant, but I have been to places far more magical than Collingswood. Though, I will say I prefer Collingswood over both places."
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
The Coaches enter the free city without even slowing down at the gate. Apparently, they were just waved on through. The coaches make slow but steady progress through the streets of the free city. Eventually when the carriages turn the corner, they stop, and the lead coachman opens the door and regards Ankin “Were here sir, I believe this is close enough. The Lucky Pike just down the road”.
Kyrian looks at Athelynn "you are a noble then?" he offers her his sword "we may not need it, but better safe than sorry. you are the only one who can carry it"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Ankin hops out nimbly, comfortable on to be back on his home turf. "Best we don't all move together, we might attract too much attention. How about I take a group around the back way and we meet up at the tavern? I know the back alleys." (City secrets background feature)
Barnabus looks up from his scribblings suddenly realizing the coach has stopped. "I'll go with ya" offers Barnabus as he hurries and jumps out after Ankin. Stopping quickly he turns to offer a hand to Pomenia. "Madame."
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Ankin eyes Barnabus critically, "Any way you can make yourself look a bit less, erm, fighty? Maybe act drunk?"
"A quiet, melancholy kind of drunk", he adds quickly.
Kyrian smiles and plays along, pulling his hood up over his ears, and doing his best to hide his elongated canines.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Only by luck, though still unsure if good or bad," she replies to Kyrian, taking the sword, but looking it oddly, clearly having no clue how to use it. Unlike the others, as she gets out of the carriage she keeps her face uncovered. "How many groups? I do not know this area."
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means