Upon accepting the mission, arcane sigils on the note flare, then dissipate. It is not clear as to what it was, and those of you who can detect arcane mischief does not sense anything off. The journey to a port that would take you to Amzu takes a few days at most for some of you, given your options(or lack thereof in comparison) of traveling to a different continent. As such, you arrive at your destination at different times. (Everyone roll a 1d6. Whoever rolls a 1, 2 or a 3 arrives first, if multiple people roll those numbers, they arrive on the same ship, and thus, reply to this post first). It is evening, close to 9:00, as the landmass of Amzu comes into full view. Many passengers are excited to get off after such a long journey, as are you. Even though you are about an hour away, and Amzu is still but a shape in the distance, the lights of Veingo port shine as bright as the stars in the sky. (I know it's not night in this pic, bear with me)
When you arrive at the port, you are greeted by the locals with loud, boisterous music. Men and women filled the streets, dancing and singing to their heart's content. You can spot at least three bands playing from the ship, each a good distance away from each other so their music won't clash. One of them on the bridge where your shipped docked. Some of the passengers immediately get to screaming and partying while the rest(yourself included) need to cover your ears. The residents here consist mainly of beastfolk. Tabaxi and kenku being the apparent majority, with some minotaurs and firbolgs. Humans and elves are present, but only a handful.
When you finally reach the edge of the bridge you are greeted with the full sight of Veingo; dozens of colorful ribbons and tapestries decorate the walls of houses and shops, connecting lamppost to lamppost across streets. Roaming down the main road are a group of men and women wearing very loose, vibrant and transparent silks that drape over them, and actual garments that cover very little. Their fur or skin are painted either red or yellow, and covering their hands are dozens of large feathers that, when they swing them, emit a glittery substance. One of them, a human woman, you'd guess in her late 20's early thirties, notices you and, somehow, her already bright smile gets brighter as she dances/skips towards you, after which she gives an extravagant bow and says, "Hello!" She beams, still bouncing to the beat. " You are here for Sunswall aren't you?"
Night's Silver Lining walks off the ship with her jaw open and her eyes everywhere. This is so far from anything she had ever seen at home that she almost feels as if she's now seen everything! As she slowly and gingerly moves down the dock and into the celebrants she cannot help but notice all the people! And all the opportunities to collect a shiny or two... She resisted taking advantage of other Tabaxi, for the time being, and she had heard one should be careful around the Kenku. But there was an elven couple just over there who seemed really enraptured by the music and she had a coin purse just begging to be slipped off her belt.
Night's Silver Lining stealthily walked up to behind the elven couple and...
"What, me?" Silver said, turning to face the human woman who had shouted hello and asked if she was here for Sunswall. The elven couple had also turned around and seemed put off by the black furred Tabaxi with the white stripe down her back who was standing so close to them so they hurriedly moved off. Demmit, I have the worst luck, Silver thought. "Yes! Yes I am," she said aloud in reply to the human.
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
One of the first to debark the ship is a young man, dressed in relatively nice attire and carrying himself confidently and with poise. He has short black hair and pale skin, and a slim build. Strapped to his belt is a longsword, and he holds an instrument case at his side. Seeing the festivities, he sighs and smiles, shaking his head slightly. These types of revelries were enjoyable, but not quite his speed.
Turning to the dancing woman who had addressed him, he regards her with a nod of the head. "Good evening to you, madam. Sunswall would indeed happen to be my destination - very perceptive of you. Would you happen to be affiliated with the mayor of the city? Has he sent you?" Nephis asks her quietly.
As soon as "Ye-" leaves Silver's lips, this woman's arms swing open and wrap tightly around her. Try as she might, she cannot escape from her ironclad hug. She bounces and twists around with her, squealing in her ear. A couple of other dancers make their way to the both of you, tossing a glittery substance from their feathers, whilst wrapping you in feather and shiny stone necklaces.
When she finally lets you go, the fur on your arms and one side of your face is caked with red paint. It wasn't...pleasant, but you're oddly not too bothered by it either. "I am so happy you are here! Thank you for accepting the letter!" She starts to bounce again. "Was everybody on the boat?! Are they all here for the party?!!" Then, seeing another man approaching, her eyes dilate as she skips over to Nephis.
"Sweetie, you don't need to whisper, nobody can hear you." She gestures to the party with her feathers. "Tailman paid me to send out letters about a week ago. Best part, I didn't think anyone would answer so fast! Thank the gods too, the party's just getting started!" In the distance you can see a plethora of 'competitions' around town. Some of them involving drink of dance, and others that are, after taking a second to focus, and immediately averting your eyes, may be a bit much.
Silver quickly pats herself down, kind of discreetly, to make sure all her stuff is where it belongs. "Everybody?" She asks, absently. "Ok, I guess this guy here to was invited but how many others is everybody? I didn't know anybody else got a letter at all til now."
Night's Silver Lining looks over the other one who was greeted and wonders why she never made him for a likely mark while onboard. He looks like he may have a thing or two worth the taking...
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
He would, indeed. He seems to be holding his instrument case close at the moment, though his coin pouch, if he has one, isn't visible on his person.
"Wonderful. Veingo is a beautiful town. I assume we're leaving once the rest of us get here, madam... (pause)... may I ask your name?"
Nephis would also ask a few questions of her: "Where, specifically, are we headed? Anything pressing we should know in the meantime? Are there any local customs that would be important to follow but that one wouldn't necessarily know about?"
Once he finishes that conversation, he would turn to the Tabaxi who was also talking to the woman. "So, we're to be working together, then? A pleasure to meet you." he says, extending a handshake. "My name is Nephis Rosendrake. Who might you be?"
Silver tilts her head one way, and then the other, while examining this man. "Me and you? Partners? Us against the world, hmmm...?" She asks, speculatively. "Oh dear, they don't stand a chance!" Silver takes his hand in bother of hers and just holds it for a moment rather than shaking.
"I am Night's Silver Lining," she says, more excitedly. "That's a mouthful, I know. Most people just call me Stinky.... Errr no!! No, sorry, so! Silver, that's what they call me. Sorry, I was thinking of something else, Silver is the name though, 'cause it's part of my name and that's what everyone calls me and yes, you should call me that, sure. thanks..." She started off strong but with the slip of the tongue and the flashback to taunts and torments from her village, she grew shy and quiet and turned around and buried her face in her hands.
"Just call me Silver," she said, regrouping, distracting herself by looking for a nice target for some petty thievery.
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
"Night's Silver Lining... honestly, that name's beautiful. If only human naming conventions weren't so... mundane." Nephis chuckles to himself a bit before returning to his handshake with a smile, either not noticing the slip-up or choosing to ignore it completely."Silver, got it. Well met."
He leans against the dock railing, watching the festivities a bit.
The woman tilts her head up to the sky and, with mannerisms more appropriate for a girl half her age, groans to the stars above. "Oh come ooooooon! Don't make me think about work right now! I was just dancing!" She swings her hand feathers about in a quick fit, releasing a cloud of glitter, then sighs. "Okay okay, party-poopers, There's a caravan just at the edge of town, it's gonna take you to Shuvin. It's, like, a checkpoint. A week's trip...I think. Then it's a mile hike through the mountains and bam, Sunswall! Don't really know from there, though. I don't know where Tailman is, could ask around for that. Might be a guide. I don't know. I don't care. I'm trying to have fun right now!" She then rushes past the both of you towards a shop stall, picking up four bottles of liquid, two per hand, and rushes back to you.
In that time, Nephis, despite his best efforts of calmly and politely deny their advances, has three feather necklaces around his neck and waist, put on by a handful of women, and a few colorful handprints around his waist.
The woman, now holding two(you have to assume) alcohol bottles in her hands, cheers, "You wanna know culture? Here's a crash course: Two drink policy!"
Looking at the town from his ship, Jaden is trying to work out if this apparent celebration has some sort of theme. Are the inhabitants celebrating some sort of special event as shown by repeated symbols amongst all the bunting, or are they always like this?
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist) Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon. The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Eili does her best to maneuver her small frame through the crowd, towards the woman she can only assume is her contact, if what she's overheard is true. She politely apologizes for bumping into people--or rather, they bumped into her, leaving streaks of paint on her already dirty skin.
Finally reaching her, she holds out the letter to the woman. "Excuse me," she says, the common tongue still feeling weird on her lips after all these years, "is this... From you!"
The woman turns to Eili and beams, jumping up and about around the growing group. "Aha! And that's number three! Man, I was expecting one or two of you guys to answer the letter. But THIS is great!" She holds up the four drinks to her. "Come on! Drink!" Eili cannot read any of the words on the fancy shaped bottles, but she could surmise that these are exotic beverages.
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Upon accepting the mission, arcane sigils on the note flare, then dissipate. It is not clear as to what it was, and those of you who can detect arcane mischief does not sense anything off. The journey to a port that would take you to Amzu takes a few days at most for some of you, given your options(or lack thereof in comparison) of traveling to a different continent. As such, you arrive at your destination at different times. (Everyone roll a 1d6. Whoever rolls a 1, 2 or a 3 arrives first, if multiple people roll those numbers, they arrive on the same ship, and thus, reply to this post first). It is evening, close to 9:00, as the landmass of Amzu comes into full view. Many passengers are excited to get off after such a long journey, as are you. Even though you are about an hour away, and Amzu is still but a shape in the distance, the lights of Veingo port shine as bright as the stars in the sky. (I know it's not night in this pic, bear with me)
When you arrive at the port, you are greeted by the locals with loud, boisterous music. Men and women filled the streets, dancing and singing to their heart's content. You can spot at least three bands playing from the ship, each a good distance away from each other so their music won't clash. One of them on the bridge where your shipped docked. Some of the passengers immediately get to screaming and partying while the rest(yourself included) need to cover your ears. The residents here consist mainly of beastfolk. Tabaxi and kenku being the apparent majority, with some minotaurs and firbolgs. Humans and elves are present, but only a handful.
When you finally reach the edge of the bridge you are greeted with the full sight of Veingo; dozens of colorful ribbons and tapestries decorate the walls of houses and shops, connecting lamppost to lamppost across streets. Roaming down the main road are a group of men and women wearing very loose, vibrant and transparent silks that drape over them, and actual garments that cover very little. Their fur or skin are painted either red or yellow, and covering their hands are dozens of large feathers that, when they swing them, emit a glittery substance. One of them, a human woman, you'd guess in her late 20's early thirties, notices you and, somehow, her already bright smile gets brighter as she dances/skips towards you, after which she gives an extravagant bow and says, "Hello!" She beams, still bouncing to the beat. " You are here for Sunswall aren't you?"
Jaden's d6 for arrival: 4
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Nephis' arrival d6: 2
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Eili's arrival roll: 3
Night's Silver Lining's arrival roll: 3
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Hate when that happens: 3
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Night's Silver Lining walks off the ship with her jaw open and her eyes everywhere. This is so far from anything she had ever seen at home that she almost feels as if she's now seen everything! As she slowly and gingerly moves down the dock and into the celebrants she cannot help but notice all the people! And all the opportunities to collect a shiny or two... She resisted taking advantage of other Tabaxi, for the time being, and she had heard one should be careful around the Kenku. But there was an elven couple just over there who seemed really enraptured by the music and she had a coin purse just begging to be slipped off her belt.
Night's Silver Lining stealthily walked up to behind the elven couple and...
"What, me?" Silver said, turning to face the human woman who had shouted hello and asked if she was here for Sunswall. The elven couple had also turned around and seemed put off by the black furred Tabaxi with the white stripe down her back who was standing so close to them so they hurriedly moved off. Demmit, I have the worst luck, Silver thought. "Yes! Yes I am," she said aloud in reply to the human.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
To Silver: Make a dex save.
Silver hex save: 16
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Nephis:
One of the first to debark the ship is a young man, dressed in relatively nice attire and carrying himself confidently and with poise. He has short black hair and pale skin, and a slim build. Strapped to his belt is a longsword, and he holds an instrument case at his side. Seeing the festivities, he sighs and smiles, shaking his head slightly. These types of revelries were enjoyable, but not quite his speed.
Turning to the dancing woman who had addressed him, he regards her with a nod of the head. "Good evening to you, madam. Sunswall would indeed happen to be my destination - very perceptive of you. Would you happen to be affiliated with the mayor of the city? Has he sent you?" Nephis asks her quietly.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
As soon as "Ye-" leaves Silver's lips, this woman's arms swing open and wrap tightly around her. Try as she might, she cannot escape from her ironclad hug. She bounces and twists around with her, squealing in her ear. A couple of other dancers make their way to the both of you, tossing a glittery substance from their feathers, whilst wrapping you in feather and shiny stone necklaces.
When she finally lets you go, the fur on your arms and one side of your face is caked with red paint. It wasn't...pleasant, but you're oddly not too bothered by it either. "I am so happy you are here! Thank you for accepting the letter!" She starts to bounce again. "Was everybody on the boat?! Are they all here for the party?!!" Then, seeing another man approaching, her eyes dilate as she skips over to Nephis.
"Sweetie, you don't need to whisper, nobody can hear you." She gestures to the party with her feathers. "Tailman paid me to send out letters about a week ago. Best part, I didn't think anyone would answer so fast! Thank the gods too, the party's just getting started!" In the distance you can see a plethora of 'competitions' around town. Some of them involving drink of dance, and others that are, after taking a second to focus, and immediately averting your eyes, may be a bit much.
Silver quickly pats herself down, kind of discreetly, to make sure all her stuff is where it belongs. "Everybody?" She asks, absently. "Ok, I guess this guy here to was invited but how many others is everybody? I didn't know anybody else got a letter at all til now."
Night's Silver Lining looks over the other one who was greeted and wonders why she never made him for a likely mark while onboard. He looks like he may have a thing or two worth the taking...
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
He would, indeed. He seems to be holding his instrument case close at the moment, though his coin pouch, if he has one, isn't visible on his person.
"Wonderful. Veingo is a beautiful town. I assume we're leaving once the rest of us get here, madam... (pause)... may I ask your name?"
Nephis would also ask a few questions of her: "Where, specifically, are we headed? Anything pressing we should know in the meantime? Are there any local customs that would be important to follow but that one wouldn't necessarily know about?"
Once he finishes that conversation, he would turn to the Tabaxi who was also talking to the woman. "So, we're to be working together, then? A pleasure to meet you." he says, extending a handshake. "My name is Nephis Rosendrake. Who might you be?"
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Silver tilts her head one way, and then the other, while examining this man. "Me and you? Partners? Us against the world, hmmm...?" She asks, speculatively. "Oh dear, they don't stand a chance!" Silver takes his hand in bother of hers and just holds it for a moment rather than shaking.
"I am Night's Silver Lining," she says, more excitedly. "That's a mouthful, I know. Most people just call me Stinky.... Errr no!! No, sorry, so! Silver, that's what they call me. Sorry, I was thinking of something else, Silver is the name though, 'cause it's part of my name and that's what everyone calls me and yes, you should call me that, sure. thanks..." She started off strong but with the slip of the tongue and the flashback to taunts and torments from her village, she grew shy and quiet and turned around and buried her face in her hands.
"Just call me Silver," she said, regrouping, distracting herself by looking for a nice target for some petty thievery.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
"Night's Silver Lining... honestly, that name's beautiful. If only human naming conventions weren't so... mundane." Nephis chuckles to himself a bit before returning to his handshake with a smile, either not noticing the slip-up or choosing to ignore it completely. "Silver, got it. Well met."
He leans against the dock railing, watching the festivities a bit.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
The woman tilts her head up to the sky and, with mannerisms more appropriate for a girl half her age, groans to the stars above. "Oh come ooooooon! Don't make me think about work right now! I was just dancing!" She swings her hand feathers about in a quick fit, releasing a cloud of glitter, then sighs. "Okay okay,
party-poopers, There's a caravan just at the edge of town, it's gonna take you to Shuvin. It's, like, a checkpoint. A week's trip...I think. Then it's a mile hike through the mountains and bam, Sunswall! Don't really know from there, though. I don't know where Tailman is, could ask around for that. Might be a guide. I don't know. I don't care. I'm trying to have fun right now!" She then rushes past the both of you towards a shop stall, picking up four bottles of liquid, two per hand, and rushes back to you.In that time, Nephis, despite his best efforts of calmly and politely deny their advances, has three feather necklaces around his neck and waist, put on by a handful of women, and a few colorful handprints around his waist.
The woman, now holding two(you have to assume) alcohol bottles in her hands, cheers, "You wanna know culture? Here's a crash course: Two drink policy!"
Looking at the town from his ship, Jaden is trying to work out if this apparent celebration has some sort of theme. Are the inhabitants celebrating some sort of special event as shown by repeated symbols amongst all the bunting, or are they always like this?
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
roll a history check, with advantage.
Eili does her best to maneuver her small frame through the crowd, towards the woman she can only assume is her contact, if what she's overheard is true. She politely apologizes for bumping into people--or rather, they bumped into her, leaving streaks of paint on her already dirty skin.
Finally reaching her, she holds out the letter to the woman. "Excuse me," she says, the common tongue still feeling weird on her lips after all these years, "is this... From you!"
The woman turns to Eili and beams, jumping up and about around the growing group. "Aha! And that's number three! Man, I was expecting one or two of you guys to answer the letter. But THIS is great!" She holds up the four drinks to her. "Come on! Drink!" Eili cannot read any of the words on the fancy shaped bottles, but she could surmise that these are exotic beverages.