"Yeah well, I kinda thought the same..." One look at Winchesters rather grumpy face is enough to tell that he is rather dissatisfied with the outcome, maybe even a little miffed. "I guess this kind of business really is no longer what it used to be, back in the days..." He looks from Dusty to Isoldus, then to the train, a weird look on his face...maybe, apologetic for wasting time like that? "Wanna see if we can get another ominous fortune-telling, or shall we head back to our mister and missus employer."
"OOOOOOh Circus animals maybe? good to know for later" He beams at the group, before his smile fades and he remembers his task, "well I'm bored what's the plan, I don't think Winch is gettin his ammo via this route, and I wanna get moving"
"Yeh, I reckon I just found myself a reason to help relief this Mayor guy of his duties too. Let's head back and discuss our next move with the others then..."
(So, are you leaving, then? Btw, I'm not trying to railroad you or anything by closing the Flint's shop, I assure there's a reason for it, and I'm not trying to lock you out of using your background feature. In case you might have thought that was what I was doing, after reading back a bit I realize that it may have seemed like that)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(No worries, just thought with the information we have, which is fairly limited, and the current situation, going back and regrouping makes the most sense)
(Everyone is currently together, I believe, since we've kinda... just lost our artificer and our fighter, it seems. Actually, now that I think about it, the party is very... sparse at the moment. Do you all have any opinions on trying to bring more people in? We can also just continue with a 3 person party, and allow everyone to take on two different roles with train combat)
(Four, I think. I'm trying to follow, though I admit I have lost you at some point. I thought we left the bar heading for the train, but somehow we're at a circus, searching for someone named Flint? I hoped things would become clearer as time went by, and then perhaps Hugeo would have something to say/do.)
(The party followed Winchester as he tried to contact someone to resupply, but it turned out to be a bit of a dead end, and the party is determining whether they should investigate further or return. And sorry, I just assumed that we had 5 members since I almost always run 5 member parties, so my brain did 5-2=3 :P)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(I think we should be able to manage for now with four as long as we are active, if you humbug want to recruit and introduce a fifth then I wouldn't be opposed)
Unless anyone stops him, and he half expects someone to do so, Dusty arrogantly heads the group toward the mayor's place of residence (I believe ruby said nothward) he keeps lookout for a building looking like it's from Anth'Tkur.
Dusty(and whoever goes with him) heads north, taking a lift on the way which brings him into the view of a grand tower, at least five stories tall. It is indeed modeled after the towers of Anth'Tkur, though perhaps less impressive. It's not as tall as the old towers were, and without the presence of other such towers it just seems out of place. The paint on the stone walls is almost completely peeled away, and the few windows are shuttered. A grand double doorway stands at its base, in front of which two guards stand.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Winchester follows, a couple steps behind, quite obviously lost in thought or rather visibly moping about the incident at Flints. He looks up for a moment, his hands twitching to the holster around his hip, before slumping down again, as he decides to let the bard to the talking for now.
A guard returns the wave with a fixed smile, and gives Dusty a small nod. "A good day today, as all are days, as all days will be, forever and onward. Are you lookin' for an audience with the mayor?"
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
The guard nods and opens the door, leading you into the tower. He leads you down a richly-adorned hallway, into a cozy den, where padded chairs and couches line the walls. The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and mounted on the far wall is the furred head of what could only be a juvenile sand dragon, star-shaped snout still fixed in a nasty snarl. The floor is carpeted, and in some parts of the room strewn with various instruments, gongs, drums, firecrackers, and other such sound-making devices. After a few minutes, the door opens again, and in strolls a richly-dressed orc. He is clad in fine clothes in the orcish fashion, made from animal hide and dust bunny wool, and engineered to keep one warm during the night, yet cool during the day. His left arm is covered, but his right is fully bare, revealing the branching scar that runs all the way up it, like a fork of lightning. He is an impressively sized fellow, definitely quite old for an orc, though due to the gigantism that plagues the entire race they do not live particularly long. A long, never-shorn beard runs down his face, a symbol of his great age and the respect he bears. He sits opposite of Dusty and Winchester (and anyone who follows), notably struggling to do so, his legs ill-proportioned to bear his great weight.
Following behind him, padding down the stairs its claws click-clicking on the ground, is a Barh'Aht, a Great Gliding Dragon. This scaled, reptilian beast has two flaps of folded skin on the side of its body, which in flight will extend out, allowing the beast to glide. In reality, Barh'Aht are not actually at all related to dragons, and their "wings" are not an extra set of limbs, and are instead a skin membrane stretched between the Barh'Aht's ribs, which can be extended at will. Which is a real adaptation that a real creature in real life has. Draco Volans are awesome.
As he speaks, his great tusks, which curl up, over his face, and are barely an inch away from connecting with the top of his head, cause his words to be slightly slurred. An orc's tusks make speaking common difficult, though one cannot properly speak orcish without them. (A fact which leads many half-orcs, whose tusks are simply not large enough, to ostracization, as they are only capable of speaking young orcish, as opposed to elder orcish.)
"Hello! To what do I owe this visit? Come you to provide materials for the festival? I do not recognize you, are you here to join us in the Ton'On? Sands willing, we shall coax Lahi'On out of hiding, and be free of the Devil's influence!"
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"Yeah well, I kinda thought the same..." One look at Winchesters rather grumpy face is enough to tell that he is rather dissatisfied with the outcome, maybe even a little miffed. "I guess this kind of business really is no longer what it used to be, back in the days..." He looks from Dusty to Isoldus, then to the train, a weird look on his face...maybe, apologetic for wasting time like that? "Wanna see if we can get another ominous fortune-telling, or shall we head back to our mister and missus employer."
"I think they might be a delegation, I don't see the tellers 'grand wagon',"
Dusty walks up to the carnival painted locomotive and knocks on the door to the car, "anyone in? we're acquainted with the lord Dante Arc!"
Dusty gets no human response, but the second car rumbles ominously, and Dusty thinks he can hear something like scratching from within...
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"OOOOOOh Circus animals maybe? good to know for later" He beams at the group, before his smile fades and he remembers his task, "well I'm bored what's the plan, I don't think Winch is gettin his ammo via this route, and I wanna get moving"
"Yeh, I reckon I just found myself a reason to help relief this Mayor guy of his duties too. Let's head back and discuss our next move with the others then..."
(So, are you leaving, then? Btw, I'm not trying to railroad you or anything by closing the Flint's shop, I assure there's a reason for it, and I'm not trying to lock you out of using your background feature. In case you might have thought that was what I was doing, after reading back a bit I realize that it may have seemed like that)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(understood.. I'm currently unsure if we are all together or not and so before moving on completely I think it would be best to regroup.)
(No worries, just thought with the information we have, which is fairly limited, and the current situation, going back and regrouping makes the most sense)
(Everyone is currently together, I believe, since we've kinda... just lost our artificer and our fighter, it seems. Actually, now that I think about it, the party is very... sparse at the moment. Do you all have any opinions on trying to bring more people in? We can also just continue with a 3 person party, and allow everyone to take on two different roles with train combat)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(Four, I think. I'm trying to follow, though I admit I have lost you at some point. I thought we left the bar heading for the train, but somehow we're at a circus, searching for someone named Flint? I hoped things would become clearer as time went by, and then perhaps Hugeo would have something to say/do.)
Varielky
(The party followed Winchester as he tried to contact someone to resupply, but it turned out to be a bit of a dead end, and the party is determining whether they should investigate further or return. And sorry, I just assumed that we had 5 members since I almost always run 5 member parties, so my brain did 5-2=3 :P)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
(I think we should be able to manage for now with four as long as we are active, if you humbug want to recruit and introduce a fifth then I wouldn't be opposed)
(So, where is the party heading now?)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Unless anyone stops him, and he half expects someone to do so, Dusty arrogantly heads the group toward the mayor's place of residence (I believe ruby said nothward) he keeps lookout for a building looking like it's from Anth'Tkur.
Dusty(and whoever goes with him) heads north, taking a lift on the way which brings him into the view of a grand tower, at least five stories tall. It is indeed modeled after the towers of Anth'Tkur, though perhaps less impressive. It's not as tall as the old towers were, and without the presence of other such towers it just seems out of place. The paint on the stone walls is almost completely peeled away, and the few windows are shuttered. A grand double doorway stands at its base, in front of which two guards stand.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
As he approaches the doors Dusty bows deep to the guards, "Good day! Good Day!"
Winchester follows, a couple steps behind, quite obviously lost in thought or rather visibly moping about the incident at Flints. He looks up for a moment, his hands twitching to the holster around his hip, before slumping down again, as he decides to let the bard to the talking for now.
A guard returns the wave with a fixed smile, and gives Dusty a small nod. "A good day today, as all are days, as all days will be, forever and onward. Are you lookin' for an audience with the mayor?"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"indeed they will be! and indeed we are! Is the kind gentleman Mayor taking visitors this fine day?!" Dusty beams toward the guard in response.
The guard nods and opens the door, leading you into the tower. He leads you down a richly-adorned hallway, into a cozy den, where padded chairs and couches line the walls. The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and mounted on the far wall is the furred head of what could only be a juvenile sand dragon, star-shaped snout still fixed in a nasty snarl. The floor is carpeted, and in some parts of the room strewn with various instruments, gongs, drums, firecrackers, and other such sound-making devices. After a few minutes, the door opens again, and in strolls a richly-dressed orc. He is clad in fine clothes in the orcish fashion, made from animal hide and dust bunny wool, and engineered to keep one warm during the night, yet cool during the day. His left arm is covered, but his right is fully bare, revealing the branching scar that runs all the way up it, like a fork of lightning. He is an impressively sized fellow, definitely quite old for an orc, though due to the gigantism that plagues the entire race they do not live particularly long. A long, never-shorn beard runs down his face, a symbol of his great age and the respect he bears. He sits opposite of Dusty and Winchester (and anyone who follows), notably struggling to do so, his legs ill-proportioned to bear his great weight.
Following behind him, padding down the stairs its claws click-clicking on the ground, is a Barh'Aht, a Great Gliding Dragon. This scaled, reptilian beast has two flaps of folded skin on the side of its body, which in flight will extend out, allowing the beast to glide. In reality, Barh'Aht are not actually at all related to dragons, and their "wings" are not an extra set of limbs, and are instead a skin membrane stretched between the Barh'Aht's ribs, which can be extended at will. Which is a real adaptation that a real creature in real life has. Draco Volans are awesome.
As he speaks, his great tusks, which curl up, over his face, and are barely an inch away from connecting with the top of his head, cause his words to be slightly slurred. An orc's tusks make speaking common difficult, though one cannot properly speak orcish without them. (A fact which leads many half-orcs, whose tusks are simply not large enough, to ostracization, as they are only capable of speaking young orcish, as opposed to elder orcish.)
"Hello! To what do I owe this visit? Come you to provide materials for the festival? I do not recognize you, are you here to join us in the Ton'On? Sands willing, we shall coax Lahi'On out of hiding, and be free of the Devil's influence!"
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."