"No idea", Diana whispered back, "I wish I had a snack."
"Speaking of snacks, you asked about food. I've never been to this polis, but it's famous for street food. There is supposedly a meat-on-a-stick vendor that has the greatest spice recipe in the world, that he refuses to sell or turn into an actual restaurant."
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Goran clues in immediately. "Please, no. Don't involve my lordship. He's standing all the way over there, obviously he wasn't involved." He speaks loudly and points directly at the pompous man whose rule he has been under. Almost yelling he beckons for his master to come and save him. "PLEASE SIR. I MEANT NO HARM TO THESE TRAVELLERS. I'M SURE YOU CAN CLEAR IT UP FOR ME."
((Not sure if I should resolve this or if Goliath wants to add some flair))
((Well that's that then. My thread didn't update and show the next page. Treat this post as pure theatrics I guess))
"No idea", Diana whispered back, "I wish I had a snack."
"Speaking of snacks, you asked about food. I've never been to this polis, but it's famous for street food. There is supposedly a meat-on-a-stick vendor that has the greatest spice recipe in the world, that he refuses to sell or turn into an actual restaurant."
Alright. You continue on to the polis, a huge city-state famous for its knowledge and vast libraries, art, and yes, street food. You are overwhelmed by the buildings and good smells. (Think Renaissance city, rather than Greece.) Passersby push past you, heading for the library or the gallery of art. What's your plan?
Abrontodon pointed at the stall vendors, " Lets see if we can find your guy."
" Also...we should probably find out why dead people are riding about the place and get someone to look at those masks."
" But first...food and drink for my new friend.....and the others too I guess."
Alright. You continue on to the polis, a huge city-state famous for its knowledge and vast libraries, art, and yes, street food. You are overwhelmed by the buildings and good smells. (Think Renaissance city, rather than Greece.) Passersby push past you, heading for the library or the gallery of art. What's your plan?
Goran clues in immediately. "Please, no. Don't involve my lordship. He's standing all the way over there, obviously he wasn't involved." He speaks loudly and points directly at the pompous man whose rule he has been under. Almost yelling he beckons for his master to come and save him. "PLEASE SIR. I MEANT NO HARM TO THESE TRAVELLERS. I'M SURE YOU CAN CLEAR IT UP FOR ME."
((Not sure if I should resolve this or if Goliath wants to add some flair))
((Well that's that then. My thread didn't update and show the next page. Treat this post as pure theatrics I guess))
((Goliath, would you mind cleaning this up? I can see you fixing the disconnect while still continuing the story, if you’re willing.))
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Goran stifles a laugh as his 'employer' falls to the ground. His amusement is short lived though as Thwack storms over and threatens to beat them all to a pulp. "Thwack, my friend, you know I don't hurt master. How many times we sit and eat together, you and me. You know I am not strong like Thwack." He attempts to calm the beast. "I think master is sick. You should carry him to doctor in polis, quickly. I will gather master's things and meet you there." Goran attempts to not only prevent the beating he is sure is headed his way, but also to create an opening for his escape.
Alright. You continue on to the polis, a huge city-state famous for its knowledge and vast libraries, art, and yes, street food. You are overwhelmed by the buildings and good smells. (Think Renaissance city, rather than Greece.) Passersby push past you, heading for the library or the gallery of art. What's your plan?
Basically, you now can do whatever you feel like, but I did hear people wanting to do things like eat street food, and research the dead guys.
((Thanks for that.))
Klopas takes in the sights and smells of another small city. He's traveled many throughout his days, and each have their own charm or repulsion.
Letting out a long slow sigh (but with untroubled in face or poise), he says, "Well friends, I was promised a drink, but before revelry or rest, I should probably check in with the local merchants guild."
Despite being the black sheep of the family, Klopas in general tried to be an honorable man. His family's standing always bade him to mix work with leisure, and the constant demands of jointly running a large conglomeration while simultaneously maintaining a good family name occasionally arrested his time, joy, and attention.
Looking over to Goran, Klopas gave a thoughtful smirk. "Glad things worked out for you.." he articulates.
Shifting his emerald gaze to Brundt, his smile grew. "Meet me at the tavern later for that drink you owe me?" he inquired jeeringly.
Brundt nods his head and grunts. He points to an establishment on the corner where they stand and says, "This place looks good as any. Now I have some research to get to."
Brundt leads the horse to a nearby stable. After tethering the horse, he starts walking around it, drawing lines in the dirt and hay with his foot, while chanting under his breathe and sprinkling various powders in the air. Finally, he plants his quarter staff in the ground before the horse and the sprig of mistletoe bound to the staff with a thorny vine briefly glows.
"Hello, fair beast. First, what should I call you?
Second, what can you tell me about whence you came with your master and to where you were headed?
Revelling in his new found freedom, Goran walks into the polis with a spring in his step that had been missing for months. "To all of your , a big thanks! If we're to head to a tavern, I would be honoured to buy you all a drink." His voice carries to each of the group with an air of true gratitude.
After Klopas' invitation to Brundt and the minotaurs departure with his equine charge, Goran immediately steps up to Klopas and speaks "I am more than happy to share a drink, even at this hour. Perhaps even see if we can't get the lay of the land from the locals". He gestures to the tavern door.
Disappointed but hardly surprised at the horse's lack of insight into the day's peculiar occurrences, Brundt nods along as the horse speaks.
"I see. Thank you for your candor. I'll see you well fed and looked after while you are here. And seeing as how you are for the time being without a master, would you have me as a rider? Think about it for when I return, and simply give me a nod or a shake of your head when you have your answer."
Walking from the stables, Brundt looks for a nearby stablehand. If he spies one, he tosses them a silver piece and points to the horse, "Get her fed and cleaned up, will you. She's been ridden hard and long today."He starts to walk away, but stops, turning back to the stablehand. "Oh, and can you point me in the direction of a big library? I hear this place is known for them."
With that, Brundt sets out for the library. If he's to learn anything about this 'Khea,' he figures there is likely no better place to start than there.
Revelling in his new found freedom, Goran walks into the polis with a spring in his step that had been missing for months. "To all of your , a big thanks! If we're to head to a tavern, I would be honoured to buy you all a drink." His voice carries to each of the group with an air of true gratitude.
After Klopas' invitation to Brundt and the minotaurs departure with his equine charge, Goran immediately steps up to Klopas and speaks "I am more than happy to share a drink, even at this hour. Perhaps even see if we can't get the lay of the land from the locals". He gestures to the tavern door.
Klopas chuckles slightly and brushes the hair from his face.
"As I said, I'll need to check in with the Merchant's Guild before anything.." he comments. "You're welcome to join me, if so inclined.."
Klopas gives Goran an brief and inquisitive scan.
"No thievery though... That would prove rather inconvenient on a number levels."
((Should Goran agree [or not], Klopas moves on to the guild...if you would, Goliath.))
"Oh trust me, my theiving days are done!" He almost raises a smirk but the thought of spending months if not years under the thumb of an obese aristocrat smothers the thought. He shudders before speaking up again. "Merchant guild? Never been to one of those before. Think I'll join you if that's ok? I don't know anything of this place so have to start somewhere."
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"No idea", Diana whispered back, "I wish I had a snack."
"Speaking of snacks, you asked about food. I've never been to this polis, but it's famous for street food. There is supposedly a meat-on-a-stick vendor that has the greatest spice recipe in the world, that he refuses to sell or turn into an actual restaurant."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Goran clues in immediately. "Please, no. Don't involve my lordship. He's standing all the way over there, obviously he wasn't involved." He speaks loudly and points directly at the pompous man whose rule he has been under. Almost yelling he beckons for his master to come and save him. "PLEASE SIR. I MEANT NO HARM TO THESE TRAVELLERS. I'M SURE YOU CAN CLEAR IT UP FOR ME."
((Not sure if I should resolve this or if Goliath wants to add some flair))
((Well that's that then. My thread didn't update and show the next page. Treat this post as pure theatrics I guess))
Abrontodon pointed at the stall vendors, " Lets see if we can find your guy."
" Also...we should probably find out why dead people are riding about the place and get someone to look at those masks."
" But first...food and drink for my new friend.....and the others too I guess."
((Goliath, would you mind cleaning this up? I can see you fixing the disconnect while still continuing the story, if you’re willing.))
Goran stifles a laugh as his 'employer' falls to the ground. His amusement is short lived though as Thwack storms over and threatens to beat them all to a pulp. "Thwack, my friend, you know I don't hurt master. How many times we sit and eat together, you and me. You know I am not strong like Thwack." He attempts to calm the beast. "I think master is sick. You should carry him to doctor in polis, quickly. I will gather master's things and meet you there." Goran attempts to not only prevent the beating he is sure is headed his way, but also to create an opening for his escape.
Deception 21
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Goran takes his chance and heads to the polis with the group.
Brundt leads the horse by its reigns into the polis.
((Thanks for that.))
Klopas takes in the sights and smells of another small city. He's traveled many throughout his days, and each have their own charm or repulsion.
Letting out a long slow sigh (but with untroubled in face or poise), he says, "Well friends, I was promised a drink, but before revelry or rest, I should probably check in with the local merchants guild."
Despite being the black sheep of the family, Klopas in general tried to be an honorable man. His family's standing always bade him to mix work with leisure, and the constant demands of jointly running a large conglomeration while simultaneously maintaining a good family name occasionally arrested his time, joy, and attention.
Looking over to Goran, Klopas gave a thoughtful smirk. "Glad things worked out for you.." he articulates.
Shifting his emerald gaze to Brundt, his smile grew. "Meet me at the tavern later for that drink you owe me?" he inquired jeeringly.
Brundt nods his head and grunts. He points to an establishment on the corner where they stand and says, "This place looks good as any. Now I have some research to get to."
Brundt leads the horse to a nearby stable. After tethering the horse, he starts walking around it, drawing lines in the dirt and hay with his foot, while chanting under his breathe and sprinkling various powders in the air. Finally, he plants his quarter staff in the ground before the horse and the sprig of mistletoe bound to the staff with a thorny vine briefly glows.
"Hello, fair beast. First, what should I call you?
Second, what can you tell me about whence you came with your master and to where you were headed?
Finally, who or what is Khea?"
Revelling in his new found freedom, Goran walks into the polis with a spring in his step that had been missing for months. "To all of your , a big thanks! If we're to head to a tavern, I would be honoured to buy you all a drink." His voice carries to each of the group with an air of true gratitude.
After Klopas' invitation to Brundt and the minotaurs departure with his equine charge, Goran immediately steps up to Klopas and speaks "I am more than happy to share a drink, even at this hour. Perhaps even see if we can't get the lay of the land from the locals". He gestures to the tavern door.
Disappointed but hardly surprised at the horse's lack of insight into the day's peculiar occurrences, Brundt nods along as the horse speaks.
"I see. Thank you for your candor. I'll see you well fed and looked after while you are here. And seeing as how you are for the time being without a master, would you have me as a rider? Think about it for when I return, and simply give me a nod or a shake of your head when you have your answer."
Walking from the stables, Brundt looks for a nearby stablehand. If he spies one, he tosses them a silver piece and points to the horse, "Get her fed and cleaned up, will you. She's been ridden hard and long today." He starts to walk away, but stops, turning back to the stablehand. "Oh, and can you point me in the direction of a big library? I hear this place is known for them."
With that, Brundt sets out for the library. If he's to learn anything about this 'Khea,' he figures there is likely no better place to start than there.
Klopas chuckles slightly and brushes the hair from his face.
"As I said, I'll need to check in with the Merchant's Guild before anything.." he comments. "You're welcome to join me, if so inclined.."
Klopas gives Goran an brief and inquisitive scan.
"No thievery though... That would prove rather inconvenient on a number levels."
((Should Goran agree [or not], Klopas moves on to the guild...if you would, Goliath.))
"Oh trust me, my theiving days are done!" He almost raises a smirk but the thought of spending months if not years under the thumb of an obese aristocrat smothers the thought. He shudders before speaking up again. "Merchant guild? Never been to one of those before. Think I'll join you if that's ok? I don't know anything of this place so have to start somewhere."