"All right, all right... eight hours to kill then," Sam says looking around the bar. "However shall we kill the time?" He knows there was talk of training with the weird gravity but he's kind of hoping they do that on the ship when they're going to be cooped up anyway. No pun intended...
"Ah the people are in need of basic rights of living....food, shelter, clothing? Perhaps a little good will then...Can you tell me what is needed and perhaps I can buy a few things to make some donations?"
With the deal set and a time agreed, Griff takes a slip from Gale and then leads the party toward the door of the tavern-like building, "come Sam, I have sending word ahead and my family is waiting at the training place"
As Muir asks what can be done, Griff makes sure he is out of Gale's earshot before remarking "what they are needing us honour and structure, Gojiin is a place which could not move fast enough to be changing with new structures of exchange, specifically gold. As a result, the guards there are easily being paid off with trade goods, crime is being rife, and all peoples there are being affected, so many were leaving, and those who are stayed are making the place not good. We will be careful when we are being there"
Sam follows Griff with just a slight raise of an eyebrow. He wasn't the worst at this up having gravity thing! Why was he singled out?? But still, Órga and Boris should get some work in as well. If they're going to be sticking around for a while, and so far it seems they will be, they may need to run up a wall or something.
"I don't totally disagree with them," Sam says as Griff is talking of Gojiin. "Gold... coins in general... They make trade easier. Yes. It's also easier to hoard coin than it is goods and services. If you hoard crops while your neighbors starve your hoard will eventually rot as well. Stockpile all the gold instead and it's so much easier to let your neighbors suffer..." Sam shrugs. He's no economist and he's sure he's explaining what he means wrong. Jimmy would be able to explain it so much better... Speaking (or thinking) of...
Sam rummages around in his pouches and eventually pulls out the Sending Stone that Jimmy had given him. "Jimmy? Not sure if this'll work. We're on a different plane. Wild, right? Anyway, we're looking for a load stone to try to save the Treasury from falling. Once we find we'll send to Hog. He will rush to Treasury. Not sure you can do anything but... Consider this a test of the stone across planes? Alright then... Be seeing ya."
Replacing the Sending Stone, Sam nudges Boris and gives him a silent signal that basically says Alright then, follow the bird man! Órga gets a hand scratching up in his mane as he walks alongside Sam.
Muir continues asking about Gojiin "The ruler of Gojiin...They do not help their people? In my travels it seems that when species do not have the basic requirements of life, crime and hardship are high....Perhaps they need help farming?"
Griff continues speaking as he leads the group around the windy crystal roads and away from the tavern/tree/port building, "Gojiin is not like Akiin at all, it is said that each Djiin is being a different emotional state, but that is just story that travellers like to be telling. If it were being true though Gojiin would certainly be sadness. There is being many attempt at farming in Gojiin, but is being difficult when crime is so high, yes? How can you be protecting your crop when others will steal, when those paid to be protecting are stealing too, it is making food price there too high, and people are being too down trodden to continue trying, instead just are keeping to themselves or turning to crime. Gojiin is only being as powerful as his people. Same as Akiin."
Griff leads you to a crystal building seemingly the same as others around it. He enters and takes you down some stairs beneath the ground level to an underground room brightly lit from the light seeping in from the crystal above but also lightning tubes set into the ceiling which extend energy out to large glass bowls shining down. Before you all is a cavernous room with platforms hanging from the ceilings and some areas where the floor gently curves up to the walls and then the ceiling. In the middle of the room is a large ball.
An Aarakocra woman and three children appear to be waiting with a basket, the children run forth and go to jump on and greet their father, screaming in delight in the Auran tongue they bombard Griff.
"You can't help a people until they are willing to accept help," Sam chimes in. "And not just a few here and there. For them, sometimes, the best you can do is help them get out." Or so Sam imagines. He figures it is similar to back home where you can find a person all the jobs in the world but unless they're willing to work they won't hold it for long.
Sam doesn't think much of it until they get down the stairs and the children greet their father but once they do he asks "This is your home?" It had not looked like a home to him. The crystal construction had just not brought such a thought to his head but now he silently chastises himself for that, for they have to live somewhere.
"Umm, is it ok?" Sam asks Griff, indicating Ógra and Boris. "Should they stay outside?" Sam had put a restraining hand on each once he saw the children but he hadn't need to worry, both the beasts recognize the children and such and neither are showing any particular need to a snack...
"this is not being my home, this is training area, see. I simply asked my family to be meeting me here, my children like to play here, is being like training, they will help you too, they will play game with you, and then maybe I will be having them shoot you with dummy arrow" Griff chuckles the only way a bird can as his kids climb around him and start asking questions in their strange tongue, they point at several members of the party, their faces curious and surprised but not threatened. He answers them gently and kindly, apparently asking them something in return, they get off him and stand waiting patiently looking toward the group, "I have been telling them over the past day or so after my returning, that your group was being the one who saved me from your strange world, they are asking what your animals are, and also asking if Neferox and Muir are also your pets."
"Well Ógra is a lion," Sam says as he gives the lion a big pat between the shoulders to indicate which he is talking about. Then, with a wave of his hand to his other side he adds "And Boris is what is known to us as a boar. Though Boris is a giant one. They usually come much smaller. Much..."
Sam then looks to Muir and Neferox and gets a mischievous little grin. "Well, they're not MY pets," Sam says, emphasis on the my. "MY pets all come out of a magic bag... Those two don't come from the bag..."
Elthana asks Griff, "If Gojiin is 'sad', what is Akiin?" she had an idea, but was curious what the locals thought. At the mention of Muir being a pet, she chuckles. But enjoys watching Griff and his children. She feels a small pang of guilt with the fact they are dragging him along away from his family again.
"So.. when shall we start?" Elthana pulls out her black pole and spins it around a bit, ready to conquer this gravity situation.
Gewyn starts to shift into entertainer mode when he sees the enthusiastic kids. Big grin, pipes in hand, a spring in his step... but seems relieved enough when their attention is largely occupied by Griff.
Turning to Elthana, he solemnly says, "Akiin means pain." He stoops forward and puts his hand on his lower back. "As in, 'Man, I slept horribly. I have just the worst ak-iin my back!"
"Well... Shall we play a game?" Sam asks looking to the kids and the animals and starting to walk forward into what he guesses is the playroom. "Are there any specific rules or...?" Sam asks this as he starts trying to walk up one of the curves that change floor to wall, doing his best to concentrate where gravity should be for what he wants to do and hoping not to fall on his head and be real entertainment for the kids.
Griff looks to Elthana, "if the travellers story is being believed then I am thinking Akin would be joy, it seems he is being joyful even when things are going wrong, yes".
As people get ready to begin Griff's wife approaches the group with a bow, splaying her wings out in a graceful manner, she looks around the group and announces in broken common, "I am thank you for return of my Griff from other world, I am hope that you make him return from Gojiin too" she smiles and presents the basket, with a nod to Griff, who then takes it and explains. "This is being our dinner, when we are being finished with training then we will be eating here and find our vessel, maybe still being time for you all to drink at the foundling port too should you be wishing"
As Griff is talking to the group, the more observant members watch as Griff's wife attached three leather strips to the belt buckles of each of her three children who jump, dance and giggle with excitement. Once that is done they begin Running, Flying and inverting their gravity all over the damn room, jumping from platform to platform, running up walls and clambering over tye massive ball in the center, the three birdlings become a buzz of speedy activity.
Griff looks to you all with the exhausted stare that only a father of three energetic children could possibly have. "Your task is being to take the three strips of cloth off of the kids belts, please to be keeping this game non-violent yes? I have seen you on the battlefield and you can be terrifyingly skillful so yes, non violent.
if you do not believe that your animals, Muir excluded if you are pardoning my kids mistake, can play without injuring the kids then I ask that you are keeping them down here with me, there are no rules rally just a kids game of tag but being with the cloth things, is this being all good?"
The room is set out in a square around 80ft long and wide, platforms hang around 20 ft off the floor in each corner of the room, which is itself about 40ft high, the large ball in the center of the room is also about 20ft in diameter and perfectly spherical.
One of the kids is currently standing on the ceiling directly above you all.
The second is running around the circumference of the ball in the middle of the room completely sideways as it wobbles with their weight.
The last child is doing a handstand on the underside of a platform furthest away from the group.
You start by the door on the north wall, and everyone is up!
Sam laughs and looks to Griff. "I think you are right. Me and the animals should maybe leave this game to the more gentle of us. Perhaps when my teammates need a breather then the clunkier, more roughhousing crew will take a turn..."
Sam is in truth relieved. He was already having visions of himself clumsily crushing the little delicate bird-kids. It made much more sense for his lumbering self and the Giant Boar and the Line and maybe Neferox, if they're up to it, to play their own more violent tag after the fact...
Gewyn plays a little fanfare on his pipes and says, "Let the games begin!" (Mantle of inspiration: 8 temp HP to Gewyn, Vin, Elthana, Muir, and Sam, and each can move full movement as reaction)
He looks up nervously and shakes his hands out as he takes a deep breath to psych himself up. Not bothering with the wall, he closes his eyes and wills himself to fall upward. Half way up, he tries to switch back to the big down and then to the ceiling again to slow his momentum, but he loses focus from vertigo and ends up landing too hard on the ceiling beside the kid directly above the group. But not before he takes a chance to reach for the cloth on the kid's belt.
Wisdom failed
Attack: 21 (rolled 17 with disadvantage, added 3 for dex, and 1 for jack of all trades[half of proficiency rounded down] since I'm not sure if he would be considered proficient with a dex-based unarmed strike)
Gewyn lands with a crash against the hard crystal and he damn near breaks his leg, (12 bludgeoning damage) which shocks the poor bird boy into freezing just long enough for Gewyn to whip a cloth strip off of him, stand up and start running across the ceiling toward the child furthest away.
Vin and Neferox both bound forwards, Neferox dashes an extra 30ft and begins chasing the bird kid on the ball toward the front. Vin on the other hand runs forward 20ft and then leaps into the air attempting to land sideways on the ball and intercept the child. The same as Gewyn, vin manages to try something to grand to quickly and smacks himself hard against the ball and then falls to the floor, his hands flailing aimlessly towards the child but to no avail (6 bludgeoning dam)
Muir watches Gewyn and Vin fail. Muir figures it can't be that difficulty as he has done it once before. He decides to jump right to the ceiling (?) for the child above them and fails miserably crashing back to the ground, laying on his back staring up or is it down? Muir clearly doesn't know
Sam watches and finds himself laughing quite profusely... He is definitely glad he chose not to compete against the kids. He has no doubts he'll make at least a big a fool of himself once he practices but at least it won't be in competition with kids!!
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"All right, all right... eight hours to kill then," Sam says looking around the bar. "However shall we kill the time?" He knows there was talk of training with the weird gravity but he's kind of hoping they do that on the ship when they're going to be cooped up anyway. No pun intended...
"Ah the people are in need of basic rights of living....food, shelter, clothing? Perhaps a little good will then...Can you tell me what is needed and perhaps I can buy a few things to make some donations?"
With the deal set and a time agreed, Griff takes a slip from Gale and then leads the party toward the door of the tavern-like building, "come Sam, I have sending word ahead and my family is waiting at the training place"
As Muir asks what can be done, Griff makes sure he is out of Gale's earshot before remarking "what they are needing us honour and structure, Gojiin is a place which could not move fast enough to be changing with new structures of exchange, specifically gold. As a result, the guards there are easily being paid off with trade goods, crime is being rife, and all peoples there are being affected, so many were leaving, and those who are stayed are making the place not good. We will be careful when we are being there"
Sam follows Griff with just a slight raise of an eyebrow. He wasn't the worst at this up having gravity thing! Why was he singled out?? But still, Órga and Boris should get some work in as well. If they're going to be sticking around for a while, and so far it seems they will be, they may need to run up a wall or something.
"I don't totally disagree with them," Sam says as Griff is talking of Gojiin. "Gold... coins in general... They make trade easier. Yes. It's also easier to hoard coin than it is goods and services. If you hoard crops while your neighbors starve your hoard will eventually rot as well. Stockpile all the gold instead and it's so much easier to let your neighbors suffer..." Sam shrugs. He's no economist and he's sure he's explaining what he means wrong. Jimmy would be able to explain it so much better... Speaking (or thinking) of...
Sam rummages around in his pouches and eventually pulls out the Sending Stone that Jimmy had given him. "Jimmy? Not sure if this'll work. We're on a different plane. Wild, right? Anyway, we're looking for a load stone to try to save the Treasury from falling. Once we find we'll send to Hog. He will rush to Treasury. Not sure you can do anything but... Consider this a test of the stone across planes? Alright then... Be seeing ya."
Replacing the Sending Stone, Sam nudges Boris and gives him a silent signal that basically says Alright then, follow the bird man! Órga gets a hand scratching up in his mane as he walks alongside Sam.
"So.... Who gets seasick?"
Muir continues asking about Gojiin "The ruler of Gojiin...They do not help their people? In my travels it seems that when species do not have the basic requirements of life, crime and hardship are high....Perhaps they need help farming?"
Griff continues speaking as he leads the group around the windy crystal roads and away from the tavern/tree/port building, "Gojiin is not like Akiin at all, it is said that each Djiin is being a different emotional state, but that is just story that travellers like to be telling. If it were being true though Gojiin would certainly be sadness. There is being many attempt at farming in Gojiin, but is being difficult when crime is so high, yes? How can you be protecting your crop when others will steal, when those paid to be protecting are stealing too, it is making food price there too high, and people are being too down trodden to continue trying, instead just are keeping to themselves or turning to crime. Gojiin is only being as powerful as his people. Same as Akiin."
Griff leads you to a crystal building seemingly the same as others around it. He enters and takes you down some stairs beneath the ground level to an underground room brightly lit from the light seeping in from the crystal above but also lightning tubes set into the ceiling which extend energy out to large glass bowls shining down. Before you all is a cavernous room with platforms hanging from the ceilings and some areas where the floor gently curves up to the walls and then the ceiling. In the middle of the room is a large ball.
An Aarakocra woman and three children appear to be waiting with a basket, the children run forth and go to jump on and greet their father, screaming in delight in the Auran tongue they bombard Griff.
"You can't help a people until they are willing to accept help," Sam chimes in. "And not just a few here and there. For them, sometimes, the best you can do is help them get out." Or so Sam imagines. He figures it is similar to back home where you can find a person all the jobs in the world but unless they're willing to work they won't hold it for long.
Sam doesn't think much of it until they get down the stairs and the children greet their father but once they do he asks "This is your home?" It had not looked like a home to him. The crystal construction had just not brought such a thought to his head but now he silently chastises himself for that, for they have to live somewhere.
"Umm, is it ok?" Sam asks Griff, indicating Ógra and Boris. "Should they stay outside?" Sam had put a restraining hand on each once he saw the children but he hadn't need to worry, both the beasts recognize the children and such and neither are showing any particular need to a snack...
"this is not being my home, this is training area, see. I simply asked my family to be meeting me here, my children like to play here, is being like training, they will help you too, they will play game with you, and then maybe I will be having them shoot you with dummy arrow" Griff chuckles the only way a bird can as his kids climb around him and start asking questions in their strange tongue, they point at several members of the party, their faces curious and surprised but not threatened. He answers them gently and kindly, apparently asking them something in return, they get off him and stand waiting patiently looking toward the group, "I have been telling them over the past day or so after my returning, that your group was being the one who saved me from your strange world, they are asking what your animals are, and also asking if Neferox and Muir are also your pets."
"Well Ógra is a lion," Sam says as he gives the lion a big pat between the shoulders to indicate which he is talking about. Then, with a wave of his hand to his other side he adds "And Boris is what is known to us as a boar. Though Boris is a giant one. They usually come much smaller. Much..."
Sam then looks to Muir and Neferox and gets a mischievous little grin. "Well, they're not MY pets," Sam says, emphasis on the my. "MY pets all come out of a magic bag... Those two don't come from the bag..."
Muir laughs "Yes Master Sam comand me at your leisure.....Perhaps you would like some grog or goulash to satiate your ever growing appetite"
"Hey! I said not mine..." Sam points out.
"But you know, goulash would be good..."
Elthana asks Griff, "If Gojiin is 'sad', what is Akiin?" she had an idea, but was curious what the locals thought. At the mention of Muir being a pet, she chuckles. But enjoys watching Griff and his children. She feels a small pang of guilt with the fact they are dragging him along away from his family again.
"So.. when shall we start?" Elthana pulls out her black pole and spins it around a bit, ready to conquer this gravity situation.
Gewyn starts to shift into entertainer mode when he sees the enthusiastic kids. Big grin, pipes in hand, a spring in his step... but seems relieved enough when their attention is largely occupied by Griff.
Turning to Elthana, he solemnly says, "Akiin means pain." He stoops forward and puts his hand on his lower back. "As in, 'Man, I slept horribly. I have just the worst ak-iin my back!"
"Well... Shall we play a game?" Sam asks looking to the kids and the animals and starting to walk forward into what he guesses is the playroom. "Are there any specific rules or...?" Sam asks this as he starts trying to walk up one of the curves that change floor to wall, doing his best to concentrate where gravity should be for what he wants to do and hoping not to fall on his head and be real entertainment for the kids.
Griff looks to Elthana, "if the travellers story is being believed then I am thinking Akin would be joy, it seems he is being joyful even when things are going wrong, yes".
As people get ready to begin Griff's wife approaches the group with a bow, splaying her wings out in a graceful manner, she looks around the group and announces in broken common, "I am thank you for return of my Griff from other world, I am hope that you make him return from Gojiin too" she smiles and presents the basket, with a nod to Griff, who then takes it and explains. "This is being our dinner, when we are being finished with training then we will be eating here and find our vessel, maybe still being time for you all to drink at the foundling port too should you be wishing"
As Griff is talking to the group, the more observant members watch as Griff's wife attached three leather strips to the belt buckles of each of her three children who jump, dance and giggle with excitement. Once that is done they begin Running, Flying and inverting their gravity all over the damn room, jumping from platform to platform, running up walls and clambering over tye massive ball in the center, the three birdlings become a buzz of speedy activity.
Griff looks to you all with the exhausted stare that only a father of three energetic children could possibly have. "Your task is being to take the three strips of cloth off of the kids belts, please to be keeping this game non-violent yes? I have seen you on the battlefield and you can be terrifyingly skillful so yes, non violent.
if you do not believe that your animals, Muir excluded if you are pardoning my kids mistake, can play without injuring the kids then I ask that you are keeping them down here with me, there are no rules rally just a kids game of tag but being with the cloth things, is this being all good?"
The room is set out in a square around 80ft long and wide, platforms hang around 20 ft off the floor in each corner of the room, which is itself about 40ft high, the large ball in the center of the room is also about 20ft in diameter and perfectly spherical.
One of the kids is currently standing on the ceiling directly above you all.
The second is running around the circumference of the ball in the middle of the room completely sideways as it wobbles with their weight.
The last child is doing a handstand on the underside of a platform furthest away from the group.
You start by the door on the north wall, and everyone is up!
Sam laughs and looks to Griff. "I think you are right. Me and the animals should maybe leave this game to the more gentle of us. Perhaps when my teammates need a breather then the clunkier, more roughhousing crew will take a turn..."
Sam is in truth relieved. He was already having visions of himself clumsily crushing the little delicate bird-kids. It made much more sense for his lumbering self and the Giant Boar and the Line and maybe Neferox, if they're up to it, to play their own more violent tag after the fact...
Gewyn plays a little fanfare on his pipes and says, "Let the games begin!" (Mantle of inspiration: 8 temp HP to Gewyn, Vin, Elthana, Muir, and Sam, and each can move full movement as reaction)
He looks up nervously and shakes his hands out as he takes a deep breath to psych himself up. Not bothering with the wall, he closes his eyes and wills himself to fall upward. Half way up, he tries to switch back to the big down and then to the ceiling again to slow his momentum, but he loses focus from vertigo and ends up landing too hard on the ceiling beside the kid directly above the group. But not before he takes a chance to reach for the cloth on the kid's belt.
Wisdom failed
Attack: 21 (rolled 17 with disadvantage, added 3 for dex, and 1 for jack of all trades[half of proficiency rounded down] since I'm not sure if he would be considered proficient with a dex-based unarmed strike)
Gewyn lands with a crash against the hard crystal and he damn near breaks his leg, (12 bludgeoning damage) which shocks the poor bird boy into freezing just long enough for Gewyn to whip a cloth strip off of him, stand up and start running across the ceiling toward the child furthest away.
Vin and Neferox both bound forwards, Neferox dashes an extra 30ft and begins chasing the bird kid on the ball toward the front. Vin on the other hand runs forward 20ft and then leaps into the air attempting to land sideways on the ball and intercept the child. The same as Gewyn, vin manages to try something to grand to quickly and smacks himself hard against the ball and then falls to the floor, his hands flailing aimlessly towards the child but to no avail (6 bludgeoning dam)
Muir watches Gewyn and Vin fail. Muir figures it can't be that difficulty as he has done it once before. He decides to jump right to the ceiling (?) for the child above them and fails miserably crashing back to the ground, laying on his back staring up or is it down? Muir clearly doesn't know
Sam watches and finds himself laughing quite profusely... He is definitely glad he chose not to compete against the kids. He has no doubts he'll make at least a big a fool of himself once he practices but at least it won't be in competition with kids!!