Sharn. The city of towers. 6 of the twelve moons are becoming more visible against the blazing orange of the sunset sky. The rings of Siberys arc across the sky, dividing it cleanly in two. The wind whips around you as you all stand atop the airship docks, the aromas and sounds of the busy city below, the drop dizzying as you realize how high you are. You all rushed here because of a letter you received from Germaine Vilroy,
"I need your help and expertise. The job pays well. Meet me on the airship docks as soon as you can. -Germaine"
(now would be a good time to formally introduce your characters.)
Still clutching the letter from the Sergeant, you see a human male that appears to be in his mid twenties. He had deep green eyes with a mop of messy brown hair that looks like it has not been properly groomed in some time. He is dressed in simple leather armor, and is covered in a dark cloak, on his hip sits a sheathed rapier and a sheathed dagger.
Ander looks up at the other people on the platform, "I assume your all here at Vilroy's request?" He holds up the letter showing it to everyone else, "Any idea what she may need us to do? It doesn't say on the letter."
Having emerged just minutes earlier from a scout-ship that bore the name Stormbringer and bearing the sigil of House Lyrandar docked nearby a silver-haired Half-Elven female with a tempestuous mane of long silver hair, haunting pale-blue eyes, and sun-kissed bronze skin gazed at the brown-haired human male who had just spoken as if sizing him up. There was a haughty demeanor about her. And she was dressed in rather expensive and elegant attire which consisted of a simple white linen tunic, black bodice, dark tight-fitting leather breeches, and knee-high Kraken-skinned boots which all but proclaimed her status as a Dragon Marked Heir of House Lyrandar. The only weapon she carried was a small ornate dagger.
After an uncomfortable silence, the silver-haired female offered the human a slight smile, "you assume correctly... at least where I am concerned. I cannot speak for the others of course. Perhaps I should introduce myself... I am Aurora d'Lyrandar. And I'm afraid that I have no nothing more to offer than was stated in the letter which apparently we all received."
Sitting on the ground is a male with pale, white skin and white eyes. His silver hair hangs down over the shaved sides of his head. He wears simple clothing and a dark cloak, with a silver rod in his lap.
Pulling a pastry out of a small bag, “Name is Bas. No idea why she wants us here.” Bas takes a bite of the pastry.
Stepping up to the group is a figure clad in full body armor cobbled together from strange beast hides, chitin, and bone. It carries a large wooden shield that looks vaguely like a reptilian face, and strapped to its back is a long and thin sword, seemingly made of bone lined with what appear in the gloom to be black teeth, each razor sharp. Even through a full face helmet, the voice is surprisingly clear though low and growly, but the eloquence is particularly at odds with the rough appearance of the orc, given its size and the few visible areas of green skin. "I am called Naedash. I am here, as well, to answer Vilroy's missive. It would seem she has finally called in the favor I owed her. How are you all acquainted with Vilroy?" They shrug in the tiniest movement and their eyes flick to the side, like they're trying to look over their shoulder without drawing attention, and they seem to sigh through their nose before anyone else has even spoken.
Laydd sits next to Bas. He wears a ratty green-brown cloak with several holes covered by patches and what looks to be moss growing from some sections of the cloth. Though his clothing can't be made out underneath his cloak, his boots, which are fully visible below the threadbare hem, extend almost up to his knees. Though the boots were clearly once very finely crafted, they appear to have seen better days, with mud stains up about seven eighths of their length, and various scratches, scuffs, and general wear and tear. As he raises his head to speak his hood falls back a little revealing glowing blue eyes, a brass face plate, and cooper accents. When he speaks his voice comes out with a bit of a rattle and a creak "pleasure" he says nodding as each member of the group interview introduces themselves. "I'm Laydd. Vilroy wasn't forthcoming" he says flashing his letter to the rest of the group. As he draws out the letter there is a glimpse under the cloak of a fine charcoal dress shirt with it's sleeves rolled up past the elbows and a fine blue vest over it.
In response to Naedash he cocks his head slightly and says "tracked for her after the war."
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Ander gives the party all a nod, "well the names Ander Jassan, too bad none of you know what we are doing here." Ander has a quick look around the docks, trying to spot Germaine or any other people coming there way.
Perception (if wanted): 10
"Oh and how I know Vilroy? I guess you could say a friend of a friend."
Ander gives the party all a nod, "well the names Ander Jassan, too bad none of you know what we are doing here." Ander has a quick look around the docks, trying to spot Germaine or any other people coming there way.
Perception (if wanted): 16
"Oh and how I know Vilroy? I guess you could say a friend of a friend."
The perception check reveals nothing of note, except for a strange elf hopping off the top of a building, which they absolutely shouldn’t be allowed on (you’ve tried) quite suddenly with what appears to be a raven perched on their shoulder before hopping into a sky coach
I still havent gotten used to the heights of the city. How do you handle it lady d'Lyrandar?
Ferdinand is a human man, you'd estimate him to be around 25 to 30 years of age, though he already bears the gray hair of an old man. Only in color not in amount. He wears a rust-red coat covering a white shirt and brown pants with kneepads and one wide suspender over his left shoulder. It has many pockets and compartments containing small wrenches, screwdrivers pliers and other tools. One reveals the bent wooden handle of a new experimental weapon.
Oh how uncouth of me he says as he turns around, now leaning on the railing. I still havent told you who i am. He lifts his hand up for a greeting. Ferdinand Bri… Ferdinand Cannith, pleasure to meet you all
Aurora turned to face the man who introduced himself as Ferdinand Cannith thinking that his... was an odd question given her name belonged to the noble House that all but ruled the skies. Still, the Half-Elf smiled politely, "Dragon-Marked of House Lyrandar such as myself... are born to ride the winds thus one quickly grows used to heights."She said proudly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ferdinand of House Cannith... so please do feel free to address me simply as Aurora."
Then i will be Ferdinand to you and we got ourself a deal.
The sky ships of house Lyrandar are truly majestic, but i much prefer the lightning rails. Glancing over at the ship Aurora arrived in he asks They are they built by your house right? I have not seen but one of those screws in our workshops.
Aurora's eyes hardened somewhat at Ferdinand's mention of preferring the lightning rails as she followed his gaze toward her ship. "No doubt your preference stems from aerophobia a condition not uncommon among groundlings. You just need time to acclimate yourself to traveling among the clouds. I extend to you an open invitation to travel with me on Stormbringer at any time so we might rid you of your affliction. Then we shall see which mode of travel you truly prefer!" She said with a smirk.
The Half-Elf smiled proudly at her vessel, "all sky-ships are constructed by House Lyrandar thus we own most of them with a few exceptions such as those that have fallen into the hands of privateers. You have a good eye... Stormbringer is rather unique... one might say experimental in nature thus there are few of her class but she is still of House Lyrandar!"
"No need for alarm, I'm right here. Just listening to this fabulous dialogue," a familiar voice says behind you, and you turn to see Germaine, her face illuminated by the warm red glow from the pipe between her teeth. "I figured it would be good to let you all get to know each other before this assignment. I'll cut to the chase, I need you all to talk to an informant who claims to have some crucial knowledge about nefarious goings-on in the Cogs. I need you to listen to what they have to say, and I don't want any of my people getting mixed up in this but I need to investigate if this does turn out to have some basis. I'll give you a Sharn Watch writ so you can have some authority and I'll pay you all 25 gold now and 75 once you finish the job. Plus the information you're after Aurora" she says, holding up a small red folder. "Any questions?"
Naedash's eyes flick between the Aurora and Ferdinand, following the conversation, but also a little puzzled by the talk of arcane inventions. They seem to relax at Vilroy's voice and turn toward the watchwoman. "And this task you ask of us, is it one that will help the people of this city? Is it virtuous?"
Germaine doesn't appear at all surprised by this question and assures you that this task is quite virtuous as you will be rooting out evil from the bowels of the city.
As Ferdinand introduces himself Laydds eyes lock on him but his focus is broken by Germaine approaching and he stands to face her. With a small smile he says "Price seems right. Job seems fair. I'm in."
Aurora wasn't so sure about working with a group of complete strangers but the site of the red folder caught her gaze and she knew that she didn't have a choice in the matter... she needed the information contained within. "Alright Vilroy, I'll do whatever you need, whatever's required. So who's this informant of yours?"
As Vilroy talks, Bas scans the faces of the others in the group. Hopefully they know what they’re doing, but knowing that Vilroy trusts them eases his mind. He pulls a bag from his pack, handing it to Vilroy. ”Mom wanted me to give you some goodies. You know I’m in.”
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Sharn. The city of towers. 6 of the twelve moons are becoming more visible against the blazing orange of the sunset sky. The rings of Siberys arc across the sky, dividing it cleanly in two. The wind whips around you as you all stand atop the airship docks, the aromas and sounds of the busy city below, the drop dizzying as you realize how high you are. You all rushed here because of a letter you received from Germaine Vilroy,
"I need your help and expertise. The job pays well. Meet me on the airship docks as soon as you can. -Germaine"
(now would be a good time to formally introduce your characters.)
Farewell.
Still clutching the letter from the Sergeant, you see a human male that appears to be in his mid twenties. He had deep green eyes with a mop of messy brown hair that looks like it has not been properly groomed in some time. He is dressed in simple leather armor, and is covered in a dark cloak, on his hip sits a sheathed rapier and a sheathed dagger.
Ander looks up at the other people on the platform, "I assume your all here at Vilroy's request?" He holds up the letter showing it to everyone else, "Any idea what she may need us to do? It doesn't say on the letter."
Having emerged just minutes earlier from a scout-ship that bore the name Stormbringer and bearing the sigil of House Lyrandar docked nearby a silver-haired Half-Elven female with a tempestuous mane of long silver hair, haunting pale-blue eyes, and sun-kissed bronze skin gazed at the brown-haired human male who had just spoken as if sizing him up. There was a haughty demeanor about her. And she was dressed in rather expensive and elegant attire which consisted of a simple white linen tunic, black bodice, dark tight-fitting leather breeches, and knee-high Kraken-skinned boots which all but proclaimed her status as a Dragon Marked Heir of House Lyrandar. The only weapon she carried was a small ornate dagger.
After an uncomfortable silence, the silver-haired female offered the human a slight smile, "you assume correctly... at least where I am concerned. I cannot speak for the others of course. Perhaps I should introduce myself... I am Aurora d'Lyrandar. And I'm afraid that I have no nothing more to offer than was stated in the letter which apparently we all received."
Sitting on the ground is a male with pale, white skin and white eyes. His silver hair hangs down over the shaved sides of his head. He wears simple clothing and a dark cloak, with a silver rod in his lap.
Pulling a pastry out of a small bag, “Name is Bas. No idea why she wants us here.” Bas takes a bite of the pastry.
Stepping up to the group is a figure clad in full body armor cobbled together from strange beast hides, chitin, and bone. It carries a large wooden shield that looks vaguely like a reptilian face, and strapped to its back is a long and thin sword, seemingly made of bone lined with what appear in the gloom to be black teeth, each razor sharp. Even through a full face helmet, the voice is surprisingly clear though low and growly, but the eloquence is particularly at odds with the rough appearance of the orc, given its size and the few visible areas of green skin. "I am called Naedash. I am here, as well, to answer Vilroy's missive. It would seem she has finally called in the favor I owed her. How are you all acquainted with Vilroy?" They shrug in the tiniest movement and their eyes flick to the side, like they're trying to look over their shoulder without drawing attention, and they seem to sigh through their nose before anyone else has even spoken.
Laydd sits next to Bas. He wears a ratty green-brown cloak with several holes covered by patches and what looks to be moss growing from some sections of the cloth. Though his clothing can't be made out underneath his cloak, his boots, which are fully visible below the threadbare hem, extend almost up to his knees. Though the boots were clearly once very finely crafted, they appear to have seen better days, with mud stains up about seven eighths of their length, and various scratches, scuffs, and general wear and tear. As he raises his head to speak his hood falls back a little revealing glowing blue eyes, a brass face plate, and cooper accents. When he speaks his voice comes out with a bit of a rattle and a creak "pleasure" he says nodding as each member of the group interview introduces themselves. "I'm Laydd. Vilroy wasn't forthcoming" he says flashing his letter to the rest of the group. As he draws out the letter there is a glimpse under the cloak of a fine charcoal dress shirt with it's sleeves rolled up past the elbows and a fine blue vest over it.
In response to Naedash he cocks his head slightly and says "tracked for her after the war."
Ander gives the party all a nod, "well the names Ander Jassan, too bad none of you know what we are doing here." Ander has a quick look around the docks, trying to spot Germaine or any other people coming there way.
Perception (if wanted): 10
"Oh and how I know Vilroy? I guess you could say a friend of a friend."
The perception check reveals nothing of note, except for a strange elf hopping off the top of a building, which they absolutely shouldn’t be allowed on (you’ve tried) quite suddenly with what appears to be a raven perched on their shoulder before hopping into a sky coach
Farewell.
I still havent gotten used to the heights of the city. How do you handle it lady d'Lyrandar?
Ferdinand is a human man, you'd estimate him to be around 25 to 30 years of age, though he already bears the gray hair of an old man. Only in color not in amount.
He wears a rust-red coat covering a white shirt and brown pants with kneepads and one wide suspender over his left shoulder. It has many pockets and compartments containing small wrenches, screwdrivers pliers and other tools. One reveals the bent wooden handle of a new experimental weapon.
Oh how uncouth of me he says as he turns around, now leaning on the railing. I still havent told you who i am. He lifts his hand up for a greeting. Ferdinand Bri… Ferdinand Cannith, pleasure to meet you all
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Aurora turned to face the man who introduced himself as Ferdinand Cannith thinking that his... was an odd question given her name belonged to the noble House that all but ruled the skies. Still, the Half-Elf smiled politely, "Dragon-Marked of House Lyrandar such as myself... are born to ride the winds thus one quickly grows used to heights." She said proudly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ferdinand of House Cannith... so please do feel free to address me simply as Aurora."
Then i will be Ferdinand to you and we got ourself a deal.
The sky ships of house Lyrandar are truly majestic, but i much prefer the lightning rails. Glancing over at the ship Aurora arrived in he asks They are they built by your house right? I have not seen but one of those screws in our workshops.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Aurora's eyes hardened somewhat at Ferdinand's mention of preferring the lightning rails as she followed his gaze toward her ship. "No doubt your preference stems from aerophobia a condition not uncommon among groundlings. You just need time to acclimate yourself to traveling among the clouds. I extend to you an open invitation to travel with me on Stormbringer at any time so we might rid you of your affliction. Then we shall see which mode of travel you truly prefer!" She said with a smirk.
The Half-Elf smiled proudly at her vessel, "all sky-ships are constructed by House Lyrandar thus we own most of them with a few exceptions such as those that have fallen into the hands of privateers. You have a good eye... Stormbringer is rather unique... one might say experimental in nature thus there are few of her class but she is still of House Lyrandar!"
It will be a pleasure, im sure. I admire experimental
Ferdinand seems to be thinking for a moment
Vilroy usually isn't late. Should we worry?
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
"No need for alarm, I'm right here. Just listening to this fabulous dialogue," a familiar voice says behind you, and you turn to see Germaine, her face illuminated by the warm red glow from the pipe between her teeth. "I figured it would be good to let you all get to know each other before this assignment. I'll cut to the chase, I need you all to talk to an informant who claims to have some crucial knowledge about nefarious goings-on in the Cogs. I need you to listen to what they have to say, and I don't want any of my people getting mixed up in this but I need to investigate if this does turn out to have some basis. I'll give you a Sharn Watch writ so you can have some authority and I'll pay you all 25 gold now and 75 once you finish the job. Plus the information you're after Aurora" she says, holding up a small red folder. "Any questions?"
Farewell.
Naedash's eyes flick between the Aurora and Ferdinand, following the conversation, but also a little puzzled by the talk of arcane inventions. They seem to relax at Vilroy's voice and turn toward the watchwoman. "And this task you ask of us, is it one that will help the people of this city? Is it virtuous?"
Germaine doesn't appear at all surprised by this question and assures you that this task is quite virtuous as you will be rooting out evil from the bowels of the city.
Farewell.
The cogs. Now i know why i am here. I‘ll help them take a gander.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
As Ferdinand introduces himself Laydds eyes lock on him but his focus is broken by Germaine approaching and he stands to face her. With a small smile he says "Price seems right. Job seems fair. I'm in."
Aurora wasn't so sure about working with a group of complete strangers but the site of the red folder caught her gaze and she knew that she didn't have a choice in the matter... she needed the information contained within. "Alright Vilroy, I'll do whatever you need, whatever's required. So who's this informant of yours?"
As Vilroy talks, Bas scans the faces of the others in the group. Hopefully they know what they’re doing, but knowing that Vilroy trusts them eases his mind. He pulls a bag from his pack, handing it to Vilroy. ”Mom wanted me to give you some goodies. You know I’m in.”