Kashika sat there with her arms crossed now, as the man hadn't replied just yet, barely settling her back against the wall when Tamara approached. The kobolds studied her to some degree, as Tamara approached with a much different air than Mordred. And Kashika was seemingly far more open to being approached by Tamara than Mordred though the reasons were various for her opinion on each, as the group from above made.. or in some cases stumbled.. their way down.
After Tamara had finished introducing herself, though Kashika's arms didn't un-cross, she loosened a little. I a-agree. H-he seems honorable. So at the very least I will s-stretch in saying that he likely w-won't stab us in the b-back. But at the same time, his h-honor may drag us .. or hold us into f-f-f-fatal events. I'm glad that there is atleast one other who understands that honor is worth n-nothing if you're d-d-dead. she said, nodding in approval of her assesment - though it was smehwat clear that she wasn't necessarily insulting Mordred, but she didn't agree with his mindset - then again, Mordred (likely) hadn't had the same experiences Kashika had...... Obviously more happened than what I s-said, but I didn't want to repeat myself. I figured I would wait for the others before going into d-detail. Kashika's eyes lingered on Tamara for a bit longer, a faint bit of curiosity under the otherwise flat-colored eyes buried underneath her aggressive-skittish demeanor before her attention was drawn to the sun-guy approaching them.
Her tail flicked a few times, as thanks to his spell he and the others had become excessively obvious to anyone facing that general direction.
Nygil gives Zalten a half irritated, half embarrassed, look when he hears him laugh, but doesn't remark on it. However, glancing his way he notices Zalten approach a human and a kobold. He vaguely remembers Cyra saying something about "vultures" hanging around outside...so he assumes these must be them. ...He pauses for a moment. Does he really want to try this task with some failures? If they are truly as incompetent as Cyra made it sound, then there is a strong possibility that they could just botch the mission for all of them.... Still... He eyes Mordred... that one looks like a paladin. Hmmm, could be useful. The Kobold on the other hand...well he'd never exactly met one before, but they were generally looked down on by those around him. He himself never knew what to think, so he'd decided he'd have to find out for himself why they thought Kobolds were so "low".
After a moment, he decides that having someone who has at least tried to the mission would be useful. They were a source of information. If they proved to be a liability... well someone should figure out how to get them home. If they were champions, Nygil assumes that means they were also pulled out of their home world. So they deserved a way home as well...even if they do prove to be as incompetent as the dragon thinks they are.
"As long as I don't have to carry the team," he thinks to himself. "Surely everyone here has SOMETHING to contribute. Otherwise why would the universe summon them?" Then again, the universe apparently summoned all the failed champions as well...their outlook is looking pretty grim. "No, I will overcome this and lead the way to freedom!" He tells himself as he walks over to the two strangers Zalten had approached.
"Hello, I am Nygil Farruner," He gives a stiff bow. "I assume you two... three..."he adds, noticing a third failure now that he is there. "Are former champions. Well, I and my companions..." He looks back up the stairs, realizing he hadn't even actually introduced himself to anyone before this... other then Cyra. Which meant everyone had already heard his name, but still. Good grief he'd lost all sense of manners hadn't he. Oh well. Shaking his head, "Anyways, we are getting ready to head out for the Twilight. I'm assuming you will want to join our...merry band... on this quest to steal a stolen crown." He rolls his eyes, "And then go home. Yes?"
Jumble watched as the others came down and introduced themselves. So far, a fair enough bunch. Some looked stronger than others, but really, without knowing everyone's skills--or exactly what they were up against--trying to calculate odds seemed futile.
Still, as they seemed to be finally all gathering together, the bard decided to whistle for his familiar. From a nearby high outpost, an owl descended, silently landing on Jumble's shoulder. "Stay close for now, Ichabod," he whispered to the bird. "I don't have the many components to resurrect you here, maybe just once or twice at most." The bard wasn't entirely sure how much of their master's speech a familiar actually understood, but it at least helped him focus, so he talked to his without reservation.
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Mordred had listened to the kobold talk about sinking ships. The blonde haired male looked up at her still knelt with emerald green eyes. He had given the Kobold a nod.
"If the ship is to sink than I suppose it is fair for every person to be for themselves. Until such a time though I will take the front. Though I understand if you aren't eager to trust another."
It was than another had approached the conversation Tamara. Mordred had carefully stepped back on two feet as stranger.. Tamara introduced themselves. Sharing a bit of perspective to the dialogue. He had let out a small baritone chuckle as Tamara commented on Mordred's honor. "Honor.. It's been a long time since.." Mordred had shook his head to force any intruding thoughts away from his mind. He had cleared his throat before responding to Tamaria.
"The name's Mordred, nice to meet you. I can't expect anymore here in Twilight so I understand you're point of view. At least you are honest about it."
Mordred had knew not many would be eager to work together. Even Mordred himself was guarded after the time spent here. It certainly can wear on a persons body and mind. In the end everybody was eager to make it home and for most that meant by any means even if it was abandoning others. Mordred wanted to go home.. More than anything but could he? Abandon another to live to fight another day? He wasn't sure himself the more time he spent here the more he felt less like himself.
He had looked back to the Kobold as she spoke of Mordred's potential to or not to stab someone in the back. Had she meant so literally? The main in heavy armor with a long sword and shield? Or was it more a metaphorical statement? Honor would drag one down? Nothing when you're dead? Mordred hadn't agreed with that. In his life before he had seen many perish with honor and in that sacrifice many more were saved.
"If I.."
"If I could die making a difference than it wasn't in vain. "These were the words of the man who lived his life before this place but.. Mordred couldn't find himself to repeat this old mantra. It wasn't that he didn't believe it but after his failures.. Had he deserved to say such a thing? He would however say one thing.
"To me a life of running behind others, putting only myself first and adding nothing to another's life. A life of survival and nothing else is nothing but animal instinct.. It's not really living either."
Mordred had believed that with his entire being even if he was beginning to slip away in this place. He had clutched the holy symbol on his chest, though muddied it was still important to him. Though in this place.. His god's presence had felt so far away. Well that was an understatement Mordred had kept his blessing but.. He couldn't feel that light anymore. In his time here all he had manged to do was survive just like those before him. And while some may be content with survival above all things Mordred was sickened with himself that was all he could accomplish so far. In the life he had before he made a difference he could make a change and now he was stuck in a petty power struggle between two tyrants.
"But I've no room to talk, I can respect you're own value's and ideals even if I cannot see eye to eye with them. We are all meant to walk down our own paths. I can accept the fact you'll put yourself first if you can accept my own way of doing things."
With that the arrivial of new companions had entered, Mordred wasn't one for crowds but he hadn't scowled.. Well not anymore than his usual resting his face. He had heard a yelp turning to see a elf fall down a staircase as another laughed at him. A few of them introducing themselves, a cleric of light? He too can hardly feel his god. It seemed it wasn't only Mordred.
"I'm sorry to hear you cannot hear you're god, it's an honor to meet an Aasmiar I've much respect for you're kind. The name's Mordred it is a pleasure to meet you."
He hadn't offered a smile but he had tried the best he could to lighten up his expression which.. Wasn't very much really. Mordred had begun to really scan over the batch of unfortunate souls. Would they fare better than the last? Would they be as full of hot air and bluster? Or would they be willing to work as a team? It was hard to say. Hopefully they knew how dangerous things were going to be.
"Former champions?"
He asked raising an eyebrow to Nygil, is that how Cyra referred to them now? How quaint for a tyrant who couldn't make any real moves to accomplish her goal. Ha it wasn't like she even had to summon the champions all she had to do was wait for her crown. No matter how many souls would be lost in the Twilight she'd get what she wanted.. Eventually. Mordred had noticed the elf roll his eyes a bit when speaking of heading home. Crossing his arms he had give a snide smirk for the first time.
"Sure, just don't go falling on yourself in the twilight."
He said motioning his chin toward the stairs he had just came from. Lowering his arms back down as his smirk slowly began to reside he had decided to offer an introduction of his own for this.. Nygil.
"The name's Mordred, let us be off toward Twilight. Does anyone need to make any preparations first?"
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I just read the OOC for the intimidation thing sorry been busy too! Oh okay I understand what you are saying ^^ That's why I had Mordred have a moment he got lost in the kobold's stare cause you're roll was so high. I didn't make a charisma save though for Intimidation back. I just decided to go along with it for the sake of some fun roleplay
If I did roll a charisma save though (just for fun) here it'd be
18
I didn't think you were arguing semantics or anything ^^ I like seeing other viewpoints and I think it's cool people have so many different takes on the subject. Ability checks on player vs player can be touchy for some but I didn't take it that way I promise.
“Pleasure to meet you as well Mordred,” Zalten responds,“There’s no need to apologize. I can’t imagine a deity of light being able to reach where even light itself barely does. I’m ready to get a move on if we all are. What exactly can we expect to run into out there? Cyra wasn’t exactly generous when it came to details”
Yep, nothing bad between us as players! Its extemely rare i have a problem with another player, everything is more or less IC. Sadly Mordred started to step on a rake, took their foot off and, then slammed back down on it!
Just prior to the others finally joining the failures Kashika had been watching them approach with mild interest as they approached. The more martial classes were easy to spot, as they generally carried weapons, though those without could easily be monks or casters of some sort. However, Mordred began to respond to her comments, which was fine, and she made sure she listened, as she had ultimately judged him based on her perception. As he began to speak about living only to survive, and it making one an animal, her temper flared for a moment, and a near-literal fire erupted in her amber-hued eyes, but he then added the part about "Accepting ones values" and she began to cool down, only for Mordred to slam down on the rake with full force (as unintentional as it may have been!)
She stood once more to full height, her breathing rapid, her chest rising and falling as she points an accusatory finger, eyes wide open and her needle-teeth exposed, in the first real 'life' that anyone had seen in her out of this group. Though her next words were entirely assumption....
IT'S EASY FOR ONE L-LIKE YOU TO SAY! When y-you've never had to live every--- she catches herself about to reveal far too much, though the raw, stinging fury almost literally radiated from her tiny form. Her breathing ragged, and her eyes shooting daggers that could pierce even plate armor. The others had gotten close enough and the aasamir was about to introduce himself, as well as Nygil (No relation to the thornberrys!). And barely containing herself, she managed to contain her thoughts to her mind, so they wouldn't slip into the real world every time this animal found herself alone, and it was all she could do to survive. You have no right to judge me. this only registered on the outside as near hatred for the man now. She turned her head away to see Nygil and the aasimar just as they began to introduce themselves.
She listened, though her fury was visible still, if only through her body's slight quiver. To Nygils question, she managed to reply though. Yes. T-though my failure was not entirely my own fault. But blaming the dead will do no good. I am ready to go .. have b-been ready for several days. If .. h-however, you don't have clothing fit for s-sandstorms. I would suggest you find some. But I am s-shocked you dont have any questions from us failures about what to expect before we g-g-g-go.
Tamara looked past Mordred and the kobold toward the new champions as they left the castle, then had to turn away and put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh as one of them almost faceplanted going down the stairs. She cleared her expression and faced them again, noticing Florie look over and retreat into the castle. Guess she's about as eager as I am to meet again. She nodded to the kobold's words, nodded again to Mordred's greeting, then listened to some of what Mordred said before ignoring the rest and focusing on the new group, who seemed to be coming over to them. Were definitely coming over, actually.
The human introduced himself as Jumble, a bard... Must be an old nickname or something. Hope it doesn't describe his mind... "My name is Tamara, and yes, I think we were all planning to join you on toward Twilight. And I hope that you prove as able as the heroes of lore and literature,"she replied, with both complete sincerity and slight amusement.
Tamara brightened a bit when she heard Zalten mention that he was a former cleric... and slumped a bit when she realized "former" didn't mean he had left his old church or something. "Yes, us three are all former champions, although I wasn't working for Cyra my last time through."She almost went on, but her thoughts turned dark and she left it at that.
Nygil spoke, and Tamara recognized him as the one who'd tripped. She made sure to suppress the smile, especially with how obviously arrogant this elf was. She had to bit her lip to stop herself after hearing Mordred's barb. Maybe she'd misjudged that knight. Maybe... "Yes, we're all planning to join the rest of you on your trip into Twilight, I believe. I've got no desire to stay in this pit of despair, getting stepped on one tyrant or the other."
After deep thought and quite a lot of pinching, Jack decides then and there that this was, in fact, not a dream. He had only really heard of multiple realms, dimensions, or universes in stories, books, literature! It had not once crossed his mind in his 32 years of living that entire galaxies existed outside of what he knew. The moment deserved an epiphany of sorts, but Practical Jack gave it as much of a fanfare as one would give the birth of an ant, which is to say none at all.
He follows Florie outside the castle, keeping a keen eye out for nothing in particular. He notices the humans and the kobold and does not engage at first. Instead, he waves goodbye to Florie with a small smile, then looks off into the horizon, trying to see if he can find some hint to where their destination lies in the distance.
Perception: 14
The yelp coming from Nygil breaks him out of his foggy thoughts and back to the present. He walks down the stairs and over to the congregation, silently making note of everyone’s names. Though he was a little lost before, he feels like he’s putting the pieces together quite nicely in his mind. But he can’t help but feel just a little uncomfortable with all this talk of death and survival. “I’m Jack, at your service. It’s nice to meet y’all.” He gives the group as a whole a nice smile. “I trust we’ll be in each other’s good company as we go to get this crown, hm?” Listening to Mordred and Zalten’s exchange he has to chime in. “Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling out of it. I’m sure as long as we keep our gods in our thoughts we’ll be alright.” Jack shifts from one foot to another, doffing his cloak and lifting up his bulky traveling case, placing it neatly on his back like a backpack. “Unless there are any spare tools lying around I could snag before we leave, I think I’m just about as ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s get a move on.”
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
(Just thought i should mention this. Since this is a One-shot, i am not enforcing spell components, though if any of you wish to use them to add flavor, you can get them from town. Or you can just say you already have them. All Mordred and Kashika, would know their way around Dusk fairly well by now, Tamara would know her way around a little, but knows Dawn better than Dusk.)
(I'm going to let this RP continue a bit until you all decide if you are going to stop somewhere in town or if you want to head strait for the Twilight.)
(OOC: Nygil was rolling his eyes about the stealing a stolen crown just so you know lol. But that's a reasonable misunderstanding on Mordred's part.)
When Mordred remarks on Nygil "tripping over himself", Nygil crosses his arms and glares, "That...was completely intentional. It is a common exercise to sharpen your reflexes. I learned it from one of the masters at the monastery... his discipline was the Drunken Fist, which...isn't really my line of study but I found that particular exercise useful. You should try it sometime."
"Wait, your name is Morbid?" He blinks, having been distracted by his explanation of his trip. "Thats... not a very good name for a paladin. I mean, my family name is Farruner, which is ridiculous, but come on... Morbid?"
After a second he realizes his mistake and says, "OHHH, Mordred. Sorry about that." He laughs, "I had so many questions for a moment, but that doesn't matter now." He shakes his head, chuckling a little.
"Alright then, who wants to lead the way... preferably someone who knows the lay of the land," Nygil looks to Mordred. "How about you..."He looks down at the kobold. "Or you... whichever of you is more confident that you won't lead us off a cliff." He looks to Tamara, "I am right with you my lady. Let us move out!" He turns on his heal and prepares to start walking towards Dawn. If no one immediately follows him he says, "Well? Are we going or not?"
Mordred had looked at the small creature point a finger his way with flaring amber eyes. His eyes had narrowed a bit as he examined the creature. He hard to tell if he was angry or if this was just his usual expression but for added measure he had crossed his arms looking down at the Kobold.
"Never had to what? I won't claim to know what is in you're life. That being said, don't be as bold to assume how others have lived."
His arms had fallen down a bit as his face twisted into a sorta grimace, a mixture of rage and pain had danced across the features of his face. It took everything he had to not lose his cool completely but he had decided.. Not on what little honor he had left but the last spark of empathy he could feel for others. He had decided to give the Kobold a chance to calm down before throwing oil onto an open flame. At least the logical part of his brain had told him but, he couldn't help but send a seething glance to the Kobold. His face was no longer a stonewall as it began to crumble to a more apparent sense of anger. Mordred had looked to the Aasimar who had asked what to expect before looking to the Kobold that spoke of being surprised they hadn't asked. Was she that angry? Or had she not noticed him?
"Well.. Since you asked, yes she is right you'll need equipment to traverse in sandstorms. Also there are plenty of wolves and swarms of insects, not to mention a giant creature known as the "Purple Worm."
Mordred looks to Nygil blinking for a moment, his expression lowered for a moment he seemed a bit.. Stuck before sputtering out a bit of laughter. However despite his aura before it wasn't cruel or even entirely at Nygil's fall but more so the explanation he had really tickled Mordred. If anything the laughter was uncharacteristically light hearted even a bit silly but when he had heard it himself he had stopped immediately. Straightening himself out as he fought back a smile.
"I-I that so? I'll make sure to practice falling on my face often great master. One day I'll be the master of falling on my fac-"
He had stopped a moment, any sense of smile had been frozen before dropping completely. "What am I doing?" He thought to himself. He couldn't help but think of a different time a different place. Something about Nygil whether he had meant to be funny or not had caused Mordred for the first time in a long time to lower his guard a bit. But he'd had fully composed himself now.
"I apologize, for the laughter it was rather untoward of me."
Nygil's misunderstanding was almost like a gut punch, Mordred remained stonewalled for a moment before letting out the smallest half smile before recomposing himself. This one.. Mordred would have to be careful around this one.
"Mordred, Mord-red M O R D E D. Though I suppose Morbid would be a.. Interesting name. Wait.. How did you know I was a paladin? I suppose the symbols give it away huh? I could be a cleric though. However you knew, that was a solid guess."
It seemed Nygil had figured it out without Mordred's explanation offering a bit of laughter himself. Nygil's laughter was rather infectious at this moment. The best way to explain is, had you ever tried resisting laughter? With a friend or ally? Only for them to chuckle or burst out laughing so you almost cave in as well? It's a very specific feeling and perhaps not everyone will understand but Mordred couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of that feeling. Mordred looks to Nygil with a smirk at his eager attitude, it was reckless yes and.. Deep down it made Mordred think of a darker time. He walked up beside Nygil.
"You've a strong fire, but do be careful. I don't mind leading but first.. Let us get you some gear to move around in the sandstorms."
OOC Of course ^^ it's always fun when characters have different values! I think they may be stepping on each others rakes so to speak haha.
Oh I know Nygil wasn't rolling his eyes at Mordred xD He doesn't know that and is a bit on edge after his less than pleasant conversation with his Kobold "friend" before.
So could Mordred lead Nygil and whoever else wants to come for some gear in town? To purchase sandstorm protection?
Nygil blinks, unsure if his lie had been detected, had been misunderstood as a joke, or if it had gone completely over the knight's head. Either way, as long as it was in the past it didn't really matter to him. When Mordred goes on to talk about mastering falling on his face, Nygil's expression darkens a little...but lightens up again when Mordred apologizes for laughing. Nygil waves a hand, "Eh, whatever. At least I know you can laugh. So many of the paladins I've met are all too stoic and won't shut up about their oaths..." He snorts, "I get being devoted and all that. I'm devoted to my discipline as well. But seriously, they're as bad as the stuck up nobles my father has over for dinner all the time."
He raises an eyebrow when Mordred spells out his name, "I know how to spell. Forgive me for mishearing it the first time." He pauses, "Yes, I've had plenty of experience with paladins and clerics. I can tell the difference when I see one."
"Sandstorms?" He says, "Now that sounds exciting. I've never seen one before. Tell me... can they really be strong enough to grind the skin off your bones?" He laughs, "Fine, fine, we can go get some gear if you think its necessary." He pauses, frowning as he pulls out his purse, "Is the currency here the same as at home? ...if we even came from the same world." He sighs, realizing he doesn't have as much coin as he'd initially thought... thanks to his parents cutting him off.
"And what was that you said about a purple worm earlier?" He asks, realizing he'd totally ignored that statement before.
"Is the currency here the same as at home? ...if we even came from the same world."
He shrugged at Nygil's question. "I'd think gold should be valuable anywhere," he said, trying to remain optimistic. "Although in my case, they may just have to take a song and a dance." The bard declined to illustrate; whether deliberate or due to a missed timing was unclear.
Kashika sighs, finally managing to calm herself back into her own stone-face. And much to her shock, everyone seemed to be fine with simply going with little or nothing but what they had on them. She had been ready for a while but they had just arrived. Her belief in their odds of survival fell.. and currently the only one who had any of her respect was Tamara. Yes. As Tamara has said, we are all former champions, who failed at one point or another during the j-journey. and unfortunately, Mordreds mental assumption was right, the Kobold had been in such a fury (one she had never been in before in her entire, short life) that while she knew the others were coming she had zoned out into tunnel vision completely until moments ago.
I know some side streets that can get us there faster. it d-doesn't matter if we go to one I suggest, or one suggested by Tamara or Moredead. I've been in the city long enough I know every hidden passage (Urchin feature) so let us make sure to get everyone geared up atleast that much, and from there... we can l-leave. She pointedly ignored Mordred unless it was their choice of shop, but would help speed it along if only for the sake of time...
the othes continued to speak when Kashika realized she hadn't introduced herself, even to Tamara.. And now that e-everyone's here though.. she said, somewhat trying to save face... I am Kashika Tes. And I ww-as Summoned by Cyra myself. As f-for the 'worm's they l-like to attack during the s-s-s-sandstorms more often t-than when it is c-clear. That is how the -first half of my last group dissappeared. Spirited away never to be seen again. A-and the bugs.. some can f-fly, some are as b-big as me if not bigger. Some breathe f-fire, such as beetles, while others bury b-b-b-beneath your flesh and eat you f-from within.
OOC: I figure this can be a FTB for the shopping for the sake of the game itself since we're on forums, not in person?
"That sounds like a great idea," Jack chimes in, turning to face his fellow bard and the others going to go and find a place to buy gear. I doubt I have enough for tools, or for that sandstorm gear... I wish I brought my coin purse to Aly's.
"Although in my case, they may just have to take a song and a dance." The bard declined to illustrate; whether deliberate or due to a missed timing was unclear.
He nods along, chuckling. "We could collaborate, get a little more out of it that way. What do you play? Or are you a poetry kind of bard?" He asks Jumble this partly out of interest of making small talk and partly out of genuine curiosity.
(ooc: I'm fine with a FTB, as long as I can get things sorted out with the little I have.)
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
Mordred looks to Nygil about paladin's being rather stoic or hard to approach. Mordred himself wasn't.. Great at approaching others but that hadn't always been the case. He had once been a very social creature.
"While our oaths are important, I think.. Well.. It's okay to live life the way you want. If you're to spread light around wouldn't laughter.. Well.. Wouldn't laughter.."
He had droned off a bit losing himself to silence, he had said this phrase in the past so many times but.. After everything it felt wrong for him to say that. He hadn't earned the right to say such platitudes anymore. Not after.. Everything it wasn't fair for him to talk about laughing like nothing had happened. It was irresponsible at best and abhorrent at worst at least in his mind that was the case. Though he couldn't finish that phrase he was surprised to hear of these stuffy paladins. Where he had grown up paladins fought and laughed together. Sure some had saw this as taking their oaths lightly but at the end a paladin was only human.. Or in some cases just a person. They could laugh and weep just as any other person could. He had heard the elf talk about stuck up nobles. Now Mordred knew the type he was talking about, stuffy and rich once upon a time Mordred had more patience for these types but now his tolerance for those types was rather little.
"Agreed, there is no reason to act stuck up like that. Noble or not were all the same flesh and blood yes?"
Mordred lets out a light chuckle when Nygil tells him about being able to spell. Though he was curious about him telling the difference, where he was from Cleric's had commanded more respect. They hadn't chosen the oath or taken the blade.. Rather the divines had chosen them to be blessed. A cleric was seen closer to the gods they had worshipped.
"You can tell the difference? Is it because a paladin isn't as close to divine? As a cleric would be?"
Mordred had shook his head at Nygil's questions.
"The one's I've seen have only done minor damage, they are easy to get lost in though without proper eye wear. As for currency gold and silver hold the same worth as back home it would appear.. Hmm..? Oh... The purple worm.. Yeah those are extremely dangerous. If we can we should avoid fighting one, if we come across two of them than we've no chance of winning even with all our efforts combined. Though even with one.. We could face losses and I'd rather avoid los-- .. I mean we'd should avoid facing any loss if possible."
Either Mordred hadn't noticed her ignoring him or hadn't much cared anymore, any sour mood between the two had mostly been overwhelmed with other feelings at this point. The feeling of laughter from Nygil but also.. Something about Nygil put Mordred truly on edge and his guard more raised than ever before. Mordred hadn't cared if they'd prefer to follow her or him, all he wanted to see was if they had healing potions in stock so he could help keep everyone on their feet. That and to help anyone find the sandstorm gear they'd need. If they preferred to follow the Kobold into town he wouldn't mind. Mordred had at the very least appreciated her sharing more information with the newbies though he had kept a close on her. It was one thing if he was used as a tool of survival but he wouldn't let any of the new champions become simple tools of survival not for any failed champions. They had their chance before and he wasn't going to be as understanding if they put themselves before the new champions. Though he wouldn't cause an argument about it he would at least make sure they were taken care of. Though he couldn't do anything as noble as promise their safety for nothing was certain out here.. Mordred had already made that mistake before. He knew there was a chance.. That he may never see their faces again in a few days and if he wasn't dead he could be alone all over again. The thought had sent a shiver down his spine but.. He had to swallow the cold reality of the situation.
OOC I'm okay with FTB or roleplaying it out, whatever the group would rather do ^^ And the DM of course, in case there was story building moments in the shops etc (Like how merchants may react to champions and stuff could be a thing.)
Hearing all the talk about the dangers that lie ahead, Zalten's expression grows more serious, though it's hard to tell with his heavily damaged facial features. He's faced his fair share of monsters in service of his god, but a sandwurm and whatever these horrid insects are isn't something in his wheelhouse. He simply hopes he and his new companions will be able to keep eachother safe, although the clear animosity between Mordred and Kashika and Nygil's continued haughtiness doesn't exactly fill him with hope. As Nygil continues to mouth off, Zalten ignores him, dismissing his constant arrogance as unearned confidence. "I've met types like him. All that confidence will probably go away in an instant once he's threatened. Wouldn't be surprised to see him run and hide at the first sign of trouble" he thinks, but he doesn't say any of this to Nygil's face.
As he stands there looking at the group around him and mentally preparing himself for the journey ahead, a twinge of doubt returns to him. He thinks about what he's about to participate in: marching across the Twilight, breaking into a castle, stealing a crown, and possibly even fighting a dragon, and he can't help but wonder if his god would approve of taking such an active role in this political fued. He tries to reach out for guidance, but all he gets is a continued deafening silence, the same as he's gotten since he arrived here. "He'd want me to returm home. He will accept whatever it is I need to do in order to accomplish that", he assures himself, but deep down he's unsure if that's really the case
Turning to Kashika, he says:
"If we are to be marching through a sandstorm, than I'm absolutely on board for going to gear up first. Especially if we will possibily have to deal with a purple wurm, we should be as prepared as possible . You seem to know this city the best of all of us. I'll follow your lead to wherever we might be able to procure the needed gear and then we can all be on our way. Seems like we'll have quite the rough journey ahead"
OOC: I'm also good with a FTB to skip through the shopping segment here, just lmk how much the gear we get costs.
(Alright seems like most of you are ready to proceed.)
If any of you glances back at Cyra's castle, you might see a small shape standing on the walls. At first you think it might be Florie, but if you look closer, you see that it is actually a rather large wolf, sitting and watching you leave. It's yellow gaze fixed specifically on Tamara. After a moment, it stands up and leaps off the wall back into the castle courtyard, and out of sight.
Kashika is able to lead the group through the narrow streets of the dusty city. She leads you to a large store run by an elderly Minotaur. As soon as he see's the human's in the group, his expression lightens. Mordred explains what gear they need and he nods, then runs to the back. Once he returns he brings with him stacks of folded desert clothing, letting each of you find some your size. You offer to pay him, but when he sees the sparkle of gold in your hands, he raises his own and backs away. "No no, no need for that now. These old rags have been laying around for ages. You're doing me a favor by taking them." Even if you press him to take your coin he stubbornly refuses. Eventually, you give up and continue on your way to twilight.
Mordred, Kashika, and Tamara take the lead, walking back down the main road. As you travel farther towards Dawn the landscape becomes darker, fading from the bright reds, oranges, and yellows to a deep red. There comes a point where the darkness becomes consistent. It's not quite dark enough to where you cannot see, but enough that anyone without darkvision can only see about 50ft. At this point you all know you have entered the Twilight. (Welcome to the Twilight Zone everybody!)
You can all see that the main road continues through the Twilight, it is even lined with small glowing orbs on either side of it. Unfortunately, these orbs don't seem to help your vision any.
"We could collaborate, get a little more out of it that way. What do you play? Or are you a poetry kind of bard?"
"Oh! Definitely not poetry," Jumble laughed. "I play my shawm, mainly, but I can sing a bit, play the lute, tell a few tales. The basics. I, uh..." He hesitated a moment, wondering whether to get into it. He finally decided why not, might as well spill all the details now.
"I was actually apprenticing under a wizard, when he declared I 'wasn't really wizard material.' Then I had a series of bard tutors, but they all seemed frustrated that I was, hmm. Well, one pegged it as, 'too academic.' Bardic magic is actually easier for me, I can DO what bards do, but I just am sort of a--a would-be wizard at heart, really."He looked down a bit at that, then turned back to Jack with a smile. "But either way, yes, a collaboration sounds like a capital idea!"
Kashika sat there with her arms crossed now, as the man hadn't replied just yet, barely settling her back against the wall when Tamara approached. The kobolds studied her to some degree, as Tamara approached with a much different air than Mordred. And Kashika was seemingly far more open to being approached by Tamara than Mordred though the reasons were various for her opinion on each, as the group from above made.. or in some cases stumbled.. their way down.
After Tamara had finished introducing herself, though Kashika's arms didn't un-cross, she loosened a little. I a-agree. H-he seems honorable. So at the very least I will s-stretch in saying that he likely w-won't stab us in the b-back. But at the same time, his h-honor may drag us .. or hold us into f-f-f-fatal events. I'm glad that there is atleast one other who understands that honor is worth n-nothing if you're d-d-dead. she said, nodding in approval of her assesment - though it was smehwat clear that she wasn't necessarily insulting Mordred, but she didn't agree with his mindset - then again, Mordred (likely) hadn't had the same experiences Kashika had...... Obviously more happened than what I s-said, but I didn't want to repeat myself. I figured I would wait for the others before going into d-detail. Kashika's eyes lingered on Tamara for a bit longer, a faint bit of curiosity under the otherwise flat-colored eyes buried underneath her aggressive-skittish demeanor before her attention was drawn to the sun-guy approaching them.
Her tail flicked a few times, as thanks to his spell he and the others had become excessively obvious to anyone facing that general direction.
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Nygil gives Zalten a half irritated, half embarrassed, look when he hears him laugh, but doesn't remark on it. However, glancing his way he notices Zalten approach a human and a kobold. He vaguely remembers Cyra saying something about "vultures" hanging around outside...so he assumes these must be them. ...He pauses for a moment. Does he really want to try this task with some failures? If they are truly as incompetent as Cyra made it sound, then there is a strong possibility that they could just botch the mission for all of them.... Still... He eyes Mordred... that one looks like a paladin. Hmmm, could be useful. The Kobold on the other hand...well he'd never exactly met one before, but they were generally looked down on by those around him. He himself never knew what to think, so he'd decided he'd have to find out for himself why they thought Kobolds were so "low".
After a moment, he decides that having someone who has at least tried to the mission would be useful. They were a source of information. If they proved to be a liability... well someone should figure out how to get them home. If they were champions, Nygil assumes that means they were also pulled out of their home world. So they deserved a way home as well...even if they do prove to be as incompetent as the dragon thinks they are.
"As long as I don't have to carry the team," he thinks to himself. "Surely everyone here has SOMETHING to contribute. Otherwise why would the universe summon them?" Then again, the universe apparently summoned all the failed champions as well...their outlook is looking pretty grim. "No, I will overcome this and lead the way to freedom!" He tells himself as he walks over to the two strangers Zalten had approached.
"Hello, I am Nygil Farruner," He gives a stiff bow. "I assume you two... three..." he adds, noticing a third failure now that he is there. "Are former champions. Well, I and my companions..." He looks back up the stairs, realizing he hadn't even actually introduced himself to anyone before this... other then Cyra. Which meant everyone had already heard his name, but still. Good grief he'd lost all sense of manners hadn't he. Oh well. Shaking his head, "Anyways, we are getting ready to head out for the Twilight. I'm assuming you will want to join our...merry band... on this quest to steal a stolen crown." He rolls his eyes, "And then go home. Yes?"
Jumble watched as the others came down and introduced themselves. So far, a fair enough bunch. Some looked stronger than others, but really, without knowing everyone's skills--or exactly what they were up against--trying to calculate odds seemed futile.
Still, as they seemed to be finally all gathering together, the bard decided to whistle for his familiar. From a nearby high outpost, an owl descended, silently landing on Jumble's shoulder. "Stay close for now, Ichabod," he whispered to the bird. "I don't have
themany components to resurrect you here, maybe just once or twice at most." The bard wasn't entirely sure how much of their master's speech a familiar actually understood, but it at least helped him focus, so he talked to his without reservation.OOC: Pic of Ichabod:
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Mordred had listened to the kobold talk about sinking ships. The blonde haired male looked up at her still knelt with emerald green eyes. He had given the Kobold a nod.
"If the ship is to sink than I suppose it is fair for every person to be for themselves. Until such a time though I will take the front. Though I understand if you aren't eager to trust another."
It was than another had approached the conversation Tamara. Mordred had carefully stepped back on two feet as stranger.. Tamara introduced themselves. Sharing a bit of perspective to the dialogue. He had let out a small baritone chuckle as Tamara commented on Mordred's honor. "Honor.. It's been a long time since.." Mordred had shook his head to force any intruding thoughts away from his mind. He had cleared his throat before responding to Tamaria.
"The name's Mordred, nice to meet you. I can't expect anymore here in Twilight so I understand you're point of view. At least you are honest about it."
Mordred had knew not many would be eager to work together. Even Mordred himself was guarded after the time spent here. It certainly can wear on a persons body and mind. In the end everybody was eager to make it home and for most that meant by any means even if it was abandoning others. Mordred wanted to go home.. More than anything but could he? Abandon another to live to fight another day? He wasn't sure himself the more time he spent here the more he felt less like himself.
He had looked back to the Kobold as she spoke of Mordred's potential to or not to stab someone in the back. Had she meant so literally? The main in heavy armor with a long sword and shield? Or was it more a metaphorical statement? Honor would drag one down? Nothing when you're dead? Mordred hadn't agreed with that. In his life before he had seen many perish with honor and in that sacrifice many more were saved.
"If I.."
"If I could die making a difference than it wasn't in vain. "These were the words of the man who lived his life before this place but.. Mordred couldn't find himself to repeat this old mantra. It wasn't that he didn't believe it but after his failures.. Had he deserved to say such a thing? He would however say one thing.
"To me a life of running behind others, putting only myself first and adding nothing to another's life. A life of survival and nothing else is nothing but animal instinct.. It's not really living either."
Mordred had believed that with his entire being even if he was beginning to slip away in this place. He had clutched the holy symbol on his chest, though muddied it was still important to him. Though in this place.. His god's presence had felt so far away. Well that was an understatement Mordred had kept his blessing but.. He couldn't feel that light anymore. In his time here all he had manged to do was survive just like those before him. And while some may be content with survival above all things Mordred was sickened with himself that was all he could accomplish so far. In the life he had before he made a difference he could make a change and now he was stuck in a petty power struggle between two tyrants.
"But I've no room to talk, I can respect you're own value's and ideals even if I cannot see eye to eye with them. We are all meant to walk down our own paths. I can accept the fact you'll put yourself first if you can accept my own way of doing things."
With that the arrivial of new companions had entered, Mordred wasn't one for crowds but he hadn't scowled.. Well not anymore than his usual resting his face. He had heard a yelp turning to see a elf fall down a staircase as another laughed at him. A few of them introducing themselves, a cleric of light? He too can hardly feel his god. It seemed it wasn't only Mordred.
"I'm sorry to hear you cannot hear you're god, it's an honor to meet an Aasmiar I've much respect for you're kind. The name's Mordred it is a pleasure to meet you."
He hadn't offered a smile but he had tried the best he could to lighten up his expression which.. Wasn't very much really. Mordred had begun to really scan over the batch of unfortunate souls. Would they fare better than the last? Would they be as full of hot air and bluster? Or would they be willing to work as a team? It was hard to say. Hopefully they knew how dangerous things were going to be.
"Former champions?"
He asked raising an eyebrow to Nygil, is that how Cyra referred to them now? How quaint for a tyrant who couldn't make any real moves to accomplish her goal. Ha it wasn't like she even had to summon the champions all she had to do was wait for her crown. No matter how many souls would be lost in the Twilight she'd get what she wanted.. Eventually. Mordred had noticed the elf roll his eyes a bit when speaking of heading home. Crossing his arms he had give a snide smirk for the first time.
"Sure, just don't go falling on yourself in the twilight."
He said motioning his chin toward the stairs he had just came from. Lowering his arms back down as his smirk slowly began to reside he had decided to offer an introduction of his own for this.. Nygil.
"The name's Mordred, let us be off toward Twilight. Does anyone need to make any preparations first?"
OOC
I just read the OOC for the intimidation thing sorry been busy too! Oh okay I understand what you are saying ^^
That's why I had Mordred have a moment he got lost in the kobold's stare cause you're roll was so high. I didn't make a charisma save though for Intimidation back. I just decided to go along with it for the sake of some fun roleplay
If I did roll a charisma save though (just for fun) here it'd be
18
I didn't think you were arguing semantics or anything ^^ I like seeing other viewpoints and I think it's cool people have so many different takes on the subject. Ability checks on player vs player can be touchy for some but I didn't take it that way I promise.
“Pleasure to meet you as well Mordred,” Zalten responds, “There’s no need to apologize. I can’t imagine a deity of light being able to reach where even light itself barely does. I’m ready to get a move on if we all are. What exactly can we expect to run into out there? Cyra wasn’t exactly generous when it came to details”
@ShieldHero
Yep, nothing bad between us as players! Its extemely rare i have a problem with another player, everything is more or less IC. Sadly Mordred started to step on a rake, took their foot off and, then slammed back down on it!
Just prior to the others finally joining the failures Kashika had been watching them approach with mild interest as they approached. The more martial classes were easy to spot, as they generally carried weapons, though those without could easily be monks or casters of some sort. However, Mordred began to respond to her comments, which was fine, and she made sure she listened, as she had ultimately judged him based on her perception. As he began to speak about living only to survive, and it making one an animal, her temper flared for a moment, and a near-literal fire erupted in her amber-hued eyes, but he then added the part about "Accepting ones values" and she began to cool down, only for Mordred to slam down on the rake with full force (as unintentional as it may have been!)
She stood once more to full height, her breathing rapid, her chest rising and falling as she points an accusatory finger, eyes wide open and her needle-teeth exposed, in the first real 'life' that anyone had seen in her out of this group. Though her next words were entirely assumption....
IT'S EASY FOR ONE L-LIKE YOU TO SAY! When y-you've never had to live every--- she catches herself about to reveal far too much, though the raw, stinging fury almost literally radiated from her tiny form. Her breathing ragged, and her eyes shooting daggers that could pierce even plate armor. The others had gotten close enough and the aasamir was about to introduce himself, as well as Nygil (No relation to the thornberrys!). And barely containing herself, she managed to contain her thoughts to her mind, so they wouldn't slip into the real world every time this animal found herself alone, and it was all she could do to survive. You have no right to judge me. this only registered on the outside as near hatred for the man now. She turned her head away to see Nygil and the aasimar just as they began to introduce themselves.
She listened, though her fury was visible still, if only through her body's slight quiver. To Nygils question, she managed to reply though. Yes. T-though my failure was not entirely my own fault. But blaming the dead will do no good. I am ready to go .. have b-been ready for several days. If .. h-however, you don't have clothing fit for s-sandstorms. I would suggest you find some. But I am s-shocked you dont have any questions from us failures about what to expect before we g-g-g-go.
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Tamara looked past Mordred and the kobold toward the new champions as they left the castle, then had to turn away and put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh as one of them almost faceplanted going down the stairs. She cleared her expression and faced them again, noticing Florie look over and retreat into the castle. Guess she's about as eager as I am to meet again. She nodded to the kobold's words, nodded again to Mordred's greeting, then listened to some of what Mordred said before ignoring the rest and focusing on the new group, who seemed to be coming over to them. Were definitely coming over, actually.
The human introduced himself as Jumble, a bard... Must be an old nickname or something. Hope it doesn't describe his mind... "My name is Tamara, and yes, I think we were all planning to join you on toward Twilight. And I hope that you prove as able as the heroes of lore and literature," she replied, with both complete sincerity and slight amusement.
Tamara brightened a bit when she heard Zalten mention that he was a former cleric... and slumped a bit when she realized "former" didn't mean he had left his old church or something. "Yes, us three are all former champions, although I wasn't working for Cyra my last time through." She almost went on, but her thoughts turned dark and she left it at that.
Nygil spoke, and Tamara recognized him as the one who'd tripped. She made sure to suppress the smile, especially with how obviously arrogant this elf was. She had to bit her lip to stop herself after hearing Mordred's barb. Maybe she'd misjudged that knight. Maybe... "Yes, we're all planning to join the rest of you on your trip into Twilight, I believe. I've got no desire to stay in this pit of despair, getting stepped on one tyrant or the other."
After deep thought and quite a lot of pinching, Jack decides then and there that this was, in fact, not a dream. He had only really heard of multiple realms, dimensions, or universes in stories, books, literature! It had not once crossed his mind in his 32 years of living that entire galaxies existed outside of what he knew. The moment deserved an epiphany of sorts, but Practical Jack gave it as much of a fanfare as one would give the birth of an ant, which is to say none at all.
He follows Florie outside the castle, keeping a keen eye out for nothing in particular. He notices the humans and the kobold and does not engage at first. Instead, he waves goodbye to Florie with a small smile, then looks off into the horizon, trying to see if he can find some hint to where their destination lies in the distance.
Perception: 14
The yelp coming from Nygil breaks him out of his foggy thoughts and back to the present. He walks down the stairs and over to the congregation, silently making note of everyone’s names. Though he was a little lost before, he feels like he’s putting the pieces together quite nicely in his mind. But he can’t help but feel just a little uncomfortable with all this talk of death and survival. “I’m Jack, at your service. It’s nice to meet y’all.” He gives the group as a whole a nice smile. “I trust we’ll be in each other’s good company as we go to get this crown, hm?” Listening to Mordred and Zalten’s exchange he has to chime in. “Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling out of it. I’m sure as long as we keep our gods in our thoughts we’ll be alright.” Jack shifts from one foot to another, doffing his cloak and lifting up his bulky traveling case, placing it neatly on his back like a backpack. “Unless there are any spare tools lying around I could snag before we leave, I think I’m just about as ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s get a move on.”
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
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(Just thought i should mention this. Since this is a One-shot, i am not enforcing spell components, though if any of you wish to use them to add flavor, you can get them from town. Or you can just say you already have them. All Mordred and Kashika, would know their way around Dusk fairly well by now, Tamara would know her way around a little, but knows Dawn better than Dusk.)
(I'm going to let this RP continue a bit until you all decide if you are going to stop somewhere in town or if you want to head strait for the Twilight.)
(OOC: Nygil was rolling his eyes about the stealing a stolen crown just so you know lol. But that's a reasonable misunderstanding on Mordred's part.)
When Mordred remarks on Nygil "tripping over himself", Nygil crosses his arms and glares, "That...was completely intentional. It is a common exercise to sharpen your reflexes. I learned it from one of the masters at the monastery... his discipline was the Drunken Fist, which...isn't really my line of study but I found that particular exercise useful. You should try it sometime."
"Wait, your name is Morbid?" He blinks, having been distracted by his explanation of his trip. "Thats... not a very good name for a paladin. I mean, my family name is Farruner, which is ridiculous, but come on... Morbid?"
After a second he realizes his mistake and says, "OHHH, Mordred. Sorry about that." He laughs, "I had so many questions for a moment, but that doesn't matter now." He shakes his head, chuckling a little.
"Alright then, who wants to lead the way... preferably someone who knows the lay of the land," Nygil looks to Mordred. "How about you..." He looks down at the kobold. "Or you... whichever of you is more confident that you won't lead us off a cliff." He looks to Tamara, "I am right with you my lady. Let us move out!" He turns on his heal and prepares to start walking towards Dawn. If no one immediately follows him he says, "Well? Are we going or not?"
Mordred had looked at the small creature point a finger his way with flaring amber eyes. His eyes had narrowed a bit as he examined the creature. He hard to tell if he was angry or if this was just his usual expression but for added measure he had crossed his arms looking down at the Kobold.
"Never had to what? I won't claim to know what is in you're life. That being said, don't be as bold to assume how others have lived."
His arms had fallen down a bit as his face twisted into a sorta grimace, a mixture of rage and pain had danced across the features of his face. It took everything he had to not lose his cool completely but he had decided.. Not on what little honor he had left but the last spark of empathy he could feel for others. He had decided to give the Kobold a chance to calm down before throwing oil onto an open flame. At least the logical part of his brain had told him but, he couldn't help but send a seething glance to the Kobold. His face was no longer a stonewall as it began to crumble to a more apparent sense of anger. Mordred had looked to the Aasimar who had asked what to expect before looking to the Kobold that spoke of being surprised they hadn't asked. Was she that angry? Or had she not noticed him?
"Well.. Since you asked, yes she is right you'll need equipment to traverse in sandstorms. Also there are plenty of wolves and swarms of insects, not to mention a giant creature known as the "Purple Worm."
Mordred looks to Nygil blinking for a moment, his expression lowered for a moment he seemed a bit.. Stuck before sputtering out a bit of laughter. However despite his aura before it wasn't cruel or even entirely at Nygil's fall but more so the explanation he had really tickled Mordred. If anything the laughter was uncharacteristically light hearted even a bit silly but when he had heard it himself he had stopped immediately. Straightening himself out as he fought back a smile.
"I-I that so? I'll make sure to practice falling on my face often great master. One day I'll be the master of falling on my fac-"
He had stopped a moment, any sense of smile had been frozen before dropping completely. "What am I doing?" He thought to himself. He couldn't help but think of a different time a different place. Something about Nygil whether he had meant to be funny or not had caused Mordred for the first time in a long time to lower his guard a bit. But he'd had fully composed himself now.
"I apologize, for the laughter it was rather untoward of me."
Nygil's misunderstanding was almost like a gut punch, Mordred remained stonewalled for a moment before letting out the smallest half smile before recomposing himself. This one.. Mordred would have to be careful around this one.
"Mordred, Mord-red M O R D E D. Though I suppose Morbid would be a.. Interesting name. Wait.. How did you know I was a paladin? I suppose the symbols give it away huh? I could be a cleric though. However you knew, that was a solid guess."
It seemed Nygil had figured it out without Mordred's explanation offering a bit of laughter himself. Nygil's laughter was rather infectious at this moment. The best way to explain is, had you ever tried resisting laughter? With a friend or ally? Only for them to chuckle or burst out laughing so you almost cave in as well? It's a very specific feeling and perhaps not everyone will understand but Mordred couldn't help but feel a slight tinge of that feeling. Mordred looks to Nygil with a smirk at his eager attitude, it was reckless yes and.. Deep down it made Mordred think of a darker time. He walked up beside Nygil.
"You've a strong fire, but do be careful. I don't mind leading but first.. Let us get you some gear to move around in the sandstorms."
OOC
Of course ^^ it's always fun when characters have different values! I think they may be stepping on each others rakes so to speak haha.
Oh I know Nygil wasn't rolling his eyes at Mordred xD
He doesn't know that and is a bit on edge after his less than pleasant conversation with his Kobold "friend" before.
So could Mordred lead Nygil and whoever else wants to come for some gear in town? To purchase sandstorm protection?
Sorry this was a bit rushed ><
Nygil blinks, unsure if his lie had been detected, had been misunderstood as a joke, or if it had gone completely over the knight's head. Either way, as long as it was in the past it didn't really matter to him. When Mordred goes on to talk about mastering falling on his face, Nygil's expression darkens a little...but lightens up again when Mordred apologizes for laughing. Nygil waves a hand, "Eh, whatever. At least I know you can laugh. So many of the paladins I've met are all too stoic and won't shut up about their oaths..." He snorts, "I get being devoted and all that. I'm devoted to my discipline as well. But seriously, they're as bad as the stuck up nobles my father has over for dinner all the time."
He raises an eyebrow when Mordred spells out his name, "I know how to spell. Forgive me for mishearing it the first time." He pauses, "Yes, I've had plenty of experience with paladins and clerics. I can tell the difference when I see one."
"Sandstorms?" He says, "Now that sounds exciting. I've never seen one before. Tell me... can they really be strong enough to grind the skin off your bones?" He laughs, "Fine, fine, we can go get some gear if you think its necessary." He pauses, frowning as he pulls out his purse, "Is the currency here the same as at home? ...if we even came from the same world." He sighs, realizing he doesn't have as much coin as he'd initially thought... thanks to his parents cutting him off.
"And what was that you said about a purple worm earlier?" He asks, realizing he'd totally ignored that statement before.
"Hey, I'm not getting left out of that! I'll join you!" piped up Jumble as the opportunity to purchase gear presented itself.
He shrugged at Nygil's question. "I'd think gold should be valuable anywhere," he said, trying to remain optimistic. "Although in my case, they may just have to take a song and a dance." The bard declined to illustrate; whether deliberate or due to a missed timing was unclear.
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Kashika sighs, finally managing to calm herself back into her own stone-face. And much to her shock, everyone seemed to be fine with simply going with little or nothing but what they had on them. She had been ready for a while but they had just arrived. Her belief in their odds of survival fell.. and currently the only one who had any of her respect was Tamara. Yes. As Tamara has said, we are all former champions, who failed at one point or another during the j-journey. and unfortunately, Mordreds mental assumption was right, the Kobold had been in such a fury (one she had never been in before in her entire, short life) that while she knew the others were coming she had zoned out into tunnel vision completely until moments ago.
I know some side streets that can get us there faster. it d-doesn't matter if we go to one I suggest, or one suggested by Tamara or Moredead. I've been in the city long enough I know every hidden passage (Urchin feature) so let us make sure to get everyone geared up atleast that much, and from there... we can l-leave. She pointedly ignored Mordred unless it was their choice of shop, but would help speed it along if only for the sake of time...
the othes continued to speak when Kashika realized she hadn't introduced herself, even to Tamara.. And now that e-everyone's here though.. she said, somewhat trying to save face... I am Kashika Tes. And I ww-as Summoned by Cyra myself. As f-for the 'worm's they l-like to attack during the s-s-s-sandstorms more often t-than when it is c-clear. That is how the -first half of my last group dissappeared. Spirited away never to be seen again. A-and the bugs.. some can f-fly, some are as b-big as me if not bigger. Some breathe f-fire, such as beetles, while others bury b-b-b-beneath your flesh and eat you f-from within.
OOC: I figure this can be a FTB for the shopping for the sake of the game itself since we're on forums, not in person?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
OOC: FTB = Fade to black? I'm fine with that, just as long as we can get the price on the specific sandstorm gear we need.
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"That sounds like a great idea," Jack chimes in, turning to face his fellow bard and the others going to go and find a place to buy gear. I doubt I have enough for tools, or for that sandstorm gear... I wish I brought my coin purse to Aly's.
He nods along, chuckling. "We could collaborate, get a little more out of it that way. What do you play? Or are you a poetry kind of bard?" He asks Jumble this partly out of interest of making small talk and partly out of genuine curiosity.
(ooc: I'm fine with a FTB, as long as I can get things sorted out with the little I have.)
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Mordred looks to Nygil about paladin's being rather stoic or hard to approach. Mordred himself wasn't.. Great at approaching others but that hadn't always been the case. He had once been a very social creature.
"While our oaths are important, I think.. Well.. It's okay to live life the way you want. If you're to spread light around wouldn't laughter.. Well.. Wouldn't laughter.."
He had droned off a bit losing himself to silence, he had said this phrase in the past so many times but.. After everything it felt wrong for him to say that. He hadn't earned the right to say such platitudes anymore. Not after.. Everything it wasn't fair for him to talk about laughing like nothing had happened. It was irresponsible at best and abhorrent at worst at least in his mind that was the case. Though he couldn't finish that phrase he was surprised to hear of these stuffy paladins. Where he had grown up paladins fought and laughed together. Sure some had saw this as taking their oaths lightly but at the end a paladin was only human.. Or in some cases just a person. They could laugh and weep just as any other person could. He had heard the elf talk about stuck up nobles. Now Mordred knew the type he was talking about, stuffy and rich once upon a time Mordred had more patience for these types but now his tolerance for those types was rather little.
"Agreed, there is no reason to act stuck up like that. Noble or not were all the same flesh and blood yes?"
Mordred lets out a light chuckle when Nygil tells him about being able to spell. Though he was curious about him telling the difference, where he was from Cleric's had commanded more respect. They hadn't chosen the oath or taken the blade.. Rather the divines had chosen them to be blessed. A cleric was seen closer to the gods they had worshipped.
"You can tell the difference? Is it because a paladin isn't as close to divine? As a cleric would be?"
Mordred had shook his head at Nygil's questions.
"The one's I've seen have only done minor damage, they are easy to get lost in though without proper eye wear. As for currency gold and silver hold the same worth as back home it would appear.. Hmm..? Oh... The purple worm.. Yeah those are extremely dangerous. If we can we should avoid fighting one, if we come across two of them than we've no chance of winning even with all our efforts combined. Though even with one.. We could face losses and I'd rather avoid los-- .. I mean we'd should avoid facing any loss if possible."
Either Mordred hadn't noticed her ignoring him or hadn't much cared anymore, any sour mood between the two had mostly been overwhelmed with other feelings at this point. The feeling of laughter from Nygil but also.. Something about Nygil put Mordred truly on edge and his guard more raised than ever before. Mordred hadn't cared if they'd prefer to follow her or him, all he wanted to see was if they had healing potions in stock so he could help keep everyone on their feet. That and to help anyone find the sandstorm gear they'd need. If they preferred to follow the Kobold into town he wouldn't mind. Mordred had at the very least appreciated her sharing more information with the newbies though he had kept a close on her. It was one thing if he was used as a tool of survival but he wouldn't let any of the new champions become simple tools of survival not for any failed champions. They had their chance before and he wasn't going to be as understanding if they put themselves before the new champions. Though he wouldn't cause an argument about it he would at least make sure they were taken care of. Though he couldn't do anything as noble as promise their safety for nothing was certain out here.. Mordred had already made that mistake before. He knew there was a chance.. That he may never see their faces again in a few days and if he wasn't dead he could be alone all over again. The thought had sent a shiver down his spine but.. He had to swallow the cold reality of the situation.
OOC
I'm okay with FTB or roleplaying it out, whatever the group would rather do ^^
And the DM of course, in case there was story building moments in the shops etc (Like how merchants may react to champions and stuff could be a thing.)
Hearing all the talk about the dangers that lie ahead, Zalten's expression grows more serious, though it's hard to tell with his heavily damaged facial features. He's faced his fair share of monsters in service of his god, but a sandwurm and whatever these horrid insects are isn't something in his wheelhouse. He simply hopes he and his new companions will be able to keep eachother safe, although the clear animosity between Mordred and Kashika and Nygil's continued haughtiness doesn't exactly fill him with hope. As Nygil continues to mouth off, Zalten ignores him, dismissing his constant arrogance as unearned confidence. "I've met types like him. All that confidence will probably go away in an instant once he's threatened. Wouldn't be surprised to see him run and hide at the first sign of trouble" he thinks, but he doesn't say any of this to Nygil's face.
As he stands there looking at the group around him and mentally preparing himself for the journey ahead, a twinge of doubt returns to him. He thinks about what he's about to participate in: marching across the Twilight, breaking into a castle, stealing a crown, and possibly even fighting a dragon, and he can't help but wonder if his god would approve of taking such an active role in this political fued. He tries to reach out for guidance, but all he gets is a continued deafening silence, the same as he's gotten since he arrived here. "He'd want me to returm home. He will accept whatever it is I need to do in order to accomplish that", he assures himself, but deep down he's unsure if that's really the case
Turning to Kashika, he says:
"If we are to be marching through a sandstorm, than I'm absolutely on board for going to gear up first. Especially if we will possibily have to deal with a purple wurm, we should be as prepared as possible . You seem to know this city the best of all of us. I'll follow your lead to wherever we might be able to procure the needed gear and then we can all be on our way. Seems like we'll have quite the rough journey ahead"
OOC: I'm also good with a FTB to skip through the shopping segment here, just lmk how much the gear we get costs.
(Alright seems like most of you are ready to proceed.)
If any of you glances back at Cyra's castle, you might see a small shape standing on the walls. At first you think it might be Florie, but if you look closer, you see that it is actually a rather large wolf, sitting and watching you leave. It's yellow gaze fixed specifically on Tamara. After a moment, it stands up and leaps off the wall back into the castle courtyard, and out of sight.
Kashika is able to lead the group through the narrow streets of the dusty city. She leads you to a large store run by an elderly Minotaur. As soon as he see's the human's in the group, his expression lightens. Mordred explains what gear they need and he nods, then runs to the back. Once he returns he brings with him stacks of folded desert clothing, letting each of you find some your size. You offer to pay him, but when he sees the sparkle of gold in your hands, he raises his own and backs away. "No no, no need for that now. These old rags have been laying around for ages. You're doing me a favor by taking them." Even if you press him to take your coin he stubbornly refuses. Eventually, you give up and continue on your way to twilight.
Mordred, Kashika, and Tamara take the lead, walking back down the main road. As you travel farther towards Dawn the landscape becomes darker, fading from the bright reds, oranges, and yellows to a deep red. There comes a point where the darkness becomes consistent. It's not quite dark enough to where you cannot see, but enough that anyone without darkvision can only see about 50ft. At this point you all know you have entered the Twilight. (Welcome to the Twilight Zone everybody!)
You can all see that the main road continues through the Twilight, it is even lined with small glowing orbs on either side of it. Unfortunately, these orbs don't seem to help your vision any.
Perception check!
"Oh! Definitely not poetry," Jumble laughed. "I play my shawm, mainly, but I can sing a bit, play the lute, tell a few tales. The basics. I, uh..." He hesitated a moment, wondering whether to get into it. He finally decided why not, might as well spill all the details now.
"I was actually apprenticing under a wizard, when he declared I 'wasn't really wizard material.' Then I had a series of bard tutors, but they all seemed frustrated that I was, hmm. Well, one pegged it as, 'too academic.' Bardic magic is actually easier for me, I can DO what bards do, but I just am sort of a--a would-be wizard at heart, really." He looked down a bit at that, then turned back to Jack with a smile. "But either way, yes, a collaboration sounds like a capital idea!"
Sterling - V. Human Bard 3 (College of Art) - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist (w/ Mansion) - Jasper's [Pic] - Sterling's [Sigil]
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