"Oh yes!" Rylia immediately says, coming forward next to Boho. There's a glint in her eyes and a unmistakable smile of joy in her face. "I wouldn't miss the chance!" Standing close she adds. "I'm sure it will be safer than with House Deneith. I only mentioned them because I hadn't gotten to know you yet."
Rylia is clearly brimming with excitement as she waits impatiently. "Let's get going!"
Rylia gives Coltinar a bit of a blank look. "It's a griffon!" she says, as if that statement alone makes her decision self-evident. She places her hand on Boho's muscled arm. "The beautiful Boho will watch out for me."
Arr’s legs twitch suddenly and momentarily in a spastic movement as if he had a dream in which something happened, a surprise or a scare or a sudden realization.
If he should wake up again, he will recount a dream that he experienced, or re-experienced as he thinks that it must be a memory (OOC: But I share it now so that I have something to post.).
Somewhere in comforting darkness and lulling silence the inoperable warforged stands in waiting for its activation. “Merrix!” A distant voice shouts. ‘Can’t see.’ “Merr-rix!” The voice insists louder, “Open up!” ‘Can’t move.’ It is quiet. It is quiet again. A reverberating BOOM! shakes through the room. ‘Balance failing,’ and the warforged topples over. It finds its new position on the floor with a resounding clang. 'Steps. Someone is here. Can’t speak.’ “Take these two that are standing there! We can't carry more!”’Intruders! Thieves!’ "The other one looks damaged anyway." 'No! Generation One, Generation Two!’ "It probably was too close to the door.”'Alarm! Must reactivate! Must protect Rank 4!’ “Look at that one! The explosion must have gotten him worse than he looks, his leg moves spastically.”’Low energy. Can’t start wake sequence. Reroute energy from life force.’ “That one really gives me the creeps. Let’s hurry before it explodes!” 'Must protect! Not enough power! ... Systems failing. Enter hibernation.' Lulling silence returns to the comforting darkness in which the inactive warforged now awaits its reactivation lying on the floor, senseless.
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Bryn stands now, beginning to think these 'saviors' were just another set of thieves. (Insight: 16)
"I think we'll stick together, thanks. And we'll trust Leo's navigation, too. You may be known in the Fallen, but you aren't known to us..."He says casually, but with a look that indicates he's wary of Boho and his group.
Boho nods with a smile as listens to Coltinar and Bryn´s wariness chat. "Very well! Fair points both of you!" The half-orc backs one step toward Bryn. "But you do not need to worry. If we had any ill intentions against you, you would have known already, especially considering that your group isn´t so strong for now... I mean no disrespect... " Boho teased.
"We don´t like to waste time, you know... We are kind of guardians of Lower Dura... since the Sharn´s Watch are not so worried about people around here. We are tasked with maintaining the region's minimal safety and freedom from hostile threats so that trade can flow smoothly. We're hardworking folks, that's all,"Boho added.
As Bryn got up and Boho moved closer, Bryn noticed a necklace around Boho's neck with a pendant depicting a silver dragon with folded wings perched on a tower. Bryn immediately recognized it as the symbol of the Boromar Clan.
The Boromar Clan
The Boromar Clan was originally a family of immigrants from the Talenta Plains, that built up a network of extortion, blackmail, corruption, smuggling, and gambling halls that run from Lower Dura to the Skyway.
Besides their illicit dealings, the Clan also has several legitimate business ventures and good social standing. The current Boromar patriarch is a member of the Gold Concord of the Aurum. Saidan Boromar is married to a member of House Jorasco and his daughter, Ilyra Boromar, is a member of the City Council. The Boromar family belongs to the Sixty, a prestigious group of powerful Sharn families. In the last couple of years, the Boromar Clan's dominance of illicit dealings has been disrupted by the criminal organization Daask, which has been raiding Boromar holdings and muscling in their activities.
"And if that makes you feel more comfortable, you´re welcome to come with us too. Gryphus likes to fly with beautiful people..." Boho smile. "Thus, you can either enjoy the trip and pretend you are just protecting the young lady... she will appreciate it... I saw your exchange of glances..." The half-orc adds provocatively, whispering close to Bryn's ear and winking.
"Well, you need to decide. I need to go and I already have my 20gp, the young beautiful Captain needs his Amelia arranged, and your friends need to be helped" Boho then approaches the Gryphon, giving a different whistle and making the animal almost glide next to the ship's entrance, lowering its head to make it easier to mount. "Si, si! We need to go!" Leo answers "Please-a, lead the way. I will trust in your decisions! Don´t make me regret-a, per favore!"
So, are you coming or not? Bojo asks looking to Rylia and Bryn.
Rylia gives Bryn a quick glance, looking intently at him. 'You know there's no way I'm missing this. Come on! Come with me!' she mentally tells him.
The next moment she is heading to follow Boho. "Of course I'm coming!" she says enthusiastically. And she is already heading away to take a ride on the flying creature.
The Gryphon's black feathers felt surprisingly soft to the touch as Rylia mounted it. She could feel a mixture of excitement and adrenaline coursing through her veins. Boho, experienced in handling the majestic creature, began to adjust some protections around Rylia, ensuring she was safe and well accommodated.
"Don't worry, dear," Boho said with a reassuring smile. "We'll have a smooth ride."
Bryn lets Boho know, using thieves' cant, that he knows of the Boromar Clan and their association. But he agrees to the flight - partly because of Rylia's urging, and partly due to his own curiosity about riding a gryphon!
"I'm not worried!" Rylia says. When she sees Bryn, she shouts out to him. "Woo! I'm so glad you joined! Did you feel how soft the feathers are?" She lightly runs her hand over the gryphon's feathers again.
Boho caught Bryn's attention to the pendant, listening to her thieves' language. He smiled and also responded in thieves' language, while placing protections on Bryn. "Ah, you noticed, huh? It's good to know that you know our world. Yes, I'm a proud member of the Boromar Clan. We're loyal to our family, loyal to our friends, but not so much to our enemies.." Boho mounts in front of Rylia holding long leather reins.
Coltinar, kneeling beside Paladin and Arr, offers a prayer to Dol Arrah, the Sovereign of Sun and Sacrifice. He feels a twitch from Arr, a sign of his presence, and wonder that perhaps it was a response to the divine connection.
As Coltinar prays, he speaks softly to Paladin, "We're on our way to the Forge, my friend. Help will be there soon. Have faith." His words are meant to reassure both Paladin and himself, as the journey has been arduous, and the condition of their warforged companion weighs heavily on his heart.
The trio of Boho, Rylia, and Bryn takes flight ahead of the Amelia, heading towards the Forgehold. They soar through "The Stores" and then take a right turn, entering the narrow passages of Fallen. The alley is barely wide enough for the Amelia to pass through. Boho swiftly maneuvers the gryphon backward to get closer to Leo.
"Try to ascend a bit higher to clear the tower tops," Boho shouts to Leo. The wind rushes against the young couple's face, and their hair billows wildly in the breeze.
Below, you see narrow streets and some destroyed towers and buildings. "I never had the courage to walk through Fallen" says Leo.
Boho e Leo take the opportunity to share a brief history of Fallen with the group.
Fallen District
Fallen was Godsgate a century ago, Sharn's first temple district. But as the city grew, the primary temples relocated to the higher wards, and the most important relics were taken to Sovereign Towers. Nowadays it is the worst district in a bad ward. Some of the temples remained in service, but most were converted to serve as housing for workers in the Cogs. For hundreds of years the district slowly decayed. The final blow came on 9 Olarune 918 YK. The Glass Tower, in Upper City, broke apart as it fell, and while most of the floating citadel landed in the Dagger River, some of its spires struck the district of Godsgate, shattering buildings and killing hundreds. Where the spires of the falling Glass Tower crashed into the district, the buildings are shattered and broken, and segments of the Glass Tower jut from crushed temples and manors. The city council had no intention of pouring gold into Lower Dura, and people of the district were left to repair the damage as best as they could. Many left, but some of the people were determined to remain in their ancestral homes or maintain their family businesses.
Paladin appears to be trying to meditate, but all he can do is stare at Arr. It's uncertain if he's not listening, or simply unable to respond at the moment.
As time passes, however, he seems a bit more lively, standing up to look more closely at Arr, and grabs Coltinar's hand on the way.
He places his hand on the spike in Arr's plating, and gives a great heave. Light pours from his body, down the spike and into Arr.
Paladin meditates, trying to gather his strength to help Arr. He puts his hand on his friend, and feels the energy leave his hand. The energy runs through the blades of his body, However, Arr does not awaken.
They traverse Fallen and arrive at Cliffside, a district built on and into the cliffs that descend toward the Sea and the Dagger river. This waterfront district, teeming with businesses catering to sailors passing through Sharn's port, can be quite rough and tumble. Legitimate services can be found here—ships need supplies and repairs, goods require storage, captains need crew, and sailors need a bed on dry land once in a while. However, other businesses emerge merely to meet demand, such as bordellos, taverns, casinos, and even shadier entertainments for sailors to spend their off-duty hours and wages on.
The flight between the cliffs of Cliffside and the sea provides a unique experience. Boho, Rylia, and Bryn lead the way, with the Amelia carrying Leo, Coltinar, Braxiel, Arr, and Paladin close behind. Two other half-orcs on white gryphons escort them. They fly through a passage between three large-sailed ships reaching the northern tip of the district.
Boho takes another turn to approach Leo, near the helm, to discuss the next part of their journey. "We will take the way down to Ashblack. The paths are narrow and stuffy. It's not a place where you see many airships, because it's not easy to navigate. Are you okay with this? I can get someone to sail." "I am fine! Just go slowly and Amelia will be right behind." Leo responds.
They descend to Ashblack, a large area with valleys and some small mounts with activities essentially industrial. A a stream of lava separates scattered constructions and chimneys belching soot. few minutes and they spot an imposing conglomerate constructed from dark gray stones, A tower bearing the symbol of House Cannith, and two building smaller.
"This place is huge. Where exactly we should go?" Boho asks while landing next to a gate slightly open. A cart loaded with armor and steel axes leaves the gate, guided by a male human with a warforged at his side.
Rylia shouts with delight as the gryphon takes flight and sails through the city. "Wooo hooo! This is amazing!" she shouts as the wind wildly flings back her hair. At the mention of the Fallen, she speaks indignantly. "That's horrible! How could they just let a whole district be damaged like that and not help? That's so unfair!" Her thoughts don't linger for long on the issue though. She settles in, her eyes trying to take in every detail of the trip until the finally land near this enormous Cannith building. "I'd think here is as good as anywhere," she says. She calls over to wherever Coltinar and the Amelia has gotten to. "Should we just ask at this gate, or did we have instructions on where to go?"
Coltinar swiftly leaps from the Amelia as Leo begins to land, making his way toward the approaching cart. "Gentlemen, please, we need assistance," he says with a worried tone. "We have a meeting with Master Arber, but we had an unexpected encounter on the way... well, we were attacked by pirates... but that's not important now. We have two severely injured friends who need help."
The male human in the cart responds, "Calm down, sir! You mentioned a meeting with Master Arber? Let me fetch him for you."He touches something in his ear and communicates with someone on the other end.
A few minutes later, an elderly human arrives riding a mechanical eagle. "You should be the the Elaydren´s friend. She told me you'd be coming earlier. What happened? Who is injured?" he inquires.
Bryn can't help but feel exhilaration and awe as he rides the gryphon! It truly is a magnificent creature, and the feel of flying is intoxicating. Seeing (and hearing =) Rylia's excitement adds to his sense of joy, and by the time they land the changeling has adrenaline rushing through him.
"That was amazing! I had you wrong back there, Boho. Thank you for allowing me to ride with you...Your mount is a stunning creature! We really appreciate your crew's intervention to drive off those pirates back there..."He shakes Boho's hand and gives the gryphon a last stroke on the shoulder/wing.
His attention is then drawn to the man arriving on a mechanical eagle and moves to help his warforged friends. "Come on, Rylia, let's get Arr and Paladin inside and attended to."
The older man descends from his mechanical eagle and introduces himself as Master Arber. Coltinar points to Paladin, who is struggling to carry Arr due to their injuries.
"Allow me to help, my son," says Master Arber, interrupting Paladin's steps. "Place him here, and come aboard as well."
He gently taps the mechanical eagle, which readies itself for takeoff. "Take them to the blue chamber," he instructs, indicating the eagle. In a careful movement, the eagle takes off with Paladin and Arr on board.
Master Arber then turns to the warforged who is still on the cart. "Lead this group to the blue chamber," he instructs. "We shall meet you there."
With that, Master Arber gets in the car following the path that the mechanical eagle took, and enters through the large and imposing adamantium gate.
"When you´re ready. Do you need help to carry something?" Asks the warforged to the rest of you.
Rylia leaps from the gryphon, a tiny bit reluctantly. She is almost bouncing on the balls of her feet from the exhilaration of the flight. She nods to Bryn as he suggests helping with Arr and Paladin. But she does turn to Boho before moving to follow. "Thank you for that wonderful ride!" she gushes. "I'm telling you, you really must come hear me play sometime. I can almost guarantee you there will be something in tribute to this gryphon ride. How do I get in touch with you? So I can let you know where I'm performing?"
She pauses just a moment to get a response from Boho, then is on her way after Bryn. She soon realizes there are more fascinating things to see here as well.
"Oh yes!" Rylia immediately says, coming forward next to Boho. There's a glint in her eyes and a unmistakable smile of joy in her face. "I wouldn't miss the chance!" Standing close she adds. "I'm sure it will be safer than with House Deneith. I only mentioned them because I hadn't gotten to know you yet."
Rylia is clearly brimming with excitement as she waits impatiently. "Let's get going!"
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Coltinar approaches Rylia "Are you sure about this?" He asks quietly. "Going with Boho on the Gryphon... it seems a bit... unpredictable."
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Rylia gives Coltinar a bit of a blank look. "It's a griffon!" she says, as if that statement alone makes her decision self-evident. She places her hand on Boho's muscled arm. "The beautiful Boho will watch out for me."
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Arr’s legs twitch suddenly and momentarily in a spastic movement as if he had a dream in which something happened, a surprise or a scare or a sudden realization.
If he should wake up again, he will recount a dream that he experienced, or re-experienced as he thinks that it must be a memory (OOC: But I share it now so that I have something to post.).
Somewhere in comforting darkness and lulling silence the inoperable warforged stands in waiting for its activation.
“Merrix!” A distant voice shouts. ‘Can’t see.’
“Merr-rix!” The voice insists louder, “Open up!” ‘Can’t move.’ It is quiet. It is quiet again.
A reverberating BOOM! shakes through the room. ‘Balance failing,’ and the warforged topples over.
It finds its new position on the floor with a resounding clang. 'Steps. Someone is here. Can’t speak.’
“Take these two that are standing there! We can't carry more!”’Intruders! Thieves!’
"The other one looks damaged anyway." 'No! Generation One, Generation Two!’
"It probably was too close to the door.”'Alarm! Must reactivate! Must protect Rank 4!’
“Look at that one! The explosion must have gotten him worse than he looks, his leg moves spastically.”’Low energy. Can’t start wake sequence. Reroute energy from life force.’
“That one really gives me the creeps. Let’s hurry before it explodes!” 'Must protect! Not enough power! ... Systems failing. Enter hibernation.'
Lulling silence returns to the comforting darkness in which the inactive warforged now awaits its reactivation lying on the floor, senseless.
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Bryn stands now, beginning to think these 'saviors' were just another set of thieves. (Insight: 16)
"I think we'll stick together, thanks. And we'll trust Leo's navigation, too. You may be known in the Fallen, but you aren't known to us..." He says casually, but with a look that indicates he's wary of Boho and his group.
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Boho nods with a smile as listens to Coltinar and Bryn´s wariness chat. "Very well! Fair points both of you!" The half-orc backs one step toward Bryn. "But you do not need to worry. If we had any ill intentions against you, you would have known already, especially considering that your group isn´t so strong for now... I mean no disrespect... " Boho teased.
"We don´t like to waste time, you know... We are kind of guardians of Lower Dura... since the Sharn´s Watch are not so worried about people around here. We are tasked with maintaining the region's minimal safety and freedom from hostile threats so that trade can flow smoothly. We're hardworking folks, that's all," Boho added.
As Bryn got up and Boho moved closer, Bryn noticed a necklace around Boho's neck with a pendant depicting a silver dragon with folded wings perched on a tower. Bryn immediately recognized it as the symbol of the Boromar Clan.
The Boromar Clan
The Boromar Clan was originally a family of immigrants from the Talenta Plains, that built up a network of extortion, blackmail, corruption, smuggling, and gambling halls that run from Lower Dura to the Skyway.
Besides their illicit dealings, the Clan also has several legitimate business ventures and good social standing.
The current Boromar patriarch is a member of the Gold Concord of the Aurum. Saidan Boromar is married to a member of House Jorasco and his daughter, Ilyra Boromar, is a member of the City Council.
The Boromar family belongs to the Sixty, a prestigious group of powerful Sharn families.
In the last couple of years, the Boromar Clan's dominance of illicit dealings has been disrupted by the criminal organization Daask, which has been raiding Boromar holdings and muscling in their activities.
"And if that makes you feel more comfortable, you´re welcome to come with us too. Gryphus likes to fly with beautiful people..." Boho smile.
"Thus, you can either enjoy the trip and pretend you are just protecting the young lady... she will appreciate it... I saw your exchange of glances..." The half-orc adds provocatively, whispering close to Bryn's ear and winking.
"Well, you need to decide. I need to go and I already have my 20gp, the young beautiful Captain needs his Amelia arranged, and your friends need to be helped" Boho then approaches the Gryphon, giving a different whistle and making the animal almost glide next to the ship's entrance, lowering its head to make it easier to mount.
"Si, si! We need to go!" Leo answers "Please-a, lead the way. I will trust in your decisions! Don´t make me regret-a, per favore!"
So, are you coming or not? Bojo asks looking to Rylia and Bryn.
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Rylia gives Bryn a quick glance, looking intently at him. 'You know there's no way I'm missing this. Come on! Come with me!' she mentally tells him.
The next moment she is heading to follow Boho. "Of course I'm coming!" she says enthusiastically. And she is already heading away to take a ride on the flying creature.
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
The Gryphon's black feathers felt surprisingly soft to the touch as Rylia mounted it. She could feel a mixture of excitement and adrenaline coursing through her veins. Boho, experienced in handling the majestic creature, began to adjust some protections around Rylia, ensuring she was safe and well accommodated.
"Don't worry, dear," Boho said with a reassuring smile. "We'll have a smooth ride."
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Bryn lets Boho know, using thieves' cant, that he knows of the Boromar Clan and their association. But he agrees to the flight - partly because of Rylia's urging, and partly due to his own curiosity about riding a gryphon!
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"I'm not worried!" Rylia says. When she sees Bryn, she shouts out to him. "Woo! I'm so glad you joined! Did you feel how soft the feathers are?" She lightly runs her hand over the gryphon's feathers again.
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Boho caught Bryn's attention to the pendant, listening to her thieves' language. He smiled and also responded in thieves' language, while placing protections on Bryn. "Ah, you noticed, huh? It's good to know that you know our world. Yes, I'm a proud member of the Boromar Clan. We're loyal to our family, loyal to our friends, but not so much to our enemies.."
Boho mounts in front of Rylia holding long leather reins.
Coltinar, kneeling beside Paladin and Arr, offers a prayer to Dol Arrah, the Sovereign of Sun and Sacrifice. He feels a twitch from Arr, a sign of his presence, and wonder that perhaps it was a response to the divine connection.
As Coltinar prays, he speaks softly to Paladin, "We're on our way to the Forge, my friend. Help will be there soon. Have faith." His words are meant to reassure both Paladin and himself, as the journey has been arduous, and the condition of their warforged companion weighs heavily on his heart.
The trio of Boho, Rylia, and Bryn takes flight ahead of the Amelia, heading towards the Forgehold. They soar through "The Stores" and then take a right turn, entering the narrow passages of Fallen. The alley is barely wide enough for the Amelia to pass through. Boho swiftly maneuvers the gryphon backward to get closer to Leo.
"Try to ascend a bit higher to clear the tower tops," Boho shouts to Leo.
The wind rushes against the young couple's face, and their hair billows wildly in the breeze.
Below, you see narrow streets and some destroyed towers and buildings.
"I never had the courage to walk through Fallen" says Leo.
Boho e Leo take the opportunity to share a brief history of Fallen with the group.
Fallen District
Fallen was Godsgate a century ago, Sharn's first temple district. But as the city grew, the primary temples relocated to the higher wards, and the most important relics were taken to Sovereign Towers. Nowadays it is the worst district in a bad ward. Some of the temples remained in service, but most were converted to serve as housing for workers in the Cogs. For hundreds of years the district slowly decayed. The final blow came on 9 Olarune 918 YK. The Glass Tower, in Upper City, broke apart as it fell, and while most of the floating citadel landed in the Dagger River, some of its spires struck the district of Godsgate, shattering buildings and killing hundreds.
Where the spires of the falling Glass Tower crashed into the district, the buildings are shattered and broken, and segments of the Glass Tower jut from crushed temples and manors.
The city council had no intention of pouring gold into Lower Dura, and people of the district were left to repair the damage as best as they could.
Many left, but some of the people were determined to remain in their ancestral homes or maintain their family businesses.
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Paladin appears to be trying to meditate, but all he can do is stare at Arr. It's uncertain if he's not listening, or simply unable to respond at the moment.
As time passes, however, he seems a bit more lively, standing up to look more closely at Arr, and grabs Coltinar's hand on the way.
He places his hand on the spike in Arr's plating, and gives a great heave. Light pours from his body, down the spike and into Arr.
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Paladin meditates, trying to gather his strength to help Arr. He puts his hand on his friend, and feels the energy leave his hand. The energy runs through the blades of his body, However, Arr does not awaken.
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They traverse Fallen and arrive at Cliffside, a district built on and into the cliffs that descend toward the Sea and the Dagger river. This waterfront district, teeming with businesses catering to sailors passing through Sharn's port, can be quite rough and tumble. Legitimate services can be found here—ships need supplies and repairs, goods require storage, captains need crew, and sailors need a bed on dry land once in a while. However, other businesses emerge merely to meet demand, such as bordellos, taverns, casinos, and even shadier entertainments for sailors to spend their off-duty hours and wages on.
The flight between the cliffs of Cliffside and the sea provides a unique experience. Boho, Rylia, and Bryn lead the way, with the Amelia carrying Leo, Coltinar, Braxiel, Arr, and Paladin close behind. Two other half-orcs on white gryphons escort them. They fly through a passage between three large-sailed ships reaching the northern tip of the district.
Boho takes another turn to approach Leo, near the helm, to discuss the next part of their journey.
"We will take the way down to Ashblack. The paths are narrow and stuffy. It's not a place where you see many airships, because it's not easy to navigate. Are you okay with this? I can get someone to sail."
"I am fine! Just go slowly and Amelia will be right behind." Leo responds.
They descend to Ashblack, a large area with valleys and some small mounts with activities essentially industrial. A a stream of lava separates scattered constructions and chimneys belching soot.
few minutes and they spot an imposing conglomerate constructed from dark gray stones, A tower bearing the symbol of House Cannith, and two building smaller.
"This place is huge. Where exactly we should go?" Boho asks while landing next to a gate slightly open.
A cart loaded with armor and steel axes leaves the gate, guided by a male human with a warforged at his side.
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Rylia shouts with delight as the gryphon takes flight and sails through the city. "Wooo hooo! This is amazing!" she shouts as the wind wildly flings back her hair. At the mention of the Fallen, she speaks indignantly. "That's horrible! How could they just let a whole district be damaged like that and not help? That's so unfair!" Her thoughts don't linger for long on the issue though. She settles in, her eyes trying to take in every detail of the trip until the finally land near this enormous Cannith building. "I'd think here is as good as anywhere," she says. She calls over to wherever Coltinar and the Amelia has gotten to. "Should we just ask at this gate, or did we have instructions on where to go?"
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Coltinar swiftly leaps from the Amelia as Leo begins to land, making his way toward the approaching cart. "Gentlemen, please, we need assistance," he says with a worried tone. "We have a meeting with Master Arber, but we had an unexpected encounter on the way... well, we were attacked by pirates... but that's not important now. We have two severely injured friends who need help."
The male human in the cart responds, "Calm down, sir! You mentioned a meeting with Master Arber? Let me fetch him for you." He touches something in his ear and communicates with someone on the other end.
A few minutes later, an elderly human arrives riding a mechanical eagle. "You should be the the Elaydren´s friend. She told me you'd be coming earlier. What happened? Who is injured?" he inquires.
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Bryn can't help but feel exhilaration and awe as he rides the gryphon! It truly is a magnificent creature, and the feel of flying is intoxicating. Seeing (and hearing =) Rylia's excitement adds to his sense of joy, and by the time they land the changeling has adrenaline rushing through him.
"That was amazing! I had you wrong back there, Boho. Thank you for allowing me to ride with you...Your mount is a stunning creature! We really appreciate your crew's intervention to drive off those pirates back there..." He shakes Boho's hand and gives the gryphon a last stroke on the shoulder/wing.
His attention is then drawn to the man arriving on a mechanical eagle and moves to help his warforged friends. "Come on, Rylia, let's get Arr and Paladin inside and attended to."
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Paladin will pick up Arr and heave him over his shoulders to carry inside.
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The older man descends from his mechanical eagle and introduces himself as Master Arber. Coltinar points to Paladin, who is struggling to carry Arr due to their injuries.
"Allow me to help, my son," says Master Arber, interrupting Paladin's steps. "Place him here, and come aboard as well."
He gently taps the mechanical eagle, which readies itself for takeoff. "Take them to the blue chamber," he instructs, indicating the eagle. In a careful movement, the eagle takes off with Paladin and Arr on board.
Master Arber then turns to the warforged who is still on the cart. "Lead this group to the blue chamber," he instructs. "We shall meet you there."
With that, Master Arber gets in the car following the path that the mechanical eagle took, and enters through the large and imposing adamantium gate.
"When you´re ready. Do you need help to carry something?" Asks the warforged to the rest of you.
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Rylia leaps from the gryphon, a tiny bit reluctantly. She is almost bouncing on the balls of her feet from the exhilaration of the flight. She nods to Bryn as he suggests helping with Arr and Paladin. But she does turn to Boho before moving to follow. "Thank you for that wonderful ride!" she gushes. "I'm telling you, you really must come hear me play sometime. I can almost guarantee you there will be something in tribute to this gryphon ride. How do I get in touch with you? So I can let you know where I'm performing?"
She pauses just a moment to get a response from Boho, then is on her way after Bryn. She soon realizes there are more fascinating things to see here as well.
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