You have heard the stories of airships, but can't remember the details, never mind seeing one before. They're very rare and only owned by the most powerful/richest of people. Based on its current route it's most likely either from Greenholden or one of the Southern Lands.
In your years of research and travels, you have heard of the airships of the southern lands of Azulthorpe. It is a magocracy that uses its powerful wizards to keep the lands prosperous, as well as protect from any invading forces. They have airships held by their mage gentry as social status, and one of this style is probably holding an ambassador.
Seeing this airship, and understanding where it is from, Etla lights up in pure glee.
"That we shall, Borg. If my memory aids me, that might very well be an ambassador of the southern lands of Azulthorpe. I've never dared to hope I'd see one up close. What a lovely surprise!"
As the group watches the airship fly onwards to Greenholden, they see flying behind the it as if chasing or following a huge golden bird (nature check to identify its genus).
(Assuming you'll be headed back down the path towards Greenholden)
Ahead on the trail the group can see a lone shabby cart being pulled by an ox. Seated on the cart is a halfling in farmer's robes, the back of his cart mostly bare besides some basic living luxuries and a barrel.
It's a bit of a cosy squeeze for all five in the back. "Ye can push some of the stuff out the way." The halfling says, keeping his eyes forward as the ox trundles along. "I be Tippil, by the way. Tippil Blandback. What brings you this way?"
Off in the distance, the airship and thunderbird fly over the huge walls of Greenholden. It is assumed they are friendly then, as the defences of the great city didn't launch huge cannonballs at them as they arrived.
Borg will push some things around, to make a little more room. "Hey there tippil, I'm borg and we are the Crimson fang, we just joined the seven saaits and are coming back from our first successful mission."
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Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Crispy, squished between Borg and Akaas, winced a bit as she tried to get more comfortable. It was like sitting between a rock and a pillow. She took a moment to admire Borg's arms and thigh, which were much bigger than Crispy's by far, and admired the curves they made and the fact a woman could achieve such muscularity. Akaas, on the other hand, had an amazing gentle soul, a lifetime spent learning, shining bright, and being good to others. Even Etla had more beautiful hair than her. What did Crispy have? None of those things. She caught herself comparing bicep sizes with Borg secretly while Borg talked, and the second Borg might have looked over, Crispy rapidly looked away and pretended to stretch.
Crispy could feel her whole face turning beet red. She laughed nervously out loud to try and deflect the fact she got caught starting and was completely embarrassed.
“What?” She stammers, “No, I was just..it’s not what you th- I was only, uhh. No, I uh..what I meant to say, do, wait. I was..”
Borg laughs. "There, feel better now Chick?" Borg ask as Crispy slide onto her lap she smiles. "There, you can compare and feel the muscles all you want."
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Crispy laughs again, loudly, akwardly. Very loud, now obviously clearly embarrased. Her hands trying to find a place to hold on to while on her lap. This goes on for a few moments and then there is silence while she thinks.
Then Crispy spins around and plants her lips on Borg’s and wraps her arms around her neck.
Borg is surprised by the action but doesn't fight it and rests her hands on Crispys hips. "Well...that was unexpected, luckily we are in the same room chick." Borg says afterwards.
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Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Chetin:
You have heard the stories of airships, but can't remember the details, never mind seeing one before. They're very rare and only owned by the most powerful/richest of people. Based on its current route it's most likely either from Greenholden or one of the Southern Lands.
Akaas watches the ship fly over and shakes his head, smiling. "Amazing," he comments.
"That is a great sight to see. We should hurry and see what it's doing."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
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Etla:
In your years of research and travels, you have heard of the airships of the southern lands of Azulthorpe. It is a magocracy that uses its powerful wizards to keep the lands prosperous, as well as protect from any invading forces. They have airships held by their mage gentry as social status, and one of this style is probably holding an ambassador.
Seeing this airship, and understanding where it is from, Etla lights up in pure glee.
"That we shall, Borg. If my memory aids me, that might very well be an ambassador of the southern lands of Azulthorpe. I've never dared to hope I'd see one up close. What a lovely surprise!"
As the group watches the airship fly onwards to Greenholden, they see flying behind the it as if chasing or following a huge golden bird (nature check to identify its genus).
(Assuming you'll be headed back down the path towards Greenholden)
Ahead on the trail the group can see a lone shabby cart being pulled by an ox. Seated on the cart is a halfling in farmer's robes, the back of his cart mostly bare besides some basic living luxuries and a barrel.
Borg spots the large bird. "That's a large chick right there." Nature 13
Sge will then look to the halfling. "Hey, mind giving us a ride to greenholden? Free guards for your travels as a trade."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Borg:
The large avian creature is known as a Thunderbird, effectively a roc with an affinity to lightning.
The halfling looks up from his daydream. "Eeyup, ye can join me." He says, the cart keeping its steady pace. "Hop aboard."
"Awesome, saves us walking back." Borg will hop in the back and offer her hand to the others to help them up into the cart.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Akaas gladly accepts Borg's hand up and settles in for the ride.
It's a bit of a cosy squeeze for all five in the back. "Ye can push some of the stuff out the way." The halfling says, keeping his eyes forward as the ox trundles along. "I be Tippil, by the way. Tippil Blandback. What brings you this way?"
Off in the distance, the airship and thunderbird fly over the huge walls of Greenholden. It is assumed they are friendly then, as the defences of the great city didn't launch huge cannonballs at them as they arrived.
Borg will push some things around, to make a little more room. "Hey there tippil, I'm borg and we are the Crimson fang, we just joined the seven saaits and are coming back from our first successful mission."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Crispy, squished between Borg and Akaas, winced a bit as she tried to get more comfortable. It was like sitting between a rock and a pillow. She took a moment to admire Borg's arms and thigh, which were much bigger than Crispy's by far, and admired the curves they made and the fact a woman could achieve such muscularity. Akaas, on the other hand, had an amazing gentle soul, a lifetime spent learning, shining bright, and being good to others. Even Etla had more beautiful hair than her. What did Crispy have? None of those things. She caught herself comparing bicep sizes with Borg secretly while Borg talked, and the second Borg might have looked over, Crispy rapidly looked away and pretended to stretch.
Borg looks to Crispy. "You okay chick? Want to sit on my lap?" Borg says tapping her thighs with her hands. "Muscles are very comfortable."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Crispy could feel her whole face turning beet red. She laughed nervously out loud to try and deflect the fact she got caught starting and was completely embarrassed.
“What?” She stammers, “No, I was just..it’s not what you th- I was only, uhh. No, I uh..what I meant to say, do, wait. I was..”
She slides on to Borg’s lap.
Borg laughs. "There, feel better now Chick?" Borg ask as Crispy slide onto her lap she smiles. "There, you can compare and feel the muscles all you want."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Crispy laughs again, loudly, akwardly. Very loud, now obviously clearly embarrased. Her hands trying to find a place to hold on to while on her lap. This goes on for a few moments and then there is silence while she thinks.
Then Crispy spins around and plants her lips on Borg’s and wraps her arms around her neck.
Borg is surprised by the action but doesn't fight it and rests her hands on Crispys hips. "Well...that was unexpected, luckily we are in the same room chick." Borg says afterwards.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Crispy makes some noises in agreement as she tounge wrestles with you, not caring who’s watching.