Kaelthor moved through the streets with a steady, watchful pace, his eyes rarely lingering on the buildings or the gaudy trappings of trade. Instead, his attention slipped over the people themselves—their patterns of movement, how they clustered and dispersed like starlings wheeling in the sky, or ants flowing in lines toward food. He noted how a merchant’s booming call gathered a crowd much like the howl of a wolf draws a pack, or how a group of children at play tumbled together with the chaotic energy of river fish scattering at a shadow. To him, these were the true marvels of Vogler, echoes of the wild wearing the mask of civilization.
He compared, weighed, measured—where bipeds showed unity like wolves, or cunning webs like spiders, and where their behaviors diverged from the natural order, too eager to claim dominion where none was rightfully theirs. All the while he kept an ear on his companions’ chatter, eyes flicking toward them, and voicing the occasional, "Let's keep going," to make sure none strayed or let the festival’s trappings pull them too far afield. They had a duty yet before them, and Kaelthor’s staff tapped softly against the ground as a reminder to himself and others, '... not to lose sight of why we came'.
Vexi's mouth drops open as she catches sight of what Berthan is gifting her. She ignores Vardok and gives the man a deep bow. "It was my pleasure and I hope to ride with you again. I will definitely see you on my way back home to pick up those mittens!" She lets her friend look the medallion over and she beams when she finally gets hold of it. She turns it over and over in her hands, feeling it warm up from her body heat and traces the horse figure with her fingers.
As they get close to the market and the smells hit her, first she pokes Vardok in the ribs and shouts out, "Ooh, bread!" and she darts to the tent selling that, yelling over her shoulder towards Cassian, "Just this one stop then to the Brass Crab!"
The paladin gives a proud smile as Vexi is presented with the medallion. Though they have their differences, she and Vardok seem to have good hearts. It is no wonder Ispen chose to befriend them.
"Alright, but just one," he responds, giving a chuckle as she runs off. He gives a small shake of his head, noticing Kaelthor's waning patience as his staff taps the ground. "I...believe Ispen wanted us to meet and get to know each other, not just mourn him. That's how he was."
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| Joy - Hexblood Open Sea Paladin - Netherdeep| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep| Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia| Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren| Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron| Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault| Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance |
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Kaelthor moved through the streets with a steady, watchful pace, his eyes rarely lingering on the buildings or the gaudy trappings of trade. Instead, his attention slipped over the people themselves—their patterns of movement, how they clustered and dispersed like starlings wheeling in the sky, or ants flowing in lines toward food. He noted how a merchant’s booming call gathered a crowd much like the howl of a wolf draws a pack, or how a group of children at play tumbled together with the chaotic energy of river fish scattering at a shadow. To him, these were the true marvels of Vogler, echoes of the wild wearing the mask of civilization.
He compared, weighed, measured—where bipeds showed unity like wolves, or cunning webs like spiders, and where their behaviors diverged from the natural order, too eager to claim dominion where none was rightfully theirs. All the while he kept an ear on his companions’ chatter, eyes flicking toward them, and voicing the occasional, "Let's keep going," to make sure none strayed or let the festival’s trappings pull them too far afield. They had a duty yet before them, and Kaelthor’s staff tapped softly against the ground as a reminder to himself and others, '... not to lose sight of why we came'.
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Vexi
Vexi's mouth drops open as she catches sight of what Berthan is gifting her. She ignores Vardok and gives the man a deep bow. "It was my pleasure and I hope to ride with you again. I will definitely see you on my way back home to pick up those mittens!" She lets her friend look the medallion over and she beams when she finally gets hold of it. She turns it over and over in her hands, feeling it warm up from her body heat and traces the horse figure with her fingers.
As they get close to the market and the smells hit her, first she pokes Vardok in the ribs and shouts out, "Ooh, bread!" and she darts to the tent selling that, yelling over her shoulder towards Cassian, "Just this one stop then to the Brass Crab!"
Cassian
The paladin gives a proud smile as Vexi is presented with the medallion. Though they have their differences, she and Vardok seem to have good hearts. It is no wonder Ispen chose to befriend them.
"Alright, but just one," he responds, giving a chuckle as she runs off. He gives a small shake of his head, noticing Kaelthor's waning patience as his staff taps the ground. "I...believe Ispen wanted us to meet and get to know each other, not just mourn him. That's how he was."
| Joy - Hexblood Open Sea Paladin - Netherdeep | Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance |