Nimbus points to a ship coming into view as the morning sun burns the mists off the harbor. From this distance the Hull seems to barely protrude from the water, its bowsprit is long and sleek, followed by a sturdy fore mast, and an almost disproportionately large main sail in the aft, the ship is clearly built for speed. All you need do is row out to the Gull’s Wing and my friend Issa, the ship’s captain, and his crew will have you in Bolan’s Rest by morning. Once there, you will find Dacklow operating a smithy under the name Clovis Ironbrand, not one for imagination with pseudonyms, is old Dacklow. To assuage your fears of leaving Olber unattended for a few days, you have my word the Thieves Guild will have more people out on the street than we’ve had previously, I will get a message to Rastave as well.He raises his hand and a single claw pops out, he brings his claw up and drags it along his cheek, a thin line of blood welling up. This I swear by blood and bond.
Bastion, with your knowledge of history you know that a Tabaxi who swears such an oath and breaks it will be barred from entering the Brightlands after their death, doomed to wander the Grey without hunting, warmth, or shelter. Ackam with your pirate background you don’t know the particulars of the oath but that it’s serious. Aedra, Varris, And Earthhand know it’s not an oath to be taken lightly from their general knowledge of oaths.
"I do not seek your forgiveness, cat. We have brought enough attention upon ourselves - I will admit. However this group knew to be here at this hour at your vessel. I do not fault you for not risking your neck in this skirmish - but I am inclined to think that what just happened here could have been avoided... if any more 'coincidences' like this occur while we journey with you - do not fault me for not risking my neck for you."
For the first time the party sees BASTION shaken. The cool demeanor that holds steady even in strenuous battle has been replaced by an almost tangible tension. It attempts to make itself comfortable on the craft.
"And do not speak of Rusty. He was ten times the cat you will ever be."
Nimbus takes a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs at the blood on his cheek. No harm done, Guardian, I understand. However, if any of you lot go around saying that steelshanks here tossed me and I landed on my ass and not on my feet, I shall be quite put out.
I’m retconning Nimbus’ accent, he’s English now, think Wesley from Princess Bride. Don’t know why I chose Russian before...
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Ackam listens to Nimbus and watches the feline humanoid cut himself and pronounce his oath. It reminded Ackam of a oath he once took not to terribly long ago. A smile cracks across Ackam's face as memories of his pirating flood his mind. When Nimbus finishes he walks away from the group towards the docks. He hears Bastion question Nimbus as he climbs down into the row boat. He checks the row boat for oars, leaks, rope, and to make sure she is sea worthy or at least sea worthy enough to bring them to the Gull's Wind.
Hahahaha!!! “ah dammit, what’re these decking things called again? Water wagons? Sea carts? Feck, I know this! It’s on the tippa me toungue... Bow-at?”
As the party converses and reflects on the battle recently fought (and Ackam struggles with Water Wagons), Varris finds a clean place on the docks and sits down in the Lotus position. Before closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and looks out at the warm glow emanating from the horizon. As is customary of a priest of Mishkala,Varris taps the wooden plank front of him using Light causing it to emanate a beautiful white light. He then proceeds to say the last light (Mishkala's version of last rites) post-mortem for every creature the party had recently killed; taking particular time to atone for creatures defenestrated or otherwise mutilated and dogs. As everyone knows, in Mishkala's eyes they are all good boyes, it is the master who led them astray.
Finishing his chanting, Varris opens his eyes and announces: Friends, I am ready to depart.
Earthhandbows subtly to the Tabaxi, nodding solemnly and touching a dried sprig of holly pinned to his chest, casting druidcraft to cause it to briefly bloom with a pair of red berries, bright against his shirt. He says a silent prayer to the lion spirit Ularian for the spirits of the doggos he killed, but spits on the ground next to a goblin corpse. Affixing the Tabaxi with a cool glance, he says, "Aye, Oi'm ready ter be off as well, but Oi've a like mind ter Bastion, hear meh feline: if'n yer not usin' yer time here in Olber ter look fer teh fly in teh ointment - aen le's be sure, there's a fly in teh ointment, a timed attack likee this - well then Oi dinnae wha' teh feck yer doin'." He walks past to join Varris on the pier. Agents o teh twelve, agents o' teh therteen, feckin' nobles'r all teh same...
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ackam tries to steady himself on the row boat and almost falls in, but his hairyfeet manage to keep him balanced. He settles into the boat and picks up the oars and then watches Varris and Earthhand do their rites over their vanquished foes. He shakes his head at them and thinks to himself "how de feck can you be sorry for a bunch o' basterds who came swingin' at us. And an ogre ta' boot.! These new lads o' mine...," Ackam shakes his head again and sighs as he watches the two devoted men finish their rites, "...well, maybe dees are da type o' fellas I've been needin' to help me figure out why da hell da gods even put me here." He pulls the oars up and gets ready to shove and screams, "Oye, are we feckin gonna get goin' or what? Let da seagulls take care of dese bodies."
To be clear about my action, I was blooming the holly berries in response to Nimbus' oath, lamenting the dogs from earlier, and spitting on the goblinfolk. If I was performing death rites I'd use yew ;)
"Quite teh haul lads aen lassies! Avast an' away Oi say, oncee we rock asway aen steady on wha' yon waves Oi'cn perform a ritual ter search teh loot fer traces o' magic." Earthhand eyes the arachnid-stylized brooch and runs his hand down the length of his beard once, twice. "Oi wonder if'n this sparkly aen sinister piece o' jewelerscraft has any properties o' any kind, or if'n i's a...a...feck me...a callin' card!" Thorok brightens as he remembers the term.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Nimbus points to a ship coming into view as the morning sun burns the mists off the harbor. From this distance the Hull seems to barely protrude from the water, its bowsprit is long and sleek, followed by a sturdy fore mast, and an almost disproportionately large main sail in the aft, the ship is clearly built for speed. All you need do is row out to the Gull’s Wing and my friend Issa, the ship’s captain, and his crew will have you in Bolan’s Rest by morning. Once there, you will find Dacklow operating a smithy under the name Clovis Ironbrand, not one for imagination with pseudonyms, is old Dacklow. To assuage your fears of leaving Olber unattended for a few days, you have my word the Thieves Guild will have more people out on the street than we’ve had previously, I will get a message to Rastave as well. He raises his hand and a single claw pops out, he brings his claw up and drags it along his cheek, a thin line of blood welling up. This I swear by blood and bond.
Bastion, with your knowledge of history you know that a Tabaxi who swears such an oath and breaks it will be barred from entering the Brightlands after their death, doomed to wander the Grey without hunting, warmth, or shelter. Ackam with your pirate background you don’t know the particulars of the oath but that it’s serious. Aedra, Varris, And Earthhand know it’s not an oath to be taken lightly from their general knowledge of oaths.
"I do not seek your forgiveness, cat. We have brought enough attention upon ourselves - I will admit. However this group knew to be here at this hour at your vessel. I do not fault you for not risking your neck in this skirmish - but I am inclined to think that what just happened here could have been avoided... if any more 'coincidences' like this occur while we journey with you - do not fault me for not risking my neck for you."
For the first time the party sees BASTION shaken. The cool demeanor that holds steady even in strenuous battle has been replaced by an almost tangible tension. It attempts to make itself comfortable on the craft.
"And do not speak of Rusty. He was ten times the cat you will ever be."
As BASTION witnesses the oath - its body slumps a bit.
"You must understand. I get protective..."
It walks to the edge of the vessel and stands looking out over the water.
Nimbus takes a handkerchief from his pocket and dabs at the blood on his cheek. No harm done, Guardian, I understand. However, if any of you lot go around saying that steelshanks here tossed me and I landed on my ass and not on my feet, I shall be quite put out.
I’m retconning Nimbus’ accent, he’s English now, think Wesley from Princess Bride. Don’t know why I chose Russian before...
Ackam listens to Nimbus and watches the feline humanoid cut himself and pronounce his oath. It reminded Ackam of a oath he once took not to terribly long ago. A smile cracks across Ackam's face as memories of his pirating flood his mind. When Nimbus finishes he walks away from the group towards the docks. He hears Bastion question Nimbus as he climbs down into the row boat. He checks the row boat for oars, leaks, rope, and to make sure she is sea worthy or at least sea worthy enough to bring them to the Gull's Wind.
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Ackam, your cursory inspection of the boat indicates that it is in fact a boat.
*Water Wagon!
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
These fecken rolls keep on comin....
Hahahaha!!! “ah dammit, what’re these decking things called again? Water wagons? Sea carts? Feck, I know this! It’s on the tippa me toungue... Bow-at?”
As the party converses and reflects on the battle recently fought (and Ackam struggles with Water Wagons), Varris finds a clean place on the docks and sits down in the Lotus position. Before closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and looks out at the warm glow emanating from the horizon. As is customary of a priest of Mishkala, Varris taps the wooden plank front of him using Light causing it to emanate a beautiful white light. He then proceeds to say the last light (Mishkala's version of last rites) post-mortem for every creature the party had recently killed; taking particular time to atone for creatures defenestrated or otherwise mutilated and dogs. As everyone knows, in Mishkala's eyes they are all good boyes, it is the master who led them astray.
Finishing his chanting, Varris opens his eyes and announces: Friends, I am ready to depart.
Earthhand bows subtly to the Tabaxi, nodding solemnly and touching a dried sprig of holly pinned to his chest, casting druidcraft to cause it to briefly bloom with a pair of red berries, bright against his shirt. He says a silent prayer to the lion spirit Ularian for the spirits of the doggos he killed, but spits on the ground next to a goblin corpse. Affixing the Tabaxi with a cool glance, he says, "Aye, Oi'm ready ter be off as well, but Oi've a like mind ter Bastion, hear meh feline: if'n yer not usin' yer time here in Olber ter look fer teh fly in teh ointment - aen le's be sure, there's a fly in teh ointment, a timed attack likee this - well then Oi dinnae wha' teh feck yer doin'." He walks past to join Varris on the pier. Agents o teh twelve, agents o' teh therteen, feckin' nobles'r all teh same...
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
As he approaches the pier, Earthhand casts druidcraft again, using it to attempt to predict the weather.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ackam tries to steady himself on the row boat and almost falls in, but his hairyfeet manage to keep him balanced. He settles into the boat and picks up the oars and then watches Varris and Earthhand do their rites over their vanquished foes. He shakes his head at them and thinks to himself "how de feck can you be sorry for a bunch o' basterds who came swingin' at us. And an ogre ta' boot.! These new lads o' mine... ," Ackam shakes his head again and sighs as he watches the two devoted men finish their rites, "...well, maybe dees are da type o' fellas I've been needin' to help me figure out why da hell da gods even put me here." He pulls the oars up and gets ready to shove and screams, "Oye, are we feckin gonna get goin' or what? Let da seagulls take care of dese bodies."
To be clear about my action, I was blooming the holly berries in response to Nimbus' oath, lamenting the dogs from earlier, and spitting on the goblinfolk. If I was performing death rites I'd use yew ;)
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ackam wouldn't know the difference since he was never religious.
As Nimbus makes ready to row you out to the Gull’s Wing you search among the dead for loot and clues to who sent them.
On and among the bodies you find:
"Quite teh haul lads aen lassies! Avast an' away Oi say, oncee we rock asway aen steady on wha' yon waves Oi'cn perform a ritual ter search teh loot fer traces o' magic." Earthhand eyes the arachnid-stylized brooch and runs his hand down the length of his beard once, twice. "Oi wonder if'n this sparkly aen sinister piece o' jewelerscraft has any properties o' any kind, or if'n i's a...a...feck me...a callin' card!" Thorok brightens as he remembers the term.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Aen this..." Earthhand picks up the coil of rope and gives it a few exploratory whips and swirls.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
I'm no expert of the Arcane, but that rope looks magic to me... may I? Nimbus holds out his hand to examine the rope.