Jayce looks up as Aedra and Agency approach. Ah, what's this? he examines the stick. I believe this is a sacred to Jacoust, the god of the seas. Yes, it can make salt water drinkable it is traditionally used in cermonies in the church, part of their holy rites. Where did you find it?
Bael smiles at Ackam and flips the hafling a coin. Take that, matey, one sailor to another. He lays one finger against the side of his nose. It's always brought me luck
Ackam doesn't see Nimbus or anything out of the ordinary on the docks. Just the normal early evening goings on in these parts.
The cat follows Bastion down the gangplank and on to dry land, it gives him a skeptical look as he stumbles a bit and burps up some vodka, but then continues rubbing against the constructs legs. Issa watches the cat leave and says It looks as though Stormy as taken a liking to you, Steelshanks! Our other shipcat just had kittens, so we've an abundance at the moment if you'd like to take the old bastard. Good luck on a ship, cats are, I'd imagine it's the same on land. He's a bit feisty with those he hasn't taken a liking to, but he's a keen mouser, and braver than I've ever seen. He once rode out a storm in the rigging that had most of us shaken up, that's how he earned his name, matter of fact.
Thanks, girl!Aedra says to Agency as she turns towards Jayce.Ifounditoverthere, she points over her shoulder where she climbed over the side of the ship.Exactdirectionsaren’treallymystrongsuit... she smiles slightly as her face turns for a moment into a soft shade of pink.
BASTION wipes its metal mouth and kneels down extending an open palm to the small kitten. As it tentatively finds its footing in BASTION's palm he slowly lifts the kitten up.
"Well - it seems we have gained a new traveling partner.
I must warm you little one - we see our fair share of trouble, but you've got a tough spirit - perhaps you've already seen quite a bit while weathering these dark waters. Born under a violent storm such as your namesake.
If you would like to journey along with us - I will be your BASTION from the storms."
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Earthhand eyesBastion's new feline friend, the corner of his mouth twitching reflexively, perhaps due lingering instincts from his recent assumptions of canine forms. "Paenneth's claws, Oi hope yer ready ter deal wit' that omen o' ill luck, Bast'." The druid gives the kitten a tentative stroke on the head, hoping in his superstition to be on the animal's good side.
Animal Handling: 25
"Good ter see yeh back Aedra, Oi'm glad yer travels abound were safe aen full o' intrigue. Oi've teh ability ter call forth fresh water, but i's good ter know I won't need ter have that spell prepared.*" The druid looks around at the party. "Back ter Nimbus er what? Deed he have summat more ter tell us, or was he jus' pointin' us ter a useful contact?" Thorok shakes his head. "M'pologies, been hittin' the kenabi."
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On that note, we've recently taken a long rest, correct?
With an appreciative nod, Varris looks around and bids the crew safe travels. May Mishkala's light guide your travels, friends.
Stepping off the ship, Varris lets out a sigh of relief. It is good to be back on dry land. Approaching Earthhand and Aedra Varris interjects, that is quite the staff you have there Aedra. fresh water is something many people have fought for over the years - treat it well. I believe we should chat with Nimbus and see if he might be able to help us gain access to the underground and guide us towards the older tunnels. I believe that is the only piece of the puzzle we are missing, no?
BASTION removes the patchwork cloak from storage and everyone can see that the most recent animal hide acquisitions have been roughly added around the shoulders. Giving the cloak a sort of hound's hide collar. As BASTION slips it over its broad shoulders one would be remiss to say that this latest addition, while bloodstained and macabre - does add a slightly regal hunter/warrior flare to the construct's silhouette.
BASTION lets the kitten sniff and examine the fresh furs until the kitten falls harmlessly into the deep warm hood of the cloak with a playful mew.
Stormy makes himself comfortable in Bastion’s cloak. He looks at the construct for a moment before putting his head on his paws and going to sleep.
Mikkael looks at the map Dacklow provided the party. The entrance to the cavern is a bit outside town, perhaps it would be best to do a bit of preparing before we head in, though. Talk to a few more people, Nimbus included.
"Hmmm... luck does favor teh prepared...Feck me, who's tha'??" Earthhand says with a start as he catches a glance of Bastion in his new cloak, having not been paying close attention to his surroundings. "Oh! HaHA, now tha' is a strikin' look, Ironhide!" Turning his attention back to the semi-useless cleric, Thorok affixes Mikkael with a cock-eyed gaze. "Yeh say a few more gummers, any folk in particular yeh've got in mind?"
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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
Gladtobeback, Earthhand.Imissedourlittlecrewofmisfits, she pats Varris on the head fondly.So are we off to Nimbus then?OrI’m always down to check out a college of magic.
"Well, it seems ter me tha' our final destination, so ter speak, is teh Eldmade toonnels, aen Nimbus'll aen this map'll take us righ' quickee ter teh entrance." Earthhand begins. "Jus' moy two coppers, but Oi say he's ter be our last ticket item." He looks at the cleric. "Aen no offense Mikkael, but yer sister Donna's one o' them nobles, Oi say no need ter report anything ter her 'til there's summat ter report, aen Oi've no real mind ter derail things while she gabbers on 'bout this gem aen teh toonnels like she knows anything o' teh magicks involved. Teh college o' magick firs', be this druid's vote."
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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
The druid suddenly looks troubled, almost as if he's questioning whether he forgot to douse the morning campfire. "On teh topic o' magick, deed any o' yeh have any...visions...last nigh'?" Earthhand furrows his brow and ploughs his thoughts through a thick syrupy haze. "I's a bit o' a blur, but Oi did descry a fearsome visage while roaming through teh realm o' dreams, an aberration of an eldritch like wha' sent shivers down moy spine. Oi can' help but wonder what portents aen forebodings this heralds..." Thorok shudders slightly. "Oi dinnae like teh propect o' facin' unnaturalness what moy druidic studies hain't covered."
...Bael & Ackam... Ackam snatches Bael's coin midair. "O' little extra luck never hurt us Hairfoots!" Ackam says to Bael before the first mate sets off. Ackam watches the ship depart Olber, a little misty eyed as memories of his time on board his old ship The Wind Surfer bubble up. He sighs and turns around to look for Nimbus...
...back to present with the crew Ackam listens to Mikkael and Thorok discuss groups plans while watching Bastion play with his new friend. Ackam rolls the lucky coin along his knuckles as he contemplates which is the best course of action. "Aye, I have to agree with Thorok, Mikkael. The less yer sister knows da better fer us. Not dat I don't trust her. It's da people around her I worry about."
Ackam scratches the scar on his left butt cheek and looks up at the Olber sky. "I dink we should make it to the magic o' college too. Not dat I am much a magic man meself. But since we're about ta face some magical obstacles through dees tunnels, then maybe dis college o' magic can gives us some advice or tips." Ackamturns to Mikkael and asks, "is dere anyway you can send werd to our friend Nimbus to meet us at de college o' magic?"
Mikkael sighs and shakes his head with a small laugh. You all realize that this is my sister we’re talking about, correct? And that she is our benefactor in this endeavor? I understand your mistrust of nobility, Thorok, I probably have more reason to distrust them than you, as much as I’ve dealt with them. But that’s the whole reason Darna brought you all together, she didn’t trust the council to handle this, she wanted outside help. I’ll respect your decision, but try to remember who brought us here in the first place. Perhaps sending a message to her saying we are making progress wouldn’t go amiss.
Earthhand gives Mikkael an agreeable but pointed look at his last sentence, clearing his throat meaningfully. "Aye, it would be helpful if'n someone with connections ter teh nobles aen Darna in particular kept her in teh loop while we keep doing her job, good thought Mikkael! We can join yeh aen check wit' her before venturing underground."
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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
Alright, so we can send a message to Darna from the College of Magic. Shall we head there now? It’s late, but I should be able to make contact with Renzton Windsong, since he’s a friend of my sisters... Mikkael pointedly doesn’t give anyone a look, especially any noble disliking druids. shall we be off? It’s late and we’ve a healthy walk ahead of us.
Breathe easy Earthhand, Mishkala's light shines brightly upon our rag-tag bunch and there are those of among us whose knowledge of the arcane almost matches your expertise in the natural world. Pointing at Aedra, Varris continues, What Aedra and I lack in terms of the natural world, we more than make up in "unnaturalness" and lets out a light chuckle.
Speaking of this unnaturalness....Eldritch visions are an omen. These are dark events we find ourselves investigating reek of the fiendish influence and I would not be surprised were we to uncover something more...sinister afoot. Turning his head to Mikkael, I see no reason to delay. Let us be off?
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Jayce looks up as Aedra and Agency approach. Ah, what's this? he examines the stick. I believe this is a sacred to Jacoust, the god of the seas. Yes, it can make salt water drinkable it is traditionally used in cermonies in the church, part of their holy rites. Where did you find it?
Bael smiles at Ackam and flips the hafling a coin. Take that, matey, one sailor to another. He lays one finger against the side of his nose. It's always brought me luck
Ackam doesn't see Nimbus or anything out of the ordinary on the docks. Just the normal early evening goings on in these parts.
The cat follows Bastion down the gangplank and on to dry land, it gives him a skeptical look as he stumbles a bit and burps up some vodka, but then continues rubbing against the constructs legs. Issa watches the cat leave and says It looks as though Stormy as taken a liking to you, Steelshanks! Our other shipcat just had kittens, so we've an abundance at the moment if you'd like to take the old bastard. Good luck on a ship, cats are, I'd imagine it's the same on land. He's a bit feisty with those he hasn't taken a liking to, but he's a keen mouser, and braver than I've ever seen. He once rode out a storm in the rigging that had most of us shaken up, that's how he earned his name, matter of fact.
Thanks, girl! Aedra says to Agency as she turns towards Jayce. I found it over there, she points over her shoulder where she climbed over the side of the ship. Exact directions aren’t really my strong suit... she smiles slightly as her face turns for a moment into a soft shade of pink.
BASTION wipes its metal mouth and kneels down extending an open palm to the small kitten. As it tentatively finds its footing in BASTION's palm he slowly lifts the kitten up.
"Well - it seems we have gained a new traveling partner.
I must warm you little one - we see our fair share of trouble, but you've got a tough spirit - perhaps you've already seen quite a bit while weathering these dark waters. Born under a violent storm such as your namesake.
If you would like to journey along with us - I will be your BASTION from the storms."
Bastion looks to the party.
"I will try not to kill this one."
Earthhand eyes Bastion's new feline friend, the corner of his mouth twitching reflexively, perhaps due lingering instincts from his recent assumptions of canine forms. "Paenneth's claws, Oi hope yer ready ter deal wit' that omen o' ill luck, Bast'." The druid gives the kitten a tentative stroke on the head, hoping in his superstition to be on the animal's good side.
Animal Handling: 25
"Good ter see yeh back Aedra, Oi'm glad yer travels abound were safe aen full o' intrigue. Oi've teh ability ter call forth fresh water, but i's good ter know I won't need ter have that spell prepared.*" The druid looks around at the party. "Back ter Nimbus er what? Deed he have summat more ter tell us, or was he jus' pointin' us ter a useful contact?" Thorok shakes his head. "M'pologies, been hittin' the kenabi."
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On that note, we've recently taken a long rest, correct?
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
With an appreciative nod, Varris looks around and bids the crew safe travels. May Mishkala's light guide your travels, friends.
Stepping off the ship, Varris lets out a sigh of relief. It is good to be back on dry land. Approaching Earthhand and Aedra Varris interjects, that is quite the staff you have there Aedra. fresh water is something many people have fought for over the years - treat it well. I believe we should chat with Nimbus and see if he might be able to help us gain access to the underground and guide us towards the older tunnels. I believe that is the only piece of the puzzle we are missing, no?
BASTION removes the patchwork cloak from storage and everyone can see that the most recent animal hide acquisitions have been roughly added around the shoulders. Giving the cloak a sort of hound's hide collar. As BASTION slips it over its broad shoulders one would be remiss to say that this latest addition, while bloodstained and macabre - does add a slightly regal hunter/warrior flare to the construct's silhouette.
BASTION lets the kitten sniff and examine the fresh furs until the kitten falls harmlessly into the deep warm hood of the cloak with a playful mew.
Stormy makes himself comfortable in Bastion’s cloak. He looks at the construct for a moment before putting his head on his paws and going to sleep.
Mikkael looks at the map Dacklow provided the party. The entrance to the cavern is a bit outside town, perhaps it would be best to do a bit of preparing before we head in, though. Talk to a few more people, Nimbus included.
"Hmmm... luck does favor teh prepared...Feck me, who's tha'??" Earthhand says with a start as he catches a glance of Bastion in his new cloak, having not been paying close attention to his surroundings. "Oh! HaHA, now tha' is a strikin' look, Ironhide!" Turning his attention back to the semi-useless cleric, Thorok affixes Mikkael with a cock-eyed gaze. "Yeh say a few more gummers, any folk in particular yeh've got in mind?"
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
Well, my sister for one, it couldn’t hurt to check in with her. Or the college of magic. Or Desguin for that matter.
Glad to be back, Earthhand. I missed our little crew of misfits, she pats Varris on the head fondly. So are we off to Nimbus then? Or I’m always down to check out a college of magic.
Yes to long rest?
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
Yeah, you guys rested on the ship.
Cool, thanks!
"Well, it seems ter me tha' our final destination, so ter speak, is teh Eldmade toonnels, aen Nimbus'll aen this map'll take us righ' quickee ter teh entrance." Earthhand begins. "Jus' moy two coppers, but Oi say he's ter be our last ticket item." He looks at the cleric. "Aen no offense Mikkael, but yer sister Donna's one o' them nobles, Oi say no need ter report anything ter her 'til there's summat ter report, aen Oi've no real mind ter derail things while she gabbers on 'bout this gem aen teh toonnels like she knows anything o' teh magicks involved. Teh college o' magick firs', be this druid's vote."
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
The druid suddenly looks troubled, almost as if he's questioning whether he forgot to douse the morning campfire. "On teh topic o' magick, deed any o' yeh have any...visions...last nigh'?" Earthhand furrows his brow and ploughs his thoughts through a thick syrupy haze. "I's a bit o' a blur, but Oi did descry a fearsome visage while roaming through teh realm o' dreams, an aberration of an eldritch like wha' sent shivers down moy spine. Oi can' help but wonder what portents aen forebodings this heralds..." Thorok shudders slightly. "Oi dinnae like teh propect o' facin' unnaturalness what moy druidic studies hain't covered."
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
...Bael & Ackam...
Ackam snatches Bael's coin midair. "O' little extra luck never hurt us Hairfoots!" Ackam says to Bael before the first mate sets off. Ackam watches the ship depart Olber, a little misty eyed as memories of his time on board his old ship The Wind Surfer bubble up. He sighs and turns around to look for Nimbus...
...back to present with the crew
Ackam listens to Mikkael and Thorok discuss groups plans while watching Bastion play with his new friend. Ackam rolls the lucky coin along his knuckles as he contemplates which is the best course of action. "Aye, I have to agree with Thorok, Mikkael. The less yer sister knows da better fer us. Not dat I don't trust her. It's da people around her I worry about."
Ackam scratches the scar on his left butt cheek and looks up at the Olber sky. "I dink we should make it to the magic o' college too. Not dat I am much a magic man meself. But since we're about ta face some magical obstacles through dees tunnels, then maybe dis college o' magic can gives us some advice or tips." Ackam turns to Mikkael and asks, "is dere anyway you can send werd to our friend Nimbus to meet us at de college o' magic?"
Mikkael sighs and shakes his head with a small laugh. You all realize that this is my sister we’re talking about, correct? And that she is our benefactor in this endeavor? I understand your mistrust of nobility, Thorok, I probably have more reason to distrust them than you, as much as I’ve dealt with them. But that’s the whole reason Darna brought you all together, she didn’t trust the council to handle this, she wanted outside help. I’ll respect your decision, but try to remember who brought us here in the first place. Perhaps sending a message to her saying we are making progress wouldn’t go amiss.
Earthhand gives Mikkael an agreeable but pointed look at his last sentence, clearing his throat meaningfully. "Aye, it would be helpful if'n someone with connections ter teh nobles aen Darna in particular kept her in teh loop while we keep doing her job, good thought Mikkael! We can join yeh aen check wit' her before venturing underground."
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
Alright, so we can send a message to Darna from the College of Magic. Shall we head there now? It’s late, but I should be able to make contact with Renzton Windsong, since he’s a friend of my sisters... Mikkael pointedly doesn’t give anyone a look, especially any noble disliking druids. shall we be off? It’s late and we’ve a healthy walk ahead of us.
Breathe easy Earthhand, Mishkala's light shines brightly upon our rag-tag bunch and there are those of among us whose knowledge of the arcane almost matches your expertise in the natural world. Pointing at Aedra, Varris continues, What Aedra and I lack in terms of the natural world, we more than make up in "unnaturalness" and lets out a light chuckle.
Speaking of this unnaturalness....Eldritch visions are an omen. These are dark events we find ourselves investigating reek of the fiendish influence and I would not be surprised were we to uncover something more...sinister afoot. Turning his head to Mikkael, I see no reason to delay. Let us be off?