Galius sits and accepts the drink. He looks at the stage but just shakes his head. Probably best not to be distracted now that it was getting to be time for the money.
Arc looks as happy as a forged can look as they survey the town. Such beauty after such poverty. Clearly they are in an area of wealth as they approach the well kept shops and larger homes nearby. They stop in front of Kwenthro's Crystal Commodities and even the workers are dressed in robes with great respect shown for the process or is it something more. Arc is not sure if these workers in the robes are kept in order with more than money as they don't seem to show their faces. Some are clearly built for hard labor as others are more clerical looking but all have a somberness that makes Arc slightly uncomfortable. He looks at Alexia and asks quietly "What kind of organization is this? This has the look of a mercantile business and yet the workers look like disciples in a monastery. What do you make of it?"
Alexia shifts uncomfortably. "I'm not sure," she whispers back. "The people here are...strange about their businesses. Strange in having businesses at all. I don't really understand...any of this." She waves her hand helplessly at the town around them.
"Well I have no desire to upset Ishaz." Arc says softly as they wait for his return.
His eyes take in every detail around them as his head darts from one side to the other. "These amazing lands are so new to me. Never have I known such places. Even the ocean with the ships and sails are unknown to me. I have never been this close to it before."
"I'll know them when I see them," Az replies with a nod but does not elaborate. "What...how did you not come to be in a church somewhere? I've never met another free roaming sunblessed before not affiliated with the church," she explains to Galius seeming very curious but trying to seem nonchalant.
“Oh, I am affiliated. You’re looking at a full priest of the Warmfather, with a very real potential to take the path to becoming a Sunbishop. If that weren’ opportunity enough, the Lucidiar Knights have been reaching out to me, too, looking to recruit me. I have a feeling they keep count of how many Sunblessed are in each order as a means of keeping score of some kind. That said,, I’m sort of... looking to expand my horizons and see the world with my own eyes. So I’m not going anyplace in particular. I just can’t be sitting still, or the journey doesn’t serve its purpose. I think I’m just moving around until I find myself struck with the Warmfather’s inspiration or guidance.”
As you're all sat conversing and drinking, you notice that a musician has come to the stage. A drakmer man with copper coloured scales carrying a strange looking instrument. The instrument looks like a hand-held harpsichord, with two ends that can be pulled apart or pushed together to change the sound made. As he begins to play, the tavern chatter quietens slightly and the music takes it's place. The drakmer is good with the instrument, on a level worthy for such an establishment. He plays a song with no lyrics, but with a gently building tension in the notes which bubbles up to a somewhat anticlimactic crescendo. Once the song is complete, he earns a few claps and shouts, and the chatter begins again, overlaying his next song.
You all feel slightly more settled in the hour that you spend relaxing. It feels good to be off the road after such a long week. You mostly shut yourself off from the chatter around you, and focus on each other around a round table with a slight rock to it. The ale in your cups is strong but doesn't taste great. A couple more and you'll probably not notice the foul bitterness of the liquid.
Conor, as you look around at the games of chance ongoing, the one that strikes you most is a heated game of three card brag. There are four men sat around a table, two of which seem to be out of coin and sat out of the game. The other two are head to head with equal stacks of coins - a tall, gaunt man with a wooden leg, and an obese dwarf with a bald head and grey beard. A quick scan from your keen eyes suggests roughly a hundred stars in the middle of the table. Such an amount is large for a tavern like this, and you can't help but notice that a lot of nearby attention seems to be on this table.
Alexia and Arcast:
The pair of you wait outside of the shop for what feels like half an hour. By this point, the pink moon has joined it's sibling high in the dark night sky, and you are relying primarily on the street lamps for vision. You haven't encountered any more people in the streets, but can hear the sounds of a music and taverns a few streets over.
Eventually, the clicking lock mechanism of the door unbolts, and they swing open to give a two foot gap between them. Ishaz emerges and approaches you both with a large genuine-looking smile on his face. "My business is complete my friends!" He carries a small wooden chest with intricate glassware decorations engraved into it, which he hands to Arc. "Here is your well-earned payment, and here is a writ to prove to any of those Legion men that the chest is indeed yours." He says with a hearty laugh. "I have decided that I shall remain here with Guildmaster Kwenthro for the remainder of the evening to dine and discuss further business. Thank you very much for your aid with transporting my goods." He flashes that smile again. "I hope that you enjoy Barmouth!" If you have no further comments, he bows to you and retreats inside, closing the small crack in the door behind him, leaving you both confused in the street carrying a valuable chest.
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Muttering a quick prayer to ask for aid Conor carefully scrutinises the two payers looking for any signs that one or the other of them are up to something, and trying to tell if anyone else seems to be involved.
Muttering a quick prayer to ask for aid Conor carefully scrutinises the two payers looking for any signs that one or the other of them are up to something, and trying to tell if anyone else seems to be involved.
[OoC]: That'd be a Wisdom (Insight) check, but your modifier is the same so it doesn't matter.
It doesn't look like either party is cheating. Looking at the audience, you can hands down tell that a few of them are eyeing up the pile of silver with a hungry look, as well as the appearance of the potential winners. Perhaps they will wait until the end of the night, if they are going to make a move at all.
Alexia blinks at Ishaz's appearance, announcement and disappearance. She glances at the chest in Arc's hands and frowns. "I think you should carry that. Shall we go find the inn now?"
On Alexia's shoulder, Riannis regains her slightly manic energy and starts cooing over the glass designs decorating the chest.
After Galius leaves to table and is out of earshot Az leans over to Conor curiously.
"Why the Warmfather? I get why beings like us," she adds pointing to herself then gesturing to Galius, "are suppose to yield but why you? What has his religion done for you," she asks her expression genuinely curious awaiting Conor's reply.
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"I suppose most people get into religion for answers, unless you happen to be part angel, in which case you don't really get a choice!"He pauses, looks at the aasimar, bows his head a little and continues "Well there are always choices, but I wanted something different from where I was headed, it didn't work out, some things don't. But He continues to grant me a small amount of power so I know he hasn't cast me out - I just don't get on with organised religion, which is different from not having faith. But then I'm not big on rules in general. I'm not, I think, a bad man for it. Which reminds me, there may very well be one or two people who do not wish to let whichever of those two gamblers eventualy wins out get home safe with all their winnings. I'd planned on keeping an eye out, if you are up for some night air later, I can't see anybody messing with you."
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"I appreciate your explanation. No one has ever explained to me so frankly before the reason for their faith and not just the bully arm of the church or family imposing their will," Az explains. "Oh, as for aid you have my help yes," she then nods.
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”That’s some instrument you have there! What’s it called?”
After finishing one of his songs, the drakmer stops to take a swig of ale, having to sweep his brown dreadlocks aside to stop them from dipping into his tankard. He regards Galius curiously as he makes his way up next to the stage and poses his question.
"It's a Kapflochordion your radiance, named after my homeland. I had it designed for me last year, first of it's kind. I can't play it for shines though." He replies in a low gravelly voice deferring to your heritage, with his burnished copper cheek frills undulating as he speaks in his bassy and accented Foarish. He looks remorseful at his confession of ineptness, before his eyes brighten at the horn that the sunblessed carries. "You play too? Care for a duet?" He asks eagerly. Then, seeming to forget himself, he bows his head and quickly adds "I mean, would you kindly, please play alongside me, your radiance, I'd be honoured to hear you."
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“You show me yours, I’ll show you mine?” Galius says with a mischievous grin and a laugh.
”Relax, I’ve never smote anyone who didn’t try to smite me first. I’m Galius.” He reaches out to shake hands with the drakmer. “I really shouldn’t, I’m waiting for some people. But I’ve got to hear this kapflochordion again.”
Galius will wait for the drakmer to lead before jumping in to make this something lively, something people could dance to, or stomp their feet.
Arc shakes his head as Alexia tells him to carry it. He looks at the marvelous box and ponders out loud "I don't know what to expect. Could be a wonderful gift for us or he may be cheating us with a pretty box and nothing inside. I suppose we shouldn't open it here on the street." He doesn't hesitate knowing it could be a great attraction to the wrong kind of creatures. He covers it under his cloak as much as he can and they make there way back to the Inn to find the others.
Galius sits and accepts the drink. He looks at the stage but just shakes his head. Probably best not to be distracted now that it was getting to be time for the money.
”What will you all do once the job is paid?”
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"Continue to travel...I'm looking for someone," Az replies with a nod.
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“Anyone in particular?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Arc looks as happy as a forged can look as they survey the town. Such beauty after such poverty. Clearly they are in an area of wealth as they approach the well kept shops and larger homes nearby. They stop in front of Kwenthro's Crystal Commodities and even the workers are dressed in robes with great respect shown for the process or is it something more. Arc is not sure if these workers in the robes are kept in order with more than money as they don't seem to show their faces. Some are clearly built for hard labor as others are more clerical looking but all have a somberness that makes Arc slightly uncomfortable. He looks at Alexia and asks quietly "What kind of organization is this? This has the look of a mercantile business and yet the workers look like disciples in a monastery. What do you make of it?"
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Alexia shifts uncomfortably. "I'm not sure," she whispers back. "The people here are...strange about their businesses. Strange in having businesses at all. I don't really understand...any of this." She waves her hand helplessly at the town around them.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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"Well I have no desire to upset Ishaz." Arc says softly as they wait for his return.
His eyes take in every detail around them as his head darts from one side to the other. "These amazing lands are so new to me. Never have I known such places. Even the ocean with the ships and sails are unknown to me. I have never been this close to it before."
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Alexia nods. "It was strange when I first saw it too. Still is, if I'm being honest." She shifts uncomfortably again. "I don't like cities."
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"I'll know them when I see them," Az replies with a nod but does not elaborate. "What...how did you not come to be in a church somewhere? I've never met another free roaming sunblessed before not affiliated with the church," she explains to Galius seeming very curious but trying to seem nonchalant.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
“Oh, I am affiliated. You’re looking at a full priest of the Warmfather, with a very real potential to take the path to becoming a Sunbishop. If that weren’ opportunity enough, the Lucidiar Knights have been reaching out to me, too, looking to recruit me. I have a feeling they keep count of how many Sunblessed are in each order as a means of keeping score of some kind. That said,, I’m sort of... looking to expand my horizons and see the world with my own eyes. So I’m not going anyplace in particular. I just can’t be sitting still, or the journey doesn’t serve its purpose. I think I’m just moving around until I find myself struck with the Warmfather’s inspiration or guidance.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
As you're all sat conversing and drinking, you notice that a musician has come to the stage. A drakmer man with copper coloured scales carrying a strange looking instrument. The instrument looks like a hand-held harpsichord, with two ends that can be pulled apart or pushed together to change the sound made. As he begins to play, the tavern chatter quietens slightly and the music takes it's place. The drakmer is good with the instrument, on a level worthy for such an establishment. He plays a song with no lyrics, but with a gently building tension in the notes which bubbles up to a somewhat anticlimactic crescendo. Once the song is complete, he earns a few claps and shouts, and the chatter begins again, overlaying his next song.
You all feel slightly more settled in the hour that you spend relaxing. It feels good to be off the road after such a long week. You mostly shut yourself off from the chatter around you, and focus on each other around a round table with a slight rock to it. The ale in your cups is strong but doesn't taste great. A couple more and you'll probably not notice the foul bitterness of the liquid.
Conor, as you look around at the games of chance ongoing, the one that strikes you most is a heated game of three card brag. There are four men sat around a table, two of which seem to be out of coin and sat out of the game. The other two are head to head with equal stacks of coins - a tall, gaunt man with a wooden leg, and an obese dwarf with a bald head and grey beard. A quick scan from your keen eyes suggests roughly a hundred stars in the middle of the table. Such an amount is large for a tavern like this, and you can't help but notice that a lot of nearby attention seems to be on this table.
Alexia and Arcast:
The pair of you wait outside of the shop for what feels like half an hour. By this point, the pink moon has joined it's sibling high in the dark night sky, and you are relying primarily on the street lamps for vision. You haven't encountered any more people in the streets, but can hear the sounds of a music and taverns a few streets over.
Eventually, the clicking lock mechanism of the door unbolts, and they swing open to give a two foot gap between them. Ishaz emerges and approaches you both with a large genuine-looking smile on his face. "My business is complete my friends!" He carries a small wooden chest with intricate glassware decorations engraved into it, which he hands to Arc. "Here is your well-earned payment, and here is a writ to prove to any of those Legion men that the chest is indeed yours." He says with a hearty laugh. "I have decided that I shall remain here with Guildmaster Kwenthro for the remainder of the evening to dine and discuss further business. Thank you very much for your aid with transporting my goods." He flashes that smile again. "I hope that you enjoy Barmouth!" If you have no further comments, he bows to you and retreats inside, closing the small crack in the door behind him, leaving you both confused in the street carrying a valuable chest.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Muttering a quick prayer to ask for aid Conor carefully scrutinises the two payers looking for any signs that one or the other of them are up to something, and trying to tell if anyone else seems to be involved.
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Perception 11
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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[OoC]: That'd be a Wisdom (Insight) check, but your modifier is the same so it doesn't matter.
It doesn't look like either party is cheating. Looking at the audience, you can hands down tell that a few of them are eyeing up the pile of silver with a hungry look, as well as the appearance of the potential winners. Perhaps they will wait until the end of the night, if they are going to make a move at all.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Alexia blinks at Ishaz's appearance, announcement and disappearance. She glances at the chest in Arc's hands and frowns. "I think you should carry that. Shall we go find the inn now?"
On Alexia's shoulder, Riannis regains her slightly manic energy and starts cooing over the glass designs decorating the chest.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Galius approaches the drakmir and sits with him.
”That’s some instrument you have there! What’s it called?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
After Galius leaves to table and is out of earshot Az leans over to Conor curiously.
"Why the Warmfather? I get why beings like us," she adds pointing to herself then gesturing to Galius, "are suppose to yield but why you? What has his religion done for you," she asks her expression genuinely curious awaiting Conor's reply.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"I suppose most people get into religion for answers, unless you happen to be part angel, in which case you don't really get a choice!" He pauses, looks at the aasimar, bows his head a little and continues "Well there are always choices, but I wanted something different from where I was headed, it didn't work out, some things don't. But He continues to grant me a small amount of power so I know he hasn't cast me out - I just don't get on with organised religion, which is different from not having faith. But then I'm not big on rules in general. I'm not, I think, a bad man for it. Which reminds me, there may very well be one or two people who do not wish to let whichever of those two gamblers eventualy wins out get home safe with all their winnings. I'd planned on keeping an eye out, if you are up for some night air later, I can't see anybody messing with you."
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"I appreciate your explanation. No one has ever explained to me so frankly before the reason for their faith and not just the bully arm of the church or family imposing their will," Az explains. "Oh, as for aid you have my help yes," she then nods.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
After finishing one of his songs, the drakmer stops to take a swig of ale, having to sweep his brown dreadlocks aside to stop them from dipping into his tankard. He regards Galius curiously as he makes his way up next to the stage and poses his question.
"It's a Kapflochordion your radiance, named after my homeland. I had it designed for me last year, first of it's kind. I can't play it for shines though." He replies in a low gravelly voice deferring to your heritage, with his burnished copper cheek frills undulating as he speaks in his bassy and accented Foarish. He looks remorseful at his confession of ineptness, before his eyes brighten at the horn that the sunblessed carries. "You play too? Care for a duet?" He asks eagerly. Then, seeming to forget himself, he bows his head and quickly adds "I mean, would you kindly, please play alongside me, your radiance, I'd be honoured to hear you."
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
“You show me yours, I’ll show you mine?” Galius says with a mischievous grin and a laugh.
”Relax, I’ve never smote anyone who didn’t try to smite me first. I’m Galius.” He reaches out to shake hands with the drakmer. “I really shouldn’t, I’m waiting for some people. But I’ve got to hear this kapflochordion again.”
Galius will wait for the drakmer to lead before jumping in to make this something lively, something people could dance to, or stomp their feet.
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Arc shakes his head as Alexia tells him to carry it. He looks at the marvelous box and ponders out loud "I don't know what to expect. Could be a wonderful gift for us or he may be cheating us with a pretty box and nothing inside. I suppose we shouldn't open it here on the street." He doesn't hesitate knowing it could be a great attraction to the wrong kind of creatures. He covers it under his cloak as much as he can and they make there way back to the Inn to find the others.
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