The creatures attack had caused havoc, but the ship crew were more than capable of getting everything back together. Each of the others had seemed to find a place helping the crew, and making themselves useful, since the attack. In combat too each of them seemed to work well together, help each other, even saving other deckhands and sailors as they dispatched of the fish creatures.
'What did I contribute?'Sylrie asked himself as he thought back. Just before the end of the combat there was a moment, a couple seconds that felt like hours, where he did nothing at all, just watched it unfold beneath him. No one blinked, no one noticed, no great upset occurred because he hadn't participated. But why had he not participated? He wasn't scared, it was more like being hyper aware, and in these few seconds he had watched Kash's magic with great admiration, watched as it summoned a powerful machine creature to aid the combat. Had it turned the tide, or were they always destined to overcome the creatures?
Sylrie spent the days in contemplation, going over what he had seen, 'What was that word the Kash had said to summon that hand? Did he move his hand like this?" he practiced the movement and saying the word from his hammock before bed each night. Then, each morning, he got up and followed the mages around, even if just a few steps behind. He watched them cast their wards, practiced saying the words, at one point even swiping one of the tiny bells and and a piece of fine wire and practicing the spell for himself. 'I have to get better, I have to be able to contribute next time'
He hadn't mastered the spells, no where near close to mastered, but by the eve of the fourth day after the attack he had watched, practiced, and learned a veritable toolbox of spells from those on the ship. Even modifying the one he had started with a small bit. His own Mage Hand was fast, responsive, and best of all completely invisible. Ironically Sylrie couldn't wait to show his unit what he had discovered, but at the same time was fearful it wasn't enough. He had learned in a few short days what most took years of training to uncover, and he worried it would fall short of what they needed.
OOC: During the course of the few days Sylrie would be up early in the morning, sleep probably mid day, and then spend the evenings practicing while taking on watch duties in the crows nest or whatever he could do that would be helpful while giving him the time alone to hone his nearly acquired craft.
The days after the battle have come at a slow clip for you. As a part of Greywind, you are treated with the same respect as the rest of your unit. Even if you feel it is undeserved, it still makes you feel proud to be among your brother and sisters in arms. Yes, you may have missed your mark a few times during the battle, but you did put yourself in a position to make those decisions.
You walk the deck and climb up the middle mast on the ship and make your way to the crow's nest. You climb the ladder on up, using the ropes to make the ascent easier. You make it to the top, the platform itself is ten (10) feet around, like a large bucket. Waving in the wind twenty (20) feet above your head is the Aundarian naval flag, small and quaint underneath the larger Aundarian national flag. Flapping in the breeze, slapping against the sky.
You pull yourself up and see a human female, a sailor you met the night previous. She has nest duty as she watches the rear, the LT spoke with the captain and you were giving stern watch. Sailor First Class Hilla Pandi'om, she had long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was the daughter of a merchant in Fairhaven, Glasgow Pandi'om. A seller of linens and silks, the finest material in Fairhaven, or so she says.
"Evening, Sy." She says as you make your way to your post. "Quiet night, in'it? We'd be lucky to sail safe tonight under the light of the moons, maybe Siberys protect us!"
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Kora you see Mustard before you see him. Midnight John though is standing tall trying to nuzzle Mustard through the wooden gate that separates them.
OOC > I don't know what that means... I see Mustard before I see him? Is he okay?
To Johnathon, as they descend into the ship, "Your snake form was... a surprise, I'll say that, but not wholly unpleasant. We have a lot of large beasts in the mountains. Glad to have you on our side, though."
Kora will go to Mustard to make sure he is okay. If he is not (see above) she will call Johnathon over with one of his Medicine rolls and see what is wrong.
If Mustard is okay, Kora will nuzzle him, slip him a sugar cube, then will turn to Aurala's Pride, and try to calm her down. Animal Handling: 15
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Sy greeted the young woman with a smile, "Evening Hilla" he looked up to the moons above and took in their beauty. "Yes, hopefully Siberys blesses us with safe passage." he looked back to the young woman, "Speaking of safe, how did you fair against those fish people a few days ago, I don't see any obvious damage, no new peg legs or eye patches..." he winked at her as he leaned against the side of the crows nest and began twirling his mustache between his fingertips.
Kora you hear Mustard before you see him. Midnight John though is standing tall trying to nuzzle Mustard through the wooden gate that separates them.
OOC > I don't know what that means... I see Mustard before I see him? Is he okay?
To Johnathon, as they descend into the ship, "Your snake form was... a surprise, I'll say that, but not wholly unpleasant. We have a lot of large beasts in the mountains. Glad to have you on our side, though."
Kora will go to Mustard to make sure he is okay. If he is not (see above) she will call Johnathon over with one of his Medicine rolls and see what is wrong.
If Mustard is okay, Kora will nuzzle him, slip him a sugar cube, then will turn to Aurala's Pride, and try to calm her down. Animal Handling: 15
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
I found that one in the forest. Some other druids and found the original snake with a wizard, who didn’t care for the guy. We took care of him in a place that certainly is far away from here. John smirks. Ever wonder what it would be like if we didn’t join this? He brushes Midnight as he talks, looking happy.
"If we hadn't joined the army?" She blinks at Johnathon a couple of times, playing dumb, then smiles. "No. My whole family serves, and for several generations before me, too. I don't think there really was another option, not one I'd want... I guess. You?"
And then also...
"Here, help me with Syrie's horse, she's in a mood and I don't want her hurting anyone."
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me? I’m here for personal reasons. My family has almost no connections to this. Dad was a Warforged builder, and that's all. I protected his work, eventually joined a group of druids. I was in a low point at life, and they took me in, taught me. Someone burned down the forest they stayed in, and something- John points to the giant bite wound on his shoulder. -Bit me. I joined to bite back.
You’re scared she’ll hurt someone? Here, let me see. John walks up to the horse. Shh. Calm down, bud. It’s alright, the evil fish men are gone.
That’s tough. I wouldn’t have much to do. Maybe... I don’t know, either something to do with Warforged or Animals. Maybe either building Warforged my own way, or taking care of a Zoo for animals. There isn’t much.
(That would be.......... AMAZING! Just think of the possibilities.... War Spiders for recon, War Quippers for underwater exploration, War Vultures for sky exploration.... oh that is cool.)
"Do you know much about Warforged then? I have often wondered, perhaps the answers are in a library somewhere, but I have wondered if the Warforged dream? Not the old ones, but the new, the ones that are.. awake? Do you know?" She will look Auralia's Pride over, to discern if there is anything wrong with her that would make her jumpy, but defer to Johnathon's Medical skills.
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
I’m no expert. I know how my dad worked on them, and assuming he told the truth, they should be able to dream, feel just like an average being, but only if they are allowed. That way you can have both a more human-like soldier, or one that feels no pain and just charges. I wouldn’t know for sure, though, so don’t take it from me. He mostly focused on power, but they certainly were treated as if they were alive. However, any other versions of them I wouldn’t know about.
For the most part the minotaur will stay in the galley helping Master Killingsworth where he can and attempting to befriend Arya. When not needed below deck he will find a spot along the bow where he is not in anyone's way and stare out across the lake they sail upon. He uses this time to reflect upon the past events and to try and find focus, there is an itching sensation just at the edge of his consciousness that he can't quite concentrate on. It started shortly after they finished defending the ship, but trying to grasp it is like trying to catch a ghost with one hand. Anyone watching, might see him extending one arm at a time outwards while he appears to be concentrating and occasionally he tries to make other arcane looking motions with his hands but there is no visible effects that you can see. Once he's exhausted and frustrated himself he will retire to his hammock to sleep for the night.
(any other character interactions will happen around the above but that is the general way his days go on the ship - I'd also like to think that maybe he's accidentally figured out how to cast Maximilian’s Earthen Grasp but since they are sailing across the lake - the hand has come up from the lakebed where no one but maybe some fishes actually see it.)
Kash
After checking on the mess downstairs and lending a hand, Master Killingsworth sees some value in your help and starts putting you to good use. Arya will show you how to chop veggies and meats without doing yourself bodily harm, and she will laugh at your silly jokes. Three (3) days after the Sahuagin attack, while slicing hunks of pork for the meat pies, Arya digs into your past a little bit.
"You're not what I was expecting, I mean... I've heard stories of your kind. Horrible stories. Grand'da used to tell us tales when we'd go camping, 'round the fire. Minotaur warriors, soldiers for hags. They have dungeons that make you lose your mind! Such tales. But you're not like any of the tales." She looks at you with interest, chopping fat off the pork and placing it in a small pot.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
The days go by and the excitement of the battle fades. After the first day, most of the sailors will have quit thanking you for trying to save one of their own. Days go by, Isuzu lending a hand where none is needed, but still well respected. On the second day after the battle, a mage, by the name of Jakcoo is helping you empty the latrines. He will speak on end about how the wards going down were not his fault and if someone would just listen to him without telling him he was wrong he was sure they would see the light.
"You're a quiet one, aren't ya? That's okay, I don't mind the silence," he says as he talks ad nauseam about everything and nothing. "Maybe you're just humble, that's okay too. I can't believe a grunt would put their neck on the line for a sailor. That takes moxy, or is it poxy? I really don't know, maybe I should know, though..." His thoughts trail off in his words as he lifts the slop bucket and tosses it behind the ship. "We've been doing this for two days and you've barely said a word. Is silence a part of your aura? I like mysteries but I also like talking to people I work with. So, what's your story?"
He leans back against the railing as you walk forward with your bucket, leaning in the way of where you'd have to throw. Not threatening, but definitely trying to impose a conversation upon you.
Isuzu stops and sets her bucket down on the deck and looks at Jakcoo. "I sympathize with your plight when you say that the wards going down were not your fault! If what you say is true then your superiors are fools not to at least listen and investigate the matter further to be sure and not just assume. I will not presume to tell you that you are wrong. I do not know you. I am not a wizard nor am I at all familiar with wards to weigh in on the subject or provide you with any assistance to sway the conclusions of your superiors."
The Reaper takes a breath and pauses, "I am no one of any consequence, I have no story, so I fear there is nothing to tell that would interest you. So unless you have a specific question I am not in the habit of relating my life story to a stranger. So please be so kind as to step aside and allow me to empty my bucket so that I can get on with my work."
The days go by and the excitement of the battle fades. After the first day, most of the sailors will have quit thanking you for trying to save one of their own. Days go by, Isuzu lending a hand where none is needed, but still well respected. On the second day after the battle, a mage, by the name of Jakcoo is helping you empty the latrines. He will speak on end about how the wards going down were not his fault and if someone would just listen to him without telling him he was wrong he was sure they would see the light.
"You're a quiet one, aren't ya? That's okay, I don't mind the silence," he says as he talks ad nauseam about everything and nothing. "Maybe you're just humble, that's okay too. I can't believe a grunt would put their neck on the line for a sailor. That takes moxy, or is it poxy? I really don't know, maybe I should know, though..." His thoughts trail off in his words as he lifts the slop bucket and tosses it behind the ship. "We've been doing this for two days and you've barely said a word. Is silence a part of your aura? I like mysteries but I also like talking to people I work with. So, what's your story?"
He leans back against the railing as you walk forward with your bucket, leaning in the way of where you'd have to throw. Not threatening, but definitely trying to impose a conversation upon you.
Isuzu stops and sets her bucket down on the deck and looks at Jakcoo. "I sympathize with your plight when you say that the wards going down were not your fault! If what you say is true then your superiors are fools not to at least listen and investigate the matter further to be sure and not just assume. I will not presume to tell you that you are wrong. I do not know you. I am not a wizard nor am I at all familiar with wards to weigh in on the subject or provide you with any assistance to sway the conclusions of your superiors."
The Reaper takes a breath and pauses, "I am no one of any consequence, I have no story, so I fear there is nothing to tell that would interest you. So unless you have a specific question I am not in the habit of relating my life story to a stranger. So please be so kind as to step aside and allow me to empty my bucket so that I can get on with my work."
Isuzu
“I do have a specific question. But first off, everyone is of consequence. You’re an Aundarian soldier, putting your life on the line to make a better world. One without this damned war. That means something, Isuzu. And my superiors aren’t fools, they’re learned mages, intelligent and stuck in their ways. I actually don’t mind these duties they’ve given me. They’re gross, indeed. Yet, a cog can’t turn if it’s pieces are clogged up,” He says as he steps out of your way. He starts walking back to the latrine trough and sets his buck down and looks back at you.
“You may not be a wizard, that I can tell. But you do have power, I sense it. Plus, I saw you healing a couple of the boys on the deck. I’ve never met a cleric in this war that was as reserved as you. No story you say? Your silence speaks otherwise.”
Coo grabs his bucket and slops it down in the trough again, his gloves tied tightly to his hands and the disgusting matter is then hoisted back towards the window.
“I do mind the smell. Even my magic can’t cover it up.”
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
After checking on the mess downstairs and lending a hand, Master Killingsworth sees some value in your help and starts putting you to good use. Arya will show you how to chop veggies and meats without doing yourself bodily harm, and she will laugh at your silly jokes. Three (3) days after the Sahuagin attack, while slicing hunks of pork for the meat pies, Arya digs into your past a little bit.
"You're not what I was expecting, I mean... I've heard stories of your kind. Horrible stories. Grand'da used to tell us tales when we'd go camping, 'round the fire. Minotaur warriors, soldiers for hags. They have dungeons that make you lose your mind! Such tales. But you're not like any of the tales." She looks at you with interest, chopping fat off the pork and placing it in a small pot.
Kashkaval
The minotaur will gladly assist Master Killingsworth with whatever is required. He will happily let Arya teach his mage hand how to chop vegetables and meats (that's how he gets away with not cutting himself hehe). Not really surprised by her questions, because they have followed him most of his life he sits down to help trim meat and do the best to answer her.
"Your Grand'da was a wise man, those are more than just tales, aye my people are all that and more. However, there are those such as myself who do not fit in to the mold of Minotaur society, we are usually shunned, exiled, or out right killed for our differences. The lucky ones manage to escape in to the greater world, I was one of those. I do not know where my powers come from, as far as I can recall, they have always been there just below the surface. Spellcasters are rare if non-existent in my people, so after an unfortunate training accident as a youngling I was slated for execution. If it had not been for my Uncle intervening on my behalf with Rhesh Turakbar I would have been killed then and there. Instead I was exiled from my homeland and spent many years moving from village to village, making my way doing whatever I could to survive. I keep searching for a teacher, someone who can help me understand my powers, but have not found any one yet. Until then, I continue to do what I must to keep moving forward. Aundair showed me a place where I could live without fear, and so now as an adopted son, I fight on her behalf."
After his conversation with Kora, Percival stops by to look at some of the shot for the cannons. He takes one of the rounds in his hands and holds it, gets a feel of the size and shape of it, and then promptly returns it. He heads out on to the deck of the ship and closes his eyes. He concentrates on forming a bolt of fire, recalling the cannon shot that he held, shaping the flames into a concentrated ball with the same size and shape. And he tosses the Fire Bolt into the water. And then he forms another bolt and tosses it into the sea. He repeats this process until he can reliably and quickly mold the fiery energy into the shape of cannon shot.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
The animals seem to be healthy, a couple of scrapes and bruises, nothing life-threatening or in need of immediate care. Nothing time won't heal. After spending some time with them the ones that are upset will start to calm down.
"Yer da' built Wa'forged, ye say?" You see an old grizzled sailor coming into this area of the hold. "How do ye propose they dream when doe's metal bastards never sleep. They never go hungry. They don' even breath, they do. Cannith magic...BAH! The werst thin' about dis war 'ere is dem damned Wa'forged."
The old sailor leans against one of the railings and pulls himself up onto a barrel, lighting a small tabbac pipe. One that only requires a quick hit or two before dying out. Common among sailors who work artillery or in the holds of a ship.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Personally- John stands up. Dreams are dreams, whether asleep or not. And the worst thing about this war isn’t the Warforged, they’re doing their jobs, it’s the war itself. And they don’t need to sleep, but they can. Dreams are aspirations; Something you want. Most of these soldiers, I presume, dream of the war being over. People who have lost others dream of them coming back. John brushes his hand through a horse’s mane, then sticks his hand out towards the sailor. I’m John, and my dad built the best warforged ever. What do you dream of, Mister..... ?
The days after the battle have come at a slow clip for you. As a part of Greywind, you are treated with the same respect as the rest of your unit. Even if you feel it is undeserved, it still makes you feel proud to be among your brother and sisters in arms. Yes, you may have missed your mark a few times during the battle, but you did put yourself in a position to make those decisions.
You walk the deck and climb up the middle mast on the ship and make your way to the crow's nest. You climb the ladder on up, using the ropes to make the ascent easier. You make it to the top, the platform itself is ten (10) feet around, like a large bucket. Waving in the wind twenty (20) feet above your head is the Aundarian naval flag, small and quaint underneath the larger Aundarian national flag. Flapping in the breeze, slapping against the sky.
You pull yourself up and see a human female, a sailor you met the night previous. She has nest duty as she watches the rear, the LT spoke with the captain and you were giving stern watch. Sailor First Class Hilla Pandi'om, she had long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was the daughter of a merchant in Fairhaven, Glasgow Pandi'om. A seller of linens and silks, the finest material in Fairhaven, or so she says.
"Evening, Sy." She says as you make your way to your post. "Quiet night, in'it? We'd be lucky to sail safe tonight under the light of the moons, maybe Siberys protect us!"
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Kora and Johnathon
OOC > I don't know what that means... I see Mustard before I see him? Is he okay?
To Johnathon, as they descend into the ship, "Your snake form was... a surprise, I'll say that, but not wholly unpleasant. We have a lot of large beasts in the mountains. Glad to have you on our side, though."
Kora will go to Mustard to make sure he is okay. If he is not (see above) she will call Johnathon over with one of his Medicine rolls and see what is wrong.
If Mustard is okay, Kora will nuzzle him, slip him a sugar cube, then will turn to Aurala's Pride, and try to calm her down. Animal Handling: 15
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Sylrie Caldamus
Sy greeted the young woman with a smile, "Evening Hilla" he looked up to the moons above and took in their beauty. "Yes, hopefully Siberys blesses us with safe passage." he looked back to the young woman, "Speaking of safe, how did you fair against those fish people a few days ago, I don't see any obvious damage, no new peg legs or eye patches..." he winked at her as he leaned against the side of the crows nest and began twirling his mustache between his fingertips.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
I found that one in the forest. Some other druids and found the original snake with a wizard, who didn’t care for the guy. We took care of him in a place that certainly is far away from here. John smirks. Ever wonder what it would be like if we didn’t join this? He brushes Midnight as he talks, looking happy.
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Kora and Johnathon
"If we hadn't joined the army?" She blinks at Johnathon a couple of times, playing dumb, then smiles. "No. My whole family serves, and for several generations before me, too. I don't think there really was another option, not one I'd want... I guess. You?"
And then also...
"Here, help me with Syrie's horse, she's in a mood and I don't want her hurting anyone."
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
me? I’m here for personal reasons. My family has almost no connections to this. Dad was a Warforged builder, and that's all. I protected his work, eventually joined a group of druids. I was in a low point at life, and they took me in, taught me. Someone burned down the forest they stayed in, and something- John points to the giant bite wound on his shoulder. -Bit me. I joined to bite back.
You’re scared she’ll hurt someone? Here, let me see. John walks up to the horse. Shh. Calm down, bud. It’s alright, the evil fish men are gone.
animal handling:4
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Kora and Johnathon
OOC > I'm going to another text color, since this one overlaps! Purple face paint deserves purple text!
"No, I meant, what would you be doing if you had not enlisted?" She helps him calm Auralia's Pride (with her Animal Handling 15 from #807).
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
That’s tough. I wouldn’t have much to do. Maybe... I don’t know, either something to do with Warforged or Animals. Maybe either building Warforged my own way, or taking care of a Zoo for animals. There isn’t much.
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OOC - WARFORGED ANIMALS! hehe
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
(That would be.......... AMAZING! Just think of the possibilities.... War Spiders for recon, War Quippers for underwater exploration, War Vultures for sky exploration.... oh that is cool.)
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Kora and Johnathon
"Do you know much about Warforged then? I have often wondered, perhaps the answers are in a library somewhere, but I have wondered if the Warforged dream? Not the old ones, but the new, the ones that are.. awake? Do you know?" She will look Auralia's Pride over, to discern if there is anything wrong with her that would make her jumpy, but defer to Johnathon's Medical skills.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
I’m no expert. I know how my dad worked on them, and assuming he told the truth, they should be able to dream, feel just like an average being, but only if they are allowed. That way you can have both a more human-like soldier, or one that feels no pain and just charges. I wouldn’t know for sure, though, so don’t take it from me. He mostly focused on power, but they certainly were treated as if they were alive. However, any other versions of them I wouldn’t know about.
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Kash
After checking on the mess downstairs and lending a hand, Master Killingsworth sees some value in your help and starts putting you to good use. Arya will show you how to chop veggies and meats without doing yourself bodily harm, and she will laugh at your silly jokes. Three (3) days after the Sahuagin attack, while slicing hunks of pork for the meat pies, Arya digs into your past a little bit.
"You're not what I was expecting, I mean... I've heard stories of your kind. Horrible stories. Grand'da used to tell us tales when we'd go camping, 'round the fire. Minotaur warriors, soldiers for hags. They have dungeons that make you lose your mind! Such tales. But you're not like any of the tales." She looks at you with interest, chopping fat off the pork and placing it in a small pot.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Isuzu stops and sets her bucket down on the deck and looks at Jakcoo. "I sympathize with your plight when you say that the wards going down were not your fault! If what you say is true then your superiors are fools not to at least listen and investigate the matter further to be sure and not just assume. I will not presume to tell you that you are wrong. I do not know you. I am not a wizard nor am I at all familiar with wards to weigh in on the subject or provide you with any assistance to sway the conclusions of your superiors."
The Reaper takes a breath and pauses, "I am no one of any consequence, I have no story, so I fear there is nothing to tell that would interest you. So unless you have a specific question I am not in the habit of relating my life story to a stranger. So please be so kind as to step aside and allow me to empty my bucket so that I can get on with my work."
Isuzu
“I do have a specific question. But first off, everyone is of consequence. You’re an Aundarian soldier, putting your life on the line to make a better world. One without this damned war. That means something, Isuzu. And my superiors aren’t fools, they’re learned mages, intelligent and stuck in their ways. I actually don’t mind these duties they’ve given me. They’re gross, indeed. Yet, a cog can’t turn if it’s pieces are clogged up,” He says as he steps out of your way. He starts walking back to the latrine trough and sets his buck down and looks back at you.
“You may not be a wizard, that I can tell. But you do have power, I sense it. Plus, I saw you healing a couple of the boys on the deck. I’ve never met a cleric in this war that was as reserved as you. No story you say? Your silence speaks otherwise.”
Coo grabs his bucket and slops it down in the trough again, his gloves tied tightly to his hands and the disgusting matter is then hoisted back towards the window.
“I do mind the smell. Even my magic can’t cover it up.”
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Kashkaval
The minotaur will gladly assist Master Killingsworth with whatever is required. He will happily let Arya teach his mage hand how to chop vegetables and meats (that's how he gets away with not cutting himself hehe). Not really surprised by her questions, because they have followed him most of his life he sits down to help trim meat and do the best to answer her.
"Your Grand'da was a wise man, those are more than just tales, aye my people are all that and more. However, there are those such as myself who do not fit in to the mold of Minotaur society, we are usually shunned, exiled, or out right killed for our differences. The lucky ones manage to escape in to the greater world, I was one of those. I do not know where my powers come from, as far as I can recall, they have always been there just below the surface. Spellcasters are rare if non-existent in my people, so after an unfortunate training accident as a youngling I was slated for execution. If it had not been for my Uncle intervening on my behalf with Rhesh Turakbar I would have been killed then and there. Instead I was exiled from my homeland and spent many years moving from village to village, making my way doing whatever I could to survive. I keep searching for a teacher, someone who can help me understand my powers, but have not found any one yet. Until then, I continue to do what I must to keep moving forward. Aundair showed me a place where I could live without fear, and so now as an adopted son, I fight on her behalf."
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Percival
After his conversation with Kora, Percival stops by to look at some of the shot for the cannons. He takes one of the rounds in his hands and holds it, gets a feel of the size and shape of it, and then promptly returns it. He heads out on to the deck of the ship and closes his eyes. He concentrates on forming a bolt of fire, recalling the cannon shot that he held, shaping the flames into a concentrated ball with the same size and shape. And he tosses the Fire Bolt into the water. And then he forms another bolt and tosses it into the sea. He repeats this process until he can reliably and quickly mold the fiery energy into the shape of cannon shot.
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Kora and Johnathon:
The animals seem to be healthy, a couple of scrapes and bruises, nothing life-threatening or in need of immediate care. Nothing time won't heal. After spending some time with them the ones that are upset will start to calm down.
"Yer da' built Wa'forged, ye say?" You see an old grizzled sailor coming into this area of the hold. "How do ye propose they dream when doe's metal bastards never sleep. They never go hungry. They don' even breath, they do. Cannith magic...BAH! The werst thin' about dis war 'ere is dem damned Wa'forged."
The old sailor leans against one of the railings and pulls himself up onto a barrel, lighting a small tabbac pipe. One that only requires a quick hit or two before dying out. Common among sailors who work artillery or in the holds of a ship.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Personally- John stands up. Dreams are dreams, whether asleep or not. And the worst thing about this war isn’t the Warforged, they’re doing their jobs, it’s the war itself. And they don’t need to sleep, but they can. Dreams are aspirations; Something you want. Most of these soldiers, I presume, dream of the war being over. People who have lost others dream of them coming back. John brushes his hand through a horse’s mane, then sticks his hand out towards the sailor. I’m John, and my dad built the best warforged ever. What do you dream of, Mister..... ?
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