"You have our thanks, master Zyphyros! Just give us a moment to speak with Nightstone, and we can be on our way!" Nadaar calls up after Zphyros. "It was less about the Zhent's, by the way. And more or less about the giant's activity reaching the right ears. Though to be frank, if they have been as bold as they have been already, news will no doubt spread fairly quickly throughout the lands."
Nadaar regards Nadia and Zack at that point. "/I/ just hope the rest of these western lands are more prepared than Nightstone. Or failing that, have the defenses to whether this debacle until our inevitable and no doubt grandiose appearance on the scene proper!"Nadaar snorts turns into a boisterous laugh. Although just as abruptly it began it ended with him staring solemn at the pair. "It is not wrong to be selfish every now and then; especially given the stakes involved. For it is a very real possibility that this may be your last chance to go home, Mr. Zack. Cherish the moment. And when you have time, seeing as--"He pauses to let out a defeated sounding sigh. "You have a way with Master Zyphros, it could be you can convince him to guide you in cultivating your magic. Even if in perhaps a not so direct way."
"I would and /will/ do what I can there as well, if you should wish it. But, something tells me that what I can do will be limited. And that goes for both me and Ms. Nadia here. Now, if you'll excuse me. There's is the assuaging word we need to give Nightstone before we leave. If you have any final business as well, I'd also suggest finishing it within the hour." Nadaar lingers there for a short while at least for a final reply, and then heads off to find a guard or Morak to relay at least an intent to go on a ride with the giant. That, and assure them things were okay.
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Zack considered Nadaars proposal with a nod.A fair point I had been trying to avoid.... And you're right. Not that I plan on dyin' though.It sounds like a good idea to me. Who knows, he may just know a little about it in the end. And if I use my mornings to train with Nadia, and my evenings to learn from Zeph, Could make full use of the next few days.... As for me, I have nothing in particular i need to do or say, and you seem to dislike how I handle things so I'll leave it to you. I'll stay up here and wait for you to come back. It'll give me time to explain my situation to Zephyros anyway. But do tell Morak thanks again, and tell the Kids We'll come by if time ever allows.
He did however, follow Nadaar out to the landing to take one more look at the landscape from here. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, however it wasn't often a human could see such a view. He stayed out there for a few minutes, unless Zephyros came to the edge, and whether inside or out, he would tell Zephyros of his recent dreams, gaps in memory, and, showed Zephyros how his 'magic' worked, and how each time he used a skill that was beyond physical, that there was an aetheric reaction through his body, pointing out that Nadia had seen and told him about the 'lines' but that he had noticed the spheres and that somehow, they were all connected, but that he had never manifested 'powers' before, and that for all he knew... he had been a mundane fighter until a few days ago, when suddenly a flood of memories came back.
He also would tell Zephyros of how it seemed he had saved Nadia in the past ... Kinda crazy huh? How fate works. And to think I saved someone as cute and feisty as her - let alone that we'd meet up again by chance in the future. once again a bit of doubt flashed across his face, he was clearly still a bit hung up that he might be taking advantage of her admiration unintentionally. But as usual, it was brief. He never seemed to doubt for long, but it did slap him at the strangest times. In any case, she is quite the beauty huh? he says, motioning his hands to her if she were there, and hadn't gone down with Nadaar or wasn't simply somewhere else.
Nadia visibly brightens at the final decision being made, a content smile on her lips now. The chances of the bigger cities not knowing of what’s happening with the giants should be rather slim. Maybe they could be the ones who help the smaller towns and villages avoid disaster before it comes to them. Her smile only broadens when the Dragonborn suggests Zephyros help Zack with his magics, knowing how beneficial it would be for him, and even the team, if he learned how to better control it. Maybe the giant could explain why all of a sudden this happened to him? She was curious herself about it’s origins but it was none of her business...
She does nod in agreement with Nadaar on the fact there wasn’t going to be much for them to do during the travel, the elf more than likely going to do her training with Zack then probably explore around the place. Speaking of training, when Nadaar mentions heading back down to ease the citizens of Nightstone, she also volunteers to go down with him. “I want to personally thank Morak for what he’s done for us, so I’ll forward your message along to him too, Zack, same with the kids and then see if I could take a training sword or two from the barracks. We’re gonna need them for future sessions anyways!”
She gives Zeph and Zack a small wave before following behind Nadaar down to back to Nightstone. She lets the Dragonborn do the explaining while she actively looks for Morak, with the kids hopefully nearby. The ranger then proceeds to give them all big hugs and departing words, thanking the dwarf for everything and promising the kids that they will try and come back for a visit if they’re able to. With that said and done, she looks for a guard to ask if she could take two training sword for the future.
Nadia and Nadaar make the trek back down to Nightstone, the trip down being much easier than back up. The people are a bit confused about the presence of the giant tower but after some explaining they seem content enough knowing they are in no danger. Morak shakes Nadaars hand before he leaves and gives him the letter bound for the Goldenfields. When ye have time he says and then pets Rillex saying Take good care of him now ye hear? though if that was directed at Nadaar or Rillex is unclear. The kids give Nadia a hug and say their goodbyes and the guard give Nadia a couple of training swords as requested. Once thanks and goodbyes are finished the two make their way back up to the tower, now throughly tired after climbing, descending, and then climbing again nearly 3000ft in the day. While the two are down Zack speaks with Zephryos, taking time to explain what he could about what has happened and even casting a few spells to demonstrate. Zephryos examines the fighter with curiously, taking special notice of the glowing orbs in Zack's skin.
Hmmm, it's quite odd. You friend was not entirely wrong when she described it as being similar to a scroll, but it's not quite the case. As you may or may not know a scroll enchanted with a spell allows someone with almost no magical talent cast the spell enchanted onto the page, but the scroll itself is destroyed in the process. This is useful for those who wish to bolster their current retinue of spells without exhausting themselves, or for those looking to cast a spell beyond their skill range. But that's not quite what is happening here. This is more akin to a weapon enchantment. Some weapons can be enchanted to allow their user to cast a spell, usually only a few times in a day, but it doesn't tire out the mage nor destroy the weapon. The weapon usually also regains those spells after some time has passed. It's as if someone enchanted an object to do the same, but then put it in your body, allowing you to cast the spells. It's only a theory mind you, I would love to examine further....tell me how attached are you to both your arms? I'd only need to vivisect one to know for sure. Ah but you might need that arm, perhaps when you are no longer in need of your body you might be willing to donate it? To further the cause of magic of course! I just find it curious that you don't know how this happened. Could be some stress related amnesia or a side affect of whatever happened to give you these new powers. Hmm..just about everyone has the ability to learn magic in some form or another, given enough time and study even you could be an accomplished wizard. But you say you learned all these spells within the last few days? That's nearly unheard of. If whatever is in you is giving you these powers, I would wager it was a...well a shortcut if you would. A way to make it so you could skip the book learning. Again it's just a theory. So about that vivisection? Just as Zephyros finishes his examinations and proposed dissection of Zack the pair finally arrive to the top of the tower. Once everyone gives their okay, Zephyros levitates back up to the second floor of the tower, retracting the stairs and slowly guiding the tower into flight heading south. The party sets up camp on the first floor, given a lack of accommodations your size, and survive mostly on rations and water the next three days.
Nadia and Zack train in the morning, going back and forth at each other with blunted weapons, the sound of steel on steel echoing through the first floor of the tower. Nadaar spends these mornings trying to get caught up on some Giant history from Zephyros, but the Giant does have to spend time concentrating on flying the ship, even if just to make sure the tower doesn't go off course. But Nadaar learns the following about the Giant Caste system known as the Ordning. Giant society (such as it is) is defined in large part by the ordning, a caste system imposed upon the giants by their gods, chief among them Annam the All-Father. The ordning determines where a giant stands among his or her ilk. Traditionally, storm giants have stood at the top of the ordning. Tall and powerful, they struggle to keep the weaker races of giants from despoiling the realms of small folk and sparking conflict. The greatest storm giants are powerful seers, skilled at identifying and interpreting cosmic signs and divine omens. The aloof and aristocratic cloud giants, one step below the storm giants, rarely condescend to deal with lesser giants or small folk, Zephyros being a bit of an outlier in this regard. Extravagance defines their culture and their place in the ordning. Below them are the tyrannical, warmongering fire giants and the merciless, predatory frost giants. Fire giants rank themselves by their forging skill, whereas frost giants rank themselves by their martial prowess. Near the bottom of the ordning are the xenophobic stone giants, who mostly live underground and regard the surface world as a realm of dreams. How well they sculpt stone determines their place among their peers. The lowest and smallest of the true giants are the hill giants, as gluttonous as they are loathsome. Hill giants are dullards who live in fear of their more powerful giant cousins. In hill giant society, the biggest rule. Since the Ordning was smashed and the giant gods silent, each race of giants has been attempting to rebuild the Ordning to their own liking, each wanting to see themselves on top and each with apparently different ideas on how to achieve that. For Zephyros' part, he has been investigating the exact reason the Ordning was smashed by the All-Father, and in doing so hopes to find a way to restore order. Thus far his investigations have only told him that the three of you were to be involved in someway, and that he was not to interfere as much as possible.
In the evening Zack speaks with Zephyros about trying to control his magic. Unfortunately for Zack, it seems Zephyros is not a good teacher. He talks of Magic Theory, the fabric of reality, different planes and other wordly beings, most of it goes over Zack's head and would likely be far to complicated for even advanced students of magic. However he does have Zack practice a few spells, and with each casting Zack's feels more confident in his ability to control his magic. Occasionally a spell backfires, or simply fails to cast at all, but Zephyros shrugs these instances off as growing pains. These sessions are usually cut short however, as Zack finds all but the simplest of spells drain drain his energy. While he seems to be able to cast the simpler spells, such as his blue flame blade or light, as many times as he wants, the more complex spells such as Expeditious Retreat and Shield ware him out after only a few castings. Even if he could train for longer in the day, Zephryos has an unsettling tendency to keep mentioning vivisection when talking to Zack.
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On the third day of your journey, you spot nine very thin and lightly armored humans riding giant vultures. They land atop the cloud, whereupon the humans dismount. All the riders wear steel helms that cover their eyes and resemble stylized bird heads. One of them is equipped with a shoulder bag adorned with a smiling face. The Nine humans enter the tower, leaving the giant vultures outside on the cloud base. The two humans in front who appear to be the leaders give you all an appraising look, seeming more surprised by your presence than anything, but otherwise ignore you all. The one carrying the bag calls out in a loud voice I seek the giant who calls this tower home! Oh Master of the tower, I beseech you to come down and speak with us! We have a proposal we would wish to offer! The call is not immediately answered
When not otherwise learning from Zephyros, or idly observing Nadia's and Zack's training, Nadaar had taken to reinforcing his new blending of martial prowess and inherit knack for the often theatrical usage of magic. There are times when even Rillex is invited to the dance. Although following a poor start the first day, the Dragonborn had taken to holding off such invitations until properly warmed up for the day. Nevertheless, such session were short, and in comparison were not the focus as much as the peculiar habit of shouting at the surrounding heavens.
In between these out bursts, he can be seen noting things down, and then modifying various things in future roars; such as posture, direction, intake of breathe, and even forming focusing cones using his hands or blade. Although so far, whenever heard or witnessed, a feeling of momentary dread or irrational fear is stoked in most that hear it, if only for a moment. Almost as if one had -- for just a moment -- been in the presence of a magnificent dragon; awe-inspiring and terrible at once. Questioning him on it however doesn't yield much more than 'It is the Thu'um, magic of the voice I practice'. More than that always comes out nonsensical, if only because of the esoteric concepts of feeling, sensing, and tasting the flow of magic in the air. Mercifully, none need fear him disturbing others nightly rests.
On the third day, if the armored humans aren't greeted (and by greeted, intercepted would be more accurately) by Zack and Nadia, Nadaar and Rillex are resting atop either a table or literal giant stack of books, their bellies growling as the two stared hungrily at the other. Concluding their most recent back and forth about the blame game in regards to food, the two tiredly crawl into place to peer down at the "ruffians" to enter. "Oi! There master is busy, at the moment. Might we be of assistance 'o rude ones to not have at least knocked on the door?"Nadaar said tiredly before scooching himself over to sit on the edge with draconic feet dangling off the side. "For that matter, just who are you anyhow?"
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The humans glare at Nadaar briefly before talking among themselves briefly. Finally the man replies The door was open, we took this to mean the master of the tower accepts guests. Your presence here does nothing to make me think otherwise. But we have no business with you Dragonborn. The human then calls out once more before receiving a reply. Hmmm? Oh my more guests sorry I was a bit distracted. Hold on a moment! An awkward silence ensues as the humans wait for Zephyros to come down. Some of them stare at Nadaar, whether or not this is meant as an attempt at intimidation, or unease on part of the humans is unclear. After a brief wait Zephyros levitates down to the first floor and greets the humans with open arms. Why hello there! I am the wizard Zephyros, Master of this tower. Who might I have the honor of addressing? The Human approaches the giant confidently and bows to the giant. I am N'von, and my ally here is Amarath He gestures to the human carrying the smiling bag, the others are not yet worthy of having their names spoken and would surely bore you. We represent the great Yan-C-Bin, and seek to allies to his cause. A cloud giant such as yourself would make a splendid ally indeed. We offer you a gift as a show of good faith, The human pulls out a pouch and offers it to Zephyros who takes it and examines the contents, we hope you will choose to ally yourself with our cause. Together, we can help Yan C-Bin return the world to its primordial state, as it was at the dawn of history." Zephyros examines the pouch and looks over the humans considering them carefully. He glances over to the party, not asking for your thoughts but rather seeing if you have anything to say.
Zack had just finished his training with Nadia and at this point, realized he was all but starving. They had forgotten the horses... after everything, and all of his stuff was there, except what he had kept with him.... His stomach had began to growl too when the other group had came in. He watched with curiosity, since he hadn't expected any guest arrivals on this trip. Their behavior and demeanor told him these guys were idiots at best, and rude or dangerous at worst. But still, for ow, he just watched. is this common for Zeph? he wondered to himself, as he was soaked with sweat.
When the man mentioned names and alliances, that piqued his curiosity. Pardon my intrusion into the conversation but.. who exactly is this "Yancy-Bin?" And why does he want to ally with a giant.. or the giants, or whatever?
If his gaze was met with any attempt at threat, he would match their gaze as best he could while hungry.
The humans give Zack an angry look and reply It's Yan-C-Bin fool! You would do well not to insult our lord with your mispronunciations! As to why he seeks allies among the cloud giants is not your concern! We are having a conversation with the master Zephyros not you!
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Nadia wipes the sweat from her brow after their training session, slowly getting the hang of it and improving little by little. She blinks in surprise at the sudden appearance of new folk, and furrows her brows in thought as they speak, her lips soon thinning as well.
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Already hangry from the lack of a morning meal, Nadaar motions for Rillex to flutter out of sight as N'von and Amarath converse with a thankfully fully dressed Zephyros. Which before its end, he carefully navigates his way down to ground level as well. "Forgive me, Master Zephyros! But, I feel I must interject at this point. Because sounds to me as if their desires seem to run counter to your own in regards to that vision you had for us. And thus, I would be remiss to address them."
Any attempt before or after this point to interject out of the courtiers is met by a pointer finger being raised curtly in the universal motion for a moment. "Now, I have heard of your Yan-C Bin, and can appreciate the no doubt many pressures you are under in order to see his dream -- your dream to fruition. To that, I offer these helpful words so that you may move forward with your lives in a most eloquoant and fulfilling fashion."He says smoothly, before folding his hands behind his back and letting his eyes become half-lidded as if carefully considering his next few words.
What comes out next of the dragonborn is not just words, but a roar so fearsome and loud in the halls as to be confused with a live dragon's own. "DROP EVERYTHING! GET THE **** OUT OF HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT! OR SO HELP ME! I WILL ******* EAT YOU ALL!"He yells towards the tell end of his roar, and would try to draw at least one of his Scimitar's to further punctuate his point.
(@Urben: Using Dragon Fear, hopefully having caught them by surprised with it. Both N'von, Amarath, and all the people of their party will have to make a DC 13 Wis Save, or be frightened of Nadaar for the next minute.)
Nadia, as you look over the men it seems they are lightly armed and armored, though not overly so. It's pretty believable that they came here without intent to fight, but are ready just in case. The men in the back seem to be subservient and don't speak and infact ignore you as best as possible. However the men up front are clearly put off by your presence though they also tried to ignore you until spoken to. However you get the feeling that these men, while not here to start trouble, aren't exactly good people either. In fact you have a rather unpleasant feeling telling you not to trust them which is reinforced when Nadaar confronts the group. When Nadaar yells all eyes are drawn on him as he shouts his demands. The one cultist carrying the smiling bag looks unimpressed at Nadaars show and even laughs a bit at the brutish behavior. This seems to reinforce the confidence in the other cultists who are also unphased and soon a chorus of laughter rings out from the rabble before N'von interrupts saying Shut up you fools! Listen uh, sir, we have no quarrel with you and have no wish to start a fight. We will be on our way just as soon as we get an answer and we will be out of your hair uh scales or well you know. So let's just all calm down. Before anyone has a chance to say anything else Zephyros speaks up. I'm sorry gentlemen but I don't believe the goals of your Lord align with my own. As such I'm afraid I will have to politely decline the offer but I do thank you for your visit.The human carrying the bag starts to object. What? You reject the friendship of Yan-C Shut up Amarath! He said no, let's not push our luck. We thank you for you're time Master Zephyros and bid you goodday. It is unfortunate we could not come to an understanding but we will respect your wishes, farewell. The cultist starts to leave and the others follow, Amarath turns around to look at the group and Zephyros one last time before shaking his head and muttering Foolish decision, damn coward. Before finally all the cultists mount back up on their vultures and fly off in the opposite direction. Once the cultist are gone Zephyros hands Nadaar the pouch they offered him. I feel bad keeping their gift after turning down their offer, but it was quite fun to watch you frighten their leader so. Why don't you keep this, you might have more use for it than I. And with that he levitates back up to the 2nd floor to continue flying the tower for the final stretch, you should be arriving about noon tomorrow.
Nadaar is given a pouch containing 10 pinches of Pixie dust One pinch of the pixie dust can substitute for the material components of any enchantment spell of 3rd level or lower. The Pixie dust may also have other magical affects if sprinkled on a creature.
Zack had been just about to respond, with both a snarky retort, and a bit of a laugh, when, of all people, Nadaar stepped up to the plate, to do exactly what he felt Nadaar would berate him for doing. However, he watched it with hungry bemusement. It seemed these people were part of yet another bad group. He had never heard of this guy they followed before. He had however picked up that they were bad in some way when they mentioned bringing it all back to how it was yada yada. Typical propaganda. Much like the military, just with a different goal.
Suddenly, Nadaar begins yelling, and despite his hunger, he raised both brows, and started chuckling quietly at the outburst. This was soout of character for him. Suddenly the other guys started laughing too which only made him want to laugh more, but it reached pinnacle humor when the man who was supposed to be their leaders legs started quaking where he stood. And he began commanding everyone to just leave, and all but falling over himself to do it. As they left, he considered saying 'Don't let Yancy find out you failed' but knew that somehow that would trigger the man.
When they finally left, he would say That was hilarious man. What got into you there? I know they were not on the level or whatever, but I've never actually seen you do that before, hahahaha Either way... I can't wait to land.. Hopefully ma and dad have enough ready for some guests... cause i don't know how much longer we can all get by before this starts to effect us.
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With the cultists gone and Zephyros focused on flying the castle, the last few hours of the day are yours to do with as you please. Soon the sun sets and as the day comes to a close. The following morning you wake up only a few hours from your destination. Zephyros has informed you that he will be dropping you off only a few miles off the main road, as to avoid scaring any locals, and from there it should only be a few hours walk. The time you have left is spent packing up your temporary sleeping area, and before you know it it's time to leave. After proper goodbyes have been exchanged you all make your way down and once safely on land once more the stairs retract and the castle meanders slowly to the North East. A couple of hours of walking later you find yourselves on the main road, from there Zack leads you South towards the Way Inn. You eventually turn down a side road and then another and another, a couple of hours of walking later, as the sun is setting for the day, you see off in the distance a small village, far to small to be on any map. From here you can see farm houses spread apart from one another, a small temple, and even what Zack confirms as being a tavern. There is very little here, certainly nothing to give anyone a reason to visit, at least not normally. As you walk into town, the few people who notice you all look at you with great interest, as its unusual to have visitors here, at this hour, and armed ones at that. So far no one has appeared to recognize Zack, though he does look more grown up than anyone here would likely remember. But Zack does recognize some faces of villagers and a few names, but its late and you don't stop to speak as you're on a mission. Finally the walking comes to an end as you stand outside a small wooden cottage, behind it is a large field of crops, and off to the right a barn and some animal pens. A light shines through one of the windows and smoke rises from a chimney. It's dark now and the air has grown cold and nips at your skin, but Zack is finally home.
By this point it had been at-least two days since any of them had eaten, assuming that Nadia had shared. And it was right then that he realized.. Shit, we forgot the horses.. after everything... ha. ha.. he said aloud when they were halfway through the small town. By now his stomach was growling like an angry wolf, and even he was faltering a bit. But the fact he knew they were so close kept pushing him forward. Despite it all, as they went, he was looking around with a sense of nostalgia. It seemed a few new people had moved in, as he didn't quite recognize everyone's faces, that or maybe more memory issues? The few faces he did recognize made him smile a bit. Seemed old Tabitha was still alive and kicking, seeing her chasing after some kid who was stealing her beets, and caning the hell out of him until he apologized for his theft.
Seemed like Trace was still the only man in town who could make horseshoes. But eventually, they reached the far end. The squat, square building, who's greatest luxury was a chimney was in sight. He paused a moment, to see if his dad had done any expansion on the crops, and it looked like it had grown by about an acre, and Zack looked at his own hands, remembering all the work that he used to do.. weeding, growing, picking, planting... Not to mention all the work with the animals.
His pace had slowed, but he hadn't stopped. My dads a it of a stubborn man, so if he comes off brusque, try not to take offense. He has a certain set of values and he refuses to bend from them in most cases, while my moms a bit more easygoing. And obviously, they're not expecting anyone at this hour, let alone me and guests. Gonna admit, I'm a bit nervous now that I'm finally here. every step bringing them all closer to the door. And when they finally got there, he stood on the porch for about a minute. His hand raised to knock. He didn't seem like he was 'afraid' to knock, as opposed to he was deciding how exactly he was going to approach it.
Finally, he rapped on the door once, twice. Each knock was solid, and at-least for Zack, seemed to be far too loud, likely due to his own mind like someone trying to sneak back into their own house hears every noise amplified when they're trying to be quiet. Tryce and Alice Fair. We've located your son. his tone didn't lend itself to a joke, or an attempted joke. He stood there, stiffly, clearly a bit self conscious as he took to a military 'at attention' pose, with arms behind his back, waiting for them to respond.
As you know you hear movement from inside the cabin followed by a Who the hell is knocking at this hour. Think you're funny do ya I'll show ya a thing or.. and the door swings open and there stands your father though not as you remember him. His black hair is mostly grey and theres more wrinkles on his face than you remember. You know it's been some time, but he looks like he aged much quicker than you would have expect. You know some of the commanders back in the military had the same look, a look of someone whose been under a lot of stress, probably years worth. He cuts himself off as he stares at you, not quite believing his own eyes. He doesn't even seem to notice Nadaar or Nadia. Z...Zack? But the soldiers said you died. We had a funeral and...he then pulls you into a hug and squeezes tightly. He may look old and frail but his strength certainly hasn't waned, in fact you think he might actually be a bit stronger than the last time you saw him. For a while he just holds you close as tears well up in his eyes. You've never seen your father cry before you suddenly realize. He then puts his hands on your shoulders and looks you over as If you make sure you were real. What in the Nine Hells is wrong with you boy! You run off to join the army without so much as a word, make us worry with hardly a letter to show for it! Then some soldiers come to our door one day, saying you were killed while out on some mission. But this whole time you're alive and you haven't written or anything! He then pulls you in for an even tighter hug, as if he was scared if he let go you might dissapeare. It's good to have you back son. And for the first time he seems to notice Nadia and Nadaar. He let's you go, wiping away tears and trying to act like he totally wasn't just crying. Ah, um, so who are your friends? Ah but don't stand out in the cold come in and sit by the fire.
Back on the Air Ship Howls Floating Mordenkenien's Magnif Zyphros' Castle....
Nadaar is emitting a throaty rumble as the other's laugh, and had the leader not acted, someone would've definitely tasted either steel or fang before the day was out. But the man had, and even in his hunger deprieved state, the dragonborn only glared and watched them leave with his grip tightening on scimitar handle to the point of bones letting out audible pops. Even once out of sight Nadaar anger remain palatable in the air. The offering from Zephyros appears to mollify him. Sort of. At the veyr least he took the gift without biting the hand.
Then came Zack, who too initially received a flash of annoyance before the Dragonborn's expression finally softened into one more akin to.... embarrassment? Defeat? Sorrow? It's hard to read on so alien a face compared to the more mammalian kind, but he answered after taking few minutes to rub at his throat. "... Hunger."And that's all he would say before wandering off to treat a rather hoarse voice.
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Since the "incident" Nadaar has largely kept to himself or the company of Rillex. Never once did he ask the others for food, feeling it was his own fault for not having been more thorough. But considering most of what he had was either appropriated from goblins or given by Morak, the guilt all the more sealed his tongue on the matter. Perking up considerably once on the ground, He perks up considerably once on the ground, and is even willing to answer more than the nods and grunts up until then.
"You... Why would you.... *sigh*.... You're a cruel man, you know that?"He quietly and lightly admonishes before the door opens if Zack had given his last name before. And if not, he only looks confused and maybe inwardly annoyed over having been roped into something before getting a meal back in the Inn. Either which way, even Nadaar cannot help but let his expression soften over the reunion. The instant his thoughts began to drift in the direction of imagining his own familial reunion, it hardens for a second, and then is masked over by one carefreeness. "Nadaar of the Golden Tongue, sirrah. Traveling Lorekeeper, at your service, and wishing to thank you for your hospitality.
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At first, he just stood there, letting his father take stock of the situation, knowing it would be better that way. He simply kept a small smile on his face the entire time. It wasn't until his father finally came forward to hug him, that Zack, now much taller than his dad, would give the old man a hug. Squeezing just a bit in response as the hug got tighter. And patting him on the back. Its sort of a long story, I'll tell you once inside. I want Mom to hear this too. And its nice to be back, father. he couldn't help but chuckle just a it, when his dads tunnel vision ended and he noticed there were others.
And the other one is Nadia, I don't really know how to describe her to you guys, we're kind of in a weird place.. a good place though. And as Nadaar said, he is that. I've been travelling with them both for a few weeks now. Shuffling inside when the offer was extended, glad to be out of the cold, even with winter clothing. And.. I hate to be like this.. but are there any leftovers? Or salted meats? My friends and I haven't eaten in the last .. maybe two days do to some.. lack of foresight. his expression fell back to his usual 'ehehe' closed eyes, as he petted the back of his own neck in embarrassment.
He took a moment, once inside to look around, noticing that his mother wasn't there to greet them either, especially after all the commotion moments ago. Speaking of, did Mom already go to bed?
When Nadia is introduced she nods in greeting to Zacks father and giving a simple greeting. At the mention of your mother Zack you see your father's face sink. Ah, but of course you're probably all starving. You two sit by the fire, ah Nadia and Nadaar it was? I'll bring out some food. And Zack your mother is out back, just give me a second. Zack's father goes into the another room and grabs a few clay plates and puts out some dried meat and fresh vegetables. It ain't much but it'll keep you on your feet. Son, let your friends stay here and eat, let's go see your mother. He takes Zack gently by the arm leading him out the front door. You follow him around the back of the cottage and follow him as he takes out towards the fields. You think it's a bit odd she would be out working the field so late. Eventually you pass the fields entirely and end at an old willow tree at the very edge of the property that you remember running to as a kid when you didn't want to work or were about to get in trouble for something. The cottage itself is now well out of ear shot, so it was always a good place to go to get away from things. Underneath the willow tree are two grave markers. One Labled "Zack", and the other labeled "Alice". Your father just stares at the grave, trying to gold back tears. She probably knew right away you were still alive when she didn't find you on the other side. I wish she had some way of telling me. I...would have looked for you if I knew. They told us you died. She didn't handle it well. Then winter came, it was particularly harsh last year and she got sick. Then before I knew it...he trails off for a bit and wiped away a few tears. I'm sorry son, but she would be happy to know you're okay.
He would have helped his dad set the table, he was atleast a relatively good son afterall. Sorry for suddenly imposing, especially for three stomachs. His brow furrowing only deeper when his father said she was out back. Why would she be out there at a time like this? Even hard workers need to know when to call it a night. But.. he had a sinking feeling. That feeling you get when your body knows whats going to happen next before you mind realizes it. Something was off.
Zack nodded and waved to the N's in an 'I'll be right back' sort of way before he followed his father out the door, and the sensation only grew as they moved out farther from the house. Just before the graves came into sight, he realized it. There was no reason for hr to be out this far, at this time, in this weather. But he soldiered on until they got there, and his dad explained the situation in his own way. When he began to falter, Zacks eyes shot down, ashamed. But, he pulled his dad in for another hug and just said Go ahead and cry dad. I won't judge you any less for it. You .. deserve some release. I'm... sorry. I wish I had known, I might have done things a little differently... His voice was quiet as he spoke. And you have nothing to apologize for. It wasn't something you could have prevented.. and if anything it's my fault. his hug weakened as he spoke the last words but didn't cease.
I suppose I should explain myself. And the fact you never got letters... he sighed as he looked at his mothers gravestone. Whispering out another "I'm sorry" into the night. He let silence hang in the air for several minutes. Not quite sure exactly where to start, before eventually starting to talk again. His voice was a little weaker, and less cheerful than it had been initially, and he felt even more bad about his introduction, even if it was the only way he knew that his 'pops' would answer the door. Releasing his dad then so he could explain...
It feels like such a weak excuse now, considering.. But as you know, back then, back when I was little, we'd get the occasional visitor. Soldier or adventurer passing through, and I'd hear of their heroism. Some of them eventually becoming legends in their own right. Someone people could look to for hope.. a hero, someone who does the right thing when it's needed. And back then, I thought to myself Thats what I want to be, not stuck on a farm... so when I came of age, knowing.. you, and especially Ma.. I knew if I told you, I'd get told no right away. That it was.. too dangerous, or.. something like that. So... I stowawayed on one of the soldiers caravans.I probably should have written more on the note than "I'm leaving to find my place in the world." he said, closing his eyes, regret clearly written across it - his head sinking farther down.
But I left to join the army. To make a name for myself, and become someone others could look up to, even if I wasn't perfect at it. A lot happened.. we mostly did patrols while I was taught how to fight, and we came across carious raiders and the like. But something happened while I was there. And I'm starting to think it may be linked to something else I can't explain because.. I don't know it myself. But I wrote you both letters no less than once per tenday, and often more... so if you never got them....
at this point, he seems to lose himself in thought for a moment, wondering if the events he can't remember, and the letters never reaching their destination were connected. Sure.. occasionally a letter may have been lost for one reason or another.. but every single one? no... There are parts of my memory that are fuzzy, or completely black. Something happened while I was there. And I'm starting to think that they must have reported my death to you all around that time. I can't really connect the dots.. but for some reason, me and my C.O. were having to run from the army, and well.. he gave his life to save mine. So that means the military must be doing something they don't want to be found out... And I'm starting to think I know what it is.. Some kind of experiment involving me, and probably others, including my C.O.... because.. I've started to show powers I never had before. he would say, walking over to his mothers gravemarker, touching it, and it immediately began to glow with Light the sphere associated with the spell glowing through his skin at the casting.
Pulling His weapon out then, and igniting it for several moments with his blue flame. The flames however, didn't harm the sword in the slightest. And with every casting of the spell, his eyes glowed a little brighter before dimming. It was at this point, his father would likely notice his eyes were glowing at all times, even if only dimly. After.. we escaped... I chose not to send you any letters out of fear they'd be intercepted and that might lead them to think I had gone to you, or was planning to. I was trying to protect you and Ma... and I thought you all had gotten the rest... I'm sorry again dad... And I'm sorry Ma that you didn't get to see me one last time... I just hope you see me now, from wherever you are, and that I've managed to make you at-least a little proud. his voice cracked a little as he neared the end of that sentence, swallowing as his voice quivered just a bit, in an attempt to steady it before continuing with the biggest sigh he had ever done.
In fact... me and my friends should probably leave soon, just in case... I always intended to come back, but I wanted to come back as someone you could be proud of. I.. Didn't think.. that.. he steadied himself again, to not lose himself in the sadness he was fighting down. His eyes were becoming moist and that moisture was cooling quickly into a light frost. If any soldiers come here, just tell them that I'm dead, and that it was them who told you. Put your .. pepper on it too to make it more convincing. And.. My friends and I got involved with the Zhentarim - Killing some of them, not joining their cause...- so if someone with a snake tatoo or that just admits they're a Zhent, looking for me.. same story.. as far as you know, I'm dead, and have been for years. And you haven't seen me since. Show them this.. to make it more believable and I'm sure they'll leave you be. Better safe than sorry, at-least.
At this point, he allowed his father to interject or respond in whatever way he needed to. Listening intently as he looked on at his mothers grave, that still glowed softly in the night. When his dad was done, though, he'd add in... And, I need your advice on something...
Your dad embraces you and one again holds you tight as if he was afraid you would run off again. He finally lets his tears go as he holds you. You've never seen your father like this but, given the fact he lost your mother and thought he lost you before that, and has likely been working the farm himself this whole time, it's no one he seems like a different person. As you explain the circumstances of your departure, and more recent events, he simply stands there listening to you. His face goes sad at the mention of you leaving so soon after you just came back, and he looks on in amazement as you cast spells, something he clearly never thought he would see from you, but he lets you finish before he says anything. It takes him a moment to unpack everything you just told him, but finally he puts his hand on your shoulder and says Son, I understand why you left. And you're not entirely wrong, if you had told me or your mother we probably would have tried all we could to keep you here. It's a dangerous world out there son, and we worried about you everyday. But look at you, you're your own man now. I'm proud of you and I'm sure your mother is as well. And I just can't believe you can use magic like that! It's unlike anything I've seen, and I never thought anyone in our family would ever be doing much beyond picking crops or raising cattle. But, the army, these...experiments or whatever...they caused that? And why you can't remember some things? Are you sure? Son I'm sure I don't need to tell you but that's a serious accusation...I'd be careful who you tell that too. Are you sure you weren't just injured badly? Maybe took a bad hit to the head and they took you somewhere for treatment...He pauses as he says that, the look on his face clearly showing he doesn't really believe that. After all. if they sent you to be healed from an injury then why come saying you were dead? And these Zhenter..ah..Zhents or whatever...I'm not sure who they are but I trust if you...killed some of them...you had good reason to. If their bad people they could be dangerous...by the morning lord son what troubles have you gotten yourself into with those wild fantasies of yours! Ah but what's done is done. But if you must go please be careful. And write home! Use private couriers none of those military types! If you can let me know where I can write back to, don't worry about putting me in any danger either. If any of those types come snooping around here for you they'll get shown the businesses end of my pitchfork! He then goes silent once more before finally saying. Well you at least have to spend the night here. Your room is the same as ya left it. Your mother couldn't bear to change anything, and after she left us I found I couldn't either. Your friends are welcome to sleep in the cottage but I ain't got no spare beds or nuthin'. Godrick still runs the tavern, still charging a silver a night for the spare rooms there. If they're desperate for a bed or drink they can always head his way. As far as I know he only has one guest at the moment so there should still be room for them if they want. You should head there too before you leave, stock up on some food. Seriously...two days with no food what is wrong with you boy! Even as he chastises you its clear it comes from a place of love and worry for your well-being. So, what you need advice on then?
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"You have our thanks, master Zyphyros! Just give us a moment to speak with Nightstone, and we can be on our way!" Nadaar calls up after Zphyros. "It was less about the Zhent's, by the way. And more or less about the giant's activity reaching the right ears. Though to be frank, if they have been as bold as they have been already, news will no doubt spread fairly quickly throughout the lands."
Nadaar regards Nadia and Zack at that point. "/I/ just hope the rest of these western lands are more prepared than Nightstone. Or failing that, have the defenses to whether this debacle until our inevitable and no doubt grandiose appearance on the scene proper!" Nadaar snorts turns into a boisterous laugh. Although just as abruptly it began it ended with him staring solemn at the pair. "It is not wrong to be selfish every now and then; especially given the stakes involved. For it is a very real possibility that this may be your last chance to go home, Mr. Zack. Cherish the moment. And when you have time, seeing as--" He pauses to let out a defeated sounding sigh. "You have a way with Master Zyphros, it could be you can convince him to guide you in cultivating your magic. Even if in perhaps a not so direct way."
"I would and /will/ do what I can there as well, if you should wish it. But, something tells me that what I can do will be limited. And that goes for both me and Ms. Nadia here. Now, if you'll excuse me. There's is the assuaging word we need to give Nightstone before we leave. If you have any final business as well, I'd also suggest finishing it within the hour." Nadaar lingers there for a short while at least for a final reply, and then heads off to find a guard or Morak to relay at least an intent to go on a ride with the giant. That, and assure them things were okay.
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Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Zack considered Nadaars proposal with a nod.A fair point I had been trying to avoid.... And you're right. Not that I plan on dyin' though. It sounds like a good idea to me. Who knows, he may just know a little about it in the end. And if I use my mornings to train with Nadia, and my evenings to learn from Zeph, Could make full use of the next few days.... As for me, I have nothing in particular i need to do or say, and you seem to dislike how I handle things so I'll leave it to you. I'll stay up here and wait for you to come back. It'll give me time to explain my situation to Zephyros anyway. But do tell Morak thanks again, and tell the Kids We'll come by if time ever allows.
He did however, follow Nadaar out to the landing to take one more look at the landscape from here. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, however it wasn't often a human could see such a view. He stayed out there for a few minutes, unless Zephyros came to the edge, and whether inside or out, he would tell Zephyros of his recent dreams, gaps in memory, and, showed Zephyros how his 'magic' worked, and how each time he used a skill that was beyond physical, that there was an aetheric reaction through his body, pointing out that Nadia had seen and told him about the 'lines' but that he had noticed the spheres and that somehow, they were all connected, but that he had never manifested 'powers' before, and that for all he knew... he had been a mundane fighter until a few days ago, when suddenly a flood of memories came back.
He also would tell Zephyros of how it seemed he had saved Nadia in the past ... Kinda crazy huh? How fate works. And to think I saved someone as cute and feisty as her - let alone that we'd meet up again by chance in the future. once again a bit of doubt flashed across his face, he was clearly still a bit hung up that he might be taking advantage of her admiration unintentionally. But as usual, it was brief. He never seemed to doubt for long, but it did slap him at the strangest times. In any case, she is quite the beauty huh? he says, motioning his hands to her if she were there, and hadn't gone down with Nadaar or wasn't simply somewhere else.
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Nadia visibly brightens at the final decision being made, a content smile on her lips now. The chances of the bigger cities not knowing of what’s happening with the giants should be rather slim. Maybe they could be the ones who help the smaller towns and villages avoid disaster before it comes to them. Her smile only broadens when the Dragonborn suggests Zephyros help Zack with his magics, knowing how beneficial it would be for him, and even the team, if he learned how to better control it. Maybe the giant could explain why all of a sudden this happened to him? She was curious herself about it’s origins but it was none of her business...
She does nod in agreement with Nadaar on the fact there wasn’t going to be much for them to do during the travel, the elf more than likely going to do her training with Zack then probably explore around the place. Speaking of training, when Nadaar mentions heading back down to ease the citizens of Nightstone, she also volunteers to go down with him. “I want to personally thank Morak for what he’s done for us, so I’ll forward your message along to him too, Zack, same with the kids and then see if I could take a training sword or two from the barracks. We’re gonna need them for future sessions anyways!”
She gives Zeph and Zack a small wave before following behind Nadaar down to back to Nightstone. She lets the Dragonborn do the explaining while she actively looks for Morak, with the kids hopefully nearby. The ranger then proceeds to give them all big hugs and departing words, thanking the dwarf for everything and promising the kids that they will try and come back for a visit if they’re able to. With that said and done, she looks for a guard to ask if she could take two training sword for the future.
Nadia and Nadaar make the trek back down to Nightstone, the trip down being much easier than back up. The people are a bit confused about the presence of the giant tower but after some explaining they seem content enough knowing they are in no danger. Morak shakes Nadaars hand before he leaves and gives him the letter bound for the Goldenfields. When ye have time he says and then pets Rillex saying Take good care of him now ye hear? though if that was directed at Nadaar or Rillex is unclear. The kids give Nadia a hug and say their goodbyes and the guard give Nadia a couple of training swords as requested. Once thanks and goodbyes are finished the two make their way back up to the tower, now throughly tired after climbing, descending, and then climbing again nearly 3000ft in the day. While the two are down Zack speaks with Zephryos, taking time to explain what he could about what has happened and even casting a few spells to demonstrate. Zephryos examines the fighter with curiously, taking special notice of the glowing orbs in Zack's skin.
Hmmm, it's quite odd. You friend was not entirely wrong when she described it as being similar to a scroll, but it's not quite the case. As you may or may not know a scroll enchanted with a spell allows someone with almost no magical talent cast the spell enchanted onto the page, but the scroll itself is destroyed in the process. This is useful for those who wish to bolster their current retinue of spells without exhausting themselves, or for those looking to cast a spell beyond their skill range. But that's not quite what is happening here. This is more akin to a weapon enchantment. Some weapons can be enchanted to allow their user to cast a spell, usually only a few times in a day, but it doesn't tire out the mage nor destroy the weapon. The weapon usually also regains those spells after some time has passed. It's as if someone enchanted an object to do the same, but then put it in your body, allowing you to cast the spells. It's only a theory mind you, I would love to examine further....tell me how attached are you to both your arms? I'd only need to vivisect one to know for sure. Ah but you might need that arm, perhaps when you are no longer in need of your body you might be willing to donate it? To further the cause of magic of course! I just find it curious that you don't know how this happened. Could be some stress related amnesia or a side affect of whatever happened to give you these new powers. Hmm..just about everyone has the ability to learn magic in some form or another, given enough time and study even you could be an accomplished wizard. But you say you learned all these spells within the last few days? That's nearly unheard of. If whatever is in you is giving you these powers, I would wager it was a...well a shortcut if you would. A way to make it so you could skip the book learning. Again it's just a theory. So about that vivisection? Just as Zephyros finishes his examinations and proposed dissection of Zack the pair finally arrive to the top of the tower. Once everyone gives their okay, Zephyros levitates back up to the second floor of the tower, retracting the stairs and slowly guiding the tower into flight heading south. The party sets up camp on the first floor, given a lack of accommodations your size, and survive mostly on rations and water the next three days.
Nadia and Zack train in the morning, going back and forth at each other with blunted weapons, the sound of steel on steel echoing through the first floor of the tower. Nadaar spends these mornings trying to get caught up on some Giant history from Zephyros, but the Giant does have to spend time concentrating on flying the ship, even if just to make sure the tower doesn't go off course. But Nadaar learns the following about the Giant Caste system known as the Ordning. Giant society (such as it is) is defined in large part by the ordning, a caste system imposed upon the giants by their gods, chief among them Annam the All-Father. The ordning determines where a giant stands among his or her ilk. Traditionally, storm giants have stood at the top of the ordning. Tall and powerful, they struggle to keep the weaker races of giants from despoiling the realms of small folk and sparking conflict. The greatest storm giants are powerful seers, skilled at identifying and interpreting cosmic signs and divine omens. The aloof and aristocratic cloud giants, one step below the storm giants, rarely condescend to deal with lesser giants or small folk, Zephyros being a bit of an outlier in this regard. Extravagance defines their culture and their place in the ordning. Below them are the tyrannical, warmongering fire giants and the merciless, predatory frost giants. Fire giants rank themselves by their forging skill, whereas frost giants rank themselves by their martial prowess. Near the bottom of the ordning are the xenophobic stone giants, who mostly live underground and regard the surface world as a realm of dreams. How well they sculpt stone determines their place among their peers. The lowest and smallest of the true giants are the hill giants, as gluttonous as they are loathsome. Hill giants are dullards who live in fear of their more powerful giant cousins. In hill giant society, the biggest rule. Since the Ordning was smashed and the giant gods silent, each race of giants has been attempting to rebuild the Ordning to their own liking, each wanting to see themselves on top and each with apparently different ideas on how to achieve that. For Zephyros' part, he has been investigating the exact reason the Ordning was smashed by the All-Father, and in doing so hopes to find a way to restore order. Thus far his investigations have only told him that the three of you were to be involved in someway, and that he was not to interfere as much as possible.
In the evening Zack speaks with Zephyros about trying to control his magic. Unfortunately for Zack, it seems Zephyros is not a good teacher. He talks of Magic Theory, the fabric of reality, different planes and other wordly beings, most of it goes over Zack's head and would likely be far to complicated for even advanced students of magic. However he does have Zack practice a few spells, and with each casting Zack's feels more confident in his ability to control his magic. Occasionally a spell backfires, or simply fails to cast at all, but Zephyros shrugs these instances off as growing pains. These sessions are usually cut short however, as Zack finds all but the simplest of spells drain drain his energy. While he seems to be able to cast the simpler spells, such as his blue flame blade or light, as many times as he wants, the more complex spells such as Expeditious Retreat and Shield ware him out after only a few castings. Even if he could train for longer in the day, Zephryos has an unsettling tendency to keep mentioning vivisection when talking to Zack.
(Nadia can add two more training days to her list)
On the third day of your journey, you spot nine very thin and lightly armored humans riding giant vultures. They land atop the cloud, whereupon the humans dismount. All the riders wear steel helms that cover their eyes and resemble stylized bird heads. One of them is equipped with a shoulder bag adorned with a smiling face. The Nine humans enter the tower, leaving the giant vultures outside on the cloud base. The two humans in front who appear to be the leaders give you all an appraising look, seeming more surprised by your presence than anything, but otherwise ignore you all. The one carrying the bag calls out in a loud voice I seek the giant who calls this tower home! Oh Master of the tower, I beseech you to come down and speak with us! We have a proposal we would wish to offer! The call is not immediately answered
When not otherwise learning from Zephyros, or idly observing Nadia's and Zack's training, Nadaar had taken to reinforcing his new blending of martial prowess and inherit knack for the often theatrical usage of magic. There are times when even Rillex is invited to the dance. Although following a poor start the first day, the Dragonborn had taken to holding off such invitations until properly warmed up for the day. Nevertheless, such session were short, and in comparison were not the focus as much as the peculiar habit of shouting at the surrounding heavens.
In between these out bursts, he can be seen noting things down, and then modifying various things in future roars; such as posture, direction, intake of breathe, and even forming focusing cones using his hands or blade. Although so far, whenever heard or witnessed, a feeling of momentary dread or irrational fear is stoked in most that hear it, if only for a moment. Almost as if one had -- for just a moment -- been in the presence of a magnificent dragon; awe-inspiring and terrible at once. Questioning him on it however doesn't yield much more than 'It is the Thu'um, magic of the voice I practice'. More than that always comes out nonsensical, if only because of the esoteric concepts of feeling, sensing, and tasting the flow of magic in the air. Mercifully, none need fear him disturbing others nightly rests.
On the third day, if the armored humans aren't greeted (and by greeted, intercepted would be more accurately) by Zack and Nadia, Nadaar and Rillex are resting atop either a table or literal giant stack of books, their bellies growling as the two stared hungrily at the other. Concluding their most recent back and forth about the blame game in regards to food, the two tiredly crawl into place to peer down at the "ruffians" to enter. "Oi! There master is busy, at the moment. Might we be of assistance 'o rude ones to not have at least knocked on the door?" Nadaar said tiredly before scooching himself over to sit on the edge with draconic feet dangling off the side. "For that matter, just who are you anyhow?"
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The humans glare at Nadaar briefly before talking among themselves briefly. Finally the man replies The door was open, we took this to mean the master of the tower accepts guests. Your presence here does nothing to make me think otherwise. But we have no business with you Dragonborn. The human then calls out once more before receiving a reply. Hmmm? Oh my more guests sorry I was a bit distracted. Hold on a moment! An awkward silence ensues as the humans wait for Zephyros to come down. Some of them stare at Nadaar, whether or not this is meant as an attempt at intimidation, or unease on part of the humans is unclear. After a brief wait Zephyros levitates down to the first floor and greets the humans with open arms. Why hello there! I am the wizard Zephyros, Master of this tower. Who might I have the honor of addressing? The Human approaches the giant confidently and bows to the giant. I am N'von, and my ally here is Amarath He gestures to the human carrying the smiling bag, the others are not yet worthy of having their names spoken and would surely bore you. We represent the great Yan-C-Bin, and seek to allies to his cause. A cloud giant such as yourself would make a splendid ally indeed. We offer you a gift as a show of good faith, The human pulls out a pouch and offers it to Zephyros who takes it and examines the contents, we hope you will choose to ally yourself with our cause. Together, we can help Yan C-Bin return the world to its primordial state, as it was at the dawn of history." Zephyros examines the pouch and looks over the humans considering them carefully. He glances over to the party, not asking for your thoughts but rather seeing if you have anything to say.
Zack had just finished his training with Nadia and at this point, realized he was all but starving. They had forgotten the horses... after everything, and all of his stuff was there, except what he had kept with him.... His stomach had began to growl too when the other group had came in. He watched with curiosity, since he hadn't expected any guest arrivals on this trip. Their behavior and demeanor told him these guys were idiots at best, and rude or dangerous at worst. But still, for ow, he just watched. is this common for Zeph? he wondered to himself, as he was soaked with sweat.
When the man mentioned names and alliances, that piqued his curiosity. Pardon my intrusion into the conversation but.. who exactly is this "Yancy-Bin?" And why does he want to ally with a giant.. or the giants, or whatever?
If his gaze was met with any attempt at threat, he would match their gaze as best he could while hungry.
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The humans give Zack an angry look and reply It's Yan-C-Bin fool! You would do well not to insult our lord with your mispronunciations! As to why he seeks allies among the cloud giants is not your concern! We are having a conversation with the master Zephyros not you!
Nadia wipes the sweat from her brow after their training session, slowly getting the hang of it and improving little by little. She blinks in surprise at the sudden appearance of new folk, and furrows her brows in thought as they speak, her lips soon thinning as well.
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Already hangry from the lack of a morning meal, Nadaar motions for Rillex to flutter out of sight as N'von and Amarath converse with a thankfully fully dressed Zephyros. Which before its end, he carefully navigates his way down to ground level as well. "Forgive me, Master Zephyros! But, I feel I must interject at this point. Because sounds to me as if their desires seem to run counter to your own in regards to that vision you had for us. And thus, I would be remiss to address them."
Any attempt before or after this point to interject out of the courtiers is met by a pointer finger being raised curtly in the universal motion for a moment. "Now, I have heard of your Yan-C Bin, and can appreciate the no doubt many pressures you are under in order to see his dream -- your dream to fruition. To that, I offer these helpful words so that you may move forward with your lives in a most eloquoant and fulfilling fashion." He says smoothly, before folding his hands behind his back and letting his eyes become half-lidded as if carefully considering his next few words.
What comes out next of the dragonborn is not just words, but a roar so fearsome and loud in the halls as to be confused with a live dragon's own. "DROP EVERYTHING! GET THE **** OUT OF HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT! OR SO HELP ME! I WILL ******* EAT YOU ALL!" He yells towards the tell end of his roar, and would try to draw at least one of his Scimitar's to further punctuate his point.
(@Urben: Using Dragon Fear, hopefully having caught them by surprised with it. Both N'von, Amarath, and all the people of their party will have to make a DC 13 Wis Save, or be frightened of Nadaar for the next minute.)
Intimidation: 13.
(For flavor, if nothing else)
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Nadia, as you look over the men it seems they are lightly armed and armored, though not overly so. It's pretty believable that they came here without intent to fight, but are ready just in case. The men in the back seem to be subservient and don't speak and infact ignore you as best as possible. However the men up front are clearly put off by your presence though they also tried to ignore you until spoken to. However you get the feeling that these men, while not here to start trouble, aren't exactly good people either. In fact you have a rather unpleasant feeling telling you not to trust them which is reinforced when Nadaar confronts the group. When Nadaar yells all eyes are drawn on him as he shouts his demands. The one cultist carrying the smiling bag looks unimpressed at Nadaars show and even laughs a bit at the brutish behavior. This seems to reinforce the confidence in the other cultists who are also unphased and soon a chorus of laughter rings out from the rabble before N'von interrupts saying Shut up you fools! Listen uh, sir, we have no quarrel with you and have no wish to start a fight. We will be on our way just as soon as we get an answer and we will be out of your hair uh scales or well you know. So let's just all calm down. Before anyone has a chance to say anything else Zephyros speaks up. I'm sorry gentlemen but I don't believe the goals of your Lord align with my own. As such I'm afraid I will have to politely decline the offer but I do thank you for your visit. The human carrying the bag starts to object. What? You reject the friendship of Yan-C Shut up Amarath! He said no, let's not push our luck. We thank you for you're time Master Zephyros and bid you goodday. It is unfortunate we could not come to an understanding but we will respect your wishes, farewell. The cultist starts to leave and the others follow, Amarath turns around to look at the group and Zephyros one last time before shaking his head and muttering Foolish decision, damn coward. Before finally all the cultists mount back up on their vultures and fly off in the opposite direction. Once the cultist are gone Zephyros hands Nadaar the pouch they offered him. I feel bad keeping their gift after turning down their offer, but it was quite fun to watch you frighten their leader so. Why don't you keep this, you might have more use for it than I. And with that he levitates back up to the 2nd floor to continue flying the tower for the final stretch, you should be arriving about noon tomorrow.
Nadaar is given a pouch containing 10 pinches of Pixie dust One pinch of the pixie dust can substitute for the material components of any enchantment spell of 3rd level or lower. The Pixie dust may also have other magical affects if sprinkled on a creature.
Zack had been just about to respond, with both a snarky retort, and a bit of a laugh, when, of all people, Nadaar stepped up to the plate, to do exactly what he felt Nadaar would berate him for doing. However, he watched it with hungry bemusement. It seemed these people were part of yet another bad group. He had never heard of this guy they followed before. He had however picked up that they were bad in some way when they mentioned bringing it all back to how it was yada yada. Typical propaganda. Much like the military, just with a different goal.
Suddenly, Nadaar begins yelling, and despite his hunger, he raised both brows, and started chuckling quietly at the outburst. This was so out of character for him. Suddenly the other guys started laughing too which only made him want to laugh more, but it reached pinnacle humor when the man who was supposed to be their leaders legs started quaking where he stood. And he began commanding everyone to just leave, and all but falling over himself to do it. As they left, he considered saying 'Don't let Yancy find out you failed' but knew that somehow that would trigger the man.
When they finally left, he would say That was hilarious man. What got into you there? I know they were not on the level or whatever, but I've never actually seen you do that before, hahahaha Either way... I can't wait to land.. Hopefully ma and dad have enough ready for some guests... cause i don't know how much longer we can all get by before this starts to effect us.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(feel free to finish off the day with any rp you want to add in for fluff in and "earlier" section, the day is almost done and so is the trip)
With the cultists gone and Zephyros focused on flying the castle, the last few hours of the day are yours to do with as you please. Soon the sun sets and as the day comes to a close. The following morning you wake up only a few hours from your destination. Zephyros has informed you that he will be dropping you off only a few miles off the main road, as to avoid scaring any locals, and from there it should only be a few hours walk. The time you have left is spent packing up your temporary sleeping area, and before you know it it's time to leave. After proper goodbyes have been exchanged you all make your way down and once safely on land once more the stairs retract and the castle meanders slowly to the North East. A couple of hours of walking later you find yourselves on the main road, from there Zack leads you South towards the Way Inn. You eventually turn down a side road and then another and another, a couple of hours of walking later, as the sun is setting for the day, you see off in the distance a small village, far to small to be on any map. From here you can see farm houses spread apart from one another, a small temple, and even what Zack confirms as being a tavern. There is very little here, certainly nothing to give anyone a reason to visit, at least not normally. As you walk into town, the few people who notice you all look at you with great interest, as its unusual to have visitors here, at this hour, and armed ones at that. So far no one has appeared to recognize Zack, though he does look more grown up than anyone here would likely remember. But Zack does recognize some faces of villagers and a few names, but its late and you don't stop to speak as you're on a mission. Finally the walking comes to an end as you stand outside a small wooden cottage, behind it is a large field of crops, and off to the right a barn and some animal pens. A light shines through one of the windows and smoke rises from a chimney. It's dark now and the air has grown cold and nips at your skin, but Zack is finally home.
By this point it had been at-least two days since any of them had eaten, assuming that Nadia had shared. And it was right then that he realized.. Shit, we forgot the horses.. after everything... ha. ha.. he said aloud when they were halfway through the small town. By now his stomach was growling like an angry wolf, and even he was faltering a bit. But the fact he knew they were so close kept pushing him forward. Despite it all, as they went, he was looking around with a sense of nostalgia. It seemed a few new people had moved in, as he didn't quite recognize everyone's faces, that or maybe more memory issues? The few faces he did recognize made him smile a bit. Seemed old Tabitha was still alive and kicking, seeing her chasing after some kid who was stealing her beets, and caning the hell out of him until he apologized for his theft.
Seemed like Trace was still the only man in town who could make horseshoes. But eventually, they reached the far end. The squat, square building, who's greatest luxury was a chimney was in sight. He paused a moment, to see if his dad had done any expansion on the crops, and it looked like it had grown by about an acre, and Zack looked at his own hands, remembering all the work that he used to do.. weeding, growing, picking, planting... Not to mention all the work with the animals.
His pace had slowed, but he hadn't stopped. My dads a it of a stubborn man, so if he comes off brusque, try not to take offense. He has a certain set of values and he refuses to bend from them in most cases, while my moms a bit more easygoing. And obviously, they're not expecting anyone at this hour, let alone me and guests. Gonna admit, I'm a bit nervous now that I'm finally here. every step bringing them all closer to the door. And when they finally got there, he stood on the porch for about a minute. His hand raised to knock. He didn't seem like he was 'afraid' to knock, as opposed to he was deciding how exactly he was going to approach it.
Finally, he rapped on the door once, twice. Each knock was solid, and at-least for Zack, seemed to be far too loud, likely due to his own mind like someone trying to sneak back into their own house hears every noise amplified when they're trying to be quiet. Tryce and Alice Fair. We've located your son. his tone didn't lend itself to a joke, or an attempted joke. He stood there, stiffly, clearly a bit self conscious as he took to a military 'at attention' pose, with arms behind his back, waiting for them to respond.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
As you know you hear movement from inside the cabin followed by a Who the hell is knocking at this hour. Think you're funny do ya I'll show ya a thing or.. and the door swings open and there stands your father though not as you remember him. His black hair is mostly grey and theres more wrinkles on his face than you remember. You know it's been some time, but he looks like he aged much quicker than you would have expect. You know some of the commanders back in the military had the same look, a look of someone whose been under a lot of stress, probably years worth. He cuts himself off as he stares at you, not quite believing his own eyes. He doesn't even seem to notice Nadaar or Nadia. Z...Zack? But the soldiers said you died. We had a funeral and...he then pulls you into a hug and squeezes tightly. He may look old and frail but his strength certainly hasn't waned, in fact you think he might actually be a bit stronger than the last time you saw him. For a while he just holds you close as tears well up in his eyes. You've never seen your father cry before you suddenly realize. He then puts his hands on your shoulders and looks you over as If you make sure you were real. What in the Nine Hells is wrong with you boy! You run off to join the army without so much as a word, make us worry with hardly a letter to show for it! Then some soldiers come to our door one day, saying you were killed while out on some mission. But this whole time you're alive and you haven't written or anything! He then pulls you in for an even tighter hug, as if he was scared if he let go you might dissapeare. It's good to have you back son. And for the first time he seems to notice Nadia and Nadaar. He let's you go, wiping away tears and trying to act like he totally wasn't just crying. Ah, um, so who are your friends? Ah but don't stand out in the cold come in and sit by the fire.
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Air Ship Howls Floating Mordenkenien's MagnifZyphros' Castle....Nadaar is emitting a throaty rumble as the other's laugh, and had the leader not acted, someone would've definitely tasted either steel or fang before the day was out. But the man had, and even in his hunger deprieved state, the dragonborn only glared and watched them leave with his grip tightening on scimitar handle to the point of bones letting out audible pops. Even once out of sight Nadaar anger remain palatable in the air. The offering from Zephyros appears to mollify him. Sort of. At the veyr least he took the gift without biting the hand.
Then came Zack, who too initially received a flash of annoyance before the Dragonborn's expression finally softened into one more akin to.... embarrassment? Defeat? Sorrow? It's hard to read on so alien a face compared to the more mammalian kind, but he answered after taking few minutes to rub at his throat. "... Hunger." And that's all he would say before wandering off to treat a rather hoarse voice.
Forgot to post this last time, but the inital roar came out close to this:
Since the "incident" Nadaar has largely kept to himself or the company of Rillex. Never once did he ask the others for food, feeling it was his own fault for not having been more thorough. But considering most of what he had was either appropriated from goblins or given by Morak, the guilt all the more sealed his tongue on the matter. Perking up considerably once on the ground, He perks up considerably once on the ground, and is even willing to answer more than the nods and grunts up until then.
"You... Why would you.... *sigh*.... You're a cruel man, you know that?" He quietly and lightly admonishes before the door opens if Zack had given his last name before. And if not, he only looks confused and maybe inwardly annoyed over having been roped into something before getting a meal back in the Inn. Either which way, even Nadaar cannot help but let his expression soften over the reunion. The instant his thoughts began to drift in the direction of imagining his own familial reunion, it hardens for a second, and then is masked over by one carefreeness. "Nadaar of the Golden Tongue, sirrah. Traveling Lorekeeper, at your service, and wishing to thank you for your hospitality.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
At first, he just stood there, letting his father take stock of the situation, knowing it would be better that way. He simply kept a small smile on his face the entire time. It wasn't until his father finally came forward to hug him, that Zack, now much taller than his dad, would give the old man a hug. Squeezing just a bit in response as the hug got tighter. And patting him on the back. Its sort of a long story, I'll tell you once inside. I want Mom to hear this too. And its nice to be back, father. he couldn't help but chuckle just a it, when his dads tunnel vision ended and he noticed there were others.
And the other one is Nadia, I don't really know how to describe her to you guys, we're kind of in a weird place.. a good place though. And as Nadaar said, he is that. I've been travelling with them both for a few weeks now. Shuffling inside when the offer was extended, glad to be out of the cold, even with winter clothing. And.. I hate to be like this.. but are there any leftovers? Or salted meats? My friends and I haven't eaten in the last .. maybe two days do to some.. lack of foresight. his expression fell back to his usual 'ehehe' closed eyes, as he petted the back of his own neck in embarrassment.
He took a moment, once inside to look around, noticing that his mother wasn't there to greet them either, especially after all the commotion moments ago. Speaking of, did Mom already go to bed?
Occassional Dungeon Master.
When Nadia is introduced she nods in greeting to Zacks father and giving a simple greeting. At the mention of your mother Zack you see your father's face sink. Ah, but of course you're probably all starving. You two sit by the fire, ah Nadia and Nadaar it was? I'll bring out some food. And Zack your mother is out back, just give me a second. Zack's father goes into the another room and grabs a few clay plates and puts out some dried meat and fresh vegetables. It ain't much but it'll keep you on your feet. Son, let your friends stay here and eat, let's go see your mother. He takes Zack gently by the arm leading him out the front door. You follow him around the back of the cottage and follow him as he takes out towards the fields. You think it's a bit odd she would be out working the field so late. Eventually you pass the fields entirely and end at an old willow tree at the very edge of the property that you remember running to as a kid when you didn't want to work or were about to get in trouble for something. The cottage itself is now well out of ear shot, so it was always a good place to go to get away from things. Underneath the willow tree are two grave markers. One Labled "Zack", and the other labeled "Alice". Your father just stares at the grave, trying to gold back tears. She probably knew right away you were still alive when she didn't find you on the other side. I wish she had some way of telling me. I...would have looked for you if I knew. They told us you died. She didn't handle it well. Then winter came, it was particularly harsh last year and she got sick. Then before I knew it...he trails off for a bit and wiped away a few tears. I'm sorry son, but she would be happy to know you're okay.
He would have helped his dad set the table, he was atleast a relatively good son afterall. Sorry for suddenly imposing, especially for three stomachs. His brow furrowing only deeper when his father said she was out back. Why would she be out there at a time like this? Even hard workers need to know when to call it a night. But.. he had a sinking feeling. That feeling you get when your body knows whats going to happen next before you mind realizes it. Something was off.
Zack nodded and waved to the N's in an 'I'll be right back' sort of way before he followed his father out the door, and the sensation only grew as they moved out farther from the house. Just before the graves came into sight, he realized it. There was no reason for hr to be out this far, at this time, in this weather. But he soldiered on until they got there, and his dad explained the situation in his own way. When he began to falter, Zacks eyes shot down, ashamed. But, he pulled his dad in for another hug and just said Go ahead and cry dad. I won't judge you any less for it. You .. deserve some release. I'm... sorry. I wish I had known, I might have done things a little differently... His voice was quiet as he spoke. And you have nothing to apologize for. It wasn't something you could have prevented.. and if anything it's my fault. his hug weakened as he spoke the last words but didn't cease.
I suppose I should explain myself. And the fact you never got letters... he sighed as he looked at his mothers gravestone. Whispering out another "I'm sorry" into the night. He let silence hang in the air for several minutes. Not quite sure exactly where to start, before eventually starting to talk again. His voice was a little weaker, and less cheerful than it had been initially, and he felt even more bad about his introduction, even if it was the only way he knew that his 'pops' would answer the door. Releasing his dad then so he could explain...
It feels like such a weak excuse now, considering.. But as you know, back then, back when I was little, we'd get the occasional visitor. Soldier or adventurer passing through, and I'd hear of their heroism. Some of them eventually becoming legends in their own right. Someone people could look to for hope.. a hero, someone who does the right thing when it's needed. And back then, I thought to myself Thats what I want to be, not stuck on a farm... so when I came of age, knowing.. you, and especially Ma.. I knew if I told you, I'd get told no right away. That it was.. too dangerous, or.. something like that. So... I stowawayed on one of the soldiers caravans.I probably should have written more on the note than "I'm leaving to find my place in the world." he said, closing his eyes, regret clearly written across it - his head sinking farther down.
But I left to join the army. To make a name for myself, and become someone others could look up to, even if I wasn't perfect at it. A lot happened.. we mostly did patrols while I was taught how to fight, and we came across carious raiders and the like. But something happened while I was there. And I'm starting to think it may be linked to something else I can't explain because.. I don't know it myself. But I wrote you both letters no less than once per tenday, and often more... so if you never got them....
at this point, he seems to lose himself in thought for a moment, wondering if the events he can't remember, and the letters never reaching their destination were connected. Sure.. occasionally a letter may have been lost for one reason or another.. but every single one? no... There are parts of my memory that are fuzzy, or completely black. Something happened while I was there. And I'm starting to think that they must have reported my death to you all around that time. I can't really connect the dots.. but for some reason, me and my C.O. were having to run from the army, and well.. he gave his life to save mine. So that means the military must be doing something they don't want to be found out... And I'm starting to think I know what it is.. Some kind of experiment involving me, and probably others, including my C.O.... because.. I've started to show powers I never had before. he would say, walking over to his mothers gravemarker, touching it, and it immediately began to glow with Light the sphere associated with the spell glowing through his skin at the casting.
Pulling His weapon out then, and igniting it for several moments with his blue flame. The flames however, didn't harm the sword in the slightest. And with every casting of the spell, his eyes glowed a little brighter before dimming. It was at this point, his father would likely notice his eyes were glowing at all times, even if only dimly. After.. we escaped... I chose not to send you any letters out of fear they'd be intercepted and that might lead them to think I had gone to you, or was planning to. I was trying to protect you and Ma... and I thought you all had gotten the rest... I'm sorry again dad... And I'm sorry Ma that you didn't get to see me one last time... I just hope you see me now, from wherever you are, and that I've managed to make you at-least a little proud. his voice cracked a little as he neared the end of that sentence, swallowing as his voice quivered just a bit, in an attempt to steady it before continuing with the biggest sigh he had ever done.
In fact... me and my friends should probably leave soon, just in case... I always intended to come back, but I wanted to come back as someone you could be proud of. I.. Didn't think.. that.. he steadied himself again, to not lose himself in the sadness he was fighting down. His eyes were becoming moist and that moisture was cooling quickly into a light frost. If any soldiers come here, just tell them that I'm dead, and that it was them who told you. Put your .. pepper on it too to make it more convincing. And.. My friends and I got involved with the Zhentarim - Killing some of them, not joining their cause...- so if someone with a snake tatoo or that just admits they're a Zhent, looking for me.. same story.. as far as you know, I'm dead, and have been for years. And you haven't seen me since. Show them this.. to make it more believable and I'm sure they'll leave you be. Better safe than sorry, at-least.
At this point, he allowed his father to interject or respond in whatever way he needed to. Listening intently as he looked on at his mothers grave, that still glowed softly in the night. When his dad was done, though, he'd add in... And, I need your advice on something...
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Your dad embraces you and one again holds you tight as if he was afraid you would run off again. He finally lets his tears go as he holds you. You've never seen your father like this but, given the fact he lost your mother and thought he lost you before that, and has likely been working the farm himself this whole time, it's no one he seems like a different person. As you explain the circumstances of your departure, and more recent events, he simply stands there listening to you. His face goes sad at the mention of you leaving so soon after you just came back, and he looks on in amazement as you cast spells, something he clearly never thought he would see from you, but he lets you finish before he says anything. It takes him a moment to unpack everything you just told him, but finally he puts his hand on your shoulder and says Son, I understand why you left. And you're not entirely wrong, if you had told me or your mother we probably would have tried all we could to keep you here. It's a dangerous world out there son, and we worried about you everyday. But look at you, you're your own man now. I'm proud of you and I'm sure your mother is as well. And I just can't believe you can use magic like that! It's unlike anything I've seen, and I never thought anyone in our family would ever be doing much beyond picking crops or raising cattle. But, the army, these...experiments or whatever...they caused that? And why you can't remember some things? Are you sure? Son I'm sure I don't need to tell you but that's a serious accusation...I'd be careful who you tell that too. Are you sure you weren't just injured badly? Maybe took a bad hit to the head and they took you somewhere for treatment...He pauses as he says that, the look on his face clearly showing he doesn't really believe that. After all. if they sent you to be healed from an injury then why come saying you were dead? And these Zhenter..ah..Zhents or whatever...I'm not sure who they are but I trust if you...killed some of them...you had good reason to. If their bad people they could be dangerous...by the morning lord son what troubles have you gotten yourself into with those wild fantasies of yours! Ah but what's done is done. But if you must go please be careful. And write home! Use private couriers none of those military types! If you can let me know where I can write back to, don't worry about putting me in any danger either. If any of those types come snooping around here for you they'll get shown the businesses end of my pitchfork! He then goes silent once more before finally saying. Well you at least have to spend the night here. Your room is the same as ya left it. Your mother couldn't bear to change anything, and after she left us I found I couldn't either. Your friends are welcome to sleep in the cottage but I ain't got no spare beds or nuthin'. Godrick still runs the tavern, still charging a silver a night for the spare rooms there. If they're desperate for a bed or drink they can always head his way. As far as I know he only has one guest at the moment so there should still be room for them if they want. You should head there too before you leave, stock up on some food. Seriously...two days with no food what is wrong with you boy! Even as he chastises you its clear it comes from a place of love and worry for your well-being. So, what you need advice on then?