Upon returning to the monastery at the end of the last airship adventure, Vignette was called to appear in front of Abbess Syncletica:
“My child, you’ve returned from your rumspringa. Have you determined what path Dol-Arrah has laid out before you? Are you prepared to take your Vows of the Order?”
“No ma’am. Dol-Arrah ‘as not spoken ter me through de Prophets, an’ whispered ter me waaat she desires av me. Waaat shall oi do?”
After a long minute of pondering in silence, Mother Abbess continues:
“We’ve received a summons for assistance from a friend of the monastery, Sergeant Germaine Vilroy of the Sharn Watch. Madam Vilroy has, in the past, offered unwavering support to the monastery in the form of political cover in the house wars. I wish to honor Madam Vilroy’s request. Perhaps I should send you? Perhaps Dol-Arrah will whisper to you her plans and desires for your future?”
“Aye, Abbess Syncletica, your will will be done.”
NOW
Vignette, letter clutched tightly in hand, stands atop the soaring Lyrandar Tower, nervously looking around for the Sergeant.
Hearing Cora’s voice and feeling her movements from the other side of the bed roused Bea awake, albeit very sluggishly. She was still curled up in bed even when the rogue had left the room until finally the gears in her brain started turning and told her to wake up. With a stretch, the blonde sits up and gets ready for the day, joining the others with her usual happy demeanor and wishing everyone a good morning, invitation sticking right out from her cleavage with no shame.
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
As darkness descends on the city, you see windows light up the towers around you from bottom to top. A cool wind whisks between you, drowning out the other noises of the city. A nearby lift rises, carrying a human in her mid-thirties with close cropped black hair and a glowing pipe in her mouth. Germaine gives a wry smile as she nods to you all, saying,
“Thanks for coming. I have an appointment to meet with a warforged named Coal, who claims to have knowledge of a crime being committed in Old Sharn. I want you all to meet with Coal first and see if what she says adds up. I'm worried that, with my status as a Watch sergeant, my presence will call undue attention and endanger Coal. Basically, she's a witness. I can't endanger her by being near her just yet. I can give you each 25 gp each now and another 50 gp each if you bring in Coal. I can provide the location of the Cog Carnival, a bar in High Walls frequented by warforged, and the appointed meeting time. I can't tell you any more right now."
Coal is a female warforged. You can't miss her. Apparently she witnessed a crime, and before the authorities rush in, Germain wants to send us in to see if we can find out information first.
Athela nods thoughtfully from her wheelchair. "Find her, keep her safe, ask her questions. Sounds interesting. I'm in." She raises an eyebrow at her sister.
"I'm here!" Mialee d'Medani would huff and puff, bent over, trying to catch her breath. She'd stand back up clutching a stitch in her side. She'd look around at the others before realizing she probably should have been quieter. "I'm here..." she whispers. "Family sent letter." The half elf lifts the letter. "I'm in." and she goes back to catching some breath from running all the way here.
Bea gently pats Mia on the shoulder. "Glad you could make it here, hun." She then looks to Germain with a smile. "I'm in too, I suppose!"
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"You alright there, you look a little winded, sister."Cora patted your back, teasing you.
Sharn’s neighborhood of High Walls in Lower Tavick’s Landing is a district mostly enclosed by walls. All of the bridges from other districts to High Walls have massive, magically warded gates that can be sealed at a moment’s notice. Each gate incorporates a fortified Sharn Watch station. The neighborhood is home to refugees of the Last War, mainly the displaced peoples of Cyre. The stench of body odor, garbage, and tobacco mix together in the streets. High walls cut this district’s crumbling, vandalized buildings off from the rest of Sharn, though towers rise over the walls like imposing sentries. Many people stand idly on street corners, eying you suspiciously and keeping to themselves.
It is a simple matter to find the Cog Carnival, and just about any resident can give directions. It’s the only warforged bar in the neighborhood.
THE COG CARNIVAL
The Cog Carnival is a dilapidated warforged dive bar. The bar has a crumbling stone outside marred with graffiti that says things like, “Forged Are Scrap!” and “Leave, Metalheads!” Ingot, a neutral warforged soldier with a carved chunk of wood replacing a severed foot, collects a cover fee from creatures that enter the room. Warforged can enter the building for free, but other humanoids must pay 5 cp each.
Smoky, low flames in a fireplace barely illuminate the cracked stone walls and filthy floor of this establishment. The single-room space is crowded with warforged with severed digits or limbs, scars, burns, and other wounds. Other warforged in the area are gathered around traditional dice, card, dart, and board games as well as carnival competitions such as throwing metal rings onto posts, tossing a ball at a tower of weighted iron cups hard enough to make them fall down, and striking a homemade machine hard enough with a hammer to make it ring a bell.
A small bar in the corner serves cheap ale. Behind this bar, a warforged bartender shouts jeers at patrons losing games. Cora looked around suspiciously, always wary of danger and strange places.
Willow nods with an amused smile. "Definantly interesting. I'm in if you are sister. You know that too." On the way, Willow will eye the people staring at them back, almost giving off an aura to buzz off or face her verbal wrath. Her tail swishes calmly behind her and her ears flick. She offers the rest of the group a smile. "Welcome back Mia. Better late than never."
Now:
Willow glances around the bar curiously, keeping an eye out for any signs of the specific Warforged they were looking for. "Shall we just shout for her? Or does anyone else have a better method?" Willow can't help her attention getting caught occasionally by the games, specifically the ball everyone seems to be throwing. She leans to whisper to Athela. "Is it just me or do all of those seem to be strength focused?"
Athela nods. "Definitely. But hey, their tavern, their games. Let's see if someone matches her description before we go shouting the witness's identity to the crowd." She looks around for someone matching Coal's description.
"Warforged aren't really treated that well here," Athela explains quietly. "There are a lot of people who think that now that the war's over, the warforged should be destroyed, even though they're fully sentient creatures."
"Well that seems a little harsh.."Cora said, looking around, taken back to a time where she build a robot with Astrid's help. She was surprised she remembered such a memory, seeing as how OU812 lived thousands of years ago.
Athela shrugs. "They did a lot of damage in the Last War...I guess it's just easier to blame a creature made of metal for its misdeeds than someone who looks like you."
"Thanks ladies." Mia would flash a genuine smile to the girls. It's good to see them again.
Entering the bar, Mia would easily get distracted by all the games. Maybe I might actually be good at some of these... She'd simply follow her companions, sticking close to them so she wouldn't wonder off. So many warforged... they're all so unique...
On the way to the bar, Vignette is taken aback by all the poverty. It breaks her heart that she can't stop and help out those in need! Once in the bar, though, she's all business. Vignette will pay everyone's cover charge (5cp x 6). As she approaches Coal, she'll gently introduce herself: "A coin for yer thoughts, madam? Ye' wouldn't 'appen ter be a Miss Coal?"
EARLIER
Upon returning to the monastery at the end of the last airship adventure, Vignette was called to appear in front of Abbess Syncletica:
“My child, you’ve returned from your rumspringa. Have you determined what path Dol-Arrah has laid out before you? Are you prepared to take your Vows of the Order?”
“No ma’am. Dol-Arrah ‘as not spoken ter me through de Prophets, an’ whispered ter me waaat she desires av me. Waaat shall oi do?”
After a long minute of pondering in silence, Mother Abbess continues:
“We’ve received a summons for assistance from a friend of the monastery, Sergeant Germaine Vilroy of the Sharn Watch. Madam Vilroy has, in the past, offered unwavering support to the monastery in the form of political cover in the house wars. I wish to honor Madam Vilroy’s request. Perhaps I should send you? Perhaps Dol-Arrah will whisper to you her plans and desires for your future?”
“Aye, Abbess Syncletica, your will will be done.”
NOW
Vignette, letter clutched tightly in hand, stands atop the soaring Lyrandar Tower, nervously looking around for the Sergeant.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Hearing Cora’s voice and feeling her movements from the other side of the bed roused Bea awake, albeit very sluggishly. She was still curled up in bed even when the rogue had left the room until finally the gears in her brain started turning and told her to wake up. With a stretch, the blonde sits up and gets ready for the day, joining the others with her usual happy demeanor and wishing everyone a good morning, invitation sticking right out from her cleavage with no shame.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
As darkness descends on the city, you see windows light up the towers around you from bottom to top. A cool wind whisks between you, drowning out the other noises of the city. A nearby lift rises, carrying a human in her mid-thirties with close cropped black hair and a glowing pipe in her mouth. Germaine gives a wry smile as she nods to you all, saying,
“Thanks for coming. I have an appointment to meet with a warforged named Coal, who claims to have knowledge of a crime being committed in Old Sharn. I want you all to meet with Coal first and see if what she says adds up. I'm worried that, with my status as a Watch sergeant, my presence will call undue attention and endanger Coal. Basically, she's a witness. I can't endanger her by being near her just yet. I can give you each 25 gp each now and another 50 gp each if you bring in Coal. I can provide the location of the Cog Carnival, a bar in High Walls frequented by warforged, and the appointed meeting time. I can't tell you any more right now."
“Any idea waaat dis Coal looks loike? How do we identify 'er?”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Coal is a female warforged. You can't miss her. Apparently she witnessed a crime, and before the authorities rush in, Germain wants to send us in to see if we can find out information first.
Athela nods thoughtfully from her wheelchair. "Find her, keep her safe, ask her questions. Sounds interesting. I'm in." She raises an eyebrow at her sister.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"I'm here!" Mialee d'Medani would huff and puff, bent over, trying to catch her breath. She'd stand back up clutching a stitch in her side. She'd look around at the others before realizing she probably should have been quieter. "I'm here..." she whispers. "Family sent letter." The half elf lifts the letter. "I'm in." and she goes back to catching some breath from running all the way here.
just an unstable unicorn.
Bea gently pats Mia on the shoulder. "Glad you could make it here, hun." She then looks to Germain with a smile. "I'm in too, I suppose!"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"You alright there, you look a little winded, sister." Cora patted your back, teasing you.
Sharn’s neighborhood of High Walls in Lower Tavick’s Landing is a district mostly enclosed by walls. All of the bridges from other districts to High Walls have massive, magically warded gates that can be sealed at a moment’s notice. Each gate incorporates a fortified Sharn Watch station. The neighborhood is home to refugees of the Last War, mainly the displaced peoples of Cyre. The stench of body odor, garbage, and tobacco mix together in the streets. High walls cut this district’s crumbling, vandalized buildings off from the rest of Sharn, though towers rise over the walls like imposing sentries. Many people stand idly on street corners, eying you suspiciously and keeping to themselves.
It is a simple matter to find the Cog Carnival, and just about any resident can give directions. It’s the only warforged bar in the neighborhood.
THE COG CARNIVAL
The Cog Carnival is a dilapidated warforged dive bar. The bar has a crumbling stone outside marred with graffiti that says things like, “Forged Are Scrap!” and “Leave, Metalheads!” Ingot, a neutral warforged soldier with a carved chunk of wood replacing a severed foot, collects a cover fee from creatures that enter the room. Warforged can enter the building for free, but other humanoids must pay 5 cp each.
Smoky, low flames in a fireplace barely illuminate the cracked stone walls and filthy floor of this establishment. The single-room space is crowded with warforged with severed digits or limbs, scars, burns, and other wounds. Other warforged in the area are gathered around traditional dice, card, dart, and board games as well as carnival competitions such as throwing metal rings onto posts, tossing a ball at a tower of weighted iron cups hard enough to make them fall down, and striking a homemade machine hard enough with a hammer to make it ring a bell.
A small bar in the corner serves cheap ale. Behind this bar, a warforged bartender shouts jeers at patrons losing games. Cora looked around suspiciously, always wary of danger and strange places.
Earlier
Willow nods with an amused smile. "Definantly interesting. I'm in if you are sister. You know that too." On the way, Willow will eye the people staring at them back, almost giving off an aura to buzz off or face her verbal wrath. Her tail swishes calmly behind her and her ears flick. She offers the rest of the group a smile. "Welcome back Mia. Better late than never."
Now:
Willow glances around the bar curiously, keeping an eye out for any signs of the specific Warforged they were looking for. "Shall we just shout for her? Or does anyone else have a better method?" Willow can't help her attention getting caught occasionally by the games, specifically the ball everyone seems to be throwing. She leans to whisper to Athela. "Is it just me or do all of those seem to be strength focused?"
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Athela nods. "Definitely. But hey, their tavern, their games. Let's see if someone matches her description before we go shouting the witness's identity to the crowd." She looks around for someone matching Coal's description.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
You see a female warforged sitting alone at the bar that fits her description. She's missing her right arm, just like the description describes.
"Shall we?" Athela starts to roll herself over.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Cora makes a motion that clearly says after you, ma'dam. "Lots of machines in here. What is this place, some sort of..refuge?"
"Warforged aren't really treated that well here," Athela explains quietly. "There are a lot of people who think that now that the war's over, the warforged should be destroyed, even though they're fully sentient creatures."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"Well that seems a little harsh.." Cora said, looking around, taken back to a time where she build a robot with Astrid's help. She was surprised she remembered such a memory, seeing as how OU812 lived thousands of years ago.
Athela shrugs. "They did a lot of damage in the Last War...I guess it's just easier to blame a creature made of metal for its misdeeds than someone who looks like you."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"Thanks ladies." Mia would flash a genuine smile to the girls. It's good to see them again.
Entering the bar, Mia would easily get distracted by all the games. Maybe I might actually be good at some of these... She'd simply follow her companions, sticking close to them so she wouldn't wonder off. So many warforged... they're all so unique...
just an unstable unicorn.
On the way to the bar, Vignette is taken aback by all the poverty. It breaks her heart that she can't stop and help out those in need! Once in the bar, though, she's all business. Vignette will pay everyone's cover charge (5cp x 6). As she approaches Coal, she'll gently introduce herself: "A coin for yer thoughts, madam? Ye' wouldn't 'appen ter be a Miss Coal?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Who wants to know?" she says in reply.