Ohh,Ura thinks, sticking her head out of the wagon and reading the air. She quickly warms up to the idea that anyone could be giving any official from the city of Cathaan a hard time. Well, the enemy of my enemy, she figures, hopping off of the wagon and walking slowly forward, head down, and actually looking forward to a little payback for Cathaan's warm greeting to her arrival, petty as it might be.
"Well... in a way we are seeking refuge," she says piteously, looking up with large eyes at the red-bedecked guard from Shinra. "There was an ambush on the road... a family of goblins was slaughtered earlier," she says truthfully. No need to tell them who finished the job after the initial ambush, though.
"They killed a wee little baby goblin! Arrow right through the throat," she says piteously. The choking up here is real, at least.
"We dropped some of our cargo at the ambush site to rescue the one survivor we found and try to bring him on our cart with us here, but he was understandably upset about the loss of his family when he woke, and left just before the gates. I... I just don't feel safe out there in the wilds of Cathaan,"Ura says. "Baby-murderers, running wild in the forest! Please... let us in. We just want to feel safe again. The nation of Shinra can do that for us, right?"
Uthal mutters something about not caring about either nation but it's so flavoured with Giant that it's hard to make out. He then continues, "We tried to bring small green one with us but he no want be near humans. Had to throw boxes on road to make room. He so small and sad me could not just leave poor green skin there." He figures if people here are anything like the last city they'll be willing to believe the giant is dumb and that may give him an edge.
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Ura Deception plus advantage from Uthal’s help: 12
With Uthal’s assistance, Ura’s ploy was received with the absolute confidence of both guard’s. “Poor creatures. They may have been the group that had just left this morning, at first light. It’s such a pity, but only goes to show the type of treatment you face when traveling to roads of Cathaan.”
The northern guard, taken back by the stab at his nation’s reputation. “We can’t protect every single foreigner that’s been flooding our nation! Maybe if Shinra didn’t do willfully push out it’s less desirables into our kingdom, such things wouldn’t happen. I just thank the gods that the royals did not fall victim to the same. They were on the road as well.” While accepting it with much less compassion, the northern guard believed your intentions you be true; with a good chance of the belief aligning with a natural prejudice of the Uthal, as a Goliath, being too dumb to even know how to lie.
”However, thank you for alerting us to the mess on our roads. But I return to my earlier question. What business brings you here? Currently only approved travel can pass out of Cathaan.”
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Persuasion: 7 Sitting on the front bench of the wagon, Anearis perks up.
"We are carrying goods from my master to Koruscant. These people here are my hired escort. After today, I see that I was right to hire them. We could have been the ones getting ambushed on the road. Though I pity this goblin family’s fate, I thank the gods for having spared us."
He takes a moment to look at his three travel companions as he says that.
"I didn’t know the royal family had left the capital. Where could they have gone?"
“Coin does not discriminate. All merchants, even those from Cathaan, are always welcome in Korusant. As for the ‘royals’” As he says the word ‘royals’ the guard let go of his spear, and raised both hands, making a straight up fist with each, but motioned with both pointer and middle fingers, as if attempting to sign ‘quotations’, but in the air. “A small entourage of them came through and headed for the priory.”
”Not that that’s necessarily any business of yours. But if you’re an approved trader, I assume you have a border pass. I’m not allowed to permit you through without verifying.”
Anearis had spoken confidently and solidly enough that neither guard had any reason to think what he said was anything but the truth. The tone the north guard used during the request for the border pass seemed to be more a required procedure than him requiring further convincing.
The north guard leaned in, to read the document that was presented, and looked between Anearis and the paper, contentedly.
“Of course, who else, but the Archmeister, would hire a band of misfit-creatures, to deliver his goods.” There was a hint of disapproval, in his voice that the guard, who had never even met you before that moment, was being forced to allow you entrance, against his will. Regardless, he stepped back to allow passage into the bridge. “Welcome to Midgar. If you’re staying to night, before continuing on to Korusant, I believe you’ll find accommodations in the southern district, more to your liking...” As he turned and made his way back to his shack, you could hear him mutter, “...with the rest of the rift-raft.”
”Of course, the southern part of town is always open to those in need. Personally, I suggest the Maiden’s Bossom. It’s a bit pricey, but worth it. And I’m sure that price is of no consenquence to an employ of the Archmeister.” He turns and points straight down the center of the bridge, towards the town. “That spire there, is the Arbitrator’s home. Just keep following that and the Maiden’s Bossom will be right across the south street.” The south guard then followed suit, and to returned to his guard shack.
After they're safely out of the guards hearing Uthal turns to the others. "Next time that guard needs a lesson about manners. Maybe a good wack upside the head, make that stupid helmet ring for a while."
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No sooner, had Uthal finished his words, that a voice called out to the party, from in front of them. “Noneshall pass!”
Approximately a third of the way across the bridge (20-30 feet from the edge where the party was first stopped by the guards), a knight stepped out in front of the party’s path. He had been previously conversing with two very well dressed gnomes, whom began making their way towards the city, as he parted their company.
The knight, now standing in your way, is wore a black garb draped over his shoulders and running down his chest and front, ending just about his knees. Two red stripes, one horizontal, one vertical run the length of this perspective center lines of the garb itself, intersecting at the center, and almost forming a red cross. His armor, also an off-black color, nearly matching that of the garb.
His helm bore a series of parallel slots where his eyes would be, but only darkness was beyond. He stood there, hands resting on the hilt of a long sword, still within a loose scabbard, the tip of which held against the ground in front of him.
Ura, already in a bad mood from the guard treatment, sees the next irritation pop up and get in their way. „Oh for the love of—„ she swears under her breath.
Leaning forward and cupping her hands over her mouth, she shouts towards the guard huts at the top of her lungs: „Hey! Are there any laws in Midgar against dealing with this kind of shit ourselves?“
In response to Ura’s call, the north guard pokes his head out, and looks towards the party, however when his eyes fall upon the black knight, he silently pulls his head back in.
The knight repeats himself again, “None shall pass...”
He takes a step forward around walks around the wagon’s horses, patting them as he does, while he dragged the sword along. He nods to Ander as he walks past. “Guess getting your face stomped in by an elephant, would cause some memory loss.”
The knight continues around, ignoring Uthal and Ura, for the time being, and stops next to the wagon where Anearis sat. “None shall pass...without stopping to say hello again, of course.” The knight let out a chuckle, and as he did so, some light smoke bellowed from beneath his helm before dissipating into the air. “Your arrangement with Sol must have worked out after all. But he’s not with you?”
With a look of recognition on his face, Anearis salutes the knight. He then turns to Ander to explain.
"I met Ser D’armes when I arrived in Cathaan. He’s the one who introduced me to Master Solomon."
He goes back to the man in black armor. He’s somewhat surprised to see him here.
"It’s good to see you again, Ser D’armes. You seem well. The Archmeister didn’t come with us after all. There was a change of plan after everything that happened in the city. I don’t know if you’ve heard."
“I met the boy shortly after our meeting, actually.” D’armes turned to answer Ander, before returning to converse with Anearis.
”I left late that night. When they cancelled the tournament, all competitors who were staying on the grounds were ‘displaced’, and while I could easily have just found a room somewhere, I decided to return to my post instead,” he said, while motioning with a wide swoop of his arm, to the city behind him.
“Later, why don’t you stop by. We’ll have a cup of tea, and discuss whatever it is, I may have missed. Your friends are welcome, even Ser Ander.” The knight nodded at Uthal and Ura. While it couldn’t be seen behind the covered face of his helm, it was likely, a joking wink accompanied his mention of Ander.
"Huh," Ura says under her breath to Uthal. "Those two make some strange friends, don't they? I'm glad I'm not a part of any insular noble society, or whatever it is that makes these guys act all strange. Or maybe gathering too much money to your name makes you touched in the head? We should probably try to make sure Ander and Anaeris don't end up earning fancy public titles, or they may end up like all the other rich folk we've met." She considers for a moment. "Well, Solomon wasn't too bad I guess. But everybody else has been a poster child for therapy, if you ask me."
The knight takes a step back. While although his position next to the wagon didn’t inhibit it’s ability to move forward, he did so anyways as a gesture of courtesy, to let the party know that they were free to go about their way.
The bridge way ahead was now clear, and while although still on the bridge itself, the road it leads to, winding into the city is visible. A road ran perpendicular to their current path that seemed to run north and south along the river barrier.
If the party were to continue straight, it would lead through several single and double story buildings, before reaching a roundabout, encircling a fountain, beyond which grander buildings stood, though for what was beyond that, the party would have to approach and discover themselves.
Ura walks up towards the cart and looks up to Anaeris. "Hey,"she says quietly, pitching her voice so that only Anaeris and anyone else close by the cart can hear her question. "How far will your paperwork take us? I feel like we should maybe check out this town a little and see if the *****y B's were really the ones to ambush that goblin caravan while fleeing from Cathaan."
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Ohh, Ura thinks, sticking her head out of the wagon and reading the air. She quickly warms up to the idea that anyone could be giving any official from the city of Cathaan a hard time. Well, the enemy of my enemy, she figures, hopping off of the wagon and walking slowly forward, head down, and actually looking forward to a little payback for Cathaan's warm greeting to her arrival, petty as it might be.
"Well... in a way we are seeking refuge," she says piteously, looking up with large eyes at the red-bedecked guard from Shinra. "There was an ambush on the road... a family of goblins was slaughtered earlier," she says truthfully. No need to tell them who finished the job after the initial ambush, though.
"They killed a wee little baby goblin! Arrow right through the throat," she says piteously. The choking up here is real, at least.
"We dropped some of our cargo at the ambush site to rescue the one survivor we found and try to bring him on our cart with us here, but he was understandably upset about the loss of his family when he woke, and left just before the gates. I... I just don't feel safe out there in the wilds of Cathaan," Ura says. "Baby-murderers, running wild in the forest! Please... let us in. We just want to feel safe again. The nation of Shinra can do that for us, right?"
Uthal mutters something about not caring about either nation but it's so flavoured with Giant that it's hard to make out. He then continues, "We tried to bring small green one with us but he no want be near humans. Had to throw boxes on road to make room. He so small and sad me could not just leave poor green skin there." He figures if people here are anything like the last city they'll be willing to believe the giant is dumb and that may give him an edge.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Ura Deception plus advantage from Uthal’s help: 12
With Uthal’s assistance, Ura’s ploy was received with the absolute confidence of both guard’s. “Poor creatures. They may have been the group that had just left this morning, at first light. It’s such a pity, but only goes to show the type of treatment you face when traveling to roads of Cathaan.”
The northern guard, taken back by the stab at his nation’s reputation. “We can’t protect every single foreigner that’s been flooding our nation! Maybe if Shinra didn’t do willfully push out it’s less desirables into our kingdom, such things wouldn’t happen. I just thank the gods that the royals did not fall victim to the same. They were on the road as well.” While accepting it with much less compassion, the northern guard believed your intentions you be true; with a good chance of the belief aligning with a natural prejudice of the Uthal, as a Goliath, being too dumb to even know how to lie.
”However, thank you for alerting us to the mess on our roads. But I return to my earlier question. What business brings you here? Currently only approved travel can pass out of Cathaan.”
Persuasion: 7
Sitting on the front bench of the wagon, Anearis perks up.
"We are carrying goods from my master to Koruscant. These people here are my hired escort. After today, I see that I was right to hire them. We could have been the ones getting ambushed on the road. Though I pity this goblin family’s fate, I thank the gods for having spared us."
He takes a moment to look at his three travel companions as he says that.
"I didn’t know the royal family had left the capital. Where could they have gone?"
“Coin does not discriminate. All merchants, even those from Cathaan, are always welcome in Korusant. As for the ‘royals’” As he says the word ‘royals’ the guard let go of his spear, and raised both hands, making a straight up fist with each, but motioned with both pointer and middle fingers, as if attempting to sign ‘quotations’, but in the air. “A small entourage of them came through and headed for the priory.”
”Not that that’s necessarily any business of yours. But if you’re an approved trader, I assume you have a border pass. I’m not allowed to permit you through without verifying.”
Anearis had spoken confidently and solidly enough that neither guard had any reason to think what he said was anything but the truth. The tone the north guard used during the request for the border pass seemed to be more a required procedure than him requiring further convincing.
Anearis remembered the pass that Solomon had given him right before they left.
''Of course. I wouldn't expect you to let me through without proper authorization. I have it right here.''
He pulls out the document bearing the wax seal with a large B on it and presents it to the guard.
The north guard leaned in, to read the document that was presented, and looked between Anearis and the paper, contentedly.
“Of course, who else, but the Archmeister, would hire a band of misfit-creatures, to deliver his goods.” There was a hint of disapproval, in his voice that the guard, who had never even met you before that moment, was being forced to allow you entrance, against his will. Regardless, he stepped back to allow passage into the bridge. “Welcome to Midgar. If you’re staying to night, before continuing on to Korusant, I believe you’ll find accommodations in the southern district, more to your liking...” As he turned and made his way back to his shack, you could hear him mutter, “...with the rest of the rift-raft.”
”Of course, the southern part of town is always open to those in need. Personally, I suggest the Maiden’s Bossom. It’s a bit pricey, but worth it. And I’m sure that price is of no consenquence to an employ of the Archmeister.” He turns and points straight down the center of the bridge, towards the town. “That spire there, is the Arbitrator’s home. Just keep following that and the Maiden’s Bossom will be right across the south street.” The south guard then followed suit, and to returned to his guard shack.
After they're safely out of the guards hearing Uthal turns to the others. "Next time that guard needs a lesson about manners. Maybe a good wack upside the head, make that stupid helmet ring for a while."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
No sooner, had Uthal finished his words, that a voice called out to the party, from in front of them. “None shall pass!”
Approximately a third of the way across the bridge (20-30 feet from the edge where the party was first stopped by the guards), a knight stepped out in front of the party’s path. He had been previously conversing with two very well dressed gnomes, whom began making their way towards the city, as he parted their company.
The knight, now standing in your way, is wore a black garb draped over his shoulders and running down his chest and front, ending just about his knees. Two red stripes, one horizontal, one vertical run the length of this perspective center lines of the garb itself, intersecting at the center, and almost forming a red cross. His armor, also an off-black color, nearly matching that of the garb.
His helm bore a series of parallel slots where his eyes would be, but only darkness was beyond. He stood there, hands resting on the hilt of a long sword, still within a loose scabbard, the tip of which held against the ground in front of him.
"Care to explain yourself?" Ander unslings his lance.
Ura, already in a bad mood from the guard treatment, sees the next irritation pop up and get in their way. „Oh for the love of—„ she swears under her breath.
Leaning forward and cupping her hands over her mouth, she shouts towards the guard huts at the top of her lungs: „Hey! Are there any laws in Midgar against dealing with this kind of shit ourselves?“
Uthal unslings his warhammer and props it on his shoulder. "What do you want fool?" He yells to the black knight.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
In response to Ura’s call, the north guard pokes his head out, and looks towards the party, however when his eyes fall upon the black knight, he silently pulls his head back in.
The knight repeats himself again, “None shall pass...”
He takes a step forward around walks around the wagon’s horses, patting them as he does, while he dragged the sword along. He nods to Ander as he walks past. “Guess getting your face stomped in by an elephant, would cause some memory loss.”
The knight continues around, ignoring Uthal and Ura, for the time being, and stops next to the wagon where Anearis sat. “None shall pass...without stopping to say hello again, of course.” The knight let out a chuckle, and as he did so, some light smoke bellowed from beneath his helm before dissipating into the air. “Your arrangement with Sol must have worked out after all. But he’s not with you?”
Ander relaxes. "D'Armes? You two know each other?"
With a look of recognition on his face, Anearis salutes the knight. He then turns to Ander to explain.
"I met Ser D’armes when I arrived in Cathaan. He’s the one who introduced me to Master Solomon."
He goes back to the man in black armor. He’s somewhat surprised to see him here.
"It’s good to see you again, Ser D’armes. You seem well. The Archmeister didn’t come with us after all. There was a change of plan after everything that happened in the city. I don’t know if you’ve heard."
“I met the boy shortly after our meeting, actually.” D’armes turned to answer Ander, before returning to converse with Anearis.
”I left late that night. When they cancelled the tournament, all competitors who were staying on the grounds were ‘displaced’, and while I could easily have just found a room somewhere, I decided to return to my post instead,” he said, while motioning with a wide swoop of his arm, to the city behind him.
“Later, why don’t you stop by. We’ll have a cup of tea, and discuss whatever it is, I may have missed. Your friends are welcome, even Ser Ander.” The knight nodded at Uthal and Ura. While it couldn’t be seen behind the covered face of his helm, it was likely, a joking wink accompanied his mention of Ander.
"Huh," Ura says under her breath to Uthal. "Those two make some strange friends, don't they? I'm glad I'm not a part of any insular noble society, or whatever it is that makes these guys act all strange. Or maybe gathering too much money to your name makes you touched in the head? We should probably try to make sure Ander and Anaeris don't end up earning fancy public titles, or they may end up like all the other rich folk we've met." She considers for a moment. "Well, Solomon wasn't too bad I guess. But everybody else has been a poster child for therapy, if you ask me."
Uthal just smiles a little bit. "You're all strange to me. But yes, the rich seem to be stranger."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
The knight takes a step back. While although his position next to the wagon didn’t inhibit it’s ability to move forward, he did so anyways as a gesture of courtesy, to let the party know that they were free to go about their way.
The bridge way ahead was now clear, and while although still on the bridge itself, the road it leads to, winding into the city is visible. A road ran perpendicular to their current path that seemed to run north and south along the river barrier.
If the party were to continue straight, it would lead through several single and double story buildings, before reaching a roundabout, encircling a fountain, beyond which grander buildings stood, though for what was beyond that, the party would have to approach and discover themselves.
Ura walks up towards the cart and looks up to Anaeris. "Hey," she says quietly, pitching her voice so that only Anaeris and anyone else close by the cart can hear her question. "How far will your paperwork take us? I feel like we should maybe check out this town a little and see if the *****y B's were really the ones to ambush that goblin caravan while fleeing from Cathaan."