Gino smiles at Marcus... "Well that s his story to tell."
Mythras bows low to avoid hitting his horns on the ceiling and helps Ambre find the right tools. He tries to have small talk but it s obvious he is not very good at it.
Fletcher already in the armory is trying for a long bow and testing it.
Ambre keeps up a pleasant series of comments, questions, and discussions over tools, and doesn't seem to bothered by the poor attempts at small talk that Mythras tried. She eventually pulls together a replacement set of tinker's tools. "Now, I suppose I'll have to sign this out?"
Mythrras nods. "Yes please if you could. That would be most helpful."
"I am sorry to ask but would you mind lending the crew a hand if you can in the morning. Their might be things that needs an experts eye. We had to leave Ina bit of a hurry and i don't want this old bird falling to pieces."
Fletcher takes one of the longbows, preferably any from elven descent, as well to take a half-plate from an armor rack. He logs these down on the ledger, with the specific date, the items taken, his name, and then—numbers? '555563328'. Fletcher catches a gaze over to Ambre, before looking at Mythrras and saying in his voice, "Thank you for the wide selection and patronage." The longbow already slung on his back, comfortably. He gingerly carries the Half-plate to be sure it stays in good shape.
Fletcher retreats to any room available to claim as his, and stores the tairnadal shortbow on a compartment if available. Fletcher will then take around 2 hours of time to stare blankly at a wall. He will try to rest for a short amount of time, his integrated systems choosing to remove the scale mail to take on the Half-plate, a clearly more defensive plate of armor.
As Beowulf finds his way to the armory he will look around to see what Mythrras has and what quality it is.
For now he will only check out a whetstone, signing it into the ledger.
In response to his request of helping out: I will help the crew in the morning....at least with below deck activities. He quickly adds just thinking about seeing the world fly by from the main deck.
He will then try to find a spot in the dining room where he will sit to use the whetstone on his swords for a while.
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Fletcher
The Warforged reappears from his now acquainted room, a sharpened warhammer at a steel belt integrated into their construct form, and a buckler that elongates into a tower shield if activated, and finally, a fairly-ornate longbow slung at their torso with a full quiver of 100 arrows. The quiver is elongated to fit his height, resulting to a larger array of size and capacity. Hearing that the ship has landed, Fletcher strides to the navigation deck, searching for Gino, and once done, speaks to him in the same reverberating tone, "How long will the ship dock here? I might wish to go out to gain some gold and repairs before we initiate flight again." The Warforged pauses for a moment, and shudders as a vine begins to wilt from the inside. The chin-slit for talking seems to open up outwards like a door, revealing an intact jaw. He drinks a good pint of water, and the vines go back to a healthy green colour. The plantations in his body seem to sway calmly in this location, especially the yellow-curved petal flower. "I also need more water for self-use and maintenance. Approximate of at least 3 gallons to last 20 years." The chin-slit closes as he speaks once more while his mind perfectly computes for his daily water usage. Fletcher gazes upon the people that appear to take an interest in the Crimson Blade, sifting through the crowd for any Warforged.
The Warforged reappears from his now acquainted room, a sharpened warhammer at a steel belt integrated into their construct form, and a buckler that elongates into a tower shield if activated, and finally, a fairly-ornate longbow slung at their torso with a full quiver of 100 arrows. The quiver is elongated to fit his height, resulting to a larger array of size and capacity. Hearing that the ship has landed, Fletcher strides to the navigation deck, searching for Gino, and once done, speaks to him in the same reverberating tone, "How long will the ship dock here? I might wish to go out to gain some gold and repairs before we initiate flight again." The Warforged pauses for a moment, and shudders as a vine begins to wilt from the inside. The chin-slit for talking seems to open up outwards like a door, revealing an intact jaw. He drinks a good pint of water, and the vines go back to a healthy green colour. The plantations in his body seem to sway calmly in this location, especially the yellow-curved petal flower. "I also need more water for self-use and maintenance. Approximate of at least 3 gallons to last 20 years." The chin-slit closes as he speaks once more while his mind perfectly computes for his daily water usage. Fletcher gazes upon the people that appear to take an interest in the Crimson Blade, sifting through the crowd for any Warforged.
A leaf falls to his orb-shaped blue-green perceiving eyes, losing his focus. He stops sifting as he realizes he cannot do it in an interrupted fashion, and turns to Gino for an answer if they are present.
Gino looks at the group. "I'll go buy things for the ship.The master will try to see our contact and hire several hands. You ll just have to enjoy your stay. Go have a night out at the Shield and Mug. "
"Lorgen is a secluded place. People here are nice and hard working. They have suffered much from the war. They may have things that need to be done that only a group like ours can do. Ask at the inn."
When Ambre asks about helping on the ship she is shown to a young girl called Nessa. She is a half elf and she tends to the elemental powering the ship. For now it is sleeping but she needs to go through the ring to see if the spells and the wiring are not breaking.
"Happy to have someone on board with some skills." she says trying to sound cheerful but coming off as tired. She shakes her head and adds. "Sorry, I have been controlling the beast for 40 hours and it s taking a toll. I hope the captain can find another mage soon."
In the village:
The Shield and Mug is a relatively large inn for the size of the village. The smell of good food helps you find the way to the door and once open it s hard not to step in and partake in the merriment.
À large, if not fat, man waves you in. He is taking to several customers but takes the time to see you seated. A slim girl, probably his daughter from the ressemblance, comes several minutes later to take your orders.
Though the night is about hours from falling the place is bustling with activity. Typical in a fishermen's village who work very early in the morning.
À few mercenaries are talking among themselves.
Near the bar, a man sits one of his leg finishing Ina letzlic contraption under the knee.
Walben goes to the Inn and sits for a meal. He says to the innkeep “We were told there might be ways to help out here in town. Do you know anything about that?”
"Well let's keep our fingers crossed," Ambre smiles, "I'm happy to help check on the spells and wires and stuff. I've never been in a ship quite like this before."
Fletcher retroactively follow Thom and Walben, albeit at the side since no one has payed any heed to him or asked them to do a certain task in order. At the Shield and Mug Inn, he nods at the shield whilst reciting an oath under their voice, and then are seated at the left of the table.
Seeing as both of them have their own work, Fletcher stands up with the same expressionless face, following along the tables to reach the man working on the unfamiliar contraption on one leg. "My thanks to you, sir, if you wish to hear me out? I and two others are looking for jobs around this area. We are crewmates of a certain airship that has landed recently. Can we be of service to any qualms or tasks you have?" he speaks directly to this man, no expressions, yet matter-of-factly in tone, almost representing a regular construct lest it be for the obvious plantation, vines and moss on their person.
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Getting no reply from Mythrras, and assuming he is into his work and doesnt notice anyone in the armory. Beowulf decides to move out into the village. He will wander around the village looking around before going to the Inn. To see if he notices anything strange.
(perception 9)
After arriving at the Inn he will join the group that is already there and listen to what the people in the bar have to say.
Gino smiles at Marcus... "Well that s his story to tell."
Mythras bows low to avoid hitting his horns on the ceiling and helps Ambre find the right tools. He tries to have small talk but it s obvious he is not very good at it.
Fletcher already in the armory is trying for a long bow and testing it.
Ambre keeps up a pleasant series of comments, questions, and discussions over tools, and doesn't seem to bothered by the poor attempts at small talk that Mythras tried. She eventually pulls together a replacement set of tinker's tools. "Now, I suppose I'll have to sign this out?"
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Mythrras nods. "Yes please if you could. That would be most helpful."
"I am sorry to ask but would you mind lending the crew a hand if you can in the morning. Their might be things that needs an experts eye. We had to leave Ina bit of a hurry and i don't want this old bird falling to pieces."
Fletcher
Fletcher takes one of the longbows, preferably any from elven descent, as well to take a half-plate from an armor rack. He logs these down on the ledger, with the specific date, the items taken, his name, and then—numbers? '555563328'. Fletcher catches a gaze over to Ambre, before looking at Mythrras and saying in his voice, "Thank you for the wide selection and patronage." The longbow already slung on his back, comfortably. He gingerly carries the Half-plate to be sure it stays in good shape.
Fletcher retreats to any room available to claim as his, and stores the tairnadal shortbow on a compartment if available. Fletcher will then take around 2 hours of time to stare blankly at a wall. He will try to rest for a short amount of time, his integrated systems choosing to remove the scale mail to take on the Half-plate, a clearly more defensive plate of armor.
As Beowulf finds his way to the armory he will look around to see what Mythrras has and what quality it is.
For now he will only check out a whetstone, signing it into the ledger.
In response to his request of helping out: I will help the crew in the morning....at least with below deck activities. He quickly adds just thinking about seeing the world fly by from the main deck.
He will then try to find a spot in the dining room where he will sit to use the whetstone on his swords for a while.
The Ship flies for another day, making good speed and in the afternoon it settles in a small fishermen's village harbor.
There is a lot of people coming to see the ship.
Ambre signs out tinkers tools and seems delighted to help out with ship repairs.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Fletcher
The Warforged reappears from his now acquainted room, a sharpened warhammer at a steel belt integrated into their construct form, and a buckler that elongates into a tower shield if activated, and finally, a fairly-ornate longbow slung at their torso with a full quiver of 100 arrows. The quiver is elongated to fit his height, resulting to a larger array of size and capacity. Hearing that the ship has landed, Fletcher strides to the navigation deck, searching for Gino, and once done, speaks to him in the same reverberating tone, "How long will the ship dock here? I might wish to go out to gain some gold and repairs before we initiate flight again." The Warforged pauses for a moment, and shudders as a vine begins to wilt from the inside. The chin-slit for talking seems to open up outwards like a door, revealing an intact jaw. He drinks a good pint of water, and the vines go back to a healthy green colour. The plantations in his body seem to sway calmly in this location, especially the yellow-curved petal flower. "I also need more water for self-use and maintenance. Approximate of at least 3 gallons to last 20 years." The chin-slit closes as he speaks once more while his mind perfectly computes for his daily water usage. Fletcher gazes upon the people that appear to take an interest in the Crimson Blade, sifting through the crowd for any Warforged.
Perception: roll value- 18
A leaf falls to his orb-shaped blue-green perceiving eyes, losing his focus. He stops sifting as he realizes he cannot do it in an interrupted fashion, and turns to Gino for an answer if they are present.
Before leaving the ship Beowulf will return to the armory and ask Mythrras Are there any supplies you need from the village?
Thom gets off the ship and stays with the group.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Walben goes topside, and asks generally to anyone around. “Where are we?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Gino looks at the group. "I'll go buy things for the ship.The master will try to see our contact and hire several hands. You ll just have to enjoy your stay. Go have a night out at the Shield and Mug. "
"Lorgen is a secluded place. People here are nice and hard working. They have suffered much from the war. They may have things that need to be done that only a group like ours can do. Ask at the inn."
Ehen Ambre wakes up she heads to the armory to ask how she can help with ship repairs.
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
When Ambre asks about helping on the ship she is shown to a young girl called Nessa. She is a half elf and she tends to the elemental powering the ship. For now it is sleeping but she needs to go through the ring to see if the spells and the wiring are not breaking.
"Happy to have someone on board with some skills." she says trying to sound cheerful but coming off as tired. She shakes her head and adds. "Sorry, I have been controlling the beast for 40 hours and it s taking a toll. I hope the captain can find another mage soon."
In the village:
The Shield and Mug is a relatively large inn for the size of the village. The smell of good food helps you find the way to the door and once open it s hard not to step in and partake in the merriment.
À large, if not fat, man waves you in. He is taking to several customers but takes the time to see you seated. A slim girl, probably his daughter from the ressemblance, comes several minutes later to take your orders.
Though the night is about hours from falling the place is bustling with activity. Typical in a fishermen's village who work very early in the morning.
À few mercenaries are talking among themselves.
Near the bar, a man sits one of his leg finishing Ina letzlic contraption under the knee.
Walben goes to the Inn and sits for a meal. He says to the innkeep “We were told there might be ways to help out here in town. Do you know anything about that?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Well let's keep our fingers crossed," Ambre smiles, "I'm happy to help check on the spells and wires and stuff. I've never been in a ship quite like this before."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Thom goes with Walben. And ads "Yes if there is anything we can do to help."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Fletcher
Fletcher retroactively follow Thom and Walben, albeit at the side since no one has payed any heed to him or asked them to do a certain task in order. At the Shield and Mug Inn, he nods at the shield whilst reciting an oath under their voice, and then are seated at the left of the table.
Seeing as both of them have their own work, Fletcher stands up with the same expressionless face, following along the tables to reach the man working on the unfamiliar contraption on one leg. "My thanks to you, sir, if you wish to hear me out? I and two others are looking for jobs around this area. We are crewmates of a certain airship that has landed recently. Can we be of service to any qualms or tasks you have?" he speaks directly to this man, no expressions, yet matter-of-factly in tone, almost representing a regular construct lest it be for the obvious plantation, vines and moss on their person.
Getting no reply from Mythrras, and assuming he is into his work and doesnt notice anyone in the armory. Beowulf decides to move out into the village. He will wander around the village looking around before going to the Inn. To see if he notices anything strange.
(perception 9)
After arriving at the Inn he will join the group that is already there and listen to what the people in the bar have to say.