Rubin frowns at the drunk then shakes his head. "You should not enable him." He tells Tide. "Let's get a move on, we are waisting daylight." He starts down the road, away from town again.
Xanranzan nods frankly in agreement to Rubin. But instead of leaving the man to his drunken stupor, he walks over intending to place a steadying hand on the man's shoulder. "Sorry we can't join ya, not that I'm much of a drinker myself. But, here's a little pick me up as well so that ya at least can make it to there." He said, lacing his last few words with a bit of subtle of magic that causes some of the veins from his arms to his hand to glow a dull yellow.
He then pats the man a few times after curing him of any day drunkeness, and starts to turn to move past. "Actually.. hm... Out of curiosity, sir. You some type of mercenary?" He asks, noting the man's armor. "If yer look'n fer a job, well..." At that point pauses and appears to look to the others for permission to continue.
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Taking the gold from Tyde, the drunken man looks up at him. With a clarity in his eyes, not seen in drunkards, he says "Thanks mister, but the deal was YOU buy me the drink. I guess if you're not headed to town I'll just tag along 'til the next town so you can keep your deal."
Xan's steady hand and magic seem to do nothing to ease the man's woes. Swaying, the newcomer slings his arm around the earthman. "Mercenary? Nooo. Just a man touched by the light. Haa."Even though he continues to sway back and forth, Xan notices that this stranger seems to not be transferring any weight to the gensai. "So, which way to the nearest town?"
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A clatter of wood and metal abruptly interrupt the conversation between the drunk man and Xanranzan, shortly followed by a pair of cold hands seize the drunk.
It is then the drunken stranger would realize that the hands belong to the "pretty lady" he had addressed earlier, who has an unamused look on her face and much more strength in her hands than a normal girl her size.
Whatever the result, the action causes her hood to fall off, revealing long white hair a face in her late teens with pale blue eyes that glint oddly in the light. Behind her is the source of the noise, a pile of weapons including a few javelins, a shield made from some sort of sea creature, and a large maul.
"How do you get so poor that you can't even afford a drink from their one tavern full of nothing but a few boooring people?"
With one hand, she points at the stranger a weird shaped sword wrapped in cloth. Looking at it closely, a pearl-colored spike juts out from it.
"Whoa, whoa. I didn't mean to offend."His voice quite normal as he succums to the grip of the walking armoury. "Perhaps if we start again. May I?" He attempts to stand up straight, but not wanting to struggle against Kethra's hold. "Marros at your service - half elven warrior of the light. Forgive my ruse. You'd be surprised how many people want to kill a wandering warrior in these parts. Appearing as a drunkard seems to disarm most people. Keeps my head where it is, mostly."He rubs his jaw. Turning his head towards Tyde he continues "so if dispatching some of these ruffians is all I need do to pay my way, consider it done".
“Rubin has paused just a few steps along the road. He looks back, frowning a bit as it appears the drunk is actually coming with them.
Catching Rubin’s frown, Kethra shoots him back a smile and bugs her eyes back at him. This was one of the few times the normally secretive Rubin had made it a point to keep himself visible, so of course Kethra’s going to use this opportunity to shine a bit of light on this gloomy gloom stalker. :)
"Whoa, whoa. I didn't mean to offend."His voice quite normal as he succums to the grip of the walking armoury. "Perhaps if we start again. May I?" He attempts to stand up straight, but not wanting to struggle against Kethra's hold. "Marros at your service - half elven warrior of the light. Forgive my ruse. You'd be surprised how many people want to kill a wandering warrior in these parts. Appearing as a drunkard seems to disarm most people. Keeps my head where it is, mostly."He rubs his jaw. Turning his head towards Tyde he continues "so if dispatching some of these ruffians is all I need do to pay my way, consider it done".
“Hikari no bushi*?” the pale eyed girl spins back her attention at the man, her eyes widening with a bit of wonder. But just for a moment, as she catches a whiff of this man and his ‘realistic’ ruse becomes unamused again.
Hearing the wizard's approval, she lets him go, fixes the drunkard’s neglected-looking armor snug and proper and smacks him on the shoulder.
As the group gets moving again Rubin settles in towards the front of the group, keeping a watch as they move along.
As the gloomy guy at the back takes the lead the white-haired girl introduces herself.
"Kethra Stormwind, a blacksmith. We’re a group of adventurers headed a few days away to a place we heard some knights from Waterdeep gather. A delegation of people from Waterdeep had gone missing, and we’re hoping to...maybe earn some money to help them solve the mystery. Maybe clonk some cultists’ heads along the way. They’re all over the place these days..and well, each of us have a beef with them some way or another. If you pull your weight you’d probably afford something a lot better than the river water around here.”
Stunned at first by Kethra, and then conflicted by upon remember his own budding intent to do something similiar, if albeit for different reasons, Xanranzan eventually resorted to just standing back and letting things play out. The whole warrior of light got a raised brow that only grows at Kethra's mentioning of some 'Heeka no Busha' or something. Yet, seeing things appear to resolve with the strange not mercenary joining the group, the befuddled yet also amused earth genasi just chuckles in the end while falling in line to follow again.
Once an opportunity presented itself after Kethra's introduction, Xan chimes in with a, "Howdy as well! Name's Xanranzan, by the way. Earth Genasi, if'n yer wondering. Not exactly from around here by any stretch of the imagination. But like my friend here-..." He gestures to Kethra. "We all got our reasons got our beef with these elemental cultist. And if'n yer interested later, perhaps I can spend ya a tale later all about it!"
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“Sure just invite everyone to join us.” Rubin grumbles as hie kicks a stone along the road. He doesn’t say anything else though as he continues walking.
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With the steadiness of a truly sober person, Marros breathes a sigh of relief at being released unharmed. "Nice to meet you all"he says with a bow. "I would be honoured to travel with you, to a spire did you say?"
The half elf, now standing straight is fairly unremarkable save the scar down one side of his face and a few bruises to match. The scar looks well healed but the bruises fresh. Unkempt hair frames his face and falls to about shoulder height. A small topknot sits atop his head. Beneath a tattered shirt links of chain can be seen glinting in the light. A curved leather scabbard hangs at his hip and several pouches balance it on the the other side of his belt. Shoes that don't match put a thin barrier between his feet and the road as he walks. All in all he looks like a person of opportunity more than a disciplined warrior. "Shall we off then?"
It only takes a couple of days to get to the spire, and those days are uneventful to the point of monotonous boredom. Finally, you see Feathergale Spire rising from a pillar of rock high into the air, the tallest point for miles. Built from white limestone and embellished in marble, the spire resembles a gleaming sword that pierces the sky.
The only point of entry seems to be a drawbridge leading to a gatehouse, but there’s also a deep canyon beneath the spire and to the East.
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"So, do we walk right up and knock, or do you guys want to check out the canyon first, maybe do a bit of scouting?" Rubin asks as he eyes the tall structure ahead.
Over the course of their travels, Xanranzan would eventually regale the full tales of the group adventure to the newcomer; or, at least the parts following his rescue from the cultist. He is a bit somber as he describes his fellow prisoner at the time, a half-orc with some serious magic swordsman vibes, on account of his summoning his blade at some point, deciding to part ways once they reached the village. Though he gave not the clearest reasons, if any at all, Xan paused at that point in the story to quietly wished him well.
He'd also take the time to elaborate a bit of his own story, and how -- besides wanting to just do some good deeds in undermining the cult -- sought out those who wore rock armor in particular for ransacking his father's shop. (Lie of Omission: 10) As his telling the story, any of the more insightful might figure there to be more to the story. Perhaps pick up on the mix of anger and fear at parts that seem more personal. But if the do, but don't press however, Xan isn't of a mind to volunteer anything on his own. Yet.
Apart from that! He more than happily tells the tales of his side adventures with another group, and how a simply trying to guard and deliver one dwarf's gear to phandalin turned into its own whirlwind adventure!
(I would elaborate. But if not for the sake of spoilers, then at least to avoid some continuity errors in case this group IC did the Lmop campaign before moving on to PoTA)
Xanranzan chuckles, shakes his head, and waves his hands as if to say 'Don't look at me, man'. As if to further emphasize his point, the earth genasi adds with a bit mirth to his voice, "Not sure if'n ya noticed over the past few days, but... I ain't exactly a "good ideas" guy. So, if ya'll wanna check out the canyon, and... I dunno, maybe find some secret tunnel up into the spire I guess, or whatever? Fine by me. Worst case scenario, we're just back where we started anyhow, as far as I can figure... Though... how ya figuring we get down there?"
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Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
When Xanranzan tells his story, the white haired girl silently listens save for a comment that she also wishes that the half-orc Sorak well. Remembering that Xanranzan had mentioned that his father was a blacksmith by trade, Kethra would not bother trying to insight this story but would instead stay deathly quiet.
The next day after Xanranzan tells his tale, Kethra would very passive aggressively bring up on the road that she feels a bit miffed that Xanranzan had left out the very important detail that a fellow blacksmith was attacked by these cults.
Raising her tone, the white haired girl would then remind Xanranzan that right before they found him and Sorak, they were assisted by two other individuals named Jairus and Davian get into Rivergard Keep and avenge her own master blacksmith's death by slaying the cult leader named Jolliver Grimjaw. Although the way Kethra passionately re-tells the story, it's not clear if Jolliver was a man or a monstrous pig, just like she can't seem to keep her story straight with how Davian was an half-elven man or "the MOST adorable black and grey puppy you've ever seen".
Continuing to lecture the earth genasi, she would smack him over the head with the sheathed saw tooth sword. "And what was with that little spell you cast on me earlier! I appreciate the gesture, but you've got to be more of a gentleman about that kind of thing. You're lucky we found you when we did, you know! We lucked out we ended up in Rivergale first because we were first tracking...an entirely different group..."
Kethra stops, curses in the dwarf tongue and addresses the whole party.
Listening to the group's past exploits gives Marros a surprising amount of enjoyment. A feeling he hadn't had for some time. If given opportunity to tell tales of his own, he will tell them simply of being born into a family of river pirates and of the fateful day his reckoning.
The story goes that his family was beset by a more fierce and heartless group of pirates looking to expand their own operation. His entire family slain and him left for dead on the banks of the river, it is then that a being came to him and offered to save him. He goes on to say that without hesitation he accepted the offer, for with his saviours help he vowed to avenge his family.
As the great sword like spire looms into view Marros becomes quiet. Never had he seen such a piece of construction quite like it. Being the newcomer to the group he only adds his agreement to whichever plan the group decides.
Xanranzan has the most serious look of consternation about him by the time Tyde opens the floor for everyone else. Although able to eventually shrug off the confusion Kethra's comment about some kind of spellcasting at the time, the memory yet cropped up again. But for the life of him, he could not recall having done it. Yet, as he started at that point to rub his chin, he didn't put it past his past self to have done... something of the sort.
If he wasn't spending too much time pondering a course of action, then it was likely for him to do the exact opposite without thinking anything at all. But if so, what--"... Huh?" Xan perked up abruptly. "Nicknames? Uhhh.... I mean... uh.... Yea, I don't remember any. Just call me.... uhhh.... Bob... yeaa... Bob." He says, nodding and smiling proudly at himself. ".... Wait, what's this about the son of a Shepard?"
(To Sees: That reminds me that I don't think I every properly described Xan during your character introduction. But he is a tall, muscular human, or humanoid at least given that his skin appeared to be made of some type of cloudy ruby quartz stone finely sculpted in the likeness of a man, and bear eyes the solid color of citrine quartz. His short and often messy, curly hair appears a darker shade of red in color and made of the same material as the rest of his stony exterior. However, it move, behaves, and presumable feels like normal hair. Xan is currently wearing simple scale mail and leather greaves over well-worn and thick traverler's clothing.)
(He carries a number of other gear and weapons on hand, but the noticeable is a sawtooth blade similar to the one Kethra carried, and less simple, but clearly well-tended longsword at his hips)
Listening to the group's past exploits gives Marros a surprising amount of enjoyment. A feeling he hadn't had for some time. If given opportunity to tell tales of his own, he will tell them simply of being born into a family of river pirates and of the fateful day his reckoning.
If Marros was willing to talk, Kethra would gladly listen to his story. "I for one, am very glad to finaaally have someone with us who actually knows their way around a boat! Every time we get on a boat we end up sinking it...any idea with what those river pirates looked like? One of them didn't happen to be called 'Quanderil' or 'Quinn', did he?"
With an unregretful tone of voice, eyes constantly shifting from side to side and a quick change of subject, the white haired girl's claim about sinking multiple boats sounds a little suspicious.
Xanranzan has the most serious look of consternation about him by the time Tyde opens the floor for everyone else. Although able to eventually shrug off the confusion Kethra's comment about some kind of spellcasting at the time, the memory yet cropped up again. But for the life of him, he could not recall having done it. Yet, as he started at that point to rub his chin, he didn't put it past his past self to have done... something of the sort.
If he wasn't spending too much time pondering a course of action, then it was likely for him to do the exact opposite without thinking anything at all. But if so, what--"... Huh?" Xan perked up abruptly. "Nicknames? Uhhh.... I mean... uh.... Yea, I don't remember any. Just call me.... uhhh.... Bob... yeaa... Bob." He says, nodding and smiling proudly at himself. ".... Wait, what's this about the son of a Shepard?"
(Xanranzan's lack of response and loss of memory makes me assume he just froze like a possum earlier when Kethra had addressed him lol)
Kethra would interrupt, pull him down to eye level and point a thumb to herself. "Butcher."
Pointing to and reaffirming the wizard, "Baker."
Then after ruffling the stone man's curious hair, she points to and pokes his forehead at the same time. "Candlestick maker."
Rubin frowns at the drunk then shakes his head. "You should not enable him." He tells Tide. "Let's get a move on, we are waisting daylight." He starts down the road, away from town again.
Xanranzan nods frankly in agreement to Rubin. But instead of leaving the man to his drunken stupor, he walks over intending to place a steadying hand on the man's shoulder. "Sorry we can't join ya, not that I'm much of a drinker myself. But, here's a little pick me up as well so that ya at least can make it to there." He said, lacing his last few words with a bit of subtle of magic that causes some of the veins from his arms to his hand to glow a dull yellow.
He then pats the man a few times after curing him of any day drunkeness, and starts to turn to move past. "Actually.. hm... Out of curiosity, sir. You some type of mercenary?" He asks, noting the man's armor. "If yer look'n fer a job, well..." At that point pauses and appears to look to the others for permission to continue.
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Taking the gold from Tyde, the drunken man looks up at him. With a clarity in his eyes, not seen in drunkards, he says "Thanks mister, but the deal was YOU buy me the drink. I guess if you're not headed to town I'll just tag along 'til the next town so you can keep your deal."
Xan's steady hand and magic seem to do nothing to ease the man's woes. Swaying, the newcomer slings his arm around the earthman. "Mercenary? Nooo. Just a man touched by the light. Haa." Even though he continues to sway back and forth, Xan notices that this stranger seems to not be transferring any weight to the gensai. "So, which way to the nearest town?"
A clatter of wood and metal abruptly interrupt the conversation between the drunk man and Xanranzan, shortly followed by a pair of cold hands seize the drunk.
It is then the drunken stranger would realize that the hands belong to the "pretty lady" he had addressed earlier, who has an unamused look on her face and much more strength in her hands than a normal girl her size.
Grapple check: contest a DC 21 with athletics or acrobatics
Whatever the result, the action causes her hood to fall off, revealing long white hair a face in her late teens with pale blue eyes that glint oddly in the light. Behind her is the source of the noise, a pile of weapons including a few javelins, a shield made from some sort of sea creature, and a large maul.
"How do you get so poor that you can't even afford a drink from their one tavern full of nothing but a few boooring people?"
With one hand, she points at the stranger a weird shaped sword wrapped in cloth. Looking at it closely, a pearl-colored spike juts out from it.
“Rubin has paused just a few steps along the road. He looks back, frowning a bit as it appears the drunk is actually coming with them.
"Whoa, whoa. I didn't mean to offend." His voice quite normal as he succums to the grip of the walking armoury. "Perhaps if we start again. May I?" He attempts to stand up straight, but not wanting to struggle against Kethra's hold. "Marros at your service - half elven warrior of the light. Forgive my ruse. You'd be surprised how many people want to kill a wandering warrior in these parts. Appearing as a drunkard seems to disarm most people. Keeps my head where it is, mostly." He rubs his jaw. Turning his head towards Tyde he continues "so if dispatching some of these ruffians is all I need do to pay my way, consider it done".
As the group gets moving again Rubin settles in towards the front of the group, keeping a watch as they move along.
Rubin perception: 11
Catching Rubin’s frown, Kethra shoots him back a smile and bugs her eyes back at him. This was one of the few times the normally secretive Rubin had made it a point to keep himself visible, so of course Kethra’s going to use this opportunity to shine a bit of light on this gloomy gloom stalker. :)
“Hikari no bushi*?” the pale eyed girl spins back her attention at the man, her eyes widening with a bit of wonder. But just for a moment, as she catches a whiff of this man and his ‘realistic’ ruse becomes unamused again.
Hearing the wizard's approval, she lets him go, fixes the drunkard’s neglected-looking armor snug and proper and smacks him on the shoulder.
*weebspeak for warrior of light
As the gloomy guy at the back takes the lead the white-haired girl introduces herself.
"Kethra Stormwind, a blacksmith. We’re a group of adventurers headed a few days away to a place we heard some knights from Waterdeep gather. A delegation of people from Waterdeep had gone missing, and we’re hoping to...maybe earn some money to help them solve the mystery. Maybe clonk some cultists’ heads along the way. They’re all over the place these days..and well, each of us have a beef with them some way or another. If you pull your weight you’d probably afford something a lot better than the river water around here.”
“...want to come with?”
Stunned at first by Kethra, and then conflicted by upon remember his own budding intent to do something similiar, if albeit for different reasons, Xanranzan eventually resorted to just standing back and letting things play out. The whole warrior of light got a raised brow that only grows at Kethra's mentioning of some 'Heeka no Busha' or something. Yet, seeing things appear to resolve with the strange not mercenary joining the group, the befuddled yet also amused earth genasi just chuckles in the end while falling in line to follow again.
Once an opportunity presented itself after Kethra's introduction, Xan chimes in with a, "Howdy as well! Name's Xanranzan, by the way. Earth Genasi, if'n yer wondering. Not exactly from around here by any stretch of the imagination. But like my friend here-..." He gestures to Kethra. "We all got our reasons got our beef with these elemental cultist. And if'n yer interested later, perhaps I can spend ya a tale later all about it!"
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Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
“Sure just invite everyone to join us.” Rubin grumbles as hie kicks a stone along the road. He doesn’t say anything else though as he continues walking.
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With the steadiness of a truly sober person, Marros breathes a sigh of relief at being released unharmed. "Nice to meet you all" he says with a bow. "I would be honoured to travel with you, to a spire did you say?"
The half elf, now standing straight is fairly unremarkable save the scar down one side of his face and a few bruises to match. The scar looks well healed but the bruises fresh. Unkempt hair frames his face and falls to about shoulder height. A small topknot sits atop his head. Beneath a tattered shirt links of chain can be seen glinting in the light. A curved leather scabbard hangs at his hip and several pouches balance it on the the other side of his belt. Shoes that don't match put a thin barrier between his feet and the road as he walks. All in all he looks like a person of opportunity more than a disciplined warrior. "Shall we off then?"
It only takes a couple of days to get to the spire, and those days are uneventful to the point of monotonous boredom. Finally, you see Feathergale Spire rising from a pillar of rock high into the air, the tallest point for miles. Built from white limestone and embellished in marble, the spire resembles a gleaming sword that pierces the sky.
The only point of entry seems to be a drawbridge leading to a gatehouse, but there’s also a deep canyon beneath the spire and to the East.
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"So, do we walk right up and knock, or do you guys want to check out the canyon first, maybe do a bit of scouting?" Rubin asks as he eyes the tall structure ahead.
Over the course of their travels, Xanranzan would eventually regale the full tales of the group adventure to the newcomer; or, at least the parts following his rescue from the cultist. He is a bit somber as he describes his fellow prisoner at the time, a half-orc with some serious magic swordsman vibes, on account of his summoning his blade at some point, deciding to part ways once they reached the village. Though he gave not the clearest reasons, if any at all, Xan paused at that point in the story to quietly wished him well.
He'd also take the time to elaborate a bit of his own story, and how -- besides wanting to just do some good deeds in undermining the cult -- sought out those who wore rock armor in particular for ransacking his father's shop. (Lie of Omission: 10) As his telling the story, any of the more insightful might figure there to be more to the story. Perhaps pick up on the mix of anger and fear at parts that seem more personal. But if the do, but don't press however, Xan isn't of a mind to volunteer anything on his own. Yet.
Apart from that! He more than happily tells the tales of his side adventures with another group, and how a simply trying to guard and deliver one dwarf's gear to phandalin turned into its own whirlwind adventure!
(I would elaborate. But if not for the sake of spoilers, then at least to avoid some continuity errors in case this group IC did the Lmop campaign before moving on to PoTA)
Xanranzan chuckles, shakes his head, and waves his hands as if to say 'Don't look at me, man'. As if to further emphasize his point, the earth genasi adds with a bit mirth to his voice, "Not sure if'n ya noticed over the past few days, but... I ain't exactly a "good ideas" guy. So, if ya'll wanna check out the canyon, and... I dunno, maybe find some secret tunnel up into the spire I guess, or whatever? Fine by me. Worst case scenario, we're just back where we started anyhow, as far as I can figure... Though... how ya figuring we get down there?"
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Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
When Xanranzan tells his story, the white haired girl silently listens save for a comment that she also wishes that the half-orc Sorak well. Remembering that Xanranzan had mentioned that his father was a blacksmith by trade, Kethra would not bother trying to insight this story but would instead stay deathly quiet.
The next day after Xanranzan tells his tale, Kethra would very passive aggressively bring up on the road that she feels a bit miffed that Xanranzan had left out the very important detail that a fellow blacksmith was attacked by these cults.
Raising her tone, the white haired girl would then remind Xanranzan that right before they found him and Sorak, they were assisted by two other individuals named Jairus and Davian get into Rivergard Keep and avenge her own master blacksmith's death by slaying the cult leader named Jolliver Grimjaw. Although the way Kethra passionately re-tells the story, it's not clear if Jolliver was a man or a monstrous pig, just like she can't seem to keep her story straight with how Davian was an half-elven man or "the MOST adorable black and grey puppy you've ever seen".
Continuing to lecture the earth genasi, she would smack him over the head with the sheathed saw tooth sword. "And what was with that little spell you cast on me earlier! I appreciate the gesture, but you've got to be more of a gentleman about that kind of thing. You're lucky we found you when we did, you know! We lucked out we ended up in Rivergale first because we were first tracking...an entirely different group..."
Kethra stops, curses in the dwarf tongue and addresses the whole party.
"Listen, we're heading to Feathergale Spire because if the shepherd Larmon is to be believed, it's occupied by knights from Waterdeep 'ridin' some flyin' monster or some such'. But in the shallow graves within the line of sight of that spire...we found several bodies who have been killed with arrows or things dropped on their heads, along with one body hit with a cultic symbol of an ARROW plunging downwards..."
"...what if Feathergale Spire is...another place swarming with cultists?"
Listening to the group's past exploits gives Marros a surprising amount of enjoyment. A feeling he hadn't had for some time. If given opportunity to tell tales of his own, he will tell them simply of being born into a family of river pirates and of the fateful day his reckoning.
The story goes that his family was beset by a more fierce and heartless group of pirates looking to expand their own operation. His entire family slain and him left for dead on the banks of the river, it is then that a being came to him and offered to save him. He goes on to say that without hesitation he accepted the offer, for with his saviours help he vowed to avenge his family.
As the great sword like spire looms into view Marros becomes quiet. Never had he seen such a piece of construction quite like it. Being the newcomer to the group he only adds his agreement to whichever plan the group decides.
"I...I don't have a nickname. Am I still to be called Marros throughout or deception?" he asks, a little confused at Tydes suggestion.
Xanranzan has the most serious look of consternation about him by the time Tyde opens the floor for everyone else. Although able to eventually shrug off the confusion Kethra's comment about some kind of spellcasting at the time, the memory yet cropped up again. But for the life of him, he could not recall having done it. Yet, as he started at that point to rub his chin, he didn't put it past his past self to have done... something of the sort.
If he wasn't spending too much time pondering a course of action, then it was likely for him to do the exact opposite without thinking anything at all. But if so, what--"... Huh?" Xan perked up abruptly. "Nicknames? Uhhh.... I mean... uh.... Yea, I don't remember any. Just call me.... uhhh.... Bob... yeaa... Bob." He says, nodding and smiling proudly at himself. ".... Wait, what's this about the son of a Shepard?"
(To Sees: That reminds me that I don't think I every properly described Xan during your character introduction. But he is a tall, muscular human, or humanoid at least given that his skin appeared to be made of some type of cloudy ruby quartz stone finely sculpted in the likeness of a man, and bear eyes the solid color of citrine quartz. His short and often messy, curly hair appears a darker shade of red in color and made of the same material as the rest of his stony exterior. However, it move, behaves, and presumable feels like normal hair. Xan is currently wearing simple scale mail and leather greaves over well-worn and thick traverler's clothing.)
(He carries a number of other gear and weapons on hand, but the noticeable is a sawtooth blade similar to the one Kethra carried, and less simple, but clearly well-tended longsword at his hips)
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
If Marros was willing to talk, Kethra would gladly listen to his story. "I for one, am very glad to finaaally have someone with us who actually knows their way around a boat! Every time we get on a boat we end up sinking it...any idea with what those river pirates looked like? One of them didn't happen to be called 'Quanderil' or 'Quinn', did he?"
With an unregretful tone of voice, eyes constantly shifting from side to side and a quick change of subject, the white haired girl's claim about sinking multiple boats sounds a little suspicious.
(Xanranzan's lack of response and loss of memory makes me assume he just froze like a possum earlier when Kethra had addressed him lol)
Kethra would interrupt, pull him down to eye level and point a thumb to herself. "Butcher."
Pointing to and reaffirming the wizard, "Baker."
Then after ruffling the stone man's curious hair, she points to and pokes his forehead at the same time. "Candlestick maker."
She turns around winks at Rubin. "Isn't that right, Shadow?" Payback to the amnesiac: 14