"Wait, isn't this where the ship we just left is headed? We will need to sell what we can and get out of here if we don't want to interact. There may be some merit in watching to ensure that the slaves are freed. I'm okay with going in together, but we need our story straight. The easiest one is that of a mercenary group. Any thoughts on a name?"
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Vaclav shakes his head. "I would suggest not using the word rebels. It tends to make people in power think that you no longer want them to have power. After all, rebels need something to rebel against and who better than them, in their minds."
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"I believe that's called a tuna." Vaclav says back, seemingly unfazed. "If you would really like to be a rebel, how about Vaz Poura. It's a bastardization of my language but enough that even someone who speaks like me would need to think to connect the dots. Vzpoura means mutiny."Vaclav's slight accent drops to a much thicker version when he says the word in his native tongue.
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Nos Heliwr nods his head and grins, "All good names, but what about 'The Broken Chains', simple, nice image, easy to grasp concept and nothin' gets lost in translation. Kinda a neat symbol too." He grins, "Could be shortened a wee bit t' just 'Broken Chains'. So we could tell folk we be Broken Chains, mercenaries out t' turn folk's problems inta coin, in 'r purses o' course."
"I, too, like the name Broken Chains. Simple, easy. It's an easy thing to pass by word of mouth, in case we decide to start doing some... advertising." Salazar twirls a few hairs of his unkempt beard. He seems comfortable, as though talking about running a business is easier for him to handle than anything that the past few days has offered. "Vaz Poura is also good, but that is harder to operate under if we decide to stick with this business. Harder to get work. But then we get a bit more anonymity. So ultimately, we need to decide whether this mercenary group is going to be together for the long term."
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Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
"I would fain visit the market, see what there is there, and the Church of the light to see what I can learn about this dagger. Then I think we might want to visit Auld Jacque, as I said before. He could be a source of ... beneficial information."
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"Broken Chains it is then, since you all seem focused on telling folks we led a mutiny. Now let's take the locals advice and head in, best we sell our goods and leave before the ship arrives, just incase."
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Claire nods in agreement, smiling a little. "Broken Chains. I like it." Maybe a little too much, a part of her mind whispers, but she squashes it firmly. "I'll come with you into town. Though it would help if I had a hood of some sort. My hair... well, it's noticable," she says, her hand moving to the locks. Cutting it would be smart, she realizes. Some holdover of vanity makes her loathe to do that, however, and instead, she puts some effort into working her hair into a tight braid, which she then coils up at the base of her neck, in an attempt to minimize its appearance.
Searching through her things, she takes a strip of the cloth the glaive had been wrapped in, and folds it over a few times, before throwing it over her head as a makeshift scarf / hood to hide the rest of her pink hair.
Vaclav reaches up to her. "I know you like magic but this might not be the type you want. It will help, but it's not a permanent solution." He runs his hand gently over her hair and says a word in his guttural tongue. As his hand moves the hair becomes streaked with dark soil, taking off some of the pink luster but mostly just making it dirty. prestidigitation
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"Well, that's a handy solution. As far as the mutiny, we can always chalk it up to grandiose naming structures. Marvolo's Magical Menagerie in Cansae is neither much of a menagerie nor magical, selling only some unhealthy household pets and perhaps a parrot or two. The owner's name is not even Marvolo. It's Thomas. Under any pressure, we could easily attribute our naming structure to such hyperbole."
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Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
You are on the outskirts of the fishing port of Zaneth. The sun is heading towards the western horizon behind you. You've scouted the place using the owl's eyes. You've come up with a name for your adventuring group that you have mostly agreed upon. Claire's tell-tale hair is both covered and made dirty to reduce its noteworthiness.
What is next? Are you moving into the town together?
Claire smiles to say thank you to Valcav, then begins to feel... and smell... the texture of her hair. The smile freezes in place. "... thank you," she manages to mumble, though somewhat sullenly. Gods, this is disgusting,she thinks privately to herself, hoping he didn't add in lice for good measure. Just the thought of it is making her head itch already.
Gathering her things together and stowing them, she shoulders her pack. "I'm ready to face this town. Together, then ?"
“Since we are a company,” Nos Heliwr says, “it would be a good idea to be together, lest it bes thought we’re up to something. What w’th a bunch o’ strangers slippin’ inta town. I suggests we bes settin’ up at the inn, ‘n then goes aboot ‘r business like any honest mercenary company. Might e’en see if we kin get badges made, eh?” He grins, briefly. "I means what's a mercenary company w'hout a badge? Anyway, after we check out th' inn fer rooms, doan't really bes wantin' t' sleep inna stable, 'r th' out-or-doors, I bes goin' t' the Temple 'n then t' find Auld Jacque."
Vaclav just shakes his head and starts down. "Too the inn then." On the way in to town he looks for anything that seems to be a job board, trying to find work or look like that's what he wants.
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As we approach the town, Salazar looks around, trying to find something that looks like a clothing shop, as well as any prominent jewelry shops. "After the Inn and possibly something of a rinse, I may try to find some place to offload some of these gems. I'd also like to buy a change of clothes. These are... *Salazar stops to sniff himself* a bit rank. The smell is never going to come out."
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Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
The group moves into the village, crossing the farmers' fields down the rutted track. It is late afternoon as you arrive. The first place of note you pass is the market square which is currently mostly empty, with a few villagers passing through. There is a post at one side that a note has been hammered into. An orange bandana-wearing enforcer stands idly around, watching you curiously as you enter the village. The few villagers you see also note your presence but no one has stopped to speak to you.
You wander up to the post, curious to read what the note says, and find a notice in well written, flowing script. It reads:
Wanted:
Exceptional people to aid in a delicate matter. If interested, please report to Master Nevil at the Manor House in Grunal.
By order of his excellency, Baron Gilbert.
From the market square it is a short walk north and then east to the Fisherman's Rest, the only inn in the village. Nos Heliwr heads off south and east, to the Church of the Light, telling you he will catch up with you in the inn later.
"Well, how exceptional is everyone feeling? This seems like just the kind of vague job where folks like us could make some money without too many questions being asked." He says as he points to the sign. He gives a friendly wave to the enforcer when he catches him looking at them, then turns back to the others. In a low voice he says, "For the purposes of any interactions with outsiders on our trip my name is Benjamin. Got that?"
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Claire's shoulders hunch over as Salazar speaks about smelling rank, forcing her hand to not come up to touch her soiled hair once again. Wincing, she squares her shoulders. A little dirt is not going to stop me,she thinks stubbornly.
The notice catches her attention as well -- particularly the name signed at the bottom. "Isn't Gilbert the one who was fielding this rotten deal with the ship?" she says under her breath, frowning. Still... it's a chance to blend in as a mercenary troop. And she's not so disillusioned as to think the coin that they scavenged off the ship is going to last forever. "I'm feeling exceptionally put out," Claire says. "But this seems like as good a place as any to start looking for work." She pauses as Vaclav brings up the point of using an alias. "Oh! Umm... maybe the rest of you should call me... er... Theresa," she blurts out, naming her old master-at-arms who had trained her. She hopes she can remember to respond to that name when it's time; still, it would do well to lay a bit lower for the time being, she figures.
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"Wait, isn't this where the ship we just left is headed? We will need to sell what we can and get out of here if we don't want to interact. There may be some merit in watching to ensure that the slaves are freed. I'm okay with going in together, but we need our story straight. The easiest one is that of a mercenary group. Any thoughts on a name?"
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Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
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Claire looks up from her broken glaive and smiles slightly. "The Rebels of the Sea?" she suggests. "It's not entirely unaccurate."
Vaclav shakes his head. "I would suggest not using the word rebels. It tends to make people in power think that you no longer want them to have power. After all, rebels need something to rebel against and who better than them, in their minds."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"Chicken of the Sea then," Claire deadpans to Valcav.
"I believe that's called a tuna." Vaclav says back, seemingly unfazed. "If you would really like to be a rebel, how about Vaz Poura. It's a bastardization of my language but enough that even someone who speaks like me would need to think to connect the dots. Vzpoura means mutiny." Vaclav's slight accent drops to a much thicker version when he says the word in his native tongue.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Nos Heliwr nods his head and grins, "All good names, but what about 'The Broken Chains', simple, nice image, easy to grasp concept and nothin' gets lost in translation. Kinda a neat symbol too." He grins, "Could be shortened a wee bit t' just 'Broken Chains'. So we could tell folk we be Broken Chains, mercenaries out t' turn folk's problems inta coin, in 'r purses o' course."
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"I, too, like the name Broken Chains. Simple, easy. It's an easy thing to pass by word of mouth, in case we decide to start doing some... advertising." Salazar twirls a few hairs of his unkempt beard. He seems comfortable, as though talking about running a business is easier for him to handle than anything that the past few days has offered. "Vaz Poura is also good, but that is harder to operate under if we decide to stick with this business. Harder to get work. But then we get a bit more anonymity. So ultimately, we need to decide whether this mercenary group is going to be together for the long term."
Salazar - Human Warlock of the Fiend (1) - The Lucarcian Incident
Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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"I would fain visit the market, see what there is there, and the Church of the light to see what I can learn about this dagger. Then I think we might want to visit Auld Jacque, as I said before. He could be a source of ... beneficial information."
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"Broken Chains it is then, since you all seem focused on telling folks we led a mutiny. Now let's take the locals advice and head in, best we sell our goods and leave before the ship arrives, just incase."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Claire nods in agreement, smiling a little. "Broken Chains. I like it." Maybe a little too much, a part of her mind whispers, but she squashes it firmly. "I'll come with you into town. Though it would help if I had a hood of some sort. My hair... well, it's noticable," she says, her hand moving to the locks. Cutting it would be smart, she realizes. Some holdover of vanity makes her loathe to do that, however, and instead, she puts some effort into working her hair into a tight braid, which she then coils up at the base of her neck, in an attempt to minimize its appearance.
Searching through her things, she takes a strip of the cloth the glaive had been wrapped in, and folds it over a few times, before throwing it over her head as a makeshift scarf / hood to hide the rest of her pink hair.
Vaclav reaches up to her. "I know you like magic but this might not be the type you want. It will help, but it's not a permanent solution." He runs his hand gently over her hair and says a word in his guttural tongue. As his hand moves the hair becomes streaked with dark soil, taking off some of the pink luster but mostly just making it dirty. prestidigitation
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"Well, that's a handy solution. As far as the mutiny, we can always chalk it up to grandiose naming structures. Marvolo's Magical Menagerie in Cansae is neither much of a menagerie nor magical, selling only some unhealthy household pets and perhaps a parrot or two. The owner's name is not even Marvolo. It's Thomas. Under any pressure, we could easily attribute our naming structure to such hyperbole."
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Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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You are on the outskirts of the fishing port of Zaneth. The sun is heading towards the western horizon behind you. You've scouted the place using the owl's eyes. You've come up with a name for your adventuring group that you have mostly agreed upon. Claire's tell-tale hair is both covered and made dirty to reduce its noteworthiness.
What is next? Are you moving into the town together?
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Claire smiles to say thank you to Valcav, then begins to feel... and smell... the texture of her hair. The smile freezes in place. "... thank you," she manages to mumble, though somewhat sullenly. Gods, this is disgusting, she thinks privately to herself, hoping he didn't add in lice for good measure. Just the thought of it is making her head itch already.
Gathering her things together and stowing them, she shoulders her pack. "I'm ready to face this town. Together, then ?"
“Since we are a company,” Nos Heliwr says, “it would be a good idea to be together, lest it bes thought we’re up to something. What w’th a bunch o’ strangers slippin’ inta town. I suggests we bes settin’ up at the inn, ‘n then goes aboot ‘r business like any honest mercenary company. Might e’en see if we kin get badges made, eh?” He grins, briefly. "I means what's a mercenary company w'hout a badge? Anyway, after we check out th' inn fer rooms, doan't really bes wantin' t' sleep inna stable, 'r th' out-or-doors, I bes goin' t' the Temple 'n then t' find Auld Jacque."
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Vaclav just shakes his head and starts down. "Too the inn then." On the way in to town he looks for anything that seems to be a job board, trying to find work or look like that's what he wants.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
As we approach the town, Salazar looks around, trying to find something that looks like a clothing shop, as well as any prominent jewelry shops. "After the Inn and possibly something of a rinse, I may try to find some place to offload some of these gems. I'd also like to buy a change of clothes. These are... *Salazar stops to sniff himself* a bit rank. The smell is never going to come out."
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Shepherd Torrent Brallern Water Genasi Druid (1) - Ekuepool
Celeste Belle - Air Genasi Mutant Blood Hunter (1) - Old West
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The group moves into the village, crossing the farmers' fields down the rutted track. It is late afternoon as you arrive. The first place of note you pass is the market square which is currently mostly empty, with a few villagers passing through. There is a post at one side that a note has been hammered into. An orange bandana-wearing enforcer stands idly around, watching you curiously as you enter the village. The few villagers you see also note your presence but no one has stopped to speak to you.
You wander up to the post, curious to read what the note says, and find a notice in well written, flowing script. It reads:
From the market square it is a short walk north and then east to the Fisherman's Rest, the only inn in the village. Nos Heliwr heads off south and east, to the Church of the Light, telling you he will catch up with you in the inn later.
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"Well, how exceptional is everyone feeling? This seems like just the kind of vague job where folks like us could make some money without too many questions being asked." He says as he points to the sign. He gives a friendly wave to the enforcer when he catches him looking at them, then turns back to the others. In a low voice he says, "For the purposes of any interactions with outsiders on our trip my name is Benjamin. Got that?"
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Claire's shoulders hunch over as Salazar speaks about smelling rank, forcing her hand to not come up to touch her soiled hair once again. Wincing, she squares her shoulders. A little dirt is not going to stop me, she thinks stubbornly.
The notice catches her attention as well -- particularly the name signed at the bottom. "Isn't Gilbert the one who was fielding this rotten deal with the ship?" she says under her breath, frowning. Still... it's a chance to blend in as a mercenary troop. And she's not so disillusioned as to think the coin that they scavenged off the ship is going to last forever. "I'm feeling exceptionally put out," Claire says. "But this seems like as good a place as any to start looking for work." She pauses as Vaclav brings up the point of using an alias. "Oh! Umm... maybe the rest of you should call me... er... Theresa," she blurts out, naming her old master-at-arms who had trained her. She hopes she can remember to respond to that name when it's time; still, it would do well to lay a bit lower for the time being, she figures.