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//Roll persuasion to convince people about the flame.

 

2 Persuasion

 //+ mods?

:) No mods. No proficiency, 10 CHA.

Danys Yarjerit seeing a warforge pace back and forth talking to a crowd of people who really didn't look all that interested in what it was saying peaked his interest and he decided to walk over to the warforge after the crowd dispersed and ask so what were you talking about with that crowd if you don't mind me asking?

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:) No mods. No proficiency, 10 CHA.

 The crowd listens to you at first, but you ramble on, and tell them that all of them will burn in hell for not being members of the flame, causing them to boo you severely.

While talking to Mordrun, Oren hears the crowd booing a tall mechanical figure. He hadn't really heard what the tall figure was saying, but he does recognize him as a warforged. 

Though he hasn't had much contact with them, he was aware of the mixed feeling towards their kind. Travellers making their way across the river sometimes stayed overnight at the monestary and he was always interested in news from the world at large. 

Oren didn't have any particular prejudices one way or the other towards the mechanical people. In his experience, you could find the best and worst everywhere; elves could be ignorant and goblin-kind could be compassionate.

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Oren chuckled, "I'm a friendly guy, what can I say? Glad to meet you Mordrun. Its refreshing to be out in the world. The monastery is my home but it is very exciting to see new things and meet folks like you!

  No, no pilgrimage for me I'm afraid. I am being sent to Aundair to seek knowledge and/or help from the mage academy. Have you ever taken an airship before?"

Truth be told, Oren was a little nervous about flying in a machine. He didn't really understand how it worked and tried not to think about falling from the sky and failing his master.

'I'm familiar with aerial transportation.' Mordrun replied with a smirk.

It was odd speaking with a complete stranger but something about this Oren fellow seemed to put Mordrun at ease. Perhaps it was Oren's naivety or his rather open forthcoming but it felt nice chatting without needing to keep a hand on his weapon.

A loud voice interrupted the conversation. A warforged had gathered a small crowd and was preaching something about something called the Silver Flame. It did not seem to go over well with the audience. 'What in the blazes?' Mordrun asked, one eyebrow cocked in confusion.

Warforged were not programmed to be embarrassed but it was clear to him that he failed miserably. Other units were built with leadership in mind, he had heard, but not his model. He didn't have too much time to reflect on his failure, though, as a dragonborn approached. Turning fully to look upon it (him? her?) he responded.

"I'm talking about the Silver Flame, the holy Light which keeps the demons at bay. I am called Preacher, and I serve the Flame in any way I can. Though apparently some tasks are beyond my skills... Are you traveling to Aundair as well? What's your name?"

Speaking to his table-mate while keeping an eye on the warforged, Oren replies:

"It looks like the tall guy isn't making friends over there."

He turns back to face Mordrun, "So, on these ships, do we get a cabin or is it more of a hammock-type situation?" 

The name is Danys Yarjerit he says with a nod yes I'm heading to Aundair because my younger siblings sent me a letter asking for some assistance and so I'm going there to help maybe take in the sites. What about you if you don't mind me asking? gesturing to the warforge

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Speaking to his table-mate while keeping an eye on the warforged, Oren replies:

"It looks like the tall guy isn't making friends over there."

He turns back to face Mordrun, "So, on these ships, do we get a cabin or is it more of a hammock-type situation?" 

Mordrun turned his attention back to Oren. The warforged preacher guy had been a fun distraction but considering the people booed him away, he figured the entertainment had passed.

'Depends on your ticket.' Mordrun lied as naturally as he breathed. He did not have a clue to be honest. He had not even really checked his own ticket. 'Does it matter?' He bounced the question back at Oren. 'Why, think you're gonna get airsick?' He smirked. 

OOC: how much longer to actual boarding/lift off?

//As long as you need. You can either decide to get on now or continue the meet up

Oren smiled, "Haha, motion sickness isnt really an issue, brother, so no worries there! I was just curious. Oh, looks like things are moving!" He glances towards the airship and sees that people are starting to board. 

He stands up and slings his bag over his shoulder, "Well, Mr. Mordrun, we're on our way! It was super nice talking with you! Hopefully we'll cross paths again!" And he starts to make his way toward the ship.

Seeing people move towards the airship Danys looked towards preacher saying looks like there boarding now I wouldn't mind continuing are conversation onboard the airship after we get settled onboard.

"Hmm? Yes, we should board." He turned and headed for the ship once Danys follows. "I'm going there because I heard that some of the followers of the Flame there were becoming too zealous and causing trouble. And if I can find some other warforged who are in need of guidance, all the better. It hasn't been easy for them to find a place for themselves, since the war ended. The Silver Flame can be such a place for them, and a goodly one."

That sounds like a challenge I hope that everything works out for you for both your zealots and finding other warforge after the war I myself pretty much left civilization behind and just lived in the wild hunting whatever lurks in the dark.

Mordrun gave Oren a silent wave as the green gentleman walked off. Looking around, he figured it was about time that he should board the airship himself. He got up, stretched and cracked his back in anticipation of carrying all his stuff. He was not accustomed to taking vacations so he did not know what to pack. To that end, Mordrun had just tossed everything he owned in his backpack and hauled around all of his worktools too for good measure. Carrying it all was a workout all on its own.

The task was further complicated by his wings. Mordrun took great care and pride in his batlike wings, yet went to great effort not to display them out in the open all the time. In his line of work, the advantage of flight was a big one and being able the drop on his targets from above was a surprise he liked to keep in his back pocket for as long as possible. He had even fashioned a harnass, composed of soft leather straps, to keep his wings better pressed against his body when he had no need of them. It did make backpacking a hassle though.

Leaving Vex's behind him, Mordrun made his way over to the boarding dock for the second time. A sense of déjà vu overcame him when he once more flashed his ticket and smile at the guardsman. He walked onto the airship and began looking for a safe place to dump his stuff.

Making his way up the gangplank, Oren steps onto the deck. He walks to a deck rail opposite the dock where he can be relatively alone for a moment and closes his eyes. He turns his focus inward, centering himself and taking in everything his senses tell him; the breeze blowing his hair, the warm sun on his skin, the now-distant hum of activity on the dock, his own breathing. 

Oren opens his eyes, the faintest pale-green glow fading from them as a calm smile forms on his face. He knows he is in the right place, he feels it. Helping you home and your family, being trusted with a task of importance by a great man, this is the correct path.

After collecting himself, Oren moves to find someone on the ship who can tell him where he will be staying.

//Airship travel is insanely fast, so there’s only two decks to the ship that you can be on (top and interior), with the bottom and pilot decks being restricted. If everyone’s okay with it, I’ll have the airship blast off now.

//sure, lets take off

//I agree