Balachi nodded, "Get as close as you'd like if you think you can help, but I do not remove it." Bazlachi's voice got a bit more serious, "...ever. It's very dear to me. But where I got it from is as mysterious as where I came from. My first memory of being, here, is standing on a battlefield, soldiers all around me, sword and shield in hand. It was a glorious battle, and my stature and sudden appearance garnered much attention. I was attacked, but a few good men stood at my defense and when we had defeated our foes I joined their ranks. I knew only my name, so I asked many in the towns that we travelled through whether they knew my name as well." Bazlachi turned his head to look back toward the sky, "But alas, no one did. The men of my unit became my family, and it was only after our unit was decommissioned that I chose to part ways with them and that's how I found my way here. I figured a ship would take me to many different ports, and someone along the way might know me."
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Tyrod> That's another 100 rations, and another 200 kilos sold (5gp). Carousing 44. "You earn modest winnings from gambling and recuperate your lifestyle expenses for the time spent carousing." That's the same result, so let's say you wake up in the same room, but under the bed.
Jenaer > It's an odd feeling to the hangover, so maybe it wasn't just alcohol. You're clothes are folded on a credenza nearby, though they appear to hold their folded shape when picked up, and have a tangy aroma. God's willing, that's just sangria. The bed also appears to be snoring...
Eclipse> I'll treat the History Check as 18 then; House Laryeon uses a lion's head as it's symbol. The doubled lion's refers to a prophecy about their house. Supposedly a scion of the house will be born who will be of Myw's blood, The King of Lions, who will be destined a warrior and a conqueror, but not a traditional one. It is said they will come into there own through the defeat of another "like onto a mirrored his". The dual head is supposed to be a reference to the conflict between these two.
Jenaer cautiously sniffs his garments before putting them on. “I must have been outrageous last night...... to mix red wine with fruits.” He shudders at the embarrassment of making such a social faux pas, what kind of savages did he mix with.
Inspecting the snoring under the bed, Jenaer finds an unconscious Tyrod. Shaking him awake he tries to wake him with hushed tones. “Tyrod, Tyrod! What sort of tomfoolery did we get up to last night? Do you know who’s room this is? We must return to the ship quickly and discreetly before our reputations are further sullied.”
If either of you try to remember the previous night, you get nothing clear, but you do remember drinking at a table with an old Sil-karg in a worn naval uniform and some of his Ruxalfier friends. They kept calling him Captain, and there where cards, and food, and a lot of laughing. Then there was a bunch of you in the street, singing, or that might have been beforehand, or both? Nothing that connects to this rather expensive and well-appointed room...
Sil-karg - A person of mixed high elven and hobgoblin descent. Respected and nearly extinct.
Ruxalfier - The fiery red elves who traditionally inhabit the Obsidian Mountains and most of Setti Major's deserts.
Tyrod wakes up with a start. "Wha.. what happened last night?" he says while being shaken awake. "I seem to remember a card game.. Or was it dice. Blast I can't remember anything after the 4 drink. It must have been poisined. I usually hold my liquor better then that. I think there was quite a bit of singing involved as well. At least I hope that's why my throat hurts so much. Ha!" He gingerly rubs his head and moves out from under the bed. His clothes are a in disarray along with his hair and beard. "Hopefully they haven't left without us."
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Tyrod- Sky-Pirates of Q’rath Set: Crew of the Reaver's Word
Just so that other people don't have to wait too much, assume those not in the scene with Jaeger and Tyrod can take an additional downtime action while they resolve waking up in a strange place.
"Singing, I do recall singing." a female voice, shaking free from the groggy grip of sleep, issues from the corner where a large plush chair resides. A few wisps of memory settle in with the sound of her voice. It was there in the singing through the streets. Laughter too. A positive feeling accompanies the voice, but there was something associated with that memory that gave apprehension, what was it?
The lighting is just the sort to give someone with darkvision a headache: The bright, cutting dawn light coming in through the window, into a room that's pitch black on it's sides. Glancing from one spot to another in the room keeps making one's eyes want to switch back and forth between modes.
"Feeling...heavy. That's new..." There's an edge of suspicion in her voice as she rises from the chair. "Where is this?" The lighting leaves her a silhouette, but even in silhouette, she's clearly elven.
Jenaer rubs his head he looks the Elven woman up and down. “Excuse me madame, do you recall how we came to be here? Or who’s abode we are currently in?”
"Oh," she groans, "I was hoping you'd know where we are. I have this nagging feeling we're not supposed to be here. A lock may have been picked... We should, I think, be quick to leave." As darksight begins to set in, you can see she's dressed sparsely, in what might be called a loin cloth dress, and barefoot. Her hair, short, is white, and her skin is an even dusk grey. "I had shoes."
Eclipse tells Bazlachi what he knows about his choker’s design. (copied from above:)
House Laryeon uses a lion's head as it's symbol. The doubled lion's refers to a prophecy about their house. Supposedly a scion of the house will be born who will be of Myw's blood, The King of Lions, who will be destined a warrior and a conqueror, but not a traditional one. It is said they will come into there own through the defeat of another "like onto a mirrored his". The dual head is supposed to be a reference to the conflict between these two.
“Does any of that ring a bell, my mountainous midshipman?”
Later in the morning, he looks around for other live music places, perhaps puts out his case in a plaza, if there’s a busy one, or the docks if that's where they are, and Performs there (22). He's got an ear to the rail regarding pulling together a band, or famous places to play, etc.
He also wants to draw a bead on any rumors or talk of Orc tribes causing havoc he might overhear from his audience / passersby.
In the town square is a fountain with a central pedestal, upon which usually sits a statue that, according to the plaque, commemorates the destruction of the Gauntlet of Chazmyre by House Xy'zul. A tag tied to the plaque informs the reader that the statue has been removed for repairs. The space which it occupied is a natural stage, the visual center of the square, and the performance here goes much better then before. The crowd is big enough to ensure function as a draw themselves. The amassed coins amount to around 3gp.
Laitraxa, having reflected on some facets of information she has determined, has an idea.
As she stirs from her nest on the engine deck, she finds Eclipse before he departs, and lets him know she will go into town once more while they await their cook and engineer.
She will want to find whatever amounts to the finest tailor in the town, politely asking directions as necessary.
The dragon will enter the shop of whichever tailor seems to have the finest clothes for a noblewoman. She won't know much of human fashions, so will probably pick the one whose clothes display more bright metal adornment than the others.
She will pad up to the shopkeep. "I am looking to get a... gift, for a companion of mine. She is tall, elven. She said she would like to match me and my colors at the next big... event, we attend."
The dragon sits on her haunches. "Do you have any recommendations? I don't know much about human or elven fashion. But something that is exciting! And still a bit practical."
“There is no time for shoes I’m afraid, the Dwarf can carry you. I.... um... don’t do touching.” Jenaer shudders at the thought of how unsanitary he may have been the previous night.
The shop clearly isn't laid out with a dragon in mind. Lifting your wings to get in the door is easy enough, though the clothing racks are too close together to allow you to turn around without making a circuit of the store. The scent of tailor's chalk is in the air by the desk at the back, where a short human, or a tall albioni, is stumbling over himself, ecstatic to be talking to a dragon. "Oh, well, I-I just, um, do you have any more, um, specific measurements? And uh, hmm... so, something in the ocher-sepia range... or brass and bronze... Do tell me, if you know, does the lady in question prefer something diaphanous or ephemeral," He points to a silken, semi-shear, dinner-gown on a manikin, "Or the more rugged adventurous sort?" He walks over and retrieves a paper box from behind the counter. Opening it he pulls out a brown leather jacket with metal cuffs and expands a burgundy top hat with a brass chain for a hatband.
"This is part of the new fashions coming out of Southshires these days, often paired with ascots, vests, and spats."
Laitraxa tries to keep her wings from tipping over any close-in racks, along with her tail, which whisks along the floor behind her. Her long neck cranes over the desk, looking at the offerings the tailor has on offer.
"Hmm. Well, I don't really know what size she is... I can only guess she's tall and relatively slender! I've never seen her, but I know her quite well! From... correspondence!"
"So... something that might be adjusted on the fly, and can be tailored after? She like the wind in her hair and being in the wilds, but also something elegant."
She does eye the dinner gown. "Like that, but less likely to rip and tear?"
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Bazlachi could have kissed Eclipse, if it weren't for the incredible social awkwardness. Instead his face lights up and he grins big while giving Eclipse a firm, but not overly aggressive, clap on the shoulder. "You've done it!" he said with glee. He then bounded toward gangplank to the ship before stopping and turning back to ask if Eclipse had seen a library or bookstore, but then hand waived off the question, happy to spend a bit of time looking for one in town.
OOC: Bazlachi will spend his additional downtime looking for a library or bookstore to research the prophecy.
"Pfft, I can walk well enough, thank you... just keep an eye out." She steps over to the door and presses an ear to it. "There are people in the hall, shall it be the window then?" She grins at the prospect. Picking up a small shoulder bag near the chair she was in earlier, and stepping into the light as she nears the second-story window and opens it, you noticed she's keeping her eye's closed. "What floor are we on?"
Research just isn't working out for Baz. The stacks of books are too narrow, the organizational signs require him to stoop, and even the books themselves just feel too fragile. Plus, people keep rounding corners and getting startled when they see him there. The whole venture just feels awkward and frustrating.
Meanwhile, the tailor mulls over his new criteria.
"Well, most things can be altered for fit, but simple is easier to manage an alteration on... "
After looking through several racks he presents Latraxia with a leather corset built into a long dress, the top of which connects to cloth tunic with long draping sleeves.
"This isn't terribly ornate, but leather is durable and comes in the same color palate naturally. These are also treated ironwood ribs, not whale bone, so the fit should be more comfortable than is usual for a corset. We can go a little more ornate and more durable, but that will get into your more arcane construction, which tends to be more pricey and a little more severe in terms of fashion, militant or suggestive."
By way of example he gestures to a piece on display labelled witch queen'scuirass which, while being entirely made of black leather also managed to no be made of all that much material, being revealing, and holding a distinct figure. Not technically a cuirass, it did look durable, if not actually protective, with several upward curling extensions suggestive of flame. Next to it, labeled Dame Emeritus, is a top and short skirt made of riveted brown leather, stylized to suggest armor, and probably not serviceable as such, or as heavy or uncomfortable. It carries a regal bearing, with a placeholder for a coat of arms or insignia.
"This," the tailor says, indicating the first piece, "is 5 silver. The cuirass is 8, as is the dame."
Bazlachi lets out a rather loud frustrated groan and then slumps against a nearby wall. "I need guidance..." he says under his breath. Academic pursuits were not his strong, well, suit. He'd be rather good at hacking and slashing his way through these books, they'd fall to his blade like so many untrained minions. He needed someone with a sword like mind, that could cut through the books like he could soldiers.
Inspired Bazlachi was already lumbering through the library, bookshelves shaking as he passed, a couple of slightly dislodged books fell to the floor with a hard thwap! His aim was to speak to the proprietor, or Librarian and when he arrived at the front desk he slammed his hands down onto the desk and in a breathy set of works nearly screamed, "I need a big brain!"
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Balachi nodded, "Get as close as you'd like if you think you can help, but I do not remove it." Bazlachi's voice got a bit more serious, "...ever. It's very dear to me. But where I got it from is as mysterious as where I came from. My first memory of being, here, is standing on a battlefield, soldiers all around me, sword and shield in hand. It was a glorious battle, and my stature and sudden appearance garnered much attention. I was attacked, but a few good men stood at my defense and when we had defeated our foes I joined their ranks. I knew only my name, so I asked many in the towns that we travelled through whether they knew my name as well." Bazlachi turned his head to look back toward the sky, "But alas, no one did. The men of my unit became my family, and it was only after our unit was decommissioned that I chose to part ways with them and that's how I found my way here. I figured a ship would take me to many different ports, and someone along the way might know me."
Tyrod> That's another 100 rations, and another 200 kilos sold (5gp). Carousing 44. "You earn modest winnings from gambling and recuperate your lifestyle expenses for the time spent carousing." That's the same result, so let's say you wake up in the same room, but under the bed.
Jenaer > It's an odd feeling to the hangover, so maybe it wasn't just alcohol. You're clothes are folded on a credenza nearby, though they appear to hold their folded shape when picked up, and have a tangy aroma. God's willing, that's just sangria. The bed also appears to be snoring...
Eclipse> I'll treat the History Check as 18 then; House Laryeon uses a lion's head as it's symbol. The doubled lion's refers to a prophecy about their house. Supposedly a scion of the house will be born who will be of Myw's blood, The King of Lions, who will be destined a warrior and a conqueror, but not a traditional one. It is said they will come into there own through the defeat of another "like onto a mirrored his". The dual head is supposed to be a reference to the conflict between these two.
Jenaer cautiously sniffs his garments before putting them on. “I must have been outrageous last night...... to mix red wine with fruits.” He shudders at the embarrassment of making such a social faux pas, what kind of savages did he mix with.
Inspecting the snoring under the bed, Jenaer finds an unconscious Tyrod. Shaking him awake he tries to wake him with hushed tones. “Tyrod, Tyrod! What sort of tomfoolery did we get up to last night? Do you know who’s room this is? We must return to the ship quickly and discreetly before our reputations are further sullied.”
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
If either of you try to remember the previous night, you get nothing clear, but you do remember drinking at a table with an old Sil-karg in a worn naval uniform and some of his Ruxalfier friends. They kept calling him Captain, and there where cards, and food, and a lot of laughing. Then there was a bunch of you in the street, singing, or that might have been beforehand, or both? Nothing that connects to this rather expensive and well-appointed room...
Sil-karg - A person of mixed high elven and hobgoblin descent. Respected and nearly extinct.
Ruxalfier - The fiery red elves who traditionally inhabit the Obsidian Mountains and most of Setti Major's deserts.
OOC: Battle, Cannibals, Intrigue, SCANDAL! This game has it all! lol
Tyrod wakes up with a start. "Wha.. what happened last night?" he says while being shaken awake. "I seem to remember a card game.. Or was it dice. Blast I can't remember anything after the 4 drink. It must have been poisined. I usually hold my liquor better then that. I think there was quite a bit of singing involved as well. At least I hope that's why my throat hurts so much. Ha!" He gingerly rubs his head and moves out from under the bed. His clothes are a in disarray along with his hair and beard. "Hopefully they haven't left without us."
Tyrod - Sky-Pirates of Q’rath Set: Crew of the Reaver's Word
Just so that other people don't have to wait too much, assume those not in the scene with Jaeger and Tyrod can take an additional downtime action while they resolve waking up in a strange place.
"Singing, I do recall singing." a female voice, shaking free from the groggy grip of sleep, issues from the corner where a large plush chair resides. A few wisps of memory settle in with the sound of her voice. It was there in the singing through the streets. Laughter too. A positive feeling accompanies the voice, but there was something associated with that memory that gave apprehension, what was it?
The lighting is just the sort to give someone with darkvision a headache: The bright, cutting dawn light coming in through the window, into a room that's pitch black on it's sides. Glancing from one spot to another in the room keeps making one's eyes want to switch back and forth between modes.
"Feeling...heavy. That's new..." There's an edge of suspicion in her voice as she rises from the chair. "Where is this?" The lighting leaves her a silhouette, but even in silhouette, she's clearly elven.
Jenaer rubs his head he looks the Elven woman up and down. “Excuse me madame, do you recall how we came to be here? Or who’s abode we are currently in?”
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
"Oh," she groans, "I was hoping you'd know where we are. I have this nagging feeling we're not supposed to be here. A lock may have been picked... We should, I think, be quick to leave."
As darksight begins to set in, you can see she's dressed sparsely, in what might be called a loin cloth dress, and barefoot. Her hair, short, is white, and her skin is an even dusk grey.
"I had shoes."
Eclipse tells Bazlachi what he knows about his choker’s design. (copied from above:)
House Laryeon uses a lion's head as it's symbol. The doubled lion's refers to a prophecy about their house. Supposedly a scion of the house will be born who will be of Myw's blood, The King of Lions, who will be destined a warrior and a conqueror, but not a traditional one. It is said they will come into there own through the defeat of another "like onto a mirrored his". The dual head is supposed to be a reference to the conflict between these two.
“Does any of that ring a bell, my mountainous midshipman?”
Later in the morning, he looks around for other live music places, perhaps puts out his case in a plaza, if there’s a busy one, or the docks if that's where they are, and Performs there (22). He's got an ear to the rail regarding pulling together a band, or famous places to play, etc.
He also wants to draw a bead on any rumors or talk of Orc tribes causing havoc he might overhear from his audience / passersby.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters // Eclipse Faraway in Gallows Dancer
In the town square is a fountain with a central pedestal, upon which usually sits a statue that, according to the plaque, commemorates the destruction of the Gauntlet of Chazmyre by House Xy'zul. A tag tied to the plaque informs the reader that the statue has been removed for repairs. The space which it occupied is a natural stage, the visual center of the square, and the performance here goes much better then before. The crowd is big enough to ensure function as a draw themselves. The amassed coins amount to around 3gp.
Laitraxa, having reflected on some facets of information she has determined, has an idea.
As she stirs from her nest on the engine deck, she finds Eclipse before he departs, and lets him know she will go into town once more while they await their cook and engineer.
She will want to find whatever amounts to the finest tailor in the town, politely asking directions as necessary.
Persuasion 19
Aldrik Reinholdt in Dragon Heist
Daventry in The Candlekeep Mysteries, and her bag
Though opinions disagree on exactly who's best, you certainly find several tailors.
The dragon will enter the shop of whichever tailor seems to have the finest clothes for a noblewoman. She won't know much of human fashions, so will probably pick the one whose clothes display more bright metal adornment than the others.
She will pad up to the shopkeep. "I am looking to get a... gift, for a companion of mine. She is tall, elven. She said she would like to match me and my colors at the next big... event, we attend."
The dragon sits on her haunches. "Do you have any recommendations? I don't know much about human or elven fashion. But something that is exciting! And still a bit practical."
Aldrik Reinholdt in Dragon Heist
Daventry in The Candlekeep Mysteries, and her bag
“There is no time for shoes I’m afraid, the Dwarf can carry you. I.... um... don’t do touching.” Jenaer shudders at the thought of how unsanitary he may have been the previous night.
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
The shop clearly isn't laid out with a dragon in mind. Lifting your wings to get in the door is easy enough, though the clothing racks are too close together to allow you to turn around without making a circuit of the store. The scent of tailor's chalk is in the air by the desk at the back, where a short human, or a tall albioni, is stumbling over himself, ecstatic to be talking to a dragon.
"Oh, well, I-I just, um, do you have any more, um, specific measurements? And uh, hmm... so, something in the ocher-sepia range... or brass and bronze... Do tell me, if you know, does the lady in question prefer something diaphanous or ephemeral," He points to a silken, semi-shear, dinner-gown on a manikin, "Or the more rugged adventurous sort?" He walks over and retrieves a paper box from behind the counter. Opening it he pulls out a brown leather jacket with metal cuffs and expands a burgundy top hat with a brass chain for a hatband.
"This is part of the new fashions coming out of Southshires these days, often paired with ascots, vests, and spats."
Laitraxa tries to keep her wings from tipping over any close-in racks, along with her tail, which whisks along the floor behind her. Her long neck cranes over the desk, looking at the offerings the tailor has on offer.
"Hmm. Well, I don't really know what size she is... I can only guess she's tall and relatively slender! I've never seen her, but I know her quite well! From... correspondence!"
"So... something that might be adjusted on the fly, and can be tailored after? She like the wind in her hair and being in the wilds, but also something elegant."
She does eye the dinner gown. "Like that, but less likely to rip and tear?"
Aldrik Reinholdt in Dragon Heist
Daventry in The Candlekeep Mysteries, and her bag
Bazlachi could have kissed Eclipse, if it weren't for the incredible social awkwardness. Instead his face lights up and he grins big while giving Eclipse a firm, but not overly aggressive, clap on the shoulder. "You've done it!" he said with glee. He then bounded toward gangplank to the ship before stopping and turning back to ask if Eclipse had seen a library or bookstore, but then hand waived off the question, happy to spend a bit of time looking for one in town.
OOC: Bazlachi will spend his additional downtime looking for a library or bookstore to research the prophecy.
Investigation check: 8
"Pfft, I can walk well enough, thank you... just keep an eye out." She steps over to the door and presses an ear to it. "There are people in the hall, shall it be the window then?" She grins at the prospect. Picking up a small shoulder bag near the chair she was in earlier, and stepping into the light as she nears the second-story window and opens it, you noticed she's keeping her eye's closed. "What floor are we on?"
Research just isn't working out for Baz. The stacks of books are too narrow, the organizational signs require him to stoop, and even the books themselves just feel too fragile. Plus, people keep rounding corners and getting startled when they see him there. The whole venture just feels awkward and frustrating.
Meanwhile, the tailor mulls over his new criteria.
"Well, most things can be altered for fit, but simple is easier to manage an alteration on... "
After looking through several racks he presents Latraxia with a leather corset built into a long dress, the top of which connects to cloth tunic with long draping sleeves.
"This isn't terribly ornate, but leather is durable and comes in the same color palate naturally. These are also treated ironwood ribs, not whale bone, so the fit should be more comfortable than is usual for a corset. We can go a little more ornate and more durable, but that will get into your more arcane construction, which tends to be more pricey and a little more severe in terms of fashion, militant or suggestive."
By way of example he gestures to a piece on display labelled witch queen's cuirass which, while being entirely made of black leather also managed to no be made of all that much material, being revealing, and holding a distinct figure. Not technically a cuirass, it did look durable, if not actually protective, with several upward curling extensions suggestive of flame. Next to it, labeled Dame Emeritus, is a top and short skirt made of riveted brown leather, stylized to suggest armor, and probably not serviceable as such, or as heavy or uncomfortable. It carries a regal bearing, with a placeholder for a coat of arms or insignia.
"This," the tailor says, indicating the first piece, "is 5 silver. The cuirass is 8, as is the dame."
Bazlachi lets out a rather loud frustrated groan and then slumps against a nearby wall. "I need guidance..." he says under his breath. Academic pursuits were not his strong, well, suit. He'd be rather good at hacking and slashing his way through these books, they'd fall to his blade like so many untrained minions. He needed someone with a sword like mind, that could cut through the books like he could soldiers.
Inspired Bazlachi was already lumbering through the library, bookshelves shaking as he passed, a couple of slightly dislodged books fell to the floor with a hard thwap! His aim was to speak to the proprietor, or Librarian and when he arrived at the front desk he slammed his hands down onto the desk and in a breathy set of works nearly screamed, "I need a big brain!"