[dice=Perception]1d20+12-10
Elen is awakened by her dream and lays there, listening to the sounds of the night as she tries to get back to sleep.
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Sleeping lightly, the wizard stirs as Ruul rises and exits. The strange noise pulls him completely from his sleep and he grabs his new handy backpack and heads to the deck, still rubbing sleep from his eyes.
Looking at the new ship the wizard blinks a few times and then lets his analytical mind go to work. Those clever Numerians. he thinks.
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From his makeshift bunk on a corner of the top deck, Calendir is startled by the extremely loud moan-like noise, springing to his feet even before being completely awake.
At his side, Lagash growls audibly, also caught by surprise by the unexpected, drawn out, piercing noise - the hair on his back completely up, and his ears flatened against his head, peering over the side of the ship.
Feeling silly for already being with bow in hand, Calendir looks at the others that have come up also, awaken by the strange noise - What is it? A boat... of sorts?
[Dice=Perception]1d20-1-10
Numair sleeps soundly, dreaming his recurring dream of hunting in the desert sands with a noble desert panther. It is one of the most beautiful creatures he has ever seen, and it speaks to him of wisdom and patience and grace.
Once things have relaxed somewhat, the half-orc decides to seize on the opportunity, and fish for breakfast.
Survival: 1d20+11
Macavity had been watching the strange boat for awhile after he had spotted the column of steam that he initially thought was smoke on the river. The sound of the 'wounded bull moose' elicited an arched eyebrow. He cataloged the odd vessel among his vast collection of odd memories.
Later Imbukar will join those on deck to watch, but will maintain invisibility. He will speak to those on watch telepathically to let them know he is present. Watchers, I have joined you in your vigil. Have you noted anything of import?
** telepathy to Imbukar: **
When the loud noise intrudes into her half-awake consciousness, Elen sits bolt upright, looking over at Lavinia in surprise. Worried about what might be happening, Elen doesn't pause to dress but rapidly wraps her sheet around her body in a makeshift garment, leaving her shoulders, arms and upper chest bare, but covering the rest of her body down to her feet. Hurrying up to the deck, she rushes to the rail where Alliriyallin and her teammates are looking at the strange thing.
"A ship? Without sails? Those wheels must be propelling it somehow... What a horrible noise! I thought for certain some horrible beast must be attacking -- look at me, I didn't even take time for clothes!" Her cheeks darken as she blushes under her tan. She retreats to her cabin to dress, and returns to the deck to inspect the loud contraption in more detail.
"Horses! I bet there are horses inside it, or maybe oxen, turning a big wheel inside like a flour mill. Then that turns the wheels on the outside, which pushes the ship along." She makes a clever, but probably entirely wrong, guess.
"Things are always easier when you don't take time for clothes!" teases Ally as Elen blushes and rushes off to dress. She flitters closer to the other ship, boldly examining it from the air. In her curiosity, she doesn't attempt to be particularly stealthy, trusting to her senses to alert her should there be anything dangerous.
After she finishes her cursory examination of the other vessel (she'd prefer more but knows that her own ship is moving on), she flies back and meets Elen for their morning communion. The two of them retreat to their cabin, spending an hour in quiet meditation together.
I was recruited to the Pathfinders several years ago and already serve a faction other than Cheliax. That's enough information to reciprocate the amount you shared.
If you do not wish to be forthright, I shall ask Azeraunt.
"Things are always easier when you don't take time for clothes!" teases Ally as Elen blushes and rushes off to dress. She flitters closer to the other ship, boldly examining it from the air. In her curiosity, she doesn't attempt to be particularly stealthy, trusting to her senses to alert her should there be anything dangerous.
[dice=Perception]1d20+9
After she finishes her cursory examination of the other vessel (she'd prefer more but knows that her own ship is moving on), she flies back and meets Elen for their morning communion. The two of them retreat to their cabin, spending an hour in quiet meditation together.
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What of your home? Of your parents?
Elen notices Calendir's success with fishing, and goes into the stores to find some herbs that will make the salmon even more delicious. The ship's cook takes them happily, glad to be able to stretch his culinary muscles a bit.
After breakfast, she will meet with Ruul and perform the usual rituals they have become accustomed to.
The boat pulls into the dock as the grey sky begins to turn pink. It seems quite busy for its size, and already there are dock workers waiting to take on the new supplies and materials. Over the course of the next three hours, items and cargo are moved back and forth between the docks and the boat. While no one gets off the boat, there are several individuals who do get one, including one that looks like he is carrying a musical instrument container.
Sure enough, as the boat begins to pull away from the dock and the breakfast dishes are being put away, the passenger pulls out a violin from his case and sets up to play. The gentleman with the violin is a gnome, thin in stature with a ruddy complexion and platinum blonde hair. He looks out at the people who are standing on deck, before speaking.
"Hello everyone, my name is Roondar the Steadfast, and I have always been one to earn my way wherever I go. I only ask for small donations and I'll play whatever you'd like me to play. I only ask that you allow me to take a break once in awhile." With a broad smile, he begins to play a light and airy tune .
What was the reason behind that cacophony? Do they threaten us? The wizard looks on curiously.
"Hello everyone, my name is Roondar the Steadfast, and I have always been one to earn my way wherever I go. I only ask for small donations and I'll play whatever you'd like me to play. I only ask that you allow me to take a break once in awhile." With a broad smile, he begins to play a light and airy tune .
"Would you accept accompaniment? I think I know the tune you play. If you'll have my name, I'll take yours if you don't mind -- Alliriyallin of Elysium, here on an extended tour."
Assuming he accepts Ally's offer, she will summon a viola (sized normally, so she has to play it like a Double Bass, upright in front of her) and plays harmony to Roondar's tune.
"Hello everyone, my name is Roondar the Steadfast, and I have always been one to earn my way wherever I go. I only ask for small donations and I'll play whatever you'd like me to play. I only ask that you allow me to take a break once in awhile." With a broad smile, he begins to play a light and airy tune ."Would you accept accompaniment? I think I know the tune you play. If you'll have my name, I'll take yours if you don't mind -- Alliriyallin of Elysium, here on an extended tour."
Assuming he accepts Ally's offer, she will summon a viola (sized normally, so she has to play it like a Double Bass, upright in front of her) and plays harmony to Roondar's tune.
"I would be happy for the accompaniment." Seeing Ally 'pull out' a viola, his smile brightens. "It is so wonderful to find another who can play strings." Hearing Ruul's request, he hums a few bars out loud, asks Ally if she knows that tune and () begins to play.
A tall, thin man comes towards your general direction, glancing every so often at the walls, even sliding a hand across the wall to look for dust. He is wearing fine clothes, has a satchel in his other hand, and is likely looking for his room. As he crosses your path, he says, "Good day to you, ma'am," in a rich almost baritone. "Might you direct me to room 7?"
"Oh cor, is that a log that your carrying, or are you happy to see me?" You look down and see a rather striking looking female gnome, looking right up your loin cloth. She has shimmering purple hair with a couple of blond streaks, wearing almost inappropriate clothing, and has rather 'huge tracks of land' although proportionate to her size. She is staring up at you with a fierce, almost predatory grin.
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My home? My parents? I was not born of this plane but one parallel to the kingdom of Lingshen, one the greatest of the Successor States of Imperial Lung Wa. I do not remember my parents and have never designated a location as home.
Your turn. What kind are you? And what are your ambitions?
Kallistiel frowns at the man for a moment before speaking. "You would do better to ask someone who actually works here, although they do seem to be few and far between. Nonetheless, I expect it's over there somewhere," she says, waving him in the general direction. "Be prepared for a lumpy mattress and coarse sheets. This tub is, unfortunately, not equipped for comfort and style."
Kallistiel frowns at the man for a moment before speaking. "You would do better to ask someone who actually works here, although they do seem to be few and far between. Nonetheless, I expect it's over there somewhere," she says, waving him in the general direction. "Be prepared for a lumpy mattress and coarse sheets. This tub is, unfortunately, not equipped for comfort and style."
"A tub? That is impressive. I was told that I may as well jump in the river, as to have a chance to be clean on this place." Looking at you for a moment, he smiles briefly. "You look like a woman that is typically most uncomfortable in such a...an unsavory place as this. It is nice to know that I am not alone in this." With a deep bow at the waist, he says to you, "My name is Digory...Digory Odgers, at your service, my dear." He stretches out a well-manicured hand towards you in greeting.
Ruul enjoys the performance, clapping his huge meaty hands together with the rhythmic of the song (poory).
At the gnome's comment, Ruul quickly replies.
"It is just a quarterstaff weighted properly for my frame. It is quite-", the minotaur stops when he notices precisely where the little newcomer was looking while she had been talking.
"I trust it is to your liking?" the bull says with a change of tone as he appreciatively studies the small woman's exposed unsmall features.
"That's quite a Hampton you got there, big boy," the 'little' lady says, still with that big grin on her face. "Although I would call it more of a half-staff, rather than a quarter, judging by the look on your face, if you can Adam and Eve it." Still looking up your 'skirt,' as it were, the wee gnome continues. "You got a nice, tight bum to go with that stick I see." You see her giving you an appreciative stare as you look down at her.
"Tell ya what love, how 'bout later on, we settle down somewhere's cozy like. I have some of me mother's ruin with me, I might let ya get me pissed and probably even creamed as we head up the frog and toad here. What do you say?"
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Lavinia listens along to the song as Ally and the Gnome play it "That is a rather amusing little tune. I can't recall ever hearing that one before."
She tries to hide a look annoyance at the female gnome's rather inappropriate comment, though she can't really understand the last part of what she said involving pissing and amphibians. That little lumberjack better find a different log to roll...
Ally takes a little while to get the melody of the song but soon she is playing along with the gnome with vigor, singing along with the chorus and stamping her little feet on the deck to add a bit of percussion.
"A tub? That is impressive. I was told that I may as well jump in the river, as to have a chance to be clean on this place." Looking at you for a moment, he smiles briefly. "You look like a woman that is typically most uncomfortable in such a...an unsavory place as this. It is nice to know that I am not alone in this." With a deep bow at the waist, he says to you, "My name is Digory...Digory Odgers, at your service, my dear." He stretches out a well-manicured hand towards you in greeting.
Kallistiel snorts, "Considering they probably dump their refuse in the river... yes, the only way to be clean is to bathe in that same river. This place isn't particularly comforting, no, but I make do. They say these kinds of 'learning experiences' can 'improve' one's character. We'll see about that. In any case, I am called Kallistiel Illuiadlara," she says placing her gloved hand in his.
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Numair awakes after a peaceful night, and heads upstairs to the smell if fresh cooked fish. He enjoys the meal immensely and is delighted when the fiddler opens his case. He dances along to the cheerful tune, his movements quite different from the serious dance of yesterday.
He'll sing along on the songs he knows and seems to be in high spirits.
That music is just the thing! Always lifts my heart.
"A tub? That is impressive. I was told that I may as well jump in the river, as to have a chance to be clean on this place." Looking at you for a moment, he smiles briefly. "You look like a woman that is typically most uncomfortable in such a...an unsavory place as this. It is nice to know that I am not alone in this." With a deep bow at the waist, he says to you, "My name is Digory...Digory Odgers, at your service, my dear." He stretches out a well-manicured hand towards you in greeting.Kallistiel snorts, "Considering they probably dump their refuse in the river... yes, the only way to be clean is to bathe in that same river. This place isn't particularly comforting, no, but I make do. They say these kinds of 'learning experiences' can 'improve' one's character. We'll see about that. In any case, I am called Kallistiel Illuiadlara," she says placing her gloved hand in his.
Digory leans forward to brush his lips along the back of your gloved hand. As he comes back, he says, "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Illuiadlara. By your name, you must be from....Taldan? I was originally born and raised there myself. It is a lovely place, particularly along the coast, but I fancied myself a traveler and adventurer, and here I am.". Digory brushes off some spec of dust from his lapel and says, "I must say, I am starting to feel a might peckish. Is there a dining hall here and would you care for some lunch with me?"
Ruul struggles to understand the bulk of what the curvaceous little woman was saying but her intent was clear enough.
It would be a challenging pairing and he wasn't certain her kind could even bear him sons at all. He'd never seen a gnome or halfling within the harems of his people. His thoughts suddenly turned to Lavinia and he glanced in the pale priestess' direction.
"I hope you have no duties to attend to immediately within Gundrun. I imagine you will be... sore for a time after we're done", the bull explains.