Abovedecks, Ebran looks about his surroundings.
Xov paused for a moment before climbing outside, for he was highly sensitive to bright light. If he had his spell component pouch, he could protect himself with a simple spell, but he lacked the small bit of soot necessary as a material component. He could try looking around for some soot, but he didn't want to rock the boat. Well, he wasn't be sure if it was even bright out, and he could withstand a bit of dazzling, so he climbed up anyways.
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No. It's overcast, but the storm seems to have moved on. You see two moons in the sky, both Lamannia and Kythri. With Kythri representing change, and Lamannia representing serenity. The sun is shining, and it looks like to be about 5:59 A.M. near the Summer Solstice. Everything is wet as it recently rained.
The lake looks calm, and you can look across it and there is no land in the horizon. You see the Elven Village of Hatheril, now mostly integrated with humans. The trees look happy, and the grass looks very green. The air smells fresh and the sun looks brilliant.
image and image. There was a building at the end of the docks where other PoWs were getting processed. They were waiting in line for several gnomes to process their claims to freedom. There were many ahead of you. A dark skinned Brelish was counting you and said, "There's one missing."
Ebran remains silent, not caring if there was one missing. He could care less if one of these people died or escaped, and could care less if the guards got in trouble with their superiors. Freedom was at hand.
Xov sighed in relief that he was not blinded by the light. But something the guard said caught his attention--"one missing"? What was this? It might be just a paperwork glitch, but it could be something important. "I better pay closer attention to that guy...", he thought.
Kyndril glances about the area, taking in the elven village. He takes a deep breath of the air, and closes his eyes. Noticing the mention of one missing, he pauses, a faint frown coming over his features. So, they were obviously keeping track of his companions, and him, too, presumably. The magus scratches idly at his scar, waiting patiently for the guards to begin to talk.
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"Where is Essar Kavin?" asked the dark man. "He's not around here."
The woman said, "Maybe he's already processed?"
"Hmm . . . You five head down to the docks and to the Census and Excise Office where Piera d'Sivis awaits. She will record your name, your profession (), your vocation (), and the moon you were born under," said the dark skinned Brelish man. He points to the gang plank. "She will also record your place of origin."
The gang plank leads to a small gnome. She wears long orange hair in multiple braids, a green formal gown, and blazing green eyes. She stands at about two to three feet tall. Taller than most halflings you've seen, but smaller than a dwarf of the Mhor Holds. She is sitting down at a desk.
"Come on, I don't have all day!" she says.
Othan strides down the gang plank, "I am Othan, a mercanary born under the moon, Olarune.
Perception
Kyndril steps forward, a pleasant expression on his face. He had always found the gnomes of House Sivis, those that he had known, at least, pleasant company, polite and well educated, if somewhat lacking in piety and conviction.
"I am Kyndril Mieren, soldier of Thrane… Or at least I was." His face falls briefly, but he regains control quickly. "I work sword and spells in harmony and count myself as a fair cook, though. I was born under…" Flame help him, when was his birthday? Oh. Of course. "I was born under Lharvion."
His voice is polite, but to the point, and he examines the gnome with curious eyes as she writes his information down. After she is finished, he steps back to listen to the others' names and vocations with particular interest.
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Othan strides down the gang plank, "I am Othan, a mercanary born under the moon, Olarune.
Perception 1d20+4
"Right, okay, your place of origin?" she asks.
I know that I can't make that… But hey, maybe I'll get a nat20! 'Cause, y'know, that's what I want my good rolls on. Also, does Kyndril have any idea why they want the moon they were born under?
She writes down the last of your information and puts the parchment on the desk. She also stamps it and notarized it. "Take your papers and report it to Cassius to receive your stipend," she says.
The parchment has your name, your profession, and your place of origin. The house Sivis stamp is in red, and there is a ribbon attached. Piera d'Sivis' notorizing signature is on the left, and the house Sivis stamp is on the right.
'I was born in a small village in the Eldeen Reaches."
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'I was born in a small village in the Eldeen Reaches."
She writes down the last of your information and puts the parchment on the desk. She also stamps it and notarized it. "Take your papers and report it to Cassius to receive your stipend," she says.
The parchment has your name, your profession, and your place of origin. The house Sivis stamp is in red, and there is a ribbon attached. Piera d'Sivis' notorizing signature is on the left, and the house Sivis stamp is on the right.
"Ebran Asur. Sailor, Archer. Born under Zarantyr and Aryth. Born across the Lhazaar Sea."
"My name is Danir, my profession is Engineer, my vocation is in Artifice, I was born under the moon Eyre, and I hail from Eston, in Cyre."
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"Ebran Asur. Sailor, Archer. Born under Zarantyr and Aryth. Born across the Lhazaar Sea."
She writes down the last of your information and puts the parchment on the desk. She also stamps it and notarized it. "Take your papers and report it to Cassius to receive your stipend," she says.
The parchment has your name, your profession, and your place of origin. The house Sivis stamp is in red, and there is a ribbon attached. Piera d'Sivis' notorizing signature is on the left, and the house Sivis stamp is on the right.
"My name is Danir, my profession is Engineer, my vocation is in Artifice, I was born under the moon Eyre, and I hail from Eston, in Cyre."
As she was writing down your information, she heard you say Cyre and Piera stops. She looks up and says, "Oh, I am sorry. Cyre no longer exists, but I am writing down New Cyre as your place of origin."
She then stamps the seal of Sivis in red candle wax and notorizes the parchment. "Here, Cyran, and know that all of House Sivis mourns the loss of your family."
She stays silent for a moment, and then returns to her notary duties. "NEXT!" she says.
Ebran takes his papers and heads over to Cassius.
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Captain Cassius of the Brelish Military looks gruff. He has a scruffy beard, a long scar over his left eye that runs down his cheek, and an eyepatch over said eye. He looks pretty big, but the 16th century armor he wore looks more like a bell-shaped chestplate than one molded to one's musculature.
"Papers please," the captain states.
Danir walks over to Cassius to receive his stipend, all the while wondering what to think of New Cyre- in the camp he had heard that the heir to the Cyran throne had collected together refugees from the fallen land and built a community for them in Breland. "I am Cyran, but it is more than a nationality- the water of the land is my blood and its rocks are my bones, I do not think this New Cyre will be home for me," he decided as he gor into line with the other dischargees.
Ebran hands over the papers. As a fairly well-traveled person before his engagements in the war, he knows the importance of keeping track of one's papers. As such, he keeps an eye on what the Captain is doing with them.
Kyndril hands over his papers carefully, offering the good captain a steady look. He smiles absently, then recalls something abruptly.
"Excuse me, but do you know where my spellbook is and if it will be returned?"
That was important, after all. Flame help him if he had to go and research all the spells he had inscribed there again.
"I am Xov Karck, born under Vult. I hail from Aundair, and I was support sorcerer in the Last War."
He paused for a moment, then asked
Will my spell component pouch be returned?
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Sorry guys for being late hopefully this will work
Essar Kalvin slowly made his way out of the ship that was until he heard the whispering in the cargo room...it mentions the Blood constantly
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"I am Xov Karck, born under Vult. I hail from Aundair, and I was support sorcerer in the Last War."
He paused for a moment, then asked
Will my spell component pouch be returned?
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"Aundarian, born under Vult," said Piera d'Sivis as she stamps her house seal and then notices you staring at her. "Don't you have something better to do than stare at me, Mr. Karck?"
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Sorry guys for being late hopefully this will work
Essar Kalvin slowly made his way out of the ship that was until he heard the whispering in the cargo room...it mentions the Blood constantly
You find the soldier standing over you, he's pretty big. "I've found the last one!" said he. He picks you up.
"I don't ever want to see you again on this ship, this ship is destined to rendezvous with Argonth," he grufly said. "And everyone left aboard is going to be executed. So if you don't want to die, I suggest you get yourself off this ship. Now. Prisoner."
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Danir, Ebran, Othan, and Kyndril
Cassius takes your papers. "Ah, perfect. I think we have what you need right here," he said. He takes out four purses of gold, a letter of travel, and . . . "Ah, yes. I can't seem to find your repatriation papers."
Kyndril frowns. Of course he couldn't. That would be helpful, and that's just not how things worked here. Wonderful, simply wonderful. He bites back his instinctive reaction and instead goes for a different one.
"Flame forgive me, but where did you last see them?" He asks as if speaking to a child.
Oops. Well, at least it was better than what his original response would have been.
"Sovereign save me from mouthy elves..." Danir thinks to himself as he hears the spell sword make an ass of himself. "Fortunately, I'll soon be done with this lot."
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"Ah, I found it," said Cassius. He pulls out a package and gives it to Ebran. "Here, deliver this to Reesir Colworn in Crossroads. This contains an encoded message and he will probably have your Repatriation letters."
He gets out a spellbook for magi and hands it to Kyndril Meiren. The spellbook is empty. "Sorry about your last spell book sir, it got lost in the shuffle. So you have to start anew."
"Well, what's to be done about it then? Ebran asks.
Not that I really need them, but having them is better than not having them...
"Ah lovely, and here I thought I was free... patience," Danir thought to himself as he realized that he would be spending some more time with his new acquaintances.
Kyndril sighs rolling his eyes, but manages a smile. Though the book had only had a few spells, it had been his, and he disliked losing it. Of course, now he could go out and find entirely new ones, perhaps, and that would be quite exhilarating. His smile becomes genuine as he contemplates this.
"No fear, Captain. I shall enjoy the experience of hunting down and scribing my spells once again."
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"Ah lovely, and here I thought I was free... patience," Danir thought to himself as he realized that he would be spending some more time with his new acquaintances.
[dice=Perception check] 1d20+5
[ooc] DISMAL FAILURE
You actually find things that are too embarrassing. Two eggs, one rat, and . . . . A RATTLESNAKE! did you pick it up?
"Never know when an egg might come in handy."
Their is no need to threaten me soldier, years of rotting in a cell have robbed me of my former vitality.
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"Well, what's to be done about it then? Ebran asks.
Not that I really need them, but having them is better than not having them...
"You and your group must deliver the encoded message to Reesir Colworn at the city of Crossroads. My suggestion? You take the lightning rail to the city. It's fast, efficient and cheep. Reesir Colworn will explain what to do," said Cassius. He's calm and efficient, experienced with outburst's like the elf's.
Something was strange. What was the deal with the package? Why were foreigners being asked to carry an encrypted message? He decided he had better approach them.
" Hello, Kyndril, was it? Where are you off too?"
Something was strange. What was the deal with the package? Why were foreigners being asked to carry an encrypted message? He decided he had better approach them.
" Hello, Kyndril, was it? Where are you off too?"
Xov walks over to where he was told, and shows the stamped form.
Essar began moving to the processing station, how long had it been since he had seen sunlight...
Kyndril tilts his head. The drow was talking to him. The Aundairian drow was talking to him. This was not to be trusted, not at all. But hell, he didn't really have much choice did he. He opens his mouth and answers honestly.
"Thrane, I expect. Though maybe... someplace different. Hm. The Lhaazar Principalities always need a firm guiding hand... Ah well. Home first." He looks to the drow. "So you're not from Xen'drik, then? I think I heard you were from Aundair, but..." The magus seems somehow disappointed. "I was so looking forward to talking about Xen'drik with you."
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"Stupid noisy dark skinned drow," Piera was saying as Essar approached her. "Well, you have to be the last one. Alright, we'll do this painlessly. Give me your name, place of origin, your profession, your vocation, and finally the moon you were born under."
Something has clearly gotten up this gnome's petticoat. Her mood is much more sour than usual.