"Baaah!" Cantion realizing his new fellow Champions Zeus, that still sounds weird are quickly leaving the oracle for the docks, packs back up his wine and trots after the exiting centaur and human.
Looking to the sorcerer, the fawn says, "Meet you at the docks, gorgeous!"
Seeing everyone leaving, the strange man follows.
The arcane caster gave a deep sigh as she watched them exit and followed after. She grabbed her spear from the wall she had leaned it against before quickening her pase to catch up to the front of the group.
She gazed at the centaur from the corner of her eye as she said. "You are the one I'm worried about most. Ships are not very friendly to horses, do you have a captain in mind or shall we ask for one who is use to transporting centaurs?"
"We're made for the land, not the sea." Nessius replies. "However, we have, on occasion, sailed."
He rolls his shoulders. "It'll be cramped, but I will manage."
"Are you sure?" The Amazonian woman asked. "I could see about getting my hands on a potion or scroll to shrink you down just a bit. So that it might be easier." She told him, giving a slight shrug.
"No." Nessius replies firmly. "I will now allow it. Centaurs are not ponies." he answers with a smirk.
Hidden around the temple the entire time, Kandoo never introduced himself to the Greek. Instead, he stayed on the shadows, trying to understand what happened - and why he had being attracted to this place.
The sands of the desert themselves draw a path here, and here now he was. When he overheard the words of the Oracle, somehow he felt touched by them himself; yet, he wasn't from here. These were not his lands, but fate has a strange way of showing himself, and he was sure this was the will of Neith.
He looked admired as the centaur and the fawn passed with the others. They were part animal - this was truly a sign for him. He prayed for moments, thanking for the blessings received, and finally took the road, following the group from some distance. Should he introduce himself? He was still a little paranoid - afraid they'd simply send him away - and, yet, on his core he felt attached to those adventurers.
Approaching Cantion, the strange man looked at the fawn. "I apologize for earlier. It was rude of me to do that." & with that, he moved on.
Looking at the armored human warrior, the fawn remarked, "Oh? Yes. That's alright. By the way, who in Tarturus are you?"
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The warforged priest hands you a deal as you leave, "this should grant you passage in any ships whithin the empire..." he says. Finding a ship is easy. The captain listens to your request and says, "well, sounds like the Isle of Minos, home of the minotaurs. I'll take you there... given you carry the oracle's seal... no denying her the pleasure." The shop is quite large, it carries several days worth of food, as well as many boxes filled with fine silks and cloth. It is a trading vessel.
"See?" Nessius states once the deal has been brokered with the captain. "No worries there."
"That seemed easy enough. I generally find things to come pretty easy though. I must be lucky. "
"Yes. Does seem the Fates are being kind for now." Titaia said as she crossed her arms. "Now, to the task of finding a place to say. One of us is already taken care of." She said as she looked to Patroclus before back to the group. "I suggest we take this time to seek out rooms and buy things we may need for the journey."
"We split up or go in small groups, or go as one large group." Titaia suggested as she looked down the street. "I leave that to the rest of you."
"Well I do have a suite. I think everyone could fit, but that's up to you fellows. "
"I don't know about all of us. Unless the suite can hold a fully grown warrior centaur." Titaia said before smirking at Nessius and saying "Who is definitely not a pony." then going back to the topic at hand. "And a fawn, an amazon, then three humans... Counting yourself of course... Wait." She pauses and looked to the man who had been following them, Kandoo. "Are you human?"
"I'll need to get rations, some camping supplies, and... one really big ball of twine." Nessius replied. "Like... 250 feet at least."
Overhearing the conversation with the amazon and the centaur, Cantion rummages through his backpack once again, assessing his needs.
"Yes. I'll pick up some more rations, maybe some lemons to fight scurvy, and I think 2 more gallons of wine should do it."
Titaia dug her hand into her coin purse, taking out two golden coins, and tossed them to Cantion. "Make it four gallons. I'll want some... She told him with a shrug, "I myself may look into some lemons or limes. The rest of you should as well." The amazon said to the rest of their merry little band.
The strange man walks with Cantion. "For your question earlier, I am Marcus, a servant of Zeus. It seems you enjoy wine. Mind if I go with you to get some?"
"Well I do have a suite. I think everyone could fit, but that's up to you fellows. "
"Well, I was hoping the amazon and myself would share more..intimate quarters tonight, but questing comes first, I guess", speaks a slightly disappointed fawn. "If there is room, I will take you up on your kind offer."
The strange man walks with Cantion. "For your question earlier, I am Marcus, a servant of Zeus. It seems you enjoy wine. Mind if I go with you to get some?"
The fawn catches the two gold coins deftly.
"Sure, Marcus", smiled the fawn. "My name is Cantion. I like the wine because it is the sacrament of my Lord Bacchus, of whom I'm his cleric and servant..although now, I think I'm a cleric to all the gods? I'm not sure of much nowaday", said Cantion thoughtfully.Besides, you look like you can carry a few extra gallons of wine."
As the paladin and cleric walk, Cantion poses his own question.
"You know. You were cutting very close to missing out on the oracle, what kept you from almost missing, most likely, the most important moment of your life?"
"Well, I was hoping the amazon and myself would share more..intimate quarters tonight, but questing comes first, I guess", speaks a slightly disappointed fawn. "If there is room, I will take you up on your kind offer."
Titaia couldn't help but laugh at the fawn's statement. "Beat me in combat, then we might talk about that. Though I doubt you'd win. I was born to be a warrior after all." She told him as she crossed her arms.
Titaia couldn't help but laugh at the fawn's statement. "Beat me in combat, then we might talk about that. Though I doubt you'd win. I was born to be a warrior after all." She told him as she crossed her arms.
"You may be right, Amazonian. Like the muses have sung, 'I'm a lover, not a fighter'. While other men have spent years polishing their spearheads, I have become adept at exploring the erogenous zones of various races. I know this very concept is alien to an amazonian warrior, but there are some advantages to surrender", Cantion smiled coyly.
"Well, I was hoping the amazon and myself would share more..intimate quarters tonight, but questing comes first, I guess", speaks a slightly disappointed fawn. "If there is room, I will take you up on your kind offer."Titaia couldn't help but laugh at the fawn's statement. "Beat me in combat, then we might talk about that. Though I doubt you'd win. I was born to be a warrior after all." She told him as she crossed her arms.
Nessius will watch the exchange with some amusement. "Well, that'd be a fine challenge for me... but I'm not interested in mating with you. Though some of my people are known for taking human concubines, I've never been interested in it. Perhaps we spar someday?"
He'll take his leave, to go purchase his supplies.
"There are several bedrooms in the suite so you are welcome to stay friend Cantion. "
He will head out and purchase a deluxe dungeneering kit.
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The captain of the ship you have purchased passage on waits for you all to get ready, You know anything of Minos? Home of the minotaurs? he is moving supplies to accompany the centaur on his boat. Legend says it's the home of the Architect. Legendary creator of the labyrinth. Some say he's not even human. Some say that's a lie. Well, history says that the last king of Minos had in his possession an artifact that have him control of dragons... I think it was all just boast and banter...
"I thought Daedalus was just a wise human. That's what my tutor taught me. "
"There are several bedrooms in the suite so you are welcome to stay friend Cantion. "
Before Patroclus leaves, the athlete tells his companions where the suite is in the city.
Cantion and Marcus both leave to pick up needed supplies.The fawn purchases 4 gallons of wine, a pound of citrus, 5 more trail rations, and 2 sacks.
Cantion stays with the paladin as he shops and they both help each other load their supplies on the boat.
Looking at Cantion, Marcus says "I almost missed because I was helping a family make an offering to Zeus. He can get pretty mad when use humans don't make our offerings." The paladin also loads a longbow onto the ship.
"...Sparing is always welcome.." Titaia answered as she offered a nod, the look on her face gave a hint of on confusion. "How does that even work?" Titaia muttered as she tried to figure out if breeding to a centaur was even possible. "Can a babe even be made from such a union?" After muttering a bit to herself, the amazonian sorceress shook her head a went about gathering items she thought they'd need.
When she returned to place the gear she would not need their they got to the island, she listened in to what the captain had to say. "He had an item to control dragons yet his island is now known as the isle of Minotaurs? Odd." She commented as she set down a massive pack. "I got a pavilion tent for out merry little group. Just in case we'll need it." She explained.
"From what I have seen, no female humans lain with a centaur produce foals... From what I have seen." Nessius replies when he returns. "But that does not mean they don't try if anything for the pleasure of the attempt. Humans come in all shapes and sizes, as do my kind."
He pats the new packs on his back, nestled between his human and equine backs. "I'm prepared for a longer journey." he says, the casks on his back sloshing. "I brought something the sailors called 'grog'. It is supposed to help prevent malnourishment while on the sea. There is also dice and a few other luxuries."
Cantion excuses himself from Marcus and walks over to Titaia, holding two gallons of wine, and puts them down next to her supplies.
"I nearly forgot. There you are. Two gallons of this season's wine", smiled the fawn.
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The captain nods, Of your all set, off we go! You need sail the next day. The seas around Olympia are calm, but soon Neptune shows his mood as the see becomes quite rough the second day in. Thankfully it is only a small bout... seems there was something else he was angry at. On the forth day there comes a sound off the side of the ship... gulls have perched and are squawking up a storm. Seems your close to land... least annother few hours.
Noticing the seagulls on the railings, Cantion passes the time until landfall with casting create water above the heads of the coastal birds.
Patroclus will just watch the ocean waves as he travels. He's usually at home so much, just seeing the world is quite a pleasure for him.
He will just stand at the railing, by himself, not saying anything. If approached, he will be polite though.
A quick, mischievous smile darts across the fawn's face.
It's a shame he had to stand there.
Seeing how Patroclus is standing next to where Cantion is playing 'soak the seagull', the cleric 'accidentally' cast create water over the athlete's head.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Patroclus! Didn't see you there. My mistake."
Looking at the cleric, Marcus rolls sense motive to see if it was a mistake.
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the seagulls all fly away spooked by something... and you notice the deck of the ship is covered with water below the deck, Nessius notices someone coming down into the space set out for him... someone dripping with water.
The figure is covered with seaweed and he carries a trident, but his face is fishlike and ugly. A large wide tail slides behind him... his movements where covered by the gulls above but not down here.
Titaia thanked the Fawn for getting her the wine she has asked for. She would need it while they traveled, as she didn't care much for the sea. Or well sea travel to be honest, she loved swimming in the waves but not traveling upon it.
Titaia, as expected, spent most of her time below deck trying to keep when food and drink she had down, and offering to play games with her new allies should they pass by.
"It is alright, an honest mistake. The water was a nice relief from the hot sun. "
Titaia, as expected, spent most of her time below deck trying to keep when food and drink she had down, and offering to play games with her new allies should they pass by.
"Hey, sea guy! What are you doing on our ship?" and he chases after him below deck.
As the others are alarmed by the presence of the strange sea man, Kandoo leaves his silent position on the edge of the ship and moves towards the group. He stays steps behind Patroclus, looking deeply to the fish figure with the trident. The eyes of the Samsaran seem to slightly move and adopt bird-like features; the changes are subtle, but even his hair seems to become more feathery.
Nessius cries out, leveling his lance at the intruder. "You aren't of this ship's crew! Explain yourself or perish!"
Going belowdecks where there's a cooped-up centaur warrior probably wasn't the best idea.
Cantion hears the centaur's warning and quickly clops below deck.
Upon seeing the aquatic humanoid, the fawn holds out his empty hands so show me is unarmed, and addresses the visitor.
"Greetings, stranger. We mean you no harm. What brings you to our ship?"
And the fawn points to the individual standing behind Patroclus, and asks, "And who's your friend?
Amend my post with 'once he hears the warning from below'
Hearing the commotion, Marcus chases the fish man.
Hearing Nessius call out, and already being below deck, Titaia made her way to the centaur. The movement of the ship making her a bit slower.
"Nessius what is it- Oh... The Amazon warrior said as she quickly leveled her spear as well. "What is that? Why is it here?" She asked when she noticed the rest of the group had made their way down below the deck.
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Unfortunately, he doesn't speak any of the languages, and the shark-like humanoid growls, saying something in a gargled voice.
The creature then moves to ready his trident against a charge.
There is a commotion on deck. As sailors begin falling from the rigging, javelin and tridents stuck through them. Another three apear above deck, one with a quiver of Javelin. One unarmed, and one with another trident.