Hefting his quarterstaff warily the shifter scans the room, looking for more trouble, or anything of note.
Unmarked will grab the staff.
you notice nothing but the men whimpering on the floor, these red scarf thieves have passed the boundaries of mortal sanity... The staff glows in your hand Unmarked and you can tell that it is no ordinary bauble, the kobold was either very lucky or very powerful to acquire this staff wrought of pure kyber dragonshards...
it isn't psionic, you can feel the power within it just by touch alone. You can tell basically that this definitely isn't a tool that a mere acolyte or apprentice would wield.
"We should get back as soon as possible. I'd rather not waste time with fashionable thieves when I can be exploring ancient mysteries."
You all make your way out of the warehouse and find the caravan just in time, the final preparations have been made and Drask is scanning his surroundings looking for you.
The mindforged walks towards Drask. "We have retrieved the staff. Where is the kobold?"
As you speak to Drask the kobold shaman who was lurking behind a crate shrieks in glee and runs towards you and the staff... Staff! Staff!
Unmarked holds it out for him to take.
The kobold shaman takes the staff with great reverence and begins muttering in draconic, you can clearly tell by the repeating words that it has something to do with obsession...
"Let us be off!"
As the kobold departs to tell his followers of the good news Drask speaks, [b]We will be leaving in a few minutes before we head out for any of you non warforged who are wounded should seek out Priestess Rye. As for you go to artificer Haldrek, the man may be insane but he can repair anything...
Artor prepares to depart on the journey
Once he has prepared Artor will journey among the caravan looking for others of faith, that he may engage in stimulating conversation during the travels ahead.
Perception
Unmarked will move to see Artificer Haldrek about his damage, as well as ask him a few questions.
1. Are you interested in creating a new kingdom?
2. Are you with House Cannith?
3. Are you familiar with Xendrik's interior?
Unmarked, You find the mad artificer Haldrek lurking in his makeshift laboratory which happens to be a set of ale barrels...the man doesn't even notice you as you approach he is focused on a sort of crossbow like invention although you wonder what it fires... The man himself is in his thirties from the look of it and his hair is frizzed and points upwards and madness gleams in his mismatched eyes one purple the other orange...
Artor, you find Priestess Rye and see immediately that she is a Priestess of the Blood. Her garments are blood red literally and you sense something "off" about her. You don't see her hair behind her hood but you do see her exceptionally pale face and her ruby red lips... She is cleaning several sets of surgical knives and other healer tools and judging from the crates on the ground with the Karnathi military medical corps logo on them she seems well prepared for the journey ahead...
"Hello," Unmarked starts, making sure to greet the man before approaching too close so as to avoid freaking him out, "I require repairs, could you facilitate the necessary mending? Also, what is that odd crossbow?"
"Good day priestess, I am Artor, a servant of the Host. Do you have everything that you require before we start on this grand adventure?"
Unmarked, the artificer looks up at you briefly from his crossbow experiment and speaks. This here fine contraption be my Xivagamowat! It is the future of warfare and as for repairs I can do that, sit on the cart while I sort through me tools...
Artor, Priestess Rye studies you cautiously you get the feeling that she is deciding whether or not you are a threat...then she speaks in a neutral tone. Eh I have everything I need, Karnath military surplus is the best. Now why are you really here, it's rare for a servant of the Host who does not come from Karnath to chat with one of the Blood...
Unmarked takes a seat.
"I am merely looking for someone to engage in some stimulating conversation with along the journey and have found that conversing with others of faith is usually more engaging than speaking with the unwashed masses."
Unmarked, the insane artificer begins his work with an odd series of contraptions that seem to have been made from...cutlery indeed you could swear that one of them was a rusted meat cleaver. You are repaired and the artificer almost immediately hops back to that..."Xivagamowat" of his.
Artor, You seem interesting but tell me, did you fight in the Last War like I did all those years ago? In particular did you fight against Thrane?
"How did you get the idea for this weapon?"
Kyrso approached the point where Unmarked was speaking with an articifer. He had no interest in joining Artor's religious debates.
The Xivagamowat was to be my finest invention, It would revolutionize the battlefield as we know it. With the Xivagamowat a soldier would be able to destroy dozens of enemies at a time... Haldrek's speech then descends into a bizarre series of pseudo scientific/arcane calculations...
"Do you need me to test it out for you on the battlefield?"
As you speak a young blonde woman comes up and sees immediately who you have been talking to. She has the appearance of a engineer and keeps her black hair short and her coal black eyes look at the artificer with extreme disdain (). Then she speaks, Sorry stranger for you having to hear my mad uncle's ramblings. I tried to convince mother to lock him up in an insane asylum but she just didn't have the stomach to do it...as for that so called "weapon" (intense eye rolling) it's nothing more then a piece of kobold crap assembled from random scrapheaps from who knows where...
"I could take a look at it", Kyrso offers.
"Sometimes the fight is won by ingenuity, luck, and some would say... insanity."
Not my uncle's insanity, the Xivagamowat is a weapon design banned by house Cannith with good reason... Their was only one of the weapons in existence and while terrifying on the battlefield it was a ticking time bomb... Kalinnar d'Cannith was destroyed by his own invention... If you want stable, useful artifice come to me not this madman. With that the lady marches off to her own wagon which seems to be far more orderly (in comparison) then Haldrek's...
Kyrso you see that the weapon could unleash power destructive forces however it is missing several key components...you wouldn't use it as a weapon in it's current state if your life depended on it...
"I see. Well it is good to know we have your skills among our caravan. The trip will be rough, and I am sure many repairs will be required both for myself and for the wagons."
Ready
Ready to go.
The caravan travels through the night and the moons of eberron begin to disappear as the sun rises...the caravan has traveled a great length of ten miles and is taking a break to refresh itself...
As you rest on your wagon and drink from canteens a small, red scaled kobold comes running towards you and screeches in a shrill, winy voice. Drask wants you now! Now!
"and so he sent his runt to find us?" artor finishes his drink gathers his gear and waits for the others. "I am starting to wonder if we are getting paid enough"
"Well, I wonder what it is this time."
"Again? Can he handle anything himself?"
Silently getting up, Ormak scans the area and sniffs the air for any signs of potential danger.
Kron, you sense nothing other then the smell of highly rancid and excited kobold.
The kobold clearly excited runs off and it seems you must follow him...
You follow the kobold and see that Drask is readying a dinosaur with a great crest and two horns for travel, the beast is laden with goods. Some of the goods seem fairly valuable while others such as the beautiful scorpion pendants wrought of Jade seem quite strange... Drask sees you approaching and motions you to come closer.