With a sigh, Khane raises his hands and concedes, letting the party have their equipment back. That's when The little gnome slides up Behind Believer "here is the instructions on the ship!" she coos, handing her a small Pamphlet. "Just read that. it's super simple, the ship basically Flys itself... just dont make the Air Elemental mad" she chuckled, skipping off.
Rorx keeps his eyes on the tiefling as he recovers his gear, then turns to Believer - "I may have gotten some of what you have explained, but definitely not all" - he grunts - "Any chance I can take a look at that?" - he nods at the pamphlet.
Struggling with understanding what the devil woman had told her, the skull headed lizard responds. "Door-Portals. Keys...? City is danger, yes? Thieves, dragons?" Bonehead speaks slowly, tryin to ensure she says each word clearly.
"Yep, that is about what I understood also" - he chuchkles.
She did not take her eyes off the Blackguard until he had left the ship. She knew she was no match for him, but she would not be cowed by the face of true evil, either.
Once they were gone, she said, "Strange company ye keep, Dusty." Then turned her attention to the little one again. "Aye, thieves, bridle-cull, other cross-trading scum. Sigil's ruled by tha Lady o' Pain. An' now ye know that, go on an' forget it! The less said o' tha Lady, tha better. She cares little fer Sigillians, let alone Outsiders. Dragon... that what ye are?" She asked, eyeing the little blue-scaled one.
Rorx keeps his eyes on the tiefling as he recovers his gear, then turns to Believer - "I may have gotten some of what you have explained, but definitely not all" - he grunts - "Any chance I can take a look at that?" - he nods at the pamphlet.
"Aye, let's give it a scan." She said opening it on a surface where they could all see and hopefully read the instruction pamphlet.
The Pamphlet is pretty easy to read, written Concisely so that even the simpllest fool could get it. the Ship was fairly easy to steer, The wheel turned the ship right and left, and there was a Couple of levers to determine Vertical movement and speed.
The wheel and controls were designed for Gith, and Bonehead was much too short to use them properly. The kobold leaves it to the others to figure out.
The lizard shakes her head. "Pain Lady sounds bad." She proudly puffs out her chest at Believer's question. "Yes, Dragon!" While it's difficult to see her smile, its presence is obvious.
Unless the others stop her, Bonehead decides to explore the ship in its entirety. She wonders where this "Air Elemental" the Gnome spoke of is.
"Steering this one seems straightforward enough" - Rorx comments to the others, after they went over the pamphlet.
She proudly puffs out her chest at Believer's question. "Yes, Dragon!" While it's difficult to see her smile, its presence is obvious.
"You are a Dragon?" - the half-orc questions his small companion.
"A juvenile perhaps?"
"I have studied the draconian language" - he adds to Believer - "Back in my... Home"
Dust Chuckles over to the side, watching you all with Mild Amuzement, he slides a Book from his waist and begins casually reading it. "they are a Kobold, Very clearly. little minions created by Dragons to defend their lairs, least where I'm from they are.... I don't know about this unfortunate soul."
As you start the ship moving, The Dustman Will casually watch just to make sure you are not stearing the wrong way "we are heading to a very large Gate, I have the key on me- so I will have to make two trips through it" the Dustman explains.
Bonehead crossed her little arms, clearly insulted at the Dustman's insinuations.
Catching herself, she speaks to the half-orc in a barking dialect of Draconic.
The kobold is noticeably more relaxed and happier speaking her native language.
The Pamphlet is pretty easy to read, written Concisely so that even the simpllest fool could get it. the Ship was fairly easy to steer, The wheel turned the ship right and left, and there was a Couple of levers to determine Vertical movement and speed.
She winked at the little dragon and also spoke Draconic, which she had learned because many magical writings were written in the language.
She did her best to operate the steering correctly to get them on their way. The sooner they were shod of this bunch, the better.
Almost as if born for this, Believer manages to steer the ship without fail, almost so well that it nearly collides with the Other ship! thankfully Believer can easily get it back in line.
before anything can happen however you hear a Shiver coming from the air
The Dustman chuckles at the Kobold when they chatter away in draconic tongue, Responding with simply "dragon or not, you will all end the same"
The kobold is noticeably more relaxed and happier speaking her native language.
"Did you hear that disembodied voice?" - Rorx asks the others, his hand drawn to the weapon as he moves to the rail to look around into the milky surroundings.
The lizard stuck her tongue out impudently at the Dustman. "Better die dragon than goblin!"
"You have a teacher Rorix? Was it a dragon?" The small lizard asks, with no small amount of curiosity.
After Believer introduces herself, the kobold realizes she never did the same. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Högröst, the Patriarch's Singer. Mmm... my people change our names when the times are right. With the Patriarch dead... I'm going to need a new name." The dragonkin's voice is sombre as she speaks of the Patriarch, saddened with the her leader's loss.
The whooshing voice of the air elemental shakes her from her thoughts. She didn't understand what it said, but it certainly sounded like one. "Should I sing for the Air Spirit? Would that calm it?"
"Did you hear that disembodied voice?" - Rorx asks the others, his hand drawn to the weapon as he moves to the rail to look around into the milky surroundings.
"Aye, I did. Cannae say what that dark of that wigwag be, though."
The Dustman chuckles at the Kobold when they chatter away in draconic tongue, Responding with simply "dragon or not, you will all end the same"
"Dust and ash, with yer name penned in tha Dead Book, aye. Dusties have dry, senseless dreams, ye do." She said shaking her head. "At least tha piking Godsmen 'ave sumthin' ta look forward to."
She turned toward her newly won companions speaking in Draconic as the little one seemed to like it so. "Another important point about Sigil is tha factions. Groups of folk with similar beliefs. I have some minor association with tha Sensates. I'm not a full member o' Tha Society of Sensation, mind ye, just honorary. They think one learns about the multiverse through experience and sensation and I had some dark experiences indeed to share." Her face took on a grim expression for a moment before she continued. "Dustmen, like our chaperone there, believe we're all just waitin' to wake up from a false life and realize we've always been dead. They seek to purge themselves of passion and break the cycle of rebirth. It's important to know what ye believe in and hold onto it while you're travelin' tha planes. And ta believe in sumthin' worthwhile." She said with a slight frown in the Dustman's direction.
The kobold nods her head at the tiefling's description, not completely understanding but grasping some details. "What about me? where should I go?"
The kobold nods her head at the tiefling's description, not completely understanding but grasping some details. "What about me? where should I go?"
"That depends on what ye believe in, little nameless one." She replied, "But fer now, stay close ta me. I'll help ye find yer way."
Bonehead peeks outside, trying to get a feel for what the city looked like.