"Well, what do we have here?" says one of the hobgoblins.
Another says, "A couple of humans, an elf, a half-orc, and two Warforged."
"Affirmative. Is one of your companions blind, that you needed to describe the visually obvious to him?" Lambda responds in a quizzical tone, glancing between them for any sign of impaired vision.
The half-orc draws himself upright and stares at the hobgoblins.
The hobgoblins and bugbear back down, intimidated by both Jacen and Escher. "Sorry," one says, and they melt back into the crowd.
"Well done Gentlemen. Now, if you are done we can move along..."
"Indeed. Quite done. Shall we?"
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When the hobgoblin departs, Beren lights a cigarette. I exaggerated a little, by the way. Just for the record...
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Karsh'e let's his hands drop. "Trouble dodged. Well done."
"But others noticed our little show." he says as he lets the crystal sword evaporate. "If we face further threats they will be better prepared."
"Let's keep moving. The airship is that way."
As you make your way to the Lyrandar dock, you find one airship taking on passengers. Aside from that, you see some half-elves of Lyrandar guarding the building. This is so they can keep the employees safe from the hobgoblins, goblins, and bugbears.
As they approach, Escher nods to the guards. "On our ship up here we found the results of a sahauguin attack. Sadly, the Lyandar ship Piliniel was lost, save for one survivor. Sean, could you come forward?"
As the boy comes up, he says, "He was booked for passage to Stormreach to meet the rest of his family. I hope that you will be able to arrange his passage home."
As they approach, Escher nods to the guards. "On our ship up here we found the results of a sahauguin attack. Sadly, the Lyandar ship Piliniel was lost, save for one survivor. Sean, could you come forward?"
As the boy comes up, he says, "He was booked for passage to Stormreach to meet the rest of his family. I hope that you will be able to arrange his passage home."
"We can," said the guard. "He's headed to Stormreach?"
The boy nods yes.
Beren shrugs his shoulders. It is gratifying that his companions are good people. Few people put Beren on this list either, so he decides that it's just none of his business.
Karsh'e watches the exchange. It occurs to him that they are giving the lad no agency. In the Shadow Marches he would be nearly considered an adult. "Sean, do you want to go with them?"
"I don't know," he says.
"It's your choice. I wouldn't suggest staying here alone though."
"I don't know," he says.
"What would help you know Master d'Lyrandar? All of us could try to give you the insights you need, and we each would have a different perspective I think."
Jacen smiles, rather gently
"My opinion is no greater than that of my colleagues, but you do have to good luck to be able to speak to at least one person who has a great deal of experience in a Dragonmarked House, even if maybe not your House specifically. Our Houses are hard enough on us, harder still for those of us who carry a Mark. I would be happy to help in any way I can."
"I rather not go in there alone," he finally says.
"Ah. If we are allowed to we can accompany you in and make sure you get on the ship safely. I would assume there are no dangers in there but I will be happy to keep you company."
She looks to the guards, "Is that permissible?"
The guards all nod yes.
"Well then, shall we?" She enters with the boy.
Lambda follows Lia.
"Are we abandoning our mission in the mournland? Escher asks, but will continue with the others.
"No. We are just seeing this young man safely to his home first. As soon as he is settled we can be on our way."
Inside is a lavish interior. There is a mural on the ceiling, that is reminiscent of a baroque mythology painting. (Actually, I tried to find one, but I couldn't). The mural depicts the Sovereign Host and the Dark Six. The painting has lots of clouds, copious amounts of nudity, and the fires of hell. There are booths manned by house Lyrandar, selling tickets to Xen'drik. There are a lot of goblins, hobgoblins, and bugbears here. It's mostly peaceful here.
Ah, finally found an example painting.
Lia looks up and around. "Interesting. Well, let us get you a ticket and see when the next ship is headed out."
Karsh'e looks around curiously. This is the closest he's ever been to an airship, or even a large House facility. So it's all of interest. He slips into a momentary dream of sailing on one of the famous flying ships someday. Would he feel closer to the Dragon Above? How would the ground look?
A hobgoblin bumps into Karsh'e. "Excuse me, I should look where I was going," he says.
A hobgoblin bumps into Karsh'e. "Excuse me, I should look where I was going," he says.
"Indeed, as should we all really, wouldn't you say? Two people can't bump into each other unless BOTH are distracted, so true. Good of you to point out though, rather thoughtful."
Jacen smiles, but it is as much a challenge as a kindness.
"Jacen d'Orien, at your service. Nothing harmed one hopes ..."
A hobgoblin bumps into Karsh'e. "Excuse me, I should look where I was going," he says."Indeed, as should we all really, wouldn't you say? Two people can't bump into each other unless BOTH are distracted, so true. Good of you to point out though, rather thoughtful."
Jacen smiles, but it is as much a challenge as a kindness.
"Jacen d'Orien, at your service. Nothing harmed one hopes ..."
"No, no harm," says the Hobgoblin. "I'm on my way to Thrane, I found a good job there that will be good for my family and less dangerous environment."
"No harm here either. What kind of work will you do in Thrane?" Karsh'e reflexively pats his pockets, and checks his belt pouch. A few months in the slums of Sharn taught him many things about people who bump into him.
"I'll be an architect!" he states with certainty.
Amazingly, nothing was stolen. Yet.
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Lambda scans the area carefully, wondering if the hobgoblin might have been a distraction.
Lambda scans the area carefully, wondering if the hobgoblin might have been a distraction.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Lambda finds a group of rowdy goblins making their way towards your group.
Are we not alone again? Beren retreats to the corner of the room, with his back to the walls, and slightly opens the skirts of his cloak so that it is easier to draw a crossbow and shoot.
Lia looks around to see if there is a group of guards nearby inside they could stand near to hopefully de-escalate any situation.
Lia looks around to see if there is a group of guards nearby inside they could stand near to hopefully de-escalate any situation.
That will require a perception check, DC 15. I could roll it for you.
You couldn't see any guards to come in and stop the situation. Maybe if you worked to get their attention?
Lambda points out the group of goblins, extending an arm their direction. "Approaching goblins, 10 o'clock."
"Anyone see any guards. We should find some to help de-escalate this situation."
Finding guards will take a perception check, DC 13.
Escher scans with his height advantage. He quickly gestures for them to come closer.
[dice=Perception]1d20 + 7
I'd say Beren was easily distracted. Maybe by a pretty girl, huh?
Escher scans with his height advantage. He quickly gestures for them to come closer.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Escher was successful in summoning some guards. They come over and says, "Is there a problem?"
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It seems to Beren that he is surrounded again, as when in the war when their company was surrounded by an army of goblins... He can still hear those screams...
Beren nervously lights a cigarette without looking around...
Lia looks to see if the Goblins are still headed their way.
If so, "We seem to have garnered some unwanted attention." and points them out.
If not, "Apologies, that group of beings were acting a little hostile and I thought calling you instead of fighting here was the better option. They seem to have given up though."
"Right, as long as no one got hurt," one of the guards, a male half-elf, says.