Here's the Gameplay thread.
It's a blustery day. The wind moved like a saw through the trees, as a Low from the Eldeen Bay impacts the nation of Aundair. The low pressure means to bring some rain in the form of Thunderstorms, as it clashes with a High pressure over the village of Passage. Your group is in Passage, and you are enjoying a windy spring day.
Also, your group is one that knows each other. Whether friends or acquaintances, you have to decide. It's noon, and all of you are enjoying lunch in a cafe.
As Sprout walked in through the blockade walls, she drops her hooded cowl. The half-bred woman has canines, that have been whittled down in order to look more human. She eyes other people while waiting for mistrust to blossom. Smiling, she tells her friends, "I know you say it's too much, But I just gotta see."
The group makes it's way down the central road. In the distance is a lovely park. A man, who had been slumping against a podium, brightened immediately. "What an attractive group that we have here." The man extends his hand to the entrance of the botanical wonderland. "The wonders of this world are before you..." The man can see how much Sprout wants to go in. He smiles at her. "Twenty a piece love." The man tallies the coins and nods them in.
The garden was cool with giant golden elms shading the ground. There is a table sitting in the center of the park. They all sit and a voice speaks. Please stay seated for the meal. The group can feel the floor shift. The voice asks what we would you care for your meal.
The noise of launch ends quickly. The table and chairs go invisible, all allowing the group to see themselves fly.
Scuffed and scratched Mithral shines as the warforged Doctor 13 stands, his right eye flickering in and out. Wrapped in stitched-together clothes of various styles and colors. His cloak is a patchwork of threads. As he stands, he blinks as he looks under his cloth cap of burlap and leather, looking to Spout.
'Boy, I have seen my compatriots cut in twain, Mortals' hearts ripped from chests and sheer behemoths taken done with brutal beauty! T'was Wonderfully Disasterous!!!" Doc the Warforged found, fixed, and reactivated from the wastes.
"Flesh bags are weak, but they also seem to be very kind..."[ he followed and then sat as soon as the voice spoke, he pointed at the wall.
" NO FOUL ETHEREAL FIEND!!!" He then blinks again and tilts his head to the side. His neck sparks, and his jaw seems to pop free. Doc reaches up and resets his head back into a proper position and then fixes his jaw. Seeing himself seated and free-falling,he looks about and laughs!!
"Glorious!!! If you fleshy one falls from this high, you'll explode in red mist!!! He he he, I will be most curious to see exactly how that looks, though I would miss you, Sprout." He says every odd and quirky resurrected Warforged
'Boy, I have seen my compatriots cut in twain, Mortals' hearts ripped from chests and sheer behemoths taken done with brutal beauty! T'was Wonderfully Disasterous!!!" Doc the Warforged found, fixed, and reactivated from the wastes.
"Flesh bags are weak, but they also seem to be very kind..."[ he followed and then sat as soon as the voice spoke, he pointed at the wall.
Sprout's face betrays her annoyance. "Did you know that you can say all those things..." She mimics 'pushing the idea' while pushing her hands at him. "...on the inside."
" NO FOUL ETHEREAL FIEND!!!" He then blinks again and tilts his head to the side. His neck sparks, and his jaw seems to pop free. Doc reaches up and resets his head back into a proper position and then fixes his jaw. Seeing himself seated and free-falling,he looks about and laughs!!
"Glorious!!! If you fleshy one falls from this high, you'll explode in red mist!!! He he he, I will be most curious to see exactly how that looks, though I would miss you, Sprout." He says every odd and quirky resurrected Warforged
"Bring it down a few notches metal pants." She says.
When it arrives, they will toast with wine.
He laughs and once more his jaw slacks ans his head sticks. Doc paws ar his head and realizes its a worse issue rhen the last. He grabs a tool and begins to work on his jaw and neck.
Once fixed he shakes his head "I can? Seems unnesscary when amongst dtaunch friends and allies!"
He then taps his skull and laughs again." Could be my multiple war wounds. My repair and ressurrection was not optimal things happened and" he stops and laughs again.
"Wine, delightful"
Leaned back chewing on a grass straw Jeren watches his traveling companions while petting his trusty ride, who was curled up at his side.
Malfunctioning, most likely. People get damage by war, they get injured bodily and in their mind. Guess it's the same for... tin-men. Wonder if there are similiarites and whether it can be fixed or not.
What's making you so nervous, Miss Sprout?
A waitress approaches you.
"Lets see, coffee for everyone?" she says. She's red haired, and dressed in a pink polka-dot dress with a white apron. The hair is tied back into a pony tail, she has blue eyes, and looks like she's in her mid-twenties. She carries pencils in her pocket, along with a spiral bound notebook. Her shoes cover her feet completely, and are made of leather. She has red socks on. Her dress goes to her mid calf on her legs.
I'll take a double espresso please.
Jeren eyes her up and down, considers shortly where he is, then adds:
You know what that is and how to make it, right?
"I am fine, though I will indulge in the hot dark liquid too." He says, trying to mimic a smile and just slightly opens his mouth. The light in his right eye still winks in and out as she does, and then looks back to his party.
" This is nice, though I fear the Shorties may come at any moment. Always popping up with spears and crossbows, ambushing us in the night or when we took rest!"Doc states nonchalantly as he then follows it with a laugh.
"That's how 12 died. Three Shorty spears through his abdomen, fluid and fiber falling, drenching the dirt in his fluids. They didn't get away, oh no. His Fist took one's head, and the other two fell to 6 12's personal companion and a vicious sword master. Wonder what happened to Lady 6..."He begins to stare off into the distance as his words slow, reliving the moment. Then it just stops as he stares on.
I'll take a double espresso please.
Jeren eyes her up and down, considers shortly where he is, then adds:
You know what that is and how to make it, right?
"Yes, we do know how to make that," said the waitress. "We do have an expresso machine. Okay, what would you like to eat?"
Ah, you do?
Jeren seems sceptical, it was widely known the Talenta halflings made the best espresso, and they made it in special cans, usualy in the embers of a fire.
Well, guess i have to try it then. And a panini sandwhich with Provolone, rucola, olive oil, Pecorino and some olives please.
Ah, you do?
Jeren seems sceptical, it was widely known the Talenta halflings made the best espresso, and they made it in special cans, usualy in the embers of a fire.
Well, guess i have to try it then. And a panini sandwhich with Provolone, rucola, olive oil, Pecorino and some olives please.
She takes your order. "Okay, anyone else?" she asks.
Doc blinks and looks at the waiter." No I am fine. Thanks though"