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"Your impatience does not change the deal. You can't add a time constraint to it after the fact. Either we walk or you die." He growls.
Sheyan scowls. "And now you break the agreement. Fine. Either you let us walk or I let my companions eat."
I'm for light again.
Well technically sound is material, he just decided that hearing didn't count.
I'll go back to the same "different amounts make a difference" point. A light cantrip can only fill up a mouth, but it can also fill up a room, and it's the exact same thing.
We were just given an additional hint that it's probably something material. I very highly doubt O is the answer.
In the interest of moving things along and since I have no support, I will change my vote to sound.
Eh, I'm still not a big fan of sound based things. Seems too wishy-washy. My vote is light, but of course I will bow to the will of the majority.
Breadth does not fill up a room though. I don't like air, same problem as the others. Different amounts. Why not crickets? Why not acorns? With different amounts, anything can fill that up. Song could work. I think the caterpillar is a red herring.
Who said it had to come from the mouth? It just has to be able to fit in it as well as a room, not necessarily at the same time or in any particular order.
I doubt plant or silk. That's going off of the idea that you can use different amounts of the same thing. Silence? I could see that. Maybe light as an alternative. Smoke goes into the same vein as the first part. Different amounts. I like light, personally.
Sheyan smiles. Child's play. I doubt all will be so easy though.
Yeah that's how I'm kind of feeling too. I didn't realize the social situations were going to be so complex and my negative cha character is like "Uhh, durr, can't speak".
Sheyan doesn't mind a good bit of tea, but the man-chairs make him jump. Standing is good for me. He thinks as he tries the tea. "We are outsiders lost in this land and we're not sure how we got here." He folds his arms. "Frankly, I'd like to know what's going on before I start answering other people's questions."
Sheyan raises the cup and sniffs his drink. "You could call us out of towners."
Sheyan just looks around in disbelief. Yup, dreaming. Might as well have some tea than. Holding his head, he moves to follow the man's instructions.
Sheyan frowns and stares at the crowd. Im not an entertainer.
This really is a nightmare Sheyan thinks as they see the large circus tent. Then as his dinosaurs suddenly lose their lunch Sheyan moves over to them, ignoring the bile, to check on their well being.
I will be AFK for a day or two. Please DMPC as needed.
Sheyan folds his arms and looks inquisitively at the man, but the others questions cover what he wanted to know. Meanwhile in the background, now that the bodies have been stripped there is the terrifying noise of dinosaurs eating.
"Wheeeeeup!" With a drawn-out whistle from Sheyan, the two dinosaurs roar and pad back over to him, licking their chops. He smiles and pats each one on the muzzle, muttering encouraging sounds.
Sheyan wordlessly grabs a buckler and a dagger, sneering at the metal armor. When a healer is called for his ears perk up. "I can help. Healing spells are simple enough to not need physical components." He finds his way into the tent and places a glowing hand on the injured man.
Oh right, no components. Take 2 off of the attacks and damage of Kio for that round. Guess I'm going wildshape happy haha.
Sheyan casts bull's strength on Kio, then growls and points.
I just had surgery. Nothing life threatening, but I'm going to be in a lot of pain and on a lot of drugs the next week. Please DMPC as necessary.
Sheyan sits up with a growl, glancing around quickly as he rises to his feet. By the sun and the moon, look at the sun! He looks in wonder at the sight for a moment before taking in the rest. Then he remembers what happened. This must be part of the mission. But what happened to us, and what in the nine hells are wearing!? He's halfway to ripping off the clothing when he stops himself. We have no idea what we're dealing with or what the situation is. Perhaps we need these ridiculous outfits. Then he looks down at the tattoos, frowning. That seems a bit excessive to permanently tattoo us with something. But the harrow cards are rarely meaningless. I wonder if... His thoughts are interrupted by the screams from the courtyard. He gives a low, stuttering growl, and starts walking towards the scream, eyes peeled for danger.
Also here. Don't worry DM, just make sure you get better.
Sheyan looses his cool and starts fleeing with the crowd.
Sheyan lumbers close to the collapsed man and his wife. He gives the children a look. "Do not worry, your mother will be fine." He then mutters an incantation and places a glowing hand on the woman. Afterwards he checks the pulse of the man to see if he will make it without any healing.
"There are more of them right outside the door. Perhaps the window?"
Sheyan makes a quick mental note of the armbands while dodging the burning oil. He gives Kallant a surprised look. "Great." Sheyan grabs the table they were sitting at, quickly dragging it over to put it in front of the door to reinforce it. "Take care of the ones on the stairs, we have this covered!"
"Half on the door, half on the stairs." Sheyan moves to the door, holding his greataxe ready if somebody comes through.
Sheyan stands, grabbing the greataxe on his back and growling. "Not a good way to start."
"What if we were to capture some guards, stealing their uniform and papers? We wouldn't hurt them beyond a good thump on the back of the head. That or we'll need to pull some political strings."
"We don't need to actually join the military, just make the guards at the gate believe we have."
Sheyan nods in acknowledgement, settling down with his drink to listen. "Good, I am glad there are others resisting this tyranny." He frowns at the disruption of magic. "I hope that is not a tactic of our foe. That level of power would bode ill." He goes to rubbing at his short beard. "Need to sneak out...hmm..." He gives a nod at the end. "I would wish to fight, but I understand the necessity for this mission. I am ready." He gives a sly smile. "Only military personnel eh? What would we need to appear official?"
"Sheyan." He extends a hand. In addition to the firedrake tattoos on his face, there are kraken tentacle tattoos on his arm. Clearly a devout of the four primordials. He looks at the growing crowd. "So we were all invited. I suppose this is no small job than." As he mulls it over there's a spark of wisdom in his eyes that most orcs lack. His thoughts are interrupted by the woman letting them in. Sheyan gives a respectful bow of his head, right fist pressed into his palm. "Thank you for your hospitality. Some light mead perhaps since we're working?" He sits and enjoys his drink, raising his glass to the new year. "To the Festival of Dreams, long may it be."
Sheyan makes his way through the city on a familiar route to the Poison Apple. You'd think a name like that would scare people away from a place that sells food. He chuckles to himself, keeping his hood up and progressing at a steady pace. He likes to keep to himself, but the cold bite to the air also warrants his up-drawn hood. When he sees the sign about Trehan he mutters a choice orcish curse, wishing bad luck upon the men responsible before moving to the back alley. Upon seeing Kagan in the back prepped for a fight Sheyan laughs. "You are like a coiled snake. Do not worry, they would not have sent us into a trap." His common is understandable enough, but there is a harsh edge to it that suggests it was not a language he grew up learning.
I would probably leave the roc outside. Wild animals don't mix well with cities, inside a stable or not.
I made a status line for Sheyan. It's a little different than Mule's, but I believe it gets the point across. Also I realize how much of a mess having companions flying around the fight, so in every combat post I'll be sure to give an update on any current status effects.
Glad to be a part of this game! Man we have some big DM names in here, looks like it's going to be a good one!
Sheyan smiles at the appearance of Desmond "You always were a lousy tracker. Everybody, this is Desmond, he's my contact in the city and a good friend. We are both lousy in each others territory so we help each other out" He frowns at the news of the Chief "He has always been one to cause trouble. You're right, I don't think this will resolve peacefully unless I get back there" He looks at the others apologetically "I am sorry friends, but this is a matter I cannot ignore. I hope that one day you cross through my area of the woods and we can chat like old friends" He inclines his head, then begins walking off with Desmond. As they are about to cross into the woods, Sheyan stops, turning to Desmond and talking with him for a moment. Desmond listens intently, then claps Sheyan on the shoulder and laughs, nodding his head. After a moment, Sheyan continues off into the wilderness, Kio and Sheyan flitting around him. |