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Syper rubs his eyepatch, and pulls out his pack of cards. He shuffles them, plays out a couple, and pulls a jack from the deck. "Katrial tells the truth. Sanctuary saved your life. We don't always get to lead the life we wish for ourselves, but it's not what you're dealt, it's how you play your hand." With a flick of the wrist, he nearly invisibly replaces the jack with a queen. "Whether you find a way back or endeavor forward, remember that you're still in the game. You can still win a hand or two."
Syper stays quiet, happy to let Jaym'row and Kork take the lead in the storytelling. As Jaym'row counsels Stenni, Syper stands and winks to add, "Jaymie can definitely help. If you think your ass is sore, imagine having a tail, as well!"
Get well soon! And unfortunately, covid is the new con crud.
"The quicker we get these done, the better. Go right ahead, Okoteck. Anything I should be on the lookout for?"
As Jaym'row approaches, Syper finishes up his song and puts his fiddle away. "Haha, there's the lost kitty!" he calls out as he scoops her up and twirls around before setting her down again. With a quick surreptitious wink, he adds in a whisper to her, "I won't do that again, don't worry." After listening to Jaym'row's story, Syper chuckles. "Why she'd think I have any self-control is quite beyond me."
"Then a beacon I shall be!" Syper proclaims, as he starts to play for the group. The party has heard Jaym'row play this piece herself before, rousing and definitely not from around here. "Thank you, kind sir Marquano, 'tis a pleasure doing business with you!" He heads out into the street, letting others lead the way.
Syper shrugs. "I'll keep some feelers out for Jaymie. She'll know where we are." He pulls out his fiddle. "I believe we're not trying to stay unnoticed for the moment?"
Syper looks over the sorceress as she passes. He thinks a moment, then carefully pats himself down and checks his pockets. "We need a lens," he answers Lacan. "Our avian companion can go over the specifications for you."
Good to know, thank you!
Wishing everyone the best! There's been a lot to deal with, this summer.
"Wonderful people!" Syper replies. "How about you?"
Syper hands out his satchel. "A gift from the abbott. He said you would know what to do with it. Keep it safer than he could."
Syper shakes his head awake out of his reverie. "Oh, no, just the wine, and thoughts about how Hermas and I were alike." He swallows, and adds, "You know, growing up continents away, you would think that lives would be very different. But still, in the end, there is always a common similarity. We are all just people, after all." He looks around, walks a distance away from the group, and seems to offer a prayer to the sun or the mist. Okoteck: A message arrives on the wind. "Yes. Something Pengu would want. Something that someone tried to steal last night."
Syper muses, "Are we sure we're ready? Maybe we should swing by Irila and the village to relay what we've found first. Might be helpful."
Syper accepts the abbot's embrace and gift, and replies, "You do me honor to say so." He enjoys his breakfast with everyone, and laughs with Okoteck. "Even when teaching, a library is always full of entertainment as well!"
Just tried!
Syper shakes his head. "You think you know a person, and still, that pain they can bring rests inside you." He gestures faintly towards his eyepatch. "I was raised in the swamp, but the medicine woman who took me in? She said she never was my real mother. My real mother was... somewhere further along, someone out to sea." He looks outward and downward, as if viewing a river's lazy course. "I used to imagine my real mother sang to me at night, let her voice bubble up through the bog, let her touch be carried on the water. But really, in the end, it was Hettie, the medicine woman, Mad Old Hettie as everyone called her, who did the actual raising. She treated me as her own flesh and blood. Stood up for me when others recoiled in fear." He turns to the abbot. "Those people who take responsibility for a child's life? They're the true heroes of this world. They're the ones who create a better life for those they can, for those who can't fend for themselves. Thank you, Abbot. Thank you for your sacrifice for Hermas." GM: There's my attempt to make an impression.
Syper's ears prick up at something Brother Darnö says. "Your god and your lord? The two ask you to act at cross purposes?"
Game is great! Sometimes I get too busy between work and home, but I'm always happy to be here!
I'm ready to get pack animals!
Syper looks shocked at Kork's request. He thinks for a moment, sighs, and responds, "Master Kork, your wish is granted." He reaches up and takes off his eyepatch. And... indeed, his other eye is intact underneath the patch. But its color, although also a shade of blue, is nowhere near as vibrant as the one that had been showing. It is duller, grayer. Honestly, it is more normal looking, compared to the piercing cerulean of his right eye. Side by side, the effect is pronounced. The left eye is a dull steely shade, the right the color of sunlight streaming through seawater, gathering yet more focus than when it seemed both eyes would be the same color. "I suppose the rest of you will have more questions," he sheepishly responds. "But we've worked together long enough, feel free to ask."
Yes, let's do it.
"I'm no genie, so I can't just snap my fingers and poof, you get whatever, but I'll do what I can to make it happen. You want wings? I'll figure out a way to give you wings. You want a castle? First castle I can claim is yours. So, yes. One wish. All for you." Syper smiles, glowing stone in hand, one eye sparkling a bright blue.
Syper chuckles. "You know what, Kork? I'll grant you a wish. I can't guarantee I'll get it for you immediately, but I'll do it. What do you wish for?"
Syper, holding his breath, nods and gives a thumb up before heading back out with the new glowing rock.
I'm willing to risk going down there. With my mage hand, I won't have to travel as far as some others might.
"That's a reasonable question, Zook'itt. How would any of us recognize the thing we seek?" Syper responds. "I'll volunteer to explore with you, but we will need to know what we are to find from a distance."
"Volcanic gases," Syper responds to Jaym'row. "We shouldn't stick around here, those smells can get poisonous in a hurry."
"Jenny, show him what you've got!" The gremlin chuckles and screams a gurgling invective at the mist creature while Syper moves around it to flank it with Jade and attacks.
Y'all are too fast for me sometimes. I'm sorry.
Syper calls out, a fluid, gurgling sound. Thalassic:
"We're not here to bind you, we just want some borax!" To the gremlin, he adds, "Jenny, get in there and assist Okoteck!" He then cups his hands over his mouth and lets out a long, low, droning note from the back of his throat, singing, "We can defend ourselves from the mist!" He finishes by drawing his bow.
Haniver: Stride to melee range with the mist ◆, Ready action to Aid Okoteck ◆◆.
Not sure about how to parley in combat rounds. Do I stay quiet until my initiative, or can we just start talking?
"Well," Syper observes, "There's our one-eyed whatever." He clears his throat. The cup falls out of the air into the spring. "Hey Jenny, would you mind giving us a hand?" he calls out in a resonant voice that feels like it penetrates deep inside the world. A small creature, flying on leathery wings, looking like a dessicated fish or bat, picks up the cup over the water. It looks at the mist and responds, "I suppose... um, that's no good."
Cup in magical hand, Syper responds, "I can create that distraction whenever you want, just say the word," as the cup floats further out over the spring. "Seems to be what I'm good at," he mutters under his breath, tossing a sheepish grin to Kork.
Syper chuckles over the "genie" and Kork. "Thank you for the warning!" he calls out as the scamp dissolves. "Well," he continues, speaking with his companions, "I could ask for some help in finding our elemental foe, as well as our brimstone entrance. With our luck, the entrance is going to be in the central tufa somewhere," pointing out the boulder in the middle of the spring. He stands near, but not touching, the water, looking over the surface. "A being of air and water with a single eye... I wonder what that could be?" Recall Knowledge:
Pulling a tin cup from his pack, he sets it afloat in the air with a mage hand cantrip. The cup floats close to the water line, ready to grab a sample. "What are we up for, a climb or a swim?"
Syper perks up. "We found it among some of Whitefang's victims. Why, do you recognize the craftwork?"
I'm sticking to my shortbow for now.
Syper shrugs. "What is a ghost, anyway? Do we all walk the Dark Places eventually? I suspect spirits merely take our faces, as they dare not look upon their own." He continues, animated. "Judging from our looks and your concern, Nana, we've all seen things we wish not to have. But let's be honest, lately, we saw much the same in our waking moments, too. I, for one, am not going to let a vision force me to worry about a future or a past or another life or whatever it represents." He sits back with a wry smirk and mutters, "Sometimes, you just need to be the center of attention, even if it's bad attention."
Syper lowers his head. "That was rash of me, and far too dangerous given the situation. I won't act like that again." With a sigh, he returns to the naiad. "Naïssala, my name is Syper. The whole situation seems so bizarre. They're equipped to hunt bear, but also equipped and had more success in hunting you? Also, there's how they had a whole iron cage at the ready, far better for holding fey than holding a bear." He examines the skinning knife more closely. "Something doesn't add up about the entire situation. Given their failure, maybe they were only trying to look like they were hunting bear." He examines the salt in more detail. "Curing salts are fine, but maybe they are meant for salt circles. Something to bind something from the Other World."
"Don't worry, I'll get you out of there," Syper speaks, soothingly. He looks the padlock over and the bound figure within. Who would do such a thing? Looking at her bonds, he adds, "All right, that's enough, let her go." He clucks, shakes his head, and looks to see if he's got anything to pick the lock.
Seeing the bear dead, Syper scrambles back down the ice and rushes for the cage. He quickly looks over the naiad, and checks the cage for locks or a door.
Syper keeps himself interposed between Kork and the bear as they head up the platform. Further clambering up the ice block, he calls down, "Hey! Over here!"
Are there any rules for getting up onto the platform? Rough terrain, climb checks, or is it just a move? I've taken my free half-move, and now I want to finish the climb to the platform and fire my bow at the bear, but I don't know how many actions I'll have left once I'm up there.
Syper cautions a glance back to Okoteck. "Are you sure? I can keep it distracted..." Dodging the bear's blow, he calls out, "Fine, but we'll not leave it at this!" He runs back behind the tengu, and calls out, "Your plans are always solid, Okoteck! Solid as stooone!" The last word is drawn out into a hefty drone, his voice a throaty roar, as he draws his shortbow.
Oops, sorry, but honestly, given what's recently happened, I know that's precisely what Syper would do. (Water based fey damsel in distress? Yeah.)
Syper runs over to the cage once they get to Shore. "We'll get you out of there," he whispers to the naiad, as he studies the cage.
Syper takes in the crone's words and listens to his new quest. When she prepares to dismiss the group, he speaks up with one last question. "Nana Irila, you are correct that I am seeing into the spirit realm, well, more than I used to. Well, I'm not sure it's the spirit realm. Someone promised me assistance when I ask, whether it's the Green King or the Claw, I'm a bit hazy on. The Other Place, the Dark World, I was raised on their stories by another matron. So... I see shapes that I haven't before, but always knew they were there." He clears his throat. "Sorry, I'm rambling. What I need to know is, how do I know what I'm looking at outside of this world? And we all received runes or somesuch in the Green King's court. Does Ansuz mean anything to you?"
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