the wiry tian approaches Mag, and speaks in a seemingly calmer, but still abrasive tone. i am a messenger from the minkai empire sent to deliver a message to a long lost princess. i heard she runs this tavern. do you know where i can find her?
Mags regards the woman, sighing heavily. "Still a-bed, if I had to guess," she says, somehow managing to sound both bored and wary. "Minkai, aye? How about you just leave the message here. I'll see as she gets it." The half-elfs mistrust of the woman was obvious. I swear, these salesmen get more creative by the day. Though she's obviously Tian. Of that I've no doubt. Too godsdamned early for this...
Mags regards the woman, sighing heavily. "Still a-bed, if I had to guess," she says, somehow managing to sound both bored and wary. "Minkai, aye? How about you just leave the message here. I'll see as she gets it." The half-elfs mistrust of the woman was obvious. I swear, these salesmen get more creative by the day. Though she's obviously Tian. Of that I've no doubt. Too godsdamned early for this...
can you show me where to find her bedroom? this discussion is of great importance, an entire nation is at stake. if i must wait by her bedside until she awakens, so let it be done. the tian asks inquisitively yet abrasively with a growing hint of frustration in her voice.
"Look, Mags says, leaning on the bar. "I can see as you're not from around here and all. And yer obviously all worked up about whatever it is y'be sellin'. But it'd cost me my job to just go lettin' some stranger into Ameiko's room."
Standing upright again, Mags summons an almost believable smile. "How about I make ye some eggs? Maybe a bit o' bacon as well. And we can all just wait nice a polite like for the boss? Sound like an idea, does it?" Mags barely gives the woman an instant to answer before adding, "What's yer name, honey?"
Moving out to a broken pillar a few feet into the surf, the top long since flattened when he began to meditate here, Jasper assumed the lotus position atop the pillar and begins to center himself.
Basil smiles as he recognises a familiar, lonely figure, perched incongruously on a pillar from a broken jetty.
I wonder what Jasper has been up to?
Knowing well Master Lind's morning ritual, Basil does not intrude, but keeps an eye on him, waiting for him to finish.
In the meantime, he carries-out a lively conversation with one of the returning fishermen, discussing catch sizes, and speculating wildly about when the annual salmon migration will pass through the area...
"Look, Mags says, leaning on the bar. "I can see as you're not from around here and all. And yer obviously all worked up about whatever it is y'be sellin'. But it'd cost me my job to just go lettin' some stranger into Ameiko's room."
Standing upright again, Mags summons an almost believable smile. "How about I make ye some eggs? Maybe a bit o' bacon as well. And we can all just wait nice a polite like for the boss? Sound like an idea, does it?" Mags barely gives the woman an instant to answer before adding, "What's yer name, honey?"
i warn you that traveling across the crown of the world hasn't left me with much coin. but if that is not an issue, than breakfast should be fine. and if you want my name. which i see as a slight bit embrassing, it is Nekogami Kodachi. the tian began to say to Mag with a sudden nervous hint of embarrassment in her tone. it seems that she is appearantly embarassed by her own name.
"Not much coin, huh?" Mags says, rolling her eyes and sighing again. She looks up at the ceiling for a long moment, perhaps trying to capture some small spark of charitableness. Then, looking back at the woman, she shakes her head as if trying to clear her thoughts. "What d'ya mean by a slight bit embarrassing? Sounds like a fine enough name to me, if not a bit... foreign."
Jasper finished his meditation and swims back to shore.
Moving over to Basil Jasper bows
"Greetings Basil. How are you this morning."
instead of repaying you with coin, may i assist with the cleaning of the dishes as an alternate form of payment? the tian asks, seemingly nervous as she continues on, the embarrassing part is that my father named me after a weapon
Listening to Kodachi's explanation, Mags actually chuckles. "Well, first off," she says, looking about the nearly empty room, "There ain't exactly a whole lot o' dishes to be done. But I expect I'll take you up on your offer all the same, seeing as how I'm feelin' charitable. But you'll have to excuse me if I never 'ave heard of a kodachi nor a nekogami... Which one o' those names is a weapon, exactly?"
Moving over to Basil Jasper bows.
"Greetings Basil. How are you this morning."
Smiling, Basil warmly returns Jasper's greeting.
"Oh, I can't complain; it's my first day back in town, so I thought I should go out for a walk to stretch my legs, and see if anything has changed...
How has life been treating you recently? Things out in the Wilds have been fairly quiet; the Goblins are not causing too much strife, although there was a particularly annoying one that had taken refuge in Ambrus Hornwaller's barn - it had killed his prize draft horse before anyone noticed it. Fortunately, his family were unharmed, and I was in the area, so I was able to deal with it before it caused any more carnage..."
Apparently waking up in the middle of the conversation, a Tian man raises his head for the table and intrudes in the conversation (although his slow reactions at this hour make him a bit more incoherent):
"That's my mistress you're talking about." Zhao's family preserved their language, and he wasn't allowed to speak anything else inside his house; therefore his grasp of the common tongue isn't quite what it should be. "Madam Kaijitsu is out of this building, not in here. She's not in her bedroom, having left the night before today."
He pushes himself to his feet and almost falls down. He holds onto the chair, in an effort to stop the world from spinning. A couple seconds later, he opens his eyes, focusing on the two women.
"The kodachi is a sword made for defense, a compromise between a katana and a wakizashi. It's a good name, a solid one, mayhaps he your father hoped you would carry these traits. Magdelia, this... messenger has travelled far, and looks in need of water and some food. If you could provide it, just take the cost off mine payment." Although as you probably know, he's at least 37 gold pieces in debt.
"Things have been thankfully quiet here. I'm glad to hear you took care of that goblin, we've had too many problems with them."
"I will walk with you. My trips into the wilderness have been uneventful, Shalelu has been teach me many things. She has changed more than the town I think. I have sensed a wanderlust in here lately, greater than usual.
I joined the militia a few years ago, as you know, and we have been training constantly. Under Shalelu's instruction we are able to handle any goblin incursions and other problems. Truly the last few years have been the best this town has sen in too long."
"Holy Torag," Mags sighs, invoking the dwarven gods name with exasperation. "Come to your senses finally, have ye Zhao? Y'know yer in to us for a fair piece, I hope. Thirty, forty gold already. Any recollection of that?"
She picks up the rag she had discarded early, wiping her hands distractedly. "What lady Ameiko sees in you is beyond me, that I swear." Mags regards Kodachi for a long moment, noticing her slim form.
"Well, y'could use some food. That much is obvious. Wait here." Tossing the rag aside for the second time Mags heads into the kitchen.
i thank you for your compassion. she looks towards Mag and bows, do you beleive i can speak with your companion while you prepare breakfast?
"I'll gladly pay for it wealday, when I'll be paid my dues. You know the weight of my word, Madgelia, and you know you I would never cheat on mistress Ameiko."
He stops in front of Kodachi, and bows lightly to her. "Taijuro Zhao, yojimbo of mistress Kaijutsu."
Zhao Taijuro is the Rusty Dragon's resident drunkard. He is of Tian descent, and has a pitiful beard grown out of carelessness and shoulder-lenght hair without a style. During days, he's found in varied states of hangover serving as a guard in the tavern; he drinks during the nights when he's off-duty. Although few people know much about him, most know he lost someone during a goblin attack on the town, and never managed to recover fully from it.
"Well, if Zhao was my companion you'd be welcome to 'im. As he ain't, do what you will." Mags spared a curious glance at both of them before letting the kitchen door close behind her. Gods help me, she thinks. This is bound t'be one of them days...
Zhao stands befuddled by the quick exchange of words (he always thought "companion" meant prostitute).
"No, I'm not a companion. I'm yojimbo, caretaker and bodyguard."
the wiry female Ronin approaches the depressed drunkard and says to him in common, Zhao, i apologize for offending you. how about we converse while we wait for breakfast? i desire to understand your connection to your mistress.
"I'd rather wait for the return of Madgelia while I ready myself. When she comes back we'll converse all you'd like."
He bows again to her, taking his leave to the nearest bathroom. Although he leaves the door open, he only washes his face and tidies his hair and clothes. When he comes back, he drinks a glass of water to help with the beer-breath.
Kodachi bows again in respone, and waits for the return of the 2 individuals she wished to converse with. i guess i can wait.
Magdelia returns with a steaming plate, which she sets in front of Kodachi. She smiles weakly at the woman, then turns her gaze to Zhao. "Don't y'dare tell me yer hungry too, Zhao," she calls out, her raspy voice carrying just fine.
Magdelia clears her throat, looking around the room, before returning her gaze to the foreign woman. "So....." she says, obviously making conversation. "Ameiko's a long lost princess, is she? And you're here to sell her the proper linen's, I assume. Or special princess slippers, or some such?" Magdelia shakes her head, still smiling.
EDIT: To fix something I somehow missed completely....
i'm not here to sell any material item. i heard that Ameiko is a descendant of the Kaijitsu family, and my late father's archives mentioned the Kaijitsu family having blood ties to Emperor Shigure. a cruel tyrant called the jade regent runs the empire and is holding my dear younger sister hostage and has threatened harm upon her if i didn't bring a royal heir before him for "confirmation". the country is currently in a state of civil war and my father was slain opposing the guy. i simply wish to recover my dear sister and eventually find a way to overthrow the jade regent and bring a state of peace to Minkai once again. i beleive the return of a long lost princess could inspire a great deal of morale for those of us who oppose the jade regent. and once i get my sister back, i can protect her much more easily from that point onward. and once the jade regent is slain, the civil war may reach a state of calm Kodachi begins to tell Magdeline in a concerned yet informative matter as she eats her meal.
"I regret to inform you, Kodachi, but I believe you have followed a fox's trail. The honorable Kaijitsu family, although of distinct lineage, was very far removed from the emperor's seat. I suppose you'll have to find your royal heir in another place. If you wish, I may be of assistance in your goal."
Mags listens to Kadachi's explanation quietly, nodding wherever she felt might be appropriate. She certainly seems to believe her own tale, I'll give her that.
"Well," she says at last, "....that's quite a bit to chew on, and no doubt." Though Mags obviously doesn't believe a word of it, she can't help but chuckle at the idea of Ameiko being some sort of princess. O'course, if it's true.... Well, that's an interesting idea, to be sure.
"I'm sure the princess'll be about in due time. But you'll have to excuse me for the time being. The fishermen'll be comin' in any time now, 'n I gots to get ready." She starts to turn away and then pauses long enough to give Zhao a stern look. "Don't ye be puking on me clean floors, Zhao, or ye can can clean it up yerself this time."
With that, the half-elf returns to the kitchen to prepare for the morning rush.
"I will walk with you."
Basil nods.
"Of course you can walk with me! I was planning to have a leisurely stroll through town, but just so you know, my eventual destination in the Rusty Dragon - I need to catch-up with Ameiko."
"My trips into the wilderness have been uneventful, Shalelu has been teach me many things. She has changed more than the town I think. I have sensed a wanderlust in here lately, greater than usual."
"I have noticed it, too. Even Mother has been looking wistfully off into the distance..."
He then smiles.
"Who knows? You might be the next to be bitten by the bug!"
"I joined the militia a few years ago, as you know, and we have been training constantly. Under Shalelu's instruction we are able to handle any goblin incursions and other problems. Truly the last few years have been the best this town has sen in too long."
"Indeed, the last few years have been quiet and prosperous. However, I think that has as much to do with the quality of the Sherrif Hemlock's current batch of recruits, as it does with the prevailing environmental conditions," he says, with a twinkle in his eye.
"You truly come from Minkai?" He changes from an off-beat Common to a not-quite-good Tien. "I've never had the pleasure to see the Jade lands with mine own eyes. How are them?"
Kodachi also swaps to her native Tian tongue. the jade lands are really not in a pleasant state right now. Emperor Shigure Dissapeared and a figure called the Jade Regent took his place. when the Jade Regent Took over. a civil war had started within the country shortly after and my younger sister was held hostage after failing to assassinate the Tyrant. the Jade Regent promised that if i brought him a royal heir for "confirmation" that i would have her returned to me completely unharmed. but i don't trust the guy and intend to set up a front for a rebellion that will not only hopefully guarantee her safe return but the end of the Jade Regent's reign of Tyrrany. i literally crossed the crown of the world in search of an heir to bring dear Shuriken's freedom. i have frequent nightmares about the cruel things that may be happening to her.
"I prefer not to drink in service, but I believe right now a drink is needed so I can understand this complete situation."
Zhao pours up a cup of sake (or a strong beer if sake isn't available) for both he and Kodachi.
"You say the emperor disappeared? How did that happen?"
"You are correct Basil, the new recruits are very dedicated."
Jasper strolls while thumbing his prayer beads
"The Rusty Dragon. If there is one place in all of Sandpoint that has changed, it is the Rusty Dragon. As the ancient wisdom says, 'You can't go home again'. Which I've never understood, as I usually find my way home without problem."
Basil stops, and gives Jasper a long look.
"What exactly do you mean? Has something changed recently, or are you referring to how things have changed over the last few years?"
His jovial mood then returns.
"Don't sell yourself short, Jasper; you are hardly one of the new recruits anymore - after four years here, I dare say you have proven yourself to be a valued member of the town militia."
"You will find out soon enough my friend. However, I must leave you here. Enjoy your stay in the Dragon, and catching up with old friends."
I have decided to bow out of this one. I love the character of Jasper but feel you have so many melee DPS he won't have much to contribute to this group. Looks like you have a great crew and I wish you the best.
Basil nods.
"Until next we meet, then. Good luck!"
He then continues his meandering route to the Rusty Dragon Inn...
"You will find out soon enough my friend. However, I must leave you here. Enjoy your stay in the Dragon, and catching up with old friends."
** spoiler omitted **
Alfonso sleeps late as is his wont. He staggers down the stairs fron his room in the Draqon about midway down the stairs his appearence smooths out. His clothes become clean and pressed his hair and skin take on a clean and healthy luster. (Prestidigitation, the adventurers friend.)
By the time he reaches the bar he is the very image of the travelling noble. The berkeep already has Alfonsos usual morning drink waiting. A dark red wine mixed one to one with hot water in which black pepper has been steeping.
"Thank you my friend, you have saved a nearly human life."
"So tell me, any news this bright morning? The birds outside my window seemed quite joyful today. They were certinly in a good enough mood to dodge effectively."
{This is a historical roman drink. The equivilent of cofee. Try it, it is really good. Note dark reds are beds but don't bother with really good wine. Also works cold, the spices mixing with the wine are the key.}
Recruitment will be closing on Monday.
Guess I'm cutting this a little close. Here are my die rolls. A full write up for Eisen Helstrom, human alchemist, will come before the weekend is over.
Ionacu rides lazily into Sandpoint on his horse Teak (named for the color of his coat.) Tired from a night's work among the fields of the widow Thayton Ionacu suddenly realizes that his horse has stopped in front of the Sandpoint Cathedral. Ionacu leans over and scratches behind the horses ear.
Your concern for my immortal well being is touching, but not today. I'm too worn out to burden Desna with my ramblings and she has heard it all before. Ionacu stares for a moment at the cathedral then shakes his head.
No. Food. Rest. Let's go. Ionacu clicks his teeth and guides Teak to the south in the direction of the Rusty Dragon.
Its little wonder you are tired he thinks to himself, the soft click of the horses hooves marking their passage down the road. This is what, the third or fourth night in the last month the widow hired you to watch over the fields? Its little wonder she is afraid though, even after all the time that has passed. To lose your husband the way she did...
Ionacu shakes his head. Scarecrows he mutters to himself.
Ionacu leads Teak on for a few more minutes and finds a hitching post outside the Rusty Dragon. Dismounting, he searches a saddlebag and produces an apple. Stroking the mane of the horse as he ties the reins to the post, Ionacu locks eyes with his companion.
No trouble this morning, I want food and then I want to go home. You will not unhook yourself and try to play in the water and I will give you this. Ionacu shakes the apple for emphasis. A moment passes and then the horse offers a soft grunt. Ionacu stares at the horse for a moment and them begrudgingly passes over the apple.
Turning from the horse Ionacu makes his way to the front door. I'm gonna have to chase him up and down the coast this morning I can just tell. Ionacu walks into the tavern room. Noticing the few patrons Ionacu nods slightly satisfied that it might be a quiet morning. Settling at a corner table Ionacu strips of his gloves and hat.
Leaning back in his chair Ionacu notices Zhao and a companion exchanging hurried words in an unknown tongue. He did not know the big man well but they had exchanged pleasantries throughout the years; Sandpoint was not so big a place to go by unnoticed. Ionacu does his best to not pry and instead lightly closes his eyes and waits for either a server to enter the room or wait for Mags to return so he can ask for breakfast.
the exotic traveler continues speaking in her native tian tongue a mysterious clan used the art of deception to coerce the emperor into captivity. then eventually, he seemed to have mysteriously dissapeared from the face of the world. and a vile figure claiming to go by the title of The Jade Regent took his place. i beleive that this tyrant may have connections to the clan that caused the emperors dissapearance. but he holds my dear younger sister hostage and used her as a pawn to convince me to find a royal heir for "confirmation". the only reason that she was spared from execution was because of her youthful appearance and petite figure. by successfully playing the role of a harmless child, she was imprisoned inside one of his spare bedrooms rather than locked in a dungeon cell or executed. that bedroom is better guarded than his own.
she pauses for a moment and continues in her same native tian tongue, even though my younger sister could easily be mistaken for a child. she has quite a lethal spinning reverse axe kick.
Pushing the doors open a bit harshly to the Rusty Dragon, his smooth voice rings aloud within the tavern, "That is correct, ladies and gentleman, I have arrived to take your weekly earnings! Roll out the carpets, remove a cork or two, and lets see to my weekly earnings!
A few boo's can be heard from the crowed as he walks in shaking his head, "Now now... Your heavy burden will be lightened soon enough" he grins as he responds to the negative crowd. He plops down at a table and pulls out his cards awaiting any challengers. "Ameiko, a wine if you will" he asks in his usual fashion.
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Would you allow me to play a hobgoblin or a drow? The ideas for both of them are good in nature, the hobgoblin with be possessed by a ghost of one of the local villagers that got killed by the goblins and are forcing him to use his new found powers to help against his kin.
The drow would have no memory of what happened to him, he was found by a divine hermit(not sure what for right now but surely crazy in the good way) he wrapped the drow in scriptures from various good deities since he was severely burned, he'll be dual cursed (wasting, and lame).The holy crazy man will claim the gods show favor to him by giving him a second chance, since he knows how sinister his race. So the drow stays covered in wraps that are covered in various scripture to help keep him pure and hide that he is drow. Trying to find a new path with his new found powers.
I’m leaning towards the drow.
Hey I'm going to look over the UC for a bit and I think I'll build something from that.
Having finished his brisk morning amble through the streets of Sandpoint, Basil arrives at the threshold of The Rusty Dragon Inn, lost in thought.
I really hope Ameiko is able to offer some advice regarding what to do about mother's sudden wanderlust. From what Jasper said, though, it sounds like she is not the only one experiencing restlessness...
Upon entering , he raises an eyebrow as he beholds the motley assortment of people present in the Inn.
My my, the winds of change seem to have blown together quite the collection of unusual folk here this week!
Nodding to the familiar faces (Notick and Zhao), Basil approaches Magdelia, and politely asks, with a twinkle in his eye:
"Good morning, Madame Estuv-Brez! There seem to be quite a few new faces around here; what's going on? Did Ameiko decide to sponsor a new festival, and forget to tell the town?"
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Dorrak Garrum
Male Dwarf Cleric 1
LG Medium humanoid (dwarf)
Init +0; Senses Darkvision (60 ft.), Perception +5,
Aura Aura of Good, Aura of Law,
DEFENSE
AC 15, touch 10, flat-footed 15 (+4 *Chain Shirt, +1 Light Shield)
hp 11 (1d8)+3
Fort +4, Ref +0, Will +6
OFFENSE
Speed 20 ft.
Melee warhammer +1 (1d8+1/x3)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
Special Attacks Acid Dart (7/day), Artificer's Touch (7/day), Channel Positive Energy (1d6, DC 12, 3/day),
Prepared Spells Prepared Spell List
Cleric (CL 1st):
1st - animate rope , entropic shield (DC ) , shield of faith (DC 15)
0th - detect magic , stabilize (2) (DC 14)
*: Domain spell.
Deity Torag; Domains Construct Subdomain, Earth
STATISTICS
Str 12, Dex 10, Con 14, Int 13, Wis 18, Cha 11
Base Atk +0; CMB +1; CMD 11
Feats Armor Proficiency, Light, Armor Proficiency, Medium, Improved Channel, Shield Proficiency, Simple Weapon Proficiency
Skills Acrobatics -3, Acrobatics (Jump) -7, Appraise +1, Climb -2, Craft (Armor) +5, Craft (Untrained) +1, Escape Artist -3, Fly -3, Heal +5, Perception +5, Ride -3, Sense Motive +8, Stealth -3, Survival +4, Swim -2,
Languages Common, Dwarven, Terran
Special Qualities Aura of Good, Aura of Law, Orisons, Spontaneous Casting,
Possessions chain shirt; cleric's vestments; warhammer; shield, light steel;
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Acid Dart (Sp) As a standard action, you can unleash an acid dart targeting any foe within 30 feet as a ranged touch attack. This acid dart deals 1d6 points of acid damage. You can use this ability 7 times per day.
Artificer's Touch (Sp) You can cast Mending at will (CL 1) to repair damaged objects. In addition, you can cause damage to objects and construct creatures by striking them with a melee touch attack. Objects and constructs take 1d6 points of damage. This attack bypasses up to 1 points of damage reduction and hardness. You can use this ability 7 times per day.
Aura of Good (Ex) You project a faint good aura.
Aura of Law (Ex) You project a faint lawful aura.
Caravan Guard (Campaign Trait) You recently hired on to Sandru’s caravan to serve as a guard, but the job, while it paid well, gave you little chance to scratch the adventuring itch, since the caravan never really ventured into dangerous territory. You understand why Sandru avoided the more dangerous routes, of course, but that didn’t help assuage your urge to seek adventure. You’ve just told Sandru that you’re quitting the job in order to try your hand at adventuring—he seemed to understand, and even gave you some good tips on how best to survive potential challenges. You gain a +1 trait bonus on Survival checks, and Survival becomes a class skill for you. NPC Choices: Sandru.
Caretaker (Trait) As the child of an herbalist or an assistant in a temple infirmary, you often had to assist in tending to the sick and wounded. You gain a +1 trait bonus on Heal checks, and Heal is always a class skill for you.
Channel Positive Energy (Su) You can unleash a wave of positive energy. You must choose to deal 1d6 points of positive energy damage to undead creatures or to heal living creatures of 1d6 points of damage. Creatures that take damage from channeled energy receive a DC 12 Will save to halve the damage. You can use this abilty 3 times per day.
Orisons You can prepare a number of orisons, or 0-level spells. These spells are cast like any other spells, but they are not expended when used and may be used again.
Spontaneous Casting You can channel stored spell energy into healing spells that you did not prepare ahead of time. You can "lose" any prepared spell that is not an orison or domain spell in order to cast any cure spell of the same spell level or lower (a cure spell is any spell with "Cure" in its name).
Born to a respected family in Janderhoff, Dorrak's early years were as warm and happy as a Dwarf could ask for. His father, a quality armorer, and his mother, a well known baker, raised Dorrak and his younger brother Nurral to be honest, hard-working, respectful, contributing members of Dwarf society.
Priests of the Dwarf Pantheon often hired the Garrum Forge (run by Dorrak's father and uncle) to craft fine battle ready and ceremonial weapons and armor. Dorrak became fond of the priests of Torag and joined the clergy as soon as they allowed him to do so. Upon completion of his training, Dorrak spent his spare time assisting his father at the forge.
Meanwhile, Nurral was establishing himself as a successful caravan leader making frequent trips to Magnamar and Riddleport.
Eight months ago a trading vessel traveling from Magnamar to Riddleport stopped in Sandpoint. Two crew members had died during the passage and one Dwarf (Dorrak) was brought to the Sandpoint Cathedral where he remained unconscious for several days. Not much was said about the mysterious illness that had befallen the dwarf but there are rumors that he was suffering from a drug overdose.
Since his recovery, Dorrak has tried very hard to help the people of Sandpoint where possible. In addition to frequenting the Sandpoint Cathedral, he is often found at the Rusty Dragon offering his mending services to Ameiko and her customers. He has also been seen at the Red Dog Smithy helping Das with some of his busy work. Most recently, Dorrak has signed on with Sandru as a caravan guard.
Those who have had many conversations with him claim that he is friendly but distant.
Hiro whistled and smiled to himself as he transversed the road to Sandpoint. He would finally get to see his sister again. It had been too long. But the goats had needed his attention, and his uncle still recovering from the fall he had last year need him more. I still can hardly believe it. My sister is now the owner of The Rusty Dragon...though I'm sure she would eagerly give it all up to have Father, and mother back.
His wandering thoughts as usual almost got him killed. From behind him he finally noticed the sound of approaching hoofbeats, just in time to pull his goat Buku with his drawn cart full of cheeses aside to let the man on the large Teak colored horse pass. Fortunately the man slowed a bit as he passed so the goat wasn't spooked, and Hiro's reassuring hand kept him from bolting. "Easy Buku, easy" Hiro looked up in time to see the man smile and nod at him as he passed. Hiro and Buku then continued their journey, the goats many bells tingling as they rode forward.
Finally the Inn came into sight. Hiro went to the back door as usual, and walked in looking for someone to welcome him, and perhaps inform his sister that her brother was here with a load of Cheese from the goat farm.
His sister. Hiro knew now that she was not his blood sister, but since he could remember Ameiko had been his sister. She had protected him from his older brother, who used to torment him and make fun of his light complexion, and especially his hair. While the rest of the family had normal dark hair, Hiro's hair had always been a tangle of long white wispy hair that seemed to move about even when the breeze was still. He finally took to wearing a hat to conceal it, but it grew so fast, that he finally gave up. His father realized the torture that he would receive from others due to his strange features, so when he was nine he was sent to help his uncle with the goats in the hills. The goats laughed at him no more than at any other human. Now his father was dead, and he might never know his real history, but as far as he was concerned he was a Kaijitsu, and Amekio was his sister. Still it surprised him that she would choose a life running an inn. She always seemed so....well adventuresome. Still running an inn was a profitable and safe life. Hiro sat and drank a glass of water in the kitchen, faintly hearing the noises from the main room. Perhaps he should wait there, to kill time until his sister was ready for him...
Even from the kitchen Magdelia can hear Notick's boisterous entrance. Looking at the other attendants, she shakes her head and sighs. "Excuse me," she says exasperatedly, glad at least that she has some help this morning.
Returning to the main room, she casts a warning look at Notick. That look says all too clearly, It's early. Don't y'be making mine or yer morning any more difficult than it needs to be. Hoping that she got her point across, she turns to Basil.
"Mornin', Basil. I told ye t'knock it off with that 'madame' nonsense." She says it good-naturedly enough, managing a smile at the half-elf. She looks about the room, shaking her head. "Don't ask me what's goin' on. And don't ask me where Ameiko is either, for that matter. Sleepin' in I guess. Must be nice." She laughs without humor, tossing the rag she's holding over one shoulder and casting a nod to Hiro as he enters. To Basil, she continues, "So what brings you to town, friend?"
(Arknight here. I've redone Saburo's background to make his Childhood Crush trait work better. :) Also, I'd like to redo him as a Ninja. Can I go ahead and do it with the Playtest version until I can get the full UC to reference? I'll be posting my roleplay here later this afternoon..... been kind of crazy.... LOL)