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Post by DM Bob on Oct 27, 2020 10:09:09 GMT -12
It's a tad slower going than you'd like. There's a really, really good chance that Abez has been burning the candle at both ends. He simply takes longer to awaken. Poor guy has had a viscous couple of days.
The elf duo of Haske and Druuso have managed to convince two other elves to join the crew. They dress similarly to Haske and Yiska... minus the Nibenese headscarves. Xindi and Ibek - a wife and husband it seems. Light hair, deep tan and seem to have experience with the sails. There is guidance asked for in Elvish here and there as you push off. They were probably more accustomed to skimmer work... but they work quick and proficiently. You push off. Laahk mans the obsidian helm below.
You get perhaps a mile from the docks when you see the trio of rocs, carrying the same odd riders flying toward the west from Balic. They fly almost directly over you and then pass, gaining height.
This startles another flyer that dives towards the Tyrian Gambit when the rocs approach. A large lizard - a pterrax for those that know these things, carries a small wild rider. The lizard seems terrified of the larger avian trio and lands on your deck with a startled KACHOMP and awkward landing. The little man falls startled at the pterrax's feet.
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From the first description of the rocs & riders:
As they make to fly over the city (a tad west of the docks) you can see each large bird carries a small rider. They are adorned in odd, shiny red & white armor and have full face covering, perhaps masks or helms. It's hard to tell from this distance, they're flying above even the arena's height, in fact, they're bee-lining for the sails that decorate the fighting pits. They also carry long, black lances or spears... you're pretty sure there's some additional ornamentation - it looks like red tassels or string towards the butt end. The huge birds are dark brown and have some dirty white feathering on the breast. As they pass, you estimate they have wingspans twice that of Kaz's height.
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Post by Attilius on Oct 27, 2020 10:48:03 GMT -12
It's a tad slower going than you'd like. There's a really, really good chance that Abez has been burning the candle at both ends. He simply takes longer to awaken. Poor guy has had a viscous couple of days.
[HurK has thankfully shifted out of "evil mode" to those awake] The elf duo of Haske and Druuso have managed to convince two other elves to join the crew. They dress similarly to Haske and Yiska... minus the Nibenese headscarves. Xindi and Ibek - a wife and husband it seems. Light hair, deep tan and seem to have experience with the sails. There is guidance asked for in Elvish here and there as you push off. They were probably more accustomed to skimmer work... but they work quick and proficiently... HurK introduces himself and the other PC’s that aren’t awake. “Oh and when you see the MASSIVE giant eagle, don’t be afraid…” (HurK looks to their facial expressions to see if anything gives them away) You get perhaps a mile from the docks when you see the trio of rocs, carrying the same odd riders flying toward the west from Balic. They fly almost directly over you and then pass, gaining height. This startles another flyer that dives towards the Tyrian Gambit when the rocs approach. A large lizard - a pterrax for those that know these things, carries a small wild rider. The lizard seems terrified of the larger avian trio and lands on your deck with a startled KACHOMP and awkward landing. The little man falls startled at the pterrax's feet. [Bob what direction was the pterrax flying in?] The half giant unsheathes his great sword and calmly states “Easy now… Take it easy, we don't want any trouble. State your business…” |
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Post by DM Bob on Oct 27, 2020 11:10:40 GMT -12
You aren't quite sure which direction the pterrax and rider was intending on going...
but you possibly ask that feral little guy with a flint spear. It seems to be a halfling. Khuv looks over the crow's nest in awe.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2020 11:16:32 GMT -12
The halfling's leather outfit, feather adorned long hair and tribal bodypaint mark him as one of the cannibals from the Ringing Mountains for anyone who might have knowledge of such things. He begrudgingly rises and addresses his mount with a verbal torrent of incoherent speed complete with odd facial expressions and the flapping of arms.
The halfling turns on his heel to address the deep voice that spoke to him, then slowly raises his head taking several long moments of slow purposeful movement of his neck before settling on the face of the giant person speaking to him... his jaw taking some time to catch up with the rest of his face.
Composing himself he takes a deep bow with a flourish, a close mimic of the customs of Balic. "My business... is... to not fall into the silt", and he makes motions towards the silt and then toward the deck they stand on, as if illustrating the obvious to an inquisitive child.
"Did we break anything?"
[The Pterrax was also flying to the NorthWest from Balic]
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Post by Attilius on Oct 27, 2020 11:20:35 GMT -12
Composing himself he takes a deep bow with a flourish, a close mimic of the customs of Balic. "My business... is... to not fall into the silt", and he makes motions towards the silt and then toward the deck they stand on, as if illustrating the obvious to an inquisitive child. "Did we break anything?" HurK looks around the pterrax to make sure there's not crushed or broken deck planks where they collided. "Nope, you're good..." |
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Post by DM Bob on Oct 27, 2020 11:22:36 GMT -12
Nothing seems broken... an ego may have been dented.
A halfling (Bankhuv or Khuv as he's known) begins to shamble down the mast.
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Post by DM Bob on Oct 27, 2020 11:31:36 GMT -12
The pterrax caws back. It then sits, as if it does not even want to chance the skies when rocs are about.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2020 11:32:29 GMT -12
HurK looks around the pterrax to make sure there's not crushed or broken deck planks where they collided. "Nope, you're good..."Mak points to the sword in Hurk's hands that is larger than Mak's full length stretched out on tippy toes, then makes a "sheathing" motion with a bright smile of pearly white perfectly set teeth. He casts a nervous glance towards the other halfling on the ship. |
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Post by Attilius on Oct 27, 2020 11:36:14 GMT -12
Mak points to the sword in Hurk's hands that is larger than Mak's full length stretched out on tippy toes, then makes a "sheathing" motion with a bright smile of pearly white perfectly set teeth. He casts a nervous glance towards the other halfling on the ship. |
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Post by DM Bob on Oct 27, 2020 12:26:30 GMT -12
"Put your blade away then." Says Khuv in common before switching to the halfling tongue. He rattles off a bunch of speak, fluently and fast. Much like a sugar addled toddler.
"Where did you get one of those? They usually nest in the barrens or roost up high. Name's Khuv. The big one will be a tasty week's meals if he ever drops." He gestures to Hurk. There is a certain status among the wee folk, mainly about the amount of flesh they hold close and in reserve. "Did you come from Balic? My friend Gitmog teaches at the Cerebran... the mind school. I used to live there... so you'd be new to town?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2020 12:37:56 GMT -12
Mak just shakes his head and slowly raises his hands toward the onslaught of questions. He responds to Khuv in common,"Common is fine. Especially when speaking around the tall Rhul {folk}, best not to be rude." Motioning to his Pterrax, "He's from the stony fields, his kind occupy many areas both high and low."
He considers his words for a moment before stating, "I'm not from Balic. I was there a short time and did not meet your Git-mog or visit his Ce-re-bran..."
Perking up as if rehearing Khuv's words for the first time Mak asks, "...what's a 'mind'-'school'?"
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Post by Attilius on Oct 27, 2020 12:40:46 GMT -12
HurK slides his blade back into it's sheath while looking skyward for the roc riders...
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Post by Attilius on Oct 27, 2020 12:53:28 GMT -12
Mak just shakes his head and slowly raises his hands toward the onslaught of questions. He responds to Khuv in common,"Common is fine. Especially when speaking around the tall Rhul {folk}, best not to be rude." Motioning to his Pterrax, "He's from the stony fields, his kind occupy many areas both high and low." He considers his words for a moment before stating, "I'm not from Balic. I was there a short time and did not meet your Git-mog or visit his Ce-re-bran..." Perking up as if rehearing Khuv's words for the first time Mak asks, "...what's a 'mind'-'school'?" HurK points to his temple a couple of times. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2020 12:59:59 GMT -12
This elicits a blank stare from the Halfling who clearly doesn't understand.
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Post by Attilius on Oct 27, 2020 13:08:45 GMT -12
The half giant looks oddly with a tilted head and neck at the little man as if how can you never of heard of a school before. He then waves it off "No matter, now that you have successfully finished your business of missing the silt, what are your intentions?" |
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