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Post by dblade26 on Jan 2, 2013 15:16:01 GMT -5
Grail waddled back over to the group as the rest of his group finished mooring the ship, having somehow arrived there just a little bit ahead of them despite all of the playful frolicking in the snow that he'd done earlier.
"I suggest that we head over to this "Sword and Sword" place, dood. It seems like as good a place as any to spend our time in between stocking the ship up, and we might actually learn something by interacting with the locals, dood. I'd help with the paperwork but..."
The penguin lookalike held up a flipper to emphasize his general dislike of writing.
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Post by Vinestar on Jan 3, 2013 23:17:07 GMT -5
"Indeed, for mingling with the locals is one of the best ways to enjoy journeys. There can be so much to do, says my patron deity." Roxy was very proud that she chose one of the most open-minded gods around. "And I can do the paperwork. I'm used to making writing... stories... and adventure logs and the likes." The way she said her words had a slight overtone of certain stories concerning canon things...
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Post by Rain on Jan 4, 2013 8:53:32 GMT -5
"What sort of stories?" the voice from her chest asked, eager to get to town but much less eager to wade through snow taller than she was. After one occasion where it had failed to do as advertised and she had fallen into it rather than remained on top of it, Hotaru really didn't like the white substance. Not only was it cold, it tried to drown you!
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Post by Krautman on Jan 4, 2013 15:11:37 GMT -5
The snow at the dock, being sheltered by the cave, wasn't nearly as thick as outside in the blizzard, and only existed in a few patches. As the group headed toward the tavern, they noticed the buildings were made mostly of stone- and the streets leading deeper into the cave were lined by braziers. An imports office, a storehouse with parts for various ships, a trading post, and finally a bazaar met them as they passed, although it didn't seem very busy for this time of day. The stall vendors were hawking their wares- an elf selling some wines, a goblin with some poorly made tools were all that stood among many stalls and wagons left empty. The few people in the bazaar were huddled around a dwarf's forge as the blacksmith worked, pounding out new swords with mighty swings.
Of course, dominating the area was the Sword and Sword, a tavern made out of the hull of an old Whaleship, one of the first vessels to settle down here on Kaden. The tall doors stood invitingly, and the smell of cooking fish wafted out to greet the party.
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Post by dblade26 on Jan 7, 2013 13:31:31 GMT -5
"Do I smell....FISH, dood!?" The penguin ninja immediately rushed towards the inn, totally forgetting to even keep up even the tiniest illusion of stealth in his mad dash to get at the fishes that he craved.
Though he supposed trading for supplies and trying to blend in to learn more about what was going on in this world and where to go from here were important, all of that was irrelevant in the presence of fish, since his supposed employer was severely lacking in them.
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Post by Krautman on Jan 7, 2013 14:13:35 GMT -5
As Grail burst through the door, the patrons turned to face him- a minotaur and a half-dragon arm wrestling, a dwarf wearing the holy symbol of Moradin sitting down to soup with a human, elf, and orc. There was even a vulture-headed creature with long, clawed arms in the corner playing cards with a strange, angular being made of clockwork. The room was surprisingly large, having once been the cargo bay of a spelljammer, and many folks were engaged in standard tavern activities, from listening to a bard singing tawdry songs to playing darts and arm wrestling. After getting a look at the new patron, everyone returned to their activities, a kobold by the large fire with criss-crossing cooking spits at the center going back to turning them, and the roasting fish on them. From trout to salmon, it was a pretty good catch.
A pale-skinned woman in a low cut fur coat yelled over to the Dohwar as she wiped down the bar. "Close the door, laddie! Yer lettin' out all the warm air!" A bearded human slid a full mug down to a insectoid with four arms at the end of the bar as she said this, the creature catching it quite easily and chittering with approval.
(Anyone who wants to can make knowledge checks to learn what the creatures are, once they get into the bar.)
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Post by Vinestar on Jan 18, 2013 19:46:29 GMT -5
"Ehehehe... Stories of heroism and love and such things of worldly nature. Tis lucky that my patron is so broad of mind that I could indulge in such behaviors." Now the tall woman was shyly telling (but not revealing) her works to the small girl lodged upon her breast. Having followed the others into the bar, the girl looked about at her surroundings with surprise for she had been preoccupied with talking to a seemingly invisible friend.
"Why tis an establishment of goodly liquors and merriment!" Roxy said with renewed vigor, her face set into a caricature reminiscent of a child that received extra sweets from a favorite uncle. "Oi, give me a jug of stout brew- hopefully with a kick of a recalcitrant ass!" The cleric hollered, holding up an index finger skyward.
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Post by Rain on Jan 27, 2013 12:27:38 GMT -5
Hotaru, having just squirmed out of Roxy's breast, had failed to notice familiar T-Rex tracks leading towards the tavern, which was the sole reason she got a shock on seeing one of the patrons at the bar: a tall, silver-haired female with four naginata crossed upon her back. Two of them shone dully, whilst the other two splintered the light into rainbows through their crystalline structure.
Leaping away from the cleric, the tiny monk rushed over to the bar and started a rapid conversation with the heavily armoured samurai, who still had her back kept to the majority of the group. Alarmed by something or other the long-haired female had said, she leapt up and rushed out of the door, headed for... well, hell knew where.
Having been roped into fulfilling Hotaru's place in the party, that of dealing as much damage as possible in melee, Vas turned around and headed over to the newcomers. She was tall, looming over even Roxy in a manner enhanced further by her silver armour, but that was far from the most striking thing about her as she approached the adventurers: black skin. Not tan or any shade of brown: gleaming obsidian with crimson eyes. Drow. Dark elf.
And apparently friends with a goodly monk, if the conversation was anything to go by as she stood in front of them.
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Post by Krautman on Jan 27, 2013 13:01:48 GMT -5
A knee-high creature radiating warmth closed the door behind the party, the woman at the bar grumbling and tossing Roxy a stopped stone jar. Inside the jar was a dwarven brew. The kobold at the fireside ran several grilled fish out to guests who had ordered them. The minotaur finally won the arm wrestling match as the half-dragon grumbled and paid for drinks.
Claude made his way to a booth by the wall, motioning over the rest of the crew. "Right... suppose if we're gonna be wandering around together, we should get to know each other. I'm Claude Love, but the rustlers around Bag's End Gulch call me Deadeye 'cause... well, I shot a guy around a corner once. They like exaggeratin' to women, makes their life sound more dangerous."
A few tables over, a few humans were discussing something in hushed voices.
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Post by dblade26 on Jan 28, 2013 10:03:31 GMT -5
"Grail Tsunami, Dohwar Ninja, Nice to meet you dood." Grail would've tried being friendlier with the apparent Drow Samurai despite the traditional 'differences' between their professions but he had already been focusing on ignoring the possibility of fish for quite a long period of time, so with his introduction done he waddled over to the bar and said 'umm...fish please, dood. At this point I don't really care what kind you have on tap, pretty much any kind is fine as long as it's not too expensive."
However, as easily distracted as he was he didn't totally forget about his job as a ninja. So, as he sat there in the bar waiting for fish that might not exist he strained to overhear the conversations going on to see if he could pick up anything useful. Penguins aren't usually known for their perceptiveness but being a ninja usually helped to offset his disadvantage.
(rolled a 15+Perception of 12 to make 27, I think?)
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Post by Rain on Feb 2, 2013 18:52:17 GMT -5
The samurai introduced herself in one breath, which was quite impressive given the sheer, excessive length of it: "Vasisstra'avin Torrahelani."
The armoured drow stepped over to the bar to grab her drink, fingers wrapping around a glass full of some clear but definitely-not-water substance that was either made from rice or potatoes, and returned to the table the halfling had chosen, standing rather than sitting. With the four naginata on her back, that was entirely unsurprising: sitting down would have meant taking them off.
Vas cocked her head to listen to the humans, idly wondering whether she should offer to help them. She was, after all, a samurai, and a ronin at that. Helping idiots was what she did for a living. On the other hand, with no prospect of material gain, she was hardly going to help people that didn't really need it... they were just too pathetic to do it themselves.
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Post by Vinestar on Feb 3, 2013 1:20:09 GMT -5
Grasping the earthen jug in two hands, Roxy upended the contents down her throat. After a few seconds of chugging, the woman set the container on the table and gave off a grin highlighted by ruddy cheeks and eyes whose twinkling was caused by the bliss of drunkenness. "Twas, tis the truest holy waters of all!" Eyes alighting on the pretty new companion, the now rather inebriated priestess waved to the beautiful elf. "Tis a pleasure to meet you, Vani!~" Condensing the name, Roxy obliged to give out her own in reply. "Welcome to our merry band!" It was at that moment the woman's eyes alighted on the pretty and dangerous weapon the drow carried. "You have a nice shaft.~"
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Post by Krautman on Feb 10, 2013 19:42:29 GMT -5
Claude took a swig of his drink before raising an eyebrow, looking to the rest of the party. His hearing was remarkably good, and he'd managed to pick up on the conversation at the distant table. He turned to Grail and the Drow.
"Well... I'm guessin y'all heard that. We don't really have any plans without knowing where more of the book is, so I guess we can look into it."
The shenanigans around the bar continued unabated as the kobold finally brought over Grail's fish and took the silver pieces as payment.
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Post by Rain on Feb 10, 2013 19:47:16 GMT -5
"The state of my naginata is a reflection on my honour; should it waver for but a day I have no doubt that they shall blacken and crack," the drow stated simply, not rising to the innuendo at all. She took an immeasurably tiny sip of her glass before lowering it again and looking at the halfling.
"I feel it would be best to wait until they mentioned a reward; those acting out of their own greed do not deserve charity."
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Post by Vinestar on Feb 11, 2013 18:25:48 GMT -5
"Yesssssssh!" Nodding eagerly (yet hearing only half of the current conversation), Roxy began rambling on about the joys of charity and how much joy it could spread among the community. Pausing in her tirade to order more spirits, the cleric returned back to babbling like a loon, the alcohol having loosened both tongue and mental faculties.
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Post by dblade26 on Feb 12, 2013 15:02:16 GMT -5
"Indeed, dood."
The penguin ninja was now back with the group, having already finished his fish and overhead the conversation. "More importantly, a lot of our goals rely on earning large amounts of money to accomplish unless we earn ships and other necessaries through our actions instead, dood. Either way, we need to choose our jobs carefully, dood."
Lousy Spelljammer post, GO!
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Post by Krautman on Feb 20, 2013 13:07:54 GMT -5
"Agreed... but maybe we should hear 'em out a bit longer. Doubt we can go anywhere outside this... whatsit called again? Sphere? Anyway, kinda stupid to sail the open sea without a navigator and mechanic, the steamboat captains tell me."
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Post by Rain on Feb 22, 2013 9:40:27 GMT -5
"My mount knows basic mechanical principles, but her intellect leaves something to be desired... as does her arms," the samurai said, smiling as she heard something from the next table over, "And I would say that there is now sufficient cause to help those researchers with their dilemma."
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Post by dblade26 on Mar 5, 2013 13:29:51 GMT -5
The penguin ninja. was taking in the discussion both with his own party and the other table with interest. It seemed that the researchers were willing to part with their funds after all and thought that his group were the adventurers for the job. This was excellent as far as he was concerned. Every bit of currency helped him move closer to his goals
"The drow samurai and the cowboy both bring up very valid points, and taking the job could help us with our funds and maybe even help us find a navigator and a mechanic along the way dood."
Grail had seen many strange things in his travels and some people even considered him to be one of those strange things, but even so he doubted a T-rex would make the best possible mechanic.
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Post by Vinestar on Mar 16, 2013 22:41:47 GMT -5
"This one suggeshes that we hold auditions for the role of mechanic and/or navigator. This one also wishes to name the event 'So You Think You Can Wrench?'." Eyes drifting about in a vision tinged with rosy golden haze, Roxy continued sipping away at her spirits. "Though if we don't have one, this one can just try to heal the ship every time it breashes down!" The cleric said, brandishing her mug so abruptly the contents almost splashed out.
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Post by dblade26 on Apr 1, 2013 17:50:39 GMT -5
The penguin ninja approached the three troubled would-be scientists, exuding an aura of serious professionalism few other mercenaries could hope to match, or at the very least attempting to do so.
"Excuse me but I represent a highly skilled adventuring party in need of some funds and we couldn't help but overhear your little problem involving your professor, dood. So long as you can afford it and suggest a reasonable price, I'm sure I could convince my fellow party members to help me with clearing out your research area of any pesky problems, dood. If you're interested, we can discuss the terms of a contract for the job and any further details needed, dood."
Grail was proud of his professional attitude, employing the latest in ninja subterfuge and Dowhar negotiation skills.
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Post by Krautman on Apr 3, 2013 21:06:16 GMT -5
"Now hold on." The first student said, this time audibly and pointed to Grail. He was a short, blonde half-elf failing miserably at growing a moustache. "I want to see the rest of your party. It's just... the doors aren't exactly sized for a Dohwar. Heck, they're not even sized for a human. It took us and the professor to get them open last time."
The second, a brunette human man, facepalmed. "Look. I'm sure any adventurer has something for getting doors the size of a house open. If not, well, we'll just have to improvise."
The third, a female with a bald head and eyes a pale blue the way through, continued eating her salmon as she talked to Grail. "Fair warning... mm, fresh IS better... There's something not-quite-zombie in there."
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Post by Rain on Apr 4, 2013 14:42:40 GMT -5
"I'm sure that either I could improvise something to open these doors, or my mount could achieve the same. I recall her mentioning something about 'levers' in the past," Vas said, turning around and standing before the researchers, looming over the Dohwar in her armour and with a hand on one of her naginata, "Are you willing to grant us the job? After the priest sobers up, I suggest."
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Post by Krautman on Apr 5, 2013 19:05:19 GMT -5
"Oh, definitely. Priest would be helpful if they ARE undead," the half-elf said.
As the people in the inn milled about, the clock struck eleven. At this, many of the spelljammers looked nervous, beginning to head back to their various ships. The human man counted on his fingers.
"Shit. It's the solstice back on Oerth. You uh... might want to not be outside tonight. Jule Nissen's on his way."
(DC 10 general knowledge, DC 10 Religion, or DC 10 Knowledge: Wildspace)
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Post by dblade26 on Apr 7, 2013 21:15:26 GMT -5
Underneath his mask and showing at least a bit through his posture, the ninja penguin suddenly looked extremely wary.
"I've heard some people say that Jule Nissen the Solstice Gnome could be considered the greatest ninja in existence, dood. After all, he delivers presents to homes all across Wildspace in the span of a single night while never being detected and I've even heard that he punishes the wicked on the very same night before they can wake up, dood. I'm pretty certain none of us are evil, but it's probably better if we're cautious and stay indoors anyways, dood."
The amphibian bird nodded gravely at their situation, trying to contemplate the level of skill it would take to replicate Jule Nissen's feats of stealth.
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