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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 12, 2021 19:33:35 GMT -5
You find yourself floating, but not in water as one might expect after being thrown overboard by your self sacrificing captain. No, you find yourself floating in, well, nothing. Abruptly there is a city. No, not quite a city. A picture of a city. Like a puzzle, it's made up of a thousand thousand pieces. Below the city is a sea of shadowy hands, some of the hands are clutching blades as black as night. The hands reach up and snatch a piece of the city. Drawing it down into the darkness below. The blades flash, cutting pieces of the city away. You watch them tumble down and vanish into the sea of writhing hands. Above the city is a brilliant sun surrounding a beautiful young woman that bares the nobility of a dragon. Lurking behind her, in the shadow cast by the sun is the slender figure of a man, or perhaps an Elf. His features area hidden, but you get the feeling that he's helping the woman. Tiny threads run from his fingertips to various buildings within the city, and down to specific hands in the sea below. There are other places in the city where the light reflects. These bright places the shadowy hands avoid, flinching away as if burnt if they get too close. The dream fades, as you cough sea water out of your lungs. When you open your eyes, you see a blurry blue woman pulling her face back from your face. "Thank Deep Sashelas. I thought I had lost you there." She stands, water dripping off of her clothes as if she was recently submerged in water. You take stock of your situation. You're laying half submerged on a small beach beside a tall cliff. The waves of the ocean are gently lapping against you. The woman makes a gesture, and the water courses off of her clothes to float in a small globe beside her. She smiles, and lets the globe of water splash down into the ocean. She points off along the cliff wall, "Follow the cliff that way to reach Clifton." She looks back out over the water, "Will you be okay now?" Myst
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 12, 2021 19:57:47 GMT -5
Sitting up slowly as she tries to make sense of what she just saw and the words of the woman beside her." yes" she mutters her words hoarse slicing threw her throat like shards of glass. Glancing in the direction the woman points she squints against the salt that continues to burn her eyes. Reaching up she tried to rub the salt water from her eyes but it only aggravated them further, turning her once solid white eyes an angry red color. "Thank you." She glances down at her soaking wet clothes and with a soft sigh she manages to stand, though her body ached from being thrown about in the ocean. Making her way towards the cliff she could only begin to hope she might catch sick and die, but even then she might not be so lucky. Pelor seemed to like keeping her alive and torturing her. "you couldn't just let me die could you Pelor that would have been to easy" she muttered to her self as she carefully made her way along the cliff wall towards the Clifton, or at least that's what the blue lady had said was in this direction. Her long silver hair clung to her head in tangled clumps littered with sand. the warm sun felt soothing against her water chilled skin but she knew just how unforgiving the sun could truly be. the vison she had seen still hung fresh in her mind but it made no sense, and she had no temple elder to discuss it with so for now she pushed it to the back of her mind and focused on putting one foot in front of the other and not dieing well at least not today.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 13, 2021 6:39:01 GMT -5
"You will need to drink a lot of fresh water today, and rest. As much rest as you can manage." She checks a side mounted pack near her hip, then adds, "If I may suggest the Well-Groomed Pike. Yoseph cares for the place, and will take good care of you." She stoops, and carefully plucks something out of the water. You catch a glint of blue before she tucks it into her satchel. As you stagger toward Clifton muttering to yourself, she calls out one last time, "Do not be so quick to disparage the Gods. Your Pelor must have been looking out for you, or your body would have been reclaimed by the sea." With that minor admonishment, she turns and dives into the water. You thought she was graceful in her movements before, but in the water her movements are like fine art.
The path to Clifton, if you can call it that, is rough. You walk along where the ocean meets the cliff face, the ground here is mostly submerged. The rocks jagged and sharp. The ocean's waves are merciless, pushing you into the sharp rocks over and over. At one of the few blessedly dry places, you catch sight of a ship ahead. The ship is sailing straight toward the cliff face. You can see the crew furling the sails, and going through the motions of slowing the ship. Your experience tells you that it's too late for them though, they're going to smash into the cliffs. Why didn't they stop earlier? Or better yet, turn away? As you watch, the ship vanishes into the cliff face. No crash, no screams of injured men.
It takes you another half an hour to get to about where the ship was, and that's when you see it. The cliff face splits here, a hundred foot wide gap that leads to a well sheltered harbour. Carved into the cliffs themselves are twin guard posts. From here you can see the glint of metal on the men standing guard, and the raised arms of the siege equipment waiting to be used if needed. A massive chain hangs limply out of both guard posts, just under the water line. If that thing were pulled taut, no ship would be entering this harbour.
After admiring the defenses of the outer harbour, you turn your attention into the city itself. High above you, perched on the edge of the cliffs are massive curtain walls at least fifty feet tall by your estimation, and peeking above those are the walls of some sort of palace. Though it's hard to see the palace itself because of the sheer angle from you to the walls. Opposite the palace is another walled district with what seems like another palace, this one smaller, but still grandiose. Golden rays of pure sunlight shine down on this building, making it gleam like a golden beacon. The only break in the wall seems to be a gate set between the two districts, with a steady line of people moving toward, and away from it. Lowering your eyes, you see the docks themselves. Dozens and dozens of buildings, and the blur of moment that comes with a busy dock. Everywhere you look there are burly men lugging heavy looking crates, bags and objects. Sailors move through the rigging of ships, like you were doing just yesterday.
"Oy! What are you doing down there?" Turning your attention to the speak, you see one of the armoured men in the guard tower leaning over the wall to shout down to you.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 13, 2021 9:13:07 GMT -5
With a wave of her hand at the woman's words of warning about her god she continued towards along the cliff path. lost in her own thoughts as she struggled to not get dragged out to sea once more, the sight of the ship brought back memories some good and some extremely painful. only yesterday her captain and crew had been alive, now they were some where in the bottom of the sea. she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps the pirates that had slaughtered them were here in this walled city.
looking up at the guard" I washed up on the shores and was directed this way when I woke" she shouted back cupping a hand over her eyes to block out the glare from the sun as she did her best to look up at the guard. fresh cuts littered her body a few on her face from when the waves had pushed her against the rocks. exhaustion was starting to set it and she was starting to feel a bit dizzy from being bounced around so much. she attempted to push a hand threw her hair but it was quickly tangled in the salt crusted mess. Dropping her hands down to her sides she showed she meant no threat even with her weapons, two short swords hung at her hips, her backpack and bow some how managed to survive the rough beatings from the ocean, perhaps Pelor had decided to protect her for at least some strange reason.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 13, 2021 17:03:49 GMT -5
The guard looks you up and down briefly, then nods. "Wait there, the harbour isn't a safe way to approach the city on foot." The guard vanishes from view, returning shortly after to unroll a ladder made entirely out of chains. He cocks his head to one side, and makes a jerking motion implying that you should climb up. Assuming that you do as instructed, you struggle your way up the chain ladder and climb into a stone bunker of sorts. Finally throwing your body between the crenellations, you collapse on the ground, panting heavily. You're exhausted.
A pair of guards stand nearby. The one that spoke to you crouches down, offering you a wineskin, "Here, you look like you could use a drink." The pair of them are studying you closely, so you take a moment to do the same. They both wear well polished scale mail, long sword on one hip matched by a stout cudgel on the other. Over the scale mail is a tabbard emblazoned with the Imperial insignia, paired with the Duchess' personal crest. The wine in the wineskin tastes like heaven to your salt parched throat, though the actual vintage is likely the cheap stuff. Taking back his wineskin, the guard offers you a hand to stand up while the other guard draws up the chain ladder. "Your escort will be here soon. I hope you like stairs." He says it with a smile, but you can feel the groan in his voice.
You don't even get a chance to respond before a trio of guards appear from the open doorway. A stout oak paneled door, strapped with iron is blocked open in what appears to be a spiral staircase. You remember the height of the cliff, at least a hundred feet tall. Then the wall is another fifty feet above that. That is a lot of stairs. Two of the arriving guards are dressed similarly to the ones you've already seen, but the last one wears a golden cloak, and his helmet has a sun embossed on the side. Instead of a long sword, he carries a heavy mace on his hip, and a shield is slung over one shoulder. He carries no cudgel.
The cloak wearing fellow falls in beside you, gesturing toward the stairs. The other two guards fall in behind you as you walk. The cloak wearing man introduces himself as Kyle Stilton, then asks, "You said you washed ashore along the cliffs? How did you come to be in the water near Clifton?" The questions continue as you climb what feels like an endless staircase...
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 13, 2021 17:26:20 GMT -5
The wine soothed her parched throat thought she knew she needed water more than alcohol at this moment but wouldn't turn down an offered drink. Watching the guards carefully studying them as they studied her, her dark brown skin a stark contrast to her silver hair and pupil-less white eyes. She was used to being stared at especially because of her eyes. Making her way to the stairs with the guards she did her best to hide her exhaustion as she walked up what seemed to be a never ending stair case. "Yes I did, my ship went down some where at sea" she muttered as she glanced at Kyle, watching him from the corner of her eye trying to gauge his response to her answers. She had given most of the truth now to see if he would accept the truth or question further. Bracing her hand against the wall as she nearly tripped up the steps, her legs nearly buckling under her. "Pelor grant me strength" she whispered more out of pure instinct than anything else. She truly didn't trust her deity right now and hadn't in many many years.
Her clothes now dry from the water just stuck to her skin in an uncomfortable way but she was oddly used to it having spent many years at sea. her mind drifted back to the vision and she wondered if perhaps it had to do with this city. " I was told to go to the well-groomed pike and seek out yoseph" her voice soft as her throat was still sore from the salt water.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 13, 2021 20:42:55 GMT -5
Kyle seems inquisitive, rather than suspicious. He is friendly about it, but clearly has a job to do. He asks you all kinds of questions. Your name? The name of the ship you were on? The location where you were attacked? Who attacked you? What flag they were flying, if any? Where your ship left from? Where you were going to dock? What you plan to do now that you're here? When you stagger, calling upon Pelor for strength the questions come to an abrupt stop. "I apologize, I should have tended to you before the ascent. Once you're stationed here long enough, you forget what it's like to have to climb all these stairs." He pulls on a silver chain around his neck, fishing out a thick silver disk. A holy symbol to Pelor. "May I ease your weariness?" With permission given, he begins to chant a prayer to the Lord of Light. The holy symbol begins to radiate light of it's own, and the man's hands glow a soft blue-white. At his touch a wave of cold rolls across your body, like stepping into a cold lake on a hot day. Where the coolness touches, soreness fades and tense muscles relax. The exhaustion you fell fades completely. "Better? Good." The group begins to ascend the stairs again, but your legs feel like you've only just begun now. All in all, it takes about a half hour to ascend the stairs and make your way through a collection of long straight hallways. Along the way you pass dozens of doors, all identical. You get the feeling that you might be inside the curtain wall you saw from the mouth of the harbour, but it's hard to tell with everything looking so similar. Kyle opens a door, and you enter a room with a dozen bunk beds. Several guards are sleeping here, while others rest or tend to their equipment. Kyle nods to them, and leads you through the room to another door. This one leads to a room with a pair of desks and a counter. The desks each have an unarmoured person with the same tabbard as the guards, one male and one female. Another armoured guard stands at the counter speaking quietly with a man on the other side of the counter. Kyle lifts part of the counter, and gestures you through, "You are now in the Commercial District of Clifton. If you want to get to the Well Groomed Pike, you just need to take a left and walk until you reach the Harbour Gate. Any of the Guards in the Harbour District will point you in the right direction from there." Out of Game: If you simply answer him, no rolls are needed. If you want to lie about anything, I will need a deception check. You can skim the details as I did with the questions, or if you want you can make up the answers (inventing NPCs or locations as you see fit). For location reference Clifton (Your ship's destination) is set off the West side of the map of the Sword Coast in the Faerun. About 30 days travel by ship from Waterdeep. Handy Dandy Faerun Interactive Map
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 14, 2021 8:07:14 GMT -5
"My name is Kamiko Ferison, my ship was the gliding sun, I do not remember the exact location we were on our way here for trade from Waterdeep, we were attacked by pirates, i was below deck when we were attacked so I do not know who they were or what flag they flew, they slaughtered everyone." she paused in responding as she tried to remember all the details. "I have no plans at the moment, didn't think I would survive when I went over board, my captain took the blade meant for me." She nodded giving him permission to heal her, feeling the cold wave of healing wash over her she took a deep breath and seemed to stand up straighter, grateful to him for healing her. Nodding she continues with them up the stairs glancing around the hallways knowing with out a guide she would most likely get lost.
Pausing after passing through the counter she looked over at Kyle. "Thank you." she said flashing him a small smile. "when I came to on the beach there was a blue lady standing over me. Do you by chance know of her? or where I might find her?" she asked as she glanced around the room taking in as much detail as she could. Reaching up she touched the silver tear drop earing that hung on her left ear, a breath of relief left her lips when she felt the cool silver against her fingers, a reminder of her past of her loss. She planned to head to the well groomed pike and see if any word of her ship had perhaps reached here, though she knew she was the only survivor she could only hope that perhaps someone else had survived.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 14, 2021 11:12:32 GMT -5
"Blue lady? I've saw a Tiefling woman at the theater once." He pauses, thinking for a moment then adds, "It could have been makeup come to think of it." He shrugs, "Sorry I could not be of more help Mistress Ferison." He gives a little wave before the trio turn and head back into the barracks. Exiting the guard post you find yourself on a main road. A sign on the corner of a building reads, "High Road" People are walking in both directions, alone, in pair, or small groups. All of them deftly avoiding wagons and carriages as they push their way through the crowds. You notice less people to your right, where the road continues straight until it meets the wall, elevating slightly as it goes. To your left the road descends until about the mid point of the road before rising up to meet the far wall of the city.
You join the ebb and flow of people, and make your way to the left as instructed by Guardsman Kyle. You glance to your right as you pass one of the smaller side streets and stop dead in your tracks. The city descends on a steady grade in that direction revealing tier after tier of buildings. Far in the distance you see a wide river splitting a third of the city from the rest. The whole city is surrounded by a similar fifty foot tall curtain wall, like the one you were just escorted through. This place doesn't compare to the splendor of Waterdeep, but for being this far from civilization this is impressive. Now that you're seeing a sort of overview of the city you recognize the puzzle city's likeness here. This is the place from your dream? vision? Nightmare? Time will tell.
You are bumped from behind by a Human man of middle years. He has a small goatee, but his beard hands down to mid chest. He mutters a brief, "Sorry." Without looking at you before moving on. The bump was enough to get you moving again, and before long you find yourself at another main road. This one runs perpendicular to the High Road, and has a sign that reads, "Traveler's Path." The Traveler's Path offers an even more impressive view of the city, including a centrally located open space like a town square.
You join a queue of people all headed toward a gate through the curtain wall, a sign nearby reads "HARBOUR GATE". As you approach you see four guards with polearms standing around a ten foot wide archway through the stone wall. The tunnel is about fifteen feet thick with a line of sharpened spikes along the top of the archway, what would be the bottom of a portcullis. As the amount of people increase, you get jostled more than before, but it's nothing you can't handle. The guards watch on, mostly with bored expressions. They do give hard stares to anyone that starts pushing, which seems to be enough to keep things moving along nicely. Though the crowd is focused into a line, the guards are not inspecting anything and the line moves quickly. One of the guards on the other side of the gate seems to be speaking with another newcomer to Clifton, you manage to overhear the following before you move away with the press of people, "You tell Old Borris that Guardsman Jackson sent you, and he will give you a free ale." The person responds with, "The Wayfarer's Rest you say?" Guardsman Jackson nods, "That's right, have -"
From your new vantage point once again the city drops away from you, this time down into the sea. Following he walls with your eyes, you see the mouth of the harbour where you were walking in the sea not that long ago. The Harbour District is laid out in tiers like the Commercial District, and an extensive set of docks hold dozens and dozens of ships of various sizes. Extending down from the Harbour Gate is a lazy switch back road that the wagons and carriages are using, while a set of steep stairs cut past the switchback road a dozen times as it descends toward the docks.
Where to?
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 14, 2021 11:43:31 GMT -5
She merely nods at what he said about the lady figuring maybe it was just a figment of her imagination or perhaps Pelor decided to play a trick on her, that wouldn't surprise her much. Bits and pieces of the dream flit threw her mind as she takes in the views of the city. "Captain Corvil was right this place is amazing, not as grand as Waterdeep but still breathtaking" she muttered to herself as she looked around trying to figure out exactly where the well groomed pike was. maybe one of the guards would be able to help her. with a slightly frustrated sigh she turned back towards the gate to find a guard to ask him.
"now where is the well groomed pike..." she muttered to herself as she looked up and down the streets from her vantage point. Her eyes lingered on the water and the ships docked in the harbor and how she wished her captain and crew were here with her, they would be sitting down to a few tankards of ale at this moment, as they discussed where to head to next.As good as a tankard of ale sounded right now, she couldn't drink just one and that was why the captain only let her drink on the ship, if she started drinking the memories would come back and she wouldn't stop drinking till they were gone again and that usually resulted in her passing out.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 15, 2021 16:06:20 GMT -5
An armoured gauntlet lands on your shoulder. You pull away and turn to face the threat instinctively, one hand dropping to the hilt of your weapon. That hand falls away as you realize that the gauntlet belongs to Guardsman Jackson, "Oh, sorry there." He says with a smile, holding up both hands and taking a step back, "Was just trying to get your attention." He shifts his weight to his back leg, his stance completely relaxed. He looks so at ease and friendly that you can't help but feel a bit calmer yourself. "I was approaching because I had not seen you through my gate before. I couldn't help but overhear that you're looking for the Well Groomed Pike?" At your agreement, he approaches you once again. This time he puts his left hand on your left shoulder, while he points with his right hand, "That building right there." The building has a little tower, almost like a light house. "To get there, just take the stair to Wharf Street and turn left." When he says the stair, he waves his hand across the stairs that cut this district in half.
He steps back again with a smile, "Is there anything else I can help you find?"
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 15, 2021 16:41:23 GMT -5
Studying guardsman Jackson carefully she realized he was the one who had been speaking to the guy before the gate. "Stairs to wharf street and turn left, got it thank you" she said and gave a small slightly hesitant smile as she looked in the direction he was pointing. Doing her best to remember which way he said to go. At his next question she turned her attention back to him. " Where is the nearest Pelor temple?" she asked curiously, she wanted to speak with a temple elder about her vision if possible, they also seemed to be the only ones who knew what she actually was. She needed to get cleaned up before she went to the temple though.
(sorry for the short response)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 15, 2021 17:33:46 GMT -5
The guardsman nods enthusiastically, "We do have a Pelorian Temple." He points up, way up, above the curtain wall to one of the buildings you were admiring before. The one that was opposite the palace, gleaming in the sunlight like a beacon. "That there is our pride and joy." He looks back up toward his gate, "You get there by going back through the Harbour Gate, turning right and walking along the High Road until you get to the High Gate. From there just follow the main road up the hill, you can see the Temple from anywhere in the district so you can't get lost really."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 15, 2021 18:34:22 GMT -5
"thank you." she nods in thanks as she heads in the direction of the well groomed pike, hoping to find yoseph and possibly get a bath or shower to get the salt out of her hair. "i still don't understand what that vision was about" she mutters to herself as she heads towards the stairs. Her mind a mess of thoughts as she tried to process the vision and make sure she didn't get lost in the town. stopping only when she reached wharf street "left he said" she said as she looked up and headed left till she reached the well groomed pike.
(hope you don't mind)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 15, 2021 20:15:19 GMT -5
You used more stairs today then every other day in your whole life combined. Descending from the Harbour Gate to Wharf Street takes about ten minutes all told. Some of that time is spent waiting for wagons to cross the switchback before continuing down the stairs once more. Turning left, you enter Wharf Street and scan the local business' for the Well Groomed Pike. After about a minute of searching you spot a sign featuring a fish wearing formal attire, complete with top hat and monocle.
The building itself is made from a dark wood, well trimmed, with flowering planters by each of the windows. There seems to have been a few additions to the building over the years, the largest of which is a three story tower resembling a light house. From here you can see a bookshelf through the large windows. Pushing open the door, you're startled by a bell ringing above your head. Glancing around the room you eye is immediately drawn to the back wall, which has been replaced with a massive aquarium teeming with fish and shellfish. Other than the aquarium, there are several tables all set for a meal. A short bar along the right wall, a closed door near the bar and a set of stairs by a hallway in the back corner.
After a moment the door behind the bar creaks open, and you see a face framed by straight blonde hair peeking out into the room. The man makes eye contact with you, his hazel eyes seem kind. He steps a little further into the room until about half of himself is visible. He wears simple commoners clothing, with boots that go almost up to his knees. His long sleeves are rolled up, and his arms are wet to just below the elbow. "Can I help you?" He calls out, sounding both curious and hesitant. He mumbles something afterward, which sounds like, "I must remember to lock that door when I come in." He smiles though, and it seems genuine and inviting.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 16, 2021 7:01:37 GMT -5
"hello, sorry for disturbing you, i was told to seek out yoseph?" she said questioningly as she looked over at the man. she knew her appearance was a bit disheveled and her hair a matted mess from the sea water. Glancing back around the room she couldn't help but admire the large fish tank, her love for the ocean never ending. Maybe he knew who the blue lady was. Today had been an exhausting day, so many stairs, the strange vision all she wanted to do was curl up in her hammock and let the sway of the ocean lull her to sleep but that wouldn't happen again not for a very long time.
Glancing back at the man she stuck her hands in her pockets feeling her coin pouch, she had a little money but not much. standing there she began to realize just how sore her legs actually were having never dealt with as many stairs as she had today. Though she was sure the longer she was here the more used to it she would be but dang she would be sore tomorrow. a slight smirk passed her face at that thought. she really had managed to survive after getting pushed overboard. her captain would be pleased to know his sacrifice wasn't in vain.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 17, 2021 9:02:11 GMT -5
The man enters the room fully, making his way behind the bar. He grabs a towel, and dries off his arms. "My name is Yoseph, and this is my establishment, The Well Groomed Pike." He looks around the room, clear pride showing on his features. "If you don't mind me asking, who sent you to find me?" He walks to a table near your, and pulls out a chair. Gesturing for you to take a seat, he pushes in the chair for you. As you answer him, he goes back behind the bar. Returning a moment later with a pair of tankards, one full of water and another with a tell tale frothiness of ale. He places the water down in front of you, "Looks like you could use a drink..." He places the ale down in front of you as well, "...and a drink." He smiles kindly as he says it, but you can see the concern in his eyes. "You look like you've been through an ordeal. If you feel like talking about it..." He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 17, 2021 11:17:04 GMT -5
"This will sound crazy but a blue lady told me to come here after she found me by the cliffs" she said as she took the offered seat, eyeing the ale she picked the water instead knowing she needed that first. She gave him a small smile, picking up the tankard of water and taking a sip before her shoulders seemed to slump. "My ship was attacked by pirates while we were traveling here from water deep. I had been below deck when I heard the shouts, by time I made it upstairs everyone except the captain had been killed. I tried to help him but he pushed me overboard and took the blade that was meant for me." by the time she finished talking her voice was heavy with tears and the tankard trembled in her hands. Setting it carefully down on the table she glanced over at the large fish tank as she tried to blink back the unshed tears. there was no use in crying over it, the captain had always told her that tears made one weak, a sailor wasn't weak. Once she calmed herself down she picked up the tankard again, drinking the water though she what she really wanted was the ale. She needed a clear head for now and once she started drinking she wasn't very good at stopping.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 18, 2021 12:45:53 GMT -5
"Waterdeep is a long way from here. With the Lawless Sea between here and there, pirates can often be emboldened." When you mention your Captain's sacrifice, he looks genuinely sad, "Most of the Pirates I've heard about are not so bloodthirsty. The take what they can get, and only use violence if it comes to that. I'm so sorry for your loss." He says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Well if Mi-" He pauses, changing what he was about to say, "Well if the blue lady told you to come here, then I will take care of whatever you need. Our rate is eight silver protectors a day, or our weekly rate at seven gold phoenix. Is that alright with you?" Without waiting for an answer, he continues, "Either way, let me get a bath prepared for you on the house." He smiles again, nodding as if it were decided already. He heads upstairs, taking them two at a time. Before long, he returns a little sweatier than before, "Your bath is ready." He leads you upstairs showing you to the bathroom. (and to your room if you agreed) "Set your clothes on this table here, and I'll see what I can do about getting them cleaned up while you have a soak." Out of Game: 5e ExpensesEight Silver times ten days in a week would be eighty silver or eight gold. The weekly rate is a discount with ten day weeks.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 18, 2021 13:17:20 GMT -5
She flinched slightly at his touch having not expected it as she stared at the tankard. When he mentioned the rates she pulled out her coin pouch from where it had been hidden and began to count out the coins. She had enough gold to stay for the week and leave her with just enough extra if she needed it but she would need to find work quickly if she was going to be able to stay in this city. Perhaps she would find work at the temple. Glancing up when he returned she downed the rest of the water leaving the ale untouched and followed him upstairs." Thank you" she said and gave a small smile holding out the eight gold pieces, " I'll stay the week if that's all right?" she said as she glanced into the bathroom, the sight of a hot bath almost to good to be true at the moment. Stepping into the room she walked over to the bath waiting till she heard him leave before removing her clothing and folding them up and placing them on the table he had indicated before slipping into the steaming hot water. Making quick work of washing her body and doing her best to detangle her waist length silver hair. grumbling about the horrid effects of salt water on hair.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 18, 2021 15:46:56 GMT -5
Your muscles feel like they’re melting as you sink into the hot water. In spite of Kyle’s spell, you walked a lot of stairs today. You also didn’t exactly have the best sleep, unconscious and bobbing in the ocean.
A soft knock at the door draws your attention. The door opens enough that Yoseph’s hand can dart in and grab your clothes. It takes him three tries to find them. You can tell from the angle of his hand that he’s facing away from the room, and you feel like he likely has his eyes squeezed shut as well. After spending years at sea surrounded by men, with little to no privacy Yoseph’s consideration is touching.
You float there letting the water’s heat seep into your bones. Wether or not you become lost in thought, or just zone out you come to your senses when you realize the water has gone cold. Grabbing a towel, you begin the process of drying your hair. Glancing around, you spot that your clothing has been returned. Once dry you collect your clothes, all clean with several newly mended places.
Coming downstairs you can hear humming coming from behind the door by the bar. You notice that the front door is now locked, and a large puffer fish is fully expanded in the aquarium.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 18, 2021 16:01:30 GMT -5
enjoying the bath and finally being able to relax, she takes the extra time to wash her hair and detangle it as her mind wandered. Replaying the last few moments of the pirate attack she wished she hadn't gone below deck in search of rum, perhaps then her captain and crew would still be alive. Slowly her mind wandered to the vision or dream what ever it was of the city with the shadow hands, she tried to decipher it but still wasn't sure exactly what it meant. "Pelor what is it you want from me." she muttered as she finally opened her eyes and realized the bath was cold. getting out she dried off and did her best to dry her hair. leaving it to hang loose down her back. She began to dress again a soft smile gracing her lips as she realized he had mended the tears in them. " I must thank him for his kindness" she whispered as she headed downstairs. Glancing towards the door behind the bar she thought best not to disturb him and instead turned towards the aquarium stepping close to study the fish. "I wonder why she sent me here, maybe he knows what her name is?" she muttered as she watched the pufferfish.
She began to hum her own tune, one her and the crew would often sing. It brought tears to her eyes and choked her up so she just let it trail off or risk breaking down in tears. There would be a time for mourning but now it was not. "Pelor protect their souls" she muttered under her breath before stepping away from the aquarium she looked around the room unsure if she should disturb him but also wanting some answers. perhaps he could help her with the vision. Though she didn't want to seem more crazy than she probably already did.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 18, 2021 16:22:37 GMT -5
Just as you turn away from the aquarium, the front door clatters as someone is trying to open it. You’re about to call out to Yoseph, when you hear the tell tale sound of a key sliding into the lock. With a click, the lock comes open and the door opens a fraction. A little glob of water drifts in to engulf the chime above the door. Then the door opens fully, and a cloaked figure enters, pivoting they carefully close and relock the door.
As the figure turns around again, they finally takes notice of you. A familiar voice says, “I’m glad you managed to find this place.” They flip back their hood, and you see the blue skinned woman from earlier in the day. “I assume by your wet hair that Yoseph knows you are here? “ when you nod, she nods back, “Then I will relieve him of the dishes so he can get back to you.” The glob of water follows her through the air as she heads toward Yoseph’s humming.
A moment later Yoseph returns, already drying his hands on a towel and rolling down his sleeves. He has changed his clothes since you last saw him. Now he wears the attire of a chef, big hat and all. “Feeling better?” He says, tossing the towel on the bar.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 18, 2021 17:02:15 GMT -5
She stood a bit dumbfounded as she realizes its the woman from earlier in the day. All she managed as a nod before she watched her walk away and yoseph come out. "yes thank you" she muttered with a shake of her head "who is she?" she asked curiously motioning towards the door the woman had disappeared behind just moments ago. oddly enough the floating glob of water didn't seem to faze her, she may pass for human but she wasn't truly one and being on a merchant ship since a young age there was little that could shock her now. she walked over towards the bar taking a seat on one of the stools and looking up at yoseph. Running a hand threw her silver hair she realized it was nearly dry and no long smelt of dried sea salt.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 21, 2021 17:32:39 GMT -5
Yoseph looks back over his shoulder toward the door the blue woman left through, "She is something special." He says quietly, almost like he was saying it to himself, "She is a private person, so if you want to know anything about her you will have to ask her yourself." Yoseph shrugs by way of apology, and follows you to the bar. "If you don't mind me asking you a question about your heritage? With Clifton being a port town on the edge of the Empire, I've seen a great many different races. I don't recognize your features though." He slides another water across the bar to you. This one served in a glass that looks like the outside of a sea shell, without all the twisted inside bits that would be impossible to keep clean.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 21, 2021 18:28:30 GMT -5
"I understand" she said with a simple nod as she glanced down at the glass in front of her. "I'm an Aasimar" she whispered and glanced up at him waiting for the shock or fear on his face. She usually tried to keep her heritage hidden but she felt like she could trust yoseph for some reason. Running her fingers threw her hair she glanced down at the glass studying it. She had never met another like herself and tried her best to pass as human but her angelic like features tended to leave her standing out. Hence why she often remained behind on the ship when they were docked. Picking up the glass she took a sip of the water before slowly looking up at him.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 21, 2021 19:04:50 GMT -5
There is not a hint of shock or fear on Yoseph's face. In fact he is leaning back in his chair, smiling at you warmly. "Aasimar. Aasimar." He repeats the name a few times, "I've not heard about the Aasimar before. So many of your features are so close to Human, aside from your hair and eyes of course." He glances back at the door to the kitchen, then leans in and whispers, "I think you're beautiful." He leans back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You get the feeling that he wasn't flirting with you, just simply stating a fact. "Well dinner will be ready soon. You are of course welcome to join us as a paying customer." He adjusts his chef hat, "You must have questions. I know a lot about the Harbour District, and a fair amount about what's generally happening in and around the rest of Clifton."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 21, 2021 19:27:24 GMT -5
She nodded when he mentioned her features as she looked down at the glass again. A faint blush stains her cheeks at his compliment, not used to the compliments, more used to people being shocked. At the mention of food her stomach grumbles weakly and she debated on it though she didn't have much coin left so she needed to be careful. "Has there been any mention of a ship called the gliding sun?" she asked curiously as she looked up at him. Oddly surprised that her solid white eyes didn't seem to unnerve him like most were. " Do you know of jobs in town?" She asked as she turned her attention back to the glass in front of her, running her fingers along the edge.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 21, 2021 20:06:45 GMT -5
Yoseph rolls his eyes up, clearly running though his thoughts in search of the information you are seeking, "I don't think I've heard anything about the Gliding Sun. Was that your ship? If it was boarded and potentially scuttled last night, then sailors might bring word of it today, or tomorrow." Yoseph stands, and stretches. "As to work-" That's as far as he gets before the blue lady comes back out of the kitchen. "The dishes are done Yoseph." You notice that her arms are not the slightest bit wet, and she does not have the prune like fingers of someone that was just doing dishes. She turns to you, "I realized that I never introduced myself. My name is Myst." She doesn't raise a hand, but instead offers a simple nod. "I would love to stay and chat, but I have to get back to work." She nods again, and makes her way toward the door.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 21, 2021 20:19:25 GMT -5
"Yes that was my ship. "She replies sadness in her voice as she stared at the water. glancing up when she hears the door open she turns towards the woman. "I'm iko thank you for saving me" she said giving her a small smile. Curious about the fact that she wasn't wet even after washing dishes but figuring she would have to ask her another time, well that was if she ever saw her again. She gave myst a small wave before returning her attention to yoseph to hear what he had to say about finding work in town. She preferred to work for a living rather than be a beggar or go back to a temple. She wasn't exactly thrilled with her oh so wonderful patron god and she had forsaken her guide a long time ago, though the visions never did stop no matter how much she begged for them. How was she supposed to fight evil when she couldn't even protect the people she cared for. "you were saying?" She asked curiously as she picked up her glass once more.
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