Chapter 1

Aug 19, 2016 4:08 pm

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No worries, you definitely have a valid point. I'm still new to PbP and I definitely don't want to do that so if it seems like I am please let me know!

Aug 19, 2016 4:31 pm

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Whoops, I missed out on a bit.

As he followed the group, Quetza tries his best to keep the names memorized. However, with a lack of real conversation on his end, he figures that he should at least talk to somebody. If this journey will be the end of me, may as well get to know who I'm with...

He moves next to the minotaur as he walks, gulping a little before looking up at him. So... erm... Narbo, was it? H-how long have you been a cleric?

Aug 19, 2016 8:59 pm

Narbo is still lost in concentration and doesn't register someone is talking to him right away. Hooves... Hooves... Cleric... Wait, Cleric? He shakes himself out of his current train of thought, looks up and sees Quetza engaging him in conversation. "Why yes, Narbo Quills it *is* my good man! How long have I? A Cleric...?" Narbo cocks his head and looks confused, like he was just asked a trick question.

"Well, I suppose have been a Cleric my whole life! I was born in the holy city of Hoptar, which is really just one giant cathedral that all of us priests, clerics, and acolytes call home. I suppose officially I was given the title of Cleric on my most recent namesake day, just 3 moons ago." Goodness, is that all it's been? So much has happened since then... "Anyway, everyone in Hoptar is raised from birth to practice the teachings of Reyna and preach them to the citizens of Choss Mar'ak in some form or another. The main duties of a Cleric such as myself consist of traveling from town to town, arbitrating disputes, blessing newborns and weddings, sometimes we serve as a special preacher on holy days, things of that nature. I remember one time when I was still in training my teacher, Cleric Raiben, took me to the village of Tchar'Ghen during one of the worst storms our chronicler has on record to this day..."

Narbo prattles on for a block or two, absolutely thrilled that a fellow worshiper of Reyna is interested in talking shop with him, but very aware of the difference in personality between himself and Quetza. I wonder why a worshiper of the storm-god would be so fidgety and nervous? Surely we have crossed paths because Reyna wishes us to learn of each other's cultures and gain strength through our differences!

"...needless to say those children grew up to be *champion* sailors! Am I right? Ha ha ha! Ahhhh, anyway... What of you Quetza? How did you find the calling? Tell me everything!" At this point Narbo becomes very attentive. One of the few things that shuts his brain and his mouth up is hearing the stories of others and learning about other people and places.

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Aug 19, 2016 9:25 pm

Genisisect Inactive forever!

The Aarakocra listens intently, though when asked about his own career he visibly hesitates a little, his left hand/talon rubbing his Storm-Speaker bracelet nervously. He looks down a bit as he speaks, his wings twitching a bit.

W-well... it was only about three years ago that I began. The way my village works... Apet, if you've heard of it, it's on the Halia Coast... He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a hastily written map of the Halia Coast and its location relative to the rest of Sieldar, on the far west coast. The village of Apet is pointed out on there, but the language of the map and its descriptions is in Aarakocra, the map itself of poor quality. It's a terrible map, I know... A-anyways, how us Aarakocra on the coast work is... we only have one cleric per village, of Reyna. They're called the S-storm-Speaker... meant to mediate between us Aarakocra that rely on the sea to survive... I'm that for my village... or at least was. T-they blamed me for... the darkness... once it settled in, and I was already bad at my job... the village was evacuated, and... here I am...

He looks away in shame afterwards, his wings drooping as he pulls his hood over his head.

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Aug 19, 2016 10:15 pm

Eying up the party's, he decides that the safest bet would be to socialise within his skill caste, as the religious ones were doing, he makes his way over to the gnome.

"I do find it strange we are not to drink ale, in a city like this I would not trust the waters! Perhaps this place is like the great city of Alq'Alon, through which purest water flows day and night." Now that he has spent some time in her arcane presence, and coming from lands where Pact magic is actually quite common he determines your casting technique and enquires, "So with whom have you made your pact?"

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Aug 19, 2016 11:15 pm

Moofsalot Inactive for 5 months

As Quetza tell his story Narbo's face starts out in excited attentiveness, then quickly turns to sorrow as the tale goes on. "By Reyna's tears what a heavyhearted story! Truly you have suffered a hardship, but you mustn't blame your people. It's as my mother always said, 'In times of great strife when no answer can be found, a ship will turn on it's Captain, regardless.' But more importantly than that you mustn't blame yourself!" and his brow furrows, as it does when he is in deep thought. Could this be a sign? It *must* be, it's far to big to be just a coincidence...

He pulls out his gnarled wooden club and stares at it... Stares *through* it to another time and place. A deep split can be seen in the wood that looks like a perfectly straight angled lightning bolt. After a moment more Narbo replaces the club in the loop on his belt and lets out a great *SNORT* from his long snout and stamps one hoof, signifying an important decision has been reached. He turns to Quetza, stopping him mid-stride and puts a hand on his shoulder, staring him straight in the eyes. "Quetza Kontor, I believe Reyna has set both of us on a path. A path that has led us to meet each other in this time and this place. It is no coincidence two Clerics of Reyna just happen to volunteer for this critical mission. Where it leads I do not know, but I believe we each have expertise the other will need to reach it's end. Are you with me?" Narbo's other hand is extended out in front of their faces.

Aug 19, 2016 11:31 pm

Im_That_0n3_Guy Inactive forever!

How forward. I knew I'd like this one. And he glows.

Pure water, huh? That sounds just marvelous. As to a "pact"... this may surprise you, but I'm actually quite single. Why do you ask? I give him a wink.

Pact. Now that's a lovely way of describing marriage. It's like... a promise to be true to your lover. Oh, if only dear Anzu could have kept such a promise to me. We could be swimming in a pile of gold right about now. Sigh.

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Aug 19, 2016 11:37 pm

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Alrighty everyone, I'm really sorry to announce this, but I've had a really bad week, and there's been some health concerns that are taking my time, and I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up, let alone manage 6-7 players. I apologize, but to help me get better, I'm going to take away the pressure of having to DM, and I'm going to retire the game. I was really excited to start this, and it sucks health got in the way, but you know how life is. It's been a pleasure to see that my campaign ideas have gathered so much attention, and that they're actually decent. Perhaps I'll restart this again sometime? But for now, I'm retiring it. I am however going to start a Wild West based campaign, but it's private and I can only manage a few players at a time for now. Until next time.

Aug 19, 2016 11:40 pm

Quetza simply blinks in astonishment as he looks up at the minotaur for a brief moment, hesitant. I've never really met someone like this before... After all, he saw how much of a klutz I am, that I'm not good at anything. But... I suppose it would be nice to know him better, as I've never really met somebody like me in terms of being a cleric of Reyna either. Maybe I can learn from him... to be better, I guess. Nobody else here I can identify with, anyway.

He extends a talon to shake Narbo's hand. I... I think I'm with you. Thank you. Guess we all need a friend in this situation.

Aug 19, 2016 11:42 pm

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Oh... Hopefully things get better for you! It was fun while it lasted!

Aug 19, 2016 11:48 pm