Mar 20, 2018 4:24 pm
You stand awaiting at the Meese Docks, awaiting for whatever this letter is to bring.
Game: Meese, oh my!
Mar 20, 2018 6:03 pm
The female dwarf shoulders her way to the forefront, oiled chain mail coated in a layer of smoke to resemble charcoal. A shield of similar color bears the symbol of Moradin Soul-Forger, and a warhammer with identical runes rests at her belt. Residents of Oceatree might recognize Wendealynn Urchardan-Baran, blacksmith at The Jealous Jester.
Wendealynn lights her pipe and takes a few puffs, waiting patiently.
Wendealynn lights her pipe and takes a few puffs, waiting patiently.
Mar 20, 2018 6:38 pm
Licking her fingers free of the last vestiges of sausage juices, Kithri bounces up to the assembled motley crew. Hi everyone! You get one of these meese letters too? she says happily.
For those just seeing Kithri for the first time, she's a tiny little halfling with aqua colored hair. Her clothes are rugged, but somewhat erratic, made up of stylistic choices from what seems like a melange of people. A goblin tribal mask covers most of her face, an orcish belt is wrapped around her waist four or five times, holding a slender elven rapier. Across her back is a well-crafted but well-loved lute. A chest drops by her feet with a thud.
For those just seeing Kithri for the first time, she's a tiny little halfling with aqua colored hair. Her clothes are rugged, but somewhat erratic, made up of stylistic choices from what seems like a melange of people. A goblin tribal mask covers most of her face, an orcish belt is wrapped around her waist four or five times, holding a slender elven rapier. Across her back is a well-crafted but well-loved lute. A chest drops by her feet with a thud.
Mar 20, 2018 7:23 pm
Wendealynn spares a brief glance at the dropped chest before looking at the halfling. "Just a general call, lass," she says to Kithri.
Mar 20, 2018 11:36 pm
Believe it or not you would be surprised how often you could lose track of or not even notice the young Barixius. At 5’6" the red-skinned tiefling has always prided himself on being inconspicuous despite his ostentatious appearance. Sporting leather Armor underneath a set of common clothes he currently sits on a dock pylon feeding a mouse on his shoulder. Doing his best to pretend that he is not watching everyone assembled.
Mar 21, 2018 12:09 am
General call or not, you simply MUST tell me about your pipe! It looks marvelously crafted, truly a lovely piece. Is it a family heirloom? How precisely did you come to so casually enjoy it? Kithri says, clearly not one to care over-much for general social niceties.
Mar 21, 2018 12:18 am
Wendealynn stares at Kithri for a long second. Finally, she says, "Got it from the store."
Mar 21, 2018 2:36 am
A bronze hued Dragonborn stands with three other well armed individuals. Equipped with sword, small shield and scale mail, she looks as prepared, but perhaps a little more anxious than her companions. Her looks are directed in turn to each person in the vicinity and continues to shift between them like a cobra sizing up prey.
It looks as if someone has invited amateurs to this party... Wisym will have none of their nonsense.
It looks as if someone has invited amateurs to this party... Wisym will have none of their nonsense.
Mar 21, 2018 3:05 am
Kithri snorts softly at Wendealynn's answer. Well now, how will you EVER impress people with a tale like that? Where's the gusto? The mystery! The marvelous legacy of dwarven dominance over all things crafted? Kithri says, still cheery and not at all put off. This lasts just long enough for the bronze dragonborn to show up. And you are simply radiant! I don't know I've ever met one of the dragonblooded! So so many questions!
Mar 21, 2018 4:01 am
No longer under the gaze of the talkative halfling, Wendealynn idly draws from her pipe while she waits.
Mar 21, 2018 2:05 pm
Approaching is a large Goliath, decked out in a tunic made from a bear with the head still attached, he's carrying a large Morning star over his shoulder. He looks at the group, and wanders past them finding a large wooden post to lean against, yawns pulls out a hand ax that he uses to pick this mornings breakfast from his teeth and waits.
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Mar 21, 2018 5:06 pm
Leaf arrives last, having taken her time lounging in bed and then a leisurely breakfast, and stopping to watch some children at play while on her way to the docks. "Good morning, everyone!" the tabaxi says brightly, then approaches Kithri, her spotted tail curling around the halfling's legs. "Hey you're staying at the Devil's Respite, right? Kithri, I think you said your name was? I'm Leaf, in case you've forgotten."
Mar 21, 2018 5:44 pm
Hi Leaf! It'd be awfully damn difficult to forget someone like you! she says, immediately moving on from the dragonborn, her flitty nature becoming more and more apparent the longer she lets her mouth run.
Mar 21, 2018 10:14 pm
Out of the small building connected to the dock house, barges out a disheveled gnome male. His hair combed in places, tangled in others, and jutting out in others. His beard and mustache go every which way, creating a sort of half circle. He carries large bags under his eyes, denoting a heavy lack of sleep. As he takes notice to the crowd that has gathered, he jumps, startled, and lets out a small 'eep'. His speech is sporadic "I, oh boy; all wrong, nothing smooth. I'm Ovlet, Meese Handler and set up for the ferrying to and from Meese Island, and the one who sent out the letters you are all holding. I, boy, how to let this.... I wasn't expecting this much of an outcome to my request. I'm afraid I won't have enough to pay all of you upon completion."
There is an outcry, as the dwarf male throws his arms up, says something in dwarvish,
(those who speak it: it was a naughty word at Ovlet)
(those who don't speak it: can probably tell it wasn't anything nice, judging off the dwarfs anger) and storms off.
The elven woman, in a much more respectful manner, dismisses herself. The human male turns to the dragonborn, whispering something,before leaving.
The gnome begins to hop a finger to each of you then turns to a pouch that hangs on his side and he pulls out six gold. He holds it out towards the remaining group "It's, It's all I got at the moment. No one wants to visit the island any more with this threat spreading like wild fire. I don't care about the gold...those poor meese, such peaceful creatures, introduced to a predator. Deal with what endangers them; if my business returns, I promise I will pay you each a more fitting reward."
There is an outcry, as the dwarf male throws his arms up, says something in dwarvish,
(those who speak it: it was a naughty word at Ovlet)
(those who don't speak it: can probably tell it wasn't anything nice, judging off the dwarfs anger) and storms off.
The elven woman, in a much more respectful manner, dismisses herself. The human male turns to the dragonborn, whispering something,
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The gnome begins to hop a finger to each of you then turns to a pouch that hangs on his side and he pulls out six gold. He holds it out towards the remaining group "It's, It's all I got at the moment. No one wants to visit the island any more with this threat spreading like wild fire. I don't care about the gold...those poor meese, such peaceful creatures, introduced to a predator. Deal with what endangers them; if my business returns, I promise I will pay you each a more fitting reward."
Mar 21, 2018 10:28 pm
"Aaaw those cute little meese do look delectable--ADORABLE, I meant adorable!--don't they?"
Mar 21, 2018 10:50 pm
As everyone starts grabbing their coin from the gnome, Barixius hops off the pylon and casually steps into line to recieve the pre-payment.
Grammy what have you gotten me into?
Grammy what have you gotten me into?
Mar 21, 2018 10:51 pm
Ignoring the halfling, Sirraah sizes up the Goliath as he approaches, she can’t help but let out a slight hiss of respect. Giant blood! This will be interesting. Undisciplined, but a worthy ally or foe in battle. Another who would fight and die with honor.
Mar 21, 2018 10:56 pm
Wendealynn sighs, exhaling a plume of white smoke. "Keep yer money for me, Ovlet," she says, walking up to the gnome with a neutral expression. "The Jester's willing to help you out."
Mar 21, 2018 11:04 pm
Sirraah crosses her arms and stands stiffly as her guild companions leave, and stiffens a little more as the last whispers to her in passing. After the smoking dwarf passes on the gold, Sirraah relaxes her stance a bit and seems to make a decision. She says to Ovlet "There iss no honor in taking your gold when the task has not even been sstarted. Pay the guild what you ssee fit when the job iss complete."
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