Post by redcoat on Mar 27, 2022 12:47:23 GMT -5
The Ruined DocksUsername: Opiii
Before we start, I'd like to impose a post cap: there should be a -maximum- of three posts per player between DM posts. This is to help keep pace, and so those who post slowly, or have a day job, can still interact without missing posts.
If your character has nothing to say or do, or is simply maintaining an action between posts, make a quick reply to note that you're passing. This will let me know it's okay to move on, and I'll trim those posts out as we go.
If I see at least one reply, or a pass, from all players I'll consider the events synced and move on- if needed.
This might not be the format we use in the future, but if it does work well it might be implemented more.
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Username: Opiii
The Port of Port Nyanzaru was in shambles.. Bodies of scaled creatures, blistered with pink flesh exposed between cracked green brown and black scales, lay strewn about like rampart at the cliff's edge.
A cliff that had once been a sloping stone dock bustling with commerce, sailors, and life.
Black scorch marks and cracks pockmarked the wide spanning bay, evidence of the assault which had destroyed the pier. Small shacks and stations, guard houses and the like, were reduced to wrecked wooden piles which dotted the cliffside.
The town was quiet. With Aramag's glistening spiked shell descending into the waves in the distance, and the reptilian folk scattering to the far, dark corners of the city, the band of…. Specialists found themselves with a VIP and a prisoner, and a destination.
Crosp warily observed the large, crocodilian creature that Biff seemed to be… Guarding? Leading? With some apprehension. It was clear he hadn't seen one up close, and unlike the Warforged, he was less eager to inspect it further. "I'll… Lead the way. My office is a bit of a walk with the uh…" He gestured toward the bay and the cliff. "This."
The large reptilian finished glancing at Biff as he attempted to push it around, snorting dismissively. It was cooperating and would not abide his rough hands. Snout turned forward, it moved in silence, naturally moving into the group as they pushed forward. It's bulky, musclebound body was covered in scratches and puncture marks, little trickles of blood pooling in the grooves of it's dull, green-brown scales.
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Username: Taliesin
Rorr and Cerberus walked side by side, hobbling with limps due to the ordeal. He would need to spend time buffing out some damage and take care of his construct as well as himself. "Now that we have you - perhaps we can spend time repairing aspects of the city?" He looked back at everyone and then over to Crosp.
"Certainly I want to learn from you - But the . . . throat. I can restructure the material from the dam to let it drain." He reached up to the tattered cloak that had previously helped hide his form and pulled it off and shoved it into his bag of holding revealing the true nature of the mismatched body parts that made him appear - strange, or more strange than the average warforged. "Also, if someone can describe the slope of the destroyed cliffside - Maybe I could spend a few days returning portions close to what it used to be? Maybe that would help get Nyanzaru functioning and stop the mercenaries from raiding."
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Username: CautionCat
Verdi was a mixture of relief, and anger. Aramag was gone, for now, but Blitefang… A dragon? It didn't sit right with them at all. Territory dispute? They weren't sure, and would walk with their mind in thought.
Rorr spoke, and they shook their head. "We need to contact the guild, they will send the manpower needed to mend the place, and post guards to protect. But… It will take some time, not as long as our journey, fortunately, but we can mend what we can in the meantime."
They looked the lizardfolk over, squinting. Another female? This large… They had never seen a subspecies like them before today. In draconic, Verdi spoke to them.
"You are nesting here. Why? What is wrong with your swamps down south?" The language came of their tongue naturally, and a bit frightening.
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Username: Taliesin
Rorr tilted his head as they walk. He thought back a moment and nodded. "My apologies … sometimes I think I've said things out loud when I've only thought about it." He looked towards Crosp. "I meant to say help for a few days while we await the Commission."
He focused more closely on Crosp. "Will you need any assistance in getting your arcane communications devices working again?"
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Username: Ancelas
Karn padded alongside the lizardthing, keeping pace with the Biff. 'Padding' might not have been the right word - there was a soft clicking with every step as his polished wood and oxidized metal paws settled down onto the flagstones. He had not dropped his bear form, instead preferring to keep hold as long as was necessary.
They may have chased off Blightfang, but there were more lizardfolk in the city. They may have scared off one group, but word would spread quickly of their presence. Would the lizards flee, plant their feet and defend their new home, or ambush the interlopers?
Karn kept moving his head, scanning the rooftops and alleyways they passed for signs of trouble.
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Username: Uberwulf X
Biff, for his part, hoped the lizards would flee. It would simply be better for them all, saving all some headaches if they didn't have to fight anyone along the way. He'd not attempt to lead the crocodilian anymore after they rebuffed the attempt to lead it forward– it had given up without needing to be asked, so this one was clearly smart, and it knew that it could be defeated in a group of its newly-former foes. If they wanted to keep their pride, then so be it, Biff and Karn would be free to walk behind for the sake of furthering the escort.
In Biff's left hand was the hotly contested hammer, held tightly enough so it wouldn't drop or be simply snatched out of his hand, but not showing readiness or intent to sucker-pound the prisoner. Bones had been positively freaking out, but he expected her to come claim her heirloom. Until then, he'd keep it i his possession.
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Username: The Red Coat
Stupid stupid stupid. What the hell was wrong with her? Seeing that hammer in Blightfang's hands had made her loose her cool. It wasn't like her.
She'd practically jumped into the water to get it! Missed every shot, her mind still on the hammer that was now in Biff's hands.
Was it the hammer, or the broken look in Thorhac's eyes? He was her family, and if he needed the hammer to be his old self, then she would bring it to him. That's what you did, for family.
Pensive, she kept to the front of the group. She, admittedly, didn't know Biff all that well, but he seemed the fair and friendly sort. She doubted he'd do anything untoward towards Brazenclout.
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Username: *Shuffled Glassware*
*I'll skip this round*
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Username: Opiii
Crosp regarded Rorr with a nod, and then Verdi spoke. He followed up, focused on the warforged. As he spoke, he studied the strange mismatch of parts. "You studied in the Lyceum correct? You probably know your way around a tool set then. Rebuilding the port in its entirety would be a massive undertaking. But if you and your team could get even a small dock built, it'd be enough for a team of Dwarves to get over here. Alternatively, if Tyriki Anchorage is still intact, smaller boats can move smaller teams there." He paused a beat. "The two hangups there are the Lizardfolk who remain in the city, whether or not they'll remain hostile, and whether or not Aramag will allow anyone to pass close to port. Clearing that dam would go a long way in removing the lizardfolk's foothold. As for Aramag… He'll need convincing. And right now, he doesn't seem like he's open to reason." He nodded toward Lia, the elven healer, noting her pleas from before.
"The arcane transponder should be our first priority. I don't think I'll need help with it, but I'll need you and your team close so I can send my report to the Steading. They'll want details."
As Karn studied the rooftops, he found no signs of life lying in wait. It was hot, the sun was high, and the only movement he could see was the faint shimmering of heat mirages atop the squat buildings. Though many of the doors and windows had been broken into, most of the buildings were in decent shape.
Verdi looked the large reptile over, studying its features, he learned several details. Their scales were blunter and more grid-like than their plated cousins. They wore rudimentary belts made of leather and scale, in which were buckles and straps which could have holstered spears behind the back, or clubs at the hip. Upon the beast's left hip were several dangling baubles wrapped in roughly made twine- A bird's skull, a talon, and a rough natural crystal which had been polished to a keen shine.
Anatomically, Verdi spotted the markers that denoted its status as a female. When the Tiefling spoke up and asked the Lizardwoman a question in her mother tongue, the reptile inclined her head to turn one eye toward him. In draconic it was hard to tell if she was growling a threat, or clearing her throat. "Many ssstruggles in our landss, Soft Male. No Rotten meat attackss uss here. No Guardianss sshamble near our clutch." She side eyed the bear, then Rorr, lids lowering. "…Until thisss day." Her gaze turned toward Verdi again, lids low, tired. "…Blightfang promissed many gifts. Blightfang promissed fresh fish, many mealssss.. Blightfang promised safety to our clutch. Blightfang promisssed to ssstop devouring our maless." She inclined her head. "…Ssurvival is here."
Once again Bones had some comfortable silence to think. The action and activity minutes earlier had passed. The explosions, cries and cheers, were all gone. It was quiet and serene now as she passed through the streets she knew… But it was still unfamiliar. The plodding of feet, clopping of steel toes, and padding of heavy reptillian footsteps might have brought some balm to the ache. Nyanzaru was, even in this state, still somehow a melting pot.
Biff, for his part, guarded Brazenclout. As he held onto the hammer, it thrummed with warmth… Heat pulsing through his palm like a heartbeat.
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Before we start, I'd like to impose a post cap: there should be a -maximum- of three posts per player between DM posts. This is to help keep pace, and so those who post slowly, or have a day job, can still interact without missing posts.
If your character has nothing to say or do, or is simply maintaining an action between posts, make a quick reply to note that you're passing. This will let me know it's okay to move on, and I'll trim those posts out as we go.
If I see at least one reply, or a pass, from all players I'll consider the events synced and move on- if needed.
This might not be the format we use in the future, but if it does work well it might be implemented more.
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Username: Opiii
The Port of Port Nyanzaru was in shambles.. Bodies of scaled creatures, blistered with pink flesh exposed between cracked green brown and black scales, lay strewn about like rampart at the cliff's edge.
A cliff that had once been a sloping stone dock bustling with commerce, sailors, and life.
Black scorch marks and cracks pockmarked the wide spanning bay, evidence of the assault which had destroyed the pier. Small shacks and stations, guard houses and the like, were reduced to wrecked wooden piles which dotted the cliffside.
The town was quiet. With Aramag's glistening spiked shell descending into the waves in the distance, and the reptilian folk scattering to the far, dark corners of the city, the band of…. Specialists found themselves with a VIP and a prisoner, and a destination.
Crosp warily observed the large, crocodilian creature that Biff seemed to be… Guarding? Leading? With some apprehension. It was clear he hadn't seen one up close, and unlike the Warforged, he was less eager to inspect it further. "I'll… Lead the way. My office is a bit of a walk with the uh…" He gestured toward the bay and the cliff. "This."
The large reptilian finished glancing at Biff as he attempted to push it around, snorting dismissively. It was cooperating and would not abide his rough hands. Snout turned forward, it moved in silence, naturally moving into the group as they pushed forward. It's bulky, musclebound body was covered in scratches and puncture marks, little trickles of blood pooling in the grooves of it's dull, green-brown scales.
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Username: Taliesin
Rorr and Cerberus walked side by side, hobbling with limps due to the ordeal. He would need to spend time buffing out some damage and take care of his construct as well as himself. "Now that we have you - perhaps we can spend time repairing aspects of the city?" He looked back at everyone and then over to Crosp.
"Certainly I want to learn from you - But the . . . throat. I can restructure the material from the dam to let it drain." He reached up to the tattered cloak that had previously helped hide his form and pulled it off and shoved it into his bag of holding revealing the true nature of the mismatched body parts that made him appear - strange, or more strange than the average warforged. "Also, if someone can describe the slope of the destroyed cliffside - Maybe I could spend a few days returning portions close to what it used to be? Maybe that would help get Nyanzaru functioning and stop the mercenaries from raiding."
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Username: CautionCat
Verdi was a mixture of relief, and anger. Aramag was gone, for now, but Blitefang… A dragon? It didn't sit right with them at all. Territory dispute? They weren't sure, and would walk with their mind in thought.
Rorr spoke, and they shook their head. "We need to contact the guild, they will send the manpower needed to mend the place, and post guards to protect. But… It will take some time, not as long as our journey, fortunately, but we can mend what we can in the meantime."
They looked the lizardfolk over, squinting. Another female? This large… They had never seen a subspecies like them before today. In draconic, Verdi spoke to them.
"You are nesting here. Why? What is wrong with your swamps down south?" The language came of their tongue naturally, and a bit frightening.
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Username: Taliesin
Rorr tilted his head as they walk. He thought back a moment and nodded. "My apologies … sometimes I think I've said things out loud when I've only thought about it." He looked towards Crosp. "I meant to say help for a few days while we await the Commission."
He focused more closely on Crosp. "Will you need any assistance in getting your arcane communications devices working again?"
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Username: Ancelas
Karn padded alongside the lizardthing, keeping pace with the Biff. 'Padding' might not have been the right word - there was a soft clicking with every step as his polished wood and oxidized metal paws settled down onto the flagstones. He had not dropped his bear form, instead preferring to keep hold as long as was necessary.
They may have chased off Blightfang, but there were more lizardfolk in the city. They may have scared off one group, but word would spread quickly of their presence. Would the lizards flee, plant their feet and defend their new home, or ambush the interlopers?
Karn kept moving his head, scanning the rooftops and alleyways they passed for signs of trouble.
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Username: Uberwulf X
Biff, for his part, hoped the lizards would flee. It would simply be better for them all, saving all some headaches if they didn't have to fight anyone along the way. He'd not attempt to lead the crocodilian anymore after they rebuffed the attempt to lead it forward– it had given up without needing to be asked, so this one was clearly smart, and it knew that it could be defeated in a group of its newly-former foes. If they wanted to keep their pride, then so be it, Biff and Karn would be free to walk behind for the sake of furthering the escort.
In Biff's left hand was the hotly contested hammer, held tightly enough so it wouldn't drop or be simply snatched out of his hand, but not showing readiness or intent to sucker-pound the prisoner. Bones had been positively freaking out, but he expected her to come claim her heirloom. Until then, he'd keep it i his possession.
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Username: The Red Coat
Stupid stupid stupid. What the hell was wrong with her? Seeing that hammer in Blightfang's hands had made her loose her cool. It wasn't like her.
She'd practically jumped into the water to get it! Missed every shot, her mind still on the hammer that was now in Biff's hands.
Was it the hammer, or the broken look in Thorhac's eyes? He was her family, and if he needed the hammer to be his old self, then she would bring it to him. That's what you did, for family.
Pensive, she kept to the front of the group. She, admittedly, didn't know Biff all that well, but he seemed the fair and friendly sort. She doubted he'd do anything untoward towards Brazenclout.
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Username: *Shuffled Glassware*
*I'll skip this round*
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Username: Opiii
Crosp regarded Rorr with a nod, and then Verdi spoke. He followed up, focused on the warforged. As he spoke, he studied the strange mismatch of parts. "You studied in the Lyceum correct? You probably know your way around a tool set then. Rebuilding the port in its entirety would be a massive undertaking. But if you and your team could get even a small dock built, it'd be enough for a team of Dwarves to get over here. Alternatively, if Tyriki Anchorage is still intact, smaller boats can move smaller teams there." He paused a beat. "The two hangups there are the Lizardfolk who remain in the city, whether or not they'll remain hostile, and whether or not Aramag will allow anyone to pass close to port. Clearing that dam would go a long way in removing the lizardfolk's foothold. As for Aramag… He'll need convincing. And right now, he doesn't seem like he's open to reason." He nodded toward Lia, the elven healer, noting her pleas from before.
"The arcane transponder should be our first priority. I don't think I'll need help with it, but I'll need you and your team close so I can send my report to the Steading. They'll want details."
As Karn studied the rooftops, he found no signs of life lying in wait. It was hot, the sun was high, and the only movement he could see was the faint shimmering of heat mirages atop the squat buildings. Though many of the doors and windows had been broken into, most of the buildings were in decent shape.
Verdi looked the large reptile over, studying its features, he learned several details. Their scales were blunter and more grid-like than their plated cousins. They wore rudimentary belts made of leather and scale, in which were buckles and straps which could have holstered spears behind the back, or clubs at the hip. Upon the beast's left hip were several dangling baubles wrapped in roughly made twine- A bird's skull, a talon, and a rough natural crystal which had been polished to a keen shine.
Anatomically, Verdi spotted the markers that denoted its status as a female. When the Tiefling spoke up and asked the Lizardwoman a question in her mother tongue, the reptile inclined her head to turn one eye toward him. In draconic it was hard to tell if she was growling a threat, or clearing her throat. "Many ssstruggles in our landss, Soft Male. No Rotten meat attackss uss here. No Guardianss sshamble near our clutch." She side eyed the bear, then Rorr, lids lowering. "…Until thisss day." Her gaze turned toward Verdi again, lids low, tired. "…Blightfang promissed many gifts. Blightfang promissed fresh fish, many mealssss.. Blightfang promised safety to our clutch. Blightfang promisssed to ssstop devouring our maless." She inclined her head. "…Ssurvival is here."
Once again Bones had some comfortable silence to think. The action and activity minutes earlier had passed. The explosions, cries and cheers, were all gone. It was quiet and serene now as she passed through the streets she knew… But it was still unfamiliar. The plodding of feet, clopping of steel toes, and padding of heavy reptillian footsteps might have brought some balm to the ache. Nyanzaru was, even in this state, still somehow a melting pot.
Biff, for his part, guarded Brazenclout. As he held onto the hammer, it thrummed with warmth… Heat pulsing through his palm like a heartbeat.
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