Fantasy Stonequest! [RP]

[NeonFlow]

It was sunny when the world changed, it made the shadows cast by what was falling that much more visible. Islands falling from the sky... all across the country of Barrak animals went berserk in their cages, escaped if they could. But for many they were to late.

The vast plains and farmland outside the city of Dunwel is where the islands fell. The damage was devastating but ultimately not as bad as it could have been. Large bits of landmass withstanding of course... “the death toll is to be kept under hush, farms can be rebuilt...”
king Leo almost spat these words to his advisors...he knew this day could come all in Dunwel castle, maybe even Dunwel itself knew or had heard the most recent ramblings of the Human mage Shen Anigans...
“When The skies fall, a lizard king will conquer all.
Angels from the sky will need the help of those below,
Or darkness will consume all we know,”
King Leo ignored the man, now doubts weigh heavily in his mind. Without the mage to question all in the castle worry. It could be Shen Anigans unintelligible handwriting, people are beginning to panic.

Once recovering from the resulting earthquake of gaining a new mountain..

King Leo sent the full force of his army to surround the island, once both parties realised they spoke the same language. King Leo met with the chief of chlokoka, the chief knew he was outmatched in numbers and strength, flew down to surrender to the kings rule.

Three months had past rather quickly in Barrak, the guards patrolling the top of the wall could see the difference in the view everyday. The large island that had crash landed outside the city.
Even after falling out the heavens the island looked like a forested paradise.
The skyrace call it Chlokoka. The people and animals that live on chlokoka were straight out of a tall tale.
Angels! Beautiful Wings, gorgeous faces, magical beings...

In the last three months rumours had spread about sky islands falling, angels coming to earth.
And a massive new location near Barrak full of dangerous creatures and hidden treasures. Many adventurers had decided chlokoka was a new hotspot for glory. Many died climbing up the rocky base, only those with wings made it up safely. However that didn’t stop the tough and foolish from attempting to reach “heaven on aerth”

Some of the skyrace set up camps at the base of chlokoka, the beds were all full of injured travelers who fell from the climb. The Skyracers chief made it known to both his tribe and the kings men.
“You are welcome, but find your own way.”

Farr Hebit was just one of many who wanted to find a way up Chlokoka. He had scouted it before, looks difficult. Very difficult...
a climbing party or a set of wings was needed. Both ideas only made Farr scowl... suppose the ragged dragon is the next stop...
The ragged dragon is a fine establishment in Dunwel. Decent drinks well priced food, the most extraordinarily average hub for someone after a job, honest or otherwise...

Farr stayed out of people’s way as he moved quickly through the busy streets of Dunwel. Street rats yell at passerby’s advertising that a wood elf is offering work and pay.
Two Guards drag a caught thief in fresh chains... Farr almost felt sorry for the young kid. Can’t pity the slow I guess...
The ragged dragon is a two story building, a charming sign out the front and at the top.

Approaching the doorman who stood aside for a regular like young mr Hebit. Farr walked inside to buy a bottle of wine.
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( SheepKing Feli Computing Magus Rurnur SoraHikari AmethystRoze Steve Freeling
Each of you are in or arriving at the walled city of Dunwel, you have seen Chlokoka on the way and like all video game protagonists clever and sensible adventurers. Have decided to use your skills/motivation to get a job and or visit Chlokoka.

Feel free to voice minor Npc’s to move along your own story,
but guards, enemies, and named NPC’s will be voiced by me or someone I ask after I’ve given them a idea on said npc.)

 

[SoraHikari]

Kote had arrived at Dunwalls gates with a slight frown on his face but relief all the same. He had been travelling for quite some time now. Almost half a continent. It didn't take long to hear the tales of the Sky islands, the Angels and all other magnificent stories. Predominantly residing from more humble places in the world, the thought of new stories, new songs and new adventure excited him. He knew he had to go. So with his lute on his back and his sword on his hip, he had made his way to Dunwall.

He was no stranger to being alone, being thirsty or starved. He often didn't have any money either. The way he typically got his food was by playing in small inns, pubs and other establishments. The more common folk would typically buy him a drink, some food and their thanks for his music and stories. Those with heavier pockets would pay him in trinkets, favour or coin. Regardless of where he was, as long as he had his music, and audience, he'd be able to make his way into the world.

But it had been a long and quiet road since the last town he was to Dunwall. As such, he hadn't had much of an audience to play for. And after a rather unfortunate stroke of luck, he had lost all of his food in his travel sack to a curiously bold fox. Kote only got to see him eat the remainder of his dried fruit before he managed to shoo it away from his campsite.

Now that he was here though, things were bound to look up. Or so he had thought. He had heard the great walled city of Dunwall to be a true sight to see. But, it wasn't nearly as impressive as he had thought. The walls looked no different than any other Western kingdom he had come across. To top it off it was raining. He hated the rain and the cold. It made his fingers ache. It made it difficult to play. He needed a fire. A place to warm himself. Best place for that was always the local tavern.

He walked towards the gates approached one of the guards at the front.

"Excuse me," he said politely "Might you be able to point me in the direction of the nearest inn?"

 

[Rurnur]

"Hahah! Too dangerous? Where is your soul? Your spirit? This grand adventure has been dropped off on your doorstep, like a gift from the gods themselves! And not one of you wishes to claim the prize?" The brightly feathered beastkin shouted with great bravado amongst the tavern full of significantly less colorful characters. Completely oblivious to the various strange and possibly dangerous looks he was getting from the numerous patrons, Azal insisted on causing a scene after being instilled with immense wonder and curiosity, upon witnessing the recent catastrophic (or enthralling, from the dumb bird's perspective) events. In fact, being oblivious had become quite a habit of Azal's upon reaching the human kingdom. Of course, why would he bat an eye when being forced to pay a toll to enter the city? He was so wrapped up in the quest for adventure, that he probably wouldn't have even noticed if certain criminal forces were planning on capturing this "rare animal" and selling him off for a fortune in gold.

Azal had spent the last week or so within the country of Barrak, desperately attempting to put together a party capable of traversing the mysterious land of Chlokoka. However, it seemed most of the citizens of Dunwel weren't very willing to associate with him, not that Azal took any notice of this. Instead, he decided for himself that the humans of Dunwel simply had no adventurer's spirit. But he wouldn't give up, the bird was sure he'd eventually come across some folks that shared his enthusiasm.

"You're a bird ain't ya? Why don't ya fly up there yerself and quit botherin' us!" An older man grumbled from across the table at Azal, clearly growing tired of the usual atmosphere of the tavern being broken up by the beastkin's loud cackling and unusual manner of speech. Though of course, Azal was not the best judge of character, mood, tone, or anything really, and was less than able to detect the old man's aggressiveness. "Well.. I don't fly so well, not like those strangers from the sky!" He raised one of his arms, spreading out his flight feathers, far from capable of pulling his bulk off of the ground. "And besides, one must have an adventuring party for such a quest! To go it alone is unthinkable!" He chuckled and reached into a large pouch hanging from his belt, pulling out an enormous nut, about the size of a pineapple, with strange translucent orange veins running across the shell. Placing it inside his hooked beak, there was a sudden CRACK, akin to a man's entire head being split open with an axe, clearly putting the entire tavern on edge, just as a newcomer walked through the doors.

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: The Ragged Dragon
Mentions: None ((Open for interaction))

"Halt! Pay the toll or leave, scum. Five gold pieces, no more, no less."

The entrance was large, this entire city was. The architecture just from peering through the barred gates and the shoulders of the guards were remarkable for a remote-living person such as Udgirr. Anyway, the problem at hand was this rude-speaking person that prevents him from entering the gate. They even seem ready as they held their halberds at the ready. For ground people, they sure speak funny. It was their... accent. Yeah, definitely the way they say things are different despite understanding each other. They dress differently as well, colors admittedly darker and damp. It took a mean glare from the guard to realize he still needed to pay their demand. With considerable effort, Udgirr procured the five gold pieces and with a huff, the guard steps aside to let the hobgoblin in.

In the inside of the city, it was much more merrier. A collective amount of people look his way, and it was quite an unsettling scene. Udgirr endeavors to ignore their gaze and proceeds to find one of the public seclusion that houses food and drink. His seniors thought him plenty of the human world, with their limited knowledge, and know that most towns have at least one residence serves sustenance and even beds. Humans do share many things. The man needs to rest. This environment exhausts him, it was more peaceful in the woods on the way here, and much more nicer. Easier to breath in. Udgirr feels lighter now, as the breeze calms him, dissipating but never truly away. The hobgoblin then trudges on.

There it was, adorned with a sign and the large, noisy atmosphere can only mean this was the establishment he was looking for. Without knocking, Udgirr enters to find a boisterous crowd in the establishment. As expected, people mind their own businesses, talking among comrades and friends. Finding one table to keep to himself, Udgirr... then wasn't aware of what to do. What does he do now? Call for an attendant? It felt much better idling in the seats. Still, lethargy would stop him from continuing on his journey of exploring. This was a good time to think and recollect.

What was a good idea to explore first? Definitely the land that fell from the sky several moons ago. It was quite far, so resting in this place was better before he continues. He was short on supplies as well, and with his limited idea of what to expect from a civilized colony, will attempt to trade early tomorrow, then proceed to the place up north.

 

[sygnuss]

Drip, drip, drip.

The faucet rang like bell tolls. Drip, drip, drip. Too many drinks. Drip, drip, drip. "Why do I do this to myself?" He asked, as if he did not know.

Tyr shovels the last of his meal into his mouth, and pushes his plate across the damp, old, counter top. "Need a refill, old timer?" The tender had a warm voice. Friendly. Must be Evan.

"We both know I've had too many already, friend." Tyr looked longingly into his glass, as if he saw the world in it. "I'll be leaving soon. Thanks for the meal, Evan." He shifted his look to the human, who smiled and nodded in acceptance. "You're always welcome here, ambassador." Tyr scoffed at the label, as if he felt he did not deserve any formalities. "You know i don't like titles."

Evan shrugged in response. "Have a good night Tyr." Already leaving his chair as he waved farewell. Evan noticed a few gold pieces on the table, and procured them while grinning.

Tyr's senses were fooling him as he sauntered to the exit. Making glances around the room he notices some interesting characters, though he cannot define their features thanks to all the poison he just took in. A particular figure took his notice. Large. Quite large, and toned. A white vest, worn furs. Curious. The liquid courage took Tyr by surprise, as he was now approaching what he now realizes is a hobgoblin. Unsure as to whether the being is friendly, Tyr waits for him to meet his glance before saying hello.

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: The Ragged Dragon
Mentions: Tyr (( sygnuss ))

A breeze that slowly swirls around Udgirr subconsciously calms the hobgoblin of an unexplained stress of being in a civilized location, as he blankly scrutinizes among the customers of the establishment, many having had a few too many drinks and shamelessly shouting or immaturely joking probably of something inappropriate, but otherwise it was as calm as it could get on such locations. Udgirr felt snug on his seat, before being approached kindly by a short, stout person. Aren't these the people they call dwarves? Their height is unmistakable, and that beard is easily majestic enough that only a dwarf could own. Anyhow, they seem keen on conversing, and their was this trepidation that insists Udgirr should start off the introductions. Nodding his head slightly at the dwarf's direction, Udgirr takes the initiative.

"Greetings, may I know what you need? Take a seat if you need to." Udgirr said in a predictably deep voice, but it has been a while since he had to vocalize his thoughts, and had to clear his throat midway through his acknowledgement. Udgirr had to ask, for he had little experience with predicting a dwarf's intentions, especially those that appears they have been intoxicated by liquor. Their stern face almost seems harsh, but the breeze around Udgirr maintains its warmth, a good sign that this wouldn't turn ugly at the slightest moment.

 

[sygnuss]

Tyr belted a grin from ear to ear, and stuck out his arm for a hand shake. "My name is Tyr, and I insist on meeting every unique face I see. Something about you caught my interest, though I have yet to know what it is." Tyr laughed and was bobbing back and forth from the drink. "I'm in town on special business and truth be told, I may need some muscle, say you're the type for an adventure." The dwarf's accent ((scottish)) was more exaggerated after a few drinks, and he fiddled with the gold rings in his beard as he leaned on the side of the goblins table.

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: The Ragged Dragon
Mentions: Tyr (( sygnuss ))

Udgirr returns the gesture, and shook their hand in return. An excellent first few steps after descending down the mountains, meeting one of the civilized for a brief time. The dwarf called himself Tyr, saying something about sensing something about Udgirr's presence that piqued their interest. Udgirr would assume it meant his association with the winds, but it could also very well mean something else.

"Glad to know. I'm named to Udgirr, pleased to meet ya'." Udgirr replies, and sits by to listen to the dwarfs inquiries. They were such a grand looking person, brighter than anyone around the room, probably. Except for that one exuberant beastkin in the room. Were they indeed in such a demanding errand that it requires a person such as Tyr to accomplish such tasks? Udgirr sure would like to know, but it's best to listen on what he wants to convey for now.

"I believe you are asking for help in your task? What might that be? I'd join you if it meets my own interests." Udgirr returns, now eager to learn more of this dwarf's story. That last statement Tyr said was very much intense in their own accent that Udgirr didn't catch what he said, only a faze of hearing the words "adventure" and "in need of muscle", but the intention could only mean recruitment. Probably.

 

[NeonFlow]

He walked towards the gates approached one of the guards at the front.

"Excuse me," he said politely "Might you be able to point me in the direction of the nearest inn?"

————— the place, Dunwel’s front gate. 11:45 am

The guard Kote approaches took off her helmet to meet the red heads face.
“By the heavens, your missing your wings!”
Before the woman could go on flirting the second guard at the gate interrupted.

“Stop with the swooning Mary... hey flamehair,
The ragged dragon is close to the markets, follow the main road to the well and turn left, pigskin is a bit further to the right but the food is amazing” the male guard sounded friendly but also somewhat irritated as he led Kote into the gate and pointed the directions out.
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————— the ragged dragon
Rurnur sygnuss Computing Magus

Farr couldn’t help but notice a tall imposing figure who had just cracked a nut with his beak. He seemed to be having fun. As Farr approached the bar, the man serving drinks filled him in.
“Big bird there is named Azal, been ‘ere dunno how long talking bout that damn island..”

Farr dropped some coin as he took a bottle of red wine, glancing at the character Aurther mentions.
“Royalty ‘ere today as well” aurther chuckled as he took the coin, gesturing to the dwarf and hobgoblin. “He’s off to see king Leo I guess.”

Farr looked at the three intriguing sorts with uninterested eyes.
that’s the tallest goblin I’ve ever seen... dwarf must be the royal with gold in his beard...
Big bird seems most dangerous at a glance.
Azal didn’t notice but the more drunk and irritated had Stood up to stare at the beastkin.
Aurther was quick to stop unnecessary violence. With a sharp whistle the large man standing in the corner escorted two drunks outside.

Farr took the awkward silence to approach the tallest in the room. Looking up into Azal’s beak, with as much life as Farr could bring to his cold dead eyes he said.
“Hail friend, you’re interested in the island I heard”

 

[sygnuss]

Location: The Ragged Dragon
Computing Magus

The grand dwarf continued to grin as the hobgoblin's interest was captured. "Inside a mountain a few miles from here, theres a large cave that contains a dragons hoard. Now, you might look at me and think, why would you need muscle? Let me tell you," Tyr flourished a small jewel that was pinned to his clothing, otherwise hidden by his armor. "Now you may have guessed that I am an Eriksson, which would make me dwarf royalty. What you might not have guessed is that I'm a pacifist." Tyr drew his sword, which was 3/4 his height, and placed it on the table. "This blade will never draw blood again." He grimaced having said the words out loud, as if hiding a deep shame, and perhaps stared into the distance a few moments too long before looking back up at Udgirr and saying, "A quarter of the treasure will be yours should you help me complete my mission."

 

[SoraHikari]

NeonFlow

At the guards sudden complement of him, Kote couldn't help but blush a little bit and smile sheepishly.
"Your words are much too kind," he said looking away bashfully. He was never particularly good with women that tried to actively pursue him. He often felt as if he wasn't in control when that happened. Things were much simpler when he tried to woo a fair maiden, she would flirt slyly or outright reject him and then he'd be on his merry way. Simple. He preferred things that way. He looked at the girl that complimented him. She was quite pretty herself in all honesty, even with the mess of hair on her head due to the helmet she was wearing.

The other guard then spoke, the mention of his hair earned him a smile. It wasn't said in a derogatory way. More of a sign of familiarity. He nodded at the information as he passed through the gate.
"Thank you," he said bowing his head in appreciation. "At the end of your shift, come find me in The Ragged Dragon. I think I'll head there first. I'll dedicate a song to the both of you." He then turned his eyes back to the girl that complimented him.
"And a special song for you my sweet night dove," he said with a wink and a smirk.

With that, he departed from the gate and made his way down the main road towards The Ragged Dragon. As he walked, he took in the sight of Dunwall from the inside. Now this was the city he had heard about it. Amazing buildings, beautiful looking store fronts, wonderful plants and gardens all around the homes. It was truly as if he had just walked into the setting of a story. He followed the directions the second guard had given him and before long he found himself in front of the tavern.

It was a quaint pub. From the noise inside there was quite a lot of people in there already.
'Perfect' he thought to himself. Nothing got him more excited than the anticipation of an audience waiting to be dazzled.

He walked in, head held high and a bright smile on his face. He drew some eyes but was otherwise ignored. He made his way straight to the bar. There was someone he needed to speak to. He found a worker behind the bar, assumed he was the owner and approached him.

"Bar keep," he said enthusiastically. "Might I trouble you for a hot meal, a drink and some lodgings for the night? In exchange I offer to you my musical services as entertainment for your fine establishment." He asked. His fingers fiddling with the Master Musician Crest hanging around his neck.

 

[Rurnur]

As sharp fragments of the nut's shell fired off from beneath Azal's beak, the bird tilted his head back and began to force the nutrient-rich nut down his gullet, unbeknownst to the situation he had carelessly exacerbated. Upon finally swallowing the prize, the bird lowered his head once again and let out a squawk and a hiccup, wiping a few drops of glimmering juice from his beak before meeting the man's similarly green eyes. "Hoho! You're planning a journey to this land as well? Then, of course you may accompany me, Azal Nara!" He cackled and wrapped his feathered arm around his new companion's shoulders and pulled him in close, his eagerness eclipsing any sense of restraint and wariness that the bird may have had. The beastkin blinked a few times and leaned his head in uncomfortably close to Farr's, turning his head several times in order to allow both his eyes a good look at him. Naturally, the bird's eyes focused in on the assortment of shiny metal blades dotted across his person, and immediately came to the conclusion that he was a powerful human knight, master of all manner of blades. Slowly nodding his head, Azal's eyes closed slightly to show his approval over the situation.

"Hmm, now while this is a good start.. we're going to need more bodies for such an adventure! Perhaps.. an Elven Priest? a Dwarven Ranger? or even a bard!? Hahah! That would certainly fill out our ranks nicely.." Azal gave a low chuckle, as his long, strange appendage of a tongue darted out from beneath his beak, cleaning his feathers briefly. "You wouldn't happen to know of any.. other.. brave adventurers, who would do well to accompany us, would you..?" He said, tilting his head at an unnatural angle. "Sir.. what was it again?" NeonFlow

 

[NeonFlow]

—— location is the R.D tavern still.
SoraHikari
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Aurther the barkeep leaned in closer to inspect the pendant Kote showed off. “Aye, you must be that boy who won the elves competition thing in the West” Aurther looked Kote over again before shrugging with a smile
“rooms are upstairs, I’ll have Thaddeus in the corner there escort you up now if you like, hot food will be a while but I can give you some tea that’s still warm”
——-
Rurnur
Farr forced a chuckle and backed out of the early embrace, trying not to seem on edge with Azal’s bird eyes in his face.
Farr noticed his cloak was turned over on one side, exposing his weapons to any who were in view.
Farr coughed as he adjusted his clothes. I can’t believe I’ve been walking around with my blades out... ah, big bird asked for a name.

“Mr Farr my friend” the young man extended a hand in greeting ready to grip firmly, expecting this beastie to be as strong as he arm weighed.
“Azal, I heard Azal” he confirmed trying to sound friendly.
“I have friends who wish to know what’s up there, an so I’m sent to find a way” Farr casually left out details but ultimately told the truth.

The mention of a elf priest brought up bad memories for mr Hebit who quickly changed the subject. “Have you met any elves in town? I know of one who I need to visit, might help said journey.”

 

[Rurnur]

"Farr!" Azal squawked loudly and wrapped his feathered hand around his acquaintances, pulling it up and down enthusiastically. The bird was fast to make friends, logically, as he simply had to live his entire life in the fast lane, it was in his nature. An avian beastkin like him was so very full of life, and full of power. However, the downside was the massive energy requirements needed for such a body. Downtime wasn't an option for Azal, as the mere beating of his heart was already a huge challenge for his body, needing to constantly eat and make efficient use of his time and energy was absolutely essential. So, detours and preparations definitely weren't on Azal's agenda, however he wasn't one to refuse a friend, as long as he kept moving, he would be satisfied in one way or another.

"Elves in town?" The bird repeated to himself, imitating Farr's voice exactly, with only a slight raspy undertone that revealed it's true nature. Azal knew a little bit about most races, though he certainly wasn't an expert on different varieties of Elves. He shook his head, before pushing himself up from the table and gazing around the room. Blinking rapidly, he cocked his head towards a pair of unusual individuals, what appeared to be a dwarf, and a green person whose race he was unfamiliar with. "Very well! We will find this friend of yours, in preparation for our journey to the land of Chlokoka!" Azal announced triumphantly, making sure that the entire tavern knew every detail of their plans.

NeonFlow SoraHikari sygnuss Computing Magus

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: The Ragged Dragon
Mentions: Tyr (( sygnuss ))

If it wasn't for the sudden reprisal after the almost somber pause, Udgirr could have cozied up to what could have probably been a depressing tale of Tyr and a solemn story of a sword, but they return to their discussion of an offer to travel towards a cave. However, the destination they happen to need to go to probably would conflict with Udgirr's own travels. A treasure to allow Udgirr a smooth sail in his exploration would be beneficial, but the talk of caves and dragons aren't his tasa of chaa. Neither is a different direction. However, Udgirr wasn't keen on outright denying Tyr.

"Forgive me, but my own destination requires me to leave for Chlokoka, the fallen island. However, if your journey is short, I believe I can assist you. With these conditions, or if you prefer to join me to the fallen island, I'd be happy to help." Udgirr replies. Not to pressure Tyr, but at least he's given a choice.

 

[sygnuss]

Location: TRD
Mentions: Computing Magus Rurnur

Tyr smiled warmly and said, "I'm glad to have made your acquaintance but I wish to trouble you not. Had I not urgent matters with King Leo I would nay even be in this town, and already on me quest. I feel my rocky story will yet be told, but for now, I wish you farewell." He followed his words by reclaiming his sword and sheathing it.

Around this time a large beastkin was speaking in Tyr's direction.

"Very well! We will find this friend of yours, in preparation for our journey to the land of Chlokoka!"

Had he not such a keen ear he may not have even heard it, never the less, he heard a familiar place being spoken of: Chlokoka. He immediately spins around to reapproach Udgirr, and says, "Mayhaps I will join you. That Beastkin over there was speaking of making a similar journey, do we fancy a sailing party?" He questioned, still beaming a smile almost too sincere, and giddy at the idea of teaming up with another odd being such as himself.

 

[SoraHikari]

"I am indeed," Kote said with a fond smile. It felt good having people know about that particular feat. Warriors and adventurers were often told about in story and song for their valour in battle or bravery in adversity. But no one spoke about the Minstrels and Bards. Only the Bards and the Minstrels themselves ever did that. So having a tavern owner, especially one so out of the way who knew what he had accomplished was something that made him swell in pride. The elves were known to the race that resonated stronger with the arts. Their voices, their songs, their paintings and and pictures. Everything about them spoke grace and elegance. So when a lowly little lowborn human strolled in and blew the other competitors out of the water, he became a bit of a legend amongst the elves. Another story to add to the grand tale of Kote: The Bard of Fire.

Kote gave an earnest and appreciative nod when the man agreed to his offer.
"Thank you," he politely said turning to the man the barkeep referred to. "If you wouldn't mind good sir, I'd appreciate your direction."
Kote then looked back at the barkeep.
"There's no rush for the food," he reassured the man "but I would most certainly like to take your offer up for tea. Or ale if you have any. Nothing quite beats an ale in a tavern," he said chuckling a little.
"I'll be back in a moment once I'm settled to play."

And with that, he followed Thaddeus up to one of the rooms. It wasn't anything fancy. Exactly what you'd expect in a tavern that frequented travellers. There was a soft looking bed with some thick looking blankets. A lone dresser and a cupboard for storage for patrons that had planned for an extended stay. He thanked Thaddeus, slipping him a small copper coin he had in his pocket. Kote then closed the door behind him and started putting his unburdening himself of his belongings. He placed Folly within the cupboard along with his travel sack. His cloak, lay folded in the dresser at the other side of the room. The only thing he didn't put away was his lute. His lute that lay on his bed. Kote went to the window and opened it. A rush of cold evening air rushed in. The bite of the winter wind hit him for just a moment but afterwards, it calmed and steadied. Kote took a deep breath in and exhaled with a sigh. He smiled. It felt good to be off the road.

He closed the window and turned back around. Picking up his lute, he made his way back down to the main dining area. His fingers were itching to play.

He found a table by by the centre hearth and looked around the room. First rule of a musician was to assess the audience. Listen in on to the conversation, see the atmosphere and determine the music that would best ought to accompany it. He listened in and spotted a couple of interesting characters. A large Beastkin, the feathered kind. An eccentric and excitable seeming fellow. He stood chatting with a human that looked to appear in his mid twenties. There was also a large hobgoblin chatting away to a burly looking dwarf. One of some form of nobility. There were other in the tavern too. Some of mention, most not so. But all in all everyone had the same thing on their lips. The sky islands.

Having decided on the song he wanted to sing, he realized he was in the wrong side of the bar. There was no one here. No one to draw attention to. He couldn't have that. Instead he opted to move towards the blue feathered Beastkin and the human. He heard them discussing the Sky Island quite enthusiastically so chose to engage with them. The song he had in mind would be better around folk curious about it anyway.

"Excuse me gentlemen," Kote said politely. "Would you be bothered if I sat beside you and play a song or two? The other side of the inn is terribly lonely."

 

[Computing Magus]

Location: The Ragged Dragon
Mentions: Tyr (( sygnuss ))

Udgirr takes it upon himself to look upon the other patrons in more detail, looking up and down the fellow who has excessively cheerfully expressed their want of travelling to Chlokoka as well. A beastkin, the avian kind. It was an understatement that the person was scintillating, probably on the troubled minds of most of the customers, one could undeniably learn of their life story by just staying in this establishment. Accompanied by that beastkin was a brown haired lad, probably just as old as him. They are acquainted with the beastkin, probably through a shared interest in Chlokoka. Udgirr returns to listen unto Tyr's proposal, a different plan than what he had earlier that could ensure that Udgirr cooperates. However...

"I'm quite happy to know you can join me and quite possibly them to our adventure, but are you sure you can drop your duty to the treasure-hoarded cave like that? Not to pressure you into my own intrigues. If it was of a personal curiosity that harms no one else, it's fine. If you did come to such a decision... then you weren't planning your travel to achieve the needs of somebody..." Udgirr said, slowly trailing off the last sentence as he thinks of the situation of bringing the inebriate dwarf along, and their decision of suddenly choosing to join them to Chlokoka. They did mention a person called King Leo. A king... was that a very powerful position amongst the civilized races? Udgirr was unsure, but this king was enough to allow Tyr a quest towards their own. There was a passing thought of an ulterior, sinister motive in the dwarf's part of switching destinations, created in a thought of self-preservation, but Udgirr believes he can trust Tyr even without credibility for now, and dismisses such ill opinions of a new acquaintance.

"... I believe it is settled, if you think so as well. We can join them since we would be heading in the exact location anyway, so, er, may you please call them over? I'm afraid I'm not sure how to call attention without affecting the mood of this building." Udgirr says, quite glad they've come to conclude to a shared interest.

 

[NeonFlow]

—- at TRD the place to be!
SoraHikari Computing Magus Rurnur sygnuss
A bottle of red wine was almost wasted, but Farr Hebit never wasted anything. And he suppressed his surprise and choked down the rest of his bottle... Immediately curious as Azal almost copied him in a instant. Just like a real parrot...
a smile formed across Farr’s face, Azal’s nature in general seemed so happy and straight forward that it was refreshing to the young man.
As Azal announces to the entire room farr’s smile shrinks back to its normal bored position.
Suppose stealth isn’t his strong suit. Still.. if he can mimic any sound? That will definitely come in handy...

It was as Farr was about to leave a bard approached them and asked to sit.
“It’s a friendly place” he chuckles back to the smooth red head before covering his mouth with his arm to cough.
“If you’re lonely on that side I’d say it’s you, not the room firebrand...” Farr smirked before giving a light shove to the handsome fuck.
“You can play a song friend I’m just having a laugh” Farr placed his empty bottle on the nearest table before taking a peek at Kote’s instrument
“That’s four strings isn’t it” He asked with genuine interest with a nod toward kote’s lute.

 

[SoraHikari]

Kote frowned slightly at the rather crude statement but smiled fondly after a light shove and the man telling him that he had only been teasing.
"Perhaps it is me," he said shrugging. "I've been on the road for a while. Haven't had an opportunity to bathe yet. I honestly probably smell quite horribly." He then sent the human male a sideways glance and a cheeky smirk.
"Then again, I still think I smell better than you at the moment. You reek of alcohol good sir. Perhaps, I ought to play a lullaby and have your mother tuck you in."
He had gotten into bar fights for weaker insults than that. But there was something about this man that told him he had was no stranger to a little bit of banter. That eased him a little bit.

"Eight actually," he corrected not even looking at the man. Being granted permission to play, he had started adjusting the spokes at the end of the lute to tune it. He played a couple of experimental notes until he was satisfied. He looked at the man again and then smiled.
"Do you play much yourself?'

Before he had even realised, his hands had already started playing the slow melody of The Widows Wail of Willington. His fingers glided easily over the strings, like longtime lovers meeting up again and holding each other in a familiar embrace. It was a lyricless song. One with a slow tempo and a soothing soul to it. This was one of the songs he had played so many times that he needn't spare any concentration on what his hands were doing. This song came as naturally as walking to the bard. It was a good starting song to the night. It was enough to slowly announce that a musician had arrived but not strong enough to catch everyone's attention straight away, which he was thankful for. The two he was currently sitting next to seemed interesting enough.

"The names Kote," Kote said politely.
"I'd shake your hand but..." he said looking down at his hands.

 

[Rurnur]

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The large bird let out a yawn, his beak opening as wide as it could before he slumped down once again in his seat with a slam and crack of splintering wood. However, it wasn't long before Azal's eyes brightened up again at the arrival of another young man equipped with a lute. The cogs in his head quickly began to turn, as the bird came to the conclusion that the only reason this bard could possibly be here was to join them on their adventure, providing the party with joyous music to bolster their spirits. Azal had always been fond of music, not necessarily a musician himself, but rhythm and song were integral to his tribe's culture.

"Ahah! Our bard has arrived! I knew it Sir Farr, the humans of this land are not lacking in adventurous spirit after all!" He announced enthusiastically, smacking Farr on the back with a loud squawk in an attempt to engage in the same playful behavior these humans seemed to be fond of. However, the bird's inhuman strength threatened to send the man tumbling to the tavern floor. Now with his feathered arm hanging over Farr's shoulders, the bird bobbed his head along far too energetically to Kote's subdued melody.

 

[NeonFlow]

SoraHikari
Rurnur
Still at that bar. 12:20 pm
———
Farr’s face remained blank as the bard made reference to mother Hebit...

(Dramatic DC backstory...
Farr could still remember her kind smile as she tucked him in. But more vivid than that, he could see the blood drip from her lips, still forcing that kind smile... “run Farr.... escape...”
no one should see their mothers murder. Rage rushed through Farr as he felt the pain and loss he did as a young child. I’m still a young child.)

Family jokes Ay? Cheeky red—
It was Azal who brought Farr back to the present with a slap on the back. Stepping forward to brace himself he looked at the bard fiddling away still making small talk.
Eight strings? I could play that...
“I treat music like your sister, I play when I have the time”
Ha,
“If I have the time I’ll bring it here and show you... my instrument I mean. Not your sister.”
Haha Ok ok... I should leave the kid alone, he’s even introduced himself.

Azal was now leaning on Farr cocking his head out of rhythm. Farr chuckled again, must have been feeling a bit of a buzz as these interactions seemed decent. Hell even firebrand’s lute skill isn’t bad.

“As my friend stated my name is Farr, and if titles must be used I guess sir is appropriate.” Farr says with half a smile.
“Azal here wishes to see chlokoka, we intend to work together to reach it...”
Farr stifled a laugh and took a moment before continuing.

“you should come along and record the quest, a song about us would definitely be a crowd pleaser”

Farr could contain his laughter but not his smirk from becoming a smile as he imagined it.
It was Farr and Azal climbing up the mountain,
Making blood spray from their enemies like a fountain
Farr shouted eat shit Azal repeats it as well
Cause the bird can copy sounds quite swell

 

[Steve Freeling]

It had been nearly a week since the young man named Stephen Freeling left his home in the valley of Lenovo that sat west of Barrak. He still remembered it clearly. How the men had burst into his house before viciously and remorselessly murdering his father Ezekiel "Zeek" Freeling, who had been the mayor of Lenovo, while he was asleep. He remembered how they had sliced and diced him with their swords and daggers, the elder Freeling's limbs strewn across his bedroom. That was the scene that had played out in front of him when he'd come home from his work guarding one of the children in the valley. The gore and death that happened that night would most likely be etched into Stephen's subconscious for the rest of his life. He also remembered how he'd taken the lives of his father's murderers by running them through with the sword. "How... could... you?!" Stephen had bellowed in rage before cutting down every last man who'd murdered his father. This was what led to his being banned from his home. He could never go back home now because of that. It had frightened him; he'd never thought his rage could drive him to kill. The crystal he now wore around his neck, covered by his clothing, had been his father's, the last thing he left behind that was found in the wreckage. It wasn't long before he found himself drawn out of his thoughts by a voice.

"Huh?"

Are they Skyracers? The wise women in the valley talked about them a lot. He sized up the island. I could probably climb that. I climbed the mountains in the valley all the time. He turned back towards Dunwel, thinking it might be a good idea to get some food or at least a drink. He'd come on foot, only stopping to sleep. His people had turned him out with only what little equipment he already had with him, meaning the clothes on his back, a sword and his father's life savings with no food or water; he was amazed he'd survived the trip at all. I can't wait to meet some Skyracers. They must be so interesting. Stephen was well-known back in the valley for the fact that he bore no ill will or jealousy towards any of the other races. This put him at odds with those more prejudiced than himself, but he didn't care about any of that; a bigot simply wasn't the way to be. Pretty soon, he happened upon a bar named the Ragged Dragon and walked in before ordering and then paying for a lager and a meal. Stephen then seated himself at a table and thought about everything that had happened within the week.

 

[SoraHikari]

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Kote gave a sidewards glance at the rather energetic bird and a half hearted smile as well. The bird-man (man-bird?) was a bit much. Kote had no idea what the bird had meant about "the bard arriving". But, Kote wasn't going to say anything about him. If anything, more people ought to be like him. Boisterous and life-filled. The world had fallen to a sombre sound. Many people viewed the world as a place that was currently grey, bleak and unchanging. That's why he loved playing for people. Because for at least a moment, perhaps even a whole evening, he got to make people feel some wonder, some happiness and a bit of life. He loved the emotion he brought to people. That's what he lived for. That and to tell the tale of some incredible adventures.

Kote flinched at the rather large slap the birdman gave the fellow that had first addressed him. It honestly looked like it had hurt, or at least should've. But the other man remained impassive and casual as if nothing had happened at all. Kote raised a curious eyebrow. The man that had now been introduced as Farr by the blue manbird, made another little jab at him.

“I treat music like your sister, I play when I have the time”

A bittersweet smile flashed upon his face, his eyes shifting back to his lute. Sour thoughts and memories flashed in his head of a time long past.

"So never then?" Kote said looking at Farr, his smile never leaving his face. "See I don't have a sister. I'm an orphan sir,"

He gave a light, sincere chuckle. "But let's not dwell on sad things," he said. His fingers shifting again, now changing the tune to something more spirited, with a faster tempo and a brighter sense of rhythm. Another lyricless song and one his fingers could dance to without his need for extra effort. This song had started to draw some eyes to him now. Kote noticed some peoples feet tapping, glasses swinging and smiles on peoples faces. Yes, it was nearly time. His audience was nearly warm. He'd play a proper song soon.

At the mention of the man bringing his instrument, Kote instantly brightened.

"Oh, would you?" he exclaimed excitedly. "What is it? What do you play? A string instrument perhaps? Or maybe a woodwind? You don't look like much of a percussionist. No, no. Your fingers are wonderfully slender. Yes, yes. It must be a string. What kind? Is it something exotic?" Kote realised he had suddenly peppered the man with a lot of questions and flushed in embarrassment. However, his fingers never stumbled and the song played on easy and even.
"S-Sorry," he stuttered. "I tend to get a bit excited about music." He took a deep breath and calmed down a little. "What I mean to say is, I'd be honoured to perhaps play a duet with you sometime if you'd be interested," he said smiling warmly.

He was a little startled at the offer of an invitation to go on a journey. It had been a while since he has last travelled with a group. And never with one as ambitious as their goal. But then again, this might be one amazing adventure.
"Oh, goodness" he started "that sounds fantastic! Well, I wanted to make my way up that way as well anyhow, hear the stories and write some songs. Perhaps partnering with the both of you might allow me to do just that." he said.
"When do the two of you plan on departing?"

 

[SCSaya06]

A slight rain had forced the mountain elf to take shelter inside the Ragged Dragon. She had wandered in from the rooftop, having elected to postpone heading inside as the boisterous sounds are straining for her sensitive ears. A large voice was booming earlier, speaking of adventure and spirit while the crowd scoffed at the idea. Both were voicing their opinions rather loudly. As such, it was quite a relief to enter just as the commotion had died down while a soothing melody played on strings wafted from the counter.

"I think I'll just take out the middle man..." Yukina recalls telling a hooded figure she had spoken to earlier in the day. She had come down from the mountains to procure some medicine for her sister. A disease from a foreign land. Just what they needed. Probably acquired from that suspicious trader who just couldn't stop rubbing his hands around her sister's shoulders as they made the deal. Elves generally live longer than other races. As such, their symptoms take a long time to show up as well. Her sister was now kept in isolation, out of fear that she spreads the disease and wipes out what's left of their dwindling community. They have accepted their fate to fade away--they just didn't intend to fade out with blackened tongues and high temperatures. A laughing stock to those who manage to discover the remains of their quiet civilization five to seven hundred years from now.

The offer was quite lucrative. A pot of medicine concocted by the high elves in exchange for information. Information regarding the fallen island. Even with her desperate need, the snow elf had been a bit of a snob. The job seemed to be too much of a bother for a very measly reward. She might as well just sneak into the apothecary and steal the vial for herself--if she can find it. Threatening the man would be easy but she was an outsider with no grasp on how the rules of Dunwel work. All she could really do was decline.

"How about a vial of the medicine and a satchel of gold?" The man had increased the offer. Yukina could tell that it was an elf underneath the cloak; she could smell him. So he can probably conjure up something himself--an 'all-seeing spell' or something. Not that the snow elf knew how spells work. She hadn't seen one in action for a very long time. This elf was probably just lazy. Or maybe there was something in there that spooked even a conjurer like him?

"It's not as if I'm asking you to slay a monster or steal a chest. All you need to do is look around the place a bit. Just with that, you'll get your medicine and your gold."

"Excuse me--" Yukina drops a couple of gold coins on the counter. She had decided to accept the offer after all--with some downpayment straight from that mage's wallet. "--I'll have some bread and a glass of wine please." She voices her order. Right next to her was the birdman with the loud voice and two humans; one playing strings. The melody was quite soothing to the ears. Feeling relaxed, she closes her eyes, listening attentively to the rise and fall of the string's rhythm.