Flight of the Iron Star

[TheCountAlucard]

It was a hot, humid day in the city of Endena. The city air was warm and sticky, and despite the heavy gray clouds overhead, it utterly refused to rain that day. Commoners and laborers wished in vain for a cool breeze as they walked the city streets, sweat staining their clothes.

[Stycotl]

Eroxon leaves the fletcher with a quiver full of new arrows and pauses in the street, eyes wandering lazily over the small crowds of vendors, shoppers, and cutthroats.

A slow, raspy sigh escapes his throat and he begins walking, searching for his group.

[Tar Palantir]

Calamar Ordrien

Calamar concludes a rather vehement argument with a dwarven swith on the quality of his family armor just as Eroxon wanders past. Bowing respectfully to the aged dwarf, despite their dispute, he hurries to catch up to the lizardfolk. He calls out, "Eroxon! Find anything? I picked up a new lute to replace the one we lost at the gnoll camp. What's say we break her in?" Without waiting for a response, he whips out a finely crafted lute and begins to play:

Oh, we face foes with swords and bows,
Who'll make us dead or sicker.
But never fear, 'cause Roxy here
Can shoot them dead much quicker!

He finishes with a bow and flourish to the small crowd gathered, refusing any offered coin.

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[Storm Bringer]

"Not so much breaking in the lute as breaking my eardrums. Did you bother to check the tuning of that thing?"

Calamar turned to see Fae approaching form behind

"anyway, I'd finished my bisness here, so where are we off to?"

[Stycotl]

Exoron grins devilishly as his companion breaks out in song, still wondering at this human penchant for... music. About the closest that lizardfolk came to that was their hissing, screaming challenges of dominance, and their bellowing mating calls.

[TheCountAlucard]

Although few were impressed by his little performance, a handful of peasants had slowed or stopped to listen. Now that the free show was over, the commoners began to lose interest in the group.

[Stycotl]

Eroxon looks about, "Why, Calamar, no one even bothered to stay and heckle you."

[GimliFett]

Tryxtyxlyn

"Ah'd be askin' fer mah moaney back, mon!" the group hears as a stout goblin approaches the assembling group. "Ah leave yoo alohn fer an o-wah an' yoo go an' assault da people, mon! Pshaw!" The dreadlocked goblin grins as he stops within arm's reach of the others. Tryx smacks his darkwood shield against his new copper-tinged breastplate as greeting.

[Storm Bringer]

"Ah, Trix...tyrx...tryz..." Fae began, failing to get Tryxtyxlyn's name right (agian. While Fae posscessed many talents, correct pronouncitation of Goblin was not among them.).
"You've arrived. good. are we all set, then?"

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I am reminded of red dwarf, where Lister complains that is going to have to marry a alien with a name that sounds like a footballer clearing his nose.

nothing personal, fett. I just genuinely havn't got a clue how one would actually pronouce that name. And, I'm sorry to say, the jamaican accent leaves me thinking of Wakka form FF10.

[GimliFett]

Tryxtyxlyn

With an exaggerated sigh, the goblin looks up at Fae and winks. "'Ow manee times Ah got ta tell yoo it's T'riks!" He flips his tongue as the 'T' and 'R' blend together, a little quicker and more distinctly than when one says 'tree'. "Ah be reddy, mon. But wot we doin'?"

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No worries. It's all good.
I played FF10 for about 30 minutes before getting sick of it.
Pronunciation: tricks TICKS lyn; emphasis on second syllable.

[Storm Bringer]

"one more time, my goblinoid friend. As Always, one more time"

[Tar Palantir]

Calamar

Calamar makes an attempt to save face after his pitiful performance. "It's a new lute," he posters. "Wasn't properly tuned. Nothing I can do about it now but fix it, and hope for better luck next time." He makes a few adjustments, then stores the instrument in his pack.

[GimliFett]

Tryxtyxlyn

"'Course it was da lute, mon! We know betta dan dat!" Tryx winks at the bard. "So deed anywan get a leed on owah next bit ov bizness, mon?"

[Storm Bringer]

"While I am aware that it can be a challenge to differenitate between genders of races different than your own, I feel i must point out that thier is only one 'man' in this party, that being the Right Honerable Calamar Ordrien. the rest of us are, repectivly, A WOman, a Liziard-folk, and a goblin. Once again, I implore you to choose a more acommodating word than 'mon' " Dispite the words, Fae's tone was light, and her face was smirk as she re-hashed a long standing compliant that had long lost it's bite.


[ooc]: I'm not digging you for the choice of accent, I'n just having fun, gimli. Do tell if it goes to far. [/ooc]

[Stycotl]

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ad-libbing here, if that's all right.

"Calamar and I spent some time asking around for new contracts. There are some interesting rumors, but nothing firm yet. We might have to stay over another night if nothing sparks our interest before then."

Eroxon's voice is raspy and dry, easily mistaken as menacing or hostile to those not accustomed to his mannerisms. But his words are well-formed and clear, the product of many years of on-location study in different lands.

[Tar Palantir]

Calamar

Calamar nods, and begins to elaborate, "Yeah, we...wait, look at that." He points down the street, about 150 feet away, at a covered wagon pushing through the crowd. "Let's try and get a closer look," he says, before moving along the edge of the street towards the wagon.

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You guys can retry your Spot checks with a +4 bonus now. Hopefully then you'll notice the large object I pointed out to you .

[Storm Bringer]

(1d20+7)[27]
Fae looked down the street at the cart. her brow furrowed slightly as it was pointed out.


edit: i missed the +4 out of my roll. the result is actaully 31

[GimliFett]

Tryx

The goblin looks in the direction Calamar had indicated.

Spot - (1d20+4)[12]
((OOC: Remember that TheCountAlucard has issues with spoiler tags, y'all! Just flared up in my mighty brain!))

[Stycotl]

(ooc-for count: i had said in my last post, in the spoiler, that i was ad-libbing a bit. sap my hand if you want me to stop at any time.

new spot check: (1d20+8)[22])

Eroxon's eyes turn in the direction of Calamar's pointing, slightly irritated at first that they were going to gawk at a wagon, but then curious, feeling that something was strange about the situation.

[TheCountAlucard]

The wagon was closer now, perhaps 120 feet away. It proceeded slowly down the cobblestones on its large wooden wheels, peasants moving to make way. A pair of chestnut-brown horses pulled the oaken wagon along, a canvas canopy protecting the precious cargo from the sun's rays.

[GimliFett]

Tryx

Tryx notices the wagon to which Cal was trying to draw attention. "Waa-gun!" he responds slowly, as if speaking to a child, with an exaggerated wink at the others before following along.

[Storm Bringer]

"Yes, Trix. you've seen them before. you know, those things your wilder breathren keep attacking for loot?" Fae asked loudly in scarcastic tones.

ooc: Judging by it's route into town, where would i guess this wagon has come form? I assume it;s on an inbound road (i.e. it's heading into the town center). if it's outbound, what would be it's likey destination if it followed the road it's on?

[GimliFett]

Tryx

The goblin looks at Fae aghast. "Hey, mon!" he says with a hurt tone in his voice, though the smile shows it to be one of his many jests. "Dat no be mah clan. Clan Ganjah has been friends ta Endena fer sum time noo."

He nods back at the wagon. "Dey comin' or goin'? Might need sum help if da latter, eh, mon?"

[Storm Bringer]

"Nah, he's heading into town. this road leads off to the southeast.... I dunno, maybe thier out of Veria? seems a long way to form them to come, but who knows?"

[Stycotl]

"Good point. We've checked every other possible job in this town. Maybe we ought to at least see what these ones are up to. Maybe they have information, if not an actual job."

Eroxon's transparent eyelids slide up over his eyes for a moment as he blinks, and then he heads slowly after the wagon.

[Storm Bringer]

Eroxon felt a hand on his shoulder
"let me talk too them. No offense, but you're .....lizardly nature tends to put a downer on attempts at diplomacy."

with that Fae strode ahead of the others, making a beeline for the wagon.

ooc: I head for the wagon. while I'm not making any serious attempt to hide this, though I'm not exactly jumping up and down shouting "hey! Wagon Driver! Got any jobs?" either (yet). I am, however, keeping a close eye on the wagon

spot roll (if needed):(1d20+7)[10] + any modifers you deem nesscary.

[Tar Palantir]

Calamar

Calamar shifts his armor and follows, saying, "I'll go along as well. They might be nobles, after all, and my presence could be beneficial, or at the very least, I may recognize them or their family." He adjusts his clothing, which is quite impressive, clearly marking him as nobility, even without his family crest on armor, shield, and signet ring.

[TheCountAlucard]

Walking alongside the wagon are two men. The first is bare-chested, revealing his muscular, battle-scarred abdomen. The second man might also be muscular, but the thick fat that covers his body makes it uncertain. A chain shirt barely stretches over his gut. Both are huge, easily six feet tall.

[Stycotl]

Eroxon follows behind Fae, watching the guard-types with curious interest, and his usual dose of suspicious scrutiny.

[Stycotl]

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Eroxon sniffs the air as he follows Fae toward the covered wagon. The smells of refuse, food, the local tavern, and more assail his nostrils as he walks. With a wrinkle of his brow, the lizardfolk dreams of the raw meat delicacies of his tribe.