Sevenport Face
Log Info
- Title: Sevenport: Face
- Emitter: Faranmidahn
- Characters: Irshya, Joro, Bannon, Ashes, Lysos, Burai, Sabina
- Place: PRFour: Sky Danger Airship, Sevenport
- Time: Wednesday, August 05, 2020, 6:27 PM
- Summary:
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing, in Order -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Irshya 3'0" 35 Lb Goblin Female A small, blue-skinned Goblin in sea-green robes. Joro 8'10" 532 Lb Giantborn Female A towering female Jotun in kilted armor. Bannon 5'9" 195 Lb Human Male A shorter man of Tsuran heritage, with a thin moustace and goatee. Ashes 5'11" 177 Lb Hobgoblin Female A somber arvec in grey clothes with a skull face Lysos 5'6" 105 Lb Human/Tsuran Female Completely black eyes. Kind of creepy. Burai 6'10" 280 Lb Half-Orc Male Brawny half-orc, primal and uncivilized. Sabina 5'4" 130 Lb Human Female Tsuran woman of dark hair and green eyes -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-= -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= As the GM =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Faranmidahn 3'3" 35 Lb Halfling Female Albino Lucht woman in black leather armor with a BIG spider -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-=
Previously, after a chance encounter in Greenholme drew certain interest back to the village of Mornhaven, the adventurers exposed an unscrupulous illusionist who was hoping the join the ranks of the living dead, and was exploiting the distraught daughter of the Baetriov vampiress of Mornhaven to try and learn her secrets. Further digging on their part revealed, with what little groundwork the affected parties' tampered memories could provide, that the source of the Baetriov ritual was tied to one Gerzon, from somewhere in Eastern Sendor, and so, the group managed to arrange passage to the recently constructed Sevenport to track him down.
After some time, the rough hewn airship labeled in comparitively pretentious script as the 'Sky Danger' settles in at platform, the G seeming like a C that was later ammended, but couldn't quite match the original paint. Port hands rush to their places as the vital business of mooring the craft begins, that looks much like chaos to the lay.
Once secure, under the passenger deck, there's the sound of groaning mechanics followed by a resounding, bassy clang as the cargo ramp settles into place. Another hatch, slightly elevated, opens across the span and a sort of collapsible gangplank with spanned with two rows of chains; one for human and larger guests, the other for those whose stature is more intimate to the earth.
A willowy half elf, who only inherited the frame and overall grace, with somewhat unfortunate features, otherwise, swaggers her way down the gangplank and swivels a rose-stitched eyepatch from one eye to the other and considers the passle of would-be passengers, "Well, now ain't this a sight!"
With an unbecomingly graceful bow, the woman introduces herself as "Cap'n Orney of the Sky Danger, word from m'mate sez we're takin' a lot ta Sevenport... that be you, then?"
The Gobbo watches the scraggly airship slowly come in to dock, her eyes on the hands who scurry about to get the ship moored, and to take on and off the cargo and other assorted bits and pieces. When the captain comes to introduce herself, Irshya hides behind Sabina, both of her hands holding onto the taller woman's hand. "Is it really safe?", she wonders softly, of Sabina.
Someone has achieved the impossible! It would seem that the huge Jotun girl is actually mildly cleaned up for once! The dirt and filth has been cleaned from her hair, and her ace, while still slightly sooty, has obviously been wiped clean recently. Her armor, while not polished, has also been wiped down, making it a lot easier to see the care that went into it's production. The scales flow together beautifully, each being hand-engraved. The straps of the leather are stitched on without error, and even though it looks like they could use some oil, they're still quite sturdy. Fresh bandages have been wrapped around Joro's hands, and even the normally disgusting backpack she wears has been at least dipped in a river, possibly even properly laundered.
The massive female is currently busy peering over the bow of the airship, as she is already aboard the vessel when it arrives. Joro does indeed look like she's been having fun, a huge smile plastered on her face as she gives the side of the ship a few whaps, possibly in hopes of getting the captain's attention. "Up!" Joro calls in almost childish fit of glee, "Up again, 'Cappin!"
Bannon steps forward, his bags over his shoulders, "We're them." He turns his head to look towards the ship, his lips thinning for a moment, "You came in that thing?" He tilts his head to the side, a hmm escaping the man, "Points for bravery, Captain."
"Yes." A skull-faced Arvec Nar says, adjusting a strap on her backpack. A pack which looks surprisingly well-kept and military compared to her other things. Her other things being expensive clothes that are five years past their acceptable date, and a messenger satchel that looks older than she is. Both are drab, with muted colours that fade into her overall grey hues. This seems to cover the necessary things, so after a glance at Sabina, the mourner steps in line behind Bannon, waiting to get onto the gangplank to head aboard.
So, things have happened. Lysos has gathered up with the rest of the Mornhaven band at the agreed upon time, but she has adopted one of those cowled cloaks that almost completely obscures the face despite the time and weather not really calling for such. Her smile and greeting to everyone has been normal enough, but if one notices her being a little less sure footed than normal.. well, they'd be right. She carries her own pack as well, prepared for a multi-day journey.
"Aye aye, captain! Ready to shove off and batten down the hatches! Whistle in the wind and get underway!" At least Lysos's attitude hasn't changed much.
Burai looks at the ship with a curious expression. It's not his first time on one of the wondrious vehicles. The last time was in fact with Bannon. As a result he has learned to trust the latter's opinion in such matters. "That's good, right?" He murmurs to the other party members. "If the captain is brave?"
Sabina is there with her peacock on her shoulder and coyote half mask on her face, smile in place just under the mask's bottom edge. A satchel over the oppoiste shoulder then the bird to help keep her rightened.
She nudges Bannon with a elbow lightly and widens her smile as she looks around at all the group. "Yes, Captian. As he just said that would be us. And yes, Burai it's good to have a brave captian. Very good indeed. Are we alright to board then?"
GAME: Sabina rolls diplomacy: (4)+16: 20
THe half elven woman doesn't seem particularly amused, though the masked woman's words do seem to mollify her a bit, "Ya'd best have a care how ya talk about m'ship, where'ver yer headin'll still be there if ya walk." She turns to regard the Jotun and gives a little wave and a slightly awkward smile, "Aye, lass, we'll be goin up again, soon, just need ta load, like th'last one, aye?" That said, she surveys the group once more, quite the colorful group, but notes the little priestess and sidles around to take a knee, regarding her. "Might I trouble a fine Current ta bless our voyage?" in a a respectful tone that is almost reverential.
The Gobbo seems to be quite shy, pulling on Sabina's hand. But her eyes light up when the Captain speaks, and Irshya steps forward to hug at the Captain's waist. "Irshya would be pleased and honoured to do so. Would the Captain escort her on board? Can bless the crew and ship from the helm."
"Stars, Bannon... I think she likes you," comes the quip from Lysos's shadowed face. Of course, not being an experienced airman herself, it's not like she has the eye for air-worthiness that he no doubt does.
Ash doesn't have anything further to add. She stares at Bannon's back, and when he doesn't seem to be moving, she steps around him and walks up the gangplank. Once on board, she walks to the centre of the airship and looks around. Finding a crewmember to stare at, she asks, "Where are our rooms?"
Burai looks for a place where he can stay on the deck and relatively out of the way. There always seems to be an empty railing on these things where a passenger can look at the surroundings, although they may occasionally need to relocate. He's resigned to being just that on the trip - a passenger.
Bina sighs softly as the Captian allows them aboard and even takes Irshya under her wing for a blessing of Rada. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder she offers a prayer to Tarien under her breath. "Just a tad bit of luck. Just a tad bit. Please?" And then she steps on board and waits for the crewman to answer Ashes question.
Losing a bit of her gleeful demeanor when chided by the captain, Joro takes on a more pouty disposition momentarily. "Fiiiiiine," she huffs out, as if acknowledging her defeat. However, the promenade of adventurers heading up to the ship's deck is a decent distraction. Each one is given a good looking at, the quizzical Jotun woman eyeing each one up and down, some more than others. The Arvek Nar gets the longest gaze, though not in any sort of worrisome way. The girl seems drawn to Ashe, leaning this way and that to try to get better looks at the tattoos and piercings, until she spots the Gobber. It's hard to tell whether the toothy grin that gets aimed at the trident-wielding Irshya is a sneer, or an actual smile, but at least the facial expression doesn't look malevolent.
Lysos follows up the gangplank, somewhat close behind Sabina... pausing beside the masked luckbringer long enough to offer a toothy grin. "Just a little bit?" she asks, then looks for a spot she can temporarily stow her pack, somewhere out of the way of the crew doing their business, prepping the sky boat for travel and loading the cargo... which puts her relatively near Burai. She doesn't say anything then, though, instead leaning up against the railing, facing the ship's deck rather than the scenery past the rails... likely waiting for Ashe's question to be answered.
The captain straightens some with surprise as she's greeting so by the priestess, but, she smiles and bows her head before rising to her feet, offering a hand, "O'course, this way." She gestures toward the ship and begins to make her way across, "We don't take passengers, normally, but ain't many goes where yer goin', yet, so we made do." She seems in better cheer with the goblin's presence, and so the tour of what ammenities there are reveals a rough, functional design, rather than spit-n-gauze jury-rigging. Orney sends some bodies to help the 'locals' with their burdens with the added detail that it will take a little while longer to restock fuel and the cargo for the return trip, but with only the request to stay out of any spot that wasn't covered on the tour, they have freedom to move, then turns to guide Irshya to the helm to bless their journey.
The ashen Arvec has a stylized skeleton tattooed on the visible parts of her, being her hands, neck and face. On her hands at least, it is on the front and back. She silently observes Joro as she is observed, her head motions minimal but still taking in the entirety of the jotun woman. Then there is the tour! She makes no particular reaction during it, following along, very occasionally nodding. When an opportunity presents, she touches things, discretely.
The Gobbo seems impressed by the ship, despite it's amenities being rather light. At the helm, she puts her hands together, and whispers something under her breath. Her trident begins to glow, and she raises her hands up, releasing a bright flash. She seems quite happy with the flash. "Rada is pleased. Rada blesses this ship, her crew and her passengers.", she intones, "She will guide our journey and keep the storms from our path."
The look from Joro causes the Gobbo to hide behind Sabina once again, after the prayers and blessings have been given.
Burai follows along with the rest of the party. "You're familiar with where we are going...?" he rumbles at the captain. "Have you ever heard of a thin man who looks like..." He goes on to describe the man they are after, not the most subtle of investigators. Or conversationalists.
Joro lets out a soft, "Oooh~" at the Gobber's show near the helm. Her eyes are busy following that trident now, her brow furrowed slightly, as if pondering a mystery. She attempts a count on her fingers. One finger unfolds, her eyes dart to the trident. Another finger comes up, she peeks at her fingers. Back to the trident, and a third finger arises. The girl looks back and forth the trident and her hand, then gives a husky nod, as if she's figured something out. When Irshya moves to hide behind Sabina, the Jotun attempts a wide lean, in hopes of keeping the creature in view. Given her size, it's more than likely enough distance to keep line of sight.
"Don't worry, Captain," Lysos assures after the tour has ended, just before retaking her position at the railing, "We won't be a bother. There will be absolutely no reason for you to regret this and decide to toss us overboard. I have it on good authority that we're a pretty lucky bunch."
GAME: Lysos rolls bluff: (10)+15: 25 GAME: Bannon rolls Sense Motive: (19)+10: 29
Bannon has found a place to settle his pack, and then walks along the ship to lean against one of the railings near Lysos. He takes a glances towards her for a moment, raises an eyebrow, and then takes a few steps away, planting himself back against the railing once he's given the captain a clean shot.
Cap'n Orney seems quite pleased with that, and she gives a warm, "Thank ya kindly, good Current." and looks to the Oruch fellow on his question, a mild frown on her face, though she naturaly seems to just have RBF, anyway. "Him? Yeah, yeah... runs a trade group o'some kind near the border. Sometimes asked us t'haul some freight up Alexandria, usually one-two pieces, tacked on ta'our usual runs. Why?" There's a quick glance to the Jotun's antics, a blnking shake of the head, then she looks amongst the adventurers once more before another sailor chimes in from the viewport:
"Cap'n? They're signallin' loading's complete."
"Bring'm in." A look to the passengers, "May wanna hold onta somethin'." before she picks up a brass horn on the end of a tube, "All hands, Prepare ta clear moorings!"
The flight to Sevenport takes some time, but despite the look of things, which Rada may or may not have something to do with, the crew is solid and their craft seems to work as they intend it.
As the captain, like the mate before her explained, the Sky Danger is unapologeticly a cargo hauler, and some compromise was made to at least give the passle of guests a place to rest and dine together. The galley manages to provide pretty decent repaste for the journey, though, and there are some fascinating vistas and fauna on the wing along the way.
The Goblin spends much of the time hiding herself away. She took one look at the ground receding and the countryside whizzing by, and that was enough for her. If she is spotted, she's in the company of Sabina. Worse still, she refuses to eat anything. She does sit quietly, though, in the dining area, while the others eat.
GAME: Ashes rolls 1d100: (82): 82 to Faranmidahn
Ash drifts towards the stern, where she looks over the railing to see if there is a rudder. Something she could have looked for while it descended, but the thought didn't cross her mind then. These thoughts came after the tour, some beams and planks are newer than would be expected. Glancing around to make sure there isn't much attention her way, she takes out her small scales and gives them a shake. 'tink'.
"Feiu of the Tears," she says quietly in a monotone, "if you take us, make it quick." Blessing or prayer completed, she puts the holy symbol away and takes out a clove cigarello. She lights the short stick, draws a breath of it, then exhales. She watches the smoke curl up and mix with her breath, twin trails coiling about each other.
Sniff. Sniff, sniff! Joro's inhalation is audible, as her fascintion with the Gobbo is distracted by Ash's tobacco. After she peers around a bit, the source is discovered, and she heads directly for the Arvek female. Her footfalls emanante a resounding thump each time, a clear indicator that stealth is nowhere near her strong suit. "Tuhbaccy?" she inquires to the other female. The massive pack she is carrying is swung around to her frontside, a meaty paw shoved into one of the exterior pouches. Some jingling is heard, before she produces a copper coin, and extends it towards the Arvek Nar, a hearty smile accompanying the offer. Despite her clunky appearance, the Jotun barely even jostles when the airship un-moors, giving at least an inkling that the giantborn seems a bit more wieldy than she appears.
Sabina sits beside Irshya with one arm drapped over the smaller one's shoulders and does her best to try and comfort the gobber as they fly and eat. "Are you sure you won't try a little something, Irshya? Bread to settle your tummy?" She looks over and spies Joro and Ashes interactions and raises a brow behind her mask. "Captain. Is that woman not your crew-woman then?" She asks about Joro.
Cap'n Orney nods slowly to the tarienite, "She is not. No."
Ash watches as the giantborn thumps towards her, keeps watching as she drops her pack and brings out some coins. "Yes," she says, answering whether it's tobacco, then she shakes her head slowly from side to side. "It's for divination. I don't sell it."
The smoke around her has taken on some interesting patterns, with both the wind from the airship moving, and the atmospheric disturbances Joro makes with her movements.
The time enroute is spent on the deck of the ship by Bannon. When he's able to, he plies his trade as an airman with the crew, who seem happy to have an extra helping hand. In the evening, he tells stories of his own time on a cargo hauler, which he opines is as dangerous a job as it comes what with the piracy, or he works with the crew on their swordplay, offering tips and receiving them in kind my some who seem to know something he doesn't know about a style he's unfamiliar with.
He then appears down in the hold, nearing the dining area of the ship. He seems alarmed as he sticks his head in, his eyes worried, "Does anyone else smell smoke?"
Brow furrowing at the refusal of the trade, Joro deposits the coin back into the pouch from whence it came. With the potential acquisition of tobacco falling through, the Jotun meanders back towards the bow of the ship, to take in the sights as the airship floats along. A huge smile once again overtakes her face, as she seems completely lost in the countryside, eyes darting all around, leaning this way and that, as if the movement would actually help her see anything better from this elevation.
The Gobbo looks to Sabina with wide eyes and shakes her head. "No, Irshya's stomach no good. Irshya has no wish to show contents of her stomach to others. Irshya is okay, will survive." Sabina is hugged at length. Her nose wrinkles at the smell of Ash's divination tobacco, and she rubs at her nose. She eyes Bannon a moment. "No smoke. Divination."
A ribbon of smoke forms a horizontal figure eight, while another sort of coils up to meet it to create a shape not unlike what is etched on Ashes' face, and as it floats away, the bottom 'hole' in the smoke starts to expand as the upper two narrow, so it kind of looks like it's trying to scream before dissipating completely against the conduits of the ceiling.
Unlike her last airship voyage, Lysos spends very little time enjoying the passing-by-scenery. Aside from one handful of moments where she stood at the railing, facing the landscape and promptly turning away with a touch of a frustrated air, the tsuran sorceress has instead spent most of her time wandering in the allowed portions of the ship.
Meal time has her joining the others in the galley where she partakes. She does watch Irshya for a few minutes, noting the small woman's seeming lack of appetite.. as it's entirely unlike what she remembers back in Mornhaven. But before she can bring herself to comment, she glances at Bannon sticks his head in, a chunk of bread halfway to her mouth. A moment of panic, mostly hidden by her hood. "It wasn't me!" she immediately declares.
Burai wanders above decks, even eating there. He watches some of the airmen idly. He also spends more time than he probably needs to 'attuning himself with nature,' no doubt preparing a different set of spells every day on board. As he learns more about the various catastrophes that might nefall them during the flight.
"Interesting." Ashlee says, staring at the smoke patterns and then the space they occupied long after they've faded. It was unusually evocative. She drifts back to her seat in the galley, near a window so she can look out. She has a plate of food and eats mechanically, each spoon or forkfull getting a regimented number of chews.
She sneaks a small pamphlet out of her satchel and examines it. It is predominantly grey and black, with a few bits of white decoration. Hard to read, even up close, a sharp eye might catch the title: 'How to act like a normal person'. It appears to have been printed by the Vardaman Temple. Ash reads down a list, finding an entry: converse during dinner.
Pamphlet put away, the ashen Arvec looks around the table. In her normal, monotone voice, she says, "The Sky Danger was obviously at one point, the Sky Dancer. It was also a war machine and saw some action. It was brought down by powerful incantations, salvaged, and put back in use as a cargo hauler. There have been some accidental deaths since, and some from attempted boardings, but not enough to be considered suspiciously high."
Bina looks up and then over to Ashes and hmms. "Have you been digging into the ships past before we got on or after? I suppose that all that should be taken as general good news, though the accidental deaths part has me a tad worried. We shall just have to have Bannon show us the ropes aboard ship?" She looks over to the man in question and smirks.
Joro clambers down into the galley eventually. She is obviously on a mission, and that mission is food. Let the show begin! The Jotun takes two bowls, one for each hand. Each gets filled with stew, after which she claims an entire loaf of bread, breaking it in half, each half getting placed into the stew in either bowl. She takes her prizes over towards a wall, and sits down half-gracefully, setting the bowls aside, because let's face it, she just doesn't fit at the tables. Her travel pack gets discarded to her side to be leaned on, and the first bowl of stew meets it's demise, the bread being used as an eating utensil. If she misses her mouth with the stew, whatever falls on her armor is wiped off with a finger, and then cleaned off with her mouth in a complete disregard for sanitation. Thankfully, it would appear her immune system is as strong as she is.
"Rada has blessed this ship.", the Gobbo states. "Shouldn't be anything happening. Unless people making it happen." She leans against Sabina. "I think maybe Irshya can handle some..." She spots Joro eating, and licking the stew from her fingers. "Urk. Nevermind.", Irshya says softly. "Stomach jumped overboard. So did appetite."
Bannon blinks, listening to the rundown before he adds, "You could have just asked around." He then looks towards Irshya, shaking his head, "No divination. Smoke. Which means fire. It's a really long fall if whatever's on fire spreads to the big, flamible wooden ship and we all have to jump overboard." He then looks towards Sabina, "What do you want to know?"
The crew fold the volunteer in after some light hazing, mostly to verify his chops, but they know their stuff, and recognize the knowledge of the fellow who made such a stellar impression on their captain, and there is some sort of unspoken inferrence that she salvaged it, in particular.
The craft, eventually starts to pitch very faintly as the Captain's voice comes from one of the little brass cones built into a corner of the ceiling, "To our passengers, we're makin' our approach, now, mind yerselves." She gives that a second or two, then, in the distances are calls to adjust bow planes, or reduce thrust, or whatever it is airmen speak.
"No," Ash answers 'Bina, "the ship told me." Then she's informed she could have asked around, which she considers and decides that is something a normal person might do. So, mission failed. She stares at Bannon while she finishes eating. Some time later, the Captain's annoucement that they are on approach occurs. She minds herself, finding a good spot to hold on and watch.
"Hey.. Burai mentioned to the captain earlier about the fellow we're looking for," Lysos says after the captain's announcement trails off. "She seemed to know who he was, maybe. We ought to ask her about it before we leave."
Bina looks over to Joro eating after Irshya does and then sighs again. A look for each of the speakers and then she tries to answer each of them in turn. "Burai has a point. We should ask what she knows before we leave." To Ahses she grins. "The ship told you? I'll have to remember you can do that." And then to Bannon, "Perhaps a safety class for our return trip when on a ship not dirrect pasenger related."
Joro perks up a bit when it's made apparant that the vessel is once again landing. The Jotun hurries up in finishing the last bit of stew in the second bowl, and then dons her travel pack once again. Despite her crude appearance and actions, she actually does take the now empty bowls over to a collection area for dirtied cookware, and then thumpthumpthumps back up to the above deck. She heads over towards the bow again to peer over and take in the sights of this new land. Well, new to her, of course.
Bannon nods his head after a moment, "The crew really should have told you these things. That they're a cargo carrier isn't an excuse..." The airman grumbles something, then disappears from view. He returns less than a minute later, carrying his pack. He enters into the dining area and finds himself a seat, setting is pack next to him on the floor.
Burai considers finding a spot near the railing towards the rear of the airship. In the case of a sudden crash it may just give him a few more moments to...he doesn't know what, he realizes. Instead he settled for watching the landing area as they approach, sizing up other ships and pedestrians in the area.
Irshya is back to clinging to Sabina, even attempting to take over the woman's lap. There is also a slight look of fear. Turbulence is not the Gobbo's friend, it seems.
Ash could go and get her pack, but she decides she'll wait until the scenery stops changing. Ensonched at the window, she stares out of it, the porthole framing her skull-face nicely. Perhaps she will see someone. Perhaps someone will see her and wish they hadn't. The landing area and other things approach.
The craft makes some slight adjustment as they come about, a shafe of dusklight sweeping slowly across the chamber through the maenuver, to finally ease in place alongside the massive, functional, if still mostly open-air docking structure. There are several thumps against the hull from outside as the mooring lines are cast.
The Captain's, "Deployin' the cargo ramp, it's loud, but normal." she advises through the cone a few seconds before that same bassy clang reverberates through the ship. There are squeaks and creaks of a hatch being opened, and the telescoping gangplank is once again deployed. Bannon reaches into his pack, finding a wrapped item within. He then pulls another item, a canteen. He uncorks the canteen and then takes a sip, then unwraps what seems to be a loaf of bread. He takes a bite just as the airship pitches sharply. The airman leans against the pitch, maintaining his equilibrium over the action action. He hmms, nodding his head as he mentions, "That's normal." He continues to eat as the crew takes the ship through the landing procedure, offering words of encouragement all the way down to the ground.
"Avast! Skallywag the thingies! All hands to hut hut!" The Jotun girl waves her arms back and forth a few times, while she calls out to the crew as the vessel nears the dock. Judging from the crew's complete lack of reaction to the outburst, it would seem that this is not the first time that Joro has regurgitated some sailor-esque terms in her time aboard the airship. "Shufflehop the main blimpy spout!" She motions towards whatever sails or balloon contraption keeps the airship in the sky, as if anything she says makes sense. One of the crew members rolls their eyes, and returns to whatever he was doing.
"Irshya know what she wishes would shufflehop off the ship.", the Gobbo says firmly, before letting out a squeak as the bangs and thumps commence. Bannon's comment about it being normal does nothing to change her mind that bits are possibly falling off the ship.
GAME: Joro rolls Perception: (3)+8: 11
Lysos remains near something she can hold on to, her pack held in her other hand. She seems to trust Bannon's comment about normality; at the very least, she certainly doesn't seem as agitated as the gobber Radan.
Bina holds on to Irshya until such time as the gobber scoots off and moves to get ready to leave. She stands and brushes herself off from food crumbs nad picks up her bag as well as her bird, following on after the Gobber and others. "Lets find the captain. Perhaps she can introduce us."
Ash, simply watches. She has little experience with airships beyond basic training, which was largely echoed what she was told when she came aboard here. These are the places you can stay out of the way. So, she does so, sitting by her porthole, watching the armatures, listening to the thumps. None of these prompt much reaction from her, the dropping of the cargo gangway does make her jump a little. Her familiar runs up her arm and into her hair, where she pets at it carefully. These things are fine. Once the motion stops and there seems to be some stability, she stands, exits the galley and goes to collect her things. Soon, she's standing on the decks in another safe spot, waiting to be told to disembark. She squints up at the sun. "I need to bring my parasol."
The Captain herself doesn't come to see you off, but the first mate does, with a vaguely annoyed look on his face that, bless his heart, tries to wipe away before he comes to see the passengers off. There is some shouting from the bridge, definately the captain which some rather impressive lungs for such a slender ribcage.
Ahem, "The Cap'n hopes yer trip was smooth enough, though't seems we'll be...." a furtive glance helmward, "Held up fer a day or so due to our next client... ah... draggin' his feet." He leans in to the airman and quietly, "Could ya mebbe show Jro around some a little while, the ship's not gonna be a good place till we're ready ta sail again. She's willin' ta take twenty percent off a return fare..."
Bannon looks towards the Jotun named Joro and then shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders, "I don't mind, but we're not completely sure that what we're here to do won't be dangerous." He then calls out towards Joro, "Hey! You got a weapon?"
Burai looks Joro up and down and then nods. Dangerous. "...and sometimes indoors," he adds, as if that belongs in the same category of not-for-everyone. He looks at the first mate and then the party. "But it seems the trip wasn't wasted. The captain seemed to imply that the one we seek is a trader here, a well-known one. He's even used the services of this very airship before..."
Lysos isn't close enough to hear the first mate's request of Bannon... though when Bannon calls out to the big woman, she turns her head and gives Joro a thumbs up before carefully picking her way after Ashes. As she does so, she picks up on Burai's commentary. "So.. do we ask around for him, giving him the chance to disappear? Or do we find another way of seeking him out?"
As the airship fully docks, Joro throws two huge thumbs up to the crew, as if to congratulate them on following her orders successfully, along with a, "Yarr!" She peers out over the bow for a bit, and then when she's called, perks up visibly. A few steps bring her closer to Bannon, who managed to grab her attention. The question is answered with a rather hearty laugh, and a look that would suggest she thinks Bannon is making fun. "Haha~! Joro weapon!" She pats her own chest eagerly, then clunks her knuckles together. It would seem that she herself is the weapon, as far as she's concerned.
That being said, she does seem to have both a handaxe, and a shortsword dangling from the mess that is her travel pack. Even if her point doesn't come across gracefully, it's at least evident she is armed.
Sabina looks at the first mate and then Joro and sighs again. "Very well. We shall but you will point us to the person we were looking to ask the captain about? The one that sometimes sends things too and from Alexandria. I beleive Burai spoke to her about him. Point out his building or a direction if you can at least."
Ash looks over at Lysos, stares. "If he's a trader, one of us could approach him with something to trade. If he has an outdoor stall, we could all be in the area. All entering a shop would be more suspicious." She looks around at the group, back at Lysos and adjusts her pack. Her centipede resettles in her hair, hiding from the sunlight underneath a ropey lock.
The first mate nods, glancing helmward again at another powerful belt of what could be sindanyari invective, and turns to lead them out, "THat Gerzon guy? Yeah, he's givin' some of our ladies the heebies, but he does regular enough trade. He's never done anythin' shifty that we ever heard about." He gestures to the west to a small warehouse with a carriage platform, "Pulls most's freight outta that spot there, though hell if I know where he actually hangs his hat."
Bannon glances between the first mate and then Sabina, tilting his head to the side and letting his shoulders rise and fall, "I think we can be confident paying Mr. Gerzon a visit. It's not that far of a walk." He then looks towards Joros, nodding his head and then adding, "Hope you know how to use them."
"Well, sounds like we know where we're going!" Lysos declares, then starts picking her way off of the airship. "I think mourner Ashlee has the right of it... too many of us surrounding him, he's likely going to be spooked."
GAME: Joro rolls intelligence: (16)+-2: 14
Ash follows Lysos down the gangplank, stepping onto the ground of Sevenport. She stands, looking around, staring at the building fronts, the streets and the people. She adjusts both her pack, and her satchel. The warehouse is right over there. She starts to drift towards it then ends up siddling towards a building that provides some shade. She could use some, as she doesn't consider the sun her friend. She watches the warehouse, looking for comings and goings, and anything suspicious.
Joro taps at her chin a few times when she's once again addressed. Perhaps she's considering a reply, or something else entirely. After a few moments, she starts to reply, maybe mostly to herself. "Use... Use, them? Them.." The Jotun points between a couple of the other adventurers, "Them?" Then, as if a light turns on above her head, she perks up, and finally seems to figure out what Bannon meant. "Oh, THEM!" She holds up her fists, and gives quite a few eager nods in reply. "Joro bonk!" With a practiced movement that is almost too swift given her immense size, she hops into stance a boxer might hold, and sends out one quick jab. The strike looks practiced, and solid, while of course not being aimed at anything. "Joro weapon!" A big grin is aimed at Bannon, as she then returns to her previous relaxed stance, and peers between the others present. She patpats her chest a couple times. "Joro!" As if that wasn't obvious by now.
Burai scowls. "I would not be the best at talking to him anyway. I'll lurk about and be ready if things come to blows - or fire." He glances around the party to see if anyone else seems similarly ill suited to non-violent confrontation.
GAME: Ashes rolls perception: (3)+3: 6 GAME: Ashes rolls sense motive: (1)+7: 8 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Ashes rolls stealth+3: (7)+11+3: 21 GAME: Joro rolls perception: (12)+8: 20 GAME: Bannon rolls Perception: (19)+15: 34 GAME: Bannon rolls Sense Motive: (14)+10: 24 GAME: Bannon rolls Stealth: (18)+4: 22
Sabina looks to where the first mate points and speaks of and then nods. "Thank you goodsir. Hopefully we won't be here too long but I can't say for certian. We have your schedule I hope?" She looks over to the others and nods as they gather and head down. "Yes. Let's not spook anyone if we can help it." SHe looks then at Joro and grins. "Joro.. I need to clean you up if you'll allow. We have to make our best impression that we can."
Bannon leads the way through Sevenport, casually glancing in directions and pointing out the interesting things he sees. As they close in on the wearhouse, Bannon says simply, "Alright, everyone be safe. Let's conduct this as quickly, quietly, and safely as possible." He then vanishes into the shadows, finding himself a nice place to set up a vantage point to stake out the wearhouse.
Lysos bites on her lower lip... now that the moment has come, of course, her enthusiasm has been replaced with something more like... well, a heightened sense of how easy it would be for everything to go sideways. "Ah... luckbringer.. I can hide us from sight, if that would make things easier."
Burai glances around for onlookers - other than the party of course, no reason to keep secrets from them. He raises his arms as if shrugging. But then he changes, growing smaller and sprouting feathers and a beak. Soon a small falcon leaps into the air. It flpps its wings rapidly to gain speed and altitude. The it veers in the direction of the warehouse, getting a literal bird's eye view.
Bina looks about at those left behind and grins. "Well.. The first mate said that he gave the ladies the heebies. I wonder if we might draw him out with having a group of ladies outside his place over there. Being watches by our hiders, of course. If everyone is ok with being ..er.. 'bait'."
Centering in on Sabina only when she uses the word 'clean', Joro suddenly breaks down into an almost pouty, sulking manner that one would expect from a dog that just told it's time for a bath. "B-but... Joro not dirty! Joro clean. Clean before trip!" She waves emphatically at the airship with one hand, desperately pleading her case to Sabina. She doesn't seem mad, or offended. Instead it sounds like something one might hear from a criminal pleading for their life at a jury. "Joro just clean! Promise!" Whatever her issue is with being cleaner than she already is, she's definitely doing her best to convey that she thinks she's not due for another horrendous bath.
Bina then grins over at Joro. "I can do it with magic, dear. No worries. All you have to do is stand there if that's ok for me to do?"
"Muh...magic..." the Jotun repeats, her demeanor changing slightly. She thinks for a moment, and then almost grumpily crosses her arms, much like a child would when denied a cookie. "..fine. Joro clean."
Ash has found a great hiding spot! The sun is also, directly in her eyes, forcing her to squint. Definitely bring the parasol next time. She does her best to observe the warehouse, and while her particular nook keeps her out of sight, she sees absolutely nothing suspicious. Hopefully the others will have more luck. She overhears Sabina's suggestion of bait, ponders whether it is a serious suggestion or perhaps a subtle Tarienite joke. She decides, it might be both. However, the ashen Arvec is also sure she isn't good bait. Just a hunch, that no one wants to see her in any state except fully dressed, perhaps with a hood.
Lysos, having been in the process of sketching out the gestures to disappear herself pauses... considering Sabina's suggestion. And then really considering it. "Ehhhhhh..." she says, hedging a bit on it, glancing around as if to try and find those who have already hid. "Well. I suppose /something/ has to try and get him off guard. "
Bina quickly casts her cantrip and waves her hand over each section of Joro. The magic wiping away and cleaning armor, skin, hair and weapons. A few moments of 'work' and it's done. Though it won't handle any smells or.. inner armor cleaning. "All done."
Sevenport itself is a fairly small settlement, it has almost seamless stone walls formed of interlocking sections as smooth as polished marble, with the requisite walkways and battlements lining it to provice security should need arise, one that encompasses far more real estate then the cluster of buildings requires, suggesting someone(s) with abitions put some serious resources into this place. Most of te populace seem to be airshpmen, teamsters or loaders, with the odd guard or administrator to round things out.
The warehouse indicated, which only bears an identifying number thus far, is largely silent, nothing going in or coming out as yet, and, maybe due to the roaming patrols, there are no guards posted outside.
There are no open windows, and the ones that exist are frosted over and impossible to see through.
After the magic takes hold, it's revealed that Joro actually cleans up surprisingly well. Both her skin and hair are almost stark-white in colour. In fact, her hair contains concentrations of grey, and her face has randomized lines of grey along her cheeks and neck. If it weren't obvious that she's not a statue, she'd probably look like a marvellous sculpture carved out of white marble. Her scale armor is definitely of master work, now that it's back to maintained condition. "Uffff..." The Jotun shakes away the magic feel with a little full-body wiggle. Thankfully, she actu ally never smelled bad in the first place. Whether that's a mystery or a miracle is up to the individual, however it's a blessing, nonetheless.
The airship arrived late in the day. Sunset is in progress, the light is fading, the shadows growing. The party will watch a little longer, and then some decisions will need to be made.
