KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
The Northern Docks
The Sea Drake approached the 12th dock slowly, guided in by one of the city's glowing buoys. The pattern and color of the buoy lights served as a signaling system, guiding vessels to the numerous docks. With the traffic coming into the city this day, it would be another five hours before the Sea Drake would have a free docking ramp available to offload its cargo.
Captain Irago, an ancient looking dwarven sea dog, had made arrangements for his passengers to take a skiff in as many of them had important engagements to get to.
Dell Varner was the first on the skiff, eager to be on his way. The cagey looking human had business to attend to and spoke very little, always keeping his hands in his coat. It was a bit too warm for such a heavy coat, but he insisted on wearing it.
Tseg'Rhal was among those boarding the skiff. Irago had taken an instant liking to Tseg'Rhal when the Sea Drake found Tseg'Rhal's tiny craft drifting after a particularly intense storm after the dragonborn had left the isolated island he'd called home for a bit too long. The old dwarf had put Tseg'Rhal to work as ship's cleric until they reached the Fifth City and had extended an invitation to join the crew, should the dragonborn feel the urge to take up the life of a sea merchant.
Also boarding the skiff is Duna, who had managed to book passage on the Sea Drake when it stopped in the fishing village of Gull to take on a cargo of shrimp bound for the Fifth City. Her mentor, Rin, had urged her to leave Gull and explore the world...or find a place where the world would come to her.
Lenya found herself on the Sea Drake, boarding the skiff to the docks as well. The elven ambassador had requested her, by name, to fill the role of her assistant, but had asked her to arrive via merchant ships on a circuitous route. As always with the Religious Caste, there was no reason given, just a cryptic riddle, "The path of the One often involves learning from the many." The One, of course, referred to both Valen and the current leader of the Anla'Shok.
The final passenger boarding the skiff this day was Amisi, a member of the Corps of Magi. She was returning after a frustrating trip to one of the smaller islands of the Kingdom and a tiny village named Gull. Ironheart had sent her a strange missive. Nothing in the note made any sense but the navigation coordinates were quite clear, leading her to Gull. But, she had found nothing there. Only a rumor that a man matching Ironheart's description had been in the village a week before. But it couldn't have been him because no one in the village remembered him wearing a mage's uniform.
It would be a 30 minute ride on the skiff to the docks with only the oarsman and eachother for the passengers to talk to.
Blue District, North Merchant Quarter
Korgon found himself shoveling hippogriff manure this fine morning, a sentence handed down by Constable Garrus for getting into a rather massive brawl. All of the other participants had been tieflings and dragonborn and had been handed off to their respective ambassadors for punishment. Korgon had had the misfortune of being caught in the middle. Wrong place at the wrong time and now here he was, shoveling manure. Garrus had actually gone easy on him as he could instead be spending time in jail.
Supervising the work crew, and serving his own form of punishment, was Felix. Garrus had assigned this duty as a not so gentle reminder to keep his gambling debts under control. Garrus had taken Felix under his wing and made him a lieutenant not long after Felix had entered the ranks of the constabulary.
Markus Martenes Stiles XIII found himself attached to this duty as well, as unpleasant as it might smell, for a different reason. Simply put, Garrus didn't like the Corps of Magi and resented having had Markus assigned to his constabulary. He seemed to take pleasure in giving Markus unpleasant tasks whenever he could. On the other hand, rumor had it that Amisi, the only other member of the Corps in the Fifth City, was returning today and the hippogriff stables overlooked the north docks, providing an excellent view of most arriving ships, ferries, and skiffs. Amisi was a commercial mage, a member of the Corps, but otherwise free to pursue her own interests. She was also a mystery. A student of Ironheart, an instructor in the Corps with a history of radical views and inappropriate behavior with his students.
OOC: Please include a physical description in your first post.
The Sea Drake approached the 12th dock slowly, guided in by one of the city's glowing buoys. The pattern and color of the buoy lights served as a signaling system, guiding vessels to the numerous docks. With the traffic coming into the city this day, it would be another five hours before the Sea Drake would have a free docking ramp available to offload its cargo.
Captain Irago, an ancient looking dwarven sea dog, had made arrangements for his passengers to take a skiff in as many of them had important engagements to get to.
Dell Varner was the first on the skiff, eager to be on his way. The cagey looking human had business to attend to and spoke very little, always keeping his hands in his coat. It was a bit too warm for such a heavy coat, but he insisted on wearing it.
Tseg'Rhal was among those boarding the skiff. Irago had taken an instant liking to Tseg'Rhal when the Sea Drake found Tseg'Rhal's tiny craft drifting after a particularly intense storm after the dragonborn had left the isolated island he'd called home for a bit too long. The old dwarf had put Tseg'Rhal to work as ship's cleric until they reached the Fifth City and had extended an invitation to join the crew, should the dragonborn feel the urge to take up the life of a sea merchant.
Also boarding the skiff is Duna, who had managed to book passage on the Sea Drake when it stopped in the fishing village of Gull to take on a cargo of shrimp bound for the Fifth City. Her mentor, Rin, had urged her to leave Gull and explore the world...or find a place where the world would come to her.
Lenya found herself on the Sea Drake, boarding the skiff to the docks as well. The elven ambassador had requested her, by name, to fill the role of her assistant, but had asked her to arrive via merchant ships on a circuitous route. As always with the Religious Caste, there was no reason given, just a cryptic riddle, "The path of the One often involves learning from the many." The One, of course, referred to both Valen and the current leader of the Anla'Shok.
The final passenger boarding the skiff this day was Amisi, a member of the Corps of Magi. She was returning after a frustrating trip to one of the smaller islands of the Kingdom and a tiny village named Gull. Ironheart had sent her a strange missive. Nothing in the note made any sense but the navigation coordinates were quite clear, leading her to Gull. But, she had found nothing there. Only a rumor that a man matching Ironheart's description had been in the village a week before. But it couldn't have been him because no one in the village remembered him wearing a mage's uniform.
It would be a 30 minute ride on the skiff to the docks with only the oarsman and eachother for the passengers to talk to.
Blue District, North Merchant Quarter
Korgon found himself shoveling hippogriff manure this fine morning, a sentence handed down by Constable Garrus for getting into a rather massive brawl. All of the other participants had been tieflings and dragonborn and had been handed off to their respective ambassadors for punishment. Korgon had had the misfortune of being caught in the middle. Wrong place at the wrong time and now here he was, shoveling manure. Garrus had actually gone easy on him as he could instead be spending time in jail.
Supervising the work crew, and serving his own form of punishment, was Felix. Garrus had assigned this duty as a not so gentle reminder to keep his gambling debts under control. Garrus had taken Felix under his wing and made him a lieutenant not long after Felix had entered the ranks of the constabulary.
Markus Martenes Stiles XIII found himself attached to this duty as well, as unpleasant as it might smell, for a different reason. Simply put, Garrus didn't like the Corps of Magi and resented having had Markus assigned to his constabulary. He seemed to take pleasure in giving Markus unpleasant tasks whenever he could. On the other hand, rumor had it that Amisi, the only other member of the Corps in the Fifth City, was returning today and the hippogriff stables overlooked the north docks, providing an excellent view of most arriving ships, ferries, and skiffs. Amisi was a commercial mage, a member of the Corps, but otherwise free to pursue her own interests. She was also a mystery. A student of Ironheart, an instructor in the Corps with a history of radical views and inappropriate behavior with his students.
OOC: Please include a physical description in your first post.
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