Amber Sands

[DJMG]

Looks good. With his name being what it is, I assume he's not a native of the region. Perhaps a missionary of some sort? Ransoori is not common at all, as they've only recently reopened contact with the outside world.

I meant 'common' in the sense of do they speak 'common' or their own language - if it is their own language, then I'll take it. Working as a missionary to try and bring reason to the Ransoori and get them to give up their 'evil' ways works for me.

 

[Snowelf]

I took Ransoori, too, for the very same reasons. And knowing SOMEONE'S love of the undead, I am not about to object to having a priest along.
I am going to work on finishing Kija tonight so she will be ready for tomorrow.
--Cal, do you have a starting off idea for us, or do you want us to tell you where we are?

 

[DungeonmasterCal]

I meant 'common' in the sense of do they speak 'common' or their own language - if it is their own language, then I'll take it. Working as a missionary to try and bring reason to the Ransoori and get them to give up their 'evil' ways works for me.

The "common language" is Farzsyi, so just putting "common" on the line will work fine!

To Snowelf, I'll think about the initial set up for ya'll tonight.

 

[DungeonmasterCal]

Ok...Wukei won't be able to join us, and I'm waiting for our third person to check in with her character. As soon as she does, we're off to the races. I've got the "meeting" set up in my pointy little head, too. So once we hear from the last member of our crew, we'll go.

 

[DungeonmasterCal]

Obekaybe...let's start!

After a somewhat uneventful journey down the coast and across the Straits of Opaz, the boat bearing Father Grimwald makes port in the city of Hafar, a bustling town where northern lands meet the southern in a noisy, colorful riot of traders, travelers, and the curious.

Disembarking, Father Grimwald is met by a middle-aged man and a young woman. Both are dressed in the loose-fitting clothes common to the warmer climes of the region, and as you step off the gangplank, the man steps forward and greets you with a short bow, his hands held together at the palms and pointing downward.

"Father Grimwald, I presume? It is an honor you grace us. I am Shivethi, and this is Kija. We are here to escort you to our embassy." Gesturing, he indicates he's ready to get going. "Your baggage will be brought to the embassy, so no need to worry about that. I trust you had a good voyage?"

 

[Snowelf]

Kija nods polietly at her introduction. Before you stands a slender, poised human woman wearing a colorful pastel silken wrap across her shoulders. The wrap hangs off to one side, so that her shoulder and part of her sunbronzed shoulders is exposed. One her wrists are chunky bracelets made of different types of unmatched colorful stones. Her rose-colored pants are capri length and show her thin ankles and feet which are wrapped in simple sandals. Her hands are filled with rings of all styles, gems, stones, and medalions. Her eyes are dark and doe like and her hair is braided in a straight row down her back though stray bits of her leftover curls are swept up in the soft breeze.

"Welcome to our lands, Father," Kija says. "We are very pleased you have come."

 

[DungeonmasterCal]

Shivethi smiles and softly pats Kija's shoulder. "Kija isn't Ransoori, but a native of this fair city. She is my personal assistant and liasion with the mayor. She is invaluable to me, and somewhere in her ancestry we believe she has one of my people. She is quite gifted."

 

[DJMG]

Father Grimwald

Father Grimwald walks stiffly down the gangplank. While it's apparent he is no stranger to travel, clearly age is beginning to creep up on him. He quick shakes off the fatigue that the cramped voyage brought and returns Shivethi’s greeting (OOC Assuming it’s appropriate for him to return it – further assuming he knows whether it is or not!)

The Father appears to be a middle aged man who would not stand out in a crowd. Being charitable his height and build could only be described as average with his graying brown hair cut short. His blue eyes give glimpses however that there is more to this man than humble traveler. He is dressed in the simple garb of a traveler, with a cloak to protect him from the spray. He is carrying a backpack slung over one shoulder and a crossbow over the other.

All thoughts that Father Grimwald is average are dispelled when he speaks. His voice is a smooth baritone that almost drips of honey. You had heard he could charm the bees from the hive and now you begin to understand why.

“I am pleased to finally meet you both. The voyage was pleasant, if dull. Sometimes I guess dull is better than the alternative. My line of work does not afford me the luxury of baggage, so I have everything I need with me”. With that he shifts the weight of the backpack a little higher on his shoulder and adds “I’m all set – lead on!”

Before leaving Grimwald makes a point of thanking the Captain of the vessel for his safe transportation and shares a moment or two of good natured ribbing with any members of the crew who are milling about.

 

[Snowelf]

Kija

"You must be famished from the long voyage, Father. I assure you that your needs will be met as soon as we reach the embassy." Kija says very seriously. "May I inquire about your homelands? I have never traveled outside of our region, and in fact, I have traveled very little of that."

 

[DJMG]

Grimwald

"While the crew treated me well and the ship's cook was one of the finest I've encountered, there's still only so much you can do with the food that will keep long enough onboard ship" agrees Father Grimwald. "I would be delighted to try some of the local delecacies when we arrive!"

During the journey, Grimwald will attempt to regale Kija and Shivethi with stories based on his travels and stories of his homelands.

((OOC Perform: Public Speaking +5 ))

((as I don't even know where my homelands are, I'm not sure how to roleplay this request without just making stuff up. If making stuff up is fine, then make stuff up I will ))