Jon Potter
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[Realms #486] Discovering Discord
Discord lived up to its name. While the design of the settlement was not as alien-seeming as the githyanki fortress had been, most of the party were immediately put off by the place. Everything seemed to thrum and vibrate, filling the air with a sound at once jarring and sonorous to most everyone's ears. Only Morier and Cerrakean seemed to find the sound pleasing and the hobgoblin was soon humming along with it adding another layer of sound to the constant piping and buzzing that filled the air as they followed J'inn and J'ann.
"If you feel like dancing, you should feel free," J'inn said, pointing to a square as they passed. There were dozens of Buommans there engaged in revelry. Some of them twirled and capered while other strummed lutes or twittered away on pipes.
"No one will mind," J'ann added. "But I would advise against any spell use."
"Magic is unpredictable in Discord," J'inn explained. "You might end up hurting yourself... or someone else."
"Are there any merchants in town?" Ayremac asked, his tone betraying some of the discomfort he felt listening to the weird, cacophony of sounds all around them. "I might like to buy some potions or magic trinkets of interest if there are." The Buommans both turned, hands going thoughtfully to their wan chins. Their movements were synchronous, almost choreographed.
"Certainly the Threnodies have a selection of magical items that they might be willing to part with," J'inn remarked to his twin and J'ann shook his head.
"But they might not be willing to even meet with them, let alone trade," J'ann replied. "K'ree and K'raa might have something to trade, though." J'inn nodded.
"Good thinking!" he remarked, patting his twin on the shoulder and turning to address Ayremac. "We'll take you there once we've got you situated, before we set off to meet with the Threnodies."
"We haven't an inn as such in Discord," J'ann said. "So we thought you all could use our house as a "'home base', so to speak."
"A place where you can leave your armor... your weapons... things you won't need while you're here," J'inn added. "You can rest there if you wish, or explore the town."
"And as J'inn said, we'll take any who wish to see K'ree and K'raa," J'ann said and gestured to a small dwelling cobbled together out of mismatched blocks of cut stone with a roof composed largely of pitted and battered shields with a few rough hewn planks in between. There was a colorful mosaic of geometric tiles set into the wall beside the door.
"Our house," J'inn observed and J'ann crooned, "is a very, very, very fine house."
K'ree and K'raa's dwelling was much like J'inn and J'ann's although slightly larger. Despite the added square footage, the place seemed tiny due to the abundance of junk piled about. It was heaped on tabletops, hung from the rafters and swept into drifts in the corners. Most of it was true junk: broken wands, torn cloaks, swords with broken blades. But there were a few items of apparent worth mixed in: armor and weapons clearly manufactured by githyanki, some ornate diadems and bracers, a stack of heavy tomes. One wall glittered with a rack of colorful potion vials. And what had at first appeared to be a suit of plate mail armor slouched in a corner revealed itself to be an inanimate golem upon closer inspection.
"K'ree?" J'inn called as they entered the building.
"Are you here?" J'ann chimed and a female Buomman lurched up from behind a workbench. She looked much like J'inn and J'ann though she was stockier than them and a pair of ashen scars crossed her pale face like a letter V turned on its side. She held a falchion which she at first pointed at the newcomers but quickly lowered it when she saw who it was.
"What do you want?" she angrily growled, sheathing the weapon across her back in a single deft movement.
"They've been like this since their mate-pair died fighting the mind-flayers," J'inn whispered to the group while J'ann explained who they were and what they wanted. The female Buomman stepped out from behind the bench, wiping her hands on the leather skirt she wore, and displaying the swollen belly of a pregnant woman.
"I have no idea what most of this stuff even is. It belonged to my husband," she said to them and her expression grew more irritated. "If you have something to trade, you're welcome to sift through it. Just don't expect my help."
Discord lived up to its name. While the design of the settlement was not as alien-seeming as the githyanki fortress had been, most of the party were immediately put off by the place. Everything seemed to thrum and vibrate, filling the air with a sound at once jarring and sonorous to most everyone's ears. Only Morier and Cerrakean seemed to find the sound pleasing and the hobgoblin was soon humming along with it adding another layer of sound to the constant piping and buzzing that filled the air as they followed J'inn and J'ann.
"If you feel like dancing, you should feel free," J'inn said, pointing to a square as they passed. There were dozens of Buommans there engaged in revelry. Some of them twirled and capered while other strummed lutes or twittered away on pipes.
"No one will mind," J'ann added. "But I would advise against any spell use."
"Magic is unpredictable in Discord," J'inn explained. "You might end up hurting yourself... or someone else."
"Are there any merchants in town?" Ayremac asked, his tone betraying some of the discomfort he felt listening to the weird, cacophony of sounds all around them. "I might like to buy some potions or magic trinkets of interest if there are." The Buommans both turned, hands going thoughtfully to their wan chins. Their movements were synchronous, almost choreographed.
"Certainly the Threnodies have a selection of magical items that they might be willing to part with," J'inn remarked to his twin and J'ann shook his head.
"But they might not be willing to even meet with them, let alone trade," J'ann replied. "K'ree and K'raa might have something to trade, though." J'inn nodded.
"Good thinking!" he remarked, patting his twin on the shoulder and turning to address Ayremac. "We'll take you there once we've got you situated, before we set off to meet with the Threnodies."
"We haven't an inn as such in Discord," J'ann said. "So we thought you all could use our house as a "'home base', so to speak."
"A place where you can leave your armor... your weapons... things you won't need while you're here," J'inn added. "You can rest there if you wish, or explore the town."
"And as J'inn said, we'll take any who wish to see K'ree and K'raa," J'ann said and gestured to a small dwelling cobbled together out of mismatched blocks of cut stone with a roof composed largely of pitted and battered shields with a few rough hewn planks in between. There was a colorful mosaic of geometric tiles set into the wall beside the door.
"Our house," J'inn observed and J'ann crooned, "is a very, very, very fine house."
K'ree and K'raa's dwelling was much like J'inn and J'ann's although slightly larger. Despite the added square footage, the place seemed tiny due to the abundance of junk piled about. It was heaped on tabletops, hung from the rafters and swept into drifts in the corners. Most of it was true junk: broken wands, torn cloaks, swords with broken blades. But there were a few items of apparent worth mixed in: armor and weapons clearly manufactured by githyanki, some ornate diadems and bracers, a stack of heavy tomes. One wall glittered with a rack of colorful potion vials. And what had at first appeared to be a suit of plate mail armor slouched in a corner revealed itself to be an inanimate golem upon closer inspection.
"K'ree?" J'inn called as they entered the building.
"Are you here?" J'ann chimed and a female Buomman lurched up from behind a workbench. She looked much like J'inn and J'ann though she was stockier than them and a pair of ashen scars crossed her pale face like a letter V turned on its side. She held a falchion which she at first pointed at the newcomers but quickly lowered it when she saw who it was.
"What do you want?" she angrily growled, sheathing the weapon across her back in a single deft movement.
"They've been like this since their mate-pair died fighting the mind-flayers," J'inn whispered to the group while J'ann explained who they were and what they wanted. The female Buomman stepped out from behind the bench, wiping her hands on the leather skirt she wore, and displaying the swollen belly of a pregnant woman.
"I have no idea what most of this stuff even is. It belonged to my husband," she said to them and her expression grew more irritated. "If you have something to trade, you're welcome to sift through it. Just don't expect my help."
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