Dark Tides, Cold Steel

[Bront]

"I saw you both in the bar earlier." The half elf says, he is dressed as finely but in a utilitarian way as well, and has the look of the sea on him. "Guess we all found the work we were looking for. I am Zandrick d'Lyrandar, and I hope it will be a pleasure to work with you both."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I have no name yet, I still seek one. I greet you Zandrick d'Lyrandar," the massive warforged says in a gravely voice.

 

[Gez]

« Well met, Zandrick and Anonymous. You can call me Nilos Gersen; or Nil for short, I don't mind. »

 

[Gomez]

The carriage travels across the town and stops in front of a two-story house. A bowlegged man comes scuttling out of the house and opens the door to the carriage. "Come on now, the Captain is wait'n. And wipe those boots before you come in."

 

[Bront]

Zandrick nods "Thank you good sir" and steps in.

 

[Gez]

« Alright, please lead the way, mister... Mister? »

 

[Gomez]

"Mister Hornketch. This way sirs." He leads you into the house which is large and well expensively furnished. Just off the entryway are two tattooed men peeling apples with foot long knifes. As you enter they look look your over and then return to their work.

"If you will wait in here. The Capt'n will be along shortly." He directs you to a library/waiting room. Sitted on one of the couches inside the room is a female halflling.

OOC: Please give a quick description of your character with the introductions.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The nameless warforged was particularly tall and powerfully-built, his plating particularly thick and heavy, cast in a dull gray, bolted with heavy rivets. His face is set in a scowl, and his eyes glow red from deep pits. A heavy belt spans his waist, and a heavy pick is thrust into it. A steel shield is on his back, covering a slender backpack, and a bow can be seen poking out of either side. He wipes his boots carefully, then goes as directed to the library. He tries to find a particularly sturdy chair, or if nothing looks strong enough to hold him, he just stands.

 

[Bobitron]

Kira stands with excitement when you enter the room.

"Oh! Finally, someone is here!" Kira's face is lit up with a smile as bright as a sunrod. She straightens her dress and walks up to the new arrivals, waving a small, well-manicured hand in greeting. Looking up at the faces of her potential companions, she speaks with a voice full of hope.

"I'm Kira Fierken of Breland. Pleased to meet you. You all here to meet somebody about employment too?"

Kira stands at about three feet tall and can't weigh more than 30 pounds. She has the typical lean build of a Halfling combined with the soft skin and gentle look of someone accustomed to a life of luxury. She wears a delicate, wispy silken dress that is cut in the newest fashions of her homeland, and jewelry glitters from each of her hands and ears. Silver chain is wrapped around her waist in a fine belt that cinches the fabric tight against her. A small dagger hangs from the chain. A pair of large scroll cases hangs from a sturdy leather strap down to the small of her back along with a travel bag. Her hair, trimmed neatly to her shoulders, falls into her face often as the moves, and she rises a hand to brush it back during the conversation.

 

[Bront]

"Zandrick d'Lyrander at your service m'lady." The half-elf gives a slight bow to Kira. "It appears we're all at a loss then. Does anyone know who this captain is who's hiring?"

Zandrick has his long black hair loose at the moment. He is well dressed, but his clothing is functional as well as fashionable. His piercing blue eyes are lit with the fire of life, and his warming smile catches your eye. He has the air of an experienced sailor about him.

 

[Bobitron]

"Zandrick d'Lyrander at your service m'lady." The half-elf gives a slight bow to Kira. "It appears we're all at a loss then. Does anyone know who this captain is who's hiring?"

"I dunno, Zandrick. I got a note asking me to show up here, but I've been waiting for nearly an hour and a half!"

Kira slumps back into the chair.

"Anyone want some grapes? Cheese?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The nameless warforged shrugs. "Zandrick d'Lyrander, Kira Fierken of Breland, I greet you," he says in a rusty voice, carefully enuciating each syllable of the names. "I have no name, as I am searching for one to call myself. You may call me what you wish."

 

[Bobitron]

"You may call me what you wish."

"Whatyouwish? That's a silly name." Kira laughs at her joke. "Well, we need to call you something, don't you think?"

Looking curiously over the warforged hulking form, she walks up to the construct to examine it. The contrast in the size of the two is made even more evident as Kira gets closer.

"Any ideas, Zandrick?"

 

[Bront]

"Whatyouwish? That's a silly name." Kira laughs at her joke. "Well, we need to call you something, don't you think?"

Looking curiously over the warforged hulking form, she walks up to the construct to examine it. The contrast in the size of the two is made even more evident as Kira gets closer.

"Any ideas, Zandrick?"

"I don't know, but he told me the same thing in the carage too. Noname is a bit bland, but accurate at the moment. Hulk seems accurate, though perhaps a bit obvious. Perhaps Matte..." Zandrick ponders. "Or perhaps a name will come to you later. A name is some thing personal, and I'm sure when one comes to you, you'll know it when you hear it."

 

[Gez]

« What about, “Colleague” or “Comrade” since you'll be working with us? I am Nilos Gersen, but call me Nil for short if so you wish. I'm from here and there, like a feather carried by the winds -- a bladed, armored feather carried by the winds of opportunity, that is. »

Nil is still disguised as a young, blond human male. His eyes are a greyish green, his nose a bit pointy, and his hands move expressively when he talks. He wears a chain shirt and two scabbards that are placed like quivers, in his back.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I greet you Nilos Gersen. I think Hulk will work for now. When I find my true name, I will know it," the newly christened Hulk says.

 

[Bobitron]

"What about, 'Colleague' or 'Comrade' since you'll be working with us? I am Nilos Gersen, but call me Nil for short if so you wish."

"Hello, Nil!" She waves at him happily.

"Hulk it is." Kira smiles broadly up into the warforged's emotionless face.

"Now where is our host?"

 

[Gez]

« Hello there, little lass, charmed to meet you. Our host and would-be employer is probably planning on making his entrance fashionably late. In the meanwhile, he's no doubt observing us, trying to guess our strengths and whether we're tough enough for the job. I think we will be, for I have often seen that Lady Luck doesn't favor my enemies. »

 

[Bront]

"Aye, Hulk is a good fit for you. Perhaps you'll grow to like it as your true name. Or perhaps a more suiting one will come to you." Zandick smiles at Hulk.

« Hello there, little lass, charmed to meet you. Our host and would-be employer is probably planning on making his entrance fashionably late. In the meanwhile, he's no doubt observing us, trying to guess our strengths and whether we're tough enough for the job. I think we will be, for I have often seen that Lady Luck doesn't favor my enemies. »

"I'm sure he got a glimps in the tavern as well. He picked us for a reason. Hopefully we shall soon find out."

 

[Gomez]

As you talk among yourselves, a tall lanky man with a long face and black hair pulled back into a long pony tail strides into the room. He swings his gaze over you as if he was looking over a horse for sale. He wears a blue silk shirt and has a wide brimed hat. He throws the hat on a bust near the door and plops down into a chair.

"Greetings, I am Captain Pere Ovalo of the Storm Gull. Don't worry about introduc'n yourselves, I know who ye be. Please sit down. We can discuss the job I have for you all."