Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[Amaury]

"Hum.. that should do.." replies Johen when he is given the description.

"Can he read??" If the halfling is positive Johen will write a short message asking the cousin
to come to the gates. If not, he will propose to keep Highflyer circling around the cousin so
that someone can go and meet him.

He then walks to get behind the cart and hide himself a bit from the crowd.
He starts muttering words that the halflings cannot understand, quiet words before his hands
draw invisible signs in the air in front of him. He does again with a shorter prayer, different
words and different arm movements.

Then he turns to Highflyer and gently places him on his right arm. He starts 'talking' to the
bird. No whistling but words, words that no one but Highflyer understand. The hawk whistles
back to Johen, shakes his head a couple of times and springs forward flapping his wings
quickly to rise in the sky. Johen smiles kindly and bows his head slightly.

Johen follows the flight of Highflyer. The hawk climbs quickly and draws circles in the sky,
exploring the city beneath him...

"He's a good bird.. a great hunter.. but the task ahead may prove too difficult for him..."

[sblock=DM]Spot Cousin (+16+1 guidance) (1d20+17=33)[/sblock]

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

William and Estelle...

William and Estelle notice a hawk circling above. It slowly descends into a shadowy area across the way. Out of the shadows comes a voice, "Shoo birdy. Darned hawk eyes anway, you've completely ruined my hiding spot. Hrmph. What's this? A note? Oh my goodness, they're here!"

At that point a somewhat tall, for a halfling, fellow jumps out of the shadow in which he was cleverly hidden a moment before and does a little jig in the street, then heads toward the city gate, though he glances back at William and winks. The hawk flies off back beyond the gate.

Johen...

Highflyer is only gone a few minutes when he pops back over the gate and comes flying back. The note, written by Miraki and tied to Highflyer's leg by Johen, is gone when he perches once more on Johen's shoulder.

 

[Amaury]

"Look!.." warns Johen when he spots Highflyer gliding down before disapearing behind the walls.
"You cousin isn't far at all.. I'd say close to the gates actually! I'm impressed, Highflyer's done
really well!"

Memories then invade Johen's mind. He has visions of him and Herruwen, standing on the edge
of the Green Canyon in the High Forest, calling on the Forces of Nature to grant him his animal
companion. Herruwen spotted him first, flying high in the sky, circling around them before slowly
making his approach towards them, gracefully. Since then, it had been about developing the
relationship and patiently teaching him new tricks.

His mind suddenly switches back to reality when Johen spots Highflyer again reappearing from
behing the city walls. "Here he is!..." he says with a hint of relief.

He welcomes back his bird on his arm before placing him on his shoulder, saying a few words.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen could not feign indifference any longer, and he stood to watch the hawk's graceful landing. Although he could not make out details, that was no halfling who received it! As long as the small people held the traffic up, and tempers flared, he would have to bide his time. But once the line began to move, the ranger would have to try to reach the druid, lest he lose his prey in the teeming streets.

 

[Yttermayn]

'Assuming' that the centaur didn't say that of the druid.

He didn't.

"Thank you kindly Muzdum. Look!" Aohdan points. It looks like they are letting folks past this mass of shortfolk. A sudden flurry of motion startles Aohdan for a moment before he realizes it's just the druid loosing his hawk. Such events are commonplace for sylvan creatures and Aohdan's interest rapidly fades. "Lets get out of this crowd and into one of those taverns! I know what booze is!

 

[Arkhandus]

Alaric makes his way through the busy streets and finds the oddly-walking lady near the gates, apparently staring at the line of travelers, farmers, and traders that are trying to enter the city. He looks around a bit, wondering if there's anything important going on or any strange occurances.

A mummer's gang come to perform? A Thayvian delegate? Actual elves visiting perhaps? Hmm, doesn't seem like it, he thinks.

Alaric ignores the strange, chatty couple that eventually meander over here, and strolls around some townspeople to sit down near the gates, looking past the odd lady and down the line of people stuck outside, waiting to enter.

 

[shadowmask]

Soon after settling into her usual place across from the city guides, Corath notices a hawk wing over the gate and enter an alleyway. As she begins to turn her attention back to the mass of people attempting to enter the city, a taller than average halfling jumps out of the same alley just vacated by the hawk. Her head snaps unnaturally fast in his direction. She adopts a defensive crouch, alert for danger.

While he dances, she watches his short jig and bouncy step as if she were separating each movement from the movements that came before and come after. Once he makes his way past her, she relaxes and briefly scans the area for any other threats while trying to copy the halfling's brief dance. Seeing what appears to be a couple enjoying time in the shadows, Corath stills her movements and stares while she attempts to make out what they appear to be trying to hide.

 

[Voda Vosa]

I know what booze is!

"Tha's what Ah'm talkin' about mate! On our way then" says Muzdum, winking his eyes. The promise of booze to come make his smile even wider. "Dwarf comin' through! Step aside!" he says as he forced himself foward, to the gates.

 

[Amaury]

Johen stays with the halfling clan, not sure whether they're friends, but at least they seem to
procure a level of safety with their number. And, he is now interested to discover who
that cousin is and why he was not there.

However, he notices that the centaur is moving ahead with a dwarf through the gates and
worries he will lose him in the city. "Err, let's join your cousin at the gates, my friends!" he says
to the halflings.

 

[Yttermayn]

As Aohdan headed toward the city gate, his eye caught on the woman standing there when her head whipped around to follow the hawk. "So odd..." he comments to Muzdum. "Her movements remind me of the jerky way a bird moves."