Tale of the Clueless - Chapter 1: On the Seas of Air [IC Thread]


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'I'll tell him later. Its not often youcatch me when im not busy. Tell, me, you enjoying the trip so far? I can bet you a dozen larvae you've never spied anything so beautiful before.'
 

While the others were away, Idim had been spending more time practicing moving in the air. One can never be too prepared...

As the others returned, the Shaaryan girl paid attention to Mir's conversation with Beni. "Derrick," she awkwardly pauses a moment, having no surname to customarily add, "has invited us to his cabin to drink with him. He is probably already there." With that, Idim waits for the others before going there herself.
 

With the open invitation to partake in off duty libations, Terrathoin informs those immediately adjacent to his person he is heading below and wastes no time joining Derrick, "I've got a full waterskin of bub to contribute this evening. Wet your throat and fill our brain-box with stories of grand adventure." With practised hands, his waterskin is out and filling mugs before pouring into his own stein.
 


'Ah good to have another dwarf down here for once!' Derrick takes his mug and begins drinking, sporadcially biting on a biece of brick-hard bread in between gulps.

'This is good, he says taking another gulp of the bub, 'It's been a tough few months for us, looking for that damned Hammer. I though our problems were over when the gnomes of Tradegate handed her over... but it seems not, eh? Weeks we'd spend in the outlands, following lead after lead. Luckily the Sheikh was kind enough to provide us with guides, translators, guards and scholars; but the Outlands is a dangerous place and we lost many of them to natural damgers and attacks from the natives - Khaastas; dangerous creatures, they was.'

'Well here we are now, my assistant of three decades dead, and the Hammer in our hands. For what? For those damn Marytrs to come waltzing in asking for it. And they just expect us to hand it over? They must be barmy, i tell you. Beni is a good man, make no mistake, though he is loyal to the point of self-harm - he will deliver the Hammer to Beni no matter what. But I imagine he'll ask teh Sheikh for aid in the Martyrs' cause.'
 

Drota also ducks down below, certainly willing for a good mug of ale amidst all the philosophy flying around. "Something worries me. You got the hammer in the Outlands, you said the gnomes handed it over, after you searched and searched and died for it. Then the man with the armor shows in the Outlands. Was the hammer given to you so the man with the armor could do as he wished?"
 

Derrick shrigs as though the matter did not concern him directly. 'As far as i know the hamemr was picked up Somehwere in Arcadia (or Fortitude, the Arcadian Gatetown) by artefact dealers: Mercanes, i think. And if a remember Beni's boring history lesson, i think it had been in Acheron for many years before that.'

'The mercanes took the weapon to Bytopia in their travels. We encountered them in the Outlands on their way someplace else and they told us of the hammer, so we went to Tradegate, wher eit had found itself in the hands of Gnome dealers.'

'I think the fact that this blood the Martyrs are looking for happened to operate in the Outlans is coincidece. After Sigil itself, the Outlands is the hub of the Multiverse, where cutters from all walks of life eventually find themselves. There could be more to it than that, but as Beni says, we'll worry about that Portal when we walk into it,'
he says, emptuing his mug. He poures himself some more, offering some to the others if they want.
 

'I doubt those gnomes there knew much of the weapons' background or its apparent ocnnection with the armour this figure wears (even we didnt know that dark until the Martyrs told us). They're just merchants and traders, doing their job. I suppose if we had to know we could go back to the market in Tradegate, try to find them.'
 

Ah yes, I'm sure the Martyrs would love to take another diversion after we're already making them wait a fortnight and gold as is. Their first officer's on edge looking to take it by force, and he and a good portion of their crew are looking for any sort of provocation on our part for them to do so. Mir drinks, but sparingly. She wanted her faculties somewhat in order in case their present situation grew dicey. In point of actual fact she could go for a cup of coffee.
 

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