Tales of the Grey Coast (IC)

[Phoenix8008]

Roxanne, F Human Soulknife

OOC: Sorry about my lateness, somehow I saw the post about the RG thread but missed the IC thread. Otherwise I would have been posting here from day one. P.S.- I'll take Teal for my color. No spoons here, I do battle with Sporks!

Roxanne wanders aimlessly through the street and into the square full of vendors and shops. The morning sun is strong and the day promises to be a hot one. Luckily her chain shirt is light and her left arm is used to carrying the weight of her shield. going down to one knee suddenly, she tilts her head so that she can see behind her back the way she came. Anybody following? Anybody moving quickly away, trying not to be seen? she asks herself.

Standing again, she walks forward just in time to hear a crash off to her left. Quickly scanning for a threat, she sees that it was just a vendor dropping a crate. Shaking her head at her own foolishness, she suddenly notices another who seemed to react strangley to the sudden noise. A human woman, not much older than herself? I guess there is no crime in being nervous and high strung though, at least I hope there is not. she thinks to herself.

Oh, what am I doing here?! she wonders for probably the 30th time since getting up this morning. Don't you remember? she answers herself in jest. This place is just another step away from home and those who would ...who would...not understand. she finishes without much conviction.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Hedowin

Somewhat fascinated by the small gnome, he has trouble keeping from staring at her hair.He decides it may be bad form to throw a book at a gnome with a follicle problem, especially if she is real.

"Well met, Caramip, as my friend here, Felix, mentioned, I am Hedowin." He then spots the raven hopping in and out of her hair,"I see we share a fondness for ravens - delightful creatures -- the one over there on top of the bookcase is my Ebony."

"I did see a few tomes that mentioned summoning a few aisles over, near the picture of Jarru -- oh, but they might have been regarding elementals, I can't remember exactly."

"To be honest, I've been looking high and low for the journal of this fellow Crioset, but alas, my search has been fruitless to this point."

"I'm almost spent for the morning, I ran out of the house so quickly, I forgot to eat a proper breakfast, and now my belly is reminding me. Anyone care to join me outside -- I heard the starfruit have just come into season -- I was going to pick up some, along with some bread and soup, and take lunch."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Quork, Ebony, Ebony, Quork. Now don't quarrel you two!" she says with a grin, waving off her familiar to go introduce itself to the other. Jarru would probably howl about any shed feathers, but Jarru also rarely sweeps the floor.

At Ferrix's comment about the summoning arts, Caramip lights up.

"Really? Fascinating subject! I haven't come across any books of it per se, but I'm always looking for them. I rather like the diversity of the various creatures; something for every situation! I don't summon them myself you know, I work with the elements in their raw form, but I do so enjoy watching a master at work. What's your favorite creature to summon?"

Almost in the same breath, Caramip turns to Hedowin as well.

"Well, I was just poking around in here, but I certainly wouldn't mind a break for a bit of refreshment. Say, do you know you're wearing a nightshirt?"

 

[PhoenixAsh]

The street wizards are an interesting spectacle, and the plum in her mouth is a pleasant distraction. Jenna scrapes it against her teeth, prying all of the rich pulpy fruit off the seed. The twin diversions take her mind off her nerves and she strolls aimlessly through the market square. Checking the seed over with her tongue, she’s satisfied she’s cleaned away all the fruit. Turning her head, she spits out the seed.

She nearly hits Roxanne’s foot with it. She looks up sharply, and immediately sees the woman’s armor and shield.

“Oh! I’m sorry officer, I didn’t see – ah, didn’t mean…” she squints a little, unconsciously leaning back. “You’re not part of the Guard, are you.” She laughs nervously, “I’m sorry, I should be more careful. I didn’t hit you did I?”

 

[Phoenix8008]

Lost in thought, Roxanne continued walking around at random. Seeing the street wizards but not really watching, only paying enough attention to her surroundings to not bump into people as they walk by. Until her reverie is suddenly broken as someone spits something onto her boot! "What the...?" she starts before the other woman speaks.

“Oh! I’m sorry officer, I didn’t see – ah, didn’t mean…” she squints a little, unconsciously leaning back. “You’re not part of the Guard, are you.” She laughs nervously, “I’m sorry, I should be more careful. I didn’t hit you did I?”

"You did actually. But no harm done, and no I'm not with the Guard. Just a traveler passing through Greyport. My name is Roxanne." she responds with a mild pleasantness. This is the nervous woman I saw before...

 

[PhoenixAsh]

"You did actually. But no harm done, and no I'm not with the Guard. Just a traveler passing through Greyport. My name is Roxanne." she responds with a mild pleasantness.

"Jenna. Nice to meet you. Passing through, huh? Great place isn't it, what with the heat and people spitting seeds on your boots.." she smiles. "Here I'll make it up to you," she produces another plum from her belt pouch and holds it out to the woman. "Or at least give you the chance to extend the favor to someone else's shoes."

“Did you come in by ship? Travelling. That sounds great. I’ve been stuck here too long.” Her tone is wistful, as if travel were a fantastic luxury.

 

[Nazhkandrias]

Felix looks at Caramip, casually removing his glasses to polish off a speck of dust that had settled onto one of the lenses. "Ah, a manipulator of the forces of nature. A respectable art, and a powerful one, at that. A wise choice, to utilize the hidden energy that permeates us and the world around us. Pity we take it for granted so often. Personally, I delve into more... otherworldly powers. There is significantly more risk, dealing with such beings as those that hail from the Outer Planes, but it is not without its rewards."

Felix places the glasses back onto his face, brushing off the spot on his robe that he had used for polishing as he does so. "I wouldn't describe the type of creatures that I most often deal with as a 'favorite'. If fact, they can be rather unsavory, at times." Felix pauses for a moment, a reflective look in his eyes as he fishes for words. "Perhaps instead of thinking in terms of 'favoritism', thinking in terms of 'effectiveness' would be more relevant to the situation." Felix gives a faint smile as he quickly scans the shelves a final time. "Few find the Lower Planes to be a pleasant place."

Felix glides to the door, saying nothing more of the matter. He squints in the sunlight, having been cooped up in the bookstore for a time, now. "I wouldn't mind a light meal. There is nothing else that I require of this establishment at the time, and I haven't had fresh starfruit in what seems like an eternity. Shall we retire for a brief luncheon?"

 

[Phoenix8008]

"Jenna. Nice to meet you. Passing through, huh? Great place isn't it, what with the heat and people spitting seeds on your boots.." she smiles. "Here I'll make it up to you," she produces another plum from her belt pouch and holds it out to the woman. "Or at least give you the chance to extend the favor to someone else's shoes."

“Did you come in by ship? Travelling. That sounds great. I’ve been stuck here too long.” Her tone is wistful, as if travel were a fantastic luxury.

"Travelling is fun, for a while. But when it's all you're doing and you have no home to return to it's not so much fun anymore Jenna." She says as she accepts the plum from her new acquaintance. "No ship. I've been walking for a long time so your seed is far from the worst thing I've had on these boots." Taking a bite out of the plum, the juice runs out over her lips and down her chin. "Mmmmmm..."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Almost in the same breath, Caramip turns to Hedowin as well.

"Well, I was just poking around in here, but I certainly wouldn't mind a break for a bit of refreshment. Say, do you know you're wearing a nightshirt?"

The wizard stops, looks down, and notices that he is wearing his normal trousers, but forgot to take off his nightshirt.

"Egads, where was my mind this morning?" He says aloud,"Oh well, hopefully you don't mind my nuevo clothing style."

He begins to tuck his nightshirt into his breeches, thinking that people will think he is simply wearing in a tucked in tunic.

To Felix,"I still don't understand what good can come from summoning demons and devils and such. They are always out to trick people, and they are terribly cunning. But to each their own."

"Now that I am somewhat more socially correct in my appearance, let us begone from this place at this point, there are fresh starfruit and quince outside with our names on them." He points to Ebony, who jumps off his perch on top of the bookcase, where he was conversing in basic terms with Quork, and alights upon Hedowin's shoulder.

He then leads the three outside to one of the fruit merchants who have the starfruit prominently displayed.

"Good sir, we are in the need of some of your wonderful starfruit and quince. Please name your price."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Caramip purses her lips slightly at Felix's comments, and pauses to wait while Quork perches himself back atop her hair tower.

"Hmm... A rather dangerous route, don't you think? Then again, you sound fair comfortable with the summoning of such slippery creatures. They are often far more trouble than they're worth, unless you're seeking things of a particular bent. Are you bending, Felix?" she asks a bit less brightly.

She continues the conversation as Hedowin fixes his clothes and walks them out of the shop and to the vicinity of fruit and pie.

Quork looks at the starfruit and gives a small caw of longing, though Caramip shakes her head enough to get his attention and sharply stabs her finger in a "no-no" gesture. With a sigh, the raven settles back on his perch.