The Psionicle, Part XI

[The Forsaken One]

I assume this is an Inn of some sorts. Jansson care to accompagny me? Don't like going about on my own when I dont have to. Allthough I'm a big girl We meet here again in an hour or 2?

 

[Jarval]

"Certainly, I'll be glad to take a tour of the city." Jansson smiles at Ruth. He's somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer number of people surrounding him, Cara'nor being an order of magnitude larger than any other settlement he's seen before.

"Although I would suggest we find stabling for the horses. The streets are a little busy for our mounts to make easy progress."

 

[Zhure]

Osius

"Wow, an airship. That'd be far superior to ol' Snack here," Osius says, slapping his horse on the neck. "I'm all for the airship idea."

 

[The Forsaken One]

But about the Temple funds? I've bought some equipment back at Garanasseur but not quite all of what I would like to carry. Are there a couple of hundred gold coins or something that might rival that value I could take and spend? Next time we encounter Jirlai, and I'm quite sure we'll be seeing him again soon I'd like to have some nasty surprises for him.

 

[GnomeWorks]

So Jansson and Ruth are going to take a look around... what's everyone else doing?

 

[Zhure]

Osius

Osius wanders around, specifically looking to see one of these 'airships' he's heard about but never seen before.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Jansson, Ruth

As you wait, a young human boy notices you looking towards the inn across the street. He dashes inside, and after a moment returns, and heads for you.

"'scuse me!" He says, in a young, excited voice. "Would ya like me ta take yer horses? We have stables just 'round tha side!"

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Osius

You walk through the city streets (OoC: Presumably leaving Snack with the others to find stabling? If you don't, your progress will be slowed slightly, but other than that it doesn't appear that there would be any problems), taking in the sights. And what sights they are... the vast variety of colors and examples of culture is overwhelming. Though the majority of people and things here are native to Kahasal, there is a significant amount that isn't.

People walk past you, nodding slightly or ignoring you altogether. Eventually, you find yourself at a four-way intersection; a small sign stands nearby, written in several languages, one of which is Common.

Southwest -- South Gate, Merchant Quarter
Northeast -- Airdocks, Seaport
Northwest -- Residential
Southeast -- Hall of the Council

Each of the four roads at the intersection leads in the direction of one of the indicated locations on the sign.

 

[Jarval]

"Thank you lad, that would be most kind." Jansson says to the boy. He dismounts, and hands his horse's reins to the now taller than him young human.

 

[Creamsteak]

Animus trails along with the others, watching carefully for anyone that may be observing his comrades, even most casually. He returns with angry stares anyone who would be so bold as to look at his face.

"I will wait for now, but we must have haste. I desire to find our enemies once again, whether in a dungeon or in the air..."

 

[Zhure]

Osius

Osius, having left his 'trusty' steed behind with the others, wanders until he spies the sign indicating the airdocks. To the Northeast, he thinks, I wonder if there's some magical or psionic significance to their choice.