Fiya

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Maybe it was the fresh air, or perhaps the fact she was finally somewhat free, but Res was feeling particularly gracious and social today.

She had requested a horse, and quickly decided afterward that she found the beasts smelly and temperamental. Her horse seemed to have a very obvious problem with excessive flatulence, and seemed to enjoy spitting up cud, which she wasn't quite sure horses were supposed to do.

After the thirtieth or so explosion from the beast's behind, she decided to break the awkward silence by communicating with her state appointed companion. A youngish Dwarven woman, with a chiseled jaw and large square forehead. She had been intensely silent, minus the heavy breathing.

"Once we're far enough away from everything, you can just leave you know. Jana? That's your name right? Anyway, I won't tell I promise." Res stared intently into Jana's eyes, trying very hard not to ogle her unnaturally shaped face.

The Dwarven woman squeaked and looked absolutely mortified, "I would never! I always do my duty!"

Res shrugged and opened her mouth to say something else, trying her absolute hardest not to be rude, alas she really couldn't think of anything. So in true Elven gutter rat fashion, she quickly swung her attention elsewhere.

Spotting the Orc, Res urged her horse up to him and tapped him on the shoulder with her fishing spear, "Tell me mister, what did you do to get caught by these losers?"

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Should we interact now or wait for the time skip?

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

@Fiya

If you want to make your own escort character, feel free! Otherwise, there's just going to be a handful of nameless NPC's (with a few created by me) that will accompany the party.

@Stern Algorithm

Ok cool, thanks! Do we need to make a mini character page for our escort or can we just describe them as we write responses? I left my escort vague originally but I'll flesh them out a bit more as we RP more.

Also can we try and interact with the others through responses now or should we wait until further story progression?

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Hey, I was wondering do we create and design our own escort or are they designed by the GM?

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Rehsif shrugged and took her leave, she had no intention of convincing anyone to do anything and resigned herself to tagging along with whoever made the strongest argument, or biggest scene.

As she had no choice but to go along on this quest, she'd try and prevent it from burdening her thoughts for as long as possible. Ignoring problems didn't usually make them go away but at least you didn't have to waste energy on them until you were cornered.

The escort scuttling behind her was an annoying presence so she made the intention of ignoring them completely.

Time to see what everyone else thinks... she thought to herself, wondering where and when they could possibly meet.

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Rehsif thought on Councilor Gudrun's information before offering a quick nod of affirmation. The list, which was extensive, included things on some of the cities she had never heard of. Res appreciated the matter of fact tone and, from what she could tell, fairly objective dictum of information. She had always thought of herself as well traveled, but judging by the information she had just heard she was clearly not.

She'd also had few dealings with Dwarves and always assumed them to be a greedy, temperamental people. Whether or not this were true, at least Councilor Gudrun seemed to function otherwise. This quick assessment of character put Rehsif at a bit more ease, though she was far from feeling safe.

"I'm familiar with Hosumar's supposed blessings." Res said nonchalantly, trying to sound at least a bit cultured. She scooped up the coins and unceremoniously dumped them in her bag, "I've spent time with the Merfolk, and I am most comfortable at sea."

Tying up her bag she again crammed it at her feet, "However... based on the information you've given me, I would assume attending to the Dwarven city first would be most practical."

Rehsif pulled the map closer, tapping on the location of Thromburg, "We'll need equipment and supplies to liberate cities, so it only makes sense we go there first. Who makes the final decision on this matter?"

For all her posturing and pretend arrogance, Rehsif was entirely unsure of herself at this moment, she truly did not know if going to Thromburg first was a good idea, but it was the best she had, and she'd be damned if she let her insecurity show.

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Res watched with barely bridled annoyance as her escort scuttled out of the room, she despised manipulative people, even over stupid little incidents like this. Looking back at Gudrun, she wasted no time in getting to the point, "I'm sure everyone feels the same way about their city."

The fact that the appointed escort was a liar, and how opportunely the Dwarven councilor decided to take advantage of the situation made Rehsif wary of the Dwarf's agenda, however it was true she had little to no opinion on who she wanted to help first. So she took a seat in front of Gudrun's desk and made sure to tuck her bag by her feet, her coin wasn't leaving her sight again if she had any say in it.

"I'd also like to put in a formal request to have my missing money returned. It was ten silvers I had that went missing."

Res scratched at the scars on her chin, such a long stay in the dungeon left her feeling very itchy, "And as to why, or who, or what I need to do. Just give me a list and I'll do my best, or tell you if I can't. I don't need any other explanations."

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Res rushed to the barracks, still filthy from her stay in the dungeons, she didn't own much but she wanted to make sure her stuff was still there. She spotted her fishing spear and grabbed it, forgoing the other weapons in the room as she wouldn't know how to use them anyway. She was keen to find her overcoat and shoulder bag, which she spotted haphazardly piled among the other confiscated things, as she lifted it she noticed it was significantly lighter than it was before, "Drats." She muttered, pulling the bag open, sure enough, her coin was missing. She scrounged around and pulled out the molding letter form her uncle, no one would bother taking it anyway but she wanted to make sure it was still there, she needed it for later.

Pulling the bag over her shoulder, she dropped the coin she'd been given in the outside pocket.

Heading back to the accommodations they had given her, she locked the door and proceeded to scrub herself clean, it was hard getting old crap and dirt out of her pockmarked skin, but she managed. She supposed they must have some sort of laundry service, but she didn't bother, she was used to hand washing her clothing and she was used to sleeping in damp cloth.

Dusting off her overcoat she threw it on, she was colder than normal and wanted to hurry up and get the talking with the councilmen out of the way. The faster she was done with whatever this mission was, the faster she could get back to her own life, or at least she hoped so.

She had no opinion on who to help first so she decided she'd go with the representative closest to her room.

Res looked around, hoping to spot someone who could point her in the right direction.

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

I was gonna try to meet up with Lanz, but I think if we meet up and shake down a councilor that sounds good!

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Rehsif glanced around the room and couldn't help roll her eyes, yet another example of the decadence of rich folk. How many people could they feed with the cost this building incurred on a yearly basis? A lot she wagered.

The booming voices of the statues blasted through her mind, triggering a headache. Dehydration and sleeping on a stone floor was almost as bad as being hungover, at least she thought it was.

Facing the Council of Light, she barely listened to anything they had to say, her head was throbbing and she was starving.

All she knew was that she'd somehow managed to survive this long, and that was something to be grateful for.

The Mer Admiral commanded the others to speak, the Chicken Man seemed annoyed at the statues as well, and the Orc looked like he wanted to break something... or take a large dump. She couldn't really tell.

When it came time for her to speak, she opened her mouth but nothing came out, clearing her throat, she tried again, "Uhrm... If I can get a shower and... and some water, I'm up for anything." She looked around at the large statues, "Also those statues are a bit loud, if they could lower their voices a bit... I have a headache." She swallowed, her dry throat sticking together.