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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

"Alex”

Alexander Grey

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♦ Time: Chapter 3 - Day 2 - Evening
♦ Location: Left field at the ball park
♦ Interaction: @PrinceAlexus
Link to Alexander’s character bio.

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Alex had a handful of Marlin Signatures, the left side of the field being dugout for the visiting team. There was a cute child in the seat next to him, which was helping get the signatures. He pulled a second ball out of his coat pocket, from early batting practice, and added it to the cup for the child. He was fairly sure that the players were more than happy to keep the fans happy. With the talk of someone bringing in a professional team, everyone would be told to make sure this was a good experience.

It didn't take long for security to finally come and talk with him. While technically he wasn't throwing things on the field, they technically considered it a safety risk. The funny part, to Alexander, a few others were throwing balls and pens down to the players. His, at least, was controlled.

Alexander noticed Captain "Mali", She had flown him out to a ship that needed a repair. He had been in his wet suit with his equipment. She was able to get him close to the ship but the freighter wasn't large enough to land on. She got him close to the ship, but the static electricity from the flight, the exhaust, and most of all rotors was enough to keep her from safely dropping him off on the ship. This is why ships that handle rotary winged vehicles have special equipment and requirements to deal with the problem. Alexander ended up exiting the aircraft and plunging into the water with his oxygen tank and gear. He got the feeling that Mali preferred landing before letting people out of the air craft. His dad would say, "Young and dumb will get you paid. But not to be stupid." Going and welding underwater was dumb, a smart person would do something else. Because of that it paid well.

His business school classes started to impact the enjoyment of the game. He started thinking about overhead and profit margins. When he starting thinking about Baseball analytics and how much, even the peanuts, the semi-pro players were making each time they came to bat. He decided he needed a different distraction. He decided at the 7th inning stretch, he would walk around the stadium to say hello to the two women.

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

The sleepy little village started to come alive as Brom headed out. The few farmers started to head to their fields or animals. The carpenter had a crew with him and a old wagon full of lumber and shingles heading for the old house. A few of the young boys were with him, sleepily riding in the back of the wagon.

As Brom approached the water front, he noticed that his rock flinging rat was tailing him again. Behind him a few buildings, far enough that if the boy need to run if the need arose. The boy was about as obvious as a torch on a moonless night, but he was trying.

On the waterfront two small boats were anchored, they were large enough to handle some light to medium cargo or sailors taking leave. One was heading out with three men on an errand so some type, probably fishing.

On the other side of the river, to the north, sat the tanners house and shop. He, his wife, and a couple children were busy with the start of the day. Two young women and four teenage girls were near the mouth of the river. A teenage boy leaned against the wall of a building watching the girls slacking from some errand he was suppose to be doing. As Brom walked past one of the houses, he heard the sound of a bobbin shuttle and the thump of the beater. A young girl was at a stone grinding wheat and oats to make a course flour. The brew master was doing a similar process but with two heavy stones that were being slid back and forth.

The shoe maker nodded, to Brom as he passed, he was working on a pair of leather boots, functional but not very ornate. Around some of the houses were small gardens. Root vegetables were grow, peas and beans, squashes of different types. Most of the farms had a couple cows, some sheep or goats. Small grains were being grown oats, barley, and wheat. Another farmer had planted, what looked to be, apple trees near the woods. They were about four feet in height and there was about nine of them. At the sawmill two men used a double bladed push-pull saw to rough cut boards from the logs, an older man was sharpening the teeth of another saw with a file. Up the hill a little way sat two small temples, nothing really more than stone building. One was to the goddess of protection and fertility and the other was to the sea god. Both were young and fairly new to their roles, the priestess was very pregnant and talking with the two midwifes in town.

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

Abbot Andrew

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Andrew rose to the sound of the carpenter and his crew pounding nails and shingles into the roof and the sound of orders being barked. Letters were brought in for the Abbot. Most were mundane items, the note from the Harbor Master gave him a little pause, and another was a request to have title to part of the coves costal property. On the souther part of the bay about three lots past the current edge of the town to about where the break-wall would go.

Andrew thought it was an absurd request to make. The name was on the request was Birgitta. A lot maybe, but it took three minutes to walk that far.

He sorted the items into stacks. Things he had to deal with, things that Master Brom could deal with - offers for building materials, supplies, work, then things that the captain and his scribe could deal with. His stack was the shortest. It contained nothing.

The tailor brought a bundle to the Abbot. The clothing was simple but well made. There were a few hidden pockets in the cloak and the trousers. The cloak could be reversed and turned inside out giving it four different looks. He put it on with the off white side out. He put the dark suit on, it was light and fit well. Then he put on his robes.

Andrew called for one of the guards and his scribe. He told them about master Brom’s idea of a census with free beer as an attraction. He suggested that they also buy honey candy for children and if need be, suggest that a two silver fine be placed on any that don’t come, if it absolutely came to that. He told the captain to use the guards and hire a rider or two to go to the outer farm. If one of the woodsmen had an extra deer or two, to buy it and they would make this more of a festival mood.

Talia’s mother came with breakfast and the supplies. She gave Andrew the same scowl that she gave him as a child. The goods were exchanged and monetizes changed hands. She laughed when she saw the jeweled sword and dagger. Andrew strapped it on along with the dagger. He learned that Birgitta was the acting head of the Golden Tooth. She was having a hard time keeping control of the guild. Many of them did their own thing till she would come up with something big.

The drug trade that was going on was causing tension because it was bringing in higher amounts of money and the family running it had no use for the guild. They were paying the Harbor Master with gold coins to turn a blind eye to their operations. She told him that His engineer has been getting friendly with one of them yesterday.

Arrangements were made to have the census taken at the tavern. The thieves would meet in the back room later this evening. Andrew was planning to have one of those high ugly back chairs set on a table and he would hold court over them. Or at least he planned too.

The Right of Dragons

Ashley Cahlam Bale

Location: Winged Commanders Keep
Mentions: None
Character Sheet

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A loud shout of a Sergeant woke Ashley from a nap that she was having near one of the dragons. She had been working hard for the last couple days helping the keep prepare for the ceremony. The Dragon’s would claim their partners. It was exciting time. She had been at the keep for a couple weeks and had befriended a few of the dragons. But she wasn’t going to be picked. That was for those who had been training that really knew the dragons.

As the perpetrations for the ceremony were going on, many of the trainees and Dragons were fussing about things, wanting them to be perfect. Sadly, when Ashley had completed her apprenticeship with Master Korgan, she thought her days of taking orders were over. She was a journeywoman and knew the basics of her craft and was ready to set out and start her own shop. She ended up here at the Keep, conscripted to the crown they called it. In her mind it was like getting married to a drunken brawler without the love. Now being new, she was, um, ordered about by just about everyone. The dragons wanted this. The trainees wanted that. Harness, tack, packs, and straps needed to be repaired or replaced. Yelling, yelling, yelling! Ashley combed the straw out her hair and then with a yawn she stretched and rose. She had not even seen the Queen yet.

The sergeant yelled again and Ashley turned and approached the man. He did what all sergeants do to new recruits. As the man turned red in the face and yelled more, barking orders and explaining the way things were going to be. Ashley started to tear up and she could feel the emotions bubbling in her. But, the stoker dragon she had been resting with leaned it head over her shoulder and blew mucus out its nose. The sergeant was covered from head to foot with the stuff. Ashley tried not to laugh, honestly. She bit her tongue. She pinched herself. But when the dragon spoke into their heads telling the Sergeant to be quiet she was trying to take a nap. Ashley laughed. For her troubles, Ashley had got to wash his uniform and polish his leathers. When she saw some broken gear in his locker, she picked up the pieces. With no on watching, she let the magic flow through her into the items healing the broken pieces and rejoining the parts.

Ashley did not know where the magic came from. What she could do was passed down from her grandmother and she worked hard to keep the magic hidden. Telling people she could mend some things and or heal would make her an outcast. The magic tended to make people uncomfortable. The magic was probably why the Sergeant had picked her out of all the new recruits to spend most of the days yelling at her. The dragons on the other hand didn’t care. When she had used magic, most people tended to stay away from her and she hoped it would be true for the Sergeant.

From the hall came a shout, “Ashley!” Gear needed to be made ready and polished for the ceremony and dragons needed to be fed. She would make as much of it shine as she could and try to stay out of the way of the officers and trainees, and of course the sargent.

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

Abbot Andrew

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Andrew nodded. He liked the idea of exploring the country.
"How about we let the Captain and the Scribe handle the census, with the free beer?" Andrew said. Thinking that at least a handful of the people in town wanted him dead or gone.
"I think tomorrow during the day would good day for that," Andrew said. His mind raced thinking that it would he helpful to be able to put names to the thieves he was going to encounter tomorrow evening. "Our dear King will want taxes at some point too," he said.
"The day after, we'll head up to the mine. We could ride up and back in one of the wagons. But we would probably end up spending the night there." he said. He would ride his horse, but not in the rain and not on rough ground.

ooc

Okay to jump to the next day? Good job getting out of paying for the beer too. :) Weather - unseasonably hot and sunny, wind from the northwest. Pigeon comes in saying a ship will be coming in the next two to four days.

The Right of Dragons

Ashley Cahlam Bale

character

Age
23
Gender
Female
New or Been in Training
New
Other
Ashley is the middle child of nine children. Her parents died a few years ago in a fire.
She is trained to be a leather worker and completed her apprenticeship to become a journeywoman. She was originally brought into the service to work leather for harnesses and saddles.

She has some magical talents towards healing and mending.

Tazjurn

Dragon

Class of Dragon
Tidal
Gender of Dragon
Male
Strengths

• Very fast swimmer
• Water breathing
• Able to fly, but prefers to stay near water.

Weaknesses

• Drys out when out of the water too long or in high heat
• Not the fastest flyer.

Strength and Weakness:

• Territorial
• Temperamental

Other
Tazjurn is still a young dragon (thing hormonal teenager) that wants to prove himself.

The Right of Dragons

Ashley Cahlam Bale

character

Age
23
Gender
Female
New or Been in Training
New
Other
Ashley is the middle child of nine children. Her parents died a few years ago in a fire.
She is trained to be a leather worker and completed her apprenticeship to become a journeywoman. She was originally brought into the service to work leather for harnesses and saddles.

She has some magical talents towards healing and mending.

Tazjurn

Dragon

Class of Dragon
Tidal
Gender of Dragon
Male
Strengths

• Very fast swimmer
• Water breathing
• Able to fly, but prefers to stay near water.

Weaknesses

• Drys out when out of the water too long or in high heat
• Not the fastest flyer.

Strength and Weakness:

• Territorial
• Temperamental

Other
Tazjurn is still a young dragon (thing hormonal teenager) that wants to prove himself.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

"Alex”

Alexander Grey

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♦ Time: Chapter 3 - Day 2 - Evening
♦ Location: Left field at the ball park
♦ Interaction:
Link to Alexander’s character bio.

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Alexander had a busy weekend. On top of the school assignments that were due, he got a call from the mayor frantic to have his boat repaired. It was a 65' Cris-craft flying bridge with Twin Detroit Diesels and enough polished wood and brass (brightworks) to blind you at sunrise or sunset. Three of the Carvel Planking had been broken by the steel of the submarine.

Like many of the boats of that day, the wood had to be ordered, then steamed and bent, fitted, caulked, cured, and finally painted. The wood of the hull was a hard wood. There was a specialty mill in California that would cut the boards to the right width. He ordered four boards about twice the length the needed and a 1/32” thicker and wider than the original wood. A little sanding would make it fit perfectly into place. Wood swells when it is wet and if he fit the pieces when they were still hot from the steam, they would go in tight then swell to the right size. Alexander had used a rotary saw to cut the center of the boards and a prying bar to get them out. Now he waited. After a day of working on both of boats that were in the dock, he was ready to go have some fun.

Opening day at the ball park sounded great! Half price food sounded better. Putting on last years team shirt with number 42, the MVP for the club. He headed out to get a good seat out in left field. He was heading there early enough to watch both teams take batting practice and would try to get signatures. A out fielders glove, pencil, sun screen, a hat, kite string around the pencil, a little roll of electrical tape, a couple good sharpies, and a plastic up from the concession stand. He could troll players out warming up in the outfield. Being semi-pro, these guys were more likely to sign, grateful to have fans that hoped they made it to the big time.

He got a seat down near the fence ready to catch any balls from batting practice that came his way.

Pigeon Spit: A medieval fantasy story.

Abbot Andrew

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Andrew laughed and said, “Every captain needs a hat. It is for when you have a plan to deal with the wrecks. Engineers always need block and tackle and ropes too. From what I’ve been told there a lot of uses for them.” He wanted to say the ropes were for tying up the Claws and the Teeth, but he knew that was going to need to be a negotiated peace. His first thought was to just kill off the current leaders and take control, but fear was not his style of leadership. Well, maybe assassination was more correctly not his style of leadership. Fear could be useful. The thought of walking with with four dire wolves seemed to be a tempting negotiation starting point.

“Yes, they had a massively ugly cannon. Normally used to fight pirates, but they have a tendency to explode and kill crew members,” Andrew said, “I was told they tend to be about as dangerous as the pirates.”

Andrew pointed out his writing on the wall and the trouble he was having with this. You needed people to make the buildings you needed to get people and buildings to get the people. He wondered about capturing a slave ship to get some laborers. If they got lucky, some might be skilled. He did not think the bank would afford buying slaves and financing them would be paramount to treason. Let along the Scribe and the Captain would probably have him in irons for the whole mess. But, helping a few escape might be okay.

"So, where do you want to start and what do we need?" he asked the engineer.

The Girl From the Forbidden Kingdom

Robert Philip Ball

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Robert brought the food into the room to find his guest sitting. He smiled at her closing the door behind him with a food. “Hello,” He said as he set the tray of food down on a table then moved a smaller table towards her, “If you give me a moment. I will set a table for you.”

He set a proper setting for her. It was more utensils than anyone needed, but he wanted to make a good impression. He then went filled a pitcher with warm water for washing ones hand and face, grabbed a basin, washcloth, and a hand towel if she wanted. Then he placed them and the food on the table for her.
“Please feel free,” He said gesturing for her not to be shy.