IC - Into the Void - D&D 5E Spelljammer

[TheOctopus]

An old spelljammer, recognizably of Quelyan construction, sails the void toward a mile-long asteroid, shimmering faintly in the dim glow from the sun. The Bent Penny, recently recovered from a somewhat less-than-reputable inheritor, approaches The Rock, one of the rare permanent settlements in the Chain of Tears.

After several weeks of navigating the system, supplies aboard The Bent Penny are running low. Even the highest quality beans can get distasteful after a while, and what's left in the ship's cellar was never the highest quality.

"Land ho," grumbles the current look out, quartermaster Allrock. The bald dwarf has been cranky, having run out of cheap gnomish whiskey several days before.

"Guide us in to the mooring tower on the sunward end of the asteroid. I've got a contact at the docks who should be able to get us some paying work." Jarz, a slender dragonborn with dusky red scales, looks up from her navigation charts to point out the proper mooring tower.

The tower looks to have space for only two decent sized spelljammers. The Bent Penny, only sixty feet long, is on the small side and fits easily aside the dock. Two burly gnomes on the docks start throwing ropes and chains toward the deck and Allrock and the other crewman, Peralan, get to work securing the ship.

After the gangplank is extended and the ship moored, an orc with only one lower tusk and a battered logbook approaches.

"Welcome to The Rock. Whatcha here for?"

[Lazarus_Solsong]

"Welcome to The Rock. Whatcha here for?"
Kageno Setsudan replies with a smile on his face
"Like everybody worth their salt around here, we are looking for a safe dock and work my friend"

[Dramiscius]

Kageno Setsudan replies with a smile on his face
"Like everybody worth their salt around here, we are looking for a safe dock and work my friend"

Stepping up next to Kageno, Barnabus looks the orc up and down.

"Aye, and perhaps information. Does the name Cogstomp ring a bell? Cogstomp Billingsworth?"

[Stan]

After making sure the ship is in the mooring just the way the captain likes it, Phillipa exits the pilot's chair and heads down towards the dock. She waits for the apparent dock master to finish talking to Barnabus and Kageno before adding to the conversation.

Phillipa walks down the gangplank until she is eye level with the orc. Then she smiles broadly at him

"Hey there, ol' chap. We also need to do some shopping. Is it possible to get some fresh fruit and vegetables here?"

She adds in a stage whisper, "And some gnomish whiskey. The ship runs on it. Indirectly." She finishes with a big wink.

[herodofcows]

Ewan exits the ship, smiling at the indistinct whispers that only he can hear. His companions address the orc well and precisely with their needs, but Ewan is not one to stay quiet when given the chance to speak.

"Perhaps a bar? Gnomish whiskey abounds
And needs our coin to be conveyed from thence
And as we've two of artistic reknown
We'd do well to by playing gain some pence!"

[Eledragon]

Arakis walks down the gangplank, Skald at his side. The panther gazes around casually, taking in its surroundings, while the tall, slender elf lithely strides up to the dockmaster. "Looking for a butcher. One that sells large quantities of cured meats." Arakis' gaze is piercing, and he stares the orc right in the eyes.

[severalservals]

Tristan strides cheerfully down the gangplank, looking about him at the mooring tower in obvious delight. Hearing Phillipa mention shopping, he chimes in.

"Yes! Shopping. I can't wait to see what you've got at your markets. Could you direct us to them? Ship fare has been intolerably dull."

As Tristan speaks, a battered orange cat lands lightly on the orc's shoulder, peers down at the logbook he holds, and springs quickly away.

"And speaking of intolerably dull, a tavern right afterwards would be excellent. A few new faces, a beer, perhaps a game or two to finish out the evening."

[TheOctopus]

Kageno Setsudan replies with a smile on his face
"Like everybody worth their salt around here, we are looking for a safe dock and work my friend"

The orc grunts, scribbling down the ship's name in his logbook.

"The Rock is as safe as you get this part of the Chain. Might be there's some work for you here, too. Lemme finish the books and we'll talk."


Stepping up next to Kageno, Barnabus looks the orc up and down.

"Aye, and perhaps information. Does the name Cogstomp ring a bell? Cogstomp Billingsworth?"

"Can't say it does. Cogstomp, huh? Sounds gnomish. Try asking Karla. She runs Gear Hall, the tavern. 'Bout five minutes walk from the end of the dock. Got a big gear thing on the front door. Can't miss it."


After making sure the ship is in the mooring just the way the captain likes it, Phillipa exits the pilot's chair and heads down towards the dock. She waits for the apparent dock master to finish talking to Barnabus and Kageno before adding to the conversation.

Phillipa walks down the gangplank until she is eye level with the orc. Then she smiles broadly at him

"Hey there, ol' chap. We also need to do some shopping. Is it possible to get some fresh fruit and vegetables here?"

She adds in a stage whisper, "And some gnomish whiskey. The ship runs on it. Indirectly." She finishes with a big wink.

He looks up from his book and laughs.

"Depends on what you mean by fresh. We get a monthly shipment out of Quelya with decent stuff. Only stuff we grow here are cave lizard and mushrooms. Karla's got the best mushroom vodka around. Iris might have some whiskey at the general store, though."


Ewan exits the ship, smiling at the indistinct whispers that only he can hear. His companions address the orc well and precisely with their needs, but Ewan is not one to stay quiet when given the chance to speak.

"Perhaps a bar? Gnomish whiskey abounds
And needs our coin to be conveyed from thence
And as we've two of artistic reknown
We'd do well to by playing gain some pence!"

He looks up from his logbook and raises one eyebrow. He glances toward the others as if to ask, 'does he always talk this way?'

"Like I said, talk to Karla at Gear Hall."


Arakis walks down the gangplank, Skald at his side. The panther gazes around casually, taking in its surroundings, while the tall, slender elf lithely strides up to the dockmaster. "Looking for a butcher. One that sells large quantities of cured meats." Arakis' gaze is piercing, and he stares the orc right in the eyes.

The dockmaster takes a good look at Arakis and eyeballs Skald. After a moment, he nods.

"Artemis Butchery, just across and down the street from Gear Hall. Lotta lizard jerky. Marinades it in some kind of sauce he imports out of Quelya. Calls it teriyaki. Dunno what goes into it, but it ain't half bad over some rice."


Tristan strides cheerfully down the gangplank, looking about him at the mooring tower in obvious delight. Hearing Phillipa mention shopping, he chimes in.

"Yes! Shopping. I can't wait to see what you've got at your markets. Could you direct us to them? Ship fare has been intolerably dull."

As Tristan speaks, a battered orange cat lands lightly on the orc's shoulder, peers down at the logbook he holds, and springs quickly away.

"And speaking of intolerably dull, a tavern right afterwards would be excellent. A few new faces, a beer, perhaps a game or two to finish out the evening."

He idly swats at the cat before it jumps off his shoulder.

"Intolerably dull beats eatin' boot leather. Between Artemis's cave lizard and Iris's general store, you'll eat as well as we do here. It ain't nothin' fancy like out in Discord or on the worlds, but it'll keep ya in decent shape."

[Dramiscius]

"Can't say it does. Cogstomp, huh? Sounds gnomish. Try asking Karla. She runs Gear Hall, the tavern. 'Bout five minutes walk from the end of the dock. Got a big gear thing on the front door. Can't miss it."


Making a mental note about the tavern Barnabus nods graciously stepping past the orc, turning to face his ship mates.

"I'm heading to the Gear Hall, anyone else care to join me?"

[Eledragon]

Arakis has already turned by the time the orc finishes speaking. "In a few minutes. Skald needs food." Arakis walks purposefully towards the butcher's shop.

[Lazarus_Solsong]

Turning to face his ship mates. "I'm heading to the Gear Hall, anyone else care to join me?"
To Barnabas
I'll go with you Barnabas, just give me a second I want to know who our contact is first.
Kageno starts heading toward Jarz

[Dramiscius]

To Barnabas
I'll go with you Barnabas, just give me a second I want to know who our contact is first.
Kageno starts heading toward Jarz

Barnabus nods to Kageno

"Alright then, I'll sit tight for a minute while you do that and Arakis can meet us after he's fed Skald."

[Stan]

"Barnabus, I'll be your short escort to keep ruffians from roughing up your ears and gears."

It's clear that Phillipa is kidding and does not think Barnabus needs defending.

"While we're there, we can see what they have to buy. Oh, and maybe they have a stage in case we'll be here long enough."

A mischievous grin crosses her face. "Ooh, Barnabus, could you play a golem again? The makeup won't melt this time. The screams were of delight, I swear. I saw kids stomping around imitating you later."

[herodofcows]

Ewan falls into step with those headed to the Gear Hall, a hopeful grin on his face at the possibility of a stage. His grin gains a bit of an edge to it as Phillipa mentions dressing up Barnabus . . . again.

"Are we to play the tale of Steinenfrank,
The first golem to gain the gift of thought?
Phillipa, we might thee dress up in curls
And gingham, thus to play the childish lass
Who, in confusion, the monster doth slay
For her ill comments upon its visage
(As it does not yet know morality)
Let us to a wigmaker then, with haste!
Such counterfeits leave us no time to waste!"

[Dramiscius]

A mischievous grin crosses her face. "Ooh, Barnabus, could you play a golem again? The makeup won't melt this time. The screams were of delight, I swear. I saw kids stomping around imitating you later."

Grinning back, Barnabus turns to Phillipa.

"You know I'm a terrible actor, but if you insist I shall try my best. Besides, it's an easier way to maybe get some information with our dinner."

[Eledragon]

As he walks a few paces in front of the rest of the group, Arakis glances down and clicks his tongue at Skald several times. As the large black cat flicks its ears, Arakis calls back over his shoulder. "Skald and I will be the mob again, but only if there aren't any torches this time. Last time was too close. And no costume for Skald." As he walks, Arakis adjusts his gait slightly. Gravity is just a touch weak here.

[Lazarus_Solsong]

Grinning back, Barnabus turns to Phillipa.

"You know I'm a terrible actor, but if you insist I shall try my best. Besides, it's an easier way to maybe get some information with our dinner."


Ewan falls into step with those headed to the Gear Hall, a hopeful grin on his face at the possibility of a stage. His grin gains a bit of an edge to it as Phillipa mentions dressing up Barnabus . . . again.

"Are we to play the tale of Steinenfrank,
The first golem to gain the gift of thought?
Phillipa, we might thee dress up in curls
And gingham, thus to play the childish lass
Who, in confusion, the monster doth slay
For her ill comments upon its visage
(As it does not yet know morality)
Let us to a wigmaker then, with haste!
Such counterfeits leave us no time to waste!"


"Barnabus, I'll be your short escort to keep ruffians from roughing up your ears and gears."

It's clear that Phillipa is kidding and does not think Barnabus needs defending.

"While we're there, we can see what they have to buy. Oh, and maybe they have a stage in case we'll be here long enough."

A mischievous grin crosses her face. "Ooh, Barnabus, could you play a golem again? The makeup won't melt this time. The screams were of delight, I swear. I saw kids stomping around imitating you later."


As he walks a few paces in front of the rest of the group, Arakis glances down and clicks his tongue at Skald several times. As the large black cat flicks its ears, Arakis calls back over his shoulder. "Skald and I will be the mob again, but only if there aren't any torches this time. Last time was too close. And no costume for Skald." As he walks, Arakis adjusts his gait slightly. Gravity is just a touch weak here.


Kageno politely pauses the conversation with Jarz for a moment as he is overcome by the conversation he is over hearing
"Only props, we are not having another make up malfunction. I swear one of you must know a spell that can change Barnabus' color."
He then turns back and returns to the conversation

[TheOctopus]

At Gear Hall
Striding down the road, carved directly into the asteroid stone, after five minutes you come to a large building on the right. It's relatively long, like an orcish meadhall. Built of solid gray stone, there's a three-foot diameter brass gear split in half, one half on each of the wooden double doors. The lumber still bears a shipmaker's mark from whichever spelljammer it was salvaged from.

Inside, on the left is a long bar, with a roaring fireplace on the far end to ease the chill of the sparse atmosphere on The Rock. Long tables fill the rest of the space, with a staircase near the back headed down to a basement of some kind.

A middle aged tiefling lady behind the bar looks up from pouring drinks for the few patrons in what passes for The Rock's afternoon. She tugs an errant strand of purple hair behind one of her horns and looks the group over for a moment.

"Welcome to Gear Hall. Name's Kayla Irontail. What's your poison?"


To Barnabas
I'll go with you Barnabas, just give me a second I want to know who our contact is first.
Kageno starts heading toward Jarz

Jarz nods to the orc and then turns back to Kageno.

"I'll talk to my acquaintance in the docks. His name is Copper, an older gearforged who works hauling cargo around here. You coming with or should I meet you at Gear Hall later?"


As he walks a few paces in front of the rest of the group, Arakis glances down and clicks his tongue at Skald several times. As the large black cat flicks its ears, Arakis calls back over his shoulder. "Skald and I will be the mob again, but only if there aren't any torches this time. Last time was too close. And no costume for Skald." As he walks, Arakis adjusts his gait slightly. Gravity is just a touch weak here.

Just across from Gear Hall, as promised, is a far smaller building with a well-crafted wooden sign proclaiming "Artemis Butchery" above the front window. Inside, a halfling man in his mid-thirties with a black ponytail and a leather apron nods from behind a counter.

"Hello, sir. Lovely panther you have. I hope she's well behaved, yes?"

He seems far more concerned with Skald eating his stock than he is about Arakis. After a few moments to decide whether Skald is going to try finding a meal, he relaxes just a tad.

"Can I help you find something, sir?"

[Eledragon]

Arakis Snowfeather - Artemis Butchery

"I heard you had cured lizard here. How much for a hundred and twenty pounds? And 40 pounds of sausage, if you have it." Skald lays down patiently next to Arakis' feet, understanding the need to bargain for his food supply.

[Lazarus_Solsong]

Jarz nods to the orc and then turns back to Kageno.

"I'll talk to my acquaintance in the docks. His name is Copper, an older gearforged who works hauling cargo around here. You coming with or should I meet you at Gear Hall later?"


"I'm coming with, I know you can hold your own but we can gather information faster if we split the group up."
Turns to the rest of the group
"On second thoughts ladies and gents I'll meet up at the tavern, please do not start the fun without me"
Turns back to Jarz
"We also should to talk the dock master about addition work"

[Dramiscius]

At Gear Hall
Striding down the road, carved directly into the asteroid stone, after five minutes you come to a large building on the right. It's relatively long, like an orcish meadhall. Built of solid gray stone, there's a three-foot diameter brass gear split in half, one half on each of the wooden double doors. The lumber still bears a shipmaker's mark from whichever spelljammer it was salvaged from.

Inside, on the left is a long bar, with a roaring fireplace on the far end to ease the chill of the sparse atmosphere on The Rock. Long tables fill the rest of the space, with a staircase near the back headed down to a basement of some kind.

A middle aged tiefling lady behind the bar looks up from pouring drinks for the few patrons in what passes for The Rock's afternoon. She tugs an errant strand of purple hair behind one of her horns and looks the group over for a moment.

"Welcome to Gear Hall. Name's Kayla Irontail. What's your poison?"


Looking towards Kayla Barnabus face takes on a welcome expression

"Mead thank you, but I'm also looking for a friend. Haven't by chance heard of a Cogstomp Billingsworth round these parts have ya?

Oh, where are my manners."

Said Barnabus turning to his companions.

"Would any of you like something to drink?"

[Stan]

Phillipa looks around the tavern for interesting people and to get a feel for the place.

At Barnabus' question, Phillipa pipes up. "Ooh, some blackberry tea, please!"

[severalservals]

Tristan has tagged along to the Gear Hall, since it seemed the place everyone was headed. Responding to Barnabus' question, he says

"An ale would be much appreciated, thank you."

[herodofcows]

Ewan takes a seat beside Phillipa, and nods gratefully at Barnabas' gracious offer.

"Beer of whatever strength would do me well
But hostess mine, a query, if you will:
If I may be so bold to boast a spell
We have among us two of worthy skill
In song, in stories, japes, and performance
Which might upon your clients well prevail
Thus I'll ask; would it be all right, perchance,
If we were to assay a song or tale?
We'd of course pay a percentage to you
Of any earnings we, in play, accrue!"

Proficiency (+2) and Charisma (+3) = [roll0]

[TheOctopus]

Arakis Snowfeather - Artemis Butchery

"I heard you had cured lizard here. How much for a hundred and twenty pounds? And 40 pounds of sausage, if you have it." Skald lays down patiently next to Arakis' feet, understanding the need to bargain for his food supply.

The halfling comes around his counter, hand outstretched.

"Well, sir, if we're to do business, I always insist on a proper introduction. My name is Artemis, and I do indeed have plenty of cave lizard in a variety of forms. In particular, today I have dried, sausage, steaks, and ribs prepared. A hundred twenty of dried and forty of sausage would run you a hundred forty silver. Or fourteen gold, if you prefer."

I'm going to say that's roughly two weeks worth of food for both Arakis and Skald. For simplicity's sake, I'll count that as 14 days of trail rations for each of you, at 5sp a day.


"I'm coming with, I know you can hold your own but we can gather information faster if we split the group up."
Turns to the rest of the group
"On second thoughts ladies and gents I'll meet up at the tavern, please do not start the fun without me"
Turns back to Jarz
"We also should to talk the dock master about addition work"

"Of course, sir."

Jarz nods to the orcish dockmaster, then proceeds down to the end of the dock and into the tower instead of heading toward Gear Hall with the rest of the group. Shee leads Kageno down a staircase into a large room filled with mostly empty (as far as you can tell) crates and a few dockworkers milling about. Near the back of the room is a burly gearforged, clearly in need of some repair. His copper plating is dented with some verdigris staining on the elbows and knees. Jarz calls out to him.

"Copper, my old friend! Still working here at the docks, eh? How is Fate treating you these days?"

The gearforged looks up, green gemstone eyes sparkling. He embraces Jarz with a clank of metal plate meeting hard scales. His voice is vaguely metallic sounding, though no less warm for its strange quality.

"Jarz! It's been two years since last we spoke. Fate, as ever, changes from day to day. Who is your companion here?"

He looks toward Kageno, offering a metal hand.


Looking towards Kayla Barnabus face takes on a welcome expression

"Mead thank you, but I'm also looking for a friend. Haven't by chance heard of a Cogstomp Billingsworth round these parts have ya?

Oh, where are my manners."

Said Barnabus turning to his companions.

"Would any of you like something to drink?"

Kayla promptly slides a mug of watery mead in front of Barnabus. After serving the drinks to all, she leans back, using her tail to prop herself up.

"Cogstomp, Cogstomp... Can't say I know the name, but we get lots of travelers around here. What's he look like, dearie?"


Phillipa looks around the tavern for interesting people and to get a feel for the place.

At Barnabus' question, Phillipa pipes up. "Ooh, some blackberry tea, please!"[/COLOR


She rubs her chin for a moment.

"Sorry, outta blackberries. We do have raspberries, just came in from Perianth 'bout a week or so ago. Might still be good enough for tea. Lemme see what I can do."

The tea, after a few moments, is quite good, though it tastes far more of tea than it does raspberries.


Tristan has tagged along to the Gear Hall, since it seemed the place everyone was headed. Responding to Barnabus' question, he says

[COLOR="#0000FF"]"An ale would be much appreciated, thank you."

"Ah, easily done. Just got a couple kegs from Discord. Gnomish or dwarf?"

Either way, she passes him a mug of thick, dark beer with a creamy head of foam just at the top of the mug.


Ewan takes a seat beside Phillipa, and nods gratefully at Barnabas' gracious offer.

"Beer of whatever strength would do me well
But hostess mine, a query, if you will:
If I may be so bold to boast a spell
We have among us two of worthy skill
In song, in stories, japes, and performance
Which might upon your clients well prevail
Thus I'll ask; would it be all right, perchance,
If we were to assay a song or tale?
We'd of course pay a percentage to you
Of any earnings we, in play, accrue!"

Proficiency (+2) and Charisma (+3) = [roll0]

Kayla's gold eyes twinkle and she gives a toothy grin. She points to a fancy looking clock (http://il9.picdn.net/shutterstock/videos/4962059/thumb/1.jpg?i10c=img.resize(height:160)) made of brass and red wood.

"Ahh, a showman! From Perianth, unless I miss my guess. Tell you what, you feel free to set up by the fireplace. We'll have the usual crowd coming in starting about two hours from now. You entertain 'em and make a little coin, and drinks are on the house."

[Eledragon]

Arakis Snowfeather - Artemis Butchery

"That'll do." Arakis passes over the money from his pouch. "Will it cost extra to have it delivered down to the Bent Penny at the docks?"

This meat is entirely for Skald. Panthers eat ~25 lbs. of meat at once, and only eat about once a week. 160 lbs. of food should feed Skald ~ 7 weeks, and my intention was to stock up on meat for my cat. Is that alright?

[Dramiscius]

Kayla promptly slides a mug of watery mead in front of Barnabus. After serving the drinks to all, she leans back, using her tail to prop herself up.

"Cogstomp, Cogstomp... Can't say I know the name, but we get lots of travelers around here. What's he look like, dearie?"


"He's a bit small even for a gnome, with unkempt white hair and a large moustache. Usually sporting a large monocle too as he like tinkering with clockwork gadgets and such. Always breaking or making something.

Went on a trip and haven't heard from him in a while, so I need to find out if he's alright an put my mind at ease, he's usually pretty good about keeping in touch."

[Lazarus_Solsong]

"Of course, sir."

Jarz nods to the orcish dockmaster, then proceeds down to the end of the dock and into the tower instead of heading toward Gear Hall with the rest of the group. He leads Kageno down a staircase into a large room filled with mostly empty (as far as you can tell) crates and a few dockworkers milling about. Near the back of the room is a burly gearforged, clearly in need of some repair. His copper plating is dented with some verdigris staining on the elbows and knees. Jarz calls out to him.

"Copper, my old friend! Still working here at the docks, eh? How is Fate treating you these days?"

The gearforged looks up, green gemstone eyes sparkling. He embraces Jarz with a clank of metal plate meeting hard scales. His voice is vaguely metallic sounding, though no less warm for its strange quality.

"Jarz! It's been two years since last we spoke. Fate, as ever, changes from day to day. Who is your companion here?"

He looks toward Kageno, offering a metal hand.


Without hesitation, and a smile on his face Kageno shakes Cooper's hand

"My name is Kageno, it is a great pleasure to meet you sir"

[herodofcows]

Ewan nods appreciatively as Kayla recognizes his pedigree, and his grin widens even further as she makes her offer.

"I'll gratefully accept your proffered stage
(Though, at this stage, I'll take unproffered ale!)
I fear my mates have heard my repertoire
And would sooner seize my poor throat and squeeze
Than hear another verse of Diamond Jack."

He turns to Phillipa and raises his palms to her in mock appeal.

"Dear Phillipa, might I plead company?
Your flute and my mandolin would pair well
To give the ballad of Harva Quickeye
And her theft of the sun from the Old Gods!
A touch of drama to add spice to the
Peerless service and stout of the Gear Hall?"

Also, ya know, an assist roll is always appreciated! Especially if free beer hinges on it.

[severalservals]

"He's a bit small even for a gnome, with unkempt white hair and a large moustache. Usually sporting a large monocle too as he like tinkering with clockwork gadgets and such. Always breaking or making something.

Went on a trip and haven't heard from him in a while, so I need to find out if he's alright an put my mind at ease, he's usually pretty good about keeping in touch."

I can go talk to the customers here, pass your description around and find out if they've seen him.

How many customers are here, anyway? Also, do we have any gold beyond what our backgrounds give us?

[Stan]

Phillipa enjoys the hot and stimulating tea.

"Oh yea, I can really taste the rasp, it gives me the strength to grasp
what must be done
to increase everyone's fun.
A flute will suit harried Harva who dared to kiss the gods,
but I play a mean green tambourine if we wish to paint a sheen on Steinenfrank
before he's forced to walk the plank.
I'm game for any game that will increase our gain without further pain if it's not too much strain.
That is my claim."

(edit: rolls in edits seem to not work - so new post for that.)

[Stan]

perform roll [roll0]

[Dramiscius]

I can go talk to the customers here, pass your description around and find out if they've seen him.


Grateful, Barnabus nods to Tristan.

"Thank you sir that would be appreciated, I'm not much of a people person."

[TheOctopus]

Artemis Butchery

Arakis Snowfeather - Artemis Butchery

"That'll do." Arakis passes over the money from his pouch. "Will it cost extra to have it delivered down to the Bent Penny at the docks?"

This meat is entirely for Skald. Panthers eat ~25 lbs. of meat at once, and only eat about once a week. 160 lbs. of food should feed Skald ~ 7 weeks, and my intention was to stock up on meat for my cat. Is that alright?

Artemis swiftly counts out the money, sorting it into neat piles before wrapping it up in a cloth and depositing it into a small strongbox he keeps beneath the counter. Smiling pleasantly the whole time, he writes up a quick receipt on a scrap of parchment, keeping a copy for himself as well.

"Not at all, my friend. I'll have it butchered, wrapped, and brought to the docks by day's end. And of course, I thank you for your purchase."

You've done more research than I have, then. We'll call it an even eight weeks, sound good?

The Docks

Without hesitation, and a smile on his face Kageno shakes Cooper's hand

"My name is Kageno, it is a great pleasure to meet you sir"

"And a pleasure it is to meet you as well, friend." Copper's handshake is quick, firm, and cool to the touch.

Jarz rubs her chin for a moment.

"So, Copper, how's life in the docks?"

After a few moments of chit chat, Jarz gets down to business.

"I'm with some new crew, Cop. As it turns out, we're looking for work. Jobs are scarce these days and we're looking for something that'll pay. Hear anything lately?"

Copper's eyes flash and he leads you both to an arrangement of crates that can serve as chairs.

"Yes, actually. We're having some trouble with one of our warehouses on the lower levels. Some of the clockwork automatons started shredding cargo a couple days ago. Couple of the workers got in the way and got fairly torn up. So far, we've left it alone, but in the next few days, the boss wants us to go in and deactivate them."

He shrugs, a gesture accompanied by a grinding of gears in his shoulder.

"Problem is, none of us are fighters and the watch won't handle it. If you've got any warriors on your crew-" at this he looks toward Kageno "-and they can help, I'm sure a reward can be arranged."

Gear Hall

"He's a bit small even for a gnome, with unkempt white hair and a large moustache. Usually sporting a large monocle too as he like tinkering with clockwork gadgets and such. Always breaking or making something.

Went on a trip and haven't heard from him in a while, so I need to find out if he's alright an put my mind at ease, he's usually pretty good about keeping in touch."

Kayla takes a long sip of tea and shakes her head.

"I'm sorry, dearie, but I can't remember anyone of that description coming through here. You might talk to Iris at the general store. She's always trading in clockwork parts, so she might've seen him."


I can go talk to the customers here, pass your description around and find out if they've seen him.

How many customers are here, anyway? Also, do we have any gold beyond what our backgrounds give us?

Only two other people in here at the moment: an old man dozing near the fireplace, and a tiefling girl reading. It's mid-afternoon so most people are still at work/farming/doing their thing rather than at the tavern. Once everyone makes it to Gear Hall, I'll do a scene for the show. As for gold, just starting gold for now.


Ewan nods appreciatively as Kayla recognizes his pedigree, and his grin widens even further as she makes her offer.

"I'll gratefully accept your proffered stage
(Though, at this stage, I'll take unproffered ale!)
I fear my mates have heard my repertoire
And would sooner seize my poor throat and squeeze
Than hear another verse of Diamond Jack."

He turns to Phillipa and raises his palms to her in mock appeal.

"Dear Phillipa, might I plead company?
Your flute and my mandolin would pair well
To give the ballad of Harva Quickeye
And her theft of the sun from the Old Gods!
A touch of drama to add spice to the
Peerless service and stout of the Gear Hall?"

Also, ya know, an assist roll is always appreciated! Especially if free beer hinges on it.


Phillipa enjoys the hot and stimulating tea.

"Oh yea, I can really taste the rasp, it gives me the strength to grasp
what must be done
to increase everyone's fun.
A flute will suit harried Harva who dared to kiss the gods,
but I play a mean green tambourine if we wish to paint a sheen on Steinenfrank
before he's forced to walk the plank.
I'm game for any game that will increase our gain without further pain if it's not too much strain.
That is my claim."

(edit: rolls in edits seem to not work - so new post for that.)

Kayla gives a giggle, taking another long sip of her drink.

"Oh, you two will do just fine. Another round?

A tiefling girl in one corner looks up from the thick tome she's been poring over and smiles.

"Keep going with verse like that and you'll have the whole hall tossing gold at your feet tonight. Especially after a few rounds." She chuckles and goes back to her book.

[Dramiscius]

Gear Hall


Kayla takes a long sip of tea and shakes her head.

"I'm sorry, dearie, but I can't remember anyone of that description coming through here. You might talk to Iris at the general store. She's always trading in clockwork parts, so she might've seen him."


Nodding to Kayla graciously, Barnabus gets up.

"It's ok, thank's for the tip though. Where might be this general store of yours? Figured I'd head over now before the evenings festivities kick off."

[Lazarus_Solsong]

[The Docks[/B]
"Problem is, none of us are fighters and the watch won't handle it. If you've got any warriors on your crew-" at this he looks toward Kageno "-and they can help, I'm sure a reward can be arranged."


(Kageno has his elbows resting on his legs and chin in his hands listening to the details of the mission)

"Hmm... I will talk to the rest of the crew and will put a matter of importance on this issue.
If I may I have a question of my own. One of my shipmates is looking for a gnome named Cogstomp Billingsworth, have you heard of him?"

[Eledragon]

Arakis Snowfeather - Artemis Butchery, Gear Hall

"Thank you for your service." Arakis turns and walks out the door, Skald trailing behind him. They walk across the street, entering the Gear Hall and rejoining their companions. Both man and beast pause as they enter the tavern and survey the occupants.

Nodding to himself, Arakis joins his companions at the bar. "Strong tea, please. If you have swi'ja, I'll take it. And a bowl of it for my friend." He gestures at Skald as the large black cat leaps up and seats himself upon the stool next to him. Skald's ears and tail are relaxed, only flicking when a loud noise occurs.

8 weeks sounds good.
And swi'ja is a drink I just made up, so it's fine if the bar doesn't have it. :smalltongue:

[severalservals]

Nodding to Kayla graciously, Barnabus gets up.

"It's ok, thank's for the tip though. Where might be this general store of yours? Figured I'd head over now before the evenings festivities kick off."

If you'd like the company, I'm happy to go with you. I'm a fan of the theater, but no performer myself. If you don't mind I'll just take a moment to ask our reader if she's seen your friend before we go.

Tristan walks over to the tiefling with her book.

Excuse me, ma'am. I'm sorry to interrupt you, but my friend there (he gestures at Barnabus) is looking for a friend of his, Cogstomp Billingsworth. Tristan repeats Barnabus' description. I don't suppose you've seen anyone by that description?

[Dramiscius]

If you'd like the company, I'm happy to go with you. I'm a fan of the theater, but no performer myself. If you don't mind I'll just take a moment to ask our reader if she's seen your friend before we go.

Tristan walks over to the tiefling with her book.

Excuse me, ma'am. I'm sorry to interrupt you, but my friend there (he gestures at Barnabus) is looking for a friend of his, Cogstomp Billingsworth. Tristan repeats Barnabus' description. I don't suppose you've seen anyone by that description?

Ah indeed, I never mind a little friendly company. I'll wait for you to inquire with the reader before we head out then.

[herodofcows]

"Oof, my lady hostess is far too kind
To proffer payment ere the play is played!
I'll do without for now, but rest assured
Your generosity shan't go unused!"

So saying, Ewan quickly opens up the book of The Wind In The Pines, muttering to himself as he finds the words for the thaumaturgy spell. He casts it thrice in rapid succession, giving himself a booming voice and minor elemental control for a minute. As he begins to tell his tales, the ground will shake harmlessly and the flames will flicker with strange colors at his bidding. He speaks to Phillipa as the magic builds up, his eyes dancing with sudden manic energy that dwarfs even his usual affect.

"I'll start us off, with music to arrest
Some ears whose owners will come pay us heed
For your part, choose the tale that suits you best
And I'll alter my tune as you should need!"

He begins to strum, and the effects of the spell begin to take hold, amplifying his voice as he calls out to the tiefling with the book.

"Madame, call out what preference you see fit
What song, what show, what pantomime you'd like
And should it be within our humble wit
We'll play brilliant as THUND'ROUS LIGHTNING'S STRIKE!"

The flames in the Gear Hall flicker and turn green as Ewan begins playing in earnest now; a jangling thrumming melody brimming with adventure and more swash for buckling than a buckle might ever wish to swash. Slightly carried away, he leaps onto a nearby chair and booms out to the Hall, to the street, to the whole blasted planetoid.

"COME ONE, COME ALL! The Penny's players play
Tonight for those who'd lend a tale an ear!
We bring adventure, myst'ry, glory days
Amazements to see and wonders to hear!
Set your cares aside for another day!
COME ONE, COME ALL! The Penny's players play!"

Performance with advantage, come what may!

[roll0] OR [roll1]

[Stan]

As they're leaving, Phillipa calls out to Tristan, "If you're going to the general store, see if they have any gnomish whiskey. Thanks!"


When Ewan starts to rhyme, Phillipa pulls a flute out of her jacket for accompaniment. she saves her ow rhymes for later.

[TheOctopus]

(Kageno has his elbows resting on his legs and chin in his hands listening to the details of the mission)

"Hmm... I will talk to the rest of the crew and will put a matter of importance on this issue.
If I may I have a question of my own. One of my shipmates is looking for a gnome named Cogstomp Billingsworth, have you heard of him?"

"If you do decide to take on the constructs, take care. They are not gearforged; there is no true intelligence there. Whatever has taken hold of them, it is malevolent. They already maimed two men. I am sure Dockmaster Eliton would prefer they are somehow neutralized, but if they must be destroyed, he will understand."

After listening to Cogstomp's description (assuming Kageno gives it), Copper shakes his head with a squeal of gears that have gone too long without oil.

"No, I am sorry. I do not know of anyone by that description or name."


Nodding to Kayla graciously, Barnabus gets up.

"It's ok, thank's for the tip though. Where might be this general store of yours? Figured I'd head over now before the evenings festivities kick off."

Kayla points out the front door.

"Not too far, dearie. Out the door, then take a right. Two buildings down on your left. Quickly, though. Iris should be closing within the hour."


If you'd like the company, I'm happy to go with you. I'm a fan of the theater, but no performer myself. If you don't mind I'll just take a moment to ask our reader if she's seen your friend before we go.

Tristan walks over to the tiefling with her book.

Excuse me, ma'am. I'm sorry to interrupt you, but my friend there (he gestures at Barnabus) is looking for a friend of his, Cogstomp Billingsworth. Tristan repeats Barnabus' description. I don't suppose you've seen anyone by that description?

The tiefling looks up from her book, almost annoyed at the interruption, though she tries to cover it with a sip of tea.

"I know Iris had a gnome selling her clockwork parts in there a few weeks back. I don't know much other than that, and I never caught his name, sorry."


Arakis Snowfeather - Artemis Butchery, Gear Hall

"Thank you for your service." Arakis turns and walks out the door, Skald trailing behind him. They walk across the street, entering the Gear Hall and rejoining their companions. Both man and beast pause as they enter the tavern and survey the occupants.

Nodding to himself, Arakis joins his companions at the bar. "Strong tea, please. If you have swi'ja, I'll take it. And a bowl of it for my friend." He gestures at Skald as the large black cat leaps up and seats himself upon the stool next to him. Skald's ears and tail are relaxed, only flicking when a loud noise occurs.

8 weeks sounds good.
And swi'ja is a drink I just made up, so it's fine if the bar doesn't have it. :smalltongue:

The red-skinned tiefling smiles and goes for a brass kettle set over a fire.

"Now that's a drink we don't serve much of around here. Lucky for you, dear, I happen to have a special stash just in case. Just needs a few minutes to brew."

After waiting for the drink to steep, she presents Arakis with a mug billowing with aromatic steam.

"It's not quite traditional, but it's as good as anything you'd find in a Perianthian teahouse. I promise you that."


"Oof, my lady hostess is far too kind
To proffer payment ere the play is played!
I'll do without for now, but rest assured
Your generosity shan't go unused!"

So saying, Ewan quickly opens up the book of The Wind In The Pines, muttering to himself as he finds the words for the thaumaturgy spell. He casts it thrice in rapid succession, giving himself a booming voice and minor elemental control for a minute. As he begins to tell his tales, the ground will shake harmlessly and the flames will flicker with strange colors at his bidding. He speaks to Phillipa as the magic builds up, his eyes dancing with sudden manic energy that dwarfs even his usual affect.

"I'll start us off, with music to arrest
Some ears whose owners will come pay us heed
For your part, choose the tale that suits you best
And I'll alter my tune as you should need!"

He begins to strum, and the effects of the spell begin to take hold, amplifying his voice as he calls out to the tiefling with the book.

"Madame, call out what preference you see fit
What song, what show, what pantomime you'd like
And should it be within our humble wit
We'll play brilliant as THUND'ROUS LIGHTNING'S STRIKE!"

The flames in the Gear Hall flicker and turn green as Ewan begins playing in earnest now; a jangling thrumming melody brimming with adventure and more swash for buckling than a buckle might ever wish to swash. Slightly carried away, he leaps onto a nearby chair and booms out to the Hall, to the street, to the whole blasted planetoid.

"COME ONE, COME ALL! The Penny's players play
Tonight for those who'd lend a tale an ear!
We bring adventure, myst'ry, glory days
Amazements to see and wonders to hear!
Set your cares aside for another day!
COME ONE, COME ALL! The Penny's players play!"

Performance with advantage, come what may!

[roll0] OR [roll1]


As they're leaving, Phillipa calls out to Tristan, "If you're going to the general store, see if they have any gnomish whiskey. Thanks!"


When Ewan starts to rhyme, Phillipa pulls a flute out of her jacket for accompaniment. she saves her ow rhymes for later.

I'm assuming that you guys wait for some more patrons to show up, so there's a bit of a crowd in here for you. In any case, because of the success, roll me 3d10 gp. Half of that will be in silver coins rather than gold.

The crowd, now some twenty people or so, bursts into thunderous applause. From several of the more boisterous (and possibly drunk) in the audience come shouts of "Encore, encore!" Someone, possibly Kayla on one of her rounds, drops a wood bowl in front of you, which rapidly fills with silver and a few gold coins. Some patrons even wander in midway through the performance, drawn to the spectacle by the noise and lights from the windows.

[Dramiscius]

Kayla points out the front door.

"Not too far, dearie. Out the door, then take a right. Two buildings down on your left. Quickly, though. Iris should be closing within the hour."


Barnabus thanks Kayla, turning towards the exit.

"More rotten luck. Perhaps I'll find a clue there, but probably not... Damnit Cogstomp where are you." He though to himself as he strode towards the exit, eager to make his inquiry.

[Lazarus_Solsong]

"If you do decide to take on the constructs, take care. They are not gearforged; there is no true intelligence there. Whatever has taken hold of them, it is malevolent. They already maimed two men. I am sure Dockmaster Eliton would prefer they are somehow neutralized, but if they must be destroyed, he will understand."

After listening to Cogstomp's description (assuming Kageno gives it), Copper shakes his head with a squeal of gears that have gone too long without oil.

"No, I am sorry. I do not know of anyone by that description or name."


As the conversation winds down, Kageno gets on his feet

"I am sorry to cut this visit short but I have other things to take care of before places close. I will promise you this Copper, if I have to handle the matter myself I will"

Extends his hand for goodbye handshake
After goodbye gestures Kageno heads toward the Dock Master

Kageno is in a different location (dock tower) the party went to the bar, Tristan was the one who went to talk to the book reading tiefling and was going to the general store with you

[herodofcows]

Satisfied with the audience's response, Ewan rides the wave of uproarious enthusiasm into the story. His cadence shifts as he plucks into the opening notes of the Tragical Tale of the Golem Steinenfrank . . .

Only to see Barnabus exit the premises.

Damnations! Our prize jay has fled the nest
And we are left before this vultur'ous flock!
Yet, courage, Harke! 'pon your feet you think best!
Now Harva Quickeye's tale's yours to hawk!

His fingers pick out a spindly haunting melody, one bespeaking a looming menace. His voice's hiss sounds out across the room, and he calls minor tremors to simulate giant footsteps.


"Do you fear the Great Ones above?
You ought to, if you don’t;
You’re theirs to use and dispose of,
But, with some luck, they won’t
Cower or laugh, sing praise or weep
The Great Ones do not care
They see you when you wake or sleep
They’ve power everywhere

There’s something Other in the sky
Bow to It, if you will
Fear It, love It, or else deny,
But It will be there still
It’s more than mortals ever sought
To see or comprehend
It strides the world with cryptic thoughts
But has no crypt, no end

Dress It up with your pageantry
For comfort, misconstrue
Tell your sweet tales valiantly
Tell yourself It’s like you
Maybe It knows us, maybe not
Maybe It doesn’t care
There’s just one certainty we’ve got:
No matter what . . . It’s there.

We sing of Harva Eye-Of-Flame
Who took from It the light
To which 'Sun' we have given name
And 'Day' its blessing bright
Of Harva's thousand-peril jaunt
Which against gods prevailed;
And the curses that would her haunt . . .
For this, I sing my tale."

I just figured I'd keep up with this as part of the general performance until otherwise interrupted. Stan, feel free to have Phillipa take the wheel on the story or not, as you please!

[severalservals]

Barnabus thanks Kayla, turning towards the exit.

"More rotten luck. Perhaps I'll find a clue there, but probably not... Damnit Cogstomp where are you." He though to himself as he strode towards the exit, eager to make his inquiry.

Tristan joins Barnabas on the way out and toward the general store.

We can ask Iris about that gnome from a few weeks back that was selling parts. It's at least a bit of a lead.

[Stan]

Phillipa continues to play the flute to Ewan's words, changing up to a haunting low whistle to match the change in tone.

ooc: sorry, weekend was busy, I'll try to most more often this week.

[Dramiscius]

Tristan joins Barnabas on the way out and toward the general store.

We can ask Iris about that gnome from a few weeks back that was selling parts. It's at least a bit of a lead.

Barnabus continues forward nodding as Tristan speaks.

"Good point, perhaps there's a connection but we must not tarry, I've heard finding people out in these parts can be an extremely difficult, if not impossible endeavor. I won't quit though, I owe my friend Cogstomp that much at least."

[TheOctopus]

General Store

Barnabus thanks Kayla, turning towards the exit.

"More rotten luck. Perhaps I'll find a clue there, but probably not... Damnit Cogstomp where are you." He though to himself as he strode towards the exit, eager to make his inquiry.


Tristan joins Barnabas on the way out and toward the general store.

We can ask Iris about that gnome from a few weeks back that was selling parts. It's at least a bit of a lead.

The general store is about half the size of Gear Hall and packed to the rafters with all kinds of pallets, crates, chests, barrels, and sacks. A casual look around reveals that anything from wheat flour to hobgoblin-made axes are readily found here.

The proprietor, a sturdy looking dwarf woman, strides out from the rear of the shop when she hears the bell above the door. A stout brunette, she wears a simple tunic and pants, and wears a red pendant on her neck. She greets the pair in a gruff manner.

"Afternoon, gentlemen. You caught me just at the end of the business day. Must be those folks from the 'jammer parked out at the docks. Lookin' for supplies? Artemis might have better lizard meat than I do, but you won't find a better price than what I've got here." She sticks out a meaty hand toward the pair.

"Name's Iris Craghammer. Been runnin' this shop for thirty-two Perianth-years. Anything you want, I can get it."

Docks

As the conversation winds down, Kageno gets on his feet

"I am sorry to cut this visit short but I have other things to take care of before places close. I will promise you this Copper, if I have to handle the matter myself I will"

Extends his hand for goodbye handshake
After goodbye gestures Kageno heads toward the Dock Master

Kageno is in a different location (dock tower) the party went to the bar, Tristan was the one who went to talk to the book reading tiefling and was going to the general store with you

Dockmaster Eliton, the orc the group had spoken to earlier, is in the midst of some paperwork in his office overlooking the docks. He initially tries to ignore Kageno and Jarz, but looks up when Jarz tells him of the group's interest in the warehouse problem.

"Stupid clockwork terrors, that's what they are! I never should've agreed to letting that gnome bring them in. Yeah, saves me money on wages, but one of 'em nearly butchered two good men. The whole lot of 'em should be melted down and thrown off a 'jammer. You want to go get rid of 'em for me, go right ahead. Warehouse is in the tunnels, two levels down. There's a passage from the dock basement right there. Be careful, I think the gnome that sold 'em to me might be down there, too. Tell him if I see him again, I'm taking the gold I gave him back, one way or another."

Gear Hall

Satisfied with the audience's response, Ewan rides the wave of uproarious enthusiasm into the story. His cadence shifts as he plucks into the opening notes of the Tragical Tale of the Golem Steinenfrank . . .

Only to see Barnabus exit the premises.

Damnations! Our prize jay has fled the nest
And we are left before this vultur'ous flock!
Yet, courage, Harke! 'pon your feet you think best!
Now Harva Quickeye's tale's yours to hawk!

His fingers pick out a spindly haunting melody, one bespeaking a looming menace. His voice's hiss sounds out across the room, and he calls minor tremors to simulate giant footsteps.


"Do you fear the Great Ones above?
You ought to, if you don’t;
You’re theirs to use and dispose of,
But, with some luck, they won’t
Cower or laugh, sing praise or weep
The Great Ones do not care
They see you when you wake or sleep
They’ve power everywhere

There’s something Other in the sky
Bow to It, if you will
Fear It, love It, or else deny,
But It will be there still
It’s more than mortals ever sought
To see or comprehend
It strides the world with cryptic thoughts
But has no crypt, no end

Dress It up with your pageantry
For comfort, misconstrue
Tell your sweet tales valiantly
Tell yourself It’s like you
Maybe It knows us, maybe not
Maybe It doesn’t care
There’s just one certainty we’ve got:
No matter what . . . It’s there.

We sing of Harva Eye-Of-Flame
Who took from It the light
To which 'Sun' we have given name
And 'Day' its blessing bright
Of Harva's thousand-peril jaunt
Which against gods prevailed;
And the curses that would her haunt . . .
For this, I sing my tale."

I just figured I'd keep up with this as part of the general performance until otherwise interrupted. Stan, feel free to have Phillipa take the wheel on the story or not, as you please!


Phillipa continues to play the flute to Ewan's words, changing up to a haunting low whistle to match the change in tone.

ooc: sorry, weekend was busy, I'll try to most more often this week.

Again the crowd cheers, though some of the more sober (or knowledgeable) ones shake their heads a bit at the mention of the Great Old Ones. At a convenient break in the performance, Kayla leans in and mentions to Phillipa that not only are the drinks on the house tonight, but rooms for the group can be had as well, if they'd prefer that over the Bent Penny.

Anything else you guys want to accomplish at Gear Hall other than the performance? If not, I think it's about time we can move to the next day and the warehouse, or a scene where you all discuss the warehouse job.

[Lazarus_Solsong]

Docks
Dockmaster Eliton, the orc the group had spoken toDockmasters in the midst of some paperwork in his office overlooking the docks. He initially tries to ignore Kageno and Jarz, but looks up when Jarz tells him of the group's interest in the warehouse problem.

"Stupid clockwork terrors, that's what they are! I never should've agreed to letting that gnome bring them in. Yeah, saves me money on wages, but one of 'em nearly butchered two good men. The whole lot of 'em should be melted down and thrown off a 'jammer. You want to go get rid of 'em for me, go right ahead. Warehouse is in the tunnels, two levels down. There's a passage from the dock basement right there. Be careful, I think the gnome that sold 'em to me might be down there, too. Tell him if I see him again, I'm taking the gold I gave him back, one way or another."


After Kageno and the Dock Master exchange dialog on details, he heads to the bar where everyone said they would meet up at. He manages to catch the end of the performance shown and grabs an empty table large enough for the group to sit at and waits patiently enjoying the performance.

[Stan]

Phillipa smiles up at Kayla. "Thanks! that's very generous. I'm sure that at least some of us will take you up on it."

ooc: yea, I'm ready to start killin' robots.

[Dramiscius]

General Store
The general store is about half the size of Gear Hall and packed to the rafters with all kinds of pallets, crates, chests, barrels, and sacks. A casual look around reveals that anything from wheat flour to hobgoblin-made axes are readily found here.

The proprietor, a sturdy looking dwarf woman, strides out from the rear of the shop when she hears the bell above the door. A stout brunette, she wears a simple tunic and pants, and wears a red pendant on her neck. She greets the pair in a gruff manner.

"Afternoon, gentlemen. You caught me just at the end of the business day. Must be those folks from the 'jammer parked out at the docks. Lookin' for supplies? Artemis might have better lizard meat than I do, but you won't find a better price than what I've got here." She sticks out a meaty hand toward the pair.

"Name's Iris Craghammer. Been runnin' this shop for thirty-two Perianth-years. Anything you want, I can get it."


"Greetings Iris, might you of seen or heard of a gnome by the name of Cogstomp? Cogstomp Billingsworth? I've been asking around and the tavern keep pointed me in your direction."

If she hasn't I kindly thank her for her time, and inform her I might be back later for some repairs after taking care of a stray robot problem, and regroup at the tavern.

[herodofcows]

Ewan loses himself in the music, shouting and singing and stomping and roaring in the collective gestalt of the moment. Somewhere in the corner of his mind, he's aware that Phillipa is talking to Kayla and that his teammates have scattered off, but he's lost in the strum of the mandolin and the clink of the coins and the whispers that seem to fill his ears from the Wind of the Pines urging him to play, play, play until his fingers bleed and his voice is spent and his body sags with exhaustion and his entire being is given into the perfect song, the perfect show, the perfect performance to ring through the cold dark of space and into something more . . .

And so he plays. And laughs. And sings.

Sorry for the delay! I'm good to move on.

[severalservals]

Ewan loses himself in the music, shouting and singing and stomping and roaring in the collective gestalt of the moment. Somewhere in the corner of his mind, he's aware that Phillipa is talking to Kayla and that his teammates have scattered off, but he's lost in the strum of the mandolin and the clink of the coins and the whispers that seem to fill his ears from the Wind of the Pines urging him to play, play, play until his fingers bleed and his voice is spent and his body sags with exhaustion and his entire being is given into the perfect song, the perfect show, the perfect performance to ring through the cold dark of space and into something more . . .

And so he plays. And laughs. And sings.

Sorry for the delay! I'm good to move on.

Hardly! I've enjoyed the descriptions of the performance, and as I mentioned, wanted Tristan to be there. The timeline just got a touch screwy.