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Post by TenabreTrevellian on Dec 30, 2015 21:05:18 GMT
Welcome to Pincliffe. You've each arrived in the small town that is Pinecliffe, a place you've all been well prepared for and informed about. It is the home of few, but those few are important in the world as diplomats of your races. In some cases, the same diplomat that took upon the same quest you're about to embark on the last time it came around, two hundred years ago. They are waiting, ready to welcome you as you come to the town gate. A short, stone wall forms a ring around it, depicting a lot of the history of the world, the peace between races, and the warnings of the atrocities that war brings. The Slad'ran diplomat is still waiting for her own ambassador to arrive and asks each of you as you come to the gates whether you've seen him. Your ambassador takes you away before any introductions can be made just yet, however, claiming that will all be part of the due process when the ceremony begins. They give you a small tour of the town, offering you some time to do some bits and pieces before the ceremony itself. You've got a couple of hours to do as you wish. The weather is fine, is a little cloudy, and there are a small number of races occupying the streets, offering wares which seem just a little bit overpriced, for the occasion. Carvings of Pokemon made in wood and stone, assorted leathers and more catch your eyes. Pidgey roost on building tops, watching down with eyes open, ready to swoop for a morsel of food dropped by passers by, and Patrat occasionally pop out from behind buildings. Tarkuul, as you enter the town and are led around, you notice two Gillmen, one seemingly giving the same kind of tour as you are receiving. The older of the pair is a woman, who is tall and broad and, if not for the gills peeking from over a rather fancy if soggy looking blue cloak, could be mistaken as human. The younger is a man, and he looks fresh out of the water carrying a spear. Both sport a leather thonged belt that strange shiny thin pebbles are attached. Behind the pair is a Walren, occasionally letting out drizzles of rain over the pair. Eli, as you enter the town and look around, you note the rather diverse arrangement of races around you. Used to this sort of thing with the Chimeric Confederation it feels strangely similar, even a Tiefling passes you by without much more than a passing glance. You spot in particular a young Aarakoa girl in the streets, playing with a Natu. Her feathers are black and her beak short and grey as she follows the Natu with her eyes, flinging large seeds into the air for it to catch and eat. Icarus, as you enter, you get a few more looks than seem comfortable. Perhaps it's the hat? Perhaps it's not the Warforged they were expecting? Who knows, but they linger on you, some even with smiles. Small children seem to run closer to you, and shyly look away if you meet their gazes. As you take a look around, you spot an Aipom with a small bowl of loose change as a man next to him plays a flute. In a large basket to the side of him, an Ekans dances. Cecily, as you enter, the one showing you around seems rather young for what age you thought they would be. This escalates when they begin telling you about memories living in Pinecliffe, of things they did years ago. They ask you about things that have happened since, people who may be still alive that died a while ago. The line of inquiry stops, however, upon spotting a worried looking gnome in the street, looking around confused. From under their hat, a Spritzee occasionally shows its face, before retreating back inside. ((Spoilers will contain OOC information, if this is private, your name will be above said spoiler)) You may feel free to also create the ambassador of your race, the person who is meeting you here. From a small piece of information to just what they look like is fine, if you would prefer me to go over it then this is alright too. Chances are, they are not dissimilar to you. I am more than happy to flesh them out instead.
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Post by TenabreTrevellian on Dec 30, 2015 21:07:24 GMT
Pinecliffe: The current town you've entered and the place where the ceremony is beginning. Notable parts of town include; Fishers Row - Where the fishers of the town meet to sell various bits and bobs, Pokemon alive and for food, from the great lake nearby. Apex Trading House - A guild building focused on the trade from around the world, categorising who is offering what and where it is going, to who it is going. They maintain various records. House of the Green Mother - Although many churches and altars have popped up in the town, the House of the Green Mother is a large church to the left of town where the followers worship Shaymin, in hopes of good health. It hosts a large flower clock. The Wily Linguist - Pinecliffe's most popular, and only, watering hole for soldiers, travelers, and adventurers, the Wily Linguist has suffered massive cracks in its walls and foundation during it's long standing in the town, all of which have been ”creatively” patched by its eccentric clientele over the years. Ownership traditionally passes to the eldest regular when the current owner retires. Floodmarket: Dips into the ocean itself, floating platforms house shops as well as tradeboats and transportation between the lands. That said, it is a small dock, and to find a ship is chancey. Denirim and the Keep: The town of Denirim is close by and is a small training town for militias near Pinecliffe. Due to the significance of this ceremony, the people of Denirim like to ensure its safety and where there are mostly peaceful people in the area, the majority of them will pick up a blade and bring out a fighting Pokemon. The keep is an outpost for information and defense, alongside Saren Keep to the south. Daskedi's Farm: The Rakshasa Daskedi has forgone the normal castes of his city and began a peaceful life after his own trip around the world a good few years ago and tends to a farm nearby, with a huge amount of fields to work in. Seer Heights Outpost: An outpost of the people of Pinecliffe, what it's used for isn't spoken about.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 1, 2016 7:03:14 GMT
Eli smiled as he followed behind Ambassador Stillgust as the Minotauress lead him further into the village. He'd stiffened slightly when addressed by the Slad'ran ambassador, but had assured her that he'd seen no sign of their representative. Now, Prowl was being true to his name, stalking alongside his trainer, while Blaze was napping in the hood of his travel cloak, soaking in the heat his trainer gave off. Spotting a glint on the ground near where the Aarakoa girl is playing with her friend, Eli stoops for a moment, picking up a small gemstone that's mostly covered in dust. One bearing the familiar cut of a Confederate Mon-stone, though at the moment it's too caked with grime to determine the type. Pocketing it for later, he gives the girl a small smile as he approaches.
"Hello there. Is that your friend?" He indicates the Natu. "These are my friends. Prowl, and Blaze." The Meowth regards the little psychic bird curiously, while Blaze merely grunts and rolls over in his makeshift nest, more interested in snoozing than in making new friends.
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Post by TenabreTrevellian on Jan 1, 2016 18:42:08 GMT
The girl's head barely levels with your chest, enough so that she has to look up to answer. Her eyes dart between Eli and Prowl, before settling on Blaze. Her eyes soften, the beak being unhelpful for understanding the emotions of Aarakoa. The Natu lands on her shoulder and makes the same sequence of looks between Eli, Prowl and Blaze. They both, at the same time, take a look at Stillgust and brief looks of understanding come across them.
"Hello! Yes, this is Dereau!" She brings up her winged arm, feathers fluttering in the wind a little, to stroke just under the Natu's beak, it seemed happy with this, "He's fairly new to me, but we're good friends already!"
Stillgust stands to the side, head tilted to the side watching the exchange with a bemused expression.
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Post by carnackiArdent on Jan 1, 2016 20:10:07 GMT
The nice thing about compound eyes is that you don't need to be looking around wildly to take in the world around you. Cecily nods to show she's paying attention as she watches the passersby, though she finds herself groping for answers - she's never met half of the people the ambassador asks about. Praelia's pacing behind them, the Croagunk keeping station like a bodyguard, while Draconarius hovers over their heads, darting back and forth between Cecily and Quincy Aelius Alexander, the far-too-young-looking Libellan ambassador.
She freezes abruptly when one of the questions happens to contain the name of the previous head of the Dragoons. "Titus Pompey Patroclus? Titus Patroclus died five years ago, Ambassador. Seriously, no one told you? Curie Primia leads the Dragoons now. How did nobody..."
She trails off as Draco's wings buzz angrily - he's zeroed in on the poor gnome. Cecily's mandibles open in what would be a sneer if she had lips, but then she gets herself under control. They're supposed to be trying to get along, right?
She raises one of her upper hands to try and calm the Yanma down. "Down, Draco. Sorry, he's bad with... strangers." Cecily is not very subtle about the insult she didn't say. "Is there something wrong?"
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Post by HeadPikachu on Jan 3, 2016 1:57:17 GMT
Tarkuul listened respectfully to the elder ramble about the city, holding Na'tok in her arms against her with Karga following excitedly. It was a bit too warm for her tastes, but she supposed she would just need to get used to that while traveling; however, for comfort she did have most of her armor stripped, remaining in her leather pants and a loose cloth top. Her leather belt remained around her waist, holding her sword and the two runestones for her pokemon. This was a peaceful city, so hopefully there would be little need for her armor until they were on the road again, anyway. As for her pokemon, Karga didn't seem too affected; most Poochyena from the north were only mildly furrier and fluffier than their southern counterparts, with them growing their coat in full upon evolution. Na'tok hugged Tarkuul's ice pendant to cool herself off, though, not really enjoying the milder climate.
The elder himself was a lively old orc named Jartok Stormaxe, pushing 70 but still young at heart. He had been a warrior; standing tall and proud, covered in many scars and tattoos representing the orcs, and was one of the first to volunteer to move to Pinecliff for the sake of the Orcs. Jartok had been no older than Tark, came here with several other orcs, young and old alike, and was the last of the original group still alive and well. A few other orcs had followed years later, including one that would become his wife and mother to his children, but he had the most history with the city. His black hair had become peppered and mostly grey by now, thin and balding, though there was still a fire in his dark grey eyes. Not literally, of course, since he had no affiliation for fire, but his oldest grandson became a Fire Bringer; his grandson was not much older than Tark, actually, and the elder had been not-so-subtly been trying to set up the pair since she arrived. As for his pokemon, he had a Mamoswine from Gro'dash and a Mightyena, bred from the original Mighyena he traveled with in his youth; its father was a southern Mightyena, so its fur wasn't so thick and its temperment was less mild, but it was still a grand beast. Both runestones were hung around his neck, one glowing a faint icy blue as the Mamoswine rested inside.
As they passed by the trading house - she actually saw a trader from Gro'dash selling furs and jerky, and gave him a nod - Tarkuul noticed the gillmen pair on a similar tour, confirmed by some familiar phrases she overheard. Good thing she was quick with languages. "Elder Jartok, who are those two Gillmen? They seem to be diplomats on a tour, much like ourselves." She asked in Orcish, the tongue they had both been using since she arrived.
Jartok looked over, squinted his eyes, and laughed heartily. "Sharp eyes, child! That's Ambassador Uyori; she's got a spear up her bum, but she's got a good heart. That must be the child she's been yammering on about for the past two weeks. He's going to be traveling with you and a couple of others; I'm sure we'll see them soon. Also, don't call her Ori." He answered in Orcish, though his last statement made little sense...Until he spoke in Common to call to her and her protege. "Good afternoon, Ori! That the new Gillmen diplomat?" That cheeky old orc.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 4, 2016 4:22:37 GMT
Eli smiles gently. "I met Prowl here when I was little too. He's been one of my very best friends ever since, isn't that right buddy?" Eli turned to look at his partner, only to grimace comically to see Prowl washing his face and paying not the slightest bit of attention... until one slit-pupiled blue eye cracked open slyly to gauge Eli's reaction. Eli laughed and shook his head. "Of course, sometimes friends can be silly just for the sake of getting a rise out of you." He reached over to the offended looking scratch cat... who promptly melted into a purring puddle of bliss as Eli found that one spot behind his right ear. "I'm sure that you and Dereau will go on to do great things together. As long as you remember to treat him as a friend, I know he will be there for you." Eli smiles at the girl, giving her head a gentle pat (and being sure not to stroke against the grain of her feathers), before moving to rejoin the ambassador. He gives the massive bovine woman a small smile, and murmers to her as they continue their tour.
"I'm just as much of an ambassador as you are at the moment Matriarch Stillgust, and I've found that one of the best ways to get a good rep with people is to be kind to their young ones. Kids talk, they remember kindness, and they share stories." He grins a little. "And sometimes they can help you find out things that adults just brush off. Last mission I was on solo, I had to deal with a rogue mon that was preying on a herd of Mareep. If not for the Shepherdess' daughter, I may not have been able to find the predator." He grimaces. "A rather nasty Cacnea that had moved into the area recently, and was... well, it was messy. But the little girl saw the beast leaving the flock, and was able to tell me where it was hiding."
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Post by Joltz on Jan 4, 2016 10:17:21 GMT
Icarus is guided into town by Master Oakfell. He is one of the ancient, well respected figures of authority amongst the Warforged. And really not a fan of Icarus having been the chosen one to be the Warforged representative. Master Oakfell is the voice of nature itself in the Warforged community. An important voice in a nation that primarily wants to advance technologically. Master Oakfell does not believe one bit in Icarus. And he's basically waiting for him to fail. To have his little I-told-you-so moment. He watches Icarus eye the man with the Aipom and the Ekans with excitement.
"Don't even think about it." Oakfell says in a deep voice. The mask making it hard to read the ancient's intentions.
Icarus pushes down on his own curiosity and complies. "Yes Master Oakfell."
The ambassador points towards a giant tree, which the duo approaches. "This, dear boy, is a Calbaranan. It is one of the oldest species of trees known to man. There used to be forests filled with these trees, far as the eye could see. But sadly, the war destroyed most of them. I can hear them weep for their lost brethren. It's not because they are trees that ..." The man interrupts his monologue as he looks to the left, and then to the right. A swift sense of panic enters the man's emotion. Where is Icarus?? Only seconds later, the panic is replaced by anger. As he sees the young representative running towards the man playing the flute.
"Heya! That's pretty awesome. This Ekans likes to dance does he? Me to!" Icarus smiles genuinely as he's trying to observe and mimic the Ekans movements.
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Post by TenabreTrevellian on Jan 4, 2016 23:13:45 GMT
Cecily - The gnome looks taken aback at first, eyes darting to the Yanma with a quick hand to their belt, about to grasp an apricorn until you come into view. They slowly draw the hand away, "Ah yes, I see, wary he must be," they say, tilting their head a little to the side before bringing it back to look Cecily up and down, if there is any racial resentment, their face doesn't show it, "It appears Lord Baramura has gone missing, whilst I wasn't listening to his reminiscing, he's walked away and left me alone, in a town where I'm unknown."You hear the rhyming in their voice, almost sing song in the flow it comes to your ears, and as they tell you this, the Spritzee looks out from the hat once more, before treating, but the gnome reaches up and scoops it up with a hand, putting the hat back in place, "Libellan , if I've the right deduction, Silas Obervald is my introduction."From behind them, a figure comes out from the crowd, drawing up behind Silas. They smile, and Quincy's mandibles look pleased to see the figure, who says nothing.
Tarkuul - "Jartok, it's definitely emotional to see you," Uyori's face turned into a forced grin as she saw the old orc, but her knuckles tightened just a little, enough to be noticeable, "Yes, this is Shoalo , and I assume this is your own green one." Jartok nods as you get closer, and you notice a Tynamo just shifting around Shoalo's legs, he whispers to you that green means new, green around the gills being a literal thing for the Gillmen . The Wailren moves closer as well, still spurting water out, narrowly missing the two Orcs, but eyes fixed on Jartok, then it's attention shifted to the Cubchoo with Tarkuul . This caught the attention of Uyori who's eyes flashed, for a moment, an icy blue as the tempreture around them dropped ever so slightly.Icarus - The man is a Tiefling you now note drawing closer, but with paler skin than most you've heard of, and smaller horns. He grins up at Icarus before blinking at Icarus' movements. He laughs, and the Aipom behind him looks amused as well, jumping up and down."Not something I ever expected to see, oh dear, you'll be stealing the attention of my charitable donators if you keep that up!" He says, proffering to his little bowl, "Don't make them like you anymore, eh?"
Before you can reply, Oakfell's presence forms a shadow over the small party going on, focused on you. "What do you think you are doing? Do you think distracting yourself from what is at hand is a good way of going about things, my boy? You have to learn and respect the things around you, you are a diplomat now, you must act like it.""Well, I enjoyed it." the Tiefling noted, shrugging his shoulders and making a hand gesture to move Oakfell a little out of the way of the view of his potential audience.
Eli - "Of course, I'll be with Dereau always!" The girl says, and you feel like there's a big grin in her voice, even if you can't see it. She waves at you as you walk on, and the bovine Stillgust smiles, near tilting her head in curiosity. "Yes, I've heard a lot of your work, I make small trips back to Belhalir from time to time, and I've followed your upbringing as much as the others have." As you continue walking, you notice she's taking you a little way out from the path of the city, to a little enclosure, almost like a park, if it wasn't for the targets and dummies. "But, I have yet to see you, or your Pokemon in action."There are a number of targets around the area, and some sheen with different colours, as if representing certain things. The dummies have the same kind of magic around them, but are more scattered around. Occasionally, a target that looks more like a small eye floats around before replacing itself. Stillgust leans on a wall and looks expectantly, besides a little basket with some shafts of weaponry sticking out.
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Post by carnackiArdent on Jan 5, 2016 0:27:49 GMT
"Dragoon Cecily Renata. And yes, Libellan." Cecily hasn't met many gnomes firsthand, and finds herself wondering if they all rhyme when they talk. She bends down slightly and offers an open hand, keeping half an eye on the figure coming up behind them. Judging by Quincy's expression, she guesses that's probably the Fey ambassador - this Lord Baramura. She's still not sure just what's up with Quincy, but she supposes the ambassadors get used to each other over the years, even if it still sounds like rather more years than it should. "I'm guessing we'll wind up seeing a bit of each other, then, if we're on this..."
She pauses, not entirely sure what to actually call the journey they're undertaking. "... Quest." She's jumping to conclusions, but she thinks they're pretty safe ones, since Silas just said they don't live here.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 6, 2016 1:14:41 GMT
Eli gives a little grin as he unbuckles his normal sword, reaching into the basket to withdraw a practice blade that's a close match to his normal short sword. Setting his cloak aside as well, he gave a soft whistle. From in the hood, Blaze perked up immediately, his fire springing to life as soon as the mon was free of the fabric. Prowl came to attention, pupils contracting to hair-thin slivers as he regarded the training area, paws flexing and revealing till-now hidden claws sharp enough to gouge the wood with just the slightest pressure.
Eli paused, his mon on either side of him, and took a deep breath. Focusing, his right hand gave a small twitch, indicating Prowl, before the two blitzed into action. Opening his mouth, Eli spat a wad of flames roughly half the size of his head at a grouping of targets. The main target is heavily scorched, while its two companions on either flank are less so.
Even as Eli "engages" the central target, Prowl comes in, a silent missile of fur and claws that pounces on the target to the left in a manner that would have left any humanoid off-balance and fumbling. The two weave an intricate dance, as Eli's footing becomes much more mobile, making him harder to hit, while Prowl is a whirling dervish of teeth and claws, each strike placed to do maximum damage for minimal effort. After several strikes, Prowl leaps back... and belches a cloud of smoke, covering the three targets, and Eli as well. Another sharp whistle from within the smoke cloud had Prowl falling back, and Blaze entering the fray, firing off a blast of embers into the smokescreen, even as Eli disengaged.
The two began a two-pronged assault on the remainder of the targets, Eli closing up with his blade, while Blaze hung back and sniped. The finale was when the flying target lifted aloft, and was caught between another blast of flame from Eli, and a nearly invisible distortion in the air as Blaze's eyes opened wide, showing a kaleidoscope of energies being controlled by the little Cyndaquil's mind. Panting with exertion, Eli stepped back to observe the carnage, before looking over at Stillgust and giving a cheeky grin. "How's that for showing what we can do, huh Ambassador?"
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Post by Joltz on Jan 6, 2016 10:48:24 GMT
"I can't help it Chief. Dancing's in my metal. If I hear the music, the movement takes over." Icarus replies to Oakfell, seemingly without a worry in the world. He just surrenders to the Tiefling playing his instrument. "Flu flu fluuu flu fluuuu." With every note, Icarus is getting more and more into it. He has never heard a Tiefling play an instrument before, and it's a great experience for the Warforged. "Join in Master Oakfell, let's get integrated into the community." Then his eyes catch the Ekans mixing it up. It feels like this Pokémon is ready for a friendly dance battle. Icarus locks eyes with the Pokémon, and they start moving alike.
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Post by HeadPikachu on Jan 7, 2016 1:21:12 GMT
Tarkuul was confused and briefly offended until the 'green' part was explained, given the fact she was literally green. A simple misunderstanding, and one she brushed off as soon as it was clarified. She switched to Common to introduce herself. "I am Tarkuul; it is an honor to meet you both." Na'tok looked around curiously as the temperature dropped, still hugging the ice, while Karga puffed out her chest to look all big and impressive like Jartok's Mightyena. It didn't work, but it was an adorable effort.
"Is this temperature change your own doing or that of your Wailren? We thank you either way; Na'tok has been uncomfortable in this mild climate. I would recall her to her stone for her comfort, but she must learn to adjust to the changing environment on our journey." Tarkuul said, scratching Na'tok behind the ears as she spoke. It was clear already she was a bit more professional than Jartok...But then again, he had been an ambassador for decades at this point and she had yet to see him in a serious situation.
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Post by TenabreTrevellian on Jan 7, 2016 18:05:37 GMT
Tarkuul - Uyori smiled and, as a response, held up a hand making a motion one might attribute to sleight of hand, forming ice crystals around them. "Meeting your kind, I understand it helps to cool things down, yes, that was I, my name is Uyori, it is a pleasure." She makes a short bowing motion, which is replicated by Shaolo beside her, who attempts to introduce himself in his native language, before starting over in common. "The changing weather is going to be difficult for all of us, one way or another, I do not know how I will survive the deserts of Turran."As he finished, a tremendous sound echoed around the city, like a giant horn being blown. Uyori and Jartok both look towards the centre of town, Jartok with a sigh, beginning to walk towards the source. "I thought we had more time than that to look around, oh well. It's time for the start of the ceremony." Shaolo stood beside Tarkuul, handing her a small piece of parchment, you can make out the letters at the top are Shaolo's own name. He hands you a thin brush and unbottles a small vial of black liquid, asking if you'd put your name down too. A memento, for the start of their journey. Icarus - The dance goes on, Ekans seems to accept this would-be challenge, more of his body rising into the air, twisting and turning to much the joy of the Tiefling and those around. Oakfell was in a minority in his disapproval as he watched, crossing his arms but not saying anything else. He exasperates, in something that could be considered a sigh, and he places his staff down. It glows momentarily, and turns into a Serperior, who glances at the scene at hand, and begins a dance of their own. The crowd love such a display, giving some gold to the Tiefling's bowl causing the Aipom to need to use his tail to hold it up. The sound of a large horn echoes around the city and everything else stops, the Serperior turning to Oakfell, and loosely coiling around him. "The tomfoolery must end, the ceremony begins."Cecily - Indeed you shall. The words are not so much spoken, as if you understand that the words were said, and you know what was said, but they didn't go through the normal channels a voice should. You can barely remember the tone, but not even what the voice sounds like. Lord Baramura looks expectantly at the back of Silas' head, before he turns around, greeting him. He seems to take note of the greeting before turning to you. You understand that he recalls being grouped with a Libellan the last time the ceremony came around, and that they had an interesting time. He also hands over a small package, you get the impression he thought it would be a nice gesture. Inside is a clay bowl with some kind of morsel inside, you are reassured it is Surskit. When the horn sounds across the four of you, Lord Baramura nods and walks away, leaving Silas a little disorientated, bowing heavily and running after him. Eli - Most of the dummies were left a smoking wreck as Stillgust's eyes were wide, her eyebrows near hitting her horns before she coughs and looks back at you. "Yes, well, that wasn't too bad at all."She moves over to a dummy, attempting to pick it up and piece it together with barely any avail. "I'm probably going to have to explain this..." She mutters to herself. "You even blew to bits the ones with water enhancements!" After a short while of attempting to gather as many dummies that were workable as possible, she drew up close to Eli. "Alright, so your stories are true then, this is good, I have a little more confidence that sending you out will end well, so I'm going to tell you this. When you end up in Gussrak, when you get to the Sald'ran city, find a river naga named Selral and give him this, okay?"She hands you what looks like a chunk of amber with a number of runes even you're not sure of the meaning to carved into it. The horn blows as this is given to you, and she looks up, sighing, the ceremony is starting. All - You have a little walk to get to Pinecliffe's centre, a few bridges across lovely flowing rivers through the city where a Naga is swimming alongside a Milotic, prying things from the water's bottom and displaying them to a nearby Elf. An Aarakoa flies overhead, followed by a flock of Spearow. A kobold runs by carrying some scrolls and a book, a scruff of cloth around his neck has the word 'Zeem' on it, chasing him is a Helioptile. The Centre itself is a large temple and the Slad'ran ambassador is inside with what looks like the new naga with him, looking awkwardly out of breath. A number of the other races are present too, dotted about and all wearing similar robes. All orange, with a green hood and lining. They offer small drinks and morsels as you do enter. You may feel free to RP out talking to the people alongside you as you move, or going off to do whatever else first, not to railroad you but to set up that it is indeed time.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 7, 2016 22:58:59 GMT
Eli grinned again, before his brows raise slightly in confusion at the item he's being entrusted with. Before he can ask anything, the horn sounds. Carefully placing the piece of amber in his pack, Eli looks inquisitively at Stillgust. "I'm guessing I need to be discreet with this?"
After receiving his answer, he follows the ambassador, observing the other people around him in detail. He accepts the gifts of food and drink, sharing them with his mon and thanking the people before moving on. As the rest of the participants of the ceremony gather, he takes them in with an assessing gaze as they arrive, giving the Libellen, Gillman and the Warforged friendly nods, a more formal nod to the naga and the gnome. He looks around curiously for the Rakshasa's ambassador and their participant, before his eyes land on what's likely the orcish ambassador, and...
Eli's eyebrows rise appreciatively when he spots Tarkuul. Smiling, he moves to greet her first, thoughts of decorum tumbling right out out of his head. At his side, Prowl sees the pretty female greenskin Eli is heading for, and just heaves a sigh before giving Stillgust a weary look and padding after his master.. "Well, this is certainly going to be a pleasant trip with such lovely, and obviously capable, company," he notes, paying attention to the various scares decorating her form. "Eli Drakenforge, the representative for the Chimeric Confederacy, at your humble service. These two reprobates with me are Blaze, and Prowl." He gives Tarkuul a charming grin as he indicates the Cyndaquil and Meowth, before offering his hand in the typical orcish greeting he'd observed in Majak.
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Post by HeadPikachu on Jan 8, 2016 1:36:48 GMT
Tarkuul nods and adds her name to the top as well; he'd likely be getting the signatures of the others after the ceremony or on their travels. A bit messy, since she wasn't quite used to the brush method of writing, but it worked.
The temple itself was massive in Tark's eyes; far taller than most anything she had seen, especially in Grodash. And far more elaborate, though she felt a lot of the decoration was unnecessary...Ah, well. Karga sniffed around eagerly, and even Na'tok looked about the temple in awe from her trainer's arms. As Eli approached, Karga parked up and sniffed at Eli and the pokemon while he spoke. Tarkuul, however, looked down at the dragon boy - literally, as she had 3 inches on him - and nodded at the compliment. She chose to ignore the subtle come-on for his sake; she wasn't into short men.
"Well met." She said, returning the greeting; a firm grasp and shake at the wrist. Maybe a little too firm, but Eli should be fine. Nothing was probably broken. "Tarkuul Frostblade; Ice Warden of Grodash and the Orcish representative. Na'tok is the cub in my arms, and Karga is the pup trying to get friendly with your cat." She introduced with a smirk as Karga attempted to sniff Prowl's behind in a typical canine greeting.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 8, 2016 2:18:33 GMT
Eli simply smiled at the woman. Thankfully her grip wasn't as strong as Commander Leomund's, and the scales under his bracers were good at cushioning such powerful grasps. "A pleasure. And don't worry about Prowl, he's worked alongside canines before."
Indeed, the scratch cat just seemed more exasperated with his human than with the pooch, though after a polite moment, his tail came down firmly, the coiled end thudding into the top of Karga's head in a warning to back off, which was followed by the cat sitting down and beginning to groom his face. The blow was in no way an attack though, at best it would have startled the pooch.
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Post by carnackiArdent on Jan 8, 2016 4:04:27 GMT
Cecily was left staring at the Fey diplomat. She had no idea what to call what had just happened - Libellans didn't produce many telepaths or anything remotely similar, and the gift caught her off-guard. Belatedly, she "smiled" and bowed stiffly. "Thank you." She felt a little bad now for being slightly cold to Silas, when Lord Baramura at least was clearly making an effort to be friendly."I am sorry I have nothing with which to return the favor."
At least she didn't have to spend much time being embarrassed before the horn sounded and a gesture from Quincy sent them both following after Lord Baramura, even if they didn't have to run to keep up the way poor Silas did. The size of the temple was certainly impressive; Libellans generally only built big for extremely important structures, since solid ground that was level enough for a sprawling complex was at a premium in the marshes. It was more common over in the east, nearer to the ocean. She accepted the refreshments gracefully as she took in the others around the large chamber. She gave the Gillmen a friendly wave, and caught herself watching that young man whose race she couldn't quite place out of the side of her eye as he focused his attention on the tall orc. She froze for a moment when she made the connection.
He must be... they sent a half-dragon? She'd been under the vague impression that he'd have been deemed too important to send out of the country, even on something like this - but then again, she was probably grossly misunderstanding how the Confederacy worked. Politics - especially the internal politics of countries on the other side of the ocean - weren't Cecily's strong point, and most of her awareness of half-dragons was based on the rumors surrounding the Confederacy's founder.
She tried not to giggle when she caught sight of the Warforged representative. She was in her dark-colored ceremonial armor, much more decorative than practical, but looking at him, she felt underdressed. Hopefully he couldn't tell that the set of her mandibles had betrayed her grinning before she got it under control. She beckoned Draco down to alight on her upper arm and fed him a couple of morsels while Praelia nibbled on slices of some root Cecily wasn't familiar with. After a moment's consideration, she approached the Warforged, inclining her head. "I'm not sure whether this is more or less than I expected for the start of our journey. Part of me was hoping for cheering crowds. What do you think, sir Warforged?"
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Post by TenabreTrevellian on Jan 11, 2016 16:00:58 GMT
The Rakshasa enter a little while after the rest of you have arrived, followed closely by a Pyroar and a Girafarig. They seem to have pulled out the stops, adorned with a mismatch of crowns and jewellery. You could imagine selling it could build whole new cities. As they enter, as in on cue, a large door opposite opens. A djinn walks out, adorned in the same kind of robes as the people around you, but open instead of wrapped around her, more like a shawl or cloak rather than a set of robes. A duo of Frasslas follow close behind her and everyone turns away from the Rakshasa's gaudy entrance to this figure. You all know, either from tales, talks in your home cities, or a quick nudge by your mentoring ambassador, that this is Quel'clay, the woman who currently runs the ceremony and has done for a very long time. She is silent for the moment, but the start of the ceremony is coming shortly.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 11, 2016 16:03:13 GMT
Eli quickly turns his attention to the djinn. There'll be time for interaction later.
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