North by Northwest (storyline)/2022-11-16 - Bodohal Gallanst Galavants (log)

From the perspective of Dendum, I do not have whatever happened at Helgas if someone wants to add that

Bodohal Arrives

Middle Dock 

Laboring dockworkers and strolling seamen mingle here on the weathered planks of the dock, between the hulls of large seafaring merchantmen. The groan of ships pulling at hawsers, the clatter of feet upon gangplanks, and the swearing of the dockworkers mix with the cries of seabirds and the cadence of waves against the pilings. You also see the web-draped Missoni disk, a lazy wild blood red dog, the Alarke disk, the Udari disk, the Fyg disk, a black-eared red and grey fox and a black imperial wagon with a glowing blue-white pylon on it. Also here: Missoni, Udari, Birch Guardian Akenna, Seaward Alarke, The Fabulous Fyg, Commodore Jaysehn Obvious paths: west

Udari slings a sephwir composite bow off from over his shoulder.

Udari says, "Still better to be ready just incase."

Bodohal leaps from the longboat to the dock, followed by a group of rowdy sailors garbed in deep blue leathers and amber-hued sashes. 'Bold text

>look bod You see Captain Bodohal Gallanst. He appears to be a Human from Seareach. He is short. He appears to be of a ripe old age. He has brooding brown eyes and blotchy skin. He has balding, copper red hair streaked with silver. He has a weathered face, a beak-like nose and a curled mustache. He has a pearl-inset blue leather eyepatch covering one of his eyes. He is in good shape.

He is wearing a deep blue flat cap dangling a gold-chained amber teardrop, a weathered deep blue longcoat with polished amber toggles, a deep blue tooled leather pauldron set with a faceted amber gem, a notched yew short bow with a vultite-banded grip, a weathered leather bandolier, a black peascod-bellied doublet with large gold buttons, a notched vultite tackle box, a weathered vultite quiver marked with angular notches, a deep blue tooled leather coin bag clasped with a faceted amber gem, some crisp black brocade breeches, and a pair of tall black boots with thick gold buckles.

Fyg removes a slender rowan runestaff embedded with cracked glass beads from in her black lace garter. At her touch, a number of sigils worked into its grain take on a faint luminescence. A smoke-stained ebonwood manual slinks in looking for its owner.

Dendum frowns.

Jaysehn looks thoughtfully at Bodohal.

Bodohal removes a fat black cigar from in his deep blue longcoat.

You notice Kippe moving stealthily into the area.

Jaysehn slowly strides over to stand before Bodohal.

Jaysehn gives a quick nod and tips his hat to Bodohal.

Fyg glances at Bodohal.

Jaysehn says, "Captain."

The raven circles lazily above.

Akenna stows her orase staff in her runestaff sling with a flash of flame and burst of smoke.

Missoni gazes with interest at Bodohal.

Missoni nods politely at Bodohal.

Udari nods at Bodohal.

Alarke nods to Bodohal in greeting.

The red and grey fox pants quietly.

Bodohal gruffly asks, "Someone have a match?"

Blade Yardie just arrived.

Jaysehn smiles quietly to himself.

Motes of shadowy light flow in and resolve into High Lady Lahanna.

Kippe removes a wooden matchbox from in his leather hooded cloak.

Sixbits put a well-balanced lor runestaff in his hemp beanie.

A blast of heat explodes from Alarke's vultite morning-star as the violet flames surrounding it gain new life.

Kippe offers Bodohal a wooden matchbox.

Lahanna gives Missoni a friendly hug. Sixbits nods. Sixbits removes a well-balanced lor runestaff from in his hemp beanie. Draelor nods in greeting at Yardie.

Speaking to Bodohal, Akenna says, "I have fire... but no match."

Bodohal deeply asks, "Be good about it, and light that for me?"

Missoni hugs Lahanna, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Yardie waves to Draelor.

The red and grey fox barks.

Kippe lights a match by flicking it against his thumb.

Yardie blinks at Bodohal.

Missoni smiles.

Missoni hugs Kippe.

Missoni gently rubs the tawny range wolf on the head.

Casting an expectant eye at Bodohal's black cigar, Dendum sharply snaps his fingers, and a flame ignites the tip of the black cigar. A curl of honeyed licorice smoke wends up from Bodohal's cigar. The mirror images surrounding Psighs undulate and grow stronger.

Psighs renews his songs.

Kippe offers Bodohal a burning match.

Bodohal deeply exclaims, "Crew of The Shiver. Give them some room, go about your leave!"

Bodohal accepts Kippe's burning match.

Bodohal parts his lips and blows a steady stream of honeyed licorice smoke into the air before him.

Kippe leans against the wagon, taking a momentary rest.

Missoni wiggles her nose.

The dog opens its mouth wide in an extended yawn.

You see a burning match being waved around. The burning match goes out, disappearing in a small puff of smoke.

Speaking to Bodohal, Dendum remarks, ""There have lit cigar, can go back south now yes?"

Brakian just arrived.

A group of rowdy sailors force shove past you and turn down Locksmehr Way, startling a young fisherman. Their roaring laughter fades as they enter a building not too far away. With a deep chuckle, the longboat's oarsmen turn their boat around and start heading back towards a massive blue man o' war anchored just beyond the sea gates.

Kippe put a wooden matchbox in his leather hooded cloak.

Mister Neithan just arrived.

Missoni glances west.

Akenna glances around the area.

Yardie exclaims, "Hey!"

Draelor frowns.

Yardie exclaims, "Excuse you!"

The animated jeddart-axe slowly bobs up and down.

Missoni dusts herself off.

The red and grey fox rolls around on the ground for a moment.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "Those lads look like they've been aboard a while."

Speaking to Bodohal, Akenna asks, "What brings you to the Landing, Captain?"

Bodohal deeply says, "Don't mind them. They've been at sea too long."

Bodohal chuckles.

Leaning back, Bodohal squints his eyes against the curtain of smoke the cigar is forming around him.

Bodohal puffs slowly from his cigar.

A massive grey wolf suddenly bounds across the area, enjoying his freedom with long lazy lopes.

Jaysehn nods.

Bodohal blows out a long stream of honeyed licorice smoke. It forms a cloud that slowly wafts away.

Faint ripples in the ground beneath Sixbits become apparent before quickly dissipating.

Rivulets of glowing mana trickle from Sixbits's fingertips as he calls the elements to his aid.

Sixbits gestures.

Faint ripples in the ground form beneath Sixbits for a moment.

Bodohal deeply says, "I hear this place has the sights. Good for some time ashore."

Bodohal shifts his vultite tackle box to the other hip and tightens the braided loops to better secure a notched ironwood fishing rod affixed to its side.

Jaysehn says, "The countryside is full of wonder. It is true."

Kippe looks thoughtfully at Bodohal.

Event Planner Leafiara's group just arrived.

Missoni agrees, "It is a bustling port."

Entress just arrived.

Lageiros just arrived.

Leafiara observes her surroundings with a keen eye.

Fyg exclaims, "It's a nice town!"

Speaking to Bodohal, Akenna says, "I'm sorry... I'm Akenna Laeraun-Ranshai of the Order of the Silver Gryphon... we've had a lot of visiters as of late."

Neithan holds up his hand and tilts it side to side in a so-so gesture.

Akenna smiles.

Speaking to Bodohal, Udari says, "These be troubling times for the Landing. Everyone is tense and on edge."

Grand Lady Innez just arrived.

An amber-eyed tawny range wolf wanders over to a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake sprouting yellow primroses, inspecting her in curiosity and causing the little plant to give off a shrill giggle in response.

Thin threads of smoke trail from the smoldering end of Bodohal's cigar.

Saraphenia says, "I'm not."

Leafiara whispers, "Sure seems it..."

Leafiara curiously asks, "What was the commotion I heard around here earlier?"

Lahanna hugs Saraphenia, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Lahanna gives Leafiara a friendly hug.

Saraphenia hugs Lahanna, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Kippe gives the tawny range wolf a little tap between the shoulder blades. The wolf turns her gaze toward Kippe.

Leafiara hugs Lahanna.

Leafiara nods slowly to you.

Leafiara rubs her chin thoughtfully.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "And I am Jaysehn Ranshai. Commodore of the Sentinel Fleet. Welcome to port. If you need help navigating the local harbormaster, just let me know."

Leafiara hoots at Kippe.

Speaking to Leafiara, Missoni says, "This Captain has just arrived in port with his crew."

Sir Cryheart just arrived.

Missoni nods at Bodohal.

Leafiara hoots at Bodohal.

Kippe nods respectfully at Leafiara.

An amber-eyed tawny range wolf settles into a comfortable sitting position.

Leafiara amusedly says, "I see..."

Speaking to himself, Dendum says, ""Wise parking ship so far away from docks...."

With a squeal, a yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake sprouting yellow primroses slides beneath the Alarke disk, grasping the sides with her root-like appendages. She proceeds to spin midair as the disk turns, shrieking in excitement.

Missoni adds, "Quite a rambunctious crew."

Cryheart says, "Evening all."

Speaking to Leafiara, Yardie asks, "I wonder if he brought some port?"

Lahanna waves to Cryheart.

The dog gazes ahead blankly, seemingly oblivious to its surroundings.

Jaysehn gives a quick nod and tips his hat to Cryheart.

Leafiara gazes in amusement at Yardie.

Speaking to Leafiara, Yardie says, "Or rum."

Cryheart glances at Bodohal.

Missoni hugs Cryheart.

Akenna nods to Cryheart in greeting.

Udari slings a sephwir composite bow over his shoulder.

Cryheart waves to Lahanna.

Akenna flashes a wide grin.

Speaking dryly to Yardie, Leafiara says, "He's right there, just ask him."

Cryheart gives Akenna a friendly hug.

Cryheart smiles.

Bodohal deeply says, "I'm Captain Bodohal Gallanst, of The Shiver. Flagship of the Bluewater Brigade out of Port Tamzyrr. We're here to have ourselves a good time in your little town."

Akenna hugs Cryheart.

The red and grey fox sits down, his bushy tail sweeping back and forth behind him.

Dendum says, "Have good time in another town."

Cryheart pets a black-eared red and grey fox, which nuzzles his hand softly.

Dendum says, "Try Sol Haven."

Jaysehn glances at you.

Dendum points south.

Cords of lurid pink and fuchsia flame wind in and out of the fabric of Fyg's pink wrap, licking at the air around her.

Jaysehn frowns.

Leafiara grins.

Cryheart says, "He is one person."

Cryheart nods at Bodohal.

Bodohal deeply asks, "Why would we go to another town?"

Bodohal rolls his black cigar between his thumb and index finger for a moment before puffing contentedly, sending honeyed licorice smoke into the air.

Bodohal parts his lips and blows a pair of identical, interlinked smoke rings into the air.

A yellow-eyed silvery lor mandrake sprouting yellow primroses wiggles her tap root fingers in front of her and then looks up with a big grin.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "I'm sure the Inns and gambling dens will welcome your crew and their coins."

Missoni happily says, "Port Tamzyrr. You are a ways from home."

Jaysehn smiles at Bodohal.

Hazy curls of smoke escape the tip of the cigar, forming a transparent curtain around Bodohal.

Speaking to Bodohal, Yardie says, "Did you bring some port or rum? I'd like to be inebriated for the occupation."

Lageiros put a bronze-hilted vultite falchion in his black leather thigh-sheath.

Speaking to Bodohal, Akenna says, "I'm sure the trade will be good."

Lageiros slings an embossed veil iron shield over his shoulder.

Leafiara considers, "Depends what exactly you're looking for."

Lageiros removes a skinny brown cigar from in his black stalking cloak.

Bodohal deeply says, "We're here to enjoy some time away from the Empire."

Speaking to Cryheart, Kippe says, "Part of his crew trampled by a few minutes ago."

Lageiros offers Bodohal a skinny brown cigar.

Lahanna inhales deeply upon her pipe, puckering her lips and sending out two rings of smoke before her briefly.

Bodohal glances at Lageiros.

Bodohal accepts Lageiros's brown cigar.

Brakian just went west.

Bodohal presses a cigar to his nose and inhales the aroma with gusto.

Lageiros nods.

Saraphenia exclaims, "Good evening, Captain, My name is Saraphenia SparrHawk. Call me Phenia. I am also The Aelotoi of Love!"

Udari says, "This is a free town.. freeport."

Speaking to Cryheart, Jaysehn says, "Just lads too long asea, Sir. You understand."

Bodohal nods approvingly.

Speaking interestedly to Bodohal, Neithan inquires, "Any special reason?"

Lageiros raspily says, "As a token of our hospitality."

Bodohal deeply says, "Thanks."

Bodohal put a skinny brown cigar in his deep blue longcoat.

Bodohal attends to his tooled leather pauldron, making the pauldron as presentable as possible.

Fyg put a slender rowan runestaff embedded with cracked glass beads in her black lace garter. As it leaves her hands, the illumination of its sigils slowly ebbs away.

Sir Geijon just arrived.

Cryheart nods at Kippe.

Missoni nods to Geijon in greeting.

Alarke put a perfect haon-hafted vultite morning-star in his black suede harness.

Fixes's eyes shake rapidly from side to side.

Fixes gestures.

Alarke deftly slides a dwarven-crafted massive spiked rolaren greatshield over his shoulder and it settles into place.

Lageiros raspily asks, "How long have ya been at sea, Cap'n?"

A draft of wind swirls the cigar smoke around Bodohal.

Lageiros peers quizzically at Bodohal.

The dog paws at the ground, and its fur twitches and quivers for a moment.

Leafiara says, "Well, Solhaven is known as the Freeport. This is... a port that's free? By some definitions."

Geijon joins Cryheart's group.

Leafiara ponders. Cryheart says, "Aye."

Geijon nods at Missoni.

Bodohal deeply says, "I like free. But I can also spend some coin."

Cryheart nods at Jaysehn.

Speaking to Bodohal, Yardie asks, "Not that I'm trying to court you but I have to ask the question: What do you define as a 'good time?"

Cryheart and Geijon bash their forearms in greeting.

Cryheart gives Missoni a friendly hug.

Leafiara grins wryly at Yardie.

The dog cocks its head to one side and raises its muzzle up into the air, sniffing anxiously. After a moment, the fur of its ruff bristles, and it begins to growl at the shadows.

Missoni flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

Akenna sighs.

Kippe rolls his eyes.

Alarke agrees with Fyg.

Jaysehn rubs his steel grey eyes.

Speaking to Bodohal, Udari says, "We cant promise you all a peaceful stay. Our neighbors have been attacking us pretty regularly."

Speaking to Leafiara, Saraphenia says, "See, even visitors to the town ignore me."

Geijon chuckles.

Cryheart waves to Leafiara.

Bodohal peers quizzically at Udari.

Speaking to Leafiara, Yardie says, "It's a fair question, let the masses mass...but it's a fair question."

Speaking to Saraphenia, Leafiara says, "He's probably had a long journey or something."

Leafiara waves to Cryheart.

Bodohal deeply asks, "You don't have defenses?"

Queatus just arrived.

Lageiros raspily says, "Yer lookin at em."

Lageiros nods at Bodohal.

Bodohal purses his lips and blows a stream of smoke out between them.

Akenna says, "We have defenses."

Fyg exclaims, "Of course we have defenses!"

Alarke says, "We do."

Geijon shows Bodohal his rune-scribed maul.

Bodohal taps his cigar, knocking a clump of ashes to the ground.

Bodohal casually observes his surroundings.

Dendum glances between Bodohal and a glowing blue-white pylon.

Cryheart says, "We hae enough."

Dendum blinks.

Innez exclaims, "It's us!"

Missoni cheerfully says, "Plenty of defenses, of course."

Fyg says, "Some are just not visible from where you're standing."

Innez asks, "Wanna turn around now?"

Oddly enough, Queatus seems somewhat less buoyant.

Fyg nods.

Speaking suspiciously to Bodohal, Neithan posits, "This wouldn't have anything to do with the Magistrate the Empire currently in town?"

Innez smirks.

The sound of metal on bone comes from Innez's mouth.

Bodohal points his black cigar at Cryheart.

Missoni asks, "The place still stands, does it not?"

Lahanna squints.

Bodohal deeply says, "You're a knight."

Cryheart grins at Bodohal.

Speaking quietly to Leafiara, Saraphenia whispers aloud, "If we're counting the gate guard as defenses, we're doomed."

A diving raven cuts away at the last second, gliding just a few feet above the ground with outstretched wings!

Tikba just arrived.

Leafiara snickers at Saraphenia.

Udari begins chuckling at Saraphenia!

Lageiros turns to face Saraphenia.

Missoni nods to Tikba in greeting.

Bodohal deeply says, "We have horses on my ship."

Tikba smiles at Missoni.

Tikba nods to Missoni in greeting.

Speaking quietly to Saraphenia, Udari says, "He doesnt count."

A light breeze cuts a swath through the cigar smoke around Bodohal, making it eddy and whirl.

Cryheart says, "There is another."

Innez squints.

Lageiros raspily says, "Helga is a better defense than tha Guard."

Missoni smiles at Tikba.

Lageiros chuckles.

Leafiara elaborates, "Mostly we just wing it with defenses and assemble what we can from whoever's awake and visitng at the moment."

Leafiara looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.

Cryheart points at Geijon.

Tikba nods in agreement at Leafiara.

The mirror images surrounding Innez undulate and grow stronger.

Innez renews her songs.

Alarke says, "'horse makes a fine meal."

Speaking to Cryheart, Geijon says, "But I don't like horses."

Fyg stares at Alarke.

Cryheart says, "I hae a horse, aye."

Dendum asks, "So...casually sailed up west coast...to get away from Turamzyrr....with...cavalry?"

Speaking to Geijon, Akenna says, "Stags and deer are easier to ride, anyway."

Leafiara concludes, "In short, Dendum's suggestion of going to Solhaven would be wise if more safety is what you're after."

Jaysehn nods in agreement at Akenna.

Saraphenia says, "I've never even seen a horse..."

Speaking deeply to Alarke, Bodohal says, "We have had to resort to that in the past. We were locked in by krolvin."

Geijon grins at Akenna.

Speaking helpfully to Alarke, Fyg says, "Usually you're supposed to ride them, not eat them."

Bodohal deeply says, "Almost starved."

Neithan folds his arms over his chest.

Holding the black cigar poised between his fingers, Bodohal uses his thumb to tilt the tip of it toward himself, inspecting it for a moment.

Dendum gazes blankly at Bodohal.

Akenna frowns at Bodohal.

Bodohal deeply says, "Horses don't taste all that great, but if it's all you have."

Speaking to Bodohal, Alarke says, "Nothing better than slaughtering Krolvin."

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "We've been hunting Krolvin ourselves lately. I sympathize."

Grand Lady Innez just went west.

Udari says, "We got plenty of food and fresh water here."

Bodohal takes a few short puffs from his black cigar.

Saraphenia shakes her head.

Speaking to Bodohal, Akenna says, "I hope you killed them all and sent their vessels to Charl."

Fyg agrees with Akenna.

Fyg raises her fist defiantly.

Bodohal deeply asks, "Is there any good places to do some fishing?"

Speaking to Yardie, Saraphenia says, "Nope."

Cryheart winces as a black-masked banded field rat snuffles along his neck, pausing to dig its nose into his ear.

Speaking to Bodohal, Geijon says, "Th' City is safe, as much as th' sea can be sometimes. You'll be fine here."

Cryheart says, "Plenty."

Kippe gazes at his surroundings.

Missoni adopts an agreeable expression.

Fyg adds, "So long as you're not looking to harm us, of course."

Akenna pets a black-eared red and grey fox, which nuzzles her hand softly.

Cryheart lightly places his hand on the red and grey fox, which responds by moving his body beneath his hand for a thorough rubbing.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "I'm sure we can arrange a guide for you, if you like."

Fyg gives Bodohal a lopsided grin.

Speaking to Bodohal, Yardie says, "Companion park, there's another spot at the pond in Moonshine Manor. If you're just visiting, of course."

The red and grey fox wags his tail back and forth slowly.

A small ethereal red will-o'-wisp flits out from inside Geijon's yew seed pendant, hovering around the rune-scribed maul in his right hand and retreats back inside the pendant.

Bodohal deeply says, "While I'm here, I'd like to see what I can catch. Fish. Deserters. Whatever I might find."

Bodohal smirks.

Neithan grins evilly.

Drektor just arrived.

Lageiros raspily asks, "Deserters?"

Cryheart chuckles.

Akenna asks, "Deserters?"

Neithan taps the side of his nose with his finger and winks in a knowing fashion.

Tikba says, "We have some of both."

Fyg asks, "Dessert?"

Speaking to Bodohal, Saraphenia says, "Captain, you can spend silver in my shop."

Speaking deeply to Lageiros, Bodohal asks, "Did I say deserters?"

As Fyg whispers to herself, you hear a number of ingredients being listed with a count of outstretched fingers. She gestures, and for a brief moment, the mouthwatering scent of baked treats wafts through the area.

There is a bright flash and a pale pink frosted cupcake topped with a candied rose petal appears in the air, then falls into Fyg's right hand.

Saraphenia grins.

Draelor ponders.

Alarke says, "There's a dock for fishing near the bait shop."

Drektor glances suspiciously around the area.

Missoni looks thoughtfully at Bodohal.

Fyg offers Bodohal a pale pink frosted cupcake topped with a candied rose petal.

Alarke says, "Not far from here."

Lageiros raspily says, "Ya did."

Lahanna giggles at Saraphenia.

Psighs looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.

Fyg gives a lopsided grin.

Bodohal glances at Fyg.

Leafiara amusedly asks, "You mean 'dessert' there?"

Leafiara snickers.

Yardie glances at Dendum.

Lageiros raspily asks, "Are ya missing some crew?"

Dendum warns, ""The Landing will not look kindly to Turamzyrr snatching people in the city walls, even this council can not ignore that."

Cryheart says, "Several houses have ponds we all."

Bodohal deeply asks, "Does that go well with a cigar?"

Bodohal accepts Fyg's pink frosted cupcake.

Fyg exclaims, "Probably!"

Bodohal points his black cigar at his pink frosted cupcake.

Bodohal snuffs his black cigar.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "Oh....deserters can be tricky, of course. Naturally....we don't allow for the impressment of crew here. But if you have men under contract who have left their terms unserved, I'm sure the local magistrates can help."

The red and grey fox raises his ears, glancing around the area.

Bodohal drops a pale pink frosted cupcake topped with a candied rose petal.

Psighs begins to breathe less deeply.

Fyg hangs her head and glances at Bodohal with sad eyes.

Missoni looks thoughtfully at Jaysehn.

Perigourd just arrived.

Speaking to Dendum, Yardie says, "Well there was the Blameless attack months ago. That seemed forgotten, so....it's possible."

Perigourd rubs his brass-framed goggles.

Perigourd takes some brass-framed goggles with shaded lenses off his head.

Perigourd tucks some brass-framed goggles with shaded lenses into a raw leather bag cinched with braided maoral roots inside of his green suede cloak.

Tikba glances skeptically around the area.

Fyg complains, "Ruined a perfectly good cupcake!"

Perigourd removes a multi-pocket suede apron with brass-buckled straps that was over his golvern plate-and-mail.

Drektor takes a drink from his bottle of milk.

Tikba glances skeptically at Yardie.

Perigourd tucks a multi-pocket suede apron with brass-buckled straps into one of the small pouches lining the inside of his green suede cloak.

A thick plume of smoke rises above the foothills of Zeltoph.

Missoni gives Perigourd a lingering kiss on the cheek.

Missoni gives Perigourd a warm buss on the lips.

Alarke picks up a pale pink frosted cupcake topped with a candied rose petal.

Speaking to Tikba, Yardie says, "Tell me when I'm telling lies."

The earth rumbles threateningly from somewhere deep below Alarke.

Alarke gestures at a pale pink frosted cupcake topped with a candied rose petal.

Silvery tendrils rise up and wreathe their way around Alarke's pink frosted cupcake. As they continue to swirl, you notice some of the cupcake's blemishes completely disappear.

The dully illuminated mantle protecting Lahanna begins to falter, then completely fades away.

Lahanna begins to breathe less deeply.

The dim aura fades from around Lahanna.

Speaking to Yardie, Tikba says, "I did not forget."

The red and grey fox roots around the area.

Lahanna mutters under her breath.

Alarke takes a bite of his pink frosted cupcake.

Alarke looks much more calm and refreshed.

Neithan pushes his half moon spectacles up onto his forehead and pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment before dropping them back into place.

Jaysehn whispers something to Akenna.

Cryheart says, "How many ships did ye bring, or just one, Captain."

Perigourd looks thoughtfully at Bodohal.

Great Lady Julenne just arrived.

Speaking deeply to Jaysehn, Bodohal asks, "You wouldn't know where I'd find those types hiding around in this town, would you?"

Fyg whispers something to Alarke.

Speaking to Tikba, Yardie says, "Good. It's....a concern around all of these recent events."

Akenna nods at Jaysehn.

Perigourd grabs a flagon of Searswathe ale from a raw leather bag cinched with braided maoral roots inside of his green suede cloak.

Speaking amusedly to Yardie, Leafiara says, "More or less always, Yardie."

Cryheart and Perigourd bash their forearms in greeting.

Dendum frowns at Jaysehn.

Alarke gobbles down his pink frosted cupcake in one enormous bite.

Perigourd raises an eyebrow.

Perigourd nods at Missoni.

Perigourd takes a drink from his Searswathe ale.

Yardie nods slowly at Leafiara.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "Not at all. But if you have names, descriptions...that sort of thing. This place has hundreds of new faces daily."

The powerful look leaves Psighs.

Geijon turns toward Perigourd and renders a sharp salute with his rune-scribed maul.

Udari reaches inside one of the containers hanging from his leather harness and grabs a tall shot of cherry vodka.

Perigourd turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp salute with his Searswathe ale.

Leafiara grins at Saraphenia.

Udari pours his cherry vodka on the wound around his left eyebrow and winces in pain as the liquid seeps into the wound!

Speaking darkly to Jaysehn, Neithan mentions, "I think I know who he's looking for."

A cloaked figure ducks behind one of the nearby rooftops and vanishes from sight, their mask long and hooked like a beak.

Saraphenia grins at Leafiara.

Perigourd tilts his head up.

Fyg glances up.

Queatus frowns.

Missoni furrows her brow.

Jaysehn glances at Neithan.

Tikba glances up.

Kippe smiles quietly to himself.

Perigourd checks his equipment, adjusting and rearranging his gear.

Julenne hugs Saraphenia, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Leafiara lightly drums her fingers on her leg.

Yardie says, "That's...."

From the shoulders of Fyg's pink wrap, arabesques of lurid pink and fuchsia flame sizzle across the fabric of the wrap in meandering patterns.

Julenne nods.

Alarke removes a perfect haon-hafted vultite morning-star from in his black suede harness.

Yardie glances up.

In a brisk move, Alarke slides a dwarven-crafted massive spiked rolaren greatshield off his shoulder.

Perigourd grabs a forest green suede hood embroidered with silhouettes of woodland animals from a large pocket inside of his green suede cloak.

Geijon leans on his maul.

Perigourd draws a forest green suede hood embroidered with silhouettes of woodland animals up over his head, pulling it so the edge shades his face.

Lahanna gazes about with intense interest at her surroundings, her luminous violet eyes pausing briefly on everything nearby.

Saraphenia asks, "Did you all see that??"

Cryheart gazes up into the heavens.

Alarke beseeches his vultite morning-star, causing violet flames to spring to life around it!

Yardie says, ".....rooftops."

Jaysehn glances at Saraphenia.

Cryheart nods at Saraphenia.

Jaysehn asks, "Hmm?"

Bodohal drops a fat black cigar.

Lahanna nods at Saraphenia.

The Notorious Sixbits just went west.

Bodohal removes a notched ironwood fishing rod from on his vultite tackle box.

Cryheart says, "Aye, Rooks most likely."

Smiling nervously, Missoni anxiously fiddles with the blood marble pendulum hanging from her neck, rolling the loose end between her fingers in a repetitive motion.

Bodohal leans back and lets the line of his ironwood rod go with a sharp *WHOOSH!*, the shark-shaped lure flying through the air before landing with a soft *plink* quite a large distance away from the dock.

Neithan glances up.

(Fyg kicks the cigar into the water.)

The red and grey fox sniffs at the air.

Fyg abruptly kicks at a fat black cigar!

The manual slinks off to find its owner.

Fyg picks up a fat black cigar.

Fyg put a fat black cigar in her web-strewn pack.

Bodohal glances at Akenna.

Kippe shifts his weight.

Neithan nods in agreement at Cryheart.

Cryheart says, "Just be on your toes, Captain."

Bodohal deeply says, "Tell me more about this problem."

Anyauma just arrived.

Cryheart says, "We hae some unruly types."

Kippe casually glances at Cryheart.

Julenne gives Anyauma a friendly hug.

Lageiros raspily says, "Watch yerself, Cap'n. Dere may be one of dem deserters on tha rooftop."

Yardie whispers, "That's....I have a thought."

Leafiara affably says, "Or perhaps one of the numerous illusions we're surrounded by lately, but what with the illusion master Magister or Amos' master of disguise servant."

Leafiara chuckles.

You feel at full magical power again.

Anyauma smiles.

Anyauma hugs Julenne, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Tikba smoothly asks, "What problem?"

Geijon nods at Lageiros.

Julenne murmurs a simple, mystical chant...

Julenne concentrates.

Julenne's abdomen looks better.

The frosty white web of protection surrounding a massive grey wolf falls away, unraveling as it fades.

The frosty white web of protection surrounding Draelor falls away, unraveling as it fades.

Yardie whispers, "If the Rooks or the Tower provoke first....I think you know where I am going with this."

Speaking to Bodohal, Saraphenia exclaims, "If you're conscripting folks, Captain, I ask that you don't take me. I have a wife to think about!"

Saraphenia leans softly against Leafiara.

Bodohal deeply asks, "You said there are deserters, or those who hide people once in service to the Empire?"

Speaking to Tikba, Kippe agrees, "What problem."

The brilliant, rapidly shifting aura around Queatus shimmers and flickers briefly before fading.

Neithan places his hands on his hips and eyes Bodohal with a skeptical look.

Kippe nods in agreement at Tikba.

Perigourd scratches at his beard.

Bodohal deeply says, "Conscripting? No."

The Notorious Sixbits just arrived.

Sixbits joins Psighs's group.

Speaking suspiciously to Bodohal, Fyg asks, "You're from the Empire?"

Tikba says, "As far as I know, there are no Landing citizens who owe allegiance to the Empire."

Tikba shrugs her shoulders slightly, lifting her wings slightly.

Leafiara says, "Listen, just because the mayor renounced his knighthood in the past doesn't make him a deserter."

Bodohal deeply says, "I wouldn't consider that. Just fishing."

Tikba says, "Oh."

Missoni looks thoughtfully at Tikba.

Tikba nods at Leafiara.

Speaking casually to Bodohal, Neithan replies, "Seems to only be a few notable figures in town right now from your 'neck of the woods."

Perigourd raises an eyebrow in Tikba's direction.

Bodohal takes in some of the slack from his ironwood rod.

Speaking to Leafiara, Tikba agrees, "There is one."

Leafiara says, "He needed to embark on a journey to save his son and his duties would have precluded that."

Neithan glances meaningfully around the area.

Anyauma takes a few steps back.

Bodohal deeply says, "I've heard about the new Barony. Something about a castle. Maybe two."

Kippe smiles at Anyauma.

Kippe nods politely at Anyauma.

Anyauma nods to Kippe in greeting.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn asks, "Oh...you wish to see Darkstone Castle?"

Missoni agrees, "Darkstone Castle."

Jaysehn says, "That's quite easy to do."

Dendum beams!

Dendum nods eagerly. Bodohal deeply says, "I have my own castle. It's floating right out there past your sea gates."

Dendum exclaims, "Yes!" Perigourd chuckles.

Dendum exclaims, "Can take you to the Castle Darkstone!"

Speaking quietly to Leafiara, Saraphenia whispers aloud, "Fishing for conscripts?"

An amber-eyed tawny range wolf pants with the contented expression of a well-fed canine.

Speaking darkly to Bodohal, Neithan agrees, "It's a little more than coincedental a friendly captain shows up in town, interested in the local color a few days later."

Cryheart rubs the wolf's snout and gently scratches her.

Missoni surreptitiously glances at an amber-eyed tawny range wolf.

The powerful look leaves Sixbits.

Cryheart whispers something to Kippe.

Missoni clasps Perigourd's hand tenderly.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "She looks like a fine vessel as well. I prefer sleeker ships myself, but I'm sure you carry a heavy weight of cannon on it to compensate."

Lahanna removes a smooth black diamond mask marred by a crescent sliver scorched into the nearly flawless surface from in her widowwood eisenruck.

Lahanna carefully puts on a smooth black diamond mask marred by a crescent sliver scorched into the nearly flawless surface, concealing her face.

Bodohal deeply says, "No, I'm here to see the town. Me and my crew have heard our share about it and we've been granted some time ashore, so we picked this as our little "vacation"."

Kippe nods approvingly at Missoni.

Kippe gently rubs the tawny range wolf on the head and neck. The wolf breathes out a quick sigh.

Anyauma flutters her wings at an amber-eyed tawny range wolf.

Fyg noncommittally says, "Mmhmm."

Tikba nods understandingly at Bodohal.

Alarke looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.

Geijon shrugs at Bodohal.

Yardie repeats, "Your share about it?"

Bodohal deeply says, "However, since you mentioned a problem with potential deserters from the Imperial Navy or Army, I'm most interested in hearing about it."

Cryheart asks, "Ye dinnae say, vacation?"

Fyg says, "YOU mentioned that."

Fixes looks less calm and refreshed than a moment ago.

Bodohal deeply asks, "Did I?"

Lageiros raspily says, "If yer tha Cap'n, who did you have to get permission from to get time to come ashore?"

Speaking to Bodohal, Saraphenia says, "Captain, you say vacation rather...oddly."

Bodohal shrugs at Fyg.

Fyg folds her arms over her chest.

Leafiara flatly says, "Yes. Yes, you mentioned it."

Missoni confusedly asks, "There are deserters?"

Tikba reticently smooths and straightens out the organza fabric of her surplice.

Neithan grins slowly at Saraphenia.

He is holding a notched ironwood fishing rod in his right hand.

Neithan pats the side of his nose with his finger and then points at Saraphenia with his free hand.

Bodohal deeply asks, "Where would I hide if I was one of them?"

Lahanna softly says, "I think we said desserts..."

Julenne grins at Neithan.

Missoni looks rather confused.

Speaking to Bodohal, Fyg says, "I think you should be a crafter, you're weaving a fancy tale."

Saraphenia gawks at Bodohal.

Bodohal deeply says, "These fish aren't biting."

Neithan nods appreciatively at Julenne.

Lahanna removes an intricately woven widowwood basket lined in elesine from in her widowwood eisenruck.

Dendum collects the rattan fishing stick from a large compartment inside his grey leather case.

Dendum leans back and lets the line of his rattan fishing stick go with a sharp *WHOOSH!*, the rotund nightcrawler flying through the air before landing with a soft *plink* right off of the side of the dock.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "They need the proper bait."

The line of Dendum's rattan fishing stick sinks down to the very bottom.

Lahanna helps herself to a wedge of crusty peach pie.

Tikba says, "You must look for better bait."

Jaysehn removes a large green tomato worm from in his dim grey pack.

Julenne grins at Dendum.

Jaysehn offers Bodohal a large green tomato worm.

Tikba nods in agreement at Jaysehn.

Akenna says, "If there are deserters... we have no knowledge of them. We certainly wouldn't harbor them, knowingly."

A resplendent obsidian black raven flaps with a sudden beating of his wings and turns to avoid a harrying swallow.

Akenna shrugs.

Cryheart asks, "Are ye using bait and weight?"

The dog suddenly turns and focuses its eyes upon Akenna.

Lahanna put an intricately woven widowwood basket lined in elesine in her widowwood eisenruck.

Lahanna sniffs at her crusty peach pie.

Missoni agrees with Akenna.

Kippe agrees with Akenna.

Bodohal declines Jaysehn's offer.

Saraphenia folds her arms over her chest.

Jaysehn shrugs.

Lahanna offers Saraphenia a wedge of crusty peach pie.

Jaysehn drops a large green tomato worm.

An amber-eyed tawny range wolf scrambles back up onto her feet.

Saraphenia accepts Lahanna's crusty peach pie.

Saraphenia giggles at Lahanna.

Anyauma smiles quietly to herself.

Speaking casually to Bodohal, Neithan asserts, "There's a few Inn's in Town. I'd probably start by buying a few locals beers and asking around."

Bodohal deeply says, "Maybe it's all the noise. The fish are scared."

Cryheart glances at a black imperial wagon.

A faint silvery glow fades from around Neithan.

Fyg says, "Maybe it's the line."

Nosing about inside Cryheart's collar, the banded field rat eventually sits up with a dried-up dropping clutched in its jaws. Letting the discovery fall to the ground, the banded field rat chitters at Cryheart, obviously annoyed at his lack of hygiene.

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "Could well be. Your anchor probably scared them off."

Saraphenia takes a bite of her crusty peach pie.

A massive grey wolf pads west.

Akenna adds, "There is a bath house, sailors might want and need a bath."

Akenna folds her arms at the waist.

Kippe smirks at Jaysehn.

Speaking to Bodohal, Alarke says, "There's always Krovin ships to raze if ya get bored of women and song."

Fyg wrinkles her nose.

Lahanna giggles.

Bodohal deeply says, "My crew is looking for a tavern no doubt."

The dog hovers protectively by Missoni's side, baring its teeth at nothing in particular.

The black diamond on Lahanna's forehead flickers, as if a tiny icy blue flame has appeared inside. Without so much as a breath of smoke, it is extinguished.

Tikba says, "We have no shortage there."

Fyg exclaims, "Oh! Make sure to eat at Helgas!"

Udari says, "The Rusty Cutlass."

Jaysehn says, "Oh...they should speak to the Thrak. He's got all sorts of fine tales to tell."

Anyauma calmly flutters her wings to an unheard rhythm.

Jaysehn nods at Bodohal.

Saraphenia giggles.

Speaking to Bodohal, Neithan replies, "You'll find no finer than the Rusty Cutlass then."

Leafiara tickles Saraphenia into laughing.

Anyauma ponders.

Dendum says, "Or...should get back in boat and sail south."

Psighs agrees with Neithan.

Bodohal deeply asks, "Rusty Cutlass? Helga?"

Leafiara grins at Dendum.

Draelor nods to Dendum.

Cryheart says, "Close by."

Udari says, "And Helgas makes a mean stew."

Kippe casually glances at Leafiara.

Speaking to Bodohal, Missoni says, "Local establishments."

Speaking graciously to Bodohal, Neithan asserts, "Men of the Sea particularly enjoy the Cutlass."

Bodohal deeply asks, "Stew sounds good. Who's buying?"

Akenna glances at Udari.

Bodohal starts chortling.

Dendum says, "Waters have not been kind to Turamzyrrian boats lately....hear river swallowed several just the other night."

Fyg says, "You could hire someone out for your tour guide, too."

Saraphenia exclaims, "He'll LIKE Helga!"

Speaking idly to Dendum, Tikba asks, "What do you think of the fishing?"

Speaking to Bodohal, Akenna says, "Oh. Well uh, you have to contribute to the stew to uh-- eat it."

Lahanna softly says, "I don't know if it's the horses... perhaps they should bbe shown the bathhouse."

Speaking to Tikba, Dendum remark, ""That is also good in Sol Haven."

Akenna furrows her brow.

Jaysehn grins at Akenna.

Anyauma gazes up into the heavens.

Speaking diplomatically to Akenna, Leafiara says, "Ah, yes, contribute."

Bodohal deeply asks, "What sort of tavern makes you put something in its stew?"

Dendum nods at Tikba.

Tikba grins at Dendum.

Fyg says, "I hear they've got lobster stew in Solhaven."

Speaking to Bodohal, Jaysehn says, "Local custom."

Anyauma says, "Mean kind."

Speaking to Bodohal, Akenna says, "Helga does."

Neithan lowers his face into the palm of his hand.

Bodohal mutters something about turnips.

Speaking to Fyg, Missoni agrees, "And boiled lobster."

Yardie whispers, "They're being a bit too friendly."

Lageiros blinks.

Speaking to Bodohal, Saraphenia says, "We do have a gaming hall, if you're so inclined to spend a few coin on games of chance."

A subtle stirring of the air about Fyg tugs at the lurid pink and fuchsia flames enveloping her, teasing thin threads of fire from the pink wrap.

You quietly whisper to Yardie, "Half of them are hounds of Turamzyrr."

Marroc just arrived.

Marroc just went west.

Lageiros raspily says, "Turnips? ne'er tried em. Dey any good?"

Bodohal reels his ironwood rod in completely, the shark-shaped lure strung on the line becoming visible as it breaks the surface and dangles briefly over the water.

Bodohal scowls at a notched ironwood fishing rod in his hand.

Geijon appears less confident and fearless.

Using the braided loops on the side of his vultite tackle box, Bodohal secures a notched ironwood fishing rod to it in an upright position.

Missoni nods sympathetically at Bodohal.

Bodohal deeply says, "I guess stew it is."

Anyauma's wings flutter, trembling slightly.

Bodohal deeply asks, "Who is leading us there?"

Drektor shifts his weight.

Saraphenia says, "We also have a house of Ill-repute...most folks call it the Stone Bathhouse."

Alarke points at Jaysehn.

The Notorious Psighs's group just went west.

Bodohal joins Jaysehn's group.

Lageiros joins Jaysehn's group.

Jaysehn says, "If you like."

Dendum take in some of the slack from his rattan fishing stick.

Neithan joins Jaysehn's group.

Drektor joins Jaysehn's group.

Tikba joins Jaysehn's group.

Bodohal deeply says, "Oh, I almost forgot."

Julenne joins Jaysehn's group.

Kippe joins Jaysehn's group.

An amber-eyed tawny range wolf's movements no longer appear to be influenced by a divine power as the spiritual force fades from around her arms.

Bodohal deeply exclaims, "Sherry!"

Yardie asks, "Where are we heading?"

Anyauma joins Jaysehn's group.

Bodohal makes a nearly imperceptible motion while whispering a soft phrase...

Bodohal gestures.

Entress joins Jaysehn's group.

Akenna says, "Helga's."

Cryheart joins Jaysehn's group.

Leafiara says, "Enjoy, I suppose. I have a sea adventure to run in twenty minutes."

A black-nosed mire wombat saunters in.

Leafiara says, "Take care, all."

Leafiara waves.

Bodohal nods to the mire wombat.

Bodohal pets the wombat.

Event Planner Leafiara's group just went west.

Alarke gives Fyg a lingering kiss.

Neithan says, "Somewhere stew'ish."

Akenna says, "The Captain wants to eat the stew..."

Akenna shifts her weight.

Fyg gives Alarke a lingering kiss.

Fyg leaves in a swirl of violets and roses.

As you turn your attention to a black-nosed mire wombat, the wombat notices your interest and turns her visage toward you in response. Beady eyes stare blankly outward behind her snout spotted with frayed whiskers jutting out in wild directions. Human-sized forepaws with large white nails are made to seem small in comparison to the wombat's large hindlegs and paws. The mire wombat's thin tail idly twists and twitches from side to side.

Bodohal deeply says, "Sherry might like some stew."

The Fyg disk goes off in search of its master.

Tikba nods.

Jaysehn says, "Off we go then."

Kippe gives a short little hum of surprise.

Jaysehn says, "Helga's stew."

Tikba says, "Many people want to eat Helga's stew on their first visit."

Commodore Jaysehn's group just went west.

Yardie asks, "I'll head there. I.....still worry about this....why are the shadowy figures the ones attentive?"

Lahanna winces.

Missoni ponders.

Faint green-gold filaments wreathe Yardie in a web of protection.

Missoni's group flounces west amidst a diffuse cloud of prismatic glitter.

Dendum looks at Yardie and shake your head.

Dendum says, "If the invader wishes to feast can do so on its own."

Draelor nods.

Dendum says, "Hopefully Helga sticks it in stew pot."

Queatus says, "That was bizarre."

Draelor asks, "They're off to dine with one trying to take this place?"

Dendum nods.

Draelor says, "Crazy town."

Dendum sasy, "This Jaysehn....is very loyal to the Sun Throne it seems."

Speaking to Dendum, Yardie says, "If you call it that."

Dendum says, "Or whichever way the wind blows."

Dendum says, "Think will go to Icemule."

Dendum says, "See if Mayor has news."

Speaking to Yardie, you inquire, ""Wish to come?"

Dendumn says, "Can warn them of imperial warships."