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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It's a warm, sunny afternoon in the maritime district, while three skunks sit near the boarding platform for one of the airships they have rented to take them where they need to go. Two females and one male, from the looks of things, and their engaged in idle chat as they await the hired help. "Think any of them will be good with plants, or will we have to do that ourselves?" "I'm not sure. But I call not-it. Someone will have to stay behind to make sure the research doesn't up and vanish!"<br> <br>Sara, having noticed the call for assistance leaves the Freeswords inn, takes a few steps away from the doorway and takes a deep breath of the city air before checking her current gear. "Hm.. think I'm ready.." she mumbles before slinging a satchel around her neck and hanging it to her side. Afterwards, with the job ahead of her Sara makes her way through the city and on her way to the docks and makes a quick scan of the area. "Are you the people that had posted the request?" she asks as she makes her way to the trio, "I'm Sara.. I've come to offer assistance."<br> <br>Fenris arrives at the docks in the comfortable guise of Bernard Bernard, the Saint Bernard! "Heard ye needed a botanist," he says, tapping his silver fox-headed cane along the dock, "Thought I might join in, if ye don't mind an old hound dog like meself tagging along." The portly, aging Saint Bernard is wearing his white linen suit and straw hat, perfect for strolling around in the autumn sun. "I've dabbled in a bit o' gardening meself, ye know," the canine grins, and tips his hat to Sara and the Blackbacks.<br> <br>Walking on up to the shipyards, as shirtless as ever, is Thelergramor. Wearing a hoodmask made to blend in with swamp-ish backgrounds, all leafy and dirty looking, in stark contrast to a really noble, expensive looking red cloak. Hefting a large cannon, bigass sword on his back, pistol belted to his chest, the wolf is probably armed too heavily to look like he came for the plants. Gives Sara nad Bernard a nod in greeting and looks over the skunks. "I'm here for the botany, yes." His cannon says otherwise.<br> <br>A young jasmine arrives at the Rocky Crags, clad visibily in their usual body covering, brown heavy cloak. Rokarion strode forward towards the three skunks, wearing his usual serene expression on his face. Rokarion stopped near the group, his jasmine scent wafitng around mixing with the smell of the sea, before adding in after those already present, his voice as calm and polite as always "I am assuming you are the researchers who needed help with botany? I think that my skills might be sufficient for the task at hand." He says, before nodding politely to those present. Even the "flying" Wolf.<br> <br>Rev steps out of his room in the freeswords in the black furred wolf takes a momment to lock up his room. Before heading off with his felling ax in hand, and his kiseru pipe clamped between his jaws. Along whith his zweihander steapped to his back. The wolf makes his way out to the shipyard where the others have already gathered. While not giving off the appearancd if one interested in botany. The wolf has come more to learn than anything."Well I take it from the small crowd that atleast some of you are the researchers that requested help"<br> <br>One of the skunks steps forwards and beams a happy smile. "Yes. I am Luther, and these are my partners and family, Catherine and Maribel. We are indeed looking for assistance. Please, come with us. Let us waste no time! It's quite a journy, after all. We will answer all of your questions on the flight." The two females nod in turn and move to board the airship with Luther. "We were experimenting with a cure during the time of the 'plague' that ended up debunked. But rather than throw our research out, we kept on with it. And we might have stumbled upon something interesting! Unfortunately, we require herbs that do not grow locally in order to test it. That's where you come in," says the one introduced as Catherine.<br> <br>"Huh.. yeah, heard about that plague, quite glad it was cured." Sara mumbles as she follows right behind the skunk crew onto their ship. "Though what do you mean, 'something interesting'?" After boarding the plain and setting the satchel aside the lizard looks to the others that had answered the call and offers each a friendly nod in greeting, though remains generally silent. "Now these herbs, will you need a specific variety, or will any do at this point?" she finishes before looking down to the satchel and rifling through its contents once more.<br> <br>Bernard smiles and carefully eases his way up the gangplank before looking for a likely spot to sit. "I'm out o' Cliffside, meself," he says, "I suppose I may be able to lend a hand." Finding a likely seat on a low barrel, the portly canine eases himself down with a grunt, resting his hands on the cane held between his knees. "An' the Lass there has a good question," he says in his gruff voice, "What is it ye're lookin' for?"<br> <br>Thelergramor looks over the gathered group again. Nods. Approves of the beings that showed up. "Right, nice to meet you Luther, Catherine and Maribel. So... How long is this trip gonna be? Because I do have until... next month. Or the month after. Or even next year." Glances around, boarding the ship, and wondering how the skunks are related. For completely innocent reasons. Sits near Bernard with a nod.<br> <br>Rokarion took a deep breath from the salty air, before walking up the gangplank, and into the airship. The jasmine follows the group as they ascend, giving Bernard a quick and discreet glance when he mentions his place of birth, before adding to the questions, "So, we are going to Cliffside? Ummm, I am assuming that it is just a business run, and we are fully expected there? I would prefer not to be breaking any laws by going there illegally or anything. And if I may add, what exactly is this herb's purpose, and what have you discovered about it?" The plant being says, as still as calm as he spoke, before stanidng next to the Thelergramor, and Bernard. Better the crazy wolf you know than strangers or at least he hopes so.<br> <br>Rev nods, and follows the skunks. The fit wolf reaches into a small pojch strapped to his hip, and withdraws a small nugget of rolled up. hair thin strands of plant like substance which he tucks into the tip of his kiseru, and lights. "So What is this intresting thing you stumbled upon?" He asks as he glances to each if the ithers, and nods politely in greeting. While settling into a corner , and puffing out small cloud of smoke. |
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23/10/477
Log
It's a warm, sunny afternoon in the maritime district, while three skunks sit near the boarding platform for one of the airships they have rented to take them where they need to go. Two females and one male, from the looks of things, and their engaged in idle chat as they await the hired help. "Think any of them will be good with plants, or will we have to do that ourselves?" "I'm not sure. But I call not-it. Someone will have to stay behind to make sure the research doesn't up and vanish!"
Sara, having noticed the call for assistance leaves the Freeswords inn, takes a few steps away from the doorway and takes a deep breath of the city air before checking her current gear. "Hm.. think I'm ready.." she mumbles before slinging a satchel around her neck and hanging it to her side. Afterwards, with the job ahead of her Sara makes her way through the city and on her way to the docks and makes a quick scan of the area. "Are you the people that had posted the request?" she asks as she makes her way to the trio, "I'm Sara.. I've come to offer assistance."
Fenris arrives at the docks in the comfortable guise of Bernard Bernard, the Saint Bernard! "Heard ye needed a botanist," he says, tapping his silver fox-headed cane along the dock, "Thought I might join in, if ye don't mind an old hound dog like meself tagging along." The portly, aging Saint Bernard is wearing his white linen suit and straw hat, perfect for strolling around in the autumn sun. "I've dabbled in a bit o' gardening meself, ye know," the canine grins, and tips his hat to Sara and the Blackbacks.
Walking on up to the shipyards, as shirtless as ever, is Thelergramor. Wearing a hoodmask made to blend in with swamp-ish backgrounds, all leafy and dirty looking, in stark contrast to a really noble, expensive looking red cloak. Hefting a large cannon, bigass sword on his back, pistol belted to his chest, the wolf is probably armed too heavily to look like he came for the plants. Gives Sara nad Bernard a nod in greeting and looks over the skunks. "I'm here for the botany, yes." His cannon says otherwise.
A young jasmine arrives at the Rocky Crags, clad visibily in their usual body covering, brown heavy cloak. Rokarion strode forward towards the three skunks, wearing his usual serene expression on his face. Rokarion stopped near the group, his jasmine scent wafitng around mixing with the smell of the sea, before adding in after those already present, his voice as calm and polite as always "I am assuming you are the researchers who needed help with botany? I think that my skills might be sufficient for the task at hand." He says, before nodding politely to those present. Even the "flying" Wolf.
Rev steps out of his room in the freeswords in the black furred wolf takes a momment to lock up his room. Before heading off with his felling ax in hand, and his kiseru pipe clamped between his jaws. Along whith his zweihander steapped to his back. The wolf makes his way out to the shipyard where the others have already gathered. While not giving off the appearancd if one interested in botany. The wolf has come more to learn than anything."Well I take it from the small crowd that atleast some of you are the researchers that requested help"
One of the skunks steps forwards and beams a happy smile. "Yes. I am Luther, and these are my partners and family, Catherine and Maribel. We are indeed looking for assistance. Please, come with us. Let us waste no time! It's quite a journy, after all. We will answer all of your questions on the flight." The two females nod in turn and move to board the airship with Luther. "We were experimenting with a cure during the time of the 'plague' that ended up debunked. But rather than throw our research out, we kept on with it. And we might have stumbled upon something interesting! Unfortunately, we require herbs that do not grow locally in order to test it. That's where you come in," says the one introduced as Catherine.
"Huh.. yeah, heard about that plague, quite glad it was cured." Sara mumbles as she follows right behind the skunk crew onto their ship. "Though what do you mean, 'something interesting'?" After boarding the plain and setting the satchel aside the lizard looks to the others that had answered the call and offers each a friendly nod in greeting, though remains generally silent. "Now these herbs, will you need a specific variety, or will any do at this point?" she finishes before looking down to the satchel and rifling through its contents once more.
Bernard smiles and carefully eases his way up the gangplank before looking for a likely spot to sit. "I'm out o' Cliffside, meself," he says, "I suppose I may be able to lend a hand." Finding a likely seat on a low barrel, the portly canine eases himself down with a grunt, resting his hands on the cane held between his knees. "An' the Lass there has a good question," he says in his gruff voice, "What is it ye're lookin' for?"
Thelergramor looks over the gathered group again. Nods. Approves of the beings that showed up. "Right, nice to meet you Luther, Catherine and Maribel. So... How long is this trip gonna be? Because I do have until... next month. Or the month after. Or even next year." Glances around, boarding the ship, and wondering how the skunks are related. For completely innocent reasons. Sits near Bernard with a nod.
Rokarion took a deep breath from the salty air, before walking up the gangplank, and into the airship. The jasmine follows the group as they ascend, giving Bernard a quick and discreet glance when he mentions his place of birth, before adding to the questions, "So, we are going to Cliffside? Ummm, I am assuming that it is just a business run, and we are fully expected there? I would prefer not to be breaking any laws by going there illegally or anything. And if I may add, what exactly is this herb's purpose, and what have you discovered about it?" The plant being says, as still as calm as he spoke, before stanidng next to the Thelergramor, and Bernard. Better the crazy wolf you know than strangers or at least he hopes so.
Rev nods, and follows the skunks. The fit wolf reaches into a small pojch strapped to his hip, and withdraws a small nugget of rolled up. hair thin strands of plant like substance which he tucks into the tip of his kiseru, and lights. "So What is this intresting thing you stumbled upon?" He asks as he glances to each if the ithers, and nods politely in greeting. While settling into a corner , and puffing out small cloud of smoke.
