Field Trip - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
28/3/476
Log
A messenger in Cliffside garb is waiting in the Free Swords guild, asking for help. "We just need some escorts! You'll be compensated for your time, and I understand the trip isn't too dangerous! Is nobody braver than the guards we asked? They just said something about foreign relations and their meager paycheck not being enough to convince them to risk dealing with things that don't have the sense to stay dead. Cowardly bumpkins!" Seems this messenger is about to start going into a rant, unless interrupted.
Mazurek has been staying at the guild's inn for some time. Now that he has fully recovered this Iguana is ready to go out and enjoy life once more. He is in the midst of finishing a meal when the Cliffsider starts up his ranting, but is quick to cut in before it gets any worse, "Say no more. I will be one of your escorts regardless of my own past relation with Cliffsiders." He seems to be in no hurry to get up yet, though.
Angus frowns as he picks up on the last bits of the messengers rant as he was walking down the stairs. Taking a step up to the messenger he crosses his arms, and his ears twitch when Maz speaks up. "What's this about foreign relations and escorts?"
Kurzon had been sitting across from Mazurek at the time, his hands painstakingly polishing the components of his hunting gun. Each movement a lovingly obsessive stroke that enhances the gleam of the metal and the soft polish of that which is wood. When a call for aid goes out, he adds his own voice to Maz', already working to properly reassemble the weapon for field use. "If help is needed, I have more than enough to lend."
Ictus was just entering the guild as the messenger started his rant and shakes his head angrily, "If you ever want escorts, you shouldn't start by insulting them..." he ponders a bit and sighs, "What do you need though? I might just help if you stop the insults."
Fulror approaches the slightly loud cliffside messenger from the doorway, having just walked in, gritting his teeth at the comments that would likely spark those loyal to sweetwater into little moods like the fox who entered before him is in. "What's the job, Cliffside isn't that bad I'll help you out if you need it." he says and looks the being over for a response.
Lidiya throws a wadded up bit of paper at the loud Cliffsider after waving to get his attention. She's not in the mood to pantomime and Fulror only just walked in after she'd thrown it. Then she gets up and brushes herself off, makes her way to Fulror and... pokes him. No signing yet it seems.
The messenger says in soothing tones, "I was talking about the guards, of course. Not you fine folk." He looks about to say more but is cut off as a bit of paper pelts him in the side of the head. He furrows his brow and scoops up the paper, reading it before stuffing it in a pocket and continuing. "Should be a nice, easy job. See, we have arranged an educational trip out to the griffon shrine, but have, of course, heard of the troubles a bit north of there. So we wish to be sure the trip is a safe, peaceful one. Those of you interested, please come to your city gates within the next quarter of an hour." After saying that and before giving a chance for more questions to be asked, or more things to be thrown at him, he turns and leaves the guild.
Only a quarter of an hour to get to the gates? Easily done. The lizard's meal is finished after only a few moments anyway. Curiosity over the thrown paper is there but duty calls and it is placed in the back of the mind for later. He is at the gates with time to spare, choosing not to engage in any conversation along the way, but holding hands with the large bear if he's agreeable.
Angus nods as he watches the messenger, chuckling a little as he is hit by the paper wad. He migh as well help the poor fellow out as he didn't want an educational trip to go bad. He nodded, and started heading out towards the gates, picking up his gear along the way as he had a little time.
New levels of oddness come to him in life and yet one must embrace them and move forward, yeah? Kurzon for his part travels with his prior medical resposibility, a bit bewildered as to why he wanted to hold hands, but assumes it is a security thing from one that was helpless for so long, so oblivious to what may truly be the case he consents and walks with Mazurek, his free hand checking over his medical suplies, weapons and books. Oh yeah, somewhere in there he waved at Lidiya...likely before leaving the inn. There may have been a smile and a digit pointed at Maz to prove he is meeting people or something, but likely this will only lead to the wrong impression.
Ictus hmms as there wasn't much information given and sighs as he follows his curiosty, he walks with Angus as he comments, "Ten crown says he insults us again..." before coming up to the gates
Fulror chuckles at the wad of paper hitting him as he is poked by his sibling. He says "Well should we go help?" as he starts to lead the way out, looking back to her with a smile. "Educational, might learn something too." he says as he's out the door. He makes his way out of the Inn and heads west, along the main concourse to reach the city gates past the academy district, looking back behind him to see if Lidiya is following him, giving her a brief pause to sign something to her and then grin as he proceeds further.
Lidiya signs something quickly in passing to Fulror as she heads up to gather her kit. She then returns back down and makes her way out the doorway, hurrying to get to the gates before she's left behind. It's not like she can call out for them to wait up after all.
At the city gates is a familar badger she is dress in full battle gear but unlike her normal dress the smell of perfume scent wafts through the air as she is currently giving away some improved looking swords and gear to the brave males and females of the guard. "No no no this is on the house. I recently got a surplus in metal and thought you could use the assistance." The badger holds the guards she is speaking to by the muzzle, "You have such beautiful eyes, when you are off duty I would love to forge you beautiful armor to accent both your prowess and beauty." Kilsa grins as a group approaches fill with familiar faces. "Hello everyone are you, going on this wonderful trip I have heard of? If there is room could a maiden of the blade and the Church join you?" Kilsa smiles and guesture to her duelist soul gem which is obviously having a mild effect on her personality as she chuckles at the group with a sly wink.
Mirana nods up to Kilsa as she helps hand out the items she has helped to craft. "You are very welcome," she says to a gater as she hands him a pike. "And, Forgemaster Kilsa, thank you for continuing to teach me." She does blush herself a bit at Kilsa's words, them reminding her of Yuric's. As the group comes up near she smiles and waves to her brother and cousin, and curtseys to them, "Oh Hello? Where exactly are you heading to? This has to do with the children from Cliffside, doesn't it?" She asks, leaning on her staff a bit after handing out the last of the shields.
The group is welcomed at the gate with a sight of a few wagons. A female hound steps forward and greets the group with a smile. "Welcome! And thank you all for agreeing to accompany us! I hope you do not mind the wagon we have procured for you, and that it is large enough to hold you all." She waves a hand at a mostly empty covered wagon. There's the driver and one of the Cliffsiders in it, but the students seem to be divided up in the other wagons. Another interesting note would be the messenger from the guild in one of those other two wagons, apparently no longer doing the speaking for the group, as each time he starts to open his mouth to say something, he's cut off by another of the group. The hound continues to address everyone. "Yes, this is the group taking a trip to the Griffon site, and more escorts, especially those of a priestly sort, are always welcome. In fact, you could help educate them on the religious sides of the sacred families on the trip, as we mostly just discuss what is recorded about them."
The Iguana is more or less silent during the time it takes the group to arrive at the gate. At present he is still in his dragon form, towering over most off those present. Upon seeing the number of wagons he can't help but chuckle with a slight shake of the head, but he finds himself openly staring at Kilsa as he finally notices just what she is doing. Heading over toward the more empty of the wagons he calls out, "Hey Kilsa! What are you doing with that guard? You look about ready to give him a kiss!" He winks to her if she looks his way and then addresses the Cliffsiders, "If anyone wishes to know about the Dragon, I'm ready and waiting."
Angus looks at his cousin and lightly punches him in the shoulder. "Make it twenty and it's a deal." He jokes, strapping his weapons belt on as they walk. Upon seeing his sister he waves, eyeing Kilsa as it looks like she is flirting with one of the guards and he just shakes his head. When he finally notices the messenger he nudges Ictus with an elbow and grins. "I think you owe me twenty crowns."
Kurzon has no problem with wagons and once shown the specific seating expected of the escorts he begins inspecting the wagon, looking perhaps to see if there are hardpoints for holding the outside of the wagon and then checking how many seats are near the driver. "Hmm, who will be riding the spotter position next to the driver? Hmm, I do hope this proves to be an enlightening trip full of interesting situations to delve into." You'd think he was one of the students on the trip rather than an escort.
Ictus chuckles at Angus as he lightly puches him in the shoulder and shakes his head, "Perhaps, but can't be sure until the trip is over." he's mostly joking and he grins before looking at Kilsa with an amused smirk, "Really laying it on them aren't you?" he hops onto the wagon without any fuss
Fulror nods to Lidiya's statement, shaking his head when he arrives to see a noble being punched by another fox. "I think you're right, I will in time." he says as he approaches the carts, smiling to the hound. "It's a fine cart, no one should mind at all. If you do not mind I'll get situated, and be ready should you need our aid. I look forward to an ensuring you have an enjoyable experience learning the ways of a sacred family." he says before moving to the cart, and looking to Lidiya.
Lidiya climbs up onto the cart as well, giving Fulror a weird look. She signs something to him quickly, then settles into her seat and glances around at the other passengers. A lizard, the weird guy, a surprising number of foxes, her adoptive family and a badger. The badger's given a curious look largely because she's never seen the woman before. So she's given a wave, simply enough.
The badger smiles at Mazurek and gives a playful bow, "Dear Mazurek, I only discussed business and nothing is more pleasurable than discussing business you love. Some folk love to cook, some folk love math and some folk love to love. I am a love of crafting. A perfectly balanced swords with math is worth as much to me as the sweets melon a farmer could grow." She smiles at the request of religious knowleged, "I will ask that you cover the holes in my sudden lession considering that I am rusty since I have not done much outside of crusader work and noble documents lately. The Griffon line was created by the blessed Creators to search for the Creators, they desired a creature that can see further and when an enemy was spotted rend them asunder like soft sheets in the hands of a furious feline. They area greater aligned with the Chakra crystals and can use something I might beable to shatter create a small flurry of ice from to turn a bone dragon into a frozen block. I am personally in awe of the type of Creature that the Creators have made, As a member of the Curch I have never preformed a right to awaken anyone into their family lines so I don't know that myself I lack the nesscary training to do so." She admits with a small blush, "I'm terrible at math so I can't pass the trails involved."
Mirana smiles as she is waved to and gets up into the wagon herself. Listening first to Kilsa talk about the Griffon, she sighs to herself, why did Kilsa have to take the stories of the one we were going to visit... oh well. "Well, I doubt I could match Lady Ironsoul's knowledge, let me tell you of the creature that would be sent out to handle such problems, one of them that is, the Pheonix." She then goes into the bird of scared flames stories, as well as she knew them, not something she'd done a great deal of reseach into yet. She does notice that the teachers seem to be paying more attention then the students, and this causes her to wonder a moment if keeping the younger ones focused will be an issue.
The trip gets underway as the tales are told and once everyone is seated and ready to go. It proceeds uneventfully through the pass, the usual beasts of the pass giving such a large group a wide berth. Before long the wagons arrive at the Sacred Family site. The teachers and students alike climb out of the wagons and stretch, thankful for the chance to move about out of the fairly close confines of the wagons.
Mazurek tells the students and the instructors, at least those who will listen, about the dragon sacred family in which he is currently a part of. He speaks about how they can go just about anywhere and even shares his own experiences with staying underwater for days on end without need for breath. This last bit was part of his Honeymoon with his mate, another dragon, back at the beginning of the year. When it is another's turn to go on about another sacred family he merely watches the scenery go by until the wagons come to a halt. He elects to be one of the last to disembark, giving others time to stretch before he does so as well, spreading arms and wings out to their full span in the process.
Angus would let someone else tell the story of Kitsunes, as he was definitly not a big story teller. Instead he just walked up to one of the carts, giving Lidiya and Fulror a wave before he takes his seat.
Kurzon, For his part, when it was his turn to speak up about the Cerebrus sacred role, he can only give the most technical of descriptions of how they accompany basilisks to poisonous planets and regions and such the filth from the air and replace it with breathable gases, swiftly terraforming planets with their full might. Of course he has never done such work so it all is theoretical to him. When they stop hops down from his seat after putting away his various books, mostly notes taken on the stories being told to compare with other mediums at a later date. Though some of his research into the mutilator is present in the form of sketches and his usual odd musical shorthand.
