Lost without an egg - RPLOG

Participants

• Angus
• Kilsa
• Mirana
• Rainer
• Rogna

Date

20/3/476

Log

"Alright I've called you all together to give you a interesting piece of information that is strange even by my standards. A sweetwater vistor to Shralesta has reported sighting an extremely rare creature in the deserts. The creature was using divine math but when he got close the creature attacked him with strange divine math." Kilsa shakes her head, "I over heard him talking in the freeswords and decided to take this request since his location is close to where I have landed in the city before." Kilsa walks over and passes around a set of map to each of the folk gathered. "Now this is the desert, you will have to be on your guard and this customer is thinking that he might have encounter a golem of creator tech. If he has we must find it and see what were it came from incase there is a trove of creator tech hidden somewhere in the desert. I've called each of you personally because I feel that you are the most suited to get in and get out." The Badger looks over the group carefully, "Pack for the heat and the dangers but all I want is a set of eye to confrim and if you can take it back as in tact as possible. Most of all..... Be covert!"

Mirana listens and gets her pack filled with water skins, dried meats, and is sure she is wairing something that would let her fur breath, "I'm ready My Lady." She says, hefting a warhammer up. It wasn't usual for the vixen to use heavy arms, but when going about as a priest, one should look the part. She takes the map and studies it, then puts it back in her pack. "Ok, I understand Lady Kilsa, tact and covert... I think I can at least try that." She says looking around to each of the others around her. "And.. creator tech..? Machine spirits?" She seems shocked a bit, but also excited. "I'll do my best My Lady, and make sure not to disappoint you."

Angus smiles and looks to his sister, looks like he will be able to test out his new weapons already. "More creator tech in the desert, thought we had enough of it when we brought in the egg." He comments, removing what little armor he had so he wouldn't over heat, remembered what happened last time he was in the desert he grabbed a few extra water skins as he tightens the straps on his pack. "hmmm. Quick, covert, and we have to bring it back intact...I promise I'll do my best." Standing back up he smiles at Kilsa and sticks out his tongue. "But if it happens like last time I can't really promise it will be that covert."

Rainer mostly keeps quiet, though he brandishes a cocky smirk when Kilsa emphasizes how selective she was in summoning this particular trio. While the explanation goes on he takes to studying the map, brows furrowed as he tilts the page this way and that, steals a peek to Mirana's, turns his upside-down... and finaly rolls it up and tucks it away in his belt. "Sounds like fun." he announces, at the end, with a few whip-like flicks of his tail.

Rogna looks his heavy armor over and thinks the situation over carefully before nodding, picking out extra water to lug around with him. It will start out as extra weighth but will slowly deplete itself as it runs its course. "I understand Miss Ironsoul, your trust will not be wasted. I will aid in securing the artifact and bringing it back safely, doubly so for the party." he says with a nod. He eyes the others carefully assessing their skillsets before he ensures his weaponry is in shape. He ensures to look over a map so that his sense of navigation will be maximized.

"Now Mirana, As a member of the Creator church I feel it in my best interest to warn you that things are done very differently in Shralesta as the church is concerned. If you encounter any other priest be curtious and be quiet of you intentions. I will have you taken to the city in an airship. It should be landing soon." Kilsa lead the group to the outside of the ID headquarters where a small airship landing. A smiling pink gecko jumps off and looks at the people gather, "Greeting Miss big for her Britches Ironbutt." The female give kilsa a glare which is returned before they both laugh, "Captain Drunkard... Or is it Captain wet-her-pants-at-bandits?" The badger shakes her head as the Gecko give her a rude look, "It was one time! Anyway you all board my ship, eat anything you like, drink anything you like except the blue bottle." The Gecko says as her crew begins to take take the group stuff and place them in storage. "And no math please. I like my ship in the air and not plummeting to the dirt."

Mirana listens intently to Kilsa, "Alright My Lady, I'll be ready." She says. When she sees the airship she seems stunned a moment looking up at the thing and her muzzle falls open, "Creators Bless... my goodness." She says and starts to examining it and looking around at it. When she hears the insult to Kilsa though she stops an turns to about address it, but when Kilsa starts joking back she only smiles and nods getting back to exmaining this wonderful creation. "So.. how does.. I see.. or maybe... it could.. I have to see the inside of this to really have a chance! Might I Captain..err.. Drunkard?" She says addressing the gecko by the only name she can really. She shrugs in her heavy mail, quiet unusual for her to be using that and a warhammer or a shield, but she wanted to dress the part and found them to be functionl at least. "And brother, try not to break it." She says with a snicker.

Angus chuckles at the warning and follows them out with a smile, but when he notices the airship his ears droop. "Oh...great....we get to fly." He mumbles, turning away to watch his sister with a frown. He taps his pant leg lightly in aggitation, wishing he had worn something a bit thicker to ward of the chilled air..and he wished they didn't have to fly.

Rainer takes up a spot off to the side from the rest of the group as they emerge from the building, arms propped up on the hilts of his holstered swords while the badger and gecko trade jabs. A near mischevious smile crosses his face as he takes note of Angus' uneasiness, but he just keeps nice and quiet until they're starting to board. "Ah, you've been on one airship ride, you've been on them all. View's always nice, at least."

Rogna raises an eyebrow and laughs softly, the peculiar nicknames making him gaze over the two. He eyes the captain, having already decided Kilsa is at least as big as he is, she's perfectly fine. "So you'll be taking us to our destination? I am Rogna, and I am pleased to accompany you." he offers to the captain, a hand offered out for a firm shake. When the hand transaction is completed he promptly boards the vessel.

"Don't touch my ship and you won't end up with a slip and fall from the clouds also... The name is DuCard. I am Captain Natilia Feather-blood DuCard, and I'm not a Drunkard, I just think quitin is for sissies, whimps and weaklings." The Captain growls and walk on the ship the last member of the group walks on the ship the Gecko turn the badger. "Oi! fatso, what about my half up front? I might find a mage that can make you lose all the blubber." She hears Rogna comment to her and smiles, "I'm sure we are going to get along fine." She shake his hand and smiles before look at the badger, "Now about that-" She is cut off as a fist size bag of crown hits the gecko in the face. "YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!" She says through a bruised snout as Kilsa shrugs and walks back into the Ironsoul Defeneder building as the airship takes off into the clouds. "Alright make yourselves comfy, I'm going to have a little drink." She leads the group in the lower area of the ship that had plenty of seats and windows to see outside. A muscular Beaver is currently cleaning a small bar. "Newcomers, you must be the guys we are taking to that desert. Feel free to drink anything but the Captains special." He points to a blue bottle on the counter.

Mirana looks about the ship and wonders a moment if she can get to see the mechanics of it. Maybe anothertime. She takes a seat at the bar and looks over the Beaver, "Well.. nothing to drink for me really, how about just some tea if you have it, milk if you don't, and water if neither of those." She asks, and wonders about food for a moment, "And, you wouldn't happen to have any provision I might be able to eat on the way there? I'm not completely sure I packed enough." However, about half her pack was full of various jerkies. She looks around to see who else would have joined her below deck.

Rainer gives Kilsa a wave in parting before ambling off across the desk, snorting a laugh at the racket that comes from behind when the badger delivers the gecko's payment. He follows Mirana and their hostess down, arms comfortably folded behind his head, and eyes seemingly closed... yet he somehow manages to keep up and not run into anything. He abstains from the bar and flops into a seat next to one of the portholes, however, propped for the best view he can get out of it.

Angus smiles weakly at the banter as he walks onto the ship, and is definitely relieved when they head down into the lower area. With a sigh he takes a seat at the bar and shakes his head at the offer of drinks. "Thank you, but I think I'm good enough for now....actually I take that back, can I have some water?" He asks, his mouth as dry as a bone as he taps on the bar with a nervous jitter....This fox was not a fan of flying.

Rogna waves to Kilsa then looks to the ship, not quite as interested in the mechanics as the integrity of it as a whole. One would expect it's working or they wouldn't be where they are right now. When he is satisfied he moves over to the bar, deciding upon a sturdy looking seat and says "I would like some ale, and if you have some form of vegitation I would happily pay double for it. They are harder to pack and preserve than my current meat and bread rations, so I understand if your ship lacks them." He looks to the bottle, attempting to identify it, unsure if it's something fancy or something one wouldn't wish to have known. He doesn't linger too long on it, it's not really his concern.

The view is spectacular, there is a perfect view of the Firmament from the castle to shanty town from this height. As they pass over the east forest there is a few griffon fly around the quarry. "Ah a little light weight, here is some tea." The Beaver prepares the tea quickly as he grabs a little bit of water for the male fox. "We got veggies and everything is paid for already except the blue bottle. That the Captn's." The beaver gives food and ale to Rogna with a grin. The Captain take the blue bottle and retreats to her cabin. As The trip continues quietly for the duration, The ship slowly make its to the desert and into the city of Shralesta. After the landing the Captain urges the group off her boat, "Out out. We will be here as long as it takes, All expensies go to the fatty so take your time please. I would really like to enjoy to sample of ale.." A mischevious grin crosses her face. As the group is in the bustling city of Shraletsa with many displays of math being using everywhere. Even the Shopkeeps are using math to show off their wares.

Mirana drinks her tea and eats her food. She looks over to Angus and tries to comfort him as they go along. "Brother dear.. motion sickness, or what is the problem?" She asks after she is done eating and drinking her own fair. "And My Lord, this will be my first time out in these lands of Shralesta, I heard Lady Kilsa's warning, but do you have any?" She asks, then looks over to Rainer, "Or you? Do you have anything you would like to tell as a word of caution?" As the ship settles down to land, she goes above deck and waits for the rest of them to come up before heading down herself into the city, the heat of the area and the heat from her armor not effecting her in the slightest.

Angus smiles to his sister and shakes his head, still tapping on the counter. "Not a fan of airships or flying." He welcomes the water eagerly and downs it in one gulp, his ears still flat against his skull as they remain in the air. When they do finally touch down he is more the happy to depart the craft, and he finally smiles again.

Rainer waves as he calls to the burly beaver, "Keep a bucket handy for that'un!" A thumb jerked in Angus' direction, a smirk, and he's back to the window, practically smearing his face against it as he endeavours to get a better view. "Yeah. Metal that's out in the sun gets -really- hot." is the 'advice' he offers Mirana, before getting to his feet and wandering off, disappearing for the rest of the trip. He's already topside when the rest emerge from below and just finishing up smoothing out his fur -- it gets windy up there! "By the way, if anyone sees this greasy-looking guy wearing a lot of rings, point him out to me. I owe him a bloody nose."

Rogna smiles, and downs his drink, eating the vegitation at a moderate pace before he passes the empties to the bartender. "Well heres some extra for doing a good job." he says and hands them a fistful of crowns. "I have only traveled to Shralesta on account of swordsplay, so I have nothing that would be remotely useful in a search for a creator artifact." he says shaking his head. As they arrive he listens to the captain with a chuckle, noting all the magicians attempting to peddle their wares. He acts half interested in a few, waiting for the party to collect itself and move along, his armor heating up slightly.

Rogna spends 65 Crown for RP reasons.

A small ram male walks up to Mirana and smiles, "Its good to see a friend from home. Would you happen to be in the employ of house Ironsoul?" The ram look at Mirana clothing, "I wondered if you can tell me if can tell me what someone of such esteem would be doing here?" A few children pester and beg rainer and angus for crown while Rogna is standing infront of a mage with a big smiles, "I can tell your fortune, I can see your world and how to make you greater within it. I only ask for one hundred crown for my work." A Dragon dressed in beautiful robes with a gold tooth looks down at the large hippo.

Mirana listens to the collective advice, and nods, "Ok, thank you both." She says once they are above deck and when she is adressed, she tilts her head a moment before a smile graces her face, "Oh hello there! Yes, I'm employed by the Lady Ironsoul. Oh, I'm here because My Lady wanted me to check out something that reached her ear is all, nothing of great importance, I'm not even too sure why she would send all of us out here." She fibs a bit. "And how have you been?" She asks the ram as she walks down off the ship and into the city proper. The fortune teller catches her attention though, "Ahh, just a moment, I think I'd like to get my paw read, or however else this being will be doing his work." She says, digging around her belt pouch for a bit and producing the crown requested.

Mirana spends 100 Crown for RP reasons.

Angus smiles down at the children as they crowd around him. "Hey now, no pulling the tails please." He flicked both of them as he feels hands on them, and his hands drift down to his pockets as warning bells go off in his mind about possible theifs. This eyes drift to his sister as he hears her lie again and his eyes narrow, as he still was wondering what was off about her.

"That was me." Rainer readily confesses after Angus mentions getting his tails pulled. He angles his head down with quirked brows to a child tugging on his pantleg for attention, and then casually swats away the hand of another reaching for his coin pouch during the distraction. "You guys are just adorable. Adorable and handsy. But if you don't get out of here, we're going to send you away to Ironsoul Orphanage. Do you know what they do to little guys like you at Ironsoul Orphanage?" He waits just a beat for them to think about it, then makes the best scary face in his repotoire and blurts out, "THEY EAT THEM BLARGHLARGHLEDWARGHLEBLUH!"

Rogna pulls out one hundred crowns, throwing it to the dragon and laughing. "Just keep it, may your talents bring you fortune." he says as he steps aside, allowing the solacious to flee their conversation and take over the fortune teller's act. It's not like he needs to be told his fortune, it will have no impact on his actions till the very end. He takes the time to stand aside, moving towards a source of shade to allow him to maintain a cooler temperature as long as possible, standing vigilant.

The children scream and run away except one older child who smiles, "How do we taste?" He asked before female wolf walks up and grabs him, "Don't be askin stupid questions." She pulls him away back into the crowd. The dragon take Mirana coin and smiles widely, "I can see something bright in your future, I can see that you will be guided with your compainion to see something that will change promise. I also see great tradgey far ahead. You must hold close to your friends for they are all you have in the end. Now please go and seek what you have come to see." The dragon suddenly looks very tired and smiles, "If you come back please tell me what you saw, I want to know what is so great tha even my vision is blocked.."

Mirana listens to the words ad wonders at as to their meaning. "Ok, that is very useful, thank you" She says quite honestly, and gets up to continue talking to the ram trying to lead the both of them toward Rogna, "So, what do you know about what is going on today, and what My Lady may have wanted with sending us all out for such a small task?" She says continuing to play into the lie that the ram started. "And... Rainer, if you don't stop slandering My Lady's name and her works, I'll ensure you get nothing but bread and water for the next year." She says quiet seriously. "And My Lord? What would you suggest we do at this point?" She asks looking to the Hippo.

Angus chuckles as he watches the children run, and then he lightly slams Rainer across the back of his head. "No scaring the children, okay?" He smiles at the wolf before he shakes his head and walks back up to Rogna. "Might I suggest talking about after we leave the city?" He asks, giving the Ram a curious look. "Who's this now?"

Rainer chuckles as the army of diminuitive would-be pickpockets are scattered to the four winds... save That One Kid, there's always one, whom he exchanges challenging stares with... until the adult steps in to break it up. He promptly turns his head aside and whistles, playing the innocent act right up until Angus' whaps him. "Owhaha, c'mon, they were asking for it." Accompanying the fox back over to the others, he raises brows at the threat from Mirana and answers with a slightly-too-amused-sounding "Yes ma'am."

Rogna says "We should promptly take on our mission, that we may keep Kilsa's expenses to a minimum. She isn't paying for us to have a good time." He recalls the map vividly, his keen sense of navigation trying to kick. "We might ask where we are, so that we can orient ourselves in the correct direction and pursue our goal."

The map depicts thier landing point with a blue circle there is a large yellow circle to the northern sand depicting the possible area of the creature. A few smaller green circles to the north south and west depict the more likely places. A list of native creatures and dangers are written out. The sounds behind them are of a party happening on the Airship.

Mirana thinks a moment and remembers the map that she studied, "Maybe we should go look at the place that was in yellow on the map. Come along, I'll take point." She says, as she starts to head out toward the exit that would let them head up to the north, pausing there to ask, "We are looking for someplace out north, what precautions might we need to take." She asks a guard, merchant, or citizan, waiting for the rest of the group to follow. "If I remember right Rogna, then we are where the blue circle was, and..." she gets to explaining how far, how long, and what directions that she thinks they should take, ready to take critizium from the Hippo at a moment's notice though.

Angus shrugs as he follows his sister, interesting her and her photographic memory to lead the way. "Been a longtime since I've been here." He comments idly, adjusting his weapons belt slightly as he watches a few of the merchants and citizens go about their daily routine.

Rainer falls in right behind Angus, propping his forearms up on the hilts of is sheathed blades and taking on a disinterested expression, staring straight ahead as they wander the streets. "I think it's even warmer than last time we were out this way."

Rogna nods and follows Mirana, speaking to Rainer with a "Did you happen to see anything unusual while you were watching out the window?" as they proceed. The hippo checks his weaponry carefully and nods, getting a drink of water to ensure he's ready to go. "I believe this is a fine choice of direction."

The group makes it pretty far north before seeing in the distance a shimmer of light. As the group stumble into the southern most green circle a shimmering bit of metal in the ground. There are plenty of deep holes in the ground around the metal bit the metal makes a ringing nose as the group approaches.

Mirana travels along at a fairly brisk pace, the heat giving her no pause nor discomfort. "Come along everyone! Lets see what we find." She stops when she notices the shimmer bit of metal in the ground, quickly bringing a hand up in the 'halt' position, quiet a distance away, she then points to the object, "Any ideas?" She asks as she looks around to the others. "And... nothing stupid." She says looking both to Rainer and Angus. After insureing that they see what she saw, she gets ready to approch the object, not yet walking up.

Angus stares at the metal as Mirana points at it and shrugs, already drawing his dagger. "Well, it's in the location where the thing was last seen. Left in plan view for anyone walking this way." He then checks to make sure the hand crossbow up his right sleeve is loaded before he smiles. "I'm guessing it's either a trap, or something that was left behind on accident.."

Rainer purses his lips in a thin line and jabs his tongue into his cheek, making it bulge out to the side. "Define 'stupid.'" He stands there a bit longer pondering the situation, hands on his hips... and finally goes to his coin pouch, rummaging out a single crown and giving it a throw at the metal bit protruding from the sand.