True Progress - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
15/2/476
Log
A large foreign escort has been placed by the Holy city of Shralesta, and they've sent a ship specially to cross the borders in the most discreet way possible. From the note, it seems that they want to deliver something of unimaginable value to Firmament, but are trying to avoid the bandit filled roads along the way. Three priests stand in front of the entrance to the ship in polished heavy plates, screening the people who are taking up the bounty they're giving for this task.
Sidewinder heard rumors of such an escort, and despite not being welcome in Shralesta itself, he still feels some connection to his home. As such, he makes his way to the docks and coughs softly to get attention. "Ah'm here f'r the escort mission." He doesn't give his name just yet, and his rather non-descript appearance and demeanor make him practically invisible to most who would be looking for 'special' type people.
Garma laughs to himself as he wheels his cannon behind him, the complete opposite of discrete, flexing for any woman he passes and offering slaps on the back for anyone friendly enough to greet him. He's heard of some job that no ones hired him to get in on, he may as well see if they'll hire him for whatever he's not being asked to stop, it must be important. As he arrives in front of the priests he offers his hand and then says "Hey there your holiness, I heard you got a job? Mind if I push in, I promise not to dissapoint." with a flashy smile.
The priest in the middle doesn't say anything, standing with his hands rested on his hammer as he peers from behind the daunting visage of his mask. His head does seem to be turning slightly from Garma to Sidewinder though, a small grunt coming as the raven explains that he's from Shralesta, but without any words, he stands aside and motions to the two slanted planks that lead onto the ship, where more heavily armored priests can be seen working swiftly to resupply and repair the ship for their trip.
Sidewinder moves past Garma and slips onto the ship, not saying anything else. The raven makes his way to wherever the priests guide him. His eyes scan everything, taking in each priest, each job, each movement, for future use. The unremarkable man finds a seat and takes it, sitting down and getting out of the way as soon as possible.
Saibh isn't entirely sure she's up for this job at this point, but for the time being she'll go along for the ride, if the price is right. Though that said, when she spots a familiar face, albeit one she's still convinced is as few walls short of a house, she wonders just how thorough their screening process for hires is. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she makes her way towards the ship
Garma shrugs and wheels his cannon onto the ship, moving himself and it to a location that they won't have to worry about getting in the way before he starts to polish it up. He inspects the crew, trying to gauge just how fit and able bodied these folk were.
It's not much longer before the three priests guarding the boat pick up their hammers and climb up the sturdy planks before pulling them onboard and keeping them somewhere safe at the side. Someone raises the ship's anchors up and sails billow down, and with the help of complex air math, the ship is sailing off at full speed ahead. The one who was busy screening applicants wanders into the cabin for a moment, returning without his helmet and hammer, in place for a pair of swords. He's a cougar with white eyes, the black brushes along his muzzle the most visible. He looks at the three non-priesty people on board with a tiny smile on his face...except he's not quite looking in their direction. "Good, we have people to escort the precious cargo back to Firmament. And you all don't seem too special either." A storm builds in the distance as he continues to give his short briefing. "We've designed a rare firearm that we would like to deliver to Firmament, in interest of our longstanding relations, and their fight against the shadow. But we don't want to let anyone else know about the weapon design. It's something powerful enough to cause the deaths of thousands...if bandits should ever get their hands on it."
Sidewinder perks up quickly when he hears what it is they're guarding. His eyes sparkle, and a grin crosses his beak. *Now* he's interested. He nods to Saibh with a smirk, "See, Ah ain't all crazy. Shralesta dun got lots 'f guns y'all here in Firmament ain't never seen b'fore."
Saibh raises an eyebrow at the description, then shifts from side to side like she wants to ask a question, but keeps stopping herself. Anyone that knows her might be guessing that it's not nice. She stops and leans against the railing before finally asking, "A design like that aims for the user then?" she glances to Sidewinder, jerks her thumb towards him and says, "Otherwise it'll be no different than business as usual." Knocking the back of her boot against the railing's support, she then says to Sidewinder drly, "And I'm sure there's a lot of things you've not seen out this way. Sobriety is a rare treat for example"
Garma raises an eyebrow and stops polishing his cannon. "I hate to say this but you might as well not even bother delivering it then. If you're worried about bandits getting it, just wait till the shadow are gone. It'll be loosed on those cliffside folks by the army." he says and cracks his neck. "But if you're goin through with it, I'll be sure to keep them bandits off your prize."
"We don't care. We have no parts in the conflict. But if the Creators are to come down upon us, we must be prepared to handle them, or at least put up a good fight. We simply have faith that Firmament will do what's right." The cougar sighs and shakes his head. "These designs come from studying Creator tech for so long...it's power will give us a chance against them." The storm rolls in as the cougar speaks, though he's distracted by the lightning more than what's on hand. "If there's anything you want to ask now, ask before we have to shout it to one another through the rain." It's already starting to drizzle lightly. Oh, and you can call me Captain Reinhardt, or just Reinhardt. I needn't know your names."
Sidewinder looks more than a little annoyed by Saibh's comment, and he stands slowly, eyeing the woman. He takes a step towards her, then looks around and thinks better of whatever he was going to say, deciding to sit back down. "Ah'm *really* startin' t' dislike you," he offers instead with a sneer. To the head priest, he nods. "Ah'll do whatever it takes t' keep th' gun safe. Y' have mah word, Cap'n."
Saibh shifts her stance and watches the bird step towards her. The only thing she does in response is stifle a yawn and shift her stance to get more comfortable. After the comment though, she makes a dismissive gesture and says, "I think I'll live. Settle down either way, I'm sure they've got rations on the boat for morale." She tilts her head curiously towards Garna after, particularly the uh.. cannon. Right then.
Garma groans as it starts to drizzle, throwing his open jacket off his body and draping it over his precious tool. "Alright then Captain Reinhardt, we'll be on the lookout." he says with a rather half assed salute and a smile. He takes note of Saibh's interest in his weapon and laughs to himself. The girls are always checking out his cannons.
