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.
