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Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Shieldwing

Shieldwing kept his eye on this new dragon, Rudrick for the time being. He would steal the occasional glance between him and Garrock, as though trying to piece together some kind of puzzle. There was more to this than what met the eye, that much he could tell. He wasn't sure if Garrock noticed, but he had a feeling, the more he observed the new arrival, that catching up wasn't all that Rudrick wanted to do. Though perhaps that wasn't truly any of his business...? Maybe he should keep his attention on the condition of his own clutch instead of sticking his snout into the affairs of these older dragons...?

He cast a glance toward the others as most of them responded in kind to the offer that had been granted...although he couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his gaze while listening to Skobeloff question about this "half healer" aspect, Fellwing's own quiet disposition. He took a mental note of that. He wasn't sure if Fell was going to want to discuss it or not, but either way, he wasn't going to bring it up right here in front of everybody.

"Y-yeah, it seems like that's what's best for everyone for right now. I-I guess," Shieldwing offered. "I think getting the injured ones some attention is probably our top priority right now. We should make sure everyone's okay after...everything,"

He quickly turned his gaze back toward Rudrick once again. Fellwing had already made the gesture, so he decided not to ask Rudrick to take them himself. Though, suddenly, his eyes widened as something seemed to dawn on him. "Ah...assuming you're not in the middle of training somebody or something, of course," He knew of Semscale's reputation, and it was easy to judge his age by his size....

Fellwing wasn't the only one Shieldwing needed to find a good opportunity to talk to alone. And if they all headed off to rest somewhere, that may be his best chance.

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Saur

Saur made his way down the streets of Ranshelm, unable to stop one of his claws from fidgeting and running along the edge of the string of the bow slung around his shoulder. While his verdant gaze continued to scan his surroundings, the lingering, pervasive odor of incense and herbs continued to invade his nostrils. While not an unpleasant scent, it didn't agree with him and he initially was having a difficult time keeping his other senses focused.

Eventually, the crimson kobold became distinctly aware that somebody was following him. He shifted his gaze to the side a bit, as though looking toward one of the nearby buildings in order to catch the figure out of the corner of his eye. Hm...it was that strange human he saw at the docks. But they had come from the ship like him. If they'd wanted something of him, they would have found easier success on the ship itself. Besides, nobody who'd be following him would be so obvious if they were an actual concern.

At long last, Saur stopped in front of exactly what he was looking for. The Serenity Retreat, and according to the sign at the front, it was pretty much everything he had been seeking. However, just as he was reaching his claw out, he realized that the sounds around him had changed slightly. No longer was he hearing the bustle of civilians marching about the streets or the grating noise of idle conversations had who were speaking just a bit too loudly. Now he was picking up new sounds; actual music echoed through with the occasional tone of laughter punctuating it here and there. He loosely recognized the sound. He was well aware that the surface dwellers often had these kinds of festivals when there was something to celebrate.

And if there was something to celebrate, it likely meant that much of the population could be found there. Likely more than the tavern, at least.

Just as he had begun to change his plans in his head, he heard something behind him. He turned his head to look back toward the source of the greeting he'd heard, and saw the same strange-looking humanoid from before. He raised a brow, but decided not to comment on what had suddenly jumped to his mind.

He opened his mouth to return at least some kind of greeting, but before he could manage, she had spoken again with quite the abrupt subject change as the music seemed to catch her attention as well.

"...Indeed," he said simply, and at first, he was simply going to leave it at that. However, he supposed it wouldn't kill him to at least show a bit of courtesy to a civilian like her. "I would be lying if I said it didn't pique my curiosity. I am...largely unfamiliar with the customs of Ranshelm, after all. And if it's a large enough gathering...." He paused there, trailing off in thought for a moment.

Finally, the blood-colored kobold looked back at the woman again, nodding his head toward her. "If you'll excuse me," he said before turning his attention back toward the distant, melodic sounds, electing to start toward the source without another word.

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MFW I realize the 2.5 ft. tall lizard boy is the physically strongest character besides the fighter...and yet still not THAT much weaker. xD

If anything ever kills Saur, I know that I now want to bring in my other lizard boi Tanrith. Or as I like to affectionally refer to him, the "Swolbold"~

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So out of curiosity, who is to be posting next? Do you want me and Ezka to keep going or do we want Fell to jump in first?

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Ah yeah, I was just waiting to give Haruki a chance to post something with Stargaze if they wanted to before I got my next post in~

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Oh yeah, definitely. He's only really going to draw his weapon whenever he feels it necessary. Whether it's for combat...or if people aren't taking him seriously and he feels like he needs to be a bit more intimidating~ xP

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Hm. Well, I guess I just assumed that it's just a way to organize your gear. I don't think having them in the Weapons list means you have them drawn; it's just...where you normally put them assuming you plan to use them. Mostly just because it'd be a pain to have to stow and restore every time you go into combat.

Idk, I guess I might be mistaken. But I'm just gonna keep mine this way for sake of convenience if that's fine. It just seems like an unnecessary hassle when the RP itself will say if I draw or stow a weapon anyway. xD

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Looks good! Oh, also, a tip for your character sheet: For sake of organization and keeping things clear and concise, you may want to take your weapon and shield and put them under the "Weapons" and "Defense" categories so that it shows you all of the numbers associated with those items, like the Shield's HP, Hardness and Broken value, as well as a weapon's attack rolls.

But besides that, I suppose that just leaves a couple more character sheets that need to be confirmed before we've got everyone?

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[link to character sheet]

@rush99999

Just as a heads up, all this link does is open up the builder, which will open up each individual person's own sheet. To share your own, you go to the Menu in the upper left corner of the Pathbuilder page, and then under "Export" you click on "Share Copy of Character." That'll give you the correct link~

Also very interesting that everybody seems to be running with Humans of some kind. Got ourselves a group of normal-looking people, and then a couple of mascots?~ xP

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Saur

Scratch. Scratch. Tap tap tap. Scratch.

Seated on his own in a smaller corner of the vessel below deck, the crimson-scaled Kobold sat with a handful of tools laid out on the ground before him. In his claws was a thin, wooden stick; a stem of what would soon be his final creation before he arrived at this so-called village of healing. The stick was raised up to his long snout, turning it over in his claws to give it a thorough examination. Content with what he was looking at, he opened his mouth, a small breath escaping his maw to wash over the wooden tool to ensure that there was no leftover debris. He then raised the tool he held in his left claw, ready to begin carving in the notches that would soon become the fletching and the nock.

This is how the small lizard man had spent the entire trip thus far. The moment he had stepped foot on the boat to his destination, he had gone to work immediately. His first course of action had been to maintain a low profile as he stepped around the ship, eyeing up the other passengers. He even snuck into some of the crew-only sections of the ship to make certain that he wasn't going to find what he was looking for. He had doubted it the whole time, of course, but one could never be too careful with this kind of thing. He had long-since figured out that anybody could be anything.

Once he'd found himself a nice, out of the way corner of the ship below the deck where he was confident he would be left largely to his own devices, he had sprawled out his various woodworking tools and gone to work. There was a small porthole window nearby, so he could keep an eye on the time while he whittled his time away crafting more ammunition for himself. He didn't trust reputations alone, so he wanted to make sure he was prepared if something happened in this strange town he called his destination.

And with what he was hoping to find, he wouldn't be surprised if something did.

Upon finishing his final arrow, he looked up, noting that the light was already beginning to fade from the window, the bright blue of the sky beginning to shift into a more orange hue, while the brighter blues began to darken. According to the crew, they would be arriving at the town by sundown, so in all likelihood, they were going to be pulling into a dock soon. Tucking his new creation into the quiver he'd laid to rest beside him, he began to gather all of his tools and put them back into the bag where they belonged.

Taking a deep breath, the Kobold stood himself up and made his way back to the surface, just in time to witness the town ahead, nestled up against the shores. Ranshelm, the town of healing.

A refuge of healing, where diseases fade.

He couldn't imagine this description referring to anywhere but here. Which meant that this was the best place to start looking. Saur took a deep breath as he readied himself. He had no idea what was to come, but he felt himself adequately prepared for his hunt.

Saur's verdant gaze eyed the shore as it drew ever closer, waiting until, finally, the vessel came to a halt and a plank was laid out, allowing the passengers to disembark. He was among the first to step across the wood, eager to get to work before the sun disappeared completely. However, as his clawed feet tapped against the wooden dock, he realized that he was not the first one to have left the confines.

The sight of this other figure gave Saur pause. What else could he do? In all of his time, he had never once seen somebody quite like this one. Cloudlike, pure white hair dancing around their head in the wind. But, wait...was it just him? For a brief moment, he could have sworn that it billowed in a different direction from the gentle breeze he himself was feeling...? He watched her for a brief moment out of curiosity, but it seemed that this figure seemed content to simply stand there along the dock and drift her own gaze toward the distant wood.

The red lizard soon caught himself staring and shook his head. Gah, what the hell was he doing...? He had something he needed to do, he shouldn't just stand there, gawking at other strange passengers. He had information to gather.

And so, he began to step forward again. If the strange, airy figure stayed where she was, he would continue past her, doing what he could to fight his curiosity and avoid looking back up at this figure, headed straight for the town proper. He knew what his first destination was going to be: a village tavern or inn, or a mix of the two. That tended to be where information gathered, after all. He just had to find the place first....