[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/PZT8Cf7g/Untitlfdgfdgded.png[/img] [img]https://i.ibb.co/CK5yPDSk/dfgfdfg.jpg[/img][/center] [center] [hider=Info] [b][color=#50C878]Race:[/color][/b] Urban Halfling [b][color=#50C878]Class:[/color][/b] Rogue [b][color=#50C878]Location:[/color][/b] Port Verge [b][color=#50C878]Interactions:[/color][/b] None [b][color=#50C878]Equipment:[/color][/b] [color=black]⦾[/color] Hand crossbow [color=black]⦾[/color] Shortsword [color=black]⦾[/color] Coil of silk rope (lightweight, quiet) [color=black]⦾[/color] Small lockpicking kit [color=black]⦾[/color] Concealed shoulder satchel (documents & odds-and-ends) [color=black]⦾[/color] Hooded travel cloak [b][color=#50C878]Attire:[/color][/b] Plain traveler’s shirt, tanned vest, dark trousers tucked into leather boots; hooded cloak worn or stowed depending on visibility. [b][color=#50C878]Gold Balance:[/color][/b] 30 [b][color=#50C878]Injuries:[/color][/b] None. [/hider] [/center] [center][img]https://i.ibb.co/S4tvw0RW/Chat-GPT-Image-Jan-23-2026-08-37-31-PM.png[/img][/center] [center][h2][color=#50C878]The Recap Episode[/color][/h2][/center] Thomas is awoken by the sound of an explosion and metal being torn asunder. The commotion of fear and battles echoed through the halls of the airship. Although somewhat groggy from being wrenched from sleep so suddenly, the song of blades clashing spurs Thomas fully awake. Boarding and traveling was supposed to be simple once he swiped that boarding pass off a loudmouthed human adorned with expensive clothes and reeking of a stench only found on those of noble birth. A coin pouch too light for his liking compelled Thomas to employ every tactic to ensure the voyage was made with the least resistance and oversight possible. Blending in is not worth the risk, any witness regardless if they see Thomas or Tommy could be enough to put pursuers back on his trail. [color=#DC143C]”If I can just get to Khorvaire unnoticed, his men can’t follow me.”[/color] Thomas echoed this thought over and over, reassuring himself that this may finally be put behind him. A new life, a new chance, a new fate. The chaos unfolding snaps him back to reality, no time to worry about the past. The door to the cabin remains locked as Thomas dawns his gear, taking a defensive position in the darkest corner of the room. Crossbow and sword in hand. The only light entering the room bleeds beneath around the door, if anyone casts their shadow into his current domain it will become a tomb. The time drags by as the chaos from the halls fade, but the sounds of the ships groaning and straining have not gone unnoticed. The sounds of battle having subsided, Thomas risks venturing out to investigate the situation. Even if the Counts men have found him, these methods are too brazen even for his dogs. Thomas pushed his hair into the hat, any small changes to his visage may assist in keeping his identity obscured. The ship lurched causing Thomas to feel lighter for just a moment, hum of the elemental energy wavering, he thought he could ignore it but more and more it became clear. [color=#DC143C]”If the ship's going down I don’t want to go down with it.”[/color] Thomas stealed himself and opened his cabin door. Crossbow loaded and sword drawn. Peering out, he slowly peaked right then left, no signs of movement. Stepping out he peers back down the hall to his right. [i]whap[/i] Something impacts Thomas in the head. His mind races. [color=#DC143C]”An arrow, a spell? Is this how I go out?”[/color] A moment passes, he glances back finding himself still alone. Confusion takes over, the impact had no weight nor does he feel the familiar sting of a wound. Reaching up he finds a strange object had attached itself to the side of his scalp. The oddity of the incident and with the ship not in freefall yet, Thomas returns to the room. After reengaging the doors lock he finds a mirror to see what has attached itself to his head. After a minute Thomas finds a hand mirror and discovers a small gemstone fragment stuck just above the hairline behind his left ear. Thomas loses track of time trying to remove this stone from his skin. He finds the situation odd, there is no pain, no bruise, and no blood. Prying it out with a blade crossed his mind but getting the control needed with a sword was not going to work without collateral damage. After exhausting available options he elects to attempt another venture into the rest of the ship. A crackle breaks out across the hall as Captain Jovik Cindrallis speaks into the ship comm system. Fearing the worst Thomas listens to the captain give all the information he needs to hear. We will be either landing or crashing in the Lhazaar Principalities. A venture into the rest of the ship is now unnecessary but the danger of an unplanned landing loomed over Thomas. However, since the ship did not feel to be falling at the moment Thomas walked the cabin pondering how to increase his odds when the captain or ship decided to touch down. After a few minutes Thomas opened the cabin luggage compartment and stuffed it with as much of the soft bedding and pillows he could scrounge up. At least this way he did not have to worry about debris and being thrown across the room on impact. Despite being a small space now stuffed with pillows and bedding he is able to plant himself in the middle of it. He mused that this must be a hidden benefit of his halfling lineage. Soon Thomas felt the ship drop again as the comms crackled to life once more. Captain Jorvik notifies the passengers that we are landing hard and to hold on to something. The jerky and rapid descent bounces Thomas around his padded cubby, the cushioning helps but nothing he could do would make this a comfortable ride. Finally the ship dives and levels just before the drawn out impact of the ship colliding with rock and stone. The noise pierced the very essence of Thomas's mind and soul, but soon enough the ship came to a stop. Some bruising and a persisting ringing in the ear is a small price to pay for what Thomas hopes is the worst ride of his life. Thomas hears the captain over the comms again, calling everyone to the main deck. The damage sounds intense, doubting the ship will be in the air anytime soon Thomas makes his way to the deck. Slowly making his way to the main deck, Thomas finds the aftermath of the battle, the blood stains the floor and air, a memory tries to surface but is shaken off as quickly as it came. Mixing with a group of passengers Thomas ducks away after making it to the open deck and finds cover from the islands and whatever may approach from them. Thomas bides his time listening to Captain Jorvik discuss the situation with the passengers, most seem to be the types he dislikes. Frantic sheltered wealthy types with purses larger than their sense, although a few battered but strong types that stick out from the crowd. A tall Warforged clad is Ivory and bronze. Strong is an understatement, that sword likely weighs more than Thomas. Odds are it's not for show, it’s armor seems well maintained and the etchings are well made. The sun on the chest would be the focus if not for the gem embedded in it. The same in appearance to the one Thomas now finds on himself. I don’t think the Count has any of them in his pockets, would he be safe to approach? A Tiefling woman with a bow as long as Thomas. Leather armor covers her arms, legs, and center. Topped off with a cloak and an eagle. Seems to be the ranger type. Her hood is up and she seems to be looking either for someone or out for something. Thomas knows that look. A Human man with loose clothing and battle wear. Moving around well enough but bandaged like he attempted hand to hand with a large beast. He seems to have some decent injuries but is healing a woman instead of himself. His head looks over revealing a glowing eye. [color=#DC143C]”No fucking way. Is he an Aasimar?”[/color] Thomas asks himself if it's just his imagination. Those touched with divinity are so exceedingly rare that Thomas would likely sooner grow a third eye than find another. Thomas watches as the passengers and crew move about tending to the wounded and dead. Others join them, could be a party or just varying passengers that happen to be combat types. Thomas can’t quite figure them out before a trio boards the ship. The one that calls himself "captain" speaks in threats and ego. Each of them seem to ooze arrogance, the large and in charge types. As annoyed at them as Thomas feels he knows better than to think the locals would let anyone else handle this task. It seems they want a group to discuss the situation with a prince, the warforged and tiefling are being taken in bindings.. Thomas considered he may have been followed to the ship but now that it beached and most of its passengers confined to it…. [color=#DC143C]”Fuck it, the island it is.”[/color] With all eyes on the departing group Thomas jumps the railing and climbs down the sea facing side of the boat. Slow and steady he lowers himself into the water and swims to the beach behind the boat. Once feet hit solid ground he disappears into the brush. It does not take long to dry off with the heat of the island, weight and sound of moving in wet clothes would limit the options available. Lucky for Thomas spotting the Warforged is not difficult, it sticks out against the plantlife and shanty buildings. Thomas settles close enough to hear the man named Beckett give the group ground rules for the port and cut em loose. A shock to Thomas, cutting loose these people and with their weapons? This Beckett is either stupid or very sure of himself. The woman emerging from the brush posed the question Thomas had in the back of his mind. Which would be amusing if not for this Yuan-ti woman's capabilities in stealth seeming to match or exceed his. As the group descends into the town the broad daylight will make tailing them difficult by the usual cloak and dagger means. [color=#DC143C]”Time to change tactics.”[/color] Thomas settles on a plan and moves to the edge of a less crowded area. Practiced and deliberate he tucks the cloak and hood into his weapon harness. Adjusting the crossbow and sword to be obscured within his facade,and releasing his still damp hair from his hat he ruffles it letting it fall down over the implanted gem. It’s been weeks since he last performed this trick but it's too late to turn back now. [center]"[color=#DC143C]Hello I, *Cough* Hi[/color][color=#50C878] I’m.[/color]"[/center] [center][img]https://i.ibb.co/MktBgWh3/a47093f5-888c-458d-9d6a-6b92f482fdf0.png[/img][/center] [center]"[color=#50C878]Hello, I’m Tommy.[/color]"[/center] [center]Incognito, Tommy melts into the busy shanty town.[/center]