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In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 20 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay





Cruelty was the punchline.




The sun grew higher while his new companions treated him to a hot bath and warm meal. The air outside grew heavy as the summer heat took hold of the humid port town. Tommy’s sleeves stuck to him as he moved along with the others venturing to the docks. Momentary reprieves came as clouds blocked out the sun as they passed over, the clear sky from the morning was being eaten away by building clouds.

The eyes never stopped, moving so openly allowed him to be beset upon from all sides by gazes that screamed curious or calculating. Rarer to catch a look of concern or consideration, a pirate's den through and through. Tommy looked to Bastion, a tower of metal and might; now more than before he hoped that sword wasn’t just for show if they ended up needing it.

There it was again, a feeling nagging in the back of his head. Something was missing.

Phia, Arya, and Menzai had been so gracious and considerate, even after they saw the marks. Tommy looked at them in wonder still, this group as odd as they may be took him in with no hesitation. For that he would have to find ways to thank them, repaying this kindness would take more than words.



The others joined them shortly after leaving the tavern, by their demeanor it could be assumed they had found what they were looking for. Meiyu spared him a glance as they met up but she seemed far less interested in him than he thought she would be. Tommy pouted with disappointment realizing her prior interest was just a fickle display. He pondered how to get payback for the slight, what's the worst she would do, break his arm?

They talked among themselves, their chatter was nothing Tommy had interest in. He tried to stick close to Phia but Menzai was stuck to her side, Bastion as gentle as he intended was a hazard for Tommy to walk beside, instead he took to Arya’s side holding onto her cloak as they made their way to the docks. His mind still nagged.

What was missing? The feeling persisted neither growing nor dissipating.

The smell took Tommy by surprise, breaking his train of thought. A cacophony of foul stench wreaked havoc on his nose. Fish guts rot along old paint and an overwhelming wave of salt and iron, a blind man might confuse this place for a sailors graveyard.

Then there was Beckett, and his cronies as well. A man who both seemed perpetually relaxed and radiating cruelty. As if malice was a flavor of ice cream. The other two presented no better, they flanked him daring anyone to step out of line. Sat at at the end of the pier, Beckett grinning like he was waiting to deliver deliciously terrible news. Tommy moved behind Arya, preferring not to be the center of their attention.

Tommy listened to him speak, up until the man made a strange noise and the tearing of nails forced its way into his ears. Before Tommy could react a green ball covered with torn cloth rolled past almost stopping before tumbling over the pier. A goblin?

“Idiots, meet Trin. Trin, meet idiots.”


As Beckett introduced Trin Tommy couldn't help but look down to the poor thing after he landed, everything about him radiated fear. An isolated creature that was stuck here unprotected, he felt solidarity with the Trin. This is what the prince meant when he said there was someone willing to accompany us, someone disposable, someone that could not refuse. The delight Beckett took in this exchange was grading, this man's only joy was in making others miserable.

Peeking out towards Beckett Tommy spotted The Mercy moored just behind him, the paint used on the name clearly still fresh. Tommy felt his shoulders drop, finally accepting these pirates, despite wanting their help, would not be doing them any more favors for it.

He buried his head into Arya’s cloak wanting to disappear inside it. His frustration was compounded by that same nagging feeling from before.

What was missing? The thought itching in his mind.



In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 24 days ago Forum: Casual Roleplay






The early morning breeze glides around the keep urged forward by the rising sun. The chill of the night air gave way to the jungle's humidity as the port town settled into its daily activities. The beams of light broken by structure and foliage crept lower and lower as if to remind you that time will not wait. Less than two hours remain until the boat is ready.

Tommy leans against what he assumes is a home at the edge of the path leading back to the rest of the shanty. In his haste to escape the keep before the others had made their exit, he failed to check if the structure was occupied. By now the thumping in his chest had made his ears ring and dampened his perception. The anxiety he had hoped to alleviate by tailing and vetting the rest of the gem laid survivors welled up as he heard the wood and iron doors collide shut from up the road. With a deep breath to try and calm his nerves Tommy could only hope any frustration from the meeting would not find its way to his throat.

Meanwhile, Arya’s fists were clenched as she followed the group. The name-calling towards her and the conflict had made her so uneasy that she thought she might faint. Once the Prince shouted and swore at them, she had nearly jumped out of her skin. Her heart hammered so loudly she thought it might be audible to the others. Tears had welled up in her eyes as she hurried after the group. She pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle her fear and shrank into her hood, as if it might hide her completely. Stella’s talons were gripping her shoulders tightly, but she didn’t dare acknowledge her, lest they found out about her bird.

Once outside and away from the pirates safely, Arya collapsed onto a nearby boulder and turned away from the group. Sweat gripped every ounce of her skin. She grasped her hair and vomited once over the side of it. Then, she began hyperventilating until Stella pecked at her head and grounded her. It took a few minutes, but she was able to regain control. Once she had her composure and was clean again, Arya turned to the group.



Menzai quietly followed the group, having retreated into his mind, thinking over all that had gone down. It left him feeling highly frustrated and perturbed by the way the prince had all but dominated the situation and left them with little option and little time to formulate any proper plan, the shrewd bastard. The reveal of the hidden men was merely a power play to prove his position untouchable, but the wolf saw this as a mistake; extending his hand unnecessarily, which gave them a better understanding of what they were dealing with, though he surmised the man still held more up his sleeves, much to his distaste.

Upon exiting, the fresh outside air pulled the reflective wolf from his thoughts to find the others in a similar disgruntled state, though Arya appeared to be in worse shape, seeing her collapsed on a nearby boulder. He studied the hyperventilating tiefling with furrowed concern; the sounds of retching caught his flicking ears and prompted an unsavory wrinkle of the nose, which prompted him to turn away slightly, not wishing to appear rude. Alarmed by her deteriorating state, Menzai had stepped over to offer her a handkerchief, regretful that he had no water. He intended to offer encouraging words, but Stella seemed to have things handled, though he was unsure if he approved of the pecking.

Meiyu regarded Arya’s collapse with the same interest she might give a dying insect. Vomit, frantic breaths, white-knuckled grip on a bird—weakness paraded for all to see. The girl was prey, soft and trembling, already marked for culling by the world she’d stumbled into. If a scrap of noise from a boy perched on a pile of refuse could shatter her, she would not survive a single dusk on cursed soil.

Corin had found the entire exchange strange. A man invites people into his own home, tells them, “Hey, I’ve got your friends prisoner, but it’s okay because I didn’t have them killed.” Thanks for practicing basic human morality, I suppose. “Oh, by the way, get this thing for me, or I’ll lift the protection order.” In other words, he’ll tell them to gut the innocent people like pigs. There was hardly any effort for that man to call back his horde of mages and sellswords, much less so to summon them forth in that bravado-inspired display like he just did.

The old man sighed. “I suppose we are left with little choice then. I for one say we-” The group had begun its cadence down the road and away from the pirate den. They were likely well out of ear shot by this point but he still made an effort to create some distance before saying much else. “I imagine everyone here is in agreement on what to do? If not, I think we should deliberate now and figure out what in the hells we plan to do.”

Arya listened to Corin, who voiced every bit of indignation she had about their meeting. “I… I don’t know what to do–we need to get away, but this island sounds too dangerous.” Fear gripped her voice as she trembled. Arya removed Stella from her perch on her shoulder and into her arms to grip. The eagle complied and listened intently.

“There’s little to deliberate.” Malik's tone was calm and matter-of-fact. “The prince controls this den, our ship, and the survivors. Refusal gains us nothing except the opportunity to discover whether or not his threats are sincere.” He side-eyed Corin as he walked beside him, wearing his stoic stone expression as if it were carved onto his visage.

“The wiser discussion is how we prepare for a place everyone else here fears.”

“We are prisoners. If we refuse, the innocent lives of those on the ship are gone, and if we fail, then we’re gone, and the survivors are still out of luck.” Her voice trembled, but she continued. “...There is little way for us to get off this island without the airship. I don’t… I don’t understand the cruelty.” Anger sparked in her eyes as she looked at Corin and Malik. “I don’t think we have much choice. I… I don’t think we can say no, but every part of me wants to.” She turned away and pulled the cloak tighter around Stella and herself.

“Ayra.” Malik called sternly. “None of us wanted this.” Malik’s gaze drifted westward, as though he could see Khovaire itself from this distance. “But panic will not carry us from the Principalities. You are an archer. Steady yourself… People are counting on you, are they not?” He had turned to face the tiefling with a raised eyebrow.



Arya glanced at Malik, and for a moment, she almost glared. This man did not know anything about her. He did not have the right to judge her reaction. Still, he was right that people were relying on her–but they weren’t here. She scowled, took deep breaths, and turned away from the group.

The wolf contemplated and ruminated on what to say after hearing three discuss their thoughts; each of them sharing a great disdain against being used, but were trapped within the Prince’s palm at the time being. A dissatisfied huff of his nose as he took a step towards the tanned elf. “There is no need to press her, Malik. Allow Arya some time to breathe. We have all been put through a most strenuous meeting.” The wolf spoke up, maintaining his stoic composure, then partially turned towards the tiefling who offered him a nervous smile out of appreciation for defending her. “But what Malik said is true. People are relying on us, and our time is short. I understand the difficulties grappling with the Prince’s deal, outlandishly cruel and recklessly disregarding of lives it may be for us.”

He paused, growling his own frustrations briefly before motioning towards Corin. “As Sir Corin had put it, well painting the situation we find ourselves in, we have little choice but to be in agreement, loath as I am to say so.“ Shaking his head with a wary sigh. “If we must do this, then keep in mind the survivors we must fight for; escape from this island would be meaningless were we to abandon those innocent, though I fear for the unknown dangers of this island, and were that we were given more time.” Further proof that the prince did not care one way or another how their expedition turned out. “And there is the fact that the Prince knows of our shards. A most worrying added development, as he may intend to take them, and his desire for this trinket is the only thing holding back his hand.” He rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “We find ourselves at a most unfortunate disadvantage, though I have no intention of letting it stand. We must work together to find the prince’s weakness…some form of leverage to ensure he keeps his word, for a pirate’s promise means little, and I expect betrayal awaiting us otherwise.” The prospect did not sit well with him, but it needed to be brought forward to the group that betrayal was likely plausible.

Meiyu’s golden eyes slid to the men, their bickering little more than background noise. A thin, humorless smile ghosted across her lips.

“You flatter yourselves,” Meiyu cut in, her voice sliding into the conversation like a razor through silk. “If the Prince wanted the stones in our flesh, he would have peeled them out right then and there. He had the numbers, the steel, the mages, and the absolute element of surprise, even if some suspected he wasn’t alone. He could have slaughtered us on the floor, or more likely, locked us in a deep hole to experiment on us one by one before ripping the gems out for his own loyal cutthroats. Perhaps this little voyage is a test to see what these shards can do before he makes a move, but it still gives us the freedom to discover their power and prepare.”

The wolf growled softly towards the snaketress, cutting words though there was truth in her mocking tone. Nothing was preventing the prince from simply doing away with them. Perhaps, he mused, the prince was curious about the shards' powers, though feared the potential fallout were he to press them then. “Then we must use this freedom to discern these shards' capabilities as well.” He added softly on a pondering breath.

Corin held up his hands in a brief rebuttal. “All I asked was if we were in agreement, and if not we deliberate.” He crossed his arms and heaved a heavy sigh. “So it sounds like those three are in agreement, so what say the others? And once we get a resounding yes from all, then we can talk about the much wiser discussion of what to do next.” Corin shot Malik a less-stoic look of annoyance. He was not a fan of this new version of Minerva.



While the others spoke, Bastion’s gaze lowered to a tiny hermit crab making its slow, determined way across the uneven stones near his foot. Its shell was too large for its little body, or at least Bastion thought it looked too large, and every few steps the creature seemed to wobble beneath the weight of it. When a voice rose too sharply among the group, the crab vanished into itself, legs and claws tucked away until only the shell remained. The Warforged’s gaze lifted to meet Corin as the man finished his words with a request to hear from the others. Bastion had thoughts, he had frustrations with the so-called prince and the situation placed before them… Yet really, he didn’t believe any of that mattered. So instead of adding to the pile of opinions, he spoke the only truth that really meant a damn to him.

“Where you all go… I follow.” He answered. His optics scanned across the group briefly before his solemn gaze returned downwards to where the little crab had been. It was gone, but like the weight of the far-too-large shell the little critter carried, Bastion felt heavy with the bulk of what he feared was on the horizon.



Meiyu moved with slow, serpentine grace, gliding past their outrage as if it were smoke she could simply walk through.

“The Prince actually gave us a valuable gift,” she murmured, her gaze drifting toward Malik and Corin. “He revealed that our shards make us a beacon. To anyone with an ounce of arcane sight, we are glowing lighthouses. This is very useful information, though quite annoying.” She sighed in irritation before continuing her thoughts.

“Frankly, the boy has been a remarkably kind ruler. We live in a world that just dragged itself out of a massive war; it is far swifter and safer to eliminate outsiders than to let them live. Yet he gave us protection and a fair exchange. If we walk away from his terms, that protection lifts, the survivors die, and we will be hunted. We could try to find someone else to get us out of here, as I initially intended, but I see how unwise that is now. If you try to find another captain to sneak you off this island, you'll more than likely find yourselves isolated in the middle of the ocean, having your throats slit and your bodies dumped into the sea.”

She smoothed the dark silk at her hip, mind already counting down the seconds, every heartbeat a drumbeat toward the next move.

“The Prince warned us that we can be seen from miles away, and I despise having a target on my chest—especially if we are sailing straight toward a likely magical island where a beacon like this likely spells doom. I am going to use what time we have left to find something in this port to mask this little magical flare.”

Phia had approached the group silently, a small brown bird perched upon her fingers. She brushed her thumb gently over its feathered chest and murmured softly to it. Then she lifted the bird close, pressed a kiss to the top of its head, and raised her hand to let it spring into the morning air, its wings carrying it up toward the rooftops.

Only then did Phia turn her attention fully to the group, worry still lingering in her amber eyes as she stepped forward from behind Meiyu. “I heard a little,” she announced softly, her fingers settling around her staff. “We should seek the shops for something to mask these little magical flares, then?”



The wolf, upon noticing Phia, rejoined the group, hopeful the momentary solitude had helped calm her mood. With a quiet, practice glide, he appeared at her side, giving an appreciative nod towards the shop suggestion, then whispered comforting words and a promise to gather some food and water before they set off. “If you have need of anything, sweet Phia, let me know. For now, I must muse on how we approach dealing with this mysterious island’s fog.” With a soft brush of her arm, an inspecting check, taking note of worry in her eyes, and Phia had gently rubbed Menzai’s arm comfortingly in turn.

A momentary studying peek in Malik’s direction before stepping away, moving his way to the back, where he spent the walk in deep thought, thinking of the meeting and what connections or purpose the shard had in all of this.

Though Phia did wonder how they would know if whatever they purchased worked, if they themselves could not see the flares. A slightly raised eyebrow from Malik showed that he too had inquiries on the matter, but all in all, he was content with the direction of the discussion. His gaze shifted from Meiyu to Phia, conversationally side-stepping the look he had received from Corin.

“If such a thing can be purchased, we should not delay,” Malik addressed to the others before his eyes shifted towards Meiyu. “Do you know what we are searching for, Meiyu? Or do we proceed blindly?” He inquired genuinely, naturally pushing efforts to the next possible objective.

Tommy could not help himself, he ground the dirt under his boot in anticipation as the group slowly closed the distance between them. He knew unless the serpent Meiyu had announced the interloper, the others would pay a random child no mind. He could not afford running the risk that they would not approach on their own, not that he had expected it anyway. Disregarding her, Tommy would have to strike up conversation as they passed with the hope that he could earn enough time to unveil the shard he shares with the rest of them. Out of the corner of his eye he could see them, halfway between him and the keep as they approached. Only time will tell if using Tommy for this proves to be a boon or bane.

Drawing nearer, Meiyu scanned the group's surroundings as they went along, searching for a specific Little Fox as she addressed Malik. “Blindly is an ugly word. Let's call it a hunt,” she murmured “The cheapest shield is lead. A thick lining will choke out basic magic, though if what the Prince said is true, the most we can hope for with that is that it dampens the magic. We’ll have to get creative if you don't want to walk around wrapped in heavy scrap. It can be effective, but crude.”

She glanced at the nearby shopfronts, her eyes calculating. “A proper abjuration charm or spell would be better, but in a port like this, something strong enough to mask these shards will cost a king’s ransom. We’ll likely have to pool every coin we own to afford even one. It won't be easy.” And that’s when she spotted him a ways down the road, but still she said nothing to the others. Let them discover him on their own. “Shall we see what the locals are selling?”



“I will take everyone’s banter as being in agreement then.” Corin reached out to smack Bastion on the back with a firm friendly touch. “Where you go, I go, battle buddy.” He walked in tow with everyone, pondering the thought of hiding their magical presence with dampeners. Could such a thing be made? If so, what would the framework be like? Where would the spare magical power be stored?

Then Corin began to mutter under his breath, lost in thought about the intricacies of magical dampeners before blurting out. “So magical dampeners, then we go meet our ship friend?”

Menzai had been lost in thought, pondering over what Meiyu had mentioned about beacons, curious about the fact that they were potentially glowing when he had assumed them empty of magic, but the prince’s acknowledgement of the shards and hidden associate proved the case otherwise. It irked him, being unable to notice or track them; a spell likely disguised them, and yet they were exposed against their will by shards assumedly meant to help? And were there to be anything on the island capable of sensing magic, then they were at a further disadvantage than he feared, with the fog leaving them blind. A place where his enhanced senses would serve little use, much to the wolf’s frustration. To be offered a most fascinating hunt of intrigue and magical mysteries, but forced to go with lives at risk and survival, and made horribly stacked against their favor, it soured him and left him feeling cheated.

As he thought on how to proceed, the soft metallic clang of Corin’s hand striking Bastion snapped the wolf from his musing; his ears flicked at the gem knight’s mention of magic dampeners, which pulled his attention to the magic shop. For a moment, he peered into the shop before glowering through the window as if trying to see something, when an idea came to mind as he shifted his left eye under the lid. Menzai’s brows furrowed, finding the prospect of testing it here now in a public space or taking proper precautions, fearing how it could react.



With a disconcerting sigh, the wolf turned back towards the group, holding up a hand. “Pardon the interruptions, everyone. But, before we proceed, there is…something I wish to try, that is, concerning the shards. If what Lady Meiyu said about them being beacons to be true, then the dampeners may prove ineffectual and lacking without some understanding of what they are omitting or leave us open to whatever danger lurks on the island.” Pausing as if hesitant to suggest it, the risk proved worrisome, though the pressure of time gave Menzai little choice and any chance to gain info, anything to aid in the group’s survival.

A sobering shake of the head, feeling a slight tingle in his left eye, almost as if a spark of anticipation felt. “I have an ability that may enable me to activate...hm, or awaken might be more apt? With it, I may be capable of seeing what those mages witnessed.” The raised hand moved to scratch at his chin gently. “ I cannot say how the shard will react. So, I wish to leave it to the group to decide whether to attempt it, though, know that I intended to do such testing at a more appropriate time, but time is what we lack currently.”

Sensing Arya’s calmer emotions, Stella had stopped pecking at her head and was now offering solace by wrapping her wings around her.

The idea of hiding their glowing shards was reasonable. Arya sniffled, wiped her eyes, and turned back to face the group. She remained quiet until her voice was steady.

“I agree on hiding our shards… and that we are unfortunately left with no other option.” Arya commented finally, and let out a heavy sigh. Anxiety gripped her like a blanket. Stella folded her wings, sensing the calmer emotions from the tiefling. Arya glanced down at her arrow supply. “I would like to purchase more arrows, and maybe another weapon.”

Bastion had been listening as his companions discussed their options, speaking of spells, precautions, and possible ways to mask the strange aura of the fragments now bound to them. They were practical concerns, and yet Bastion found he had nothing meaningful to add. The longer the conversation continued, the further his mind drifted from the present, pulled backward through memories stored too clearly within his arcane processors.

A boy’s laughter echoed somewhere in him. The sound of quick footsteps through polished halls. A voice bright with endless curiosity, asking questions Bastion had never known how to answer. Do you dream, Bastion? What would you do if you were not assigned to me? Do you think warforged get lonely? The memories came with cruel clarity: afternoon sunlight across a training yard, a wooden practice sword held in small hands, a grin full of mischief, the weight of a promise sworn in silence, and the heavier weight of the failure that followed.

It was not until Bastion felt a small tapping against his metal frame that the world around him returned. Once. Twice. Three times. He looked down, and for a moment, the present fell away entirely.

Standing before him was a boy no older than 12, with soft lavender hair falling in loose, elegant waves around a youthful face. Warm amber eyes looked up at him with a curiosity Bastion knew too well. He wore the fine clothes of a young noble, though rumpled in that familiar way, as if he had once again escaped his tutors in search of trouble.

Prince Tirian.

His charge. His friend. The boy he had failed.

For one impossible heartbeat, Bastion almost believed it was truly him. That the years had folded backward. That the Mourning had never come. That he had kept his promise after all.

Then the image wavered. The lavender hair blurred. The amber eyes shifted. Tirian’s face dissolved like mist beneath morning light, and in his place stood someone else entirely. Not the ghost of Bastion’s past, but a stranger in the present, waiting before him.

Bastion stared down at them, silent, as the ache of memory slowly loosened its grip.

Tap tap tap Tommy's finger tapped on the warforged that had stopped in thought a few steps away from where he was waiting for the group to pass. He did not know they could do that. With the warforged staring him in the face there was officially no backing out now.

“Excuse me mister, are you okay?”

Bastion stared at him for longer than he had expected, unmoving, silent, almost as if he was analysing Tommy.



The new voice had stolen Phia’s attention, and despite the worry weighing on her, her amber eyes lit up with enthusiasm.

“Hello, little friend,” Phia stepped closer and lowered herself into a crouch beside him, careful not to position herself too close. With a warm smile, she unfastened a small pouch from her belt and opened it to reveal a collection of colorful marbles, each one shining under the morning sun. She held the bag open for him to select one.

Corin looked past Bastion at the small…child? There was something off about him. He couldn’t place a finger on it. But calling this boy a child felt wrong. Calling him a boy felt…wrong. Corin turned to face him and offered a nod in acknowledgment of his existence. “And what might your name be, friend?” He chose a broad term as he waited to see which marble he would pick from Phia’s hand, a shred of whimsical curiosity.

Menzai waited to see what the group would say to his suggestions, pondering if he could even pull it off. The sound of metal tapping elicited a curious flick of his ears as he turned his gaze towards Bastion, finding the warforged staring down at something as if lost in thought, or in a trance, seemed more precise. Lowering his gaze with a queer raise of the brow at what appeared to be a child at first look, which left the wolf curiously confused. Had he been the source of the small footsteps he heard at times? He observed the small one silently as the group’s attention quickly surrounded him. Phia moved to his side within seconds, offering one of her marbles, a sign they could be trusted. Then Corin spoke up, asking the question likely on each of their minds.

Tommy recoiled at Phia's sudden approach. He took a sudden step back as she knelt down, hand still held aloft from getting Bastion's attention while the other instinctively grabbed at his shirt. Despite her gentle movement and warm demeanor he still observed her with caution. She displayed her pouch of marbles in such a way he knew it was an offering. The still aloft hand gently reached to the bag retrieving a yellow marble he likened to the sun or bright blonde hair. He looked at it for a moment like it summoned a memory.



“The better question is, who are you with?” Malik's tone cut through Phia's softness and pushed Corin's friendliness aside.

The group was slowly gathering around Tommy, Corin and the new elf asked him questions almost in unison.

A shnort of laughter burst out from the Yuan-ti woman that quickly turned into a cough, then a sniffle, then her rubbing her nose to hide her amused smirk. ”Sorry, she began, deadpan. ”Allergies.”

Meiyu's outburst had drawn his attention, she said it was allergies but he could swear she laughed. Regardless he was being questioned and refusing to respond would be of no benefit.



“I… My name is Tommy.”

Menzai, noticing the small ones' anxiety around them, had opted to stay back for the moment, concerned that his appearance might only frighten them. Figuring it's better to give Tommy some time to adjust to the group, a weird and possibly scary bunch, they must look to outsiders. While Malik’s cutting question had given him pause to inspect the area, his ears and nose were scouring for any possible hiding allies, taking in Tommy’s scent only to have his nose crinkle. Finding no traces of hidden allies, but found an unpleasant odor that showed they had not bathed for some time.

The wolf had only now taken notice of how filthy some of the group smelled after all the rushing and treks under the hot sun. He had no desire to spend the travels surrounded by this rank aroma and became determined to request some time to bathe before setting off. He withheld for now, with the group still fascinatedly curious with Tommy as he resisted the urge to cover his face with his sleeve, not wishing to give the wrong impression before even introducing himself. As he worked to keep himself composed, a shnorting laugh called his attention to the snaketress who had quickly tried covering up with the flimsy excuse of allergies and gave her a brief, pointed look, disapproving of the snickering.

Bastion, slow to react in the moment, carefully lowered himself down to one knee, gentle with the motion. He had learned long ago that his size could frighten those who were small. His optics softened as much as arcane glass and crafted metal could manage.

“Hello, Tommy.” He said softly.

Bastion’s gaze drifted briefly to the marble in the boy’s hand, bright and golden beneath the morning light. For one painful second, he remembered another child holding another small treasure in a similar way. Then he pushed the memory down, not too far away, but into its rightful place.

“You asked if I was okay.” His head tilted slightly, as though the question itself was one he had not expected to receive. “That was kind of you.”

He looked over the boy once more, not with suspicion, but with concern. The others had asked their own questions, and perhaps they were right to do so. This place was dangerous. Prince Dane had made that abundantly clear. But Bastion could not bring himself to treat a potentially frightened child as just another threat.

“I am…functioning.” A pause followed, and then, with a bit more honesty, he added, “Though I do not know if that is the same thing.”

His gaze lifted briefly to Malik, Phia, then Corin, then the others, acknowledging their caution. When he looked back to Tommy, his voice remained even.

“My friends are asking because this is not a safe place, and we have been given many reasons to be careful. But you came to us anyway.”

Bastion’s hand rose slowly, palm open, not reaching for the boy, but rather offering him a gesture of peace.

“Are you alone, Tommy?”

Are you alone? Of all the questions, that one struck him. Tommy had ignored Malik but something about Bastion saying it felt like it targeted something he had suppressed.

“Alone?” Tommy clutched the marble in his hand and pressed it into his chest. In some ways no, but he knew what they meant. He felt small pondering the question deeper than intended, a sense of gloom welled up as his mind dug for anything that would allow him to reject the notion. But nothing came, despite the life he wanted and the steps he had taken. He knew it was true… he was alone.

“I guess, I am.” Tommy said in a meek whisper not wanting to say it out loud. Not for their sake, but for his.

Something resonated in the back of his mind, bolstering his confidence.

“Just me… sir.” Tommy said directly to Bastion, reaching out to touch his outstretched hand. Bastion took it, offering him the gentlest handshake a Warforged could possibly give.

Arya observed the situation and the small child. She watched Meiyu shnorting with laughter suppressed as a cough, and wondered what had her in hysterics. That would be a question for later. She watched the group crowd around him and remained on the outskirts.

Stella chirped in her ear. ”What is he doing here?”

“I don’t know.” Arya hesitated.

For a split second, the group was focused on Tommy. A quick run to her right would separate her, and maybe she could find her own way home. After all, tracking and survival were her speciality. The thought was quelled by Stella adjusting her grip on her shoulder and then pecking her head to go investigate. Arya sighed, a long drawn out one, and moved towards Tommy.

She listened to the others quietly and then, she looked down at Tommy. “Are you a child? How did you end up here?” She paused, then glanced at the group.

Her voice became quieter, as she glanced around then addressed the others. “How do we know this isn't some weird test or bait by the Pirate Prince?” A very audible sigh escaped Malik after hearing her final question.

“The Prince already tested us, Arya. Most were just too trapped to notice.” Malik’s gaze focused on Tommy. Arya glanced at him and scowled. Where was Wendel?

“I see little reason for him to employ Tommy, who has only managed to slow us down.” His gaze washed over the entire halted group only to return to the “boy.” “Reasonably so… But we have other priorities.”

“Tommy,” there was neither pity or suspicion in Malik’s tone. “If you are truly alone, heed my words for your own survival here in this place. Port Verge rewards caution. Stay to the crowded areas and remember this above all else… In Port Verge, nothing is free.” Malik gave him a firm nod before stepping off. “Let us not dally here too long.” Bastion watched as the elf began moving away, remaining close to Tommy as to keep him safe and sound given the way his companions had already begun bombarding the poor child with questions and advice.

The new arrival Malik spoke in a way that Tommy found dismissive. Now of all times he found himself wishing he got the feline instead of this jerk. Although at this moment he bit his tongue and decided to ask about the fate of Minerva later. Although Malik dismissing Arya’s theory about being a spy for the prince was welcome.

Phia did not quite agree with that notion. “Hello Tommy.” She greeted him softly. “My name is Phia.” She smiled at him, then tilted her head as she spoke once more. “Do you know the location of your mother and father? …I can walk you to them.”

“I agree with Phia,” Arya added, and moved to her side. “you’re alone, right? How did you get here in this den of thieves?” She glanced around quickly to see if anyone was watching, then turned back to the small boy. She was unwilling to add her name, so she did not add onto the greeting.

Phias questioned the location of his parents, something he had not thought about in a long time. He really didn’t have an excuse for that one. All that left him with was the truth, but that was not something he was willing to share.

“I don’t have those, Mrs. Phia.”

With more members slowly surrounding him Tommy had turned to face Phia and had absentmindedly started slowly backing into Bastion. The Warforged placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder to steady Tommy and to let him know that he was right there and would allow no harm to come to him.



Menzai continued to observe and listen to the bouts of questions voiced by the group. He felt for the small one being possibly alone, as Bastion had brought up something he knew well, while Arya had put forth the possibility of another test by the prince. Mallik had shot that down, though in an unneeded, condescending tone; the tanned elf continued to have him wish for Wendel, even Minerva..almost.

Shaking his head as he returned his attention to Tommy, Phia, and Arya, asking sweetly under the assumption he was a child. “I do not think Sir Tommy here is as young as his small stature and youthful appearance seem, Sweet Phia.” Menzai spoke up softly as he approached slowly to stand across from where the ladies were, a step further than they so as not to overcrowd them. Then he gently lowered to his knees to make himself eye level, where he stared at Tommy for a long moment, pondering his questions. “Greetings, Sir Tommy, my name is Menzai, and I know these questions must be a lot. So I wish to only add two more that may answer some of the others.” A curious tilt of the head as his eyes searched his person. “Were you perhaps aboard the ship with us? And, do you have a peculiar shard lodged within you somewhere?”

By now Tommy had fully backed into the kneeling warforged, Menzai was sharp enough to clock the absurdity of a kid suddenly approaching this group of strangers in the pirate den. It might have taken longer if Thomas didn’t return the patchwork shirt this morning. The quality and style of his Stormreach clothes did not match the locals attire at all. But this was the moment he was working up to, he had to reveal his matching accessory but all their questions had fully taken Tommy's attention.

“um…” Tommy glanced up at the gem shard embedded in Bastion's chest. The hand he just used to shake Bastion's rose in the air to point at the center of his armor.

“That?” He looked back at Menzai waiting for confirmation. Bastion looked down at the fragment that had implanted itself into the sin on his chest.

Menzai’s eyes followed the small one backing away towards the kneeling Bastion, a slight frowning crease of the brow, concerned he may have come across a bit too intensely. The wolf looked up to the warforged’s shard pointed out by Tommy and gave a simple nod. “ Yes, have you seen such a shard before then?” He inquired a little more.

Meiyu had remained silent after her little “allergy attack”, her arms crossed as her golden eyes flicked between the group. She agreed with Malik—the clock was ticking, and they didn't have time to play babysitter in the dirt. But watching the "child" finally reveal himself slowly was all too entertaining.

She took a slow step forward, her smirk returning as she looked directly at Tommy.

“So curious, yes?” Meiyu purred, her voice a smooth, dangerous vibration. “I mean, he certainly didn't tail us all this time just to stare at the iron giant. Go on, Little Fox. I'm curious to finally hear your little story. That way we can get back to the matter at hand.”

The serpent finally spilled the beans, he figured it was possible but now they all knew he was their unknown shadow she spotted the night before. Or was it before that? With her it was anyone’s guess.

“I… uh… think.. ” Tommy struggled to find his words, their impatience was growing on their faces only suppressed his ability to talk unabated. Nerves took hold with Phia and Arya still so close and now Meiyu had joined Corin and Menzai in staring him down for the answer.

Tommy turned his head to face each one of them in turn realizing that he had gotten himself surrounded. His knees turned in leaving him stood awkwardly between the small crowd. Even with Malik walking away in dismissal of him did nothing to ease his nerves.

Finally his eyes settled onto the hooded face of Arya, the nights sky reflected on her skin reminding him of home. For a moment he felt like he was back home watching stars from the roof of Gideon's house. He reached up to rub at the back of his neck, partly to soothe himself but also looking for the gems resting place in tandem.

His fingers brushed along his hair quickly making contact with the gems uneven surface, his gaze snapped to Menzai wide eyed like he just had a realization. Though he would not disclose that it was because he forgot where the gem had embedded itself the day before.

Sliding his hand up from his neck to the hairline he lifted the hair behind his left ear exposing the skin beneath. As his head turned right the sun bounced off the jagged gem shard that laid obscured behind his hair the whole time. Bastion stooped down to look at the boy’s fragment closely before peering down at his own chest to compare. Though he said nothing as Tommy spoke once more.

”I can’t see it, does it look like his?”

Tommy stood still knock kneed with a scrunched face and furrowed brow almost like he didn’t know if he wanted the answer or not. He shut his eyes tight as he waited for anyone to say anything.

Meiyu found herself only smirking further as her eyes caught that gem. At that point, she didn't need to wait around any longer. “That's my good little fox. Welcome aboard.” She said, surprisingly gently, as she walked past him and gave a brief pat on his head, following after Malik.



Tommy flinched under Meiyu's touch, expecting something far worse than a pat on the head. As he watched her walk he felt a little disappointed their little game of hide and seek ended so soon.

Phia inched closer on her toes and craned her neck until she caught sight of it: a jagged sapphire gem, just a few inches before his ear. For a few seconds, she watched it glimmer beneath the morning sun, then her smile faltered.

Her brows knit together as the prince’s words echoed in her ear. She inched back in quick little movements so that she was positioned right before him once more. As she looked down at the small boy, a memory almost rose from the trenches of her mind, as it always did, only to fall back beneath the surface. All she managed to catch this time was the distant laughter of a child and a flash of a blurry face.

“It does.” Phia confirmed finally after some thought. Then she slowly reached out to offer her hand to take. “ … Would you like me to get you something to eat, Tommy?”

“Tsk! Bring the boy along or leave him!” Malik had stopped his advance, completely puzzled as to what was holding the others up. “We do not have the time to gawk in the streets while we still require preparations.” He folded his arms over his chest, not leaving any doubt of whether or not he was scolding them.

Menzai had watched as Tommy looked to each of them, awkwardly hesitating as if wrestling with whether to answer or not. The way he paused, gazing at Arya’s starry sky-speckled face, had been curious, seeming entranced for a moment, then with a small brush of short-brown hair, revealed a shard embedded in the back of his neck.

There had been a saddened crease of Menzai's brows, having his suspicions confirmed, though such a fact sat poorly with him. The wolf did not like the thought of one as young and sweet as Tommy to be stuck carrying one, unknown as their capabilities or purpose still were. His gaze turned to Meiyu, concerned and irked at the fact that they had been tailed, with it going past his notice. A sign he needed to hone his senses further, but taking in Tommy’s appearance; found he could not blame him for not approaching them. Whether it be that he found them intimidating or unable to find the time with how rushed the group had been of late, so he saw no need to be angry at the small one.

Instead, he found his temper directed towards Malik, who had chosen to bluntly suggest they hurry up with his continued tactless lack of manners. With a gentle push of his knee, Menzai stood up, turning partially towards the tanned elf. “ Malik, I would advise you to learn some patience and manners the next time you speak. I will not tolerate such rudeness any further.” He snapped with an aimed soft scowl his way, then his features softened once more as he returned to the group, where he found Phia sweetly trying to comfort Tommy.

Menzai let out a wistful sigh. “Though I am averse to admitting his words hold truths. Still, it would do no good to rush too hastily as well lest we forget anything we may need. And, as for Sir Tommy..” Lowering his gaze to the small one, his nose wrinkling, a part of him had found it difficult to remain so close for the reason he preferred not to say. To protect Tommy’s dignity, the wolf walked up to the halfling, the effort bringing a sting to his eyes following the briefest whiff he could afford, and gingerly placed a clawed hand on his shoulder.

“Sir Tommy, it seems you had a rather difficult night, as we did. I intend to take a moment to bathe, as the chance has slipped me. I would ask you to join me, while the rest can handle the shopping.” He had spoken kindly, yet his tone and slight tightening of his claws on the shoulders hinted it as a request, one that was not up to debate.



From behind the group, Corin had finally spoken up. From Malik’s assured rushing of the plan to the group's curiosity over this newfound companion of theirs. ”For someone who is trying to leave you sure have a lot to add to the conversation.” Turning back to address Malik. “We all know you can’t go to the island alone. So you’re stuck with the rest of us. You can go sulk in some far off area until we’re done, but rest assured we’ll make it on time.”

“And you. Tommy. I like the innocent game you’re playing here. But I think it’s time we addressed the obvious. How does an orphaned child make it all the way out here without being killed about a dozen times over? Either you’re a real good sneak, or you are the luckiest son of a bitch I’ve ever seen.” It would seem the group would potentially be splitting into two groups, and to not hold them up any longer, he proposed a middle ground. “We only have like, what, 3 hours? So let’s talk a little on the move. You can bathe with the wolf if you want, but I think it’s important we at least collect the…individual and move along since we are on a bit of a time crunch.” The group was ready to start moving again, but Tommy still had much to process.

He had taken Phia's hand accepting her offer, despite having actually eaten he knew they still had not. Then there was Menzai who had placed his hand upon Tommy’s shoulder suggesting that a bath was in his near future. The prospect of meeting them and ending up in a revealing situation was a thought that took him off guard.

Then, if that had not been enough, before Tommy could protest, the quiet knight spoke up from behind the others asking about the time left before the boat would be taking them to dangerous waters. Although Tommy could not help himself on the time remaining.

“I thought it was two hours?” Tommy asked with his head cocked in confusion.

He felt Menzai's gaze on him, his suggestion seeming more heavy handed than before.

“Do… I have to? Can it wait?”

Slowly, Bastion rose from his kneeled position, the motion careful so as to not crowd the boy who had backed into him. When he stood, he did not step away. Instead, he remained where he was, a quiet wall of metal and blue light at Tommy’s back.

“They will not force you, little friend. I will not let them.” The Warforged declared as he reached down to take Tommy in his hands and gently lifted him up, placing him atop his broad shoulders. “Though I agree that a bath and a meal would be a good idea for a young organic like yourself, it shall be your decision and no one else’s. But one thing is for certain… We are running out of time. Like others have suggested, we need to keep moving.” Bastion gave Tommy’s leg a reassuring pat as he stepped forward. “Hold on tight. I shall be your loyal steed for this journey.”



He wondered if it was Menzai or Phias hand that would end up taking him for his fated cleansing. It was not the bath that bothered him, it was what they would see beneath his gear and clothes that gave him pause. Several questions were sure to be asked that he was not quite ready to answer.

Before either could decide Bastion placed his hands under armpits lifting him before he would process the chunks of metal now gripping him from both sides.

“EH!?... Whoa… Hey!” Tommy’s voice cracked as he squeaked out small protests as Bastion placed the small boy on his shoulders before beginning to move forward. Despite the smooth stride Tommy still gripped Bastion's armor like he was aboard a ship being tossed in a storm.

“Fine… I’ll take the bath.”

Tommy relented, figuring if they would be together for a while they would see eventually.

The group split up to pursue their separate goals during the dwindling downtime. Completing the prince's task would guarantee safety of those still aboard the ship as well as the means for all of them to leave the principalities. With one more member wearing the fated gems they moved forward to prepare for their journey to the island even the pirates dared not approach.

And still, the boy felt uneasy. As if something was missing.
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A farewell to isolation.




Thomas wakes as the horizon shifts from speckled night to creeping grey. The darkness wanes ever so slightly as he frees his face and eyes of dirt and dust deposits gifted by the night's winds. Despite the stirring of the tavern below long into the night, he found the cool ocean air soothing enough to drift for a few hours.

Rather than dreams of distant lands or exciting adventure which a younger Thomas once came to expect when he gave into the embrace of a soft bed. The dark of night brought memories forth in place of whimsy and fantasy. His mind bounced between the family he once cherished and the friend that left only a note in his place, anything sweet to dull the sting of knowing that chapter has concluded. At least long enough to stave off remembering months of hiding out in the jungles of Xen'drik evading a foe that laid claim to everything he had left.

But on this night his mind did not seem intent on assaulting him with unpleasant recollections, despite being stranded in hostile territory Thomas was surprisingly at ease. Neither Saxton or his hounds were here, that much he was sure of. Without allies a meeting with him would spell a swift end; the thought dredged up the last meeting of Thomas and Count Saxton, his final words both promise and threat.

”You’re free to go, as long as neither I nor my guards ever lay eyes on you again. But, that’s if you survive the fall.”


Thomas shakes himself awake unsure if the cool breeze or the words ringing his ears sent the shiver up his spine. The tavern below sat still in stark contrast from the night before. The once loud and jovial sounds have fallen silent as the night's patrons either found their way to beds or remain seated having well exceeded their constitution before last call. Rather than wait for the group to rise, the patchwork shirt that found itself a place as a makeshift pillow needed to be returned to its owner. It does not take Thomas long to retrace his steps and return to the clothes line where the shirt was found, a relief to see that it is returned. Gently he dusts off the stolen goods and hangs it back where it was found the day before.



The alleys of Port Verge remain quiet in the early hours, some dwellings have begun to stir but nothing of concern to Thomas as he saunters his way back to the tavern. Despite the shanty not providing many opportunities for needs to be filled on a budget, it does have its moments. Before Thomas lay a disheveled pirate slumped up against a crate, an empty bottle grasped firmly despite having been out cold for what must have been several hours. A deck of cards is scattered around and dice sit still next to a half eaten dinner and enough bottles for a small gathering. Thomas glanced over the plate and bottles relieved he would not have to go without sustenance for the morning. While he salivated at the chance to line his stomach a protrusion in the pirate's coat caught his eye. Lifting the coat reveals a moderately sized leather pouch that jingles when touched.

"You either had a really good night, or a very shit one. Let’s find out."




Thomas braced the pouch slithering his tiny halfling hand into the opening, in one swift silent motion it yielded twelve gold pieces. Despite knowing he could relieve this man of all his coin, he did not elect to take the whole pouch. Although, in his condition this man would not know he's been robbed for at least a few more hours.

Thomas turned his attention to the plate of food, despite being left to the elements it retained the aroma of a delicious tavern seafood meal. Rather than risk the sound of utensils rousing the pirate, he quickly scooped food into his hand. A few mouthfuls deep the rice and fish dried by the open air wore against his throat sticking to the walls as if to scorn his theft. The array of half empty bottles offered some respite, but the contents presented another issue. Whether it be human, elvish, or dwarven brew; even small amounts of alcohol would hinder Thomas for several hours. Gerson's personal brew was strong enough to remove a barbarian from the general population; it alone was responsible for enough trouble in the past.

Thomas scanned the bottles hoping at least one of last night's participants had left something that wasn’t also effective in sterilizing a wound. The first two bottles both stung as he brought the lip of each to his nose. The third however contained a wine so weak it was likely the cheapest available. Regardless, even just a few sips washed the food down as desired. With the plate mostly stripped clean and a belly full he figured it best to make himself scarce lest the pirate awaken prematurely. With a swift turn and face Thomas treks back down the alley turning a corner to return to his post.

A few seconds pass before he turns back, returning to the scene, a hand thrusts into the pirate's coat with surgical precision, returning with the now liberated coin pouch.

"Seems the night treated you well sir, but all good things must come to an end."


Thomas mused to himself, staring at the now coinless drunkard. Doubling back he stands before the patchwork shirt now heavier with the coin pouch weighing down its pocket. With moral compass satisfied the halfling thief returns down the slowly brightening alleys to await the rousing of the others.

The sheet metal of the tavern roof digs into Thomas as he perches near an opening in the roof allowing him to peer down into the still quiet dining area. Obscured from anyone entering the tavern he sat patiently until either the group came into view or the pirates captain came to collect his prey, which by the end of day may include himself as well. The wait was not long, before the sun had even fully risen the faint but familiar sound of Beckett can be heard from the main street. Before long Thomas can see him flanked by the same woman and Orc from the day prior. Beckett does not make it hard to spot him, he enters the tavern and starts audibly flirting with the barkeep in a single stride.

A hard thunk of Bastions foot diverts his attention to the stairs, one by one the group of gem holders descend the stairs. Beckett did not give them time to collect themselves or even the decency of allowing them a bite to eat.

“There you are… The Prince is expecting you.”


He spoke calm but clear, this was an order not a request or statement. Leaving no room for negotiation or protest, Beckett leads everyone out of the Tavern and down the street. The port rises with the sun, the quiet of early dawn dies and gives way to the humdrum of daily life in the shanty. Fortunately for Thomas the group seems to have all the passerbys fixated on them, he tails the group from behind roughly ten paces. Despite being in the open the port dwellers do not notice the group's shadow, but one outlier stands out. The snake is an observant one, a subtle cocking of the head is enough for him to know he's been made once again. She waited until they were about to breach the gates leading to the Prince's domicile.



”Hello again, Little Fox.” Meiyu’s whisper occupying the back of his mind, not that he needed the confirmation but it was somewhat reassuring that she was observing her surroundings. The keep was massive for a ramshackle construction, it looked even less sturdy than the shanty town as if the word “moderation” is absent from the pirates vocabulary.

“Are you going to be my guardian angel today? Or are you just waiting for the leftovers?”


Thomas smirked at the comment, while he knew what she meant, the events of his morning made the statement unintentionally ironic. He was not proud of how he got his meal, but between the two of them one actually had breakfast. The iron doors began to shut threatening to cut Thomas off from the group and prince. He knew there was no particular need to lay eyes on the Prince but a need to know what the prince would say. However in the event everything started to go to shit, the gem that hummed behind his ear might be his only ticket to some security.

The iron doors while the main thoroughfare for the keep were not the only option if you had the skills and an eye for infiltration. The make do design of the keep had holes and gaps which were exploitable. The guards at the doors and walls kept their eyes on the passing group which presented ample opportunity for covert ingress. Thomas watched how the guards around the walls patrolled but the early morning sun cascaded over the walls and towers of mismatched metal, stone, and ship parts leaving shadows to dance in. It did not take long for him to identify an opening, several guards stood facing the gate whispering between each other, it was child's play to slip over the wall and past them. The inner yard was not much better, while guards did patrol on the ground as well, refuse of unused building scraps littered the ground and sat in piles giving ample opportunities for cover. An upper floor stained glass window shimmers off the rising sun, the walls part stone but a ship hull makes up the roof like it has capsized mid air. As likely a place as any for the master to perch themselves.

By the time Thomas had found his way up the walls he could barely make out the conversation that was already well underway. An open balcony was available to get eyes into the room but offered little in terms of concealment from the patrolling guards. The warforged Bastion spoke asThomas finally got to listen into the room through a loose stone he found in the wall.



”I will not be your property, child, and you will not bring harm to my companions… Or war it shall be again.”


The tone of the room was rancid, Bastion was making a stand. Thomas had not considered the possibility that this meeting could turn hostile so fast.

"They either pissed off the prince, or the prince pissed them off."


A familiar voice spoke up next, odd to Thomas as up until now he had only heard this voice appear in his head.

”Meiyu”

“And if I am property, I hope you are a careful owner. I have a habit of outlasting my masters, and I’ve noticed that even the sturdiest thrones are built from the bones of things that thought they were invincible.”

“,you might find I’m the one leading you to the bottom of the sea…deep, cold, and breathless.”


Thomas was taken aback by her words and tone, after hearing her speak for a third time he settled on the notion that anything she says can be taken as a joke, threat, and seduction simultaneously. Although he was not sure if she had the capacity for joking, at least he should not assume so if he wanted to live long.

Various voices of the group spoke in turn, some mediating while others stood defiant.
The prince let out a laugh, a genuine expression that his audience had amused him. As the conversation continued Thomas got a fairly complete idea of the situation, the prince had been testing the group's resolve, for reward he had provided his in kind. Complete the task to return his missing cargo and the ship will be repaired. Or refuse and face the wrath of the prince and his men. An ultimatum masquerading as a choice, more or less what he expected of pirate society.

If that was all this situation had to offer this might be considered a simple endeavor, but the longer the discussion went on a new problem was making itself known. “Malik” they kept saying the name, one that did not arise during Tommy's eavesdropping from the tavern's roof. Running through the roster in his head and listening to the voices all male members should be accounted for, but this one was new. Thomas pondered between listening to the prince and the group, escalations growing as each voice poured into the fray. With one notable exception, the feline Minerva was not speaking. Every encounter he had with her yesterday suggested she should have been the first to speak and likely to voice herself often, and yet not a word of any volume could be heard. A noticeable anxiety set in as he recalled the group traveling from the tavern to the keep, he had not seen her at all, she was not with them! This revelation, while peculiar, would have to be addressed later, for now he just had to wait for the meeting to end.

The prince had set his price for our escape, it seems an exit from the Principalities will remain out of reach for quite some time. At the very least Thomas feels relieved the prince has at least offered the means to repair the ship. Hearing the prospect of getting everyone out of this awful place he noticed over the last day he had spared no thoughts for the passengers also stranded on the shore. Despite his reservations about risking his own neck for those whose minds are only concerned with amassing wealth, the crew and innocent children stranded began to weigh on Thomas. In the midst of his contemplation the prince brought him back with a loud command.

“Get the fuck out of my throne room!”


Thomas hears the prince followed by the opening of doors inside indicating the meeting was over, quickly he scouts the grounds around the keep, isolating a path and timing to execute an exodus. If there was a better time he could not think of it, no more vetting would bring him any peace. It was time to introduce himself to the others and start figuring out what the hell these gem shards are doing stuck to them. He did not assume they had much to offer in way of information but together they might in time be able to uncover the nature and meaning of the gems.

Even with the group being in the keep the outer guards were sloppy in their coverage, some opting to stare off into the middle distance over scanning their surroundings. Thomas mused that despite the continent difference, some things seem to be consistent when it comes to people and their duties as he slips back over the keeps wall unnoticed. Outside the keep Thomas retraced the path he and the group were led through by Beckett, out of sight of the iron gates that would soon release his new potential allies he takes up post in a quiet spot to watch for the group to cross his path.

There was no escaping the Yuan-ti woman. Meiyu was already well aware of his antics, at least so far she has not taken any overt action against Thomas. Although he has no way of knowing if she had alerted the others to an interloper, figuring that they might be more at ease if they met someone less suspicious. With a deep sigh to calm himself.

"In that case."




”Hopefully they take to me well enough.”

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The usual suspect.


"I see you, little fox." There was no question, Tommy was caught. The moment eyes of gold and emerald crossed a shiver ran neck to toe. Tommy was caught off guard by the whisper in his mind but not surprised she was the one that picked him out of the darkness. After all, game recognizes game.

"Of course it was you, Meiyu." Tommy whispered so quiet it barely registered as a footnote on the breeze. While the sudden message stirred his anxiety, the Yuan-ti’s message carried no hostility or malice, her smirk conveyed as much. It reminded him of how Anderl would call Thomas out during his training. "By the way I can see you bud." Before lecturing him on the ways of stealth.

Thanks to the feline's role call Tommy more or less knows the names of the group now. Thanks to Bastion's fall, Meiyu's message went through unnoticed, as well as brought the ladies at the bar within his line of sight. With the forest girl Phia rejoining the table with the tiefling of night his anxiety began to wane although it vexes Tommy that nobody has said her name aloud within earshot. The noise of the drunkards is proving more and more difficult to cut through as the night goes on.

"Whatever, I’m going to have to darken their path at some point." Tommy thought, resolving to make an appearance tomorrow.

Meiyu’s voice broke Tommy’s out of thought.

"These shards chose us—a handful of survivors out of hundreds."
"We weren't just hit by debris; we were claimed."

She expounded to the gem armored man Corin, something he said riled her up. While she keeps a neutral expression her words carry a tail of agitation. As she relaxed in her seat, so did Tommy, her words said just as much as what she didn’t say. This group knows more about these shards than he does, which updates Tommy’s objectives.

Meet with the other gem holders, get the full story of the gems and, the airships fall.

Meiyu words caused a memory to stir within Tommy.

"You may not yet fall still, another thread of fate has claimed you."

For the first time in months, a spark of life ignites within Thomas. Something to spur him towards instead of something to flee. He rests against the roof in quiet contemplation as he tries to quiet the maelstrom in his mind.

"Sigh... I should return that shirt."

In Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay







The Recap Episode (Pt 2)


Tommy prepared himself to venture the streets and alleys, ready to meld into the cacophony. Despite the town's small size there are several nooks and crannies are available to obscure himself if trouble comes his way. Never a stranger to getting into or out of petty squabbles, the ports confined nature means any altercation could come back in force later if caution is not taken.

Main goals: Gather information and scout possible ways to leave this place, acquire more coin to secure food and passage, and find out why that Warforged has the same gem on its chest. Easier said than done, even with Tommy as a disguise these port dwellers might recognize a new face if he lingers too long or makes too much of a scene. People usually overlook the antics of a child but there is a limit, keeping between those lines is a Tommy specialty.

Observing the locals is an easy task, take in cadence and habits, adopt, and execute. Relevant information does not take long to cross Tommy's path, a few local children knock over a food merchants display. Among the cursing and hurling of threats from the street merchant, the kids scurry away with laughs and cheers despite the jeering of passerby's. Entertaining as the antics of children may be, their presence did give up something critical Tommy overlooked, his clothes were too clean and well made to blend in effectively. Even if he dirtied his shirt and pants that would not make up for the bags and gear.

"Still too noticeable." Tommy muttered under his breath. Sitting here would grant him no progress, he knows he has to keep moving if he wants answers. The chaos of the children's altercation has died down and the streets momentarily focus on the aftermath. Tommy slips out from the brush into an empty alley.



The alleys of Port Verge sell a vivid picture of poverty and destitution. The shanty itself being a patchwork of mismatched building materials gave a strong impression, but an underbelly often finds itself unwashed. Before Tommy lies rows and columns of filth and desperation. Dirt, waste, broken shards of wood and glass litter the ground. As if tragedy itself came in layers, a sight Tommy knows all too well. Tommy's boots treaded fast but cautious in search of anything that might improve his odds of blending in. A few gruff men cross the alleys ahead deep in conversation, Tommy ducks around a corner before the men can get a chance to spot him. Thomas was lucky enough to avoid the pirates when he entered the island but getting caught alone by anyone associated with Beckett would likely become a problem very quickly. As Tommy watched them pass he took note of a short sword sheathed at the mans waist, the other carried a mace tucked into the belt. Tommy could not be certain if they did work under the Prince or Beckett but better safe than sorry. After a moment the alleys were clear of unwanted eyes, Tommy took a moment to breathe.

The ports buildings are not laid out like Tommy was used to in the established city he once roamed. The alleys do not run in even straight lines, often it is difficult to find line of sight to the main road. Several times he finds himself at a dead-end, after an hour of skulking Tommy finds something useful. A patchwork shirt that appears old and stretched. The shirt looks to be handed down but on its last leg, years of repairs tell a tale of generational poverty. Despite being made for a human teenager it fits Tommy well, covering most of his well kept clothing and gear. A solemn feeling washes over Tommy, taking something like this may seem small to some but the people here seem to have so little that taking it felt like he was stealing from a beggar. Alas nothing short of leaving the shirt behind would compensate for the act. A bitter taste lingers as Tommy makes his way to the main road. "Stealing should always be done for good reasons and from those who have more than they need." Tommy muttered under his breath like he was repeating it from an old memory. Tommy moved to unite with the crowd under the light of the shining sun. The memories come and go but one stays at the forefront as if to grant Tommy comfort. "Anderl, what would you do?" Anxious, Tommy wipes his eyes and after months of running lets the world see his face.

Tommy would say his anxiety was under control, but stepping into the street he felt his heartbeat in his ears. The presence of pirates was staggering, Tommy wanted to dive back into the alleys with haste at the sight. The eyes gazed upon the pirates but Tommy's mind saw the guards of Stormreach looking to collect the bounty. For a moment the cold stone of Stormreach spread over the dirt streets of Port Verge and the shanty buildings turned stone and wood. Tommy wanted to flee, his blood ran cold screaming through his veins as if a great flood was let to run rampant. Only for a moment but as quickly as the visions came, they passed. Tommy had no idea if these pirates were as dangerous as the Bludhounds, but the dangers here were not looking for him. He wished this revelation calmed his mind and body, while the raging blood has started to calm his mind but still felt a lingering unease. It has been more than an hour since the Warforged was last in his sight. Tommy felt an urge to get the fellow ship passenger back into his sight.

"Gasp" A sharp pain nearly forces Tommy to the ground. Shuffling off to a less traveled spot he took a moment to catch himself. It does not take long to recognize the familiar sting, he had not eaten for several days. With the stress of the crash fading Tommy's other necessities were screaming for attention. “Some food might do me right.” The hunger pains were not constant but the initial sting was not something to be ignored. The wind wafts a scent of seared fish and meat along the street, despite the heat of the day warm food feels right to unburden a weary mind and body. Walking slowly it only takes him a few minutes to find a stall offering something hot and affordable, “The Salty Squid Skillet.”

A tall half-orc stands at the grill tossing squid and vegetables across the flame soaked pan, her tusks peering as she works the grill. A halfling's stature does not quite clear the counter of the stall, rather than standing out of sight Tommy steps around the stall to get the cooks attention.

"Um, scuse me miss?" Tommy's voice soft like a lullaby reaches out to the half-orc over the sizzling of the pan. Despite thinking it would take several attempts to get her attention, the woman pauses for a moment and spares a glance towards Tommy.

“Sorry kid, you’re cute and all but coin for food.”

"Kay, can I have a Kraken stew and a Tide tea please?"

After a drawn silence between Tommy and the woman she responds “Okay, that will be three coins kid.” Three gold, a tenth of all gold to his name. A big price to pay with no foreseeable coin coming his way, but staying hungry would be of no benefit. Three gold appear from under the cover of the patchwork shirt, reaching to the sky Tommy places the coin in a neat stack on the counter. Another moment crawls before a smile breaks across the half-orc's face, two tusks splitting the smile like a tall mountain breaks the clouds.

“Sure thing squirt! One tea and stew coming right up, don’t be going anywhere you hear? Mama Mara’s got you covered.”

A short nod from Tommy confirms he understands. Who in their right mind would spend the coin on food they intend to waste? He does not have the coin to squander on such games, but the twinge in his guts almost anchors him in place. Tommy kneels down to the ground and passes the time by drawing swords and bows in the dirt. Two loud thuds snap Tommy back to reality, the passage of time blurred as he waited but before he could address the sound two big hands scoop Tommy up by his armpits. In a flash he feels his butt hit the top of a stack of crates sitting on a makeshift tall chair letting him reach the counter where his food sat steaming. Usually the sensation of being handled like that would send Tommy into a panic, lucky for Mara he was too interested in filling his belly to protest. Mara returns to the stove keeping eye contact until Tommy takes his first bite.

The food is almost scalding hot, she must have moved the crates as soon as she plated the food. Despite the burning sensation the food is amazing, unsure if the flavor is a result of her craft or his appetite taking control. Mara must be satisfied since she has returned to the stove tossing what looks like eels into the smoking pan.

"Thank your miss Mara."

“Mara the Ironpan always takes care of her customers' squirt, you just let me know when you’re full. ” She huffed over the scream of the pan.

The stew settles his stomach assault, but it will take a bit for the food to fully put the issue to rest. While waiting for the meal to convince Tommy’s body it’s not in danger he nurses the tea to wash down the first hot meal he's had in over a month. Rhythmic taps echo off the makeshift chair as Tommy kicks his feet in instinctual satisfaction. Mara however did not seem satisfied with his demeanor, with the swiftness and grace expected of those with elven blood gets face to face with Tommy. “You full or not squirt?” The sudden aggression almost shocks Tommy off his seat, her expression twisted to a scowl.

"Sorry, I’ll just go-" “I ain't asking if you’re done, I’m asking if you're full. Growing boys don't need to be going hungry. ” Tommy’s silence was all the answer she needed before pulling out something wrapped in steamed leaves.

“This didn’t turn out right, take it and beat it before people think I’m a charity.” Her tone and look says it all, she needs Tommy to scram. After chugging the tea Tommy hops down and stuffs the wrapped item into his pouch. She was so pleasant when he paid but now her demeanor has flipped. It does not feel right to Tommy to not thank her but something tells him that putting distance between him and her is the right call. No pleasantries, no goodbye, and no kind words Tommy mixes back into the crown. After a while he peaks back and sees three pirates arguing with Mara at the stall. She didn’t want him caught up in whatever they were up to. A final act of kindness she could not explain to a child.

A short distance away a commotion can be heard from a stall, never a dull moment in this town. Although whether or not that is a good or bad thing is yet to be determined. Peering into the Odds and Ends stall a Elven man lay on the ground flanked by a cackling feline woman and being pinned by the Yuan-ti woman. Of all the passengers to run into, why did it have to be the one that scares the living hell out of Tommy? The situation seems tense and has the potential to get worse." I am not touching that, best try elsewhere." Despite the chaos that seems to follow them Tommy felt relief seeing another passenger. The sensation is strange but Tommy does not deny he has relaxed after seeing a familiar face.

Tommy spent more time than he would have liked trying to track the Warforged and the fellow passengers. This usually was a faster job with a home field advantage, not willing to risk exposing himself to the pirates at this juncture he often found himself ducking behind anything to keep himself obscured. With any luck anyone that did notice him would just assume this was the antics of a bored child with little to do. Any kind soul that wanted to check on Tommy would get the bug eyes and a quick excuse before he disappeared into the crowd or shadows with a giggle for flavor. A soft sensation squished under Tommys boot, a flower in the middle of this well traveled road was peculiar. Despite the oddity the flower shares its bed with grass and does not stand alone as it would seem an emissary of nature left a trail.

Sure enough after following the patches the shape and spacing is unmistakable, its footprints. When Beckett was lecturing the group and the Yuan-ti woman emerged there was a girl wrapped in leaf and vine, was this her doing? The thought itself was enough to lessen the maelstrom within his head, the longer Tommy scoured the port anxiety built like another weight holding him below water. The path did not stretch very far before someone else caught his attention.

“Bastion! Come to mama! We have much to discuss, my second-in-command.”

Uh oh. The loud feline's voice echoes out of “The Krakens Wake.” Tommy steps around the outside of the door to scan the tavern's patrons, finally the bronze giant appears. Around him the Teifling, Wolfman, Yuan-Ti, and leaf girl now in proper clothes are piling around a table off in the far corner. A man armored in gemstones and the elf that favors the ground have joined the group. Not all faces are familiar but the group Beckett took from the ship are all here, the odds of catching the Warforged alone has dwindled to near zero. But Tommy typically can’t just walk into a tavern, the barkeeps usually don't like unattended children in their business. The rum smell wafting out of the building might be enough to knock Tommy over.

Plan B it is. If he could not get a one on one he figures vetting the whole group would improve his chances of avoiding a less than ideal confrontation. Tommy slips around the tavern where less eyes can pry and take to the roof with a swiftness. It is quite fortunate the buildings here are not well made and do not muffle the sounds from inside, Tommy makes it to the corner where his targets sit and drink. It does not take long for something of importance to cross his ear.

”Do we all have the same stories from our little decorations? I might be a fan of gems, but these might be a touch too personal for my liking.”

“Oh, this is bigger than I thought.” The thought does not have time to settle before a loud creaking sound and impact so heavy it shook the building. A quick peek reveals the Warforged on the floor surrounded by what remains of a once well used dining chair. As funny as Tommy found the Warforged situation, he dared not laugh and give himself away.

Tommy sat on the roof listening to his fellow passengers drink and talk. As time goes on he unwraps the food Mara sent him off with, a mixture of uneven bread, mussels, and clams lay on the leaf. She was right that it did not turn out right, but even then it was pleasant to Tommy’s pallet.



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The Recap Episode


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.

”If I can just get to Khorvaire unnoticed, his men can’t follow me.” 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.

”If the ship's going down I don’t want to go down with it.” 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. whap Something impacts Thomas in the head.

His mind races. ”An arrow, a spell? Is this how I go out?”

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.

”No fucking way. Is he an Aasimar?” 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….

”Fuck it, the island it is.” 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.

”Time to change tactics.” 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.

"Hello I, *Cough* Hi I’m."


"Hello, I’m Tommy."


Incognito, Tommy melts into the busy shanty town.

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