Sigil

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

A touch busy with some work stuff at the moment, but I'm in agreement. If the El Camino is the only transportation available to them, it would make sense to utilize like that. Now the only problem is how to decide who gets shotgun.

The Legend of Zelda: Decedents of the Hero (OPEN)

Too late for crumpets and tea with a dozen or so armed sociopaths led by a guy who refuses to show his face, most likely.

I hope they have ice cream cake. It's just not a party without ice cream cake.

The Legend of Zelda: Decedents of the Hero (OPEN)

The interruption to the music could not be overlooked; one does not simply stop a good song, at least not so flippantly. Particularly when said song opened the first non-hostile interaction the interior of the Heroes' Guild Hall had seen since discussion began. Must be a personality trait common to outsiders.

He hoped that it was probably for the best. The lack of information thusfar was surprising. Back home, everything that was needed for a mission was organized, intelligence about an area or target passed along fluidly without need for speech. If something changed on the run, a few hand and facial gestures were returned with similar, passing along that which was required to make the mission work. Perhaps his own shortcomings in the regard of communication would be a greater hindrance than earlier anticipated.

Regardless, the slender Sheikah wanted to see where this led. So far, he had followed instinct and gut feelings to this place. Ego and pretentiousness of potential colleagues shouldn't keep him from sorting out the riddle to his existence.

Holding his arms out wide, violin in hand, he bowed to the Hylian(?) with the harp who had joined him. With graceful reverence for his instrument, the Sheikah youth nestled it into its case and tucked it back away.

The group was filing out now, the remaining ones, and he needed to get ready for a long trek. Again. A note of mild irritation crossed his face as he realized that, just an hour after reaching his destination, he needed to pack up and travel. Such was destiny, very likely. At the very least, he was becoming more familiar with the lands around Hyrule firsthand.

He hung back, hovering around the mounded table of food. Unsure as to when another opportunity to eat things he didn't kill himself, he hoarded a few choice goodies, preserved or preservable, into his pack and pockets. When fairly sure the group was far enough out, the young man scratched his coat three times, as if signaling.

From inside one of his exterior coat pockets, a tiny creature emerged. It was a fairy; a companion commonly associated with the Kokiri. This one kept her light dim, and her clothing dark. Different from most. She stretched her wings and buzzed around the thick, white hair of her charge before settling down on his shoulder. Were one to observe very carefully, one could see her dainty face mouthing words and twisted into an expression of annoyance, as if she were scolding him for something or another.

The Shadow Folk merely smiled an infectious, cheerful grin. He shouldered his pack, adjusted his blades, and took up his staff. Smoothly, he moved to follow the group, staying to the rear right flank of the procession. Tactical positioning, observant, maintaining a clean line of sight on three sides while making himself an unlikely first target.

The second before he exited the building, however, he made sure to grab the drumstick of a large bird and a fruit pastry.

You know, for the road.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Nah, that's one of his "retirement proficiencies". He's going to need all available slots to pay for developing martial arts techniques.

And thanks. Always did like classic Red Mage.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Trade secrets, tight-lipped. It is the prerogative of the Master of the Forge as well of the Master of the House within which Keystone was a guest. Making a mental note, until further information was made privy to the inquisitive pugilist, he would merely refer to it as Avar's Metal, and the finished product The Black Knuckles. Nice and simple.

"I forget m'self, Master Rocksteady," began Keystone, "Whilst I'm under your roof, the meal'l be called Ale, sir. I'll be having tea with my Ale, if you'll not mind, and turnover cakes all around."

Quite looking forward to his day's labors in the kitchen, Keystone was kicked in the guts by the sudden appearance of Kaylee back in his mind, with obvious distress. Suspicions had arisen concerning the nature of his visitor, the fact that she alternated using a child's voice was both heart-tugging and frightening; his nature was to be protective (if not always kind), but being the object of manipulation by an unknown entity did make him anxious.

Keystone spoke inside of his mind, as he was accustomed when dealing with tagalong spirits, "Little Kaylee, you know I ain't magefolk. I've got tricks, mind you, but nothing that could bother the likes of you. Got half a plan of something to do, but if you could tell me what you need it'd be a help. Soon as I'm able, I'll see what I can 'bout what happened."

Keystone strode inside, dressed, and proceeded to the kitchen. Seems he had been spending a good number of hours in that room lately, plying a craft that he rarely found time to indulge anymore. He wasn't purely a wall of muscle, built to continually slam his fists into things that required his percussive attention; Keystone had a soul of an artist, deep down. Or at least a craftsman.

True to his word, he started with the bread pudding. He whisked together a cold anglaise and began crushing stale bread crusts and pastries into it until it was sufficiently thick and chunky, and set the whole mess into the oven. He then began preparations for crusty brown bread and a pot of beans with aromatics and pork. When a stopping point, or at least a slowing point was reached, Keystone looked to Saran. For the first time that day, they were alone. He got straight to the point.

"A lady's got reasons for keeping her own company in the evenings, little of my business. If'n you feel like sharing, that's fine as well. Not what needs talking about. I've got to know: The spirit what squats in the dusty tenement of my brain - you make it leave my head and retreat back into the sword. How d'you do it? Is there something you know that I need to?"

He heaved a sigh, and punched his bread dough back down, covered, and continued, "Look, that business aside, it's been just lovely knowing you. No matter what arises hereafter, I 'preciate the hell outta the past two days."

Not wanting to get in the way of business, especially on a work day abbreviated by rain, Keystone did as he said he would, preparing meals and keeping the kitchen tidy between. Avar was personally served Afternoon Ale. It wasn't until the day's labors were done and everyone was sat around the table to a meal of Crispy Roasted Ducks with Oat Muffins and a bountiful harvest of Baked Sugar Yams that Keystone began speaking seriously.

"Right, this mystery began (for me, anyhow) in Two Stars, back up the Way a piece. Now, it got destroyed. Wiped out. The big fella what almost did me in did the destroyin'. Turned the townsfolk into walking corpses what marched up the road and turned others into walking corpses. The town's bloody dead, or was a week ago."

"Now then, there were two wizards lived in Two Stars had a good idea what was going on with my drama, y'see. One of 'em got turned to stone. I pulled this ring..." Keystone set Reverin's Ring on the table, emphasizing his presentation, "...offa the evil bastich. The other'n, well, he was one of those walking dead guys I had to punch back to death in front of the Enclave couple days back. I can't very well ask either of them. These magey types, though, they like writing their studies down."

Keystone cleared his throat and passed the plate of muffins down to Tim before continuing, "My plan, at moment anyhow, is to go back there and collect what I can, if I can. But I don't know nothin' bout magic, or near enough to it. I'll need help. I aim on keeping what I can use, selling off the rest here, and splitting the profits from it 50/50 with you lot. I've got things I need before doing this, but, what's your thoughts?"

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

It's kind of funny you'd mention turning tea into ale in the IC. I've got one of those pre-packaged brewing kits (a gift), one of the first things I did with it was turn a batch of Sweet Tea into beer.

It was glorious. Absolutely inspired; one of the best ideas I've had in a very long time. Two gallons of moderate to strong, bitter and sweet, textured brown ale; the flavor was everything I remember from the culture of my upbringing - but with booze. The alcohol was smooth to hit and smooth to leave, blending organically with the black tea and notes of brown sugar, with just the right amount of carbonation. It was art. It was science mixed with a religious experience.

Problem being, Keystone doesn't have a home brewing kit. It'd be simple enough to make one with things found in the marketplace, provided he wouldn't also want to distill. If you'd be willing to cover that under a Cooking Proficiency, I'm up for it. Sadly though, I must recognize the fact that I know things my character does not, and vice versa. More's the pity.

The Legend of Zelda: Decedents of the Hero (OPEN)

The Sheikah youth looked about at his surroundings, confident at this time that all those who would arrive had arrived, and all those who would leave had left. An extended silence passed over the remaining sentients in the guild hall. Maybe they were waiting on something. Maybe they were merely sizing each other up. The uncomfortable stillness in the air amid people staring at each other was tangible.

Without drawing much attention to himself, the knife-covered kid buckled closed his long brown coat and produced a secure looking case. Opening the case, he withdrew an exquisitely crafted violin, set it to his chin, and drew a matching bow across its strings.

Sweet, soulful notes flew from the instrument, but only a few. It was the first handful of notes from the song associated with the old Legend of the Princess Zelda, played in a manner inspiring hope, the same way it was said to have been played when the Hero of Time was still a Hero.

With the first few notes still heavy in the air, the musician paused, bright red eyes twinkling above a cheerful smile. He looked expectantly at the others he noticed carrying musical instruments, and repeated the first notes of the song. In turn, he locked eyes with his potential bandmates. Again, slowly, deliberately - he drew his bow across his violin, producing the same epic notes, hoping his new comrades would catch on.

Music always seemed to bring people together back home, he hoped it would here as well.

Song

So it's not a violin. Sue me.

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

@The Kid Lantern
I'll take it, until you find someone more qualified. So long as we keep the momentum.

Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

Music poured out of the El Camino's vintage speakers as he finished the rough polish on his car's latest addition. Music quite foreign to El Sasquatcho's experience. He paused at the end of his efforts before the installation took place to stare incredulously into the vehicle, as if he could see the music that vexed him so. After a few seconds, he shrugged and retrieved a few tools.

"...strange, but at least it has the rhythm... Ok, my friends and teammates, here the deal. I have marked off the places where we are to make the attaching. Just line up the holes and, eh... attach. El Sasquatcho will need at least one of you to hold it in place (it is somewhat heavy), and at least one of you to quickly bolt in the, eh... well, the bolts."

The masked luchador walked around to the front of the vehicle, and in a cunning display of weight-bearing rebellion against gravity, lifted the front of the El Camino onto his shoulders, and slid it up to provide his heroic associates clear access to the front end and frame. The bullbars, vaguely reminiscent of a Chevy cow catcher attachment, lay matte black in the afternoon sun, waiting to be joined to the glory that is the 1970 Chevrolet El Camino SS LS6 Turbo, manual transmission, fully optioned street muscle utility vehicle.

"This is slightly more difficult than it looks. If you could make with the hurrying, El Sasquatcho would be most grateful."

Old-School AD&D, Forgotten Realms

@drewccapp
Faerun, specifically city of Telflamm at the present.