Sigil

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"My ser..." began Keystone, taking a second to fully understand the situation. He faked a tickle in his throat and coughed lightly before continuing with the very well-dressed man in the very not-well-dressed environment. Saran tapped three fingers into his back. Must be a signal. "Yeah, I ain't got the time for this back n'forth cobyankery. I'm already going to be late, as it is. Twenty-five."

If Keystone read the signal correctly, he was going to allow himself to be talked up to 30 platinum coins, and be on their way. If he did not, a drawn out session of haggling was really not within the bounds of his temperament that morning. Perhaps allowing a touch of his anger to show would be helpful is assisting with the expedient end to the transaction.

***

It had been a while since the itinerant brawler had managed a horse. Even back then, he was no master rider. At least he knew which end was forward and he didn't embarrass himself mounting the animal. A number of shaky moments later, he was maneuvering the horse in (more or less) a straight line in accordance with his directional wishes. "...been a bit..." he grumbled absently to Saran's amusement.

The graveyard was larger than Keystone had imagined. Logic took over, reasoning that the main place of interment in a large trade city would likely be sizeable. Still, he had less of an idea where to look than Saran did. "The soldier what told me about this place mentioned "Hero's Honors". Aside from that, I haven't the slightest where to look."

Keystone located a soldier unburdened by body-lowering duties and moved to speak with him. He unmounted his horse and led it briskly by the reins, calling to the man as he approached. "Oi! Got a question there, if you could... Looking for where you lot buried my friend - an Half-Orc name of Raa, led the refugee militia on the walls. The detail carryin' him off says hero's burial. He'd be a Paladin, if that helps."

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Johnathon Keystone

Location: Yellow Rose Temple

Interacting With: Persephone, Yomdi

A rather perplexed look overtook Keystone. If not perplexed, so much, he felt an odd mixture of amusement and confusion. He felt like a child given permission to use a swear word, and began slapping his pockets to find something to hurl at the old man (that wasn't a knife, anyway). Noting Persephone's quite warranted hesitation, he offered to rationalize his mirth.

"Wouldn't worry, love. Learned one of my best techniques watchin' a Master go through a form and meditatin' on it afters." His voice raised slightly, ensuring that the elder Yomdi could hear clearly though still addressing his Sister of the Fist, "Besides, the good Master ain't the type what'd keep working folk away from a contract, I don't think."

Keystone's spot inventory of his pockets netted him a handful of largish, hard-hulled nuts he probably should have stocked with his provisions. Showing off a bit of manual dexterity, he moved three of them about in a circle in his left palm as if they were Shou meditation balls, and held another out to his companion with his right hand.

Gotta enjoy the little things as you can," he began, giving a genuine but boyish grin. "We might all snuff it tomorrow. Who knows, we may even learn something." In truth, he had hoped to find information at this place, maybe even supply more appropriately for the area. This was, at the very least, entertaining. And, if pressed to find a spot for meditation, Keystone remembered seeing a nice spot on the roof of the Crossed Swords just outside his window.

His left hand paused, adjusting to position one of the nuts between his index and middle finger. With a quick backhanded motion, he propelled it at the temple's Master. While it was highly unlikely to cause harm, Keystone's raw strength was enough to ensure that this quick beeline toss would certainly sting if it made connection with bare skin.

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@Luminosity

You didn't get a word in edgewise last time around with the crazy old guy. Would you care to lead this exchange?

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Wasn't he also Vigo the Butch?

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I sense a "Demolition Man" ending coming up...

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@Double

El Sasquatcho did act on Zero's suggestion. He tossed an Owl into the microwave and kicked off a short electrical fire. The smell of burnt feathers may take a bit to air out, though.

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Intestinal distress, dysentery, former Soviet bloc anarchists, poorly maintained rail system, avalanche/mudslides, insurmountable language barrier resulting in unwanted marriage, carnivorous sheep, Vigo the Destroyer, WINTER, wolves, lonely mountain men, vampires, currency exchange rates, lost luggage, Tom Hanks punching your tickets, and a lack of contact lens solution.

Justice League: Futures End

Maybe we should discuss Maxus-El's entrance. His bio has him shuffled into YJ after applying for the League, before he found out about Supes. I can flip his history a bit, if needed, or he can show up, having been given a provisional commission from long-distance.

Though, who would be left from the Justice League to vote on his membership? Eh, mere details.

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Johnathon Keystone

Location: Yellow Rose Temple

Interacting With: Persephone, Yomdi

To be fair, this wasn't the first time a seemingly crazy old man pulled him in close and whispered something cryptic that, only in hindsight, made sense.

He really hoped that was the case this time, as well. Keystone already had a pretty good handle on the whole breathing thing, having done so unaided between two and three decades thusfar. Now, if learning how to "breathe" in the manner prescribed by the elder temple master aided his endurance or deepened his state of awareness during meditation, that would be useful. If instead the itinerant brawler was to be made privy to the ancient and mystical art of nose whistling, that would be a different matter indeed.

From the look of their would-be teacher, it was even money either way.

Keystone looked sideways to Persephone, still in the grip of their frail looking but deceptively strong host, checking to see if she was alright and/or if this was a common practice for the region. Stifling back a belch, Keystone inquired with an uncertain voice, "Breathe, Master Yomdi? Reckon as I've got a handle on pushing air past my teeth, both directions; 'less you've got something new."

The burp made itself known, given escape from its esophagean Bastille by means of his vocalization. It rattled out with a lingering grarrrrrrp, echoing lightly off of the shiny marble flooring. While not versed in the finer points of etiquette in situations such as these, Keystone did, at least, have the common decency to blow it out of the side of his mouth, away from Yomdi.

"'Pologies, sir. Big meal, um... So, 'bout that breathing?"

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Well, he's a Sasquatch from Mexico (kinda), or at least among Mexicans. His nemesis would be a Chupacabra from Oregon.