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Oh damn, sorry to hear about your laptop. Hopefully it'll get sorted soon, phone posting isn't the most pleasant thing out there.

You can trust us not to blow anything up! Whats the worst that can happen in company like this? Two humans, an aarakocra, a dragonborn, a kobold, and a dwarf? All in a bar together.


We don't have an aarakocra, but Caw appreciates that you mistook him for a race with flight capabilities.
That would actually work perfectly. It'd help explain why he underestimates the real danger out there too; having outmaneuvered some monsters already, he's feeling invincible and needs to venture further to get his next rush of 'drenaline. He'll be in for a rude awakening eventually, I'm sure. And I'm all for it.

I'll go ahead and make him the helmsman then, if I may. Will work on a CS today/tomorrow, got a solid idea now so it shouldn't take super long to finish.
Really good start
Posted! Hope I did that right.

Duncan does have a lighter, but in his current state, didn't think to use it yet. Once he hears something to indicate there are other people in the room, he'll whip it out for at least a little bit of extra light.

When Duncan first stirred, he didn't think much of the darkness - or the pain, for that matter. He'd found himself waking up with a throbbing head in the most curious of places before, so in his groggy state, he assumed he'd just had a few shots too many, again.

But with consciousness came increased unease. Duncan didn't really feel hungover, and as far as he could remember, he hadn't even been drinking. His latest memories were of basketball practice, and the start of a subsequent ride home. After that... yeah. That's where he was drawing a blank. He had no idea how the hell he'd ended up-- wherever this was. Some place without windows, he figured; it wouldn't be this dark otherwise. What, was he in a basement or something?

"Alright guys," he called out into the void, using the wall behind him to stand. As he did, he felt his foot hit something. His sports bag; he flung it over one shoulder, before looking around - not that it did much for him. "Which one of you did this?"

The darkness didn't answer, so Duncan continued in the same, lighthearted tone. "Justin? Caleb? Matthew, you son of a bitch, it was you, wasn't it? Did you knock me out or something? Jesus, dude."

There was no response; no Justin to slap him on the back, or Caleb to grin up at him, or Matthew to clutch at his sides for a prank well pulled. Just darkness, as far as the eye could see. Staring at it was starting to make Duncan feel disorientated - and slightly nervous. If this wasn't one of his friends' doing, then...

He pushed that thought away with the same motion he pushed himself off the wall. He could make out a tiny spec of light in the distance. Faint as it was, it was the only thing giving him some form of direction, so he started to slowly edge his way towards it, hands reflexively out-held.

There was some joke to be made about the whole 'don't go into the light' business here, but he forwent it in favour of calling out a third time.

"Right guys, you got me," though his tone was still calm, small tinges of worry shone through the cracks. He kind of needed this to be a prank, because none of the alternatives he could think of were any good. "Ha-ha, freaked me out good. Just turn some lights on, I'm gonna go blind here."

As the darkness remained stubbornly silent, Duncan sighed and resumed his slow advance, trying to feel his way across the room.
Planning on a younger guy who just wants to break away from his mundane life and chase some adventure and adrenaline. Probably underestimates the danger out there severely, at least at first. Until we run into an actual dragon and he turns out to be the one with the girliest scream.

Not sure about his position in the crew yet. I was thinking helmsman at first, but I'm not sure how realistic it'd be to hire a greenhorn to steer your boat. Unless he maybe has some street cred as having piloted some other vessels in the past exceptionally well (do they have airboat racing out there with some smaller vessels? Maybe he won a recent race and showed particular skill or something.)
When Sebastian had first offered him a chance to earn his keep, it had not occurred to Caw that he wouldn't be alone in his duty. The realization that he would be accompanied by a handful of strangers from all walks of life had made him anxious - but also filled to the brim with curiosity. There was a kobold and a dragonborn, both beings he had only seen on the pages of dusty books. Then there was Rhayela with her curious glow, bearing blood whose origins Caw could only guess at.

And though he had encountered dwarves before, Magdar was no less impressive a sight. The cleric was only a few inches taller than him, yet Caw felt just as small next to him as he did with the rest of the ensemble. Even the kobold, half his size as he was, commanded respect with the way he carried himself. Next to such a lot, what was Caw but a lowly scoundrel?

On the first few days, Caw had stuck as close to Sebastian as he'd dared. Stern as the man was, the young kenku had come to view him as somewhat of a benefactor, and had not missed the small acts of kindness the man had offered him. Even so, throughout the journey so far, Caw had hardly spoken.

He had listened, though; to Sebastian's stern warnings not to steal from his companions, to the crackle of a comforting camp fire come eve, to the sizzling of a meal well-cooked, to the rhythmic clack of hooves and the stable clink of armour. He'd listened, observed, memorized detail after detail of their journey so far. Some things he'd scribbled down onto his worn notebook, yet others he'd only stored within the confines of his mind, where he was sure none would be able to see them. A cautionary move from a cautionary bird.

But today, he felt a little more at ease. Perhaps it was the slower pace, or Sebastian's song, or the way Cassandra no longer stole glances at the trail behind them. Regardless, Caw soon caught himself taking in his surroundings with more vigor than usual. Having lived most of his life in the shadows of a distant port and the lonesome tower of an even more distant castle, even the most mundane scenery was a sight to behold to the kenku.

It was then that he caught a familiar sight in his peripheral vision. Rhayela drew closer, her eyes aglow with excitement. The first time she'd approached him, Caw had been startled, unable to offer her much else than a few shaky nods in response. The time after that, he'd been taken aback that she had not given up on him. And from then on, he'd looked forward to her approach, doing the best he could to muster up words in response. A few words more, each time.

He peered at the map she held up to him, following her finger to a small flower symbol. An orchard, she said?

"Lovely," Caw concurred in her own voice and tone, matching her enthusiasm in sound and sentiment. Just as fast, though, he added a far more uncertain: "... I think." It was a gruff voice, perhaps of someone much older.

An orchard and flower fields... try as he might, Caw could not conjure up a mental image of either. He lacked the imagination to do so; the art of creation drained from the blood of his kin long, long ago. It stung, just a little, but without some form of a description, even the most beautiful place remained but a word to him.

"Have... seen many?" Caw turned his beaded gaze from the map to the girl, head tilting strongly from one side to the other; a clear sign of curiosity. He admired her dedication to travel, and could easily believe she had seen everything the world had to offer. Certainly a lot of orchards. Perhaps with her aid, he could imagine one. His voice was pleasant and soft as he continued, the overheard inquiry of a noble lady: "What are they like?"

He gave a wary glance in the direction of the human twins, then lowered his voice. This time, most of the words he spoke must've been borrowed from a child, as they carried with them the childish mischief of a boy wanting to sneak out from under his parents' watchful eye. It was not Caw's intent; he meant after their duty was over, or perhaps if their path crossed close enough. "Think we able to go?"
Yes, to both. Hoping to finish tomorrow after work.

Edit: Done and posted~ Sorry for the wait, and hope I gave you enough to reply to, Eleven. I imagine Caw will get gradually more talkative as his courage and vocabulary increases, but he definitely appreciates having someone to interact with!

Also writing that post made me realize that-- since he mimics what he hears, the words he repeats are always in the tone he heard them in, too. So like... if he heard someone angrily shout "wait!" for example, even if he means to say it nicely to someone, it will have to come out similarly angry, ha. That'll be fun to play with.

Speaking of, I should make a list of the different voices he has at the moment, and their colour codes. I'll work on that soon. Ditto for the actual complete phrases he knows that we discussed, CollectorOfMyst.
Still here, yeah! I'll see about getting a post in either tomorrow (Mondays are super hectic for me though, so no promises) or at the very least Tuesday.
It's funny. We had four, added Eleven and now we are five.


I knew 4 + 11 was 5, cursed math teachers doubted me...

But yes, welcome!
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