Feast of the Hunters Moon
Slaine slams the flask again. He had been meetin and greetin every wandering soul that had appeared in the recent month. Several were gawkers, folks of opportunity and city leeches come to find an easy profit but he sorted them quickly enough and sent them packing. More than a few of that persuasion hadn't abandoned thier invidual quests for one reason or another and had set up a sizable shanty town just beyond the base of the purple semi-transparent bubble that covered the city.
Makeshift buildings and thin smoke make up the bulk of the refugees "camp"
Slaine looks intently serious @Jeyelle holding a tight lipped scowl. And then burts out with bellowing laughter. Well ah guess I have then. We'll be havin a gatherin soon enough. I once knew some of the older Sun-gliders from yur side o the mountain. Yur talkin of the Trinity and that's exactly the kind o tale I would expect from a station as far flung as yours. Your tellin the truth
*winks* I always know bout that typo thang. (detect lie)
Your flock is more than welcome and any issue will be brought to your attention ov course. He holds his palm up and the tattoo there glows red and activates the portal hole thru the shield at ground or aviary levels and into the newly erected massive 3-story gate.
You and yours aim for that and pass in. Make yourselves comfortable and be lookin fer the messenger that"ll call ya to court. The last of the summoned are filterin in and things should be peakin in a day or so.
Tarn on the other hand spirals into the void gaining speed. His initial yell peters out. After another deep breathe he starts screaming in white knuckled fear again.
His yelling comically fades into an inquisitive yodel as he slows and begins being blown to the east as he gently falls the 100' back to earth.
Slaine notices the nerdy dude falling like a dry leaf. Rolling his eyes and sneering slightly he kicks the gargantuan avian into a diving bank and with 2-fingers snatches the musician up by the nape of his shirt. He circles back up and chucks the weaker man onto the cart from which he fell.
I'd bet a weeks worth o haggis that you skeever were NOT asked to partake in this upcoming war council. Yur gonna need ta wait it out with the other rif raff.
Tarn is still shaken from his amateur fail but tries to protest anyway. What! Not invited you claim?! Well maybe not in a combative capacity but! *he produces a scroll case and tosses it to the paralleled flying northman* but were supposed to be here in any case. Even Hero's need vittles and theatrical distractions.
Slaines expression says he disagrees. Where'd you get this. This sez it's issued to Amun Thyrm. *chuckles deeply and long* Only Thyrm I ever heard of tis Dominican Amun Thyrm of House Red Sun. I know you aint naw House-Patriarch witha war-jammer that rides onna storm.
I go by stage names and monikers mostly. Softly he offers, Alas, kind host, you will discover that my surname is in fact and honesty Thyrm.
Slaine gets a kick out of that and his chin goes skyward as he guffaws at the thought. Bwahahaha.......You? THYRM! The spelljamming pirate-king of a hundred worlds. Hahahaha, so where's yur jammer that rides on a storm then? Leave it in the smithy didja?
Tarn simply shifts his head and raises an eyebrow,
*Slaine's smile fades and his brow scrunches in question* Oi. Yer tellin the truth. Thet's odd. Hmmph. Fine then, yur in. This gives ya access ta foods and entertainments.
Well who am I to question the Trinity. So be it. Enter @yonder gate and seek the Crossraods Inn. Ask for Jarlosh. He'll get ya pointed in the right direction. I see ya have passes for a coupla more bodies. Should I assume it's gonna be the Duster and the Taur?
Tarn had pictured this going differently but he shrugged it off. Once they got in he could adjust things to their favor.
He looked back to the distant storm cloud and swallowed hard. So far so good. But he felt they should hurry. This Slaine character wasn't the one to spend their resources on. Seemed as if this "Trinity" might be the ones to butter up. He glanced @Baxter and Jett. He had a pretty good idea of how to get himself into the inner circle. Knowledge was always his biggest weapon and this Baxter fella had some pretty important notes.
Ayup, these will be my official consorts if you please. Mayhaps we'll see you inside?
Slaine gives them a wave and breaks off behind them. A far off cloud formation full of gnashing lightning had caught his eye.
Well if that's settled then we"ll be on our way.
I'll post again in a few days. Feel free to put up a small reply if you want or have time.