Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=189#1888 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 1/23/2021 at 8:27 AM The centaur glares at the two of you. "I don't know what your bird just told you, but I'm perfectly fit to-" he ends abruptly as he falls, again. "Oh, fine!" he barks. "Fine. I screwed up, I admit it. Take the stupid ring, it's given me nothing but bad luck since I set eyes on it. I give you my word I won't take it again." Charisma successful, +1/2 charisma proficiency He tosses the ring at you, huffing with frustration. As soon as it touches you, you can sense its presence. It's not as chilling or disturbing as the last time you picked it up from its resting place, though. Just... there, twinkling in the firelight. Brazentalons looks indignant at your proposal to the centaur, but the stranger wears a neutral expression. He finally stands with your help, but is shaky on his hooves. "Is there a branch around I can use to walk?" he asks coldly.

"Well, we are in a forest, so probably...Just wait a sec, I'll get you a walking stick," I say to him.

"Brazentalons, would you mind making sure he doesn't fall again? I know you probably think bringing him along is a bad idea, but I don't want to just leave him here."

I put the small pick through the ring again before plopping it back in. Bringing out my hatchet, I look around for a branch that the centaur could use to support himself.

(Heh, no worries - Spork the orc will come to your aid!)

The orc gasps, an expression of shock on his face. He turns, slowly, to look at you.

"I. Had. An. Idea," he says triumphantly. "I think of what you tell me a 'bluff' means, and I make one myself! Elves only get in as prisoners, right? Then you be my prisoner! It based off truth, like you say. My old clan used to have you as prisoner, I used to be in that clan. We walk right through, they never suspect a thing."

He looks immensely proud of himself for coming up with an idea. "What you think?" he asks.

Numbat doesn't share your calmness. Cowed by the sight of the mighty creature, he dives behind you for cover.

The two phoenix are unreadable as they perch upon the frosty branch of a nearby tree. The hellhounds, however, show their sadness at seeing their friend go with their drooping ears. Crimson whines quietly: "He gave us hope, even through the terror of the smuggler's cart ride."

The adult pegasus dips its head as Shootingstar nears, nuzzling against the young one's side for a second. Suddenly it snorts and jerks its head away, casting a glare over in your group's direction.

Crimson tilts her head, then looks back at you. "It's his scent," she says, realisation on her face. "We were all in the one tent hours ago - he'll smell anything but a wild pegasus."

Pegasus are famed for being stubborn. It seems the end of Shootingstar's journey was just the beginning.

He nods. "I like your thinking," he says. "Let's go, then."

You wander around the 'Crossroads, looking for a suitable place to call home. You pass plenty of run-down shop fronts and streets, and there must be twice as many that are subject to booming business and trade - far too loud and crowded to be what you're looking for.

On the fringes of the city, though, the two of you come across a much less densely populated area. Its made up of a lot of green space, an occasional small market square or two, and an assortment of cottages and shacks. Where the area meets the edges of the built-up city there are bigger houses and a couple of inns overlooking the place and the vast grasslands beyond.

The ring turns... a sad colour. How you sense this is inexplicable, but the feeling can't be shaken even as it falls back into your pack.

The centaur quirks a brow at your comment to Brazentalons, but stays tactfully silent as your familiar's indignant look grows. The griffin nods reluctantly though, and helps the stranger to stand as you go off to find a branch.

Indeed, being in a forest makes the task simple. Some trees with low hanging boughs provide what you're looking for. It takes you quiet a few strikes with your hatchet, but you manage to loosen a makeshift walking stick enough to pry it off its tree.

The centaur accepts the branch with a criticising expression. "It'll do," he says stiffly, very much like someone who has little experience using the word 'thanks'. He puts his weight on it, able to stand now without either your or Brazentalons' help.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=190#1893 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 1/29/2021 at 1:32 PM (Heh, no worries - Spork the orc will come to your aid!) The orc gasps, an expression of shock on his face. He turns, slowly, to look at you. "I. Had. An. Idea," he says triumphantly. "I think of what you tell me a 'bluff' means, and I make one myself! Elves only get in as prisoners, right? Then you be my prisoner! It based off truth, like you say. My old clan used to have you as prisoner, I used to be in that clan. We walk right through, they never suspect a thing." He looks immensely proud of himself for coming up with an idea. "What you think?" he asks.

"That works. Long as we dont have any onyx moon clan members nearby who actually know what i look like we shpuld be fine." Nicote nods. "Lets do it then. "

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=190#1894 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 1/29/2021 at 1:50 PM Numbat doesn't share your calmness. Cowed by the sight of the mighty creature, he dives behind you for cover. The two phoenix are unreadable as they perch upon the frosty branch of a nearby tree. The hellhounds, however, show their sadness at seeing their friend go with their drooping ears. Crimson whines quietly: "He gave us hope, even through the terror of the smuggler's cart ride." The adult pegasus dips its head as Shootingstar nears, nuzzling against the young one's side for a second. Suddenly it snorts and jerks its head away, casting a glare over in your group's direction. Crimson tilts her head, then looks back at you. "It's his scent," she says, realisation on her face. "We were all in the one tent hours ago - he'll smell anything but a wild pegasus." Pegasus are famed for being stubborn. It seems the end of Shootingstar's journey was just the beginning.

(Thank you thank you thank you!)

Asteria looks relived when sees that smiling at Shootingstar, "It's going to okay Shootingstar you'll see."
She was secretly very upset that Shootingstar was leaving their group remembering how she'd been hurt before. "Maybe this is for the best."

(Do you think it will be possible to maybe have Shootingstar as a familiar eventually?)

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=190#1896 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 1/29/2021 at 2:18 PM The ring turns... a sad colour. How you sense this is inexplicable, but the feeling can't be shaken even as it falls back into your pack. The centaur quirks a brow at your comment to Brazentalons, but stays tactfully silent as your familiar's indignant look grows. The griffin nods reluctantly though, and helps the stranger to stand as you go off to find a branch. Indeed, being in a forest makes the task simple. Some trees with low hanging boughs provide what you're looking for. It takes you quiet a few strikes with your hatchet, but you manage to loosen a makeshift walking stick enough to pry it off its tree. The centaur accepts the branch with a criticising expression. "It'll do," he says stiffly, very much like someone who has little experience using the word 'thanks'. He puts his weight on it, able to stand now without either your or Brazentalons' help.

"Okay then," I say. "We're heading to adventurer's crossroads. It'll probably take a while on foot, but it should be doable. Let's get going now."