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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Aug 12, 2023 16:29:16 GMT -5
The desert of Zeinav, sweltering as it was nearly year round, was covered in the thick, heavy clouds of the annual monsoon season. The breaks in the torrential rains resulted in stunning blooms of cacti and desert grass all over the land. The Oasis especially was thriving, a hub of travellers looking to escape the rains, and locals enjoying the sudden abundance of fresh water. The Monsoon season was the height of trade in the Oasis.
And, inevitably, the height of tensions.
As more and more people fled the upheaval in the world at large, they sought refuge during their travel in these waystations all across Charon. The Oasis was one of the most common locations for this safety on this side of the continent. Which meant, of course, that there were people from all sorts of different groups from different levels of society that didn't quite get along.
With scarves wrapped over her hair and the lower half of her face, Del shepherd's her group towards the Oasis, checking over her shoulders to make sure the refugees from Darkveil are still following her. With the city still recovering and the recent shock of cultists snatching people from their homes, travellers who were not as well equipped as those who normally ventured South were often struggling on the roads. Del could not stand by and allow them to make their way without some sort of guidance, not with how dangerous the Ashlands and the desert itself was. It meant taking the days long treks back and forth to make sure everyone got to safety multiple times, but it was worth it. This was a route Del knew well.
"Nearly there, folks," Del calls out as they approach, the sun beginning to dip over the horizon and painting the sky with bruised shades; the rains had only stopped for now. "Hold what you have close. This place is considered a neutral ground, but there's a lot of people here right now, ad not all of them are bound to be friendly."
Once she was sure everyone understood the situation, she forges on with them. The group was tired and hungry and eager to get out of the desert; not an easy task at the best of times.
Especially today, it seemed.
As they enter the oasis and the crowd gets heavier, Del furrows her brow, spotting the colours of the Royal Army here and there among the throng. Behind her scarves, Del grimaces; they were heading to the same location, it seemed. She follows behind them at a careful distance-- her group of refugees would likely not befall any scrutiny-- But she might.
It was no secret that the Oasis was exactly that-- an oasis of a no-mans-land, a sanctuary from other jurisdictions for the sole purpose of survival. But that did not mean that everyone was accepted or greeted with open arms. The crowds give the Capitol soldiers a wide berth, looking at them with suspicion, as they make their way towards the same inn, a yurt with two stories that seemed quite busy indeed.
Tier One: Adventurer Quest(0-5 Renown) Quest Name:Gift of Gab Participants:Two or more Location: Anywhere Post Requirements:4 post per person, 200 words per post Reward: +1 Renown Description: Most people in Charon can understand or speak even a minor amount of common, however there are random instances that pop up where a translator or interpreter is needed. You find yourself in a position where you need to help a group or set of individuals communicate with each other, as one side is unable to understand the other. This can be a business conversation, a simple ask for directions or something much more complicated. You don't even need to fully understand them yourself, just do your best!
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Post by Gobul Giblin on Aug 18, 2023 1:43:26 GMT -5
Gobul has never been to the desert, he always thought it was to hot and bright for his sensitive dracoling eyes. But he found out that the Oasis is one of the prettiest parts of the dessert. There were new people to meet and new sights to see and maybe he will see some inspiration for a new flying machine. But he is at the Oasis looking for a specific part for his flying machine that he heard could be found at the local bazaar.
The small orange dracoling had decided to stay in an inn for the night so that he could go back to looking for the special part. Gobul is sat down at a table reading a book on alchemy that his dad gave him to pass some time. He looks up from his book as Del's group walks into the inn in a rush. He watches as people of different races and sizes walk in, a face of curiousity on his face. As much as he wants to be friends with them, he mostly notices the leader, a wood elf wrapped in scarves. She looks well traveled, maybe she knows where the part he's looking for is.
He quickly puts away his book, jumps down from his chair, and walks over to the lady. She looks kind enough, she will definitely help him. Gobul grabs her pant leg and gives a light tug to get her attention. He looks up at her with a puppy dog face before addressing her. "Excuse me miss. I really need help finding something," he says, innocently smiling at Delaela.
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Sept 2, 2023 14:46:10 GMT -5
Del maintains course, getting her group into the inn and out of the elements, right on the heels of the guards. Acting as a buffer between them and the refugees, Del ensures her movements are quiet and sure as part of her shadow[1] splits off from her, and through the crowd, staying close to the Crown guards. If they were carrying anything important... given what had been happening lately, it would't hurt to have some additional insight into what they were doing here.
"Here you are," she smiles, turning to her group, ushering them to the counter. "You'll be safe for so long as you're here; caravans come through regularly that you can travel with that will keep you safer. No, save your solars for your rooms and food." She squeezes the hand of one elderly woman and turns, thinking about what to do about the Crown guards--
When a voice from below her waist draws her attention.
Stopping dead in her tracks, Del looks down to find herself staring at an umber coloured draooling, wearing an artisan's smock and looking at her with bright, earnest eyes. Asking for her help.
"I, uh," Del stammers, a little surprised and unsure of how to react. She really should get something to eat and get some rest-- but oh, how could she possibly say no to that little face? Her shoulders relax slightly and she gives the small person a smile, moving her scarves down off the scarred bridge of her nose so they can see it. "I might be able to help. What are you looking for?"
[1] Shadow Dancer Prestige - Shadow Clone
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Post by Gobul Giblin on Sept 10, 2023 0:50:50 GMT -5
Before giving her an answer, Gobul notices the exhaustion and hunger shown on Del’s and the refugees’ faces. He feels bad for these people who are just trying to escape the hardships thrust upon them. But he has an idea that no one would disagree with. “Before I ask, maybe I can pay for the information with food and drink for you and your friends, all on me,” he proposes to the elf.
He quickly sits down at a nearby table and notions to Del to sit down next to him. “I’m looking for a specific tool that I can’t find anywhere else,” he explains pulling a piece of folded paper from his bag. Gobul unfolds the paper, revealing a diagram of a wrench with some rather large measurements and made from a special metal. “Some people say it’s really hard to find or make, but I heard that a merchant here in the Oasis was selling one at a lower than usual price.”
“I’ve been up and down the Bazaar trying to find this wrench but I can’t find it anywhere.” Gobul has never traveled outside of Sol City and has no clue where anything is in this absolutely enormous shopping district. “Any info on this vendor would be very appreciated,” he says with a smile.
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Post by Delaela Fenastra-Asiliari on Sept 23, 2023 14:40:31 GMT -5
"Oh, that won't be--" but the protest is cut off by the group she had brought with her, voicing a myriad of profuse and earnest thanks to the draconynh for their generosity and kindness. Seeing she was outnumbered, Del relents with a crooked smile. "Well. Who am I to decline such a generous offer."
As the others flit off to go and procure their meals and their rooms, Del joins the draconynh at their table. They were.. interesting, certainly. And kind. Their position also gives Del a good eye on the situation with the Crown guard at the bar. A shadow moves between people, a hand is dipped into a bag, and then, again, it's gone.
She returns her focus to the gracious Draconynh next to her, as they unfurl the paper. "I'm not overly familiar with the individual merchants in the area," Del admits reluctantly, offering a sheepish smile, "But, I happen to be a smith and carpenter. I would be happy to accompany you to see-- oh," she blinks as she looks more closely at the diagram, tilting her head. "Actually. While I don't know who is selling what you're looking for, this metal... I know it to be found in remote regions of the Crescent Isles. This tool is quite specific..." she pours over it, mumbling to herself, the gears in her mind turning quickly. "You're looking for someone versed in the Formulae Arcane, maybe someone who makes golems. It's a fairly niche trade, but given where we are, that narrows it down quite a bit. There's only a handful of people in the area that can do this sort of work." her head tilts again, this time in the other direction. "Is this meant to be a tool and a weapon?"
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