A Ride to the Little Plains
The group of Devlin, Rothaide and Gian made their way towards the dock area of Precarious. They eventually arrive without much encounter at a landing bay where they find a newly landed skycoach. Pairs of human laborers are moving crates off the vessel and stowing others aboard. Standing in front of the skycoach is a jade green warforged and a sleek, youthful looking halfling. The Halfling continues t o bark orders as the crew loads and offloads the ship. The warforged approaches you.
“You are here.” The warforged greets the group and introduces them to Vago, the Halfling overseeing the loading.
Vago seems alert and aware of his surroundings. He regards the group with a sharp glance.
“Get them aboard. Lord Popora expects us.” Vago shouts to the warforged. He obviously has a brusque and officious manner, and he seems loath to waste any words on the heroes.
The group looks at one another but when Devlin nods his consent; both Rothaide and Gian follow both the half-elf and the warforged aboard the skiff. They make themselves comfortable and wait for the skycoach to be filled. Devlin tries to make small talk with the halfling but is largely concentrated on the task at hand and proves to be capable, competent and focused on his task.
As soon as the cargo – mostly exotic foodstuff – are loaded and stowed, the ship takes off and heads to another potion of the City of Sharn.
* * *
The skycoach soars off from Lower Dura and into that of the Middle Menthis Plateau ward. It flies over the plateau, navigating between towers until it finally starts its landing towards the Little Plains.
To a visitor of the ward, the towers at Little plains appear inside out: instead of open central spaces surrounded by buildings attached to the outside of a tower, streets run around the outside of towers, giving access to very low doorways leading to cave like interiors. Halflings seem to negotiate these outside ledges with ease, and so do the dinosaurs many of them ride. It is into one of these outside ledges that the skycoach makes its way to and eventually lands.
Once the skycoach finally lands and the boarding doors open, Vago leads the group off the ship and instructs them to follow. Devlin, Rothaide and Gian follow the halfling off and Herald brings up the rear. As soon as they clear the skycoach, there is a flurry of motion as several halfling laborers start unloading the cargo.
“You should be honored that you are meeting with Lord Popora ir’ Boromar wishes to speak with you.” Vago states as he leads the group down a hallway that brings them deeper into the tower. “Among the Boromars, Popora’s name is legendary.”
Vago abruptly stops and looks up at the three taller humans as if sizing them up “I believe Lord Popora has almost supernatural instincts and have long ago learned not to second-guess his decisions.”
He then again turns his back and leads the group again down another corridor.
Rothaide turns and whispers to Gian. “What was that all about?”
Gian stares at the halfling’s retreating form and whispers back to his elven companion. “I’m not sure but I think we’ve just been insulted.”
Devlin shushes the two and quickens is pace to catch up with the halfling. They continue to make their way down several corridors. They pass corridors that are finely furnished with doorways carved from rare woods and art objects from different places enshrined in small, tastefully lit alcoves.
They eventually reach a large set of dark wood doors and Vago motions the group onwards… However, the door opens before the halfling can turn the latch and a huge, broad shouldered shifter storms through.
“You are here.” The warforged greets the group and introduces them to Vago, the Halfling overseeing the loading.
Vago seems alert and aware of his surroundings. He regards the group with a sharp glance.
“Get them aboard. Lord Popora expects us.” Vago shouts to the warforged. He obviously has a brusque and officious manner, and he seems loath to waste any words on the heroes.
The group looks at one another but when Devlin nods his consent; both Rothaide and Gian follow both the half-elf and the warforged aboard the skiff. They make themselves comfortable and wait for the skycoach to be filled. Devlin tries to make small talk with the halfling but is largely concentrated on the task at hand and proves to be capable, competent and focused on his task.
As soon as the cargo – mostly exotic foodstuff – are loaded and stowed, the ship takes off and heads to another potion of the City of Sharn.
* * *
The skycoach soars off from Lower Dura and into that of the Middle Menthis Plateau ward. It flies over the plateau, navigating between towers until it finally starts its landing towards the Little Plains.
To a visitor of the ward, the towers at Little plains appear inside out: instead of open central spaces surrounded by buildings attached to the outside of a tower, streets run around the outside of towers, giving access to very low doorways leading to cave like interiors. Halflings seem to negotiate these outside ledges with ease, and so do the dinosaurs many of them ride. It is into one of these outside ledges that the skycoach makes its way to and eventually lands.
Once the skycoach finally lands and the boarding doors open, Vago leads the group off the ship and instructs them to follow. Devlin, Rothaide and Gian follow the halfling off and Herald brings up the rear. As soon as they clear the skycoach, there is a flurry of motion as several halfling laborers start unloading the cargo.
“You should be honored that you are meeting with Lord Popora ir’ Boromar wishes to speak with you.” Vago states as he leads the group down a hallway that brings them deeper into the tower. “Among the Boromars, Popora’s name is legendary.”
Vago abruptly stops and looks up at the three taller humans as if sizing them up “I believe Lord Popora has almost supernatural instincts and have long ago learned not to second-guess his decisions.”
He then again turns his back and leads the group again down another corridor.
Rothaide turns and whispers to Gian. “What was that all about?”
Gian stares at the halfling’s retreating form and whispers back to his elven companion. “I’m not sure but I think we’ve just been insulted.”
Devlin shushes the two and quickens is pace to catch up with the halfling. They continue to make their way down several corridors. They pass corridors that are finely furnished with doorways carved from rare woods and art objects from different places enshrined in small, tastefully lit alcoves.
They eventually reach a large set of dark wood doors and Vago motions the group onwards… However, the door opens before the halfling can turn the latch and a huge, broad shouldered shifter storms through.
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