In reply to Aalistair (msg #133):

Wraith, calmly appraising the situation in his customary manner, says, politley, "Given that I am a pilot, perhaps I might be able to assist you in persuading the captain to adopt our cause."

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #134):

"Sounds like a party. Jaxar, shall we?" Mirna gets up from the table. "Let's go convince Captain Ceramose that he shares our quest."

"After you," says Wraith, tucking his stool beneath the table and following the rest of the group.

Those choosing to visit Captain Ceramose [OOC: speak up, if you haven't already!] can leave the Grey Tower in short order, travel the short distance down the road, and find The Horn still docked at the Green Tower, the green crystal of the tower flashing in the light of the suns.  Once Wraith and Peregrinus talk with the guards, the group is allowed to enter and go up to the windship, where the Captain is overseeing the offloading of cargo.

In reply to Mirna (msg #135):

Looking at Rammid Jaxar asks, "As long as our Equus have been cared for?" After receiving an affirmative he smiles and bows his head to Rammid, "I thank you friend, for it was not your responsibility and yet you looked after my steed and provided better care for him than I have lately. I only hope your feet fared well, for he earned the name "Stomper" for a reason."

Looking to Mirna he continues, "Yes, let us call upon the good captain. Perhaps the promise of many Rajan heads will endear him to our cause."

In reply to Jaxar (msg #138):

After pausing a moment, Wraith says, "I suspect that any sky-worthy captain would be utterly appalled by such blatant piracy, and would do everything in their power to retrieve the Wind of Fate.  More to the point, if the Rajans can commandeer one ship, they can certainly steal another, which is worrisome indeed."
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In reply to Jaxar (msg #138):

"He is indeed cared for, if not as masterfully as by your hand, but he seemed content." He grins, "I've learned to avoid his feet on the journey across the plains, but the stable boy lacked that experience."

Kolarios looked at the hat offered by the Aamanian and was near struck to tears. Gallant, manly tears. He ducked his head briefly and rubbed at his eye. ”Gritty here, I fane.” He took the hat and rotated it slowly in his hands before returning it to Aalistair. ”Ancient rival, your generosity is… unequalled. Little did I expect to find such offerings here in this barren place, let alone from your very people. I am undone by it and unworthy. Though I thank you for the offer.” He bowed quickly.

Turning to the table, he smiled broadly. ”I shall accompany you to speak with the Captain. We are quite close, after all.”

((To the Horn!))

In reply to Kolarios Viramos (msg #141):

Coming in the door with J'landria, Kar looks around the table, then the rest of the room.
Approaching the table,
"Rammid, Rioniv...where are the rest of us?"

J'landria walks into the main room and looks around, seeing quite a few gone.  She looks at Kar and touches his hand before moving aside so he can walk in unimpeded.

In reply to Kar (msg #142):

"The others have gone with the first mate and pilot of the windship to see the captain.  They hope to arrange transportation with him.  Did you get your air?"

Once Kar has walked by her she walks up to the bar and asks quietly for another water.  When she's handed the cup she moves toward her previous seat, and then realizes that there's no one else on this end of the table for they've pretty much all left to see the windship.  She sits back down and reclines into the chair, once again sticking her long legs under the table.  Just as her feet reach their full length they tap someone's feet.

"Sorry," she says in a quiet growl, moving her feet just a little so they're not in the way anymore.

"Quite alright," answers Rioniv, apparently the one whose feet you bumped.  He looks at you in the quiet, cool room of the tavern, and adds, "We all want to rescue the youngling you seek.  Perhaps we have not made that clear enough.  I will gladly help in any way I can."

J'landria's large green eyes widen some and her ears perk up as she looks at him.

"I appreciate that," she says.  "I... did not expect such a kindness from... others."

A low rumble sounds in her throat.  Not the soothing sound of a purr, but not aggressive either.

"I will aid you, because I have a... suspicion that this youngling, and the others before him are a part of something larger.  Maybe I will find... more by traveling."

For a moment, there is something of a twinkle in her eye, but it's gone as quick as it came.  She grins a toothy grin at taps her foot into Rioniv's again while another quiet rumble is heard.

In reply to J'landria (msg #147):

"Yes. Maybe we should look here for some sort of...council...Posting place...?"

*Obviously at a loss for what to call it*

"Anywhere we might exchange information. A lost and found, as it were."

In reply to J'landria (msg #147):

"Kindness from others can indeed be in short supply, sometimes.  I think that means where we do find it, it is important to nurture it, and let it grow."  He nods to J'landria, "I had the same thought -- on a windship you will travel far and fast, and cover much more ground.  If your youngling has been gone long, whoever has taken him likely has quite a head start."
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In reply to Kar (msg #148):

"If it's an information exchange you're looking for, unless I miss my guess, you won't find much better one than that fellow right there," says Athellin, with a nod toward the lime green skinned bartender with the startling looking scar around his neck.

"It has only been... three weeks, I have been following now for about half that," she says, a slight lilt in her voice denotes some unsureness at the count.  She pulls herself up straight in the chair.

"That was a good idea Kar, thank you," she pushes herself to her feet.

"As for kindness, yes.  It is a good lesson, thank you.  If you will excuse me."

As she walks to the bar past Kar a finger touches each shoulder.  When she reaches the bar she places her palm flat on it.  A soft rumble escapes her throat, that ends with a sound almost like a clearing of the throat.

"Excuse me bartender.  Has a young Jaka come... through this area."  Her ear cocks back and she sighs.  "Younger than me."

"Jaka do come through here from time to time.  But a young one, I don't think I've seen one that would especially stand out as young.  Do you mean not fully grown?  All the Jaka I've seen lately would be full grown ones."

The door burst open and Kolarios shot through it, stumbling and careened into a table, knocking over a drink in front of the local. It spilled over the side of the table just as the Zandir managed to right himself, throwing his head back in some semblance of indignity. ”I say, sir,” his finely manicured hand pointed to the barkeeper. ”Is yon step accursed? Beset by an overabundance of independent mischief yearning? That’s twice now that it has attacked my foot!” Seemingly reminded of the fact that his foot was viciously attacked, Kolarios hopped up on one foot and gazed in dismay at his toe. ”Look! Right there! Those are teeth marks, by the Grace of the Ten Thousand! Perhaps not an evil step but a lurking creature of some type…”

It was around this moment that the local, a bit perturbed at the loss of his drink, stood up and obstructed the Zandir’s view of the bartender. Kolarios hopped once, then again more slowly as he gazed up at the man. ”My, you’re a big one.” Kolarios looked down at the table and the pool of spilt liquor. ”Right… allow me to buy you a drink for so graciously leaping up to assist me but,” he stepped back down with both feet, ”as you can see, it is unnecessary as I am now fully recovered. I appreciate your concern, truly. There was something… ah yes, your drink. Right on it.” Moving quite quickly for one who was so recently injured in his walking appendage, Kolarios slipped over to the bar, brushing aside a furry humanoid, and leaned on the counter. ”Aye, the big guy with the horns, I’ll… ahhh, be treating him to a drink.”

The Zandir looked back at the man and smiled, waving, before turning back to the bartender. ”Speed is of the essence, my friend.” As the bartender went to grab a glass, Kolarios turned to his furred neighbor and stood upright, smiling. ”Why, it’s you. I was looking for you, well, actually we were all looking for you. Not just you, though, the other you’s too!”

J'landria has nodded and turned to go back to her seat when Kolarios bursts in.  Her head turns to watch the interaction, and when she gets pushed aside her ears flatten a bit and a small annoyed growl starts in her throat.  When he turns to her her eyes widen some and the annoyance melts into surprise.

"Mmmmm, well, I would assume we," she pauses then another questioning lilt at the word.  "Are all where we were left.  Which would be here."

"And now we are here as well, see?" He spins towards the door dramatically and pauses... and pauses. "Ahem. Well, we were right behind us but apparently the elusive yet deadly beast beneath the steps has devoured my companions..."

Aalistair enters, carefully blatantly and purposefully stepping over the door-step.

He smiles calmly, but as if he's hiding something.

Is he playing along with the Zandir?

No. Couldn't be.

Maybe he just knows something about the steps here. He did say he was a local here in Deadwood.

J'landria stares at Kolarios in utter confusion, one ear cocked back and the other perked up.  Her eyes dart from his face to the step then to Aalistair.  She blinks her large green eyes a few times and takes a step back, while looking around to see if anyone else is approaching the doorway.

In reply to J'landria (msg #157):

"They're coming. Our new..friend here"
*Inidicating Kolarios*
"is just a bit more...dramatically inclined than the rest?"

*Eyeing Kolarios with head slightly tilted...was that a question?*