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D&D II Act One Scene IV(a) - The Dead in Osinzir

Fourier

The gondolas ascend to the top of the bridge, which spans about half a kilometer stretching over to the palace.

About a thousand armed guards line the bridge, arranged in pairs on each side. Dotted among the guards are statues of the nations former rulers.

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Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : history proficiency activate! Does she recognize these events, and if so where on her timeline does it put her.

Retula knows these events have occured within the last hundred years, all of them are consistent with her still being in the same time.

Banjo

Ooc : history proficiency activate! Does she recognize these events, and if so where on her timeline does it put her.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Tested? Yes, and you passed. Ha ha, good old psychohose Retula, loves her a test.

So, let's see - you! With the hair! What would you say were the 5 most important things that happened in the last hundred years, and you! Ears! Explain to me why he's wrong about two of them!"

"Ehhm....the tax reform of our outlying territories...the restoration of the old royal line...ehmm..."

Another mutters something under his breath.

"...ehhh oh yeah, thanks Gorthai, yeah ehm, the construction of the lunar vessels, the discovery of the Akrana boat and....the peace treaty with Zassan"

The other man then speaks.

"Well, the tax reform was expected and not that revolutionary and ehm....the treaty with Zassan was a formality, we've never been at war...I think"

Banjo

"Tested? Yes, and you passed. Ha ha, good old psychohose Retula, loves her a test.

So, let's see - you! With the hair! What would you say were the 5 most important things that happened in the last hundred years, and you! Ears! Explain to me why he's wrong about two of them!"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"I...uh..."
She looks down at her arms
"Well for a start I was hoping you might have a mirror, so I can see what's happened to my gorgeous kisser! This is totally going to mess with my ink. Is it permanent? Am I being punished for all those times I lied and said I was an albino Drow?

More importantly, I need a tome.. um... Upon which grave matters shall be inscribed! You like that? Grave matters? No? Never mind. I just need some well bound paper or parchment, I hear you are the guys to hit up?"

She uses Hetyaro's eyes as a mirror to check her face, head tattoos etc.

Through Hetyaro's eyes she sees her skin is pure black, but white in places that form an image of the skull. Her arms and legs are the same, black with a chalk white "drawing" of the bones, though in truth the white is simply skin pigmented differently.

"Psychopomp Retula, permanent? You..."

The head scribe looks at the others.

"...have been this way for a century, are we being tested?"

They look at each other in worried manner. One runs and quickly gets Retula the tome as the rest bow.

Banjo

"I...uh..."
She looks down at her arms
"Well for a start I was hoping you might have a mirror, so I can see what's happened to my gorgeous kisser! This is totally going to mess with my ink. Is it permanent? Am I being punished for all those times I lied and said I was an albino Drow?

More importantly, I need a tome.. um... Upon which grave matters shall be inscribed! You like that? Grave matters? No? Never mind. I just need some well bound paper or parchment, I hear you are the guys to hit up?"

She uses Hetyaro's eyes as a mirror to check her face, head tattoos etc.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"dude, I'm turning into writing!" She exclaims to the raven, pushing on excitedly.

By the time she enters the scribal chamber, her skin is as dark as the night, with stark white lines tracing out her bones beneath like a tattoo of a skeleton over her skin.

Some of the scribes look up and immediately bow.

"Psychopomp Retula...to what do we owe this honour?"

Banjo

"dude, I'm turning into writing!" She exclaims to the raven, pushing on excitedly.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

She shrugs and heads on. If anyone is particularly mouthy she makes a mental note of their face and general location, as well as those of the stall owner.
Hetyaro still on point looking for potential issues up ahead.

She reaches the scribal guild's entrance, half way up the Northern Face. There is no door as such, just and open corridor into the Ziggurat, with a bunch of people seating and writing.

Retula then notices her hand turning a dark inky black.

Banjo

She shrugs and heads on. If anyone is particularly mouthy she makes a mental note of their face and general location, as well as those of the stall owner.
Hetyaro still on point looking for potential issues up ahead.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : have I misunderstood what you meant by north face?

"What? Have I misunderstood what you meant by north face?" She calls down.

Ooc : oh, she thinks so too

OOC: No you have it right

The man in the stall shouts up.

"Ignore them, just head on!"

Banjo

Ooc : have I misunderstood what you meant by north face?

"What? Have I misunderstood what you meant by north face?" She calls down.

Ooc : oh, she thinks so too

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : forgive me, I don't have the standard market prices to hand. Sconto?

OOC: 11GP

Banjo wrote: »

Retula begs her leave of Mags "yeah, I know it's unnecessary, but if I kick off another murder spree this could pay off HUUUUUUUGE and I kinda wanna do it classy!"

She scales the zig, familiar dismissed, raven running point.

The locals look at Retula scaling the Ziggurat and begin to shout at her. Some roaring quite aggressively.

Banjo

Ooc : forgive me, I don't have the standard market prices to hand. Sconto?

Retula begs her leave of Mags "yeah, I know it's unnecessary, but if I kick off another murder spree this could pay off HUUUUUUUGE and I kinda wanna do it classy!"

She scales the zig, familiar dismissed, raven running point.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"what, you didn't think you looked camp before?" She replies. "So we have a magic talking panther, I'm an immortal ghost binder, you're a magic guitarist, this day just keeps getting better. Ears and eyes open for the pagoda."

Retula looks for ink, a quill (or a bic if that's an option) and a suitably gothy noteboik to be her osinziri Deathtome

The ink and quill are easy enough to find for the standard prices in the Market place from a scribal stand.

For a well constructed notebook, she is directed to the scribal guild on the Ziggurat's Northern face.

OldGoat

Fourier wrote: »

"Layered building, I was there once before, when the big Music dude in the sky made one of his physical tours."

Mags is told to head around the base of the Ziggurat by a kindly stall owner, who tries to push some fried mini-dino shish kebab on him.

"Euh! I have 'saur frends and you expect me to eat this? I'll not let it past my lips, at least not without a sprinkling of lime juice and perhaps some pickled vegetables."
Mags takes the proffered food, pays for it and wanders happily in the indicated direction munching on the Kababosaur.
"Now then, ziggurat, ziggurat, ziggu...Joepaz, djuknow what a ziggurat is?".

As he plays the role of clueless tourist Mags watchs the crowds, notes merchants of interest and any likely venues where bards might gather to pass news.

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

Mags looks around in all directions for a pagoda.
"Pagoda, pagoda, pagoda...it must be here somewhere..."
As he is turning and scanning he very quietly asks his axe what a pagoda is.

"Layered building, I was there once before, when the big Music dude in the sky made one of his physical tours."

Mags is told to head around the base of the Ziggurat by a kindly stall owner, who tries to push some fried mini-dino shish kebab on him.

OldGoat

Mags looks around in all directions for a pagoda.
"Pagoda, pagoda, pagoda...it must be here somewhere..."
As he is turning and scanning he very quietly asks his axe what a pagoda is.

Banjo

"what, you didn't think you looked camp before?" She replies. "So we have a magic talking panther, I'm an immortal ghost binder, you're a magic guitarist, this day just keeps getting better. Ears and eyes open for the pagoda."

Retula looks for ink, a quill (or a bic if that's an option) and a suitably gothy noteboik to be her osinziri Deathtome

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Okay guys, you know the drill. Eyes and ears. Hetyaro, snap me some memories of the face of chuckles up there, I'll see if she's familiar. Then get me a flyby of the market for layout"
Retula wanders around with her traveling zoo, looking for stalls of interest to ooh and aah over.

Hetyaro lands back, having picked up conversation from the locals, the woman was an old queen of the region from over a thousand years back. This place was once the capital of a separate nation before being conquered and even still not all of the people speak Osinzite.

The market is basically two North-South streets cut by two East-West ones. Apparently the Honey Pagoda lies around the other side of the Ziggurat.

OldGoat

Banjo wrote: »

"who are you calling dude, harpsichord? Hey drummer-boy. You look.... Different. Retula preserve us, I may have to start using your real name. Oh yeah, I'm some kind of keeper of the dead now, so remember to be respectful and bow an' ****? If the boss finds out she'll kill me. Again and again. But needs must, y'know?"

Mags brushes his new hairdo.
"Ya don't think it makes me look a bit camp?
This is my new instrument axe, it's called Joepaz. Apparently it talks which is news to me.
Wait till you hear what happened to me. I met a bunch of people and dinosaurs. I fell in with a radical orchestra of sentient instruments, I was a vibration for a while and I got to meet with a freaking MusicGod!
Oh and I found out that the Temple of Music is a treehouse and that,you just have to play well onstage to get the race booster powerup magic bean thing, I think.
Right, whats left on the list?

The Honey Pagoda (in Zhulugal)
The Light Lake house (0207)
The Arch of old Osinzir (0707)
The Kingdoms beyond Gate
Merculin's Townhouse (In Osinzir)
Temple of the Music God (in Zhusarrum)

Banjo

"who are you calling dude, harpsichord? Hey drummer-boy. You look.... Different. Retula preserve us, I may have to start using your real name. Oh yeah, I'm some kind of keeper of the dead now, so remember to be respectful and bow an' ****? If the boss finds out she'll kill me. Again and again. But needs must, y'know?"

OldGoat

Fourier wrote: »

As Mags steps through the gate he feels a change come over him, a final gift from the music god.

Retula notices a bright light appear behind her and a stream of music suddenly rush through the air, pipe music, flute, percussion, near anything.

The light comes from a glowing sphere vibrating with song.

Out steps Mags with a strange instrument around his shoulder. His hair transformed closer to the typical Orkish style, the Mohawk, though of brighter colours. The instrument crackles slightly with lightning.

"Hey shadow dude" the instrument says to Retula, a touch of heavy chords following it.

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Fourier

As Mags steps through the gate he feels a change come over him, a final gift from the music god.

Retula notices a bright light appear behind her and a stream of music suddenly rush through the air, pipe music, flute, percussion, near anything.

The light comes from a glowing sphere vibrating with song.

Out steps Mags with a strange instrument around his shoulder. His hair transformed closer to the typical Orkish style, the Mohawk, though of brighter colours. The instrument crackles slightly with lightning.

"Hey shadow dude" the instrument says to Retula, a touch of heavy chords following it.

OldGoat

Mags heads back to the portal near the fields of berries, waving to the 'saur owner as he passes. He uses 'Magehand' to snag a fistfull of berries that he eats with relish.
At the portal he plays a short piece of music on the flute that in his mind is "Retulas Song" and hopes that wherever the portal takes him it will be near to her.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

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Only an two hours later she arrive in Zhulugal, the village is built into and expands out of an old looking Ziggurat, which is kept in incredible condition, its sky blue faces shining bright in the jungle sun. The top of the Ziggurat depict a laughing female figure clad in leaves.

The path Retula took leads straight into the market.

"Okay guys, you know the drill. Eyes and ears. Hetyaro, snap me some memories of the face of chuckles up there, I'll see if she's familiar. Then get me a flyby of the market for layout"
Retula wanders around with her traveling zoo, looking for stalls of interest to ooh and aah over.

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

Mags feels himself go a little weak at the knees as he caresses his new axe and he acknowledges the God of Music reverently with a thumbs up and adds him to the VIP list for the festival.

To the axe he whispers "You shall be called 'Joepaz'* and you shall drink the blood of our enemies, or whoever."
He tucks Joepaz into the bindings of his backpack and turns back to the instruments.
"Thank you all for this. We should jam sometime again. Now, am I right in thinking that this race booster thingy is won by playing on stage or did I miss something?"

*If you only ever listen to one jazz guitar player then make it Joe Pass.

The instruments converse with Joepaz for a while, among their society he is obviously a bit of a celebrity.

Then they play a song of praise and give Mags a hug as best as instruments can.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Hey, who are the other two?"

He sighs.

"One was supposed to be my assistant, another Oni, unfortunately a major shift in the belief system four hundred years ago got rid of that.

The other was a long long time ago, over a thousand years ago, she was a mage, the less about that the better."

Hearing Retula's plan he finally say

"I'm sure whatever you do will help, I've got a good feeling about this.
Good luck my friend."

Banjo wrote: »

Retula prepares to take her leave and, if the light allows, head south to Zhulugal

Only an two hours later she arrive in Zhulugal, the village is built into and expands out of an old looking Ziggurat, which is kept in incredible condition, its sky blue faces shining bright in the jungle sun. The top of the Ziggurat depict a laughing female figure clad in leaves.

The path Retula took leads straight into the market.

OldGoat

Mags feels himself go a little weak at the knees as he caresses his new axe and he acknowledges the God of Music reverently with a thumbs up and adds him to the VIP list for the festival.

To the axe he whispers "You shall be called 'Joepaz'* and you shall drink the blood of our enemies, or whoever."
He tucks Joepaz into the bindings of his backpack and turns back to the instruments.
"Thank you all for this. We should jam sometime again. Now, am I right in thinking that this race booster thingy is won by playing on stage or did I miss something?"

*If you only ever listen to one jazz guitar player then make it Joe Pass.

Banjo

That... That is a lot of afterlives. I mean I knew there were a lot but it's just, like, a number and stuff? When you see it....."

As the water cascades from her smooth bonce, Retula looks askance at the Oni.

"'i don't mean to sound ungrateful' is something ungrateful people say. And I am gateful. But aren't you just digging your hole a little deeper if I'm out there moving souls around? Tell you what, you got a pamphlet that explains all the different islanda down there, I promise I'll try to only take fresh ones and send them to the right place when I'm done with 'em? You chip away at the bottom, I'll try to chip away at the top?

Hey, who are the other two?"

Retula prepares to take her leave and, if the light allows, head south to Zhulugal