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For this task, the liaison group included yours truly, two adorable elven siblings and their pirate captain brother, a rather intimidating machine with tall ears and a large gun, and a human cleric who lives life to the fullest. Or… lived? Given what transpired along the journey, I personally am concerned about this one. Anyhow! I wish we had more time to get to know each other. | For this task, the liaison group included yours truly, two adorable elven siblings and their pirate captain brother, a rather intimidating machine with tall ears and a large gun, and a human cleric who lives life to the fullest. Or… lived? Given what transpired along the journey, I personally am concerned about this one. Anyhow! I wish we had more time to get to know each other. | ||
We arrived at a campsite underground, in which | We arrived at a campsite underground, in which our mission control, Grand Ambassador Drake Biloko, briefed us on our quest. Sabelle taught us about the Living G-d and the service upheld, we got to hear about the Dero, etc. Our mission was to use diplomacy by reasonable means, for a trade agreement. Simple enough. I feel as though our minds were not quite on the same page, even if we did not initiate any fights. | ||
Sabelle was kind enough to give a few of us a benediction, courtesy of their deity. | Sabelle was kind enough to give a few of us a benediction, courtesy of their deity. | ||
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As we walked (and I strolled), Captain Uravas talked up recruitment for more crew members of his squad. I considered it… But it seems he lacks a boat. Shame, I would have appreciated going out into the water more. Useful as this helmet I have on is, I do appreciate getting more chances to let my hair down. | As we walked (and I strolled), Captain Uravas talked up recruitment for more crew members of his squad. I considered it… But it seems he lacks a boat. Shame, I would have appreciated going out into the water more. Useful as this helmet I have on is, I do appreciate getting more chances to let my hair down. | ||
The Marquinn turned out to be a creative soul who loves good times, not fond of boredom. His hangout had the head of a magma dragon… Impressive! I had some difficulty going up the flight of stairs. It took DDOS and Uravas to help, and they had no problem lifting me whatsoever! Such a gentleman and an automaton! Once we introduced ourselves to the Marquinn, we had a relatively easy time convincing him of the splendors of indoor entertainment - on the surface. Several of us attempted to entertain him. I did my part, though it turns out my playing hand is a bit awkward if I am to deal. The Daring Duke of ‘Splosions, or DDOS, went ham on Sabelle with its gun as a means of incredible display, and… We almost lost someone in the name of peaceful negotiations. Regardless, we were able to appease The Marquinn. One down, and left behind were separate messes of | The Marquinn turned out to be a creative soul who loves good times, not fond of boredom. His hangout had the head of a magma dragon… Impressive! I had some difficulty going up the flight of stairs. It took DDOS and Uravas to help, and they had no problem lifting me whatsoever! Such a gentleman and an automaton! Once we introduced ourselves to the Marquinn, we had a relatively easy time convincing him of the splendors of indoor entertainment - on the surface. Several of us attempted to entertain him. I did my part, though it turns out my playing hand is a bit awkward if I am to deal. The Daring Duke of ‘Splosions, or DDOS, went ham on Sabelle with its gun as a means of incredible display, and… We almost lost someone in the name of peaceful negotiations. Regardless, we were able to appease The Marquinn. One down, and left behind were separate messes of spilled blood and a bit of water from the maneuver to get me upstairs (less so down). I think I discovered my new worst enemy. | ||
The Lundwin, an old man lacking manners, was our next individual. The path to his throne was lit in a fancy purple. His guards worked in pairs, looking like death both on the outside and in. Once we got to the elder, we introduced ourselves, and the old man had nothing but insults for our names. I mean, Kora Caroli? Could someone please explain to me how food comes to mind? Stars, sure, but food?!... Interpreting his words, the man was a | The Lundwin, an old man lacking manners, was our next individual. The path to his throne was lit in a fancy purple. His guards worked in pairs, looking like death both on the outside and in. Once we got to the elder, we introduced ourselves, and the old man had nothing but insults for our names. I mean, Kora Caroli? Could someone please explain to me how food comes to mind? Stars, sure, but food?!... Interpreting his words, the man was a bona fide merchant. For him to collaborate, he needed us to break down how an investment with the coalition could earn him an immediate profit. Silver, as it turns out, would be quite useful for tending to Dero crystals. With this and the promise of diversity among the many ancestries in Onadbyr, we achieved some way of compromise. | ||
After our negotiations were resolved, we were able to hand a letter from the Lundwin to the Dero in-between, and we headed back to Guardian Ambassador Drake, triumphant. With our hard-earned reward, we parted ways and returned to our respective residencies. Surely I cannot be the only one who needs to bathe after prolonged exposure to that dusty air. After that, a night on the town awaits! | After our negotiations were resolved, we were able to hand a letter from the Lundwin to the Dero in-between, and we headed back to Guardian Ambassador Drake, triumphant. With our hard-earned reward, we parted ways and returned to our respective residencies. Surely I cannot be the only one who needs to bathe after prolonged exposure to that dusty air. After that, a night on the town awaits! | ||
Latest revision as of 23:18, 23 April 2025
| Make a Deal With the Dero | |
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| Date | 4/22/25 |
| Storyteller | Slayzo |
| Tier | Trainee |
| Player Characters | Ariyu, Arumi, DDOS, Kora Caroli, Sabelle Regalia, Uravas |
| Rewards | 200xp, 75 gold (divided evenly amongst the party) |
| Result | Successfully secured cooperation with the Dero without resorting to violence... Unless if your name is DDOS. |
| Author | Kora Caroli (naokikozo) |
| Downtime | 1 |
In which the Dero are split between aesthetes and entrepreneurs.
(The report looks to be made of pages ripped from a journal. Parts of the document look like they were dried from little splashes, but the extravagantly cursive handwriting is left without a smear.)
Log
Greetings to the Round Table! We bring urgent tidings - calm tides, mind you.
For this task, the liaison group included yours truly, two adorable elven siblings and their pirate captain brother, a rather intimidating machine with tall ears and a large gun, and a human cleric who lives life to the fullest. Or… lived? Given what transpired along the journey, I personally am concerned about this one. Anyhow! I wish we had more time to get to know each other.
We arrived at a campsite underground, in which our mission control, Grand Ambassador Drake Biloko, briefed us on our quest. Sabelle taught us about the Living G-d and the service upheld, we got to hear about the Dero, etc. Our mission was to use diplomacy by reasonable means, for a trade agreement. Simple enough. I feel as though our minds were not quite on the same page, even if we did not initiate any fights.
Sabelle was kind enough to give a few of us a benediction, courtesy of their deity.
DDOS stopped by a talking head named Reggie to share a secret, of which I neglected to pay heed to. But I heard a different voice come from their direction… Curious! It got information from the talking head in return, so at least that helped us.
Not far into the cavern, a Dero guard demanded we halt and state our intentions. They were just like how the posting described: a stubborn bunch. I understood his tongue, and we got mixed up in explaining ourselves (thank you for that, Sabelle sweetie). But after fixing our introduction and justifying our presence, we were guided to the negotiation area. It was a rather long walk, but I was able to keep up with the others! There, we introduced ourselves to our Dero contact. He was able to communicate in the common tongue with us, and he explained what they wanted.
There are two leaders amongst the Dero: the Lundwin and the Marquinn. The Lundwin seemed more difficult to please based on the somewhat vague description of him. He wanted assurance that there would be no pestilence from outside the underground, as well as a workaround to the bright light of the world above. The Marquinn seemed like someone who could be more easily entertained, and his eyes were apparently not as bothered by the outdoors. He appreciated the fine arts, and some of us are quite the entertainers. We were shown the way to the Marquinn first because we mutually agreed that he seemed easier for us to please.
As we walked (and I strolled), Captain Uravas talked up recruitment for more crew members of his squad. I considered it… But it seems he lacks a boat. Shame, I would have appreciated going out into the water more. Useful as this helmet I have on is, I do appreciate getting more chances to let my hair down.
The Marquinn turned out to be a creative soul who loves good times, not fond of boredom. His hangout had the head of a magma dragon… Impressive! I had some difficulty going up the flight of stairs. It took DDOS and Uravas to help, and they had no problem lifting me whatsoever! Such a gentleman and an automaton! Once we introduced ourselves to the Marquinn, we had a relatively easy time convincing him of the splendors of indoor entertainment - on the surface. Several of us attempted to entertain him. I did my part, though it turns out my playing hand is a bit awkward if I am to deal. The Daring Duke of ‘Splosions, or DDOS, went ham on Sabelle with its gun as a means of incredible display, and… We almost lost someone in the name of peaceful negotiations. Regardless, we were able to appease The Marquinn. One down, and left behind were separate messes of spilled blood and a bit of water from the maneuver to get me upstairs (less so down). I think I discovered my new worst enemy.
The Lundwin, an old man lacking manners, was our next individual. The path to his throne was lit in a fancy purple. His guards worked in pairs, looking like death both on the outside and in. Once we got to the elder, we introduced ourselves, and the old man had nothing but insults for our names. I mean, Kora Caroli? Could someone please explain to me how food comes to mind? Stars, sure, but food?!... Interpreting his words, the man was a bona fide merchant. For him to collaborate, he needed us to break down how an investment with the coalition could earn him an immediate profit. Silver, as it turns out, would be quite useful for tending to Dero crystals. With this and the promise of diversity among the many ancestries in Onadbyr, we achieved some way of compromise.
After our negotiations were resolved, we were able to hand a letter from the Lundwin to the Dero in-between, and we headed back to Guardian Ambassador Drake, triumphant. With our hard-earned reward, we parted ways and returned to our respective residencies. Surely I cannot be the only one who needs to bathe after prolonged exposure to that dusty air. After that, a night on the town awaits!