Missing gryphon [OPEN | Backdated to during the opening log]

[tailforbrains]

HEY! If anybody finds a black gryphon hatchling, uh, please bring him to me? I can't find him!

[She's trying hard not to sound worried, except it's failing a lot, because not only does she sound worried, she sounds panicked.]

... or a black anything, really, cuz last time he was a six-limbed mutant thing, so I guess he could be something else. But I want to make sure he's not drowned or on a pirate ship or anything, okay? So just-- you know-- let me know!

[So what everyone should be looking for, in fact, is a little black monkey. He can swim perfectly well, and he'll probably be making quite a squall. He's just too far from Neeshka for her to hear him.]

Comments

[pseudologist]

On the up side, he wouldn't drown. He might even be a flying fish.

[tailforbrains]

Okay, you're just making fun of me, now.

[pseudologist]

Not at all! The fish near Seheron nest in the mangrove trees during mating season. Nasty little bastards - a school of them can flay an ogre to the bone inside of thirty seconds.

Let's hope your friend isn't one of those.

[tailforbrains]

Wow, hey, you're the first person I've talked to who's mentioned ogres. You aren't from Faerun, too, are you?

[Hopeful question, there, only a minor distraction from the issue of her missing pet.]

[pseudologist]

Never heard of it. I'm from a sunny little world called Thedas - magic, dragons, and all the darkspawn you can shoot. Not all that different from Dolorosa, really, except it isn't as friendly.

[tailforbrains]

Yeah, never heard of that, either, but we have dragons in Faerun, too. And probably a lot of stuff that would count as darkspawn.

[Not from home, anyway. Damn. And he sounds so familiar, too, though she hasn't placed from where yet.]

Anyway, uh, I'm Neeshka. I'm a tiefling. That means my grandpa or somebody was a demon.

[pseudologist]

I used to think my grandfather was a demon. Turned out it was just digestive troubles - a bad poisoning in his youth. Word to the wise: if a carta member you're in hock to offers you a drink, don't drink it.

[There's a gloss of tension underneath the flippancy. Demons are traditionally Very Bad News, after all, though having seen the overreaction of some of the Chantry's finest, he's not entirely certain how seriously he should take her explanation.

For all he knows, that's her world's way of explaining magical ability.]

[tailforbrains]

Sure, I'll remember that. I mean, it's kind of smart not to drink stuff people are offering you anyway, when you owe them money, so. Easy enough.

[She lets him think whatever he wants, for now, in regards to the demon thing. It's not like he'll see the horns and tail until the next time they're in liminal space, anyway.]

Well, I guess if you spot my gryphon, whatever he looks like now... or something you think might be him... let me know?

[pseudologist]

True, but you'd be surprised just how few people who get themselves in deep with violent criminal organizations have common sense.

I'll keep an eye out for any strange black creatures. Maybe we should find him a collar when you get him back. Something nice and distinctive. With bells on it.

[tailforbrains]

Heh, maybe. I guess if the Trumps can change our clothes and our shapes and our brains, they can change his collar to fit no matter where he is. I'll, uh, have to figure out how to get one. When he's himself, anyway.

[pseudologist]

When you put it that way, messere, it all sounds incredibly disturbing.

[And always has, but he rarely admits that outside of flippancy.]

I'm sure someone here knows how to sew.

[tailforbrains]

Hells, I know how to sew. Not all that great, but I can do it. I was more worried about getting the stuff to do it with to that liminal space place.

[pseudologist]

Ask someone who can bring along souvenirs. There are a few people who know that trick.

[tailforbrains]

... oh, hey, I can... do that, too, actually. I've got this invisible carrying thing that took the place of my bad of holding. It's really cool. It can't hold a ton, but I haven't exactly been adding much to it. It's not like gold from the gryphon cities is going to spend in a tower school, though I suppose the couple coins I saved might spend here.

If, uh. There were anywhere to spend them.

[pseudologist]

Gold spends everywhere. Sometimes, you just have to find the right sort of moneychanger. And as for here, where there's ships, there's commerce.

Just don't let on you have a hefty purse until you get the lay of the land, so to speak.

[tailforbrains]

It's not really that hefty, unless you count potions as money. And even then, they'd have to count for a lot, I don't have that many.

[pseudologist]

Messere, in a place with limited supplies and few healers, a stable potion can be worth its weight in gold.