On the road from Gunvorton to Scalvoristown, Kalortah was traveling among a group of caravaners, who were sending lumber from Darbyton into Scalvoris Proper for some construction or another. Kalortah felt it was as good an opportunity as he could hope for, to make his way to Scalvoris and bury the hatchet with his family. The sensation of wanting to make peace with them had come over him in the recent days, and he thought it might be a good time for it.
There was a chill in the air, a terrible chill that froze the ground beneath him. So on leaving Gunvorton, he put on his cold-weather wear, that he’d
purchased from the clothier in Melrath.
The outfit consisted of a shirt of black wool, and fine leather breeches of the same color. Over the shirt, a vest of shiny cloth of bronze in silk, fastened with bronze buttons. Over that, the thick long jacket of burgundy velvet. It was lined with cloth of bronze, silk trim, and trimmed at the collar and shoulders with a mantle of bronze sable fur. For his feet, he wore a pair of fine black leather boots, etched and molded with various bird-inspired designs. These too were lined with the bronze sable, to keep his feet warm. Over his wing limbs, he wore a light valance that was nevertheless lined with bronze sable fur, covering his wings to keep the joints from freezing in the cold of flight.
He nevertheless walked along with the rest of the caravaners, for safety if nothing else, as they trod the chilled roads from Gunvorton. Kalortah suffered from a nagging boredom at the moment, it almost nagged at his senses like a bad infection. He realized soon that he was getting bored of the other caravaners’ company. Thus, by chance, he looked skyward for something, anything interesting. Something other than the very plain daughter that the caravan captain and master called ‘Princess’.
It was then, on the sky, he spotted a large flying creature sailing in the direction of East, toward Sweetwine Woods. Suddenly beset by an almost overwhelming urge to follow, that’s just what he did. Curious, and compelled by the sudden boredom that had fallen on him, Kalortah decided to leave his caravaners on a whim. Although he’d paid the master for the privilege of traveling with them, he couldn’t abide their company anymore, and leapt to sail into the air, catching the wind on his wings easily. The biting cold was bad, but not as much as it would’ve been had his wings been entirely naked, without valance.
So he followed after those large creatures, trailing slightly for his lack of speed in comparison to them, but still keeping them in sight. As he flew over the Sweetwine Woods, he noticed some turtles in Old Tuck’s run, that were somewhat out of the ordinary. The turtles were blue and white, with a snow-flake pattern on their shell. Interested in that sight, yet not enough to land just there, he continued following behind the large fliers he was trailing.
He kept his eyes skyward and all around, sighting the air currents on the wind in order to make navigating them easier. Soon enough, he saw them alighting to a ground that was free of snow, yet ensconced in mist.
He alighted to the ground, a safe distance from the large creatures that he now saw bore a few people along their backs. Kalortah strode up to them, holding his hands up to signal his peaceful intentions.
”So… What are you all doing in this neck of the woods?” he said, his voice breaking uncharacteristically in the cold air. He nearly hiccuped, in shock that his voice had done something he hadn't intended. At that, he took a swig of a skin of honey water, that was in his satchel. Equally surprisingly, he was able to maintain his discipline in the wake of that failure.
Failed & Succeeded & Objectives
Used Princess, Sail, and Infection.
Used the phrase Suddenly beset by an almost overwhelming urge to...
Voice cracked: Singing Fail
Kept his composure: Discipline Success in the wake of failure and embarassing himself.
Described Journey
Saw a snowflake turtle?
Notable equipment and stuff.
The described cold weather outfit.
(Worn over his clothing) Bardic Light Plate: On his feet, he wore brown cobalt sabatons, fashioned in the shape of a hawk’s talons. A pair of gauntlets were fixed around his gloved hands, the same material as the sabatons. Around his chest, he wore an elaborately decorated cuirass of the same bronze cobalt, with feathered detailing on its surface, mimicking the breast of a grand hawk. A skirt of fauld, made from brown cobalt hung from the cuirass' girdle, hanging as low as his knees. Wrapped around his neck was a gorget, detailed with a feathered sculpted look to it. His arms were protected by strapped, padded sleeves, as were his legs.
(Hung from a string around his neck) Whistle-Wood Ocarina: A small whistle-wood ocarina. It has a low-level ability to influence a crowd, but is linked to the musician’s intent. It promotes a general feeling of upbeat-ness in those who hear it. This can be easily resisted but, if gone with allows for a feel-good sensation to stay with one who has listened to this instrument for the remainder of the day.
(In his satchel) Minstrel's Songbook: This book exists as one that may store an infinite amount of knowledge of songs, stories, and music for the wielder to explore. While the pages feel as if merely a high-quality parchment, all of the contents of the book are a little bit magical, and may be experienced in various ways. Kalortah may turn a page and find that there are no words, but instead an image. This image can tap into a well spring of inspiration and imagination, and play fanciful sounds and visions into the reader's mind. Kalortah may guide his fingertip over a mere word, and entire paragraphs will consume the page of the book, retracting when he is done with them.
(Sheathed in his belt) An average steel long saber.
(In his satchel) A small harp which accompanies Kal when he sings, if he wishes it. It plays exactly what he wishes in order to maximise his performance - never more beautiful than his voice, but a perfect accompaniment to I
