"Ask a simple question and still don't know the answer through your relgious whatever it is. So I will take it as you like her.  Don't think you can trust her. Just a hunch. You like feathers? I don't swing that way." Kael flips his wings out as he drops down and soars into the sky. He looks down, letting the air flow across his body.

16:06, Today: Kael Shadowclaw rolled 9 using 1d20+3.  Perception

"I know some of the city but it is large. If you know how to get there lead the way." Bron shifted uncomfortably as he looked down at the body and then at people passing by in the street only 20 feet away.

Then follow me, folks, he says, for we have a bit of a trip to take.
He begins walking, leading the way through the trade quarter of the city.  Even as it is getting late, street vendors and merchants are trying to get last minute sales before they shut down their stalls or storefronts, and more people are trickling into the various taverns and public houses, filled with the smell of spilled ale, roasting meats, and simmering Forever Stews, and, of course, the constant drone of illegible conversations.  Here, the storefronts, and other establishments, are kept in good repair, catering to those who have enough cpin to spend on things not considered necessary to survival.  And, lamplighters can be seen to fill the lanterns, set on posts along the streets, with oil and light them, before moving on to the next.
It begins to happen slowly gradually, as they continue.  As the sun fades, and the sky fades towards reds and yellows, the buildings begin to look, not older, but less well-maintained.
As the smell of water begins to become noticeable, the buildings around them become more alum-like.  Not all the lamps are lit, and the troops seen are younger, less professional looking, with a few grizzled vets scattered amongst them.  As they approach the docks, the people around them appear rougher-looking, more cut-throat, than before.
Be careful here, Javin advises.  The people here are not the polished and polite sorts you find in the trade district.

Numerous ships were tied to the docks. The ward seemed to be separated between merchant vessels and the rest, the personal ships and fishing vessels. The merchant ship area was by far the largest, a sign of a still healthy economy. And yet in another sign of the times a good number of the slits were taken with military transport ships.

Henma’s Fist was a three mast barquentine. She was solid and ship shaped. Her masts were worn but strong and her sails were such a bright white as to appear new. Lanterns hung from brass mounts along the superstructure. No crew could be seen above deck.

Closer along the pier was an Ocelean military transport. Three rough looking men says on crates on the pier in front of the gangplank. Each was dressed in dark blue leathers and had a set of manacles on one hip and a truncheon on the other. Two large crossbows leaned against the crates. The third man kept his hand holding upright a wood and metal pole contraption.

The owlin drops down on top of the mast, watching the odd group. He preens his feathers for a moment. He tilts his head at a odd angle and focuses for a moment on the three men then slips behind a mast.

21:15, Today: Kael Shadowclaw rolled 13 using 1d20+3.  Perception.

21:14, Today: Kael Shadowclaw rolled 22 using 1d20+8.  Stealth

Descalceus silently judges the men of  Ocel, his smile disappearing, and his half-naked walk becoming more a proud display of freedom that, in his experience, only a faithful Vareene exemplifies. The Sky Gods know how many crimes Ocel has committed against his tribe and fellow children of the gods. He shakes his head at the intrusive thoughts, taking a deep breath of the salty air and tells his new friends, “There is nothing quite like the winds through the sacred blooms of the Great Adwys Forest this time of year. However, these waters may become my fourth favorite scent.”

With a skip in his step, the aasimar’s ghostly halo is slightly more visible as he clutches the holy symbol hanging on his bare chest. Descalceus genuflects with his free hand behind Bron and Javin’s heads respectively, praying, “Blessed Althea, Avenging Angel, let thy transcendent wisdom of mercy and justice be our Emboldening Bond. Stay high!”

Descalceus maintained his new friends’ pace, enjoying the wooden sensations of the docks beneath his bare feet, and the holy symbol of his deity in his hand.
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Not sure if he has met any of three soldiers, as he has given many medical aid in his time in the city, Javin simply nods his head in recognition as he passes by them.

Though the soldiers did not seem familiar to Javin they stood and saluted him as he passed. The look of suspicion they had given the other two eased as they save him. Still, as they returned to their crates one of them kept an eye on Descalceus and Bron. The other two set about returning to their game, laughing and shouting.

The bird flies down after a few moments and lands on Des's shoulder "Your girl is here." He flaps his wings, probably hdding the man. He whisper something to Des as well.

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Javin just nods at the guards in recognition, no longer feng it necessary to return salutes, since he is out of the army now.  However, he notes the their initial looks to his companions, and the continued gaze as the travel onward to the ship.

Finally ending the struggle of getting one of Kael's white feathers out of his mouth, Descalceus steps up between Bron and Javin and speaks in a hushed tone that carries.

"Veterans, I am duty bound to act upon revelation. Kael scouted ahead and saw members of the Brass Cat audience are chained within this Ocel boat. Javin, if their boat is marked as a prison ship, I must try to give hope to the captives. But if not, I must then preach redemption to their captors. Then, I will go onto Henma's Fist. Is theirs a prison ship?

The cleric does not break their stride.

"Who is Kael? I want to mess him up. Or something." The owlin looks over his shoulder at the cleric. And the look he gives well nevermind. It just looks like a look. Owl "Right. Preaching won't get them free. But if you want, go for it. This'll be funny." Kael flies up into the air and scouts the area, keeping clear of the military ship. He does land on the mast of the other ship and seems to dissapear. Maybe.

I can't see myself. I am Kael!
14:35, Today: Kael Shadowclaw rolled 4 using 1d20+3.  Perception.
14:34, Today: Kael Shadowclaw rolled 20 using 1d20+8.  Stealth
14:47, Today: Kael Shadowclaw rolled 5 using 1d20+1.  Deception
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Bron nodded to Descalceus. "That is definitely a prison ship. I have seen their kind before. I heard they take them to an island to the South." He slowed his stride to see what Descalceus would do.

The aasimar cleric grins, flexing both arms into fists for a gesture of strength.

"Gods will it..!", he exclaims without being loud. "I shall request audience to pray for them all..." Descalceus begins walking the dozen or so yards diagonal space across from the Henma's Fist on the boardwalk.

"...According to the protocols of the Temple of the Sky Gods, to which Ocel must also obey. I have a brief tract to read. Althea will have her souls." He genuflects with a joyful countenance and approaches the trio of Ocel's soldiers.
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Javin smacks his hand against his forehead.  He hisses, Damnable priest!  You are going to get us all chained up with them!  Then we can do them no good at all!
He attempts to catch up to the cleric in hopes of pulling him back to the direction they had been headed.

Descalceus lets out a frustrated grunt, turning right back around on his third step after the first two words. He fidgeted with his amulet and gently put his free hand on Javin's shoulder, continuing the path to the Brightwater ship.

There was frustration in the whisper of his voice. "No, I will not jeopardize our sacred ride! Yes, I would flip their little table and whip them into the afterlife. But my calling is to be Althea's cleric of peace. That is the Avenging Angel's ultimate dominion, and my purpose."

Descalceus takes a deep breath of the salty sea breeze. "I'm sorry." He says, moving forward.
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One guard stood while holding onto the staff device. the others watched.  He took two steps from behind the crate. "A priest huh? You travel with strange company."

He stroked his chin with his free hand.  After a moment’s thought he stepped aside. "Do your duties, their souls could use blessings." He locked gazes with Descalceus and continued, "They are traitors of the church. They have a Duty to payback for their faithlessness."

After moving further aside he sized the others of the group on the pier up and down.

I will be sure he doesn't do anything.... untoward to any young ladies, Javin tells the guard sarcastically with a small and quick wink.

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The guard do step aside to let Descalceus through to board the ship and talk to the prisoners. The three guards did not seem as ease and kept eyeing their weapons but they made no hostile moves.
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I think everyone else should wait here for now, Javin says before he follows the priest aboard the ship.

Bron looks at himself in confusion as the only person left of "everyone else". He tried to break the awkward silence by asking them about their game but they ignored him.

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The guards looked around carefully while waiting. The one is the staff device clung to it tightly.

Where is the owlin? The Shadowclaws? Who knows!

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