Day 123 [OPEN]

[bastionmods]

Who: Everyone
Open: Open
When: Day 123
Where: All over the Bastion
What: Obligatory "We just got more people/survived a hellish experience" mingle log!
Format: Your choice!
Warnings: Shouldn't be any?

[So the past few days in the Bastion have been very hectic and a little more than emotionally stressful for everyone. About two days have come and gone since the last very large batch of arrivals have come in to the Bastion, and thankfully since then it's been relatively quiet. It's a good time to compress, meet some new people and maybe have some good food at the distillery courtesy of Rin.]

Comments

[wayofvoice]

They are the glittering gems that you find upon the Skyway, often dropped by the beasts there. Give enough to the Bastion and it will give back. That is what I have been told.

[A low rumbling noise comes from deep in his throat.]

I am going to attempt to bring back creatures from my home of Skyrim soon.

[orzelbialy]

Ah, those. I'm afraid that the only time I saw them, we were fleeing for our lives from a creature that had injured our companion badly.

[The information earns a bit of a wide-eyed stare, though.]

Is such an amazing thing truly possible?

[If it was, then Viola could have her goats back. It would be a small comfort from home for her.]

[wayofvoice]

It is what I have heard.

[orzelbialy]

That is incredible. So much destroyed and yet we can bring back pieces of our home if we give enough to the Bastion.

[It was nothing short of a miracle in Frederic's mind.]

So if I requested say... a piano, I could have one? So long as I have enough of these shards?

[wayofvoice]

I would imagine it would be possible.

[Paarthurnax shifts his head from side to side, cracking his neck a bit.]

If you would care to see them, I venture out onto the Skyway each day to nir, hunt. I could take you with me, if you are strong of stomach, to see these shards.

[orzelbialy]

It was dangerous, but I'm no stranger to such things. The last place I inhabited, albeit temporarily, was rife with creatures that saw fit to attack us over fleeing. We simply weren't properly prepared last time.

[A wry smile crossed the man's lips at that, admittedly with a bit of possibly misplaced pride in the simple fact that being in Polka's world had given him fantastical powers that were otherwise impossible where he was originally from.]

I may not look it, but I am capable of battle.

[wayofvoice]

Then it would be all the less trouble for me.

[orzelbialy]

In that case I would love to join you on the Skyway.

[wayofvoice]

I will look forward to it. Tomorrow, then, when the skies clear.

[orzelbialy]

I will look forward to it as well.

[ANd in the mean time, he would continue to write in preparation for the day when he could put that music to keys once more.]