(Also they do seem to have eyebrows and/or eyelashes, which to my knowlege would make no sense on reptiles except as part the drawing style, same as above. Or maybe lizzardfolk aren't fully reptilian (hey it's fantaisy they can be whatever))
> Vivian: Look for opportunity! If your deadbeat brother can find a lady who will pay for him, then you should be able to find someone who'll give you what you need! If you've got the talent for it, maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to wow the crowd!
>also quick anatomy question, lizards arn't mammals, so why is vivian covering up her chest? I mean it's not like she has boobs right?
When you arrived to the city you noticed that all human females covered their chests, so you thought it is a popular thing to do here. You do not really know why, though.
No thank you, you like this loincloth. It is light and breezy and keeps the authorities from trying to arrest you for “indecent exposure” (whatever that means).
>Vivian is covering her chest because she is a Culture Traitor, trying to act like a mammal in order to fit into the human-dominated society here in the Capital. For shame! Changing your name and dressing like one of them, for what? What do you get in return for sacrificing your lizard swampfolk identity?
Cripes, now you are starting to sound like that two-bit rabble rouser Ozan. Every now and then he and his cronies try to rile people against human oppression, but no-one in their right mind takes them seriously.
Which is why you are worried for your brother. He has always been an impressionable kid.
>well you were the one to get angry at him. if you want him to be nice to you, you gotta be nice to him. give both of you some time to cool down and maybe try talking it out with a level head.
You are nothing but nice to him! Sure you had to get a little physical there but he made you do it, so it is all his fault. He is such a child.
> Vivian: Look for opportunity! If your deadbeat brother can find a lady who will pay for him, then you should be able to find someone who'll give you what you need! If you've got the talent for it, maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to wow the crowd! >Heck the lady, if she's interested in lizardfolk, could have been a possible sponsor for your weaving if you had bothered putting a better first impression.
Although...you have to admit that it annoyed you to see him doing pretty well on his own and without you. It does not feel fair that after all you have done to guide him he stumbles into success through dumb luck and that awful racket he calls music. Besides, what does that woman even see in him in the first place?
Thinking of Celeste makes you slap yourself for the second time in short succession. She looked well off and could have been helpful if you had handled that entire situation with even a smidgen of tact or base civility. You cannot keep letting your temper get the better of you!
> Honnestly he seems to be doing fine and that's one less mouth to feed for you for now, try to be happy for him and hope it'll last. >Well, at least he isn't freeloading at YOUR house, wasting YOUR time, and spending YOUR money. That's gotta be a plus, right? > Forget about him, you'll know he'll be back when the money runs out, he's never been good with money. >Human females are fascinated by the wild & primitive music of the swamp. It's no wonder Klexo has gotten some human floozy to latch onto him. >That poor human female, she is to fair and beautiful to be mingling with such foul creatures. >Vivian: You can only hope he scams her for as much money as he can before the spell wears off. >Decide to tolerate his music for now on >Maybe your friendship will return that way
Anyway, Kleeko is now out of your life and off your back for the time being so you should be happy for him and Celeste. Of course it will not last because he will find a way to ruin...whatever it is they have going on, and sooner or later he will come crawling back home. In fact you feel a little sorry for Celeste already. She seems like a sweet girl who has become charmed by your brother’s weird animal magnetism - or perhaps she just has a very poor taste in music - and she does not deserve to have her heart broken by him.
You idly fantasize what you could do if he manages to swindle a sizeable amount of money off her, but immediately feel bad for doing so. Thinking such thoughts about someone you hardly know is just mean spirited!
In the end you make a halfhearted promise to yourself to be more tolerant of his art from now on - not that you expect that he will appreciate the gesture you are willing to make, but you consider it a start.
>Well Vivian nothing to do about it but bury those feelings deep inside, and get back to business. >Keep looking, what haven't you done yet? >The Business of Begging, of course.
You push your fears and worries into a tiny ball in the pit of your stomach. You can always go through them in the night instead of sleeping, but now you need to focus on more pressing matters.
THE HIGH TEMPLE
The place is packed with pilgrims slowly milling in and out of the main doors, filling the square with a mixture of jubilant piety and carnival spirit. It would take hours to wait for your turn on the charity lane, and getting trampled while doing so is a real possibility so you decide to cut in line. You crawl up a stuccoed wall, scamper along rain gutters and over the roof of church administration building, clinging from conveniently placed balustrades...
...and just like that with some of that famous lizardfolk spirit you have saved yourself a world of trouble.
>you arn't doing anything illegal right? and they can't prove you were trying to cut in line, so all you need to worry about is racism! >roll 1d20 and add your charisma modifier to bluff persuade the guard.
Vivian: Welp, time to use some of that famous lizardfolk agility to scurry away from those orc guards and their horrible sense of fashion! >Urban explore the heck outta here.
This is the place where you wanted to be, running away now would be counterproductive!
Besides, he looks kinda cool...
>Pocket Sand >It's called 'Urban Exploration' you nit, it's the hot new craze that's sweeping the nation. >you arn't doing anything illegal right? and they can't prove you were trying to cut in line, so all you need to worry about is racism!
You do not even have pockets to start with so you need to obfuscate by some other way.
“Me no speak humanese good?” “Neither do Thog. Still, even poor humanese a solid basis for commu nications!” “I was just exploring! I mean having exercise! What the cool kids are doing! You can’t prove anything!” “Thog has good eye, see you scurry, see you tiptoe, very suspicious! “But I didn’t do anything illegal!” “See the sign ‘No Cutting In Line’? Very important! There is order in house of god, everybody follows!” “Oh come on, you’re just picking on me now because you’re an orc!”
“Hey lady, that’s uncalled for! I’m just trying to do my job here okay?” “...What happened to Thog this and Thog that?” “Oh that’s just for ambiance, playing the part you know? I’m really a theatre major and this guard gig is just to pay the bills.”
>The crowd almost crushed me against the wall, this is all I could do to stay safe! >Vivian: "What was I doing? Trying to avoid being trampled!" >roll 1d20 and add your charisma modifier to bluff persuade the guard. >Quick, try to look adorable. And not edible!
“I sincerely apologize. Back there I was so terrified that I would get crushed, I’m very small and fragile and there were so many people…” “Aw sheesh lady, it’s not that I don’t sympathise but the rules are pretty strict around here.“ “But I almost died, and who will look after my little sisters? They need me!” “Fine, stay close to me and I’ll guide you through the mob. But just this once!” “Thank you ever so much! You are very different from the other orcs I’ve met (no offense). I’m Vivian, pleased to meet you!” “Thaddeus J. Morgendorf. And let’s not make a habit out of this okay?” “Haha, human names can sound so weird!” “...It’s my actual orcish birth name.”
>Vivian: Follow Thad (can you call him Thad? Or does he prefer Thaddeus?) into the crush of worshippers, try to ask him about his acting career, it sounds very interesting! >Thaddeus seems like a nice fellow, you should chat with him. Also apologize and thank him, this is an awfully nice thing he's doing for you.
“So, Thad, what-” “My friends can call me Thad.” “Great! Thad, why-” “You’re not my friend.” “Oh. Um. Anyway, how does an orc become an actor? I thought you people are more, haa, what’s the word…” “Barbaric?” “I meant nomadic. You’re avoiding my question, Thaddeus!” “I was not born in some yurt on the savannah. I’m a third generation city dweller. My parents are craftsmen. I have an education. I have never pillaged nor looted in my life, despite the whole ‘being an orc’ thing.” “I’m sorry, but-” “Look lady, how would you feel if I assumed that you’re a hick from the swamps just because you’re a lizardperson?” “But I am-” “Can we just drop this subject okay?”
that went better than expected. >Vivian: Try not to say any more semi/full-on racist things to the orc.
You try to come up with something that would not rile him up, but instead you end up walking in silence. The orc pushes through the sea of believers, parting the crowd ahead of you like an icebreaker. Most of them are humans with their friends and families, well fed and smiling looking towards the happy occasion of receiving the blessings of their god. Among them but set apart mill the mendicants, a ragged bunch of every kind and race hoping for the charity of their betters. Begging is strictly forbidden in the temple itself, so they have to wait patiently for the alms administrators to pass by. By the looks of it some of them have been here for hours, so you consider yourself fortunate to be escorted so.
You are not very familiar with the human religion. You know that the Church is officially sanctioned by the empire, and while other creeds are tolerated they are looked down upon. In your experience their faith is pretty big on light and being condescending towards everyone who is not a human.
>Peacefully get guided to your destination >Thaddeus: Mention a daring new musical with a Jasm score which you've heard rumors about and SO TOTALLY want to be in. >Vivian: Pretend not to know what that is.
You end up in a quiet spot by the wall of the main chamber next to the entrance to the administrative wing, which makes it a good place for waiting for the dignitaries to arrive. Thaddeus stands there by your side, scanning the mass of people ambling by in an orderly fashion, hesitating for a moment before speaking.
“It was jasm. I was headed for a military career - by the god I have the aptitude for it - but then I heard the music. It was entirely new sound, wild and strong, and I just knew I had to part of it, part of the whole thing, the whole happening.” “Oh. I wouldn’t know anything about that!” “Walk the streets, then. You can feel the new rhythm in young people, see the new style of living in their eyes. Doesn’t matter if you’re human or not, jasm is the same for everyone!” “So you’re a musician, too?” “Nope, can’t play neither fiddle nor flute. But there’s this lovely musical production-” “STOP THIS INSTANT!”
“Guard! I demand that you stop hassling that poor, wretched lizard creature! The blessings of our lord belong to everyone, even if they’re small and horrible like her!” “But I wasn’t-” “But he wasn’t-” “Tut tut, no naysaying! Her divine highness is gracing you with her presence, behave like you deserve it! Now be a sport and share with me what ails you in your indubitably dreadful life?”
☂> At the moment, getting your conversation interrupted so rudely. At large, (You should probably say this quickly, if at all.) ♟> You need to pay rent soon, and you, have no money. 🎵> (You could also ask for help with employment so you can stop coming here, but they'd just give you a job with them, if they can even do that. And the amount of smug in the air here would be enough to choke you should you have to come here that often.)