On the prowl (Ithea)

[Merc]

"Yeah, got it. I assume we're flying that way?" Ithea asks, pointing towards the island with her glaive. "Not sure how close I managed to get us, could be a different town, but hopefully it's the right one."

[Anastasia]

As you get a view, you see the oceans are not empty. Boats of what looks to be black stone float on the magma, with sails ablaze as they travel along. They're mostly going to the left side of the island, back and forth.

"Simplest," Simmer says, "We could've gone to a settlement on a shore and bought passage on a boat, but no point."

"On guard," Hanna warns, "If they lean to evil, my presence may well provoke them. So will Balyss if any know of Selune." She hefts her axe and takes to the air.

[Merc]

"Don't worry, I don't plan on becoming toast in Magma," Ithea remarks as she follows.

[Anastasia]

From here the party takes to the air, flying right along. As you approach, you see the buildings are all fairly utilitarian in design. Not much decoration, with function over form dominating. Great giants of red and fire walk the streets as you approach from above, each a towering, powerful specimen. 

Balyss whistles, "Gonna be hard dealing with the locals," she murmurs, "But we'll manage."

[Merc]

Ithea just nods as she searches for a good spot to land. Or any signs of a valeoloth, though it probably wouldn't be something they'd have the luck to just spot from above. One can always hope though!

[Anastasia]

There's plenty of too big streets or roofs to land on. An alley big as a street in a human sized city is the landing spot of choice, the party coming on down. "So let's go find a valeoloth," Balyss says.

[Merc]

Ithea lands in one of the alleyways. "Too bad we couldn't just spot him from the sky. Not really sure where to start. Some seedy giant tavern?"

[Anastasia]

"We could," Balyss seconds, "Or just try our luck on the streets."

Simmer sniffs the air, "Whichever you prefer," she says, "It's not like we're getting away from the giants here."

[Merc]

Ithea shrugs and heads to the street, looking at the giants around to try and figure out who might look like he has answers. Or if she can even tell them apart enough to figure something like that out.

[Anastasia]

Spot check.

[Merc]

[00:39] <Merc> roll d20+51 spot
[00:39] <Kobot> Merc rolled d20+51 spot --> [ 1d20=15 ]{66}

[Anastasia]

The streets are full of giants, most dressed surprisingly well. No furs and crude armor here, but well made clothes and skillfully forged armors. There's also lesser beings with them. Usually humanoids or the like, carrying things or following a giant.

You notice some are dressed better than others. Some have jewelry or other signs of wealth, such as circlets, inlaid or bejeweled weapons and so forth. They tend to have more humanoids trail them as well.

[Merc]

"Hrm... Some sort of giant upper class?" Ithea mutters.

[Anastasia]

"Of course," Hanna steps forward, returning a few looks your way with a steely, unflinching gaze. "It's only natural for them."

[Merc]

Ithea blinks. "It is?"