GM Roycilo |
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30th of Erastus, Midday:
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The 30th of Erastus is Founder's Day; the celebrated anniversary of the founding of the kingdom. It's not actually known what day the kingdom was founded on, so instead the country celebrates the birthday of Althamar's founder, the hero Althalus.
You are sitting in the town square in Dromston. the mayor of the city has officially announced the start of Founder's Week, a week-long celebration not found anywhere else in the country. Everyone realizes it is just an excuse to get more tourists and off-duty soldiers to spend their money here, but the festival is always so entertaining no one seems to mind.
There are booths all up and down both sides of the street. Vendors are hawking everything from food, to arms, to clothing; even the occasional magic item. Crowds are milling about, and people from all over are excitedly running to and fro.
You spot Joram, the retired paladin and part-time deputy to the sheriff of Dromston, watching the children run with a grandfatherly look upon his face. He's a human man, pushing 60, with stark-white hair. He's wearing his ceremonial armor, but is carrying live steel.
Across the way is the booth for most celebrated event this festival, a traveling circus that timed their passing through to the carnival. They are set up in a series of large pavilion tents, in an empty lot adjacent to the Hare's Shanty.
The Hare's Shanty is a dive bar frequented by men of ill-repute, and women of even iller intent. It's decidedly the worst drinking establishment in the city, but has been around longer than the rest. Since it is a piece of local history, it tends to get a pass from the constabulary. It has occupied the same building on the main drag for six generations.
And, lastly, walking up the road is the mayor's son, Nathern Donsden, the heir to the Donsden trade empire. He is dressed, as always, in an outfit that probably cost over 50 gold pieces. While Nathern is something of a spoiled rich kid, he isn't a terrible individual. In a blatant display of wealth, he has hired three men to walk behind him handout out sweets to children, and occasionally tossing copper pieces into crowds.
The festival is in full swing, and the weather is fine. A bright summer day, with enough clouds to take the edge off. Music and laughter rings across the city. As for entertainment, there's lots to be found. Exotic and inviting smells waft from food stands, townsfolk roar in excitement as they watch people spar with blunted weapons, professional dancers draw the eyes to the stage. There's a fortune teller, and an illusionist who showcases incredibly detailed visages of exotic architecture and hilarious caricatures. There is even a Haidowshen Katana Demonstration later today.
Most of the festivities are still going for a few more hours, with the intention of ending at sundown. The day will end with a magic light show after full dark.
Acrobats and jugglers have been pouring out of the large, colorful pavilion tent. They are accompanied by people holding signs advertising the circus. The circus had been having shows all day, but the Grand Cryptic Extravaganza show was tonight. It is the talk of the town. Once this parade was spilled forth, many of the carnival games switched from their original prizes, to tickets for the big show.
Feel free to place yourself in the scene. You can be in the Hare's Shanty, just outside, or somewhere completely different. You don't have to meet at the tavern, but it certainly would be a bit tropey.
Kearra |
Smoke, stale beer, sex, and testosterone. The Hare's Shanty reeked of it. To Kearra, it smells like...home. Even if she didn't smoke the pipe, she still loved the smell of it hanging in the air. These kinds of seedy taverns were always the best place to unwind after a long day in the pits. Kearra didn't do much fighting anymore but she still felt more at peace here than any mediation. Don't think Master Tueng would think much of moving the initiate training program hear. If you can meditate here, you can meditate anywhere I'd say.
Kearra laughs quietly at her own joke and orders another Northern ale as she sits at the bar. She was gonna have to remember this place if she ever came back to Dromston.
Varian Crestfallen |
The sound of bartering brings good memories to Varian, who walks among the people that dance around the booths.
He stands out, passing hwads and shoulders over most of the present, who let him walk with ease as his breastplate makes a telling sound of something big aproaching.
Stopping at a booth with a sign engraved "Finnean's Edges" he holds a finely crafted curved knife, judging it's craftmanship and weight. "Truly a wonderful work. How much do you ask for it, old Smith?" he says wishing to strike conversation with the Smith, as to better inquire without appearing threathening -something that sometimes happens when you are that big, despite any polite words or beautiful smiles-
Lotar Blackiron |
Before the barkeep of the Hare's Shanty stands a ruddy-faced dwarf, pointing and waving at the innkeeper as though lecturing a child. You need to double-hop this swill if it's not served within two weeks of kegging! Personally, I'd use the aromatic hops they grow by the Inland Sea - sure, they cost more, but they add a crispness that this drek sorely lacks. Have you no pride? Do you like for your beer to taste like watered-down horse piss?
Feckin' humans. Half of 'em wouldn't know good beer if they drowned in it. The other half wouldn't care.
Pasie Numari |
Pasie can be seen running down the street looking at all the wounderfull sight's that the carnival brings. Pushie fallows, never far behind but with a sour look on his face.
When pasie sees that the man in good looking cloths is handing out candy and MONEY he immediately gets all her attention.
"HEY! MR! HEY! HEY! HEY! MR! HEY! OVER HERE! HEY HEY HEY HEY!
GM Roycilo |
The bartender, sensing Kearra could handle her drink, smirked a little as he handed her a large mug of what looked like a Northern Stout.
"This is an extra Northern Stout. I think you'll like it."
He turns to face the new arrival, startled by his take on the local fare.
"Alrght, I can tell you know yer stuff. See that lady there?"
He points over at a sturdy looking half-orc woman.
"Tell me what she's drinking, and then we can talk shop. Prove your worth, as it were."
A Profession: Brewer Check would be fine, if you want to identify it from afar. Unless you can talk her into letting you smell/taste it, which will make the check to identify the brew much lower.
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Over at Finnean's Edges, Finnean Durmont smiled up at the large man assessing his wares.
"That knife there? It's a nice piece. Functional too. I've cut the prices on some of my less-frequent sellers for the Founder's Day Festival. Since you seem to have a discerning eye, let's say 8 silver?"
There is something of a commotion nearby, as a rich young man is tossing money around, along with some servants who are obviously (obvious to Varian, anyway) also his bodyguards. Nearby, there is a young child clamoring for money, and the rich gentleman gives her a handful of coppers.
"You be nice now, and have fun!"
He pats her on her head, as he moves away.
None of you four has to engage each other right now; just do what feels right.
Varian Crestfallen |
"Cut the prices you say? Where I come from talent is paid with pride, but talent coupled with patience and a good hand is paid with gold. Let's make it a piece, shall we?" he says with a smile as he produces a golden coin "Do you know, by any chance, where can I find Sir Joram? I heard he has been around for longer than most, and I would gladly accept some wise memories."
When he spots the nobleman's bodyguards he asks Finnean "I hope you don't mind the question... but is the town dangerous? One bodyguard would seem excesive, but three well trained -from what I can discern drom here- men seem suspicious."
Lotar Blackiron |
Lotar glances over his shoulder at the noise from the street, but keeps his focus on the bartender's challenge.
"Prove your worth, eh?"
He cranes his neck toward the half-orc.
Disgusting creature. Solid build, though...
Lotar is going to take a shot at identifying it from here. No sense in letting some swill-slinging human barkeep think he doesn't know exactly what he's talking about.
Profession(brewer): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Hmmm...
Looks like my standard dice are in effect. Unless that's such a spectacular failure that he's sure it's Western Red Ale, Lotar will move in closer and try to get in a whiff or a look without engaging the half-orc. Best not start a bar fight until we have to.
Profession(brewer): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Pasie Numari |
Pasie smiles at the handful of money she just received from the nice rich man. She doesn't particularly like nobility, but someone like that can't be all bad right?
Anyways, just how was she going to spend this money? "Hmmmm." her eye falls upon the Hare's shanty.
"Never had a drink like that... Whadya say pushie?"
Pushie |
"What do I think? I think its an awful idea. Remember last year how you nearly died from eating that hour old fish? You have no fortitude and I don't think it will be any different with drink. But of course you don't ACTUALLY care what I think... So let's go."
Melanie Alexandra Feathermoon |
"No I probably won't ever be as talented an illusionist as you are lady, but I would still value any advice you could offer. Anything at all. I just can't seem to make them make sound. How do you do it?"
Melanie looks harried, but focused as she questions an older woman near the illusionists show. Her manner is polite, although she's making no effort to be discrete.
GM Roycilo |
Finnean smiles at Varian's payment.
"I thank you for this, truly. Many people tend to let true craftsmanship go unnoticed. As for Sir Joram, that old charmer is just aways over there."
He points across the street at an older gentleman, smiling at everyone who meets his gaze.
"That's the goat now. He'll regale you with more tales that you can care to hear. I will give it to the man though, he does spin a fine yarn."
He yawns.
"As for that rich boy and his bodyguards, normally I'd say no. Dromston is as safe as anywhere in this kingdom, and that's saying something. The crime in Althamar is fairly non-existent. But all sorts of folks show up during the Festival. Joram once told me that we get more crime during the week of the Festival that the rest of your year combined! If you look close at that armor of his, well, it's not standard issue, but it will still stop a knife. And he is always carrying live steel. Ready for anything, that one."
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Back at the bar, Lotar is puzzled over the drink. Once he gets closer, however, he detects a mixture of scents that give away precisely what it is. The bartender served that half-orc good dwarven stout! The small dwarven population doesn't export much of what they brew, so this batch was probably purchased for the Festival. The other scent Lotar detects is the scent of Salty Gutweed Ferns, a plant native to the country to the North, Randragora. Salty Gutweed Fern are a plant with a juice that is occasionally added to alcohol. This extract almost entirely removes the taste and burn of the alcohol, leaving just the taste of the remaining ingredients. It is not commonly used in dwarven ale, as most dwarves find the idea of nullifying the taste of the alcohol rather counter-productive.
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The bartender looks up from watching a dwarf try to sniff a half-orc's beer, and see Pasie enter.
"Hey! Girl! You're a little young, aren't yah! Come over here, I'll get you a milk."
He leans over the bar, and pats a stool.
"Right here, kiddo!"
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Outside at the illusionist's booth, the illusionist is giving Melanie a death glare.
"A true illusionist never reveals their secrets! I can't tell you that! Now, stop asking!!"
She returns to her show. As the woman turns away, Melanie feels a tug on her sleeve.
It is a young girl, maybe five years of age. She giggles, and makes a "bend-down here" motion to Melanie.
Kearra |
I assume I'm the "sturdy Half-Orc woman." In which, *slaps Lotar* How dare you, good sir! I am not nearly as disgusting as your racism! :P
Kearra raises an inquisitive eyebrow as Lotar sniffs her stout. "May I help you, friend dwarf?" I've had creepy fans sniff me before but they were sniffing me, not my beer.
Pasie Numari |
Pasie feigns offense at the statement made by the barkeep. Giving him a shocked look she says "Why how DARE you! So do we all look like children to you?" She shakes her head at the man. Pulling her hair back to reveal pointed ears. "Tsk tsk tsk. Suppose I just have to take my business elsewhere... Shame to, Just came across all this copper and was planing on buying a little something for everyone."
All through the speech she is climbing onto a stool and sliding all the copper over the counter.
"Give everyone something that this all can afford please!"
Lotar Blackiron |
Ummm, yeah. Lotar's kinda racist. But hey, he's LITERALLY been living under a rock for most of his life.
Nice slap, though! Sharp, with a tinge of sass. Well done. Don't worry, living on the surface will continue to broaden Lotar's horizons, and in the short term there's dramatic tension - ooh! right? maybe.
Lotar looks at the battle-worn face raising an eyebrow at him. Not that you'd know the difference, but this barkeep- he jerks an accusative thumb toward the bartender- put Salty Gutweed Fern in your dwarven stout! Lotar's voice rises as he turns toward the barkeep. Now it sounds like garbage, and it is, BECAUSE IT TAKES AWAY THE TASTE OF THE ALCOHOL!
Arms akimbo, he shakes his head at the bartender, but just as he opens his mouth to admonish the bartender for the double crime of (a) serving good stout to a greenskin and (b) putting a SALTY FERN in beer without irony, a halfling gets up on a barstool and starts offering to buy drinks.
Lotar shuts his trap and waits for the bartender to make the next move.
This place is getting VERY interesting very quickly.
Kearra |
"Peace, friend. There is no need to shout. I could have told you he's not a good bartender. I ordered an ale and he gave me a stout. But I don't expected quality here. There's an indescribable character to places like this that make you forget the taste of the booze and just sink into it, y'know?"
GM Roycilo |
Good catch Kearra. The beer difference was subtle.
The bartender, flustered between being admonished by both a halfling and a dwarf at the same time, stands with his mouth agape.
"I...uh...that is to say...I didn't..."
He pauses for a moment, and catches his breath. He looks at Pasie.
"Yes ma'am, I'll get everyone a round on you. Thank you for your understanding."
He turns to Lotar.
"And sir, I'll have you know, the lady asked for a Northern Stout, and I gave her a special draft at no extra charge. That said, you are certainly an expert. I...really only dabble. Most of family are the brewers. That's why I tend the bar..."
He looks ashamed, and starts furiously pouring drinks for Pasie's round.
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The little girl giggles, and points behind a small curtain hung near the illusionist. Behind it, Melanie can see another two spellcasters working to provide sound for the spells.
She giggles again.
"No wonder she was so mean!"
She smiles up at Melanie.
Varian Crestfallen |
"It's a pleasure having stopped by your booth, Finnean, I hope our ways meet again. But I didn't even introduce myself, how rude from me! I'm Varian, Varian Crestfallen." says Varian before leaving to speak with the paladin.
Making his way through the people on the street, he keeps giving lazy gazes upon Nathern. [I] I don't like any man that goes around showing off... dishonorable."[/b]
When he arrives to Joram he puts his best smile and extends his hand for a handshake. "Sir Joram, I'm Varian Crestfallen. I've just arrived town and was hoping you could spare some time to speak with me. But judging by the general busyness I guess I should wait for a calmer moment. May we speak later?"
Pushie |
Moments after Pasie pays for the drinks Pushie finally makes his way into the tavern. He scans the room for dangerous looking folk as he always does when Pasie enters a new place with no caution.
Why was I destined to be bound to such a hyperactive little person... once he See's the drinks being poured all at once his face turns glum.
"Pasie... Did you... Well I suppose EATING is off the table this week...
Kearra |
Kearra was about to protest that she hadn't actually ordered a stout as she prefers to drink her alcohol rather than eat it but she's never turned down a free drink and she didn't plan to now.
She raised her glass in salute to Pasie. "To my friend at the end of the bar." With that she downed the entire glass.
Melanie Alexandra Feathermoon |
She steps closer to the curtain, her eyes darting between the girl and the others, then turns away reluctantly.
"I suppose I shall have to ask later. I thank you, young miss, for your humor and insight. I don't suppose I could offer you a view above the crowd? I'm tall enough for both of us, if you're willing to ride."
She grins, offering the child a chance to ride on her shoulders.
"Which way milady?"
Melanie carries the child around at the child's direction for a bit avoiding any obvious trouble, then sets the child down somewhere safe.
"There now. A fine day. I am the apprentice to old Kulgan, Melanie. It was a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for reminding me to have some fun."
She wanders a moment, stopping to listen to a bard, then moving towards the fortune teller's tent. She grins as she touches her sash, then ducks inside.
"Well, then I shall have to tour alone. Be well young miss. I am Kulgan's apprentice Melanie, it was a pleasure to meet you."
She wanders off, loitering a while at the bard's performance, before moving towards the fortune teller's tent. She grins as she touches her sash, then ducks inside.
GM Roycilo |
Joram gives a warm smile, and accepts the offered hand.
"If you don't mind standing here with me, I can talk now. Just have to keep my eyes peeled. That said, later would be fine too. I'm always on the clock for the Festival. What can I do for you?"
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The little girl gladly accepts, and you have a wonderful time. She says her name is Eliza, and she offers you an adorable hand to shake.
"You tell Mister Kulgan he done good!"
She turns to run back to her mother, but stops and calls over her shoulder.
"Thanks again!"
Once in the Fortune Teller's tent, Melanie sees a young man, maybe 15 years of age, standing and shaking the Fortune Teller's hand.
"Thanks so much. I can't begin to thank you enough!"
He runs past Melanie, out of the tent. He's obviously giddy. Once he is gone, the Fortune Teller gestures for Melanie to sit at her table. She is a dark-haire woman, perhaps thirty years old.
"And what can I do for you, my dear?"
Varian Crestfallen |
"I am looking for my family's roots. My father lost contact with the rest of the family when he was only a child and since his passing I decided to find them... or any clue about their whereabouts." Varian's face is serious while he talks, but quickly amiles and touches his hair in a gesture trying to lighten his mood "But I do understand the responsibility you have, and after waiting so many years a few more hours mean nothing. Where can I find you later?"
GM Roycilo |
"Well, I admire that. You tell me your family name, and I'll poke through my memories and see what I can come up with. I'll be at the big Grand Finale of the circus this evening. It's supposed to be the biggest show yet!"
His smile freezes on his face momentarily.
"Hey! Get down from there!"
He chides a boy climbing a pile of boxes.
"Anyway, I'll be there in an hour or two."
Melanie Alexandra Feathermoon |
"I don't know, honestly. Or rather I know a lot of things, but I don't understand them. Kulgan says there is a difference, but it's all mixed up in my head. He's teaching me, but I don't know if I'm much of a student."
She trails off her eyes on her feet. She glances around the tent unsure, avoiding eye contact, then abruptly sits with her pack in her lap. She fusses a bit, then sets it down, and finally looks at the woman directly.
"I'm Melanie."
Her eyes are shadowed despite her youth, remembered magics and other strange sights haunting them. She blinks, then settles into the chair and smiles. As she does the warmth slowly chases the cold of winter from her expression.
"What do you do?"
Varian Crestfallen |
"Crestfallen is my family name. I appreciate it, Sir Joram. Anything I can help you, you just have to ask." says Varian "Two hours, I will assist too then. Now if you excuse me, it's been a while since I had a proper meal. Farewell!"
And Varian goes to the nearest inn/tavern/haute cuisine restaurant to eat something.
GM Roycilo |
The Fortune Teller smiles.
"I do what is needed to help guide you along your future, by seeing truths about the present. Sometimes I see truths about your future, to guide you through the present. And sometimes, I see truths about your past, to guide you through both present and future. I'll let you pick my tools for the day."
She reaches to a small table beside her, and sets several items on the table in front of her.
"There is the crystal ball, always a classic. Perhaps you'd rather I looked into the cards? Or I can read your palm? I can cast the bones, or even look at tea leaves. Which method calls to you?"
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Joram smiles again.
"Alright, Crestfallen it is. Enjoy your meal. If you go by the Hare's Shanty, make sure you ask for the "Extra Rare" steak!"
He gives a friendly wave, and goes back to surveying the crowds.
Melanie Alexandra Feathermoon |
She thinks, then speaks slowly.
"Crystal only gives me a migraine, and my palms are already cut by other things, bones speak to the dead and I am of the living. Tea or cards."
She pauses, licking her lips, then glances at the table and continues.
"Tea is for drinking, but would not be amiss. Cards, then. They remind me of my Oma and she never seemed uncertain."
She smiles in memory, touching some necklace hidden by her tunic.
Lotar Blackiron |
Lotar eyes the bartender. Well, I'll take my dwarven brew un-doctored, if you please. Tell whoever is your head brewer that good dwarven stout isn't to be futzed with, and if I'm here for any length of time I could teach them a thing or two...
He then turns back to Kearra, his features wrenched as if in thought or confusion. "Indescribable" - that's a pretty big word you've got there, lass, but you've used it right.
The thing you might not know, and ol' Gutweed over there certainly doesn't, is that while most surface folk will tell you that ale and stout are different things, a stout is really just a style of ale - it's still a top-fermented beer that's kept at surface-room temperatures to ferment, just with some roasted barley or sugar added...
He pauses to watch her face for a moment---There's no way a green-skin follows this---then continues. In any case, no one should ever ruin good dwarven beer with glance at bartender, fern juice!
Now that he's set everyone straight, Lotar sticks a thumb in his belt and looks over the place. Sure'n there's nothing like a good dive, though.
Kearra |
Kearra's eyes narrowed at Lotar's condescension but deciding against arguing further. She decided instead to get up and sit next to Pasie instead.
"Very generous of you to buy everyone a round. Usually that means you've come into a recent windfall. Where'd you get it?"
Pasie Numari |
Pasie has been sipping on the ale while the discussion between the half-orc and the dwarf had been taking place. She makes a face every time she drinks, but seems determined to finish. Upon the question about the copper being asked Pasie replies.
"Oh all that? That I just got outside. Some nobleman is giving out free copper and I got a whole bunch! I just spent it all here so... Um... Pushie how much more do we have?"
Varian Crestfallen |
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking ale, little pal?" says Varian to Pasie, standing a few steps behind her and Pushie. "I thought children these days liked candies..."
He walks to the bar and sits on a stool "I guess there's an explanation for that, but for now a friend told me to ask for the 'Extra Rare Steak' so if you were so kind as to serve me one I'm starving. And the same drink as the dwarf over there, I always trust dwarves about ale, blacksmithing and architecture." he finish with a hearthy laugh.
Pushie's frown deepens as he reaches for their coin purse. He opens it and turns it upside down... Nothing comes out."Again... No eating this week... I know I'm an... old dog on my last legs but I still LIKE to eat Pasie."
"And serve them whatever they fancy for meal, it's on me."
Pasie Numari |
Pasie smiles Varian and then glances back at pushi. "What do I always say about doubting a halfling's luck Pushipoo? Now thank the nice man and let's order!"
Pasie goes on to simply order ice cream with a baked potato. Pushie order's a extra rare steak, same as Varian.
Varian Crestfallen |
"You are a halfling... that explains the ale. Excuse my lack of modals, I'm Varian and I seem unable to distinguish between your kind and human children. I hope you didn't take no offense, for none was intended."
GM Roycilo |
The Fortune Teller smiles, and clears the table of everything but a Harrow deck. She flips through the deck, and does a quick preliminary reading. She looks puzzled, and shuffles the cards. She does another quick reading, and looks even more puzzled. She sets the deck aside, and stands.
"I'll be right back."
She heads behind a curtain separating the room, and quickly comes back with a different deck.
She flips through the cards, and nods to herself. She shuffles the cards. She performs another reading. She looks even more confused.
"I...I...don't know what to tell you. This is unprecedented. Have you ever had your future read by the Harrow before?"
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The bartender eyes Lotar back. He opens his mouth to speak, then thinks better of it. Instead, he leans toward Varian and Pasie.
"The Extra Rare Steak? You've been talking to that swindler Joram, have't you?"
He sighs.
"Two Extra Rare Steaks coming up."
He moves toward the back, grumbling about how two-day-old meat is still perfectly good. When he gets in the back, there is some muted shouting about making ice cream.
Lotar Blackiron |
Lotar's ears prick up at Varian's comments about trusting dwarves and he strolls toward the growing group. Any human that knows to trust dwarfs about ale, smithing, and architecture's got to have a good head on his shoulders.
Grumbling in his belly reminds him that, like Pushie, he likes to eat, too. However, he's just a bit too slow to catch the barkeep. I'll- Damn hasty humans.
Seeing that Kearra is engaging his new buddy Varian, he turns to Pasie, Thanks fer the round, wee lass. Here's to ye! You and yer, uh, pal new to town as well?
Pushie |
Pushie puts himself between Pasie and the dwarf. He was being awfully polite and pushie doesn't like people like that... Well, with one obvious exception.
We're traveler's from out of town... My friend is very generous... And, she's not the brightest.
Pasie can be heard objecting to Pushie keeping her from making new friend's.
Melanie Alexandra Feathermoon |
"No, I have not, or at least I think."
She drifts off, fingering an old scarf, then answers slowly.
"My oma might have, but I would have been just a babe. Is that significant? I've studied some of the lesser divination, but harrowing was never Kulgan's gift and he wouldn't touch the cards or let me examine them."
She sighs.
"I could ask, when next I see him. He might even answer, but that is a journey of weeks, and while we made no plans for my return, it was assumed I'd be gone more than a few weeks. He had experiments to run, and medicinal brews to finish"
She grimaces at some memory of smell, her nose scrunching.
"I'm sorry, I ramble. No, I do not think I've been harrowed."
GM Roycilo |
"Well, you my dear, are something quite special. I continually get the same reading from you. It's...eerie, to be honest."
She ponders for a moment.
"I wonder if that is why your Kulgan wouldn't let you look at them. Hmmm. Well, regardless of what the reason is, the cards don't lie. Mayhaps we delve into the deeper meaning of the cards?"
She lays nine cards out on the table before her, in three rows of three. She explains the first column of three is Melanie's past, the second the present, and the third her future. She begins looking at each one in turn, and pausing every so often to close her eyes for just a moment.
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Back at the bar, the bartender has finished serving a round to the rest of the bar, and he hands Pasie back two coppers as change.
"You got any more inklings to buy another round?"
Pasie Numari |
Pasie looks at the bartender then looks at pushie.
"I have an idea! If Pushie can beat you in an arm wrestling match then you owe me another set of rounds. If you win, then I'll give you my last two copper and tidy up the store for you!"
Pushie |
Pushie glairs at Pasie, she glairs right back... Pushie sighs in resignation.
"Fine..." Pushie growls the word out.
He undoes the clasp on his robe revealing a body fit for a young warrior.
"If you still want to take the bet then I no longer claim responsibility."
diplomacy to disuade him: 1d20 ⇒ 7