GM Ariarh's The Dragon's Demand (Inactive)

Game Master Ariarh Kane

Current Date: Starday, 2nd day of Gozran, 4700 AR

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Date: 30th day of Pharast
Time: 7.00pm
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

Evening fell on Belhaim after an eventful afternoon apprehending Silas Gribb and escorting him out of town and back to Cassomir. The old cuckoo clock in the dining hall struck the hours – Seven in the evening.

The Wise Piper Inn was as rustic as the town of Belhaim, itself. It was a well-crafted structure – solid – and clean, although some of the furnishings had seen better days. It was run by the friendly and compassionate Talia Orem, a handsome, slim, brown-haired and brown-eyed Taldan woman perhaps forty winters old. In the corner, by the fireplace, a fiddler played a soft melody for the patrons.

A good-sized tapestry hung across the top of the fireplace depicting a songbird with rainbow plumage, and, each oaken table in the small dining hall had bowls filled with fragrant wild roses. The stranded adventurers were seated at a large, oaken table situated by the hearth lit with welcoming flame, and, candlelight flooded the interior of the Inn. There were pretty paintings hanging on the walls - painted by Talia herself.

Upon the table sat a tall jug of watery mead and a bowl laden with freshly-baked bread. On a longer platter sat two small wheels of local cheeses, and two smaller bowls of local honey – one made from clover which was dark amber in colour and had a mild, floral sweetness with a sour aftertaste – and the other honey produced from orange blossoms – light and fruity. A short, sturdy iron pot sat in the middle of the table; it was filled with a fragrant stew of garden vegetables, strips of venison and cranberries.

There were no other patrons eating in the dining hall – Of the locals the only people present are Talia Orem, a pretty, young serving girl of fourteen winters named Delfi, the Inn's barkeep – a haggard, quiet man in his early 50’s, named Jax, and the elderly fiddler, Jorje. There were six humans working at the Inn (including the Proprietor herself). There were eight living chambers in the Inn – three taken by the locals/workers and five reserved for patrons. They were small living quarters, but comfortable and secure.

Opening the floor for some social rp. The PCs are free to talk among themselves at this point – get to know each other better and discuss the events of the day and what they will do now they are stranded in Belhaim.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25

Date: 30th day of Pharast
Time: 7:02
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

Sitting at the table with the others is a young man with dirty-blonde hair that hangs around his bright blue eyes. A short, braided beard hangs from his chin and his heavy arms rest on the table as he looks around the inn thoughtfully.

Reaching to one of the loaves he picks it up and tears it in half, then dips the crusty bread into the bowl of orange honey and takes a bite. Reaching for the mead he pours the golden contents into a clay cup and after swallowing the piece of bread he drinks a long draught of it, then dips the other piece of bread into the honey and continues to eat.

When the bread is done he helps himself to more mead and drinks it slowly as he listens to the music being played.

As he continues to drink the mead his eyes roam over the others at his table carefully.

He turns and looks at the innkeeper.

”You have good bread, Talia Orem,” he says with a nod at her, then turns back to his drink and takes another taste.

He thinks for a moment about the missing caravan chief who contracted him as a guard.

Then he glances around at the others.

”Well, it seems that we will not be paid for our help,” he says to those sitting near him, his lips twisting in a sardonic smile.

He picks up another small loaf and breaks it apart and dips it into the honey as he considers things for a moment.

”I am curious; is there any work for newcomers in this town?” he asks anyone in the room that can hear him.

As he waits for an answer he takes another drink of the mead and watches the people in the inn thoughtfully then glances back at the others at the table with him.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25

Date: 30th day of Pharast
Time: 7:05
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

As Connor takes another sip of the mead his eyes turn to the others.

Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:
Riley sits in The Wise Piper, a cozy Inn, sipping on rum and planning his next move. He is a broken man with eyes full of pain. He gives a curtly smile to those who acknowledge him and attempts to remain “unseen”.

Connor studies Riley for a while and remembers tales from Varisia about the Fey Folk and the whispered legends about Elves – both light and dark – which he found to be largely exaggerated and filled with many errors after having meeting and journeying with Elves in Brevoy.

Even so, he considers the mixed-breed before him and wonders if the pained expression was from the feeling of alienation so common with creatures born of a mixed parentage.

He thought for a moment of a mixed-breed he knew as a lad named Leif who was also often quiet and removed from the others. Yet Leif's silence was often a veil for a cold-blooded ruthlessness...

Still, as this half-breed remained silent and aloof Connor did not wish to intrude on the self-imposed solitude.

Instead, he patiently waits to hear about the chance to earn coin from the locals.

Of course, Connor had some money on him – still, a man could always have more.

He takes the pitcher of mead and fills his cup and his eyes roam to the next person at the table…


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25

Date: 30th day of Pharast
Time: 7:09
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

Connor then turns a look to study the young girl with the metallic gleam in her raven-colored hair wearing the long skirt and carrying the healer’s kit.

He leans back in the chair and scratches his beard absently, trying to gauge what she is considering.

Rhialtyra wrote:
Although initially puzzled, appalled, and then concerned, Rhialtyra's moved on to considering her options.

It seems that she, too, is simply considering things, but if she has reached a conclusion on anything she certainly has not shared it with anyone.

As for himself, he has shared his thoughts and opinions with the others at this point; no doubt they will respond when they have something to say.

Given that the proprietor is busy with duties in the tavern he decides to be more direct with others in the establishment.

Swinging himself from the table he stands up and grabs an empty cup and takes the pitcher of mead and feels the empty cup. Then, taking his own cup and this second one he strides over to the haggard, old man in the corner.

”The sun has fallen and drink by the fire is a good thing,” he says as he stares at the elderly figure before him.

”I am told you are named Jax – I am named Connor. Would you care for a drink?” he asks the man and offers him the fresh cup full of mead, then pulls up a small stool and sits besides him.


Connor son of Ceorl wrote:

He turns and looks at the innkeeper.

”You have good bread, Talia Orem,” he says with a nod at her, then turns back to his drink and takes another taste.
...
”I am curious; is there any work for newcomers in this town?” he asks anyone in the room that can hear him.

The Taldan proprietor turned her gaze to the tall, broad, fair-haired warrior among the group. When she replied, her voice was soft/gentle and melodic to the ear,

"We bake the bread ourselves. I happily accept your praise, Master Connor. You should try the venison and cranberry stew." The handsome young woman gave a soft smile and then gestured to the young serving girl to come to her. "Delfi, please replenish the bread for our guests."

The golden blonde girl gave a dimpled smile, a quick nod and moved swiftly to the kitchen to do as Talia had bid.

Talia listened to the small conversation coming from the newcomer's table. It was a slow night at the inn and she could dedicate her time to the stranded adventurers. Jorje's sweet melody drifted across the dining hall and Talia smiled. His fingers still play as if he were a young man. She greatly admired his talent and service to her guests.

The question caught her attention once more.

"Most of the businesses in Belhaim are run by the town families. Since we tend to utilise family or dear neighbours in our employ, we seldom seek the services of outsiders. Yet, you may ask around. It is such bad fortune that you were stranded without payment by that scoundrel, Gribb. You may stay here, free room and board for a few days until you figure out what you will do next." Talia inclined her head before moving a little away from the group to the hearth. Even though it was Spring, the evenings still tended toward cool and the fire was pleasant enough in the room.


Not long after Talia had moved to the fire, Delfi returned from the kitchen with a new woven basket of warm, fresh bread. She began to run then remembered herself and walked with as much decorum as she could muster to the table and placed the basket down.

"There's your fresh bread, sirs and ladies." She gave another dimpled smile and then moved to stand beside Talia.

The elder girl smoothed down the golden waves of the younger and it was evident there was a closeness and they shared affection for one another.


Connor son of Ceorl wrote:

”The sun has fallen and drink by the fire is a good thing,” he says as he stares at the elderly figure before him.

”I am told you are named Jax – I am named Connor. Would you care for a drink?” he asks the man and offers him the fresh cup full of mead, then pulls up a small stool and sits besides him.

The barkeep was wiping down a tankard when the warrior approached him. The deep, dark eyes of the townsman casually took in the younger stranger before him.

"Aye, Jax Albercoft. It's my job to keep your cup full and I'm busiest come evening - usually. I am not one to say no to a drink, but I am on duty and I best not let the young mistress down." His brown eyes fell on the figure of Talia by the fire, Delfi by her side, quietly chatting.

"Bad business you being stranded in town. You did not suspect that you were travelling with a wanted smuggler?" There was a shine in the mature man's brown eyes as if he was amused that none of the caravan guards knew who they were working for. He put down the clean tankard and lifted the mug of mead the warrior had brought over and took a long drink - draining the mug. He gave Connor a look as though to say it would be a shame to let the mead go to waste.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25

Date: 30th day of Pharast
Time: 7:06 (slight ret-con)
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

Talia Orem NPC wrote:
"We bake the bread ourselves. I happily accept your praise, Master Connor. You should try the venison and cranberry stew."

Connor nods a smile at the woman.

At her request to try the stew, he ladles it into the bowl and proceeds to lift the bowl to his lips and sip the broth from it slowly as he listens. When the broth is gone he takes another loaf from the table that Delfi has brought him and breaks crusts of it off and pinches the loose meat and berries between the folded bread.

He then lifts the meat and bread to his mouth and eats it like a small, crude sandwich, then mops up the remaining broth and spices in the bottom of the bowl with the remains of the bread, pausing to drink from his mead from time to time as he listens

Despite his table manners his expression reveals neither embarrassment nor brag; instead, he behaves as if his manner of eating was not only the normal way to eat, but – seemingly – a polite way to eat.

When he is done with the meal he takes a cup of water and dips his hands in it and lifts cradled water to his face and proceeds to wipe the grease from his lips and beard. Yet during this his eyes are clear and intent on Talia and he proceeds with a casual manner that suggests that he believes there is nothing wrong with this and his actions are indeed the proper way a person washes up after a meal.

Talia Orem NPC wrote:
"Most of the businesses in Belhaim are run by the town families. Since we tend to utilise family or dear neighbours in our employ, we seldom seek the services of outsiders. Yet, you may ask around. It is such bad fortune that you were stranded without payment by that scoundrel, Gribb.”

”Who can say about our fortunes until the end reveals what they shall be?” he says with a small smile.

”But for the actions of this man Gribb then I may not have had the pleasure of your company. For now I am thinking that my fortune is not so bad,” he adds with a sincere tone. It is clear by his manner that he is not attempting to curry favor but is genuinely honest about his opinion regarding her hospitality.

”As for this lack of payment? It is true – he has lied to me, he has stolen from me and he has broken his word. Yet anyone who knows me well knows that I am a reasonable man and such things do not trouble me overmuch. Besides, I am sure that whatever things Gribb has done shall be amended in time,” he adds with a friendly tone, but a crooked grin twists his smile somewhat as if he is enjoying some private thought.

Talia Orem NPC wrote:
You may stay here, free room and board for a few days until you figure out what you will do next." Talia inclined her head before moving a little away from the group to the hearth. Even though it was Spring, the evenings still tended toward cool and the fire was pleasant enough in the room.

Connor dries his hands off on the legs of his trousers and cocks his head, listening to her.

”My thanks for your hospitality, Talia Orem,” he says to her.

Seeing that she has moved away to the young girl, he pours the mead and moves to speak with Jax.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25

Date: 30th day of Pharast
Time: 7:11
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

Jax the Barkeep NPC wrote:
"Aye, Jax Albercoft. It's my job to keep your cup full and I'm busiest come evening - usually. I am not one to say no to a drink, but I am on duty and I best not let the young mistress down." His brown eyes fell on the figure of Talia by the fire, Delfi by her side, quietly chatting.

Connor’s eyes do not leave Jax and he smiles

”A man who agrees to do a thing should do it well,” he says as he puts the second mug down on the ground next to him and lifts his own cup to his lips and sips it slowly, his eyes on Jax.

Jax the Barkeep NPC wrote:
"Bad business you being stranded in town. You did not suspect that you were travelling with a wanted smuggler?" There was a shine in the mature man's brown eyes as if he was amused that none of the caravan guards knew who they were working for.

Lowering the cup he cradles it in his hands and cocks his head, staring at Jax with the same friendly smile, yet his eyes seem more reserved now.

”Who can say what I thought when I met the man Gribb?” he says with a small shrug.

”As for business? Perhaps some may see it as a trouble, but - maybe - some others will not see it as such a hardship. For now there is warmth, there is fire, there is food. This is not so bad.”

He turns his gaze to look at the fire for a moment.

”Besides, there are always ready opportunities for a man who is willing to find them,” he adds, then turns back to offer Jax a small grin.

Jax the Barkeep NPC wrote:
He put down the clean tankard and lifted the mug of mead the warrior had brought over and took a long drink - draining the mug. He gave Connor a look as though to say it would be a shame to let the mead go to waste.

Connor sees the look and watches the man pick up the mug and drink from it.

He studies Jax for a moment as he takes another sip from his own drink, his gaze steady as if he is thinking.

”You are a good man, Jax Albercoft, and I thank you for your courtesy,” he says suddenly, then he stands up and heads back to the table with the others who had performed guard duty with him earlier.

He does not sit down yet, but merely watches them for a moment as he holds his cup.

He reaches down on the table and takes the pitcher of mead and lifts it from among them and then tips it to fill his now empty mug.

Then he reaches between them again and puts the pitcher down on the table and continues to watch the others for a moment, saying nothing.


F Aasimar Life Oracle 2 [hp:16/16 | AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 13 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +4 | Init +1, Perc: +8

Rhialtyra ate quietly, observing those around her as she did so. She'd ladled some of the stew into a bowl earlier and found it very much to her taste. The savory flavors were given additional spark with the cranberries and well suited the bread that Connor had praised.

She smiled at Delfi when the girl brought the bread, murmuring an easy, "Our thanks," before taking piece. She was on her second - she broke it into pieces, enjoying bites with spoonfuls of the stew.

The music was a gentle kind, not quite the excited leaps and strides that came in the usual night time taverns and bars, but the melody was cheering all the same.

It was a very good atmosphere. Odd, she thought, that though it was evening they were the only current patrons. She mopped up the last bits of stew with the last of her chunks of bread before popping it into her mouth. She hummed briefly, satisfied with the taste.

The sapphire-eyed girl thought on what Mistress Talia had said:

Talia Orem NPC wrote:
"Most of the businesses in Belhaim are run by the town families. Since we tend to utilise family or dear neighbours in our employ, we seldom seek the services of outsiders. Yet, you may ask around. It is such bad fortune that you were stranded without payment by that scoundrel, Gribb. You may stay here, free room and board for a few days until you figure out what you will do next."

If all of the businesses here were family owned, then there would likely be at least one involved in herbology. The question, then, was whether it would be someone who tended to gather from the forests or if there was someone who might grow herbs in their own garden. Belhaim was far enough from Wispil and other cities that she thought it was likely that there would be someone here to heal.

She cut away a piece of cheese and dipped it in the sweet orange honey before nibbling at it thoughtfully.

"Is there a temple? Or a church?" she wondered aloud, finishing her desert. She hadn't seen one on the way in, but then, she hadn't been looking for one either. They were usually her starting point in new places. She'd yet to discover one that didn't offer healing in some form, and they'd likely be able to point her in the direction of any apothecaries Belhaim had.

She filled a cup with water and drank of it, wetting her mouth and helping to wash away the stickiness. "Though they may not have work for us, they may be able to point us to those who have need of aid and might be willing to pay for such services."

That last she added for the profit of the others. Rhialtyra had no need of pay herself - at least not yet - but there was no harm in considering it for the future.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25
Rhialtyra Sunaki wrote:
"Though they may not have work for us, they may be able to point us to those who have need of aid and might be willing to pay for such services."

Connor turns a glance at Rhialtyra's suggestion. Recalling her uncanny powers with healing during their journey a pleased light kindles in his eyes at her comment about aiding him.

In this case it is clear he has - so far - spoken only of himself. Gribbs had lied to him, betrayed him, and broken faith with him; yet in these matters he did not speak of the others for he does not yet know what the others are thinking or feeling about Gribbs, and he does not even know if they are eager to travel together as a group or if they would simply journey on their own now that the contract was broken.

Of course, common sense suggested that there was strength in numbers. If they wished to travel together as a group he would support that idea, though he would not assume that nor would he insist upon it. After all, every person had a right to their own decision.

"If you agreeable to it, I will be thankful to have aid when seeking new work, Rhialtyra Sunaki," he says to her with a smile.

"Your idea to seek a temple is wise. After all, most priests would not bar their doors to strangers who come to talk even after sundown," he adds.

"Do you wish to go now, or later? I do not mind either way, but I think that this town a small place. And this tavern seems to have no other guests but us."

"Maybe the other townsfolk are each at their own homes by their own fires and tending to their own families and evening meal?"

"If that is true then they may not be eager to open their doors to strangers with questions and - maybe - they would be more eager to talk with visitors when the sun has risen. But who can say?"

"Even so, I shall go with you if you want to explore the town now."

"But first I think I wish to know what the others who journeyed with us are thinking. That should not take long and then we may have a better idea on what we might do next. Besides, maybe some of them would wish to come with us?" he adds.

Again, Connor does not know if the others wish to come or simply remain here during the night and than leave on their own in the morning. Still, as Rhialtyra expressed interest in continuing to travel as a group, perhaps the others might, too?


Male HE Unchained Rogue/Scout 3 [HP: 27/27 | AC: 17 T: 14 FF: 13 | F: +3 R: +7 W: +2 (+2 vs enchantment) Init: +4, Perc: +8]

Riley sits quietly slouching in his chair with his legs fully extended and his head tilted toward the cup of rum he holds just above his silver belt buckle as the others settle in at the table. His long dark bangs hang like a straw curtain over his face, casting long shadows from the firelight over his sharp, unshaven facial features. It had been a rough day. The group was stranded and had failed to receive the wages due them for their work on the caravan trip. He had hoped to earn enough from the job to get back on his feet, but now he was nearly broke and worse...stranded in some rural, boring village.

Connor wrote:
Connor studies Riley for a while and remembers tales from Varisia about the Fey Folk and the whispered legends about Elves – both light and dark – which he found to be largely exaggerated and filled with many errors after having meeting and journeying with Elves in Brevoy.

At Conner's long glance, Riley peers through his bangs at the man's bright blue eyes. He lifts his cup to his mouth and takes a long drink, keeping eye contact. He had been sized up plenty of times before, so the human's long gaze did little to dampen his already foul mood.

Talia wrote:
"You may stay here, free room and board for a few days until you figure out what you will do next."

When Talia offers the group free room and board, Riley sits up a bit and places his cup on the table.

Connor wrote:
”My thanks for your hospitality, Talia Orem"

He turns his head toward the handsome, dark haired woman and speaks with a raspy voice, "Yes...thank you." He takes his first good look at the proprietor. A crooked smile appears under his bangs as his lifts his rum from the table and cheers the lovely las. His eyes linger for a bit as he studies Talia's slim waist. Maybe this village is not so bad after all.

With his mood brightened a bit, he reaches for a piece of the fresh baked bread from Delfi and takes a bite. With a mouth full of bread, he winks playfully at the young serving girl.

Rhialtyra wrote:
"Is there a temple? Or a church?"

Riley chokes slightly on a sip of rum as the lovely lady mentions a temple. He should not have been surprised since he had seen her meditate and spend time in prayer during the trip. It was not that Riley had anything against those who held on to faith. He had just never seen anything good come from religion. If the gods were as powerful as everyone said, why was most of life just one big shithole?

Connor wrote:
"But first I think I wish to know what the others who journeyed with us are thinking. That should not take long and then we may have a better idea on what we might do next. Besides, maybe some of them would wish to come with us?"

Riley takes a strip of venison. "Mmmmm...This is outstanding" He looks at Connor. "I think I am good for tonight." He motions to the fiddler. "I haven't heard such fine melodies in quite some time. And the artwork in this place is exquisite." Maybe it was the rum or maybe it was the thought that his luck was finally turning, but Riley's countenance had brightened. Not so bad at all...


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25
Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:
He looks at Connor. "I think I am good for tonight." He motions to the fiddler. "I haven't heard such fine melodies in quite some time. And the artwork in this place is exquisite." Maybe it was the rum or maybe it was the thought that his luck was finally turning, but Riley's countenance had brightened.

Connor looked around, as if noticing the artwork for the first time.

He shrugs.

"Perhaps," he says with a noncommittal voice, cocking his head and studying the man, noting his scowl and dour expression had lifted after the drink.

Connor turns his glance from Riley to Rhialtyra.

"It seems that this one wishes to drink and listen to music. It is not my place to judge his plans. If that is what he wishes I shall not protest it."

He glances at the other members of their company thoughtfully.

"I do not know what the others will do yet. If they, too, wish to do nothing but stay here tonight does not matter much to me. If you wish to search this place now, I shall help you, Rhialtyra Sunaki."

He takes another drink of the mead and waits to hear what the remaining two members of their company will say, or if Rhialtyra has any other thoughts.


Connor son of Ceorl wrote:

”But for the actions of this man Gribb then I may not have had the pleasure of your company. For now I am thinking that my fortune is not so bad,” he adds with a sincere tone. It is clear by his manner that he is not attempting to curry favor but is genuinely honest about his opinion regarding her hospitality.

”As for this lack of payment? It is true – he has lied to me, he has stolen from me and he has broken his word. Yet anyone who knows me well knows that I am a reasonable man and such things do not trouble me overmuch. Besides, I am sure that whatever things Gribb has done shall be amended in time,” he adds with a friendly tone, but a crooked grin twists his smile somewhat as if he is enjoying some private thought.

Talia politely smiled and inclined her head as the warrior praised her anew. "We do our best, here, at The Wise Piper. Our inn is modest, but it is comfortable and its occupants granted warm hospitality."

She watched as Connor washed his hands and mouth at the table after finishing his venison. Talia was a little taken aback by the gesture for she had not seen such performed in the presence of other dining patrons, yet she accepted it as a possible custom of his homeland.

At the man's proclamation he was of reasonable temperament, Talia cocked her head and wondered the true meaning of Connor's words. He was a stranger still to her and therefore she could not readily pass judgement. Yet, the warrior looked fierce and she wondered if he really was as forgiving of such trickery or treachery as he had said.

Connor wrote:

”My thanks for your hospitality, Talia Orem,” he says to her.

"Again, you are welcome, Master Connor."


Connor son of Ceorl wrote:

”Who can say what I thought when I met the man Gribb?” he says with a small shrug.

”As for business? Perhaps some may see it as a trouble, but - maybe - some others will not see it as such a hardship. For now there is warmth, there is fire, there is food. This is not so bad.”

He turns his gaze to look at the fire for a moment.

”Besides, there are always ready opportunities for a man who is willing to find them,” he adds, then turns back to offer Jax a small grin.

The barkeep's deep brown eyes studied the warrior as he pondered the man's words. Any thoughts he had were filed away and he responded,

"An industrious man may half his hardships and misfortunes."

He noted Connor's eyes stray to the hearth where Talia and Delfi stood in quiet conversation. "The young mistress has a kind heart and a generous spirit. You were fortunate she crossed paths with your group this day."

Connor wrote:

"You are a good man, Jax Albercoft, and I thank you for your courtesy"...

"Part of the service, Connor", before taking the mug he drank his mead from and putting it aside for washing.


Rhialtyra Sunaki wrote:

"Is there a temple? Or a church?" she wondered aloud, finishing her desert. She hadn't seen one on the way in, but then, she hadn't been looking for one either. They were usually her starting point in new places. She'd yet to discover one that didn't offer healing in some form, and they'd likely be able to point her in the direction of any apothecaries Belhaim had.

She filled a cup with water and drank of it, wetting her mouth and helping to wash away the stickiness. "Though they may not have work for us, they may be able to point us to those who have need of aid and might be willing to pay for such services."

The beautiful woman with the sapphire eyes had asked her a question. Both women in the party were of extraordinary beauty. Talia turned her attention to the one with sapphire eyes.

"Mistress Rhialtyra, there are three faiths in Belhaim. The House of Abadar. The Temple is run by Priestess Eupaphenia Targas. The Shrine of the Seven Roses - Shelyn's Temple run by Priest Nilos Genser, and, those of the Green Faith, who have no temple but meditate deeply in their chosen natural arenas. The local apothecary, Xemne's Tonics, is run by a fellow Shelynite, Xemne of Demgazi. I can have Delfi show you around in the morning, if it suits you. The town is not large for you to become lost on your own, but as you are strangers, it would be prudent for you to have a guide at first, and, my sister knows all the townsfolk. She may then return to the inn to complete her duties for the day."


Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:

He turns his head toward the handsome, dark haired woman and speaks with a raspy voice, "Yes...thank you." He takes his first good look at the proprietor. A crooked smile appears under his bangs as his lifts his rum from the table and cheers the lovely lass. His eyes linger for a bit as he studies Talia's slim waist. Maybe this village is not so bad after all.

....
Riley takes a strip of venison. "Mmmmm...This is outstanding."

When the dark-haired man with the mischievous/crooked smile sitting beside Connor added his thanks, Talia smiled warmly. "You certainly are a grateful lot. You are welcome, too, Master Riley. Our produce is fresh and we enjoy cooking, is it not so Delfi?" The elder woman's eyes fixed upon the younger girl with affection and admiration.


Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:

With his mood brightened a bit, he reaches for a piece of the fresh baked bread from Delfi and takes a bite. With a mouth full of bread, he winks playfully at the young serving girl.

The young girl giggled at the wink, not only for the gesture but because the man had a mouth full of the bread she had just put on the table! Tugging at Talia's sleeve, she whispered up to her sister, "He winked at me! Did you see?! Riley is funny."

Delfi's Sense Motive re the wink: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Talia's Sense Motive re the wink: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25


Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:

He motions to the fiddler. "I haven't heard such fine melodies in quite some time. And the artwork in this place is exquisite." Maybe it was the rum or maybe it was the thought that his luck was finally turning, but Riley's countenance had brightened. Not so bad at all...

The fiddler looked up from his strings having lost himself in the sweet melody and losing time and place as was often his way. Upon striking the last note, the elderly but elegant musician, bowed his head in gratitude.

"One of my own compositions, I am proud to say. I call it 'Autumn Rose'. I am pleased you enjoyed it, young sir." Remembering the dark-haired younger man had also mentioned the paintings and drawings on the wall, Jorje added apologetically, "Ah, apologies. The depictions you see all around you are the beautiful creations of Miss Talia and Miss Delfi. Most gifted artists, they are, young sir. The fine clay bowls and vases on the tables are Miss Delfi's work."

With a quiet smile, the fiddler took up his instrument again and struck up a new melody - a little livelier than the last yet still resonating with a similar yearning and passion.


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Male HE Unchained Rogue/Scout 3 [HP: 27/27 | AC: 17 T: 14 FF: 13 | F: +3 R: +7 W: +2 (+2 vs enchantment) Init: +4, Perc: +8]

Riley enjoyed Delfi's reaction to his wink for two reasons. Number one, he had a soft spot for young, innocent girls. They reminded him of his first lover, Lily, before Hannibal had stolen her innocence. During that time of his youth, he did not have the ability to protect anyone, much less himself. Now that had all changed. His current understanding of right and wrong was often grey, but one thing he knew for sure...he would never stand for the perpetration of evil against the weak in his presence again. He shifts nervously at the thought of one such as Hannibal hurting the blonde, dimple cheeked las. Instinctively, he takes another long draw from his cup of rum. His thoughts quickly turn to Lily. Dull pains stab his insides like a dagger, piercing the deepest parts of his soul. Visions of her naked, bloody body dance behind his stormy eyes. He reaches up and rubs a locket hanging on a simple silver chain hidden beneath his shirt.

Jorje wrote:
"The depictions you see all around you are the beautiful creations of Miss Talia and Miss Delfi. Most gifted artists, they are, young sir. The fine clay bowls and vases on the tables are Miss Delfi's work."

Jorje's words interrupt Riley's dark imaginations. He scans the walls, obviously impressed with the artwork. It was quite surprising that citizens of such a small village could possess such talent. He returns his gaze to Lady Talia with a new found appreciation. He catches her eye and gives her another mischievous smile. This one is much warmer than the first though.

The second reason for his enjoyment of the serving girl's reaction was a more selfish one. He had already perceived the mutual affection the two girls shared and he had learned long ago that kindness shown by a man to a younger sister often endeared the older sister to the man. Talia was attractive and talented. If he had to spend a couple of days in this place, he might as well find a lovely las to warm his bed. Winning the younger girl's affection was sure to make his seduction of the older much easier.

"May I have another rum Jax? Please refill my mate's mead as well." He motions to Connor's mug. With a newly brightened spirit, he turns to the others at the table and studies them. For better or worse, their current destinies appear intertwined.


F Aasimar Life Oracle 2 [hp:16/16 | AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 13 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +4 | Init +1, Perc: +8

She was a bit distracted by the choking sound and turned to look at Riley, surprised. His expression was that of a man startled. Had he seen something? Was it her question? Unsure of what to do with that particular bit of information, Rhialtyra filed it away in her head. If it was nothing, then perhaps he was easily surprised... Or, if it was something, then it would come up again.

Once was an incident, twice made for a coincidence, and three times made for a pattern. She'd learned that it was never too early to pay attention.

Connor son of Ceorl wrote:

"If you agreeable to it, I will be thankful to have aid when seeking new work, Rhialtyra Sunaki," he says to her with a smile.

"Your idea to seek a temple is wise. After all, most priests would not bar their doors to strangers who come to talk even after sundown," he adds.

"Do you wish to go now, or later? I do not mind either way, but I think that this town a small place. And this tavern seems to have no other guests but us."

The offer surprised her, but she smiled politely in return and nodded. His offer was not too surprising considering that her current companions would likely be sorting out their opportunities as well.

With his offer in mind, she turned her attention to Mistress Talia as she spoke, noting that Delfi was the woman's sister. She'd suspected some closeness, but confirmation was always better than a guess.

Talia Olem NPC wrote:
"Mistress Rhialtyra, there are three faiths in Belhaim. The House of Abadar. The Temple is run by Priestess Eupaphenia Targas. The Shrine of the Seven Roses - Shelyn's Temple run by Priest Nilos Genser, and, those of the Green Faith, who have no temple but meditate deeply in their chosen natural arenas. The local apothecary, Xemne's Tonics, is run by a fellow Shelynite, Xemne of Demgazi. I can have Delfi show you around in the morning, if it suits you. The town is not large for you to become lost on your own, but as you are strangers, it would be prudent for you to have a guide at first, and, my sister knows all the townsfolk. She may then return to the inn to complete her duties for the day."

As Talia spoke, Rhialtyra paid close attention. The Temple of the Gold-Fisted would be a good source for mercantile income, given the beliefs aligned with Abadar. She herself had done much banking at the Abdaran temple in Oppara and had spent many hours in the courthouse near it. Her father was a devout worshiper of Abadar and would spend some time balancing a scale in meditation before beginning each day.

The Church of Shelyn was one that gave great though to beauty, not only in physical appearance, but in behavior. Although appreciative of a person's form, the worshipers of the Incorruptible had never considered that alone and had seeked to learn about her before making any judgments... or so she had felt, anyways.

Considering the decorations, she wondered if Mistress Talia was a follower of the Eternal Rose, for certainly she was not without skill. Her generosity and kindness had undoubtedly proven the woman to be a beauty, were she not visibly one already.

The Green Faith was one ancient origin and though it might not be as helpful in interacting with the outside world, Rhialtyra immediately saw the importance of it. If Xemne could not help her, those of the Green Faith might. Nature was their way and knowledge of plants was imperative for those in the forest.

"I thank you for your kind offer," Rhialtyra said, pleased by the offer of a guide. "If you do not mind, then, Delfi," she added to the younger sibling. "Would you spare some time for me in the morning?"

With the question of when to look about answered for her, the aasimar nodded towards Delfi and spoke to Connor, "I think the morning would be best as we'll then have a guide. There is no need, I feel, to rush about."

Having determined that there was no need for them to explore the town immediately - it was getting dark, after all - she sat back in her chair and began to undo the loops and ties that held her hair up in its decorative braids.

She'd intentionally created some space between the table and herself in order to keep from interfering with others meals (she didn't want to be rude!) and because her hair was long enough that she didn't want it to get into anything.

As she undid it, letting her hair fall free, strand by strand, there might be a noticeable shimmer - the sort you'd see in naked steel or carefully treated gold or silver as it reflected in the light - to those who were paying attention.

"Would anyone else like to join us in our impromptu morning tour?" she invited the others, fingers working through her hair.


Male HE Unchained Rogue/Scout 3 [HP: 27/27 | AC: 17 T: 14 FF: 13 | F: +3 R: +7 W: +2 (+2 vs enchantment) Init: +4, Perc: +8]
Rhialtyra wrote:

As she undid it, letting her hair fall free, strand by strand, there might be a noticeable shimmer - the sort you'd see in naked steel or carefully treated gold or silver as it reflected in the light - to those who were paying attention.

"Would anyone else like to join us in our impromptu morning tour?" she invited the others, fingers working through her hair.

Riley watched on as the lady undid her long, braided hair. She was beautiful, that was for sure. Her hair seemed to shimmer like worked precious metal. She was different from any woman he had ever known. Her features coupled with her role in religion peaked his interest. "What the hell? I'll join you two in the morning.". He sat up and leaned over so he could reach out for lady's hand. "My full name is Riley Rylin'dar, but my mates call me Lucky." He takes her hand if offered and shakes it lightly. "Can I add a glass of wine to my drink order for Jax? Or perhaps you prefer rum?" He grins and awaits the woman's response, testing her demeanor and piety.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25

Date: 30th day of Pharast
Time: 7:23
Moon Cycle for Pharast (based on moon for March 30, 2016).
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

As Connor sits at the table he waits to hear what the two silent members of their company may say.

As he waits he notes that Riley has summoned more drink.

Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:
"May I have another rum Jax? Please refill my mate's mead as well."

Connor lifts his cup to Riley in a thoughtful acknowledgement of the drink, then he stretches out his long legs under the table and turns his gaze from the others at the group to the fire.

Rhialtyra Sunaki wrote:
With the question of when to look about answered for her, the aasimar nodded towards Delfi and spoke to Connor, "I think the morning would be best as we'll then have a guide. There is no need, I feel, to rush about."

Connor’s eyes remain on the fire, but he nods at Rhialtyra words, saying nothing at this time.

Rhialtyra Sunaki wrote:
As she let her hair fall free, strand by strand, there might be a noticeable shimmer - the sort you'd see in naked steel or carefully treated gold or silver as it reflected in the light - to those who were paying attention.

Connor turns his gaze from the fire and stares openly as Rhialtyra lets her hair fall around her shoulders. He scratches his beard and thoughtfully as his free hand holds his cup on his knee.

”Your hair is very beautiful Rhialtyra Sunaki,” he says as he watches her.

Rhialtyra Sunaki wrote:
"Would anyone else like to join us in our impromptu morning tour?" she invited the others, fingers working through her hair.

He looks at the remaining members of his company who have not spoken yet and turns his gaze back to Rhialtyra and Riley.

Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:
"What the hell? I'll join you two in the morning."

Connor glances at Riley and nods. Then he hauls himself to his feet and places the cup on the table and claps his hand on Riley’s shoulder as he does.

”Good,” he says.

”It does not hurt to have someone you trust to watch your back,” he says, watching Riley for a long moment.

Then he gives Riley a pleasant smile.

He turns his head to regard Talia.

”You have an honorable house, Talia Orem. I am pleased to be under your hospitality,” he says with respect.

”I have business to take care of for now, but I shall return soon,” he says with a friendly wave of his hand at the company.

Connor turns and steps outside of the door into the street –

What Connor does outside:

Connor will head out of the tavern and move to the water on the south side of the Tavern.

He will take his gear and lays it on the shore, including his shield, armor and weapons.

He then strips completely and walks out into the river and plunges himself in it, feeling the chilly waters stab into his flesh. As he breaches the surface he shakes his head and spits the water from his mouth in a gesture that demonstrates an almost childish pleasure after submerging himself in the cold river.

He swims casually in the water under the chill air and twists to do a leisurely back stroke, luxuriating in the feel of the water washing over his naked body.

After nearly twenty minutes of casual swimming and bathing he exits the water and strides up on to the beach. Then he grabs his tunic and slides it on; bending to stuff his feet into the heavy, leather boots. Then he girds his hips with his belt, the short sword dangling against his thigh. He picks his shield up and slings it over his back and tucks his axe in his belt on his right hip.

He bunches his armor up and stuffs it into the heavy pack he carries and flings the pack over his shoulder, too. Then he strides back to the tavern and re-enters it.

If anyone goes out when he is swimming he will talk to them while swimming if they want to talk. If they remain on the beach when he gets out of the water he doesn’t seem to care and continues as described above; including dressing in front of them without any reservations or hesitations, unless someone tries to stop him. Being undressed in front of people doesn’t seem to bother him, though. If no one comes out he does not mind; he went to bathe and feel the water around his body. However, when he is done, he returns to the tavern.

Roughly 30 minutes later –

Connor re-enters the tavern and the bulk of his gear is now in his pack. His hair is soaking wet and his tunic is damp and clings to his skin and his beard is dripping but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He returns to a place by the fire and picks up another drink as he drops his gear by a chair and flings himself into it and then leans back to watch the flames.

”Did I miss anything?” he asks whoever is still in the room.


Male Catfolk bard 1 / swashbuckler 2 Archetypes Archaeologist, Inspired Blade, NG (catfolk) Init +4, Senses low-light vision; Perception +3 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex, ) hp 23 ((1d8)+(2d10)+4 Fort +1, Ref +9, Will +1
Skills:
Acro +9, Bluff +7, Climb +4, Diplo +7, Disable Dev +5, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (Nature) +6, Knowledge (Planes) +6, Ling. +5, Percept +3, Perf (Dance,Sing) +7, Sense Mot. +3, Spellcraft +5, Stealth +9, Surv +5, UMD +7

A tall slender person cloaked and hooded moves gracefully into the tavern, suddenly letting loose with a pure tenor as he begins to accompany the song the fiddler is playing with a beautiful voice. A lively tune, he walks the tavern while singing, attempting to pull ladies and gentlemen up into a round of spirited dancing. The man's features hidden while he sings, he suddenly doffs his hood. Underneath, an amalgamation of human and feline features but instead of being grotesque, they seem to have taken the best of both species and combined into a pleasant union. Brilliant yellow eyes shine on his face, contrasting with the pure black silky fur that covers him.

The steps of the song pick up pace as he whirls around the room. Once the song is finished, he bows and moves to the table. Felix Bramblethorn, at your service. I saw you all on the caravan down, I suppose you were swindled by our good caravan leader as well? It is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance.


Female Aasimar (Azata-Blooded) sorcerer 2 NG Medium outsider (native, azata-blooded) Init +2, Senses darkvision (60 ft.); Perception +0 AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex, ) hp 12 ((2d6)+2) Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +3 Resistances acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5

Anila sat near her companions from the guard, picking at the crust on her bread. She is a beautiful, young woman with tan, opalescent skin and dark, wavy hair. She sat at the table sipping her wine and listening intently to the music, as her silky top and hair billowed in the light breeze that constantly followed her. Music was always her escape when she wanted to push away emotions. Tonight even the music wasn't enough to tame her frustrations. Her storm, grey eyes flashed for a moment with anger as she thought of Silas and losing this money she needed. She took a deep breath to focus her mind and forget that she was, yet again, lied to.

She quickly recovered herself and smiled politely while listening to the conversation around her. She had learned little of her fellow guards during their travels as conversations were minimal and usually consisted of idle chit-chat. Grateful to have a place to rest and wine to soothe her temper, she decided on her next move. Turning to the beautiful girl with shimmering hair she said, If it is alright with you, I would also like to join you on the tour tomorrow morning.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25

Date: 30th day of Pharast
Time: 7:25
Moon Cycle for Pharast (based on moon for March 30, 2016).
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

As Connor waits for an answer to his question, he notices the girl in their company at the table had lifted her gray eyes to regard Rhialtyra.

Anila Vayu wrote:
If it is alright with you, I would also like to join you on the tour tomorrow morning.

Connor studies Anila for a while and unconsciously lifts his hand to make a strange symbol in the air as he watches her talk.

He then turns his gaze to Rhialtyra, curious what the healer has to say.

As for his own private thoughts on the matter he doesn’t voice them at this time; for now he seems content to only watch and observe.

As he continues to wait for an answer he hears a noise at the door and his hand snakes for his axe, but then he notices it is merely Felix, the remaining member of their company, though he has covered his features.

He spares a cursory glance as Felix moves across the room and begins to sing along with the old man at the table with violin, but for now Connor seems to be watching the sorceress very intently.

Eventually the singing has stopped and Felix removes his hood and bows to the owner of the Inn.

Felix Bramblethorn wrote:
Felix Bramblethorn, at your service. It is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Connor glances at Talia, curious to think what the owner has to say about this unusual newcomer to her establishment. As for himself, he has no qualms with the man-cat.

In the northlands he had seen tall, fierce giants; he had seen the glowering expression of dwarves in their caves; he had seen the Fey Folk that flitted through trees in dark forests and he had even seen those who could shift their skin from man to wolf or even bear.

He remembered when he had traveled in the River Kingdoms having long talks with the dragonkind he had met there who told him that in the desert wastes many leagues to the south that lords of those cities worshiped cats; so he was not overly surprised to meet a southerner whose aspect was like that of a cat, instead of a wolf or a bear.

”You missed the evening meal, my friend. But I think that can be easily remedied,” he says with a somewhat loud voice, his eyes flicking to Jax, then back to Felix, making it clear to Talia’s people that despite Felix’s unusual looks that he was an ally and should be seen as a member of their group.

He swings himself from the chair and moves to the counter and plucks up a bowl and brings it to the table and ladles some stew into it, offering it to Felix.

”The food is good and hot, and there are cold drinks besides,” he adds.

”We are discussing what we might do next. At this time it seems that we are free to take our leisure but tomorrow it seems that most of us wish to explore this town as a group. Would you like to come with us?” he adds with a friendly voice, but even though he continues to talk to Felix he seems to be watching Anila out of the corner of his eye for a moment.

Then he turns a bright smile to Felix as he hands him an empty cup so that the bard may choose a drink of his liking.


F Aasimar Life Oracle 2 [hp:16/16 | AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 13 | F: +1, R: +1, W: +4 | Init +1, Perc: +8
Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:
"My full name is Riley Rylin'dar, but my mates call me Lucky." He takes her hand if offered and shakes it lightly. "Can I add a glass of wine to my drink order for Jax? Or perhaps you prefer rum?"

She extended her hand, smiling easily. "Just a bit of lemon water is well enough for me," she said. Lemon water was what those who did not drink alcohol often partook of when they were carousing. It was easily available at bars and taverns, so it was a commonly available drink. "It's good to formally meet you. I am Rhialtyra Sunaki." Though they had traveled together, she had not gone out of her way to speak to others and nor, it seemed, had they endeavored overmuch to speak with each other.

Connor son of Coerl wrote:
”Your hair is very beautiful Rhialtyra Sunaki,” he says as he watches her.

The aasimar nodded at this, simply saying, "I'm glad you think so, Connor. I thank you for your compliment." Her looks were something that had gotten her into spots of trouble in the past, both with men and women. As a result, she'd learned not to take compliments regarding her appearance at face value. While she did no suspect Connor of anything, the compliment he'd given her was not dissimilar to many she had received in the past and many that she would no doubt continue to receive in the future.

Her hair was the first thing that people tended to notice when speaking with her. Well, either her hair or her eyes, but she supposed it did not much matter. If nothing else, the compliments were nice.

She smiled at the newcomer - Felix - to show that she'd heard him, but turned her attention to Anila as Connor engaged him in conversation.

Anila Vayu wrote:
If it is alright with you, I would also like to join you on the tour tomorrow morning.

Rhialtyra smiled at Anila, pleased to be reminded of her existence. It was not common to have aasimars gather and nor was it typical to have more than one in the span of a few towns or even cities. To have met another was a great treat and the prospect of traveling with her was even sweeter. Though her kin seemed to be not of human heritage, she thought it mattered little in the long run.

"You are very welcome," she acknowledged, "It is probably best to go altogether anyways, so we know what we've got to work with as we each decide what we want to do next."


Male HE Unchained Rogue/Scout 3 [HP: 27/27 | AC: 17 T: 14 FF: 13 | F: +3 R: +7 W: +2 (+2 vs enchantment) Init: +4, Perc: +8]

Riley chuckles and then claps softly at the man's performance. He appreciated talented artists as he too was once a performer and knew the work it took to excel at a craft.

Felix wrote:
"Felix Bramblethorn, at your service. I saw you all on the caravan down, I suppose you were swindled by our good caravan leader as well? It is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance.

As Connor leaves to fetch a bowl of food for the newcomer, Riley stands to make room for Felix at the table. "Bravo mate. Come join us for a drink and the finest bread in the region." After he speaks, he cuts his eyes toward Talia to see if she had heard the compliment.

Riley smiles at Anila as she offers to join their "quest" in the morning.


Male Catfolk bard 1 / swashbuckler 2 Archetypes Archaeologist, Inspired Blade, NG (catfolk) Init +4, Senses low-light vision; Perception +3 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex, ) hp 23 ((1d8)+(2d10)+4 Fort +1, Ref +9, Will +1
Skills:
Acro +9, Bluff +7, Climb +4, Diplo +7, Disable Dev +5, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (Nature) +6, Knowledge (Planes) +6, Ling. +5, Percept +3, Perf (Dance,Sing) +7, Sense Mot. +3, Spellcraft +5, Stealth +9, Surv +5, UMD +7

Felix nods and says with a broad smile, dazzling white teeth standing out against his black fur, I would be delighted to accompany you all. As for food, I supped already but a cold drink would be excellent.

Felix looks over the group at the table and nods to each in turn before saying I do say it is awful what that man did to us...but then again I tend to revel in the unexpected and spontaneous, do you not agree? It makes life exciting when we don't know what the day will bring.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25
Felix Bramblethorn wrote:
Felix looks over the group at the table and nods to each in turn before saying I do say it is awful what that man did to us...but then again I tend to revel in the unexpected and spontaneous, do you not agree? It makes life exciting when we don't know what the day will bring.

Connor turns a glance at Felix.

"No one truly knows what the day shall bring until the sun rises," he says slowly "but we shall see."

"As for the man Gribbs? Well, we shall have to see about him, too."

"But I am sure we can all be reasonable when we next meet," he adds with a small smile.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25

Connor looks at the fire for a while, then turns to the others.

"Well, it seems we have resolved to travel together in the morning."

"That is good; having trustworthy companions is never a bad thing," he says, then turns back to stare at the fire.


Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:

He returns his gaze to Lady Talia with a new found appreciation. He catches her eye and gives her another mischievous smile. This one is much warmer than the first though.

The gentle crackle of the fire and the steady rhythm of the music had a sweet, lulling effect. The caravan escorts seemed to be enjoying their meal and Jorge's melodies, which was heartening to Talia. She caught the dark-haired man's gaze upon her again and she wondered on it and the one called Riley. The smile he levelled upon her had been warmer, brighter, as if it meant something. He is intriguing, as are the others. They are an attractive lot, Talia mused silently. She returned his smile, as was her way.

Rhialtyra Sunaki wrote:

"I thank you for your kind offer"

Rhialytyra's voice broke through her reverie and she bowed her head and replied, "It is the least we can do. You are most welcome, Mistress Rhialtyra."

Connor wrote:

”You have an honorable house, Talia Orem. I am pleased to be under your hospitality,” he says with respect.

”I have business to take care of for now, but I shall return soon,” he says with a friendly wave of his hand at the company.

The bright-eyed warrior once again levelled praise upon her house. "That is good of you to say, Master Connor. We take pride in our endeavours and we are blessed by the bounties of the Eternal Rose."

Talia's brow furrowed as Connor spoke of taking care of business at this time of night and she wondered if the man had considered the consequences of wandering around in a strange town at night. He was gone all of a half-hour and had returned with wet hair and damp tunic. She listened and could not hear the sound of rain. Had the man gone swimming in the dark? "Master Connor, did you go for a swim in the river?" The moon was in its last quarter and the river would have been dark in the deepest places as it flowed behind the inn. "The Verduran Fork is clean, to be sure. Yet, to go swimming in unfamiliar rivers is not always prudent. I am content to see you have returned uninjured." None of the townsfolk swam at night and she wondered if this was yet another custom from this warrior's homeland. Connor sat down closest to the fire and she said no more on the matter for she was no wife or mother to reproach a grown man. "The fire will warm you right up" was her final word on it.

Right then another of the caravan escorts - their final member - entered the dining hall and he was a sight to behold - part feline, part man. A Catfolk. I've only heard stories about them but never seen one in Belhaim or the surrounding forest. She kept her features neutral to mask her surprise at his presence. When he had begun to sing, any nervousness vanished for his singing was a fine accompaniment to Jorje's ardent fiddle and elevated the delight inside the dining hall. She found herself tapping her foot on the stone flooring around the hearth and clapping her hands enthusiastically. It was good to have another musician grace the halls of The Wise Piper.

"Welcome, Master Felix. You have a lovely singing voice. Thank you for diverting us."

At several mentions of cold beverages, Talia nodded and gave Jax leave to provide them with their choice of drink.

Riley wrote:

Riley stands to make room for Felix at the table. "Bravo mate. Come join us for a drink and the finest bread in the region." After he speaks, he cuts his eyes toward Talia to see if she had heard the compliment.

Once again Talia felt the hazel-eyed gaze of Riley on her. It appears my home-baked bread is the talk of the tavern this night! She gave a soft, tinkling laugh and responded to Riley, "It is good you enjoy the bread as much as you do, Master Riley. Each night we serve a different variety and flavour to sate the palate."


Rhialtyra Sunaki wrote:

"If you do not mind, then, Delfi," she added to the younger sibling. "Would you spare some time for me in the morning?"

"Of course, milady! Once my prayers are done I can escort you and your friends and then come back to start my chores." A bright smile broke across the pretty girl's face, lighting her large, hazel eyes.

At the sight of the cat-man, Delfi gasped, having never seen the likes of one as he. In a fervent whisper, she enquired of Talia, "What IS he?" She lifted her hand to her lips to hide her words so she would not give offence to the stranger. Talia had bent down and whispered, "Catfolk. He will not harm you." At Talia's words, Delfi made a resolution to learn as such as she could about these Catfolk. The cat-man's singing was very good and he and Jorge made a good pairing. Without thinking, Delfi edged closer to the dance floor, and, lifting her skirt a little, so she would not tread on it, began to spin and dance in time with the lively tune; her innocent/happy laughter filling the space.

When the tune ended, Delfi clapped enthusiastically, just like her sister, and a little out of breath extended her praise, "Felix, you and Jorje did brilliantly!" Still not entirely sure of the cat-man, she gave him a quick, dimpled smile and returned to Talia's side.


Riley wrote:

"May I have another rum Jax? Please refill my mate's mead as well." He motions to Connor's mug.

Rhialtyra wrote:

"Just a bit of lemon water is well enough for me," she said.

The barkeep caught Talia's look and approval and acknowledged the party with a nod and a wave of his hand.

In quick time, he approached their table with a tray laden with the rum, mead, elderberry wine and lemon water the group had requested.

"Enjoy. Compliments of Mistress Talia Orem," before moving back to the bar and his general cleaning/organising and watching.


At the end of the song, Jorje stood up and took his bow upon the applause and then turned to the feline fellow - Felix Bramblethorn - and tapped his bow to his fiddle, "Well sung, sir," before moving to the bar and having a quiet word to Jax, who promptly poured a drink for the elderly musician.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25
Talia Orem NPC wrote:
"Master Connor, did you go for a swim in the river?" The moon was in its last quarter and the river would have been dark in the deepest places as it flowed behind the inn. "The Verduran Fork is clean, to be sure. Yet, to go swimming in unfamiliar rivers is not always prudent. I am content to see you have returned uninjured."

Connor turns a glance to Talia at her question.

"I bathed in the river, yes," he says as he runs his fingers through his damp hair and considers her words for a moment.

"Thank you for your concern, Talia Orem," he says to her, his tone suggesting he is a little surprised with her concern over a stranger, but he seems more respectful as she has shown some concern for his safety.

He glances around at the others, and turns to look at her again.

"Bathing under the stars can be dangerous, you are right. Yet I find that sometimes it is good to test oneself in unfamiliar waters," he adds with a wry smile.

Talia Orem NPC wrote:
None of the townsfolk swam at night and she wondered if this was yet another custom from this warrior's homeland. Connor sat down closest to the fire and she said no more on the matter for she was no wife or mother to reproach a grown man. "The fire will warm you right up" was her final word on it.

He glances at her again and his smile mellows to something else as he seems to think for a moment.

"I thank you Talia Orem, though I am not so cold now."

He watches her for a moment longer.

"For myself, I find that sometimes staring at the flames can itself be very peaceful. Sometimes that can be a good thing," he eventually says.

Then he nods his head to her and turns his gaze back to the fire.


Connor son of Ceorl wrote:

"Bathing under the stars can be dangerous, you are right. Yet I find that sometimes it is good to test oneself in unfamiliar waters," he adds with a wry smile.

"But the water in the river is cold - colder at night!", Delfi uttered innocently, questioning the warrior's common sense and marvelling at his forbearance.


Hearing Delfi's counter, Talia understood it well enough, but she wondered if the warrior, Connor, would take it as an offence.

"What Talia means is the townsfolk seldom swim its waters - only indulging in mid summer when one relishes the coolness and chill of the river. If you require a bath, a tub and buckets of water can be arranged in your personal chamber. There will be no stars, there, regrettably, but it is warmer. " Turning to the group, she announced steadily to all, "If any of you would like to bathe, let me or one of my people know, and it will be arranged. Please do not take to the river, day or night."

Reflecting on Connor's words regarding the flames, she added quietly, "The sound and dance of the flame can ground a restless heart for a time. I bid you good leisure, Master Connor," before gracefully moving to attend to the table and its other occupants.


Female Aasimar (Azata-Blooded) sorcerer 2 NG Medium outsider (native, azata-blooded) Init +2, Senses darkvision (60 ft.); Perception +0 AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex, ) hp 12 ((2d6)+2) Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +3 Resistances acid 5, cold 5, electricity 5

Anila was thankful for being in the company of another aasimar, as it was rare to come across. In all her months of travel she had not encountered others like her. It was a real treat to have her here. She returned a smile to Rhialtyra and replied, Thank you. I couldn't agree more.

Smiling back at Riley and Conner in turn she next glanced over at Felix. She has been fascinated by this man-cat through their journey. She addresses Felix briefly, Thank you for the entertainment. You and Jorge make a wonderful musical pair.

Before Felix could reply Talia Orem interjected the conversation with an offer of baths and a warning against future visits to the river. The offer of a bath sounded enticing to Anila and she turned to Talia Orem and said, A bath would be lovely. Perhaps, one final drink first?"


Male Catfolk bard 1 / swashbuckler 2 Archetypes Archaeologist, Inspired Blade, NG (catfolk) Init +4, Senses low-light vision; Perception +3 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex, ) hp 23 ((1d8)+(2d10)+4 Fort +1, Ref +9, Will +1
Skills:
Acro +9, Bluff +7, Climb +4, Diplo +7, Disable Dev +5, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (Nature) +6, Knowledge (Planes) +6, Ling. +5, Percept +3, Perf (Dance,Sing) +7, Sense Mot. +3, Spellcraft +5, Stealth +9, Surv +5, UMD +7

Felix accepted the compliments graciously as they were given, nodding at Jorje he says to the group, My thanks, though with such a wonderful fiddler, anyone would sound great. As the conversation turned to swimming and baths, Felix gets noticeably uncomfortable. Thank you good Talia but we Catfolk have another way of keeping clean that doesn't require traditional bathing, plus it takes forever for my fur to dry.

Quickly changing the subject he turns to Anila and says Forgive me for saying so my lady, but you have such dulcet tones in your speaking that I can imagine you would be an extraordinary singer yourself. I hope you will favor us with a song at some point in the near future as well.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25
Delfi the Serving Girl NPC wrote:
"But the water in the river is cold - colder at night!", Delfi uttered innocently, questioning the warrior's common sense and marvelling at his forbearance.

Connor glances from the fire to Delfi and grins at her comment, but says nothing.

Talia Orem NPC wrote:
"What Talia means is the townsfolk seldom swim its waters - only indulging in mid summer when one relishes the coolness and chill of the river. If you require a bath, a tub and buckets of water can be arranged in your personal chamber. There will be no stars, there, regrettably, but it is warmer. " Turning to the group, she announced steadily to all, "If any of you would like to bathe, let me or one of my people know, and it will be arranged. Please do not take to the river, day or night."

He glances from Delfi to Talia.

"I thank you for the offer, but in truth I do not mind the cold so much. Besides, it has been my experience that the trials of the flesh often can distract a person from the trials of the mind."

He turns his eyes back to Delfi.

"When you plunge yourself into icy waters it is easy to forget useless worries. At such a time - when your muscles are burning and your skin is numb and your mind shrieks for air - I find that the only thing I can think of at that moment is surviving."

He shrugs a little and elaborates.

"When all you can think of is surviving and nothing else... I think that can be a good thing, Delfi, Talia's Sister. After all; if we let our mind become weighed down by useless concerns such as which man broke faith with us or who dishonored our name - such burdens can easily cause us to drown, even when we are not bathing," he says to her with a grin.

Talia Orem NPC wrote:
Reflecting on Connor's words regarding the flames, she added quietly, "The sound and dance of the flame can ground a restless heart for a time. I bid you good leisure, Master Connor," before gracefully moving to attend to the table and its other occupants.

Connor's eyes flick from Delfi to to Talia and he looks as if he would respond, but instead, he says nothing and merely considers her words.

As she turns to the others his eyes linger long on her; yet whatever he is thinking he keeps it to himself.


Anila Vayu wrote:
The offer of a bath sounded enticing to Anila and she turned to Talia Orem and said, A bath would be lovely. Perhaps, one final drink first?"

Talia heard Felix mention that Anila was a singer and she wondered why the beautiful albeit quiet lady had not taken to song much sooner.

"Take your time, Mistress Anila. I will have some water boiled for you and a tub brought to the room," she responded to Anila, wondering if she would indeed sing now upon Felix's urging.

Felix Bramblethorn wrote:

Thank you good Talia but we Catfolk have another way of keeping clean that doesn't require traditional bathing, plus it takes forever for my fur to dry.

"As you wish, Master Felix."

Having a quiet word to Delfi and Jax, you see the pretty girl run off toward the kitchen and Jax leave his post at the bar, somewhat begrudgingly, to fetch the copper tub and carry it upstairs to the sleeping chambers.


Current Map

Date: 30th day of Pharast
Time: 9:00pm
Moon Cycle for Pharast: Last Quarter Moon
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

The exquisitely carved cuckoo clock struck the hour of nine. As the remainder of the food was eaten and the drink passed around, Jorje had taken up the fiddle again and the patrons of the inn seemed to be relaxed and enjoying the company and surroundings. The candle light flickered as the hour grew late and the fire in the hearth was kept burning to ensure enduring warmth in the dining hall.

As the fiddle was reaching the climax of its most recent melody at the expert hands of Jorje, the walls of The Wise Piper began to rattle as though they were shaken by nearby thunder.

Can I please have everyone roll a PERCEPTION check.

Only those who have 15 and above on their check, can view the contents of spoiler.

Perception (DC 15):
The sound was not thunder as the adventurers had noted earlier there was not a cloud in the night sky. The sound was more akin to that of a massive landslide!

GM's eyes only:

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18


Male HE Unchained Rogue/Scout 3 [HP: 27/27 | AC: 17 T: 14 FF: 13 | F: +3 R: +7 W: +2 (+2 vs enchantment) Init: +4, Perc: +8]

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Riley goes to take a drink, but pauses before his cup hits his lips. He raises it up in the air instead. "How about a toast mates? We are a sad lot! Stranded without pay, yet surrounded by such incredible hospitality! I propose a toast to Talia and her crew!"

Riley prepares to take a drink as the foundation of the tavern is shaken. He nearly spills his rum on Felix.

"What the hell was that? It sounds as if there has been a landslide of some type! That was too loud for thunder and there hasn't been a cloud in the sky all day!"


Male Catfolk bard 1 / swashbuckler 2 Archetypes Archaeologist, Inspired Blade, NG (catfolk) Init +4, Senses low-light vision; Perception +3 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex, ) hp 23 ((1d8)+(2d10)+4 Fort +1, Ref +9, Will +1
Skills:
Acro +9, Bluff +7, Climb +4, Diplo +7, Disable Dev +5, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (Nature) +6, Knowledge (Planes) +6, Ling. +5, Percept +3, Perf (Dance,Sing) +7, Sense Mot. +3, Spellcraft +5, Stealth +9, Surv +5, UMD +7

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Not wasting any time, Felix runs outside to look around to see where the sound is coming from.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25
GM Ariarh wrote:

Date: 30th day of Pharast

Time: 9:00pm
Moon Cycle for Pharast: Last Quarter Moon
Location: The Wise Piper Inn

Can I please have everyone roll a PERCEPTION check.

Perception Check

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Connor hears the sound outside.

He watches Felix charging outside and he stands up from his chair, but as for himself, he considers things.

Riley "Lucky" Rylin'dar wrote:
"What the hell was that? It sounds as if there has been a landslide of some type! That was too loud for thunder and there hasn't been a cloud in the sky all day!"

Instead, he turns to the others.

”Is there a town watch? There could be danger more than a simple accident,” he says with a loud yet firm voice to the group as he picks up his shield from the pile on the floor and slides his arm into the straps.

He turns to Talia –

”What needs to be done to help your House Talia Orem?” he asks her as he loosens his blade in his sheathe and pulls his axe from his belt.

Connor is not sure if these landslides are common or unusual and – if they are common – if the townsfolk have a usual response to such accidents.

In any case he does not plan on rushing into something foolish until he learns more…


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Connor wrote:

”What needs to be done to help your House Talia Orem?” he asks her as he loosens his blade in his sheathe and pulls his axe from his belt.

Talia heard the sound and it certainly was not thunder! At Connor's urgent inquiry, she replied swiftly, "My House is not under siege, Master Connor. It seems something else has gone wrong this night. The Sheriff and his people are the town watch, but with him and most of his deputies gone to return Gribb to Cassomir - I believe there are only two deputies left in town. Let us see to it!"

Delfi's voice rang out, "It was naught but thunder!", but at Talia's anxious look the girl took the sound more seriously and went quiet beside her sister.

Talia, collecting four torches from behind the bar, lit them in the fireplace, and then called all her people to join her outside to see what the cause of the disruption was. She handed Jax and Jorge a torch and kept one for herself. With her spare hand, she held onto Delfi's hand. The other two torches she handed to her guests.

For anyone who proceeds to step out of the inn:

Moving just past the north-west corner of The Wise Piper, you immediately notice an enormous plume of dust rising in the distance - approximately 960ft due north-east from your current location.


Male Human Barbarian: Savage Bar.; Monk: Fort: 6 Ref: 2 Will 4 – Perc: 7 AC: 17 HP: 25
GM Ariarh wrote:
Talia, collecting four torches from behind the bar, lit them in the fireplace, and then called her people to join her outside to see what the cause of the disruption was.

Connor nods, leaving the bulk of his gear laying besides the chair.

It takes too long to put the armor on; for now he only has shield - so his AC is not so great now, unfortunately.

He sees Talia and the others move for the door and he pauses to switch his axe to the same hand holding his shield. Then he slides his short-sword from his sheath and offers it to Talia -

"Better to see to it with a weapon than without one," he says to her, holding the haft of the short-sword to her if she'll have it.

Not sure if she's armed, but it didn't sound like she was. I'm assuming Jax is, though; if she takes the short-swords she's welcome to it, if not, he'll re-sheathe it and follow her with is axe in hand.

He then steps outside with them.


Male Catfolk bard 1 / swashbuckler 2 Archetypes Archaeologist, Inspired Blade, NG (catfolk) Init +4, Senses low-light vision; Perception +3 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +3 Dex, ) hp 23 ((1d8)+(2d10)+4 Fort +1, Ref +9, Will +1
Skills:
Acro +9, Bluff +7, Climb +4, Diplo +7, Disable Dev +5, Intimidate +7, Knowledge (Nature) +6, Knowledge (Planes) +6, Ling. +5, Percept +3, Perf (Dance,Sing) +7, Sense Mot. +3, Spellcraft +5, Stealth +9, Surv +5, UMD +7

Felix yells back inside the inn from the doorway and says to the group You all might want to get out here, there looks to be an enormous dust plume rising in the distance. Something's happened and it's probably not good.

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