Idiah and Merian,
Such pretty wenches! Are you with this whore? You both look like you might be worth a silver piece each!
~Idiah sneers back, and her fingers brush the axehead at her waist~
Trying to him, Idiah's gesture may be mistaken for something else.
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Idiah and Merian,
Such pretty wenches! Are you with this whore? You both look like you might be worth a silver piece each!
~Idiah sneers back, and her fingers brush the axehead at her waist~
Trying to him, Idiah's gesture may be mistaken for something else.
Idiah,
Well now, you must really get a sharper wit and tongue. Perhaps you can take some lessong from your axe, unless it is as dull as you are, wench!
However, my dear , I doubt that you are as good with that axe as I am with my sword. ~He brushes his fingers over the hilt of his sword~
Idiah doesn't really want to start a fight, just get the man to back off...but she takes the threat from his sword seriously and moves her hand away from her belt. He's a powerful local man, and she's a stranger and wanted fugitive; despite his arrogance and bombast she doubts the locals would take her side if it came to a trial.
"It's a fine axe for chopping wood, m'lord," she says, with fake cheer. "I find that the bigger the tree grows, the harder it falls...but certainly your lordship knows nothing of such plebean labors. You'll be forgiven for thinking a sword better than an axe."
Merian,
Such "pious" wenches should have better manners. Or does your precious God no teach such things?
Merian's expression remains stormy, and she snaps back, "My Goddess has taught me much - including how to tell the difference between a lord and an ass in rich clothing." Noticing Idiah's move toward her axe, she adds, "She also taught me how to wield a blade, which means that I at least carry something more impressive than a limp... carrot." She sneers the last word.
[undercommon, quiet enough for people not at our table to hear]
"Kael, canst thou determine if yon Lord carries any magic 'pon him?"
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Merian,
Such "pious" wenches should have better manners. Or does your precious God no teach such things?
Merian's expression remains stormy, and she snaps back, "My Goddess has taught me much - including how to tell the difference between a lord and an ass in rich clothing." Noticing Idiah's move toward her axe, she adds, "She also taught me how to wield a blade, which means that I at least carry something more impressive than a limp... carrot." She sneers the last word.
Merian,
Oh, you want to see the size of my carrot? ~he tosses 3 silver at you~ Then come to the back alley and you shall see, oh pious trollop!
Idiah thinks to herself: He is just trying to provoke us. The people at the other tables don't like him either. Who is this man? He's certainly rich. Does he really control the jail here? When it comes to that, where is here?
~Idiah picks up one of the silver coins he threw at Merian and bites it, as though testing if it is a fake, then makes a disgusted face.
"Ugh. It tastes dirty!" She exclaims in a loud voice, so everyone can hear. "And it looks green!"
Merian,
Oh, you want to see the size of my carrot? ~he tosses 3 silver at you~ Then come to the back alley and you shall see, oh pious trollop!
Merian leaps to her feet, her patience fraying to the breaking point. "You have one chance to apologize, you pathetic old man, or I will cut your little carrot off for you."
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Merian,
Oh, you want to see the size of my carrot? ~he tosses 3 silver at you~ Then come to the back alley and you shall see, oh pious trollop!
Merian leaps to her feet, her patience fraying to the breaking point. "You have one chance to apologize, you pathetic old man, or I will cut your little carrot off for you."
Merian,
Oh, so you think to challenge me? ~laughter~ You? A meer slip of a woman. Hell, you are not even a proper woman. ~he points to Tess~ Why don't you take some tips from that copper piece whore on how to behave like a woman?
Merian barks a harsh laugh. "I am a Swordlieutenant Second in the Shining Crusade, and have served three years on the front lines," she replies hotly. "Find your blade, my lord, or reveal your cowardice for all to see."
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Idiah thinks to herself: He is just trying to provoke us. The people at the other tables don't like him either. Who is this man? He's certainly rich. Does he really control the jail here? When it comes to that, where is here?
~Idiah picks up one of the silver coins he threw at Merian and bites it, as though testing if it is a fake, then makes a disgusted face.
"Ugh. It tastes dirty!" She exclaims in a loud voice, so everyone can hear. "And it looks green!"
Idiah,
My money dirty? Why it is proably cleaner than you are, you uncouth wench!
Priapus,
Of course, you two wenches hang around such short being. I hope that he satisfies you. I doubt that he does as good a job as a real man would.
~Idiah rolls her eyes and mumbles under her breath:
All right. (Assuming Kael fills me in on whether Lord Granger has any magic items on his person...) Here goes nothing.
I rise and calmly walk over to the table, coming up behind Lord Granger. On my way over, I catch one of the PC's eyes, smile, and wink.
"You," I say, addressing the PC's, "should be ashamed of yourselves. This man is a Lord of the realm, and hence a representative of Their Highnesses' will and good grace. Have you nothing better to do than take His Lordship to task? He has spoken harshly, but has spoke only the truth as he would see it.
"As I revere the Royal Law, just so I stand for His Lordship, its rightful embodiment here. If you have a dispute with him," and I look Merian in the eye and nod, "then you must challenge me."
"That is beyond my skills at the moment. I am still a bit drained from earlier."
Kael walks up behind Brother seamus. Looking at his fellow gnome with an worried expression. "Is there a way to make this situation go away?"
"That is beyond my skills at the moment. I am still a bit drained from earlier."
Kael walks up behind Brother seamus. Looking at his fellow gnome with an worried expression. "Is there a way to make this situation go away?"
"We shall see."
Perform Comedy 1d20+5 = (15+5) 20
"You are such a little man aren't you..... So Tiny....Then again you are what you eat right?"
In Undercommon, privately to Kael, whose approach I was not expecting:
If thou knowest the game, play along. But stay clear if thou dost not."
"As I revere the Royal Law, just so I stand for His Lordship, its rightful embodiment here. If you have a dispute with him," and I look Merian in the eye and nod, "then you must challenge me."
Merian blinks for a moment, looking surprised, then nods. "If he will not fight, but accepts you as a second, I will duel you instead," she replies.
~defends Lord Granger's judgement~
Idiah stares at the strange white man in the cowl who is defending "his lordship's" behavior: isn't he the same man the noble was sneering at just moments ago? What is he, a glutton for punishment?
Perform Comedy 1d20+5 = (15+5) 20
"You are such a little man aren't you..... So Tiny....Then again you are what you eat right?"
Idiah tries to stifle a boistrous laugh, but the gnome's "small" joke, in conjunction with his small size and in contrast to the noble's height, is too hilarious to contain.
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!"
Kael bows to Brother Seamus and takes two steps back.
Sharoth
"Lord, have you nothing better to do than stand here insulting people you know nothing about? One day, one of those strangers may prove to be your savior, or your demise." He eyes Granger wearily.
looks up at the lord
"I'm bored, maybe another time your lordship"
walks back to his spot at the table and looks over at the old wizard
~starts eating soup
~Belch~~~~
Kael moves to the table the gnome is at.
"May I join you?"
"The more the merrier, well unless your a snot like the old annoying fart over here."
Kael keeps a watch on Brother Seamus, facing him.
Kael waves to a waitress with the "I'll have the special" signal and sits down.
"My name is Kael Shornin."
Idiah eyes the dark-haired gnome Priapus is talking to. She doesn't know what they're saying to each other, but since they're gnomes saying it, it probably means mischief.
~Smiles Broadly~
"Good soup"
Kael dips his finger in his wine and draws a strange sigil on the table. Glances at Priapus with a "look at this" and then looks at the Lord 'noble' and then back at the sigil and back at Priapus.
Idiah whispers to Priapus.
"Priapus, I didn't get a chance to speak with you before you ran out of the room. I wanted to ask you what town we are in. Are we anywhere near Canorate?"
She scoots her chair away from the sigil, unsure if it is some sort of harmful fey magic.
~looks at sigil; Eyes widen in astonishment~
" Are you sure?"
"you can't be serious?