I think that I done with Garvey's profile. Everything you asked for should be in there. Please let me know if I am missing anything.
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"ey Bartlebe i'm ready for round two on the ale" he looks at the gold covered countertop and says "...and I've litteraly asked your helper to take my money and she apparently doesn't want it, so you take it."
Bartlebe absent mindedly fills your ale and takes your generous cash. He starts putting it in the simple drawer behind the bar and he sees how much it is. He looks back at you, ”What’s this for?”
Lief's Background, for your consideration. I expect to refine it over time.
Thanks!
Ederin grins as he grabs his newly poured drink. "Stubborn as an ox." He mutters under his breath. " Gotta respect stones like that."
He saunters back over to Garridan's table where the conversation still centers on birds and gambling, and reclaims the seat he'd emptied.
"I'm in for a game if you ain't chargin'. Barely have enough sweets for the booze I'm drinking, certainly don't have any to lose to you!"
Ederin turns his attention to the lass defending the birds of the world and cuts in when she's finished.
"Hawks are decent birds, huntin' and leavin' people alone, but you ever run into a flock a pigeons here in the streets? Likely to peck yer eyes out if you're holdin' any bread. At the best of times they're a road block, just starin' at ya and twitching their heads."
He does his best pigeon imitation, laughing all the while.
"There's a reason the swindlers around here named easy marks after those damned things."
He is definitely streetwise, Garridan thinks as he ponders Ederin's remarks. He comes to a decision and offers, "What do you want to learn, I can teach you how to play toad although crown and anchors might be easier, your choice." He begins to remove the dice from his pouch.
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"Her help, I felt that her service with giving me water was good enough that it felt justified that I give her money, so I just tossed some up on the counter and she thought I was scamming her some how,
So since she didn't want it and I didn't want to take it back, I'm just giving it to you" Turt explains as he takes a swig of ale.
"its just 15 gold coins..." he adds as a after thought
"It's not my fault..." Perhilion says almost inaudibly to himself.
Then he looks around at the table. "What's going on here? I feel like I missed something. Pretty common feeling but still not my favorite. Also, something about dice? Whatever it is I want to be a part of it."
"There's a reason the swindlers around here named easy marks after those damned things."
Perhilion nods his head vigorously. "Exactly. Pigeons exists to make more pigeons and I'm sure they're pretty smart at that but they're not a creature I'm going to rely on for advice."
What was that? Dimitrio shakes his head as he fails to overhear the conversation or see really what occurred between barkeep and wanna-be thug.
He looks around and smiles, Too much noise. Too many people having a good time.
His smile widens and he almost pats himself in the back. And they didn't even see me dancing yet.
He tips his head to the old man who had taken up his fiddle again. The tune is slow and lacks any enthusiasm but that doesn't matter now. Dimitrio had already primed the audience. I'm good
Madge tries hard to get a better look at the conversation between the half-orc and Bartlebe, but has a hard time doing so while also giving off an appearance of disinterest, particularly considering the crowd and her relative size.
She gives a lopsided frown, channeling her frustration by kicking a bottle on the floor a few feet.
"Aw, jeez!"
Suddenly realizing that someone could trip on it, she goes after it, crawling between the legs of some much larger patrons, apologizing as she goes.
"Sorry about that! Just got get this one thing, if ya don't mind."
Madge trudges back towards Garridan and Perhilion at their table, grabbing a few napkins along the way. She sits down with them and begins to to try to wipe off the dirt and spilled alcohol on her elbows and knees.
"Being 3 feet tall is just so gosh darn inconvenient sometimes!"
The door of the Drunken Lurch swung open. To its edge was a large gauntlet clad hand, still gripping the very top of its edge. If anyone looked in the direction of the entrance of the tavern they would see a tall man clad in scale mail, on his face was a large smile that revealed a fair amount of his teeth.
Garvey looked around himself as he sauntered into the tavern, the armor he wore clinked and clanked with each step. His green eyes lingered on each guest for far longer than was normal Been a while since I've seen so many interesting looking people in one place The mercenary found himself an empty stool and conquered it for his own use "Whatever food you have back there, I'll have plenty of it and something to wash it down with" He said to the bartender, then turned around once more looking at the proprietors of this establishment with that wild smile that never seemed to leave his face "What do you people do for fun around here?" The question seemed sincere enough, but the intensity that tainted his tone made it a little unsettling.
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Turt looked at the newcomer and gives him a once over "you have great taste in armor" he motions towards his own scale armor, grins and takes another swig of ale "but to answer your question, we eat, drink, or if your those guys..." he was his hand towards Perhilion's table "...gamble, really it's kind of sad how unless your in to gambling or the cypher-mages or you know, a criminal, there is not much to do here in good ole Riddleport"
Off to work, not sure if I'll get another post in before the final selection deadline so good luck everyone! Lots of good characters here and I've really enjoyed the roleplay, even the ones I didn't get to directly interact with.
GM: One way or the other I've created a character that I thoroughly enjoy, so thanks for facilitating that.
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He is definitely streetwise, Garridan thinks as he ponders Ederin's remarks. He comes to a decision and offers, "What do you want to learn, I can teach you how to play toad although crown and anchors might be easier, your choice." He begins to remove the dice from his pouch.
"Go big or go home eh? Let's give toad a shot. Can't believe I'm learning a dice game after giving my mates so much hell for rollin' em!"
"Thank you" The mercenary gave a single rap to his armor, causing the metal to cry out briefly "Always made sense to me to try find the armor that would still let you move but will take a blade or arrow for yo if need be" Continued Garvey, his full body turning to face the one that addressed him.
The black haired man looked to Garvey like a fighting man, someone who knew their way around a blade My kind of people His smile widened "I never liked gambling, why would you leave something to chance? Best to win something by your skills, words and if both fail your sword" The red haired warrior leaned back on the counter "But you mentioned Cypher Mages, you wouldn't know anything about them would you?" Asked Garvey not bothering to hide the eagerness in his voice.
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"uhhh...off the top of my head?...I know there original purpose was to study the cypher-gate, but lately they have been to preoccupied with the blot to do that." Turt scratches his hairless chin in though "um...there really secretive I hear, my boss knows many and socialise with many on a weekly basis, but me? Not really, they mostly ignore me so I ignore them." he shrugs "between you and me, i think that the cypher-gate is much more important then the blot"
"Ignoring someone is the fastest way to miss something" The sellsword closed his eyes momentarily and let his fingers on the counter "And if you want to enjoy your life you don't want to miss anything" Garvey craned his neck to the right till he he heard a small cracking sound, then looked back to Turt.
"Oh and thanks for the information, I'll be sure to keep my eyes open for them"
Cataree turns and glowers at Perhilion.
"you think birds are stupid? Perhaps you should learn about things before opening your mouth. They are great and noble creatures. If you wish to step outside I can introduce you to one who will show you which of you is stupid"
She then turns to Steve
"The birds are aware that the Blot is a portent of great danger. But they don't know much more than that"
She then heads over to Aelwyn and quietly speaks
"I haven't any tea, but I can at least give you some nice clean water if you want. Much cleaner than what this place offers"
”Thank you milady. I'll accept. I hadn't realised anyone could milk a cockroach...” Smiling at Cataree and looking to see if she wears any identifying clothes, symbols etc.
”I heard you say that the birds know something of this Blot?. Can you tell me anything more? I'll tell you what I know.”
”I came here to investigate the Cyphergate, but it looks the city has a more pressing issue.”
”I've been thinking about this Blot all day, Cataree. I can't think of anything similar, at least anything magical, but then there are many books I have yet to read. I'm assuming it's magical: could it be natural, some strange kind of cloud?”
"Her help, I felt that her service with giving me water was good enough that it felt justified that I give her money, so I just tossed some up on the counter and she thought I was scamming her some how,
So since she didn't want it and I didn't want to take it back, I'm just giving it to you" Turt explains as he takes a swig of ale.
He looks at you, ”OK then. Uh, thanks!” I don’t know who these strangers are, but they’re all crazy. He grins as he moves smoothly down the bar taking orders.
Aelwyn doesn’t know anything special about the blot.
Now well after lunch, Bartlebe ducks into the kitchen a moment, and the woman who was cooking comes out and tends bar. He grabs a light crossbow from behind the bar and heads out in to the heat of the day.
Reminder
I’m going to leave the recruitment up until tonight (Tuesday) at midnight. Please continue to role play and interact with each other, the scene, etc. - as well as any new applicants today and tomorrow. I’ll make my final decision Wednesday morning and the campaign will start right away. If I have notes out to you, please try to get back to me before then.
If you have not yet applied, this is your last chance to do so. Please apply, if at all possible, early so we have a chance to work out any details, discuss your background, etc. before I have to make final decisions.
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"Cyphergate? Is that the big arch I sailed under when I got here? I thought it was a bridge. Huh. But what do the birds think of it? Animals know things, they can predict earthquakes and stuff. If birds sit on the gate it's probably OK." Like the Blot, Stephen isn't concerned with the gate. But maybe all the reports of infernal forces in the city have something to do with it. He'd have to research it further.
Garvey stared at the scene before him with clear interest Tavern workers pulling out crossbows, I came to the right town The mercenary kept following the armed server with his eyes and even tried to lean over to see what would happen once the crossbow armed man was outside.
"Alright Toad it is then," he says with a grin and begins to explain how the game is played.
now I'll explain the combinations from best to worst;
4-5-6
The highest possible roll. If you roll 4-5-6, you automatically win.
Trips
Rolling three of the same number is known as rolling "trips". Higher trips beat lower trips, so 4-4-4 is better than 3-3-3.
Point
Rolling a pair, and another number, establishes the singleton as a "point". A higher point beats a lower point, so 2-2-6 is better than 5-5-2.
1-2-3
The lowest possible roll. If you roll 1-2-3, you automatically lose.
Any other roll is a meaningless and must be rerolled until one of the above combinations occurs. He leans back in his chair and asks, "Any questions?"
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Izkrael looked up to the sky above. That thing was still there, sparkling in the night sky. Riddleport inhabitants seemed to have already get used to the strange astral event-unfortunately, Izkrael couldn't say the same. The "Blot", as they called it in Riddleport, caught his attention everytime he spent with the sky above his head. He felt like there was something tying him to the shadow in the sky.
He had been in Riddleport for almost two days, and after a brief return to his "home" in the wilds to recover all of his belongings, Izkrael was getting back to Riddleport, as always ferried by the loyal Grimas Oltedler, who shaked him from his thoughts about the blot with his raucous voice, announcing that the ferry was about to reach the city's docks. Izkrael smirked at his old friend. He saw him growing older and older over time, but he still appreciated his discreet demeanor.
"Be careful out there, boy" said Grimas when the ferry finally landed.
"I'm older than you, Grimas" answered Izkrael, with his usual whisper.
He jumped nimbly on one of the docks and nodded saying goodbye to his old friend. You grow up so quickly...Who will ferry me here when you'll be too old and weathered to row?. He repelled a hint of malincony, trying to focus on his current goal, slowly shaking his head as to drive away those thoughts.
Izkrael wore his hood and began moving towards the Gold Goblin, where he hoped to find his contact in the city.
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"The city never never changes", was used to say Avery Slyeg about Riddleport. He had the pretension to fully understand every secret of the city, know everything happening in Riddleport. He's wrong. This city is always changing, thought Izkrael taking a dark side alley. The streets were filled with stale rainwater and they smelled of sweat, alcohol, rain, garbage and blood. But above all else, they were filled with people, even in the most hidden of the alleys. Obviously, the people who lurked in the nights of Riddleport were not the same who milled around during the day.
The Wharf District was never one the quietest one, but that night seemed to proliferate with night life. Sailors, pirates, easy lads, quickwives and soggy plums were everywhere. The smell of peat mixed with incense suddenly filled Izkrael's nostrils: that was the smell of the city. Anticipating a quickwife that was attempting to reach him to offer her "services", Izkrael left the alley and took a main road.
The oil lamps mounted on metal poles lightened his path, causing him to wink his eyes. Why this light has to be so annoying?, complained to himself Izkrael. He continued going ahead for what seemed like hours but actually were only minutes. In the end, after a whole night of searching, he wasn't able to find the Gold Goblin.
Izkrael was tired because of his full day spent in wilds, and needed some rest. He entered the first tavern he saw-its name was the Drunken Lurch.
Izkrael fixed his hood, slowly checking his weapons with a touch of his hands and assuring that all of them were carefully hidden. Then he took a deep breath and made his entrance into the tavern. He asked for a place where to sleep, offered some coins more than necessary and gained the permission to sleep in one of the workers' room.
The following day, he descended into the tavern to have his breakfast but noticed that lunch was already approaching. I need to fix my habits if I plan to stay in this city long enough to find out more about the Blot.
Replying to Stephen.”That's the one! I think I'm more interested in the Blot, at least to start with. The Cyphergate's not going anywhere. But this Blot is recent. Why would it happen? Cataree, do birds avoid the Blot, I wonder?” Turning to Cataree to include her.
Good luck, everyone. Off to bed - it's late here.
Izkrael, join us in the Drunken Lurch for a pre-gambling drink and role play with the group.
G'night Mark.
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After what seems like a short time, Bartlebe returns with a couple waifs in tow, drawing a small hand cart loaded with crates of wine. He quickly unloads them into the kitchen, drops a few coppers in the youths hands, and returns to his spot behind the bar.
"Where is that Jallena? I need to stow this wine." he murmurs as he serves a couple folks and receives the other woman who returns to the kitchen to finish cleaning up and prepare for the dinner crowd in a couple hours.
Lured by the conversations he hears about the blot, Izkrael walks slowly towards the bar to gain a better position to eavesdrop what the bystanders are saying.
With a full night of meditation behind him, he feels much more dynamic. After sitting on a stool in front of the bartender, he asks in a raucous whisper: "My greetings, good man. I wouldn't mind something to bite. What are you offering?" He tries his best to avoid being intimidating despite the gloomy timber of his voice.
Hi again!
I do not mind to be a contact for your character, although Larandel is also new to Riddleport. Thus, the connection might be better to just assume having a common past (we both come from the Mierani forest) and having met at the road to the city.
"My greetings, good man. I wouldn't mind something to bite. What are you offering?" He tries his best to avoid being intimidating despite the gloomy timber of his voice.
Bartlebe leans in to hear the new stranger, but doesn't seem overly uneasy, though he is quiet in return. "Sorry sir, kitchen's closed, we're cleaning up lunch and prepping dinner. You understand. I could do a cold something, likely mostly vegetables and some bread if you like."
He wipes down the bar a little as he waits for an answer.
Eying Bartlebe as he returns Garridan breathes a sigh of relief, I thought he went out hunting for rats or pigeons for the cook pot.
As he listens to the conversation around him he concludes, "Blot, blot, blot, this blot is begining to annoy me and is interrupting my favorite pastime. He proposes, "What better way to take your mind off your concerns about this blot then a game of chance."
It's dinner time already? How long I've been meditating?
It would be just fine, thanks good man. Izkrael begins to look around himself. He spots several people involved in a talk about the blot, the Cyphergate and...birds?!
Izkrael waits until the man serves him something to eat, pays and thanks him, after which he sits near to the party talking about the blot to have his dinner.
After hearing what the group says about the blot, and grasping that the discussion would soon turn into a game of chance, he inserts himself in the conversation, speaking at a distance from his table. "You seem to know a lot of things about this city...Please, would you mind to share some informations with a humble foreigner? I'm searching for a place called the Gold Goblin-it should be located here in the Wharf District, but I've no idea of how to reach it". He tries to make his voice as melodious as he can, eliminating the threatening whisper he's used to, while playing the part of the disoriented stranger. I'm not that good at bluffing, but maybe my ancestors' features will help me out.
"You seem to know a lot of things about this city...Please, would you mind to share some informations with a humble foreigner? I'm searching for a place called the Gold Goblin-it should be located here in the Wharf District, but I've no idea of how to reach it
Looking at the stranger who interrupted the conversation Yes any distraction from this talk is welcome and replies to his question, "Several of us are heading over there this evening, your welcome to join us if your of the mind to."
"yeah, my boss talks waaay to much about the blot with all them cypher mages at my job, i kinda dont want to here about it here too" Turt grumbles with a bit of humor on his face.
"Yes enough of this blot! Are you interested in rolling the bones? For fun, no coin wagers, for now."
Perhilion takes note of Bartlebe's return. "Transporting wine is serious business around here. People do seem fond of the stuff.
"I'm done with birds for the moment. Cyphergate, now that's interesting. Maybe more so than the blot, but we can leave that for another time too. What about those dice?
Just in case knowledge checks about the cyphergate and cyphermages.
Perhilion listens to Garridian's explanation of the game. "Ok, just one question. You're sure about the pot thing?"
"So Cataree what is your quah? Just curious if you're wondering why I'm asking."
The tiefling hoped the question didn't offend Cataree.
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Cataree laughs at Ederins joke
"You have me there. City bred pigeons are more flying vermin than the true birds of prey I was referring to"
She then turns to Aelwyn
"the spirits of my people tell us that there is a great potential danger and that the Blot is related to that danger. We don't know if the Blot is the danger or if it is just a sign."
Cataree has many tattoos on her body, obviously of some significance. There is a fairly prominent hawk tattoo, a less prominent moon tattoo. There is also a butterfly tattoo that seems to be done in a slightly different style than the others
Including Perhilion in the conversation
"perhaps I should visit these Cyphermages and see what they may know on the subject. Could you tell me where they may be found?"
Turning to Ryssa
"I am of the Shriikirri-Quah. What you would call the Hawk Clan. You may ask me what you will about my people. It is refreshing to meet curiosity and not hostility"
"I'm done with birds for the moment. Cyphergate, now that's interesting. Maybe more so than the blot, but we can leave that for another time too. What about those dice?
Perhilion listens to Garridian's explanation of the game. "Ok, just one question. You're sure about the pot thing?"
"Great! Yes, yes I'm sure abut the pot thing. Now if were a real game we would state our wages but since it's for fun we'll skip that part. I roll first and then we each roll until we get a winning combination. I'll roll first." he shakes the dice and tosses them, "Tripples!" Its going to be a good night.
Madge nods and smiles approvingly.
"Oh, just a good friendly game! Some neat fun between buddies."
Madge kneels on her chair, leaning over onto the table.
"So how's this whole thing work, anyways, eh?"
She mimes holding some dice then throwing them.
"Ya just like roll them in your hand and throw them? There some kinda strategy or something?"
Garridan says with an encouraging smile,"Yes, yes that is how you roll them."He takes a deep breath, Patience this the first time for many of them he counsels himself. "No Strategy involved, just luck." He explains again how to play the game of Toad.
Madge's brow scrunches up and her mouth cocks to one side.
"No strategy? Well that's kinda silly. Trying to figure out how to win while your buddy's trying to do the same thing is what makes games fun, dontcha know?"
She leans back, shaking her head and frowning to herself.
"I just don't understand it."
She suddenly leans forward again, her eyebrow raised at Garridan.
"So am I missing something? What makes it fun?"
"All luck and no strategy has got me this far in life. That's not really a good reason to keep doing things that way though. Still, here's a thing I've never done before. Stave off the gray"! Perhilion touches his hair nervously and picks up the dice.
"That looks about right."
"That was very easy and yet I did it poorly. Still, I'd do it again. Say? Do you know what prestidigitation is?"
"Madge, I don't get it either. I try to be good at things, so when there's not skill involved, and thus nothing to be good at, that's a little confounding. I wonder if the appeal is that you can't really be good or bad at it. It's just a thing you do that's exciting for a moment."
"Winning, makes it fun. Leaving with a purse full of coin makes it fun. Taking a chance makes it fun Madge." Exasperated he continues, " No thought, no strategy, no skill, just luck." Handing her the dice, "Go ahead, just roll them and see."
Turning to Steve he says happily, "I have that same problem, but keep rolling till you get a winning combination."
"All luck and no strategy has got me this far in life. That's not really a good reason to keep doing things that way though. Still, here's a thing I've never done before. Stave off the gray"! Perhilion touches his hair nervously and picks up the dice.
[dice=Toad]1d6 1d61d6
"That looks about right."
"That was very easy and yet I did it poorly. Still, I'd do it again. Say? Do you know what prestidigitation is?"
"Madge, I don't get it either. I try to be good at things, so when there's not skill involved, and thus nothing to be good at, that's a little confounding. I wonder if the appeal is that you can't really be good or bad at it. It's just a thing you do that's exciting for a moment."
"Yes keep rolling until you get a winning combination, give it a change you'll love it. All Gnomes do."
Noticing Garridan's exasperation, Madge's desire to keep everyone happy takes over.
"Well, I guess if ya say so. Since it's just a friendly game, I guess I could give it a try."
She takes the dice, glancing about at the others as she tumbles them in her hands, looking for approval, then tosses them.
"Three threes, that's...something, right?"
Noticing Garridan's exasperation, Madge's desire to keep everyone happy takes over.
"Well, I guess if ya say so. Since it's just a friendly game, I guess I could give it a try."
She takes the dice, glancing about at the others as she tumbles them in her hands, looking for approval, then tosses them.
1d6
1d6
1d6"Three threes, that's...something, right?"
"Yes its called triples, and it beat my triples that I thew." He says dejectedly. Never dice with a halfling I know better.
Madge waves her hands frantically, as though she could wipe away the roll if she just waved enough. Her attempt to raise Garridan's spirits by playing along has backfired.
" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! Those three twos ya got were pretty super, dontcha know. You were trying to get something good and got it, and I just got lucky, so you totally get bonus points or something, ya?"
Perhilion looks up at Garridan. "Do you feel like you've found the right halfling?"
"I see. So tell me more about this Hawk Clan or do you prefer I call it by its proper name Shriikirri-Quah?
The tiefling's interest was caught by the Shoanti woman.