Rise of the Runelords: Anniversary Edition ran by DM KLS (Inactive)

Game Master KyleS

Triel is... a bit taken aback by how friendly Vanya is. She hesitates, glancing down at her offered hand before taking it herself.

"...Triel. Out of Cheliax."

That's quite a long name she has. More or less standard for elves, but at least it doesn't sound like you're blowing your nose when you say it.

She adds: "By the way, don't eat any Chelaxian caravan food. Gives you weird dreams."

Ithylia: "You're very welcome. If you have time in the next few days, you should come by Vernah's Fine Clothing. We have quite a selection of dresses that I think you may like as well! Don't forget, we're on Prickleback Lane!" the vendor says with a smile as she takes the coin from you.

Triel's words seem to trouble the girl, her effervescent smile fades for a moment. "Dreams?" Vanya tries to get a feel for where Triel is headed with her Chelish caravan food comment, but can't see enough of the woman's face to judge. "Or maybe it's the air, I didn't have any caravan food and slept... poorly last night."

Triel shrugs her shoulders. Her mail *clinks* slightly as she does so. "Chelish food tastes horrible. No flavor to start with and the spices play havoc with your throat."

She chuckles. "Well, unless your dreams involved your own corpse being thrown at you, I can't imagine you slept any more poorly than half of the people here." She sweeps her arm out, indicating the milling crowd, then turns back to you. "Because that's what mine involved."

Hmm... the mention of dreams seems to trouble her. This ought to be interesting...

"I won't forget!" Taking her scarf with a very happy smile, she added it to the scarves she was already wearing making her even more colorful. With a happy smile on her face, and a wave goodbye to the nice vendor she skipped her way down to the booth she had been directed to about butterfly scarves. "Hello, can I have a look at your butterfly scarves?"

Ithylia: The vendor turns around as she smiles at you and replies with glee "Sure you can, let me get a few of them for you to look at." She turns back around to move a few of her wares around while still holding conversation with you. "So are you staying or going?"

I would try the rock lifting game, but I really can't deal with any trouble today.
I will nod to the men running the games, and carry on my way.

Distracted by his nodding Jack runs into the leg of a man standing near a cart. looking up and the man, Jack sees that he is fairly well armed.
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 to see what exactly he has on him.

My bad buddy, you ah, feeling ok? You look at little off

For reference, who are you aiming at Jack, NPC or PC?

"I'm staying in town for a bit. I got in last night."

I'm swinging at Artemis, he looks all lonely and distracted.

Once again lost in his thoughts about the dream, Artemis didn't see the wild looking Halfling until he had crashed into his leg. Gripping the side of the wagon to keep himself from falling, Artemis looks down at the Halfling who had just spoken.

"Ah..yeah. No worries, the crowd can push you in places you don't want to go. As to me, I am feeling a bit tired, didn't sleep well last night and today has already been a long day. Oh. Um. My name is Artemis Deacon, woodsman and woodcutter. What brings you to Sandpoint, are you here for the festival or just passing through?"

"Dreams the same? Desna is the goddess of dreams, but this one seemed more suited to an uglier faith. Was your dream in a misty, shrouded no-where and someone demanded you meet your fate?" Vanya is clearly excited by the possibility that someone shared a dream with her. "I think we were supposed to meet, here, under Desna's Swallowtails!" Embarrassed again, Vanya realizes she is still holding Triel's hand. She drops it like a hot stone. The sheepish grin is followed by a confession, "Mother always said my head was in the clouds. Sorry."

Triel pauses, letting Vanya bounce around. It's more a pause of surprise than anything else.

Wait. She had the same dream I had? That... that just raises even more questions, come to think of it. At least she hasn't figured out who I am yet-- oh, great. Now I've gone and jinxed it.

"...yes. Yes, it was. Only the person who demanded it had no face."

At the mention of being supposed to meet here, Triel shrugs her shoulders again. Another *clink*. I'd have preferred meeting without having the same bizarre dream, but I'll take what I can get.

Triel doesn't appear to mind overmuch that you constantly appear to have your head in the clouds. "Eh, better in the clouds than in the sand."

What a spacey girl.

i'm Jack, I've been here a couple o weeks, I've been staying at a couple o places around town, seeing which one I like the best. I suppose i'm just here for the free food and the view

Perception check for hot women in the crowd perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
seriously wasting all these sweet rolls, it's going to be all 1s and 2s once something is trying to kill me.

What about you Artemis? What brings a woodsman to town today? Also how are you with the ladies? I do see some fine ones here I have not seen before. How's your game?

Artemis blushes and chokes a bit.

"My game? Uh. I live down south of here in the Whisperwood. My father, brother and I are here for the festival and dedication. We brought in a load of wood to sell. Besides eating and uh..checking out the ladies, what do you do? Why haven't you tried some of the strength games, you look pretty strong."

Cian walked around watching the people playing games, trying the food(the spiced salmon.. Delicious!), and most of all, listening to all the different conversation. At one point he noticed a bright flash of color and thought a butterfly wan still around, but it was another half-elf. A beautiful one. It looked like she was with someone though, so he moved by with only a nod and a smile to the couple.

Ithylia: The vendor turns back around with a few choices in scarves for you to look at. "Well I hope that you enjoy your stay in Sandpoint and enjoy the festival today. It's quite an important day here for us here you know. Now I've got both of these here that you may be interested in." One seems like a simple pattern and the other looks much more elegant and seems to change color as it shifts in the sunlight.

Jack: There are a few women who stand out more than others. I'll give a better description when I get home.

Ithylia could only stare at the one that seemed to change colors in the sunlight. "How much... is this one?"

The colorful one would distract her. XD

Ithylia: "This particular one is 50 gold, but it's colors are always guaranteed to change and stay vibrant no matter what. It's very much worth the cost and would match you perfectly." the vendor states as she shows it off. You're welcome to a Knowledge Arcana to see how the scarf seems to change it's colors.

Jack: Aside from your latest object of affection, there's a fair amount of attractive women, though some of them who are wearing more revealing outfits seem to be in a larger group together with a few Shoanti tribesmen.

Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Ithylia's face dropped a little as she double checked what she had in her purse. It was such a pretty scarf.

Ithylia: You can tell that there's a simple aura enchantment allowing it to change color, which is why the price is higher than some of the other scarves.

"W-would you take... 45 gold for it? I... can't really afford more than that." Ithylia looked up at her hopeful.

Ithylia: Go ahead and role me a diplomacy check if you want to try and haggle.

Triel watches the scarf-covered half-elf haggle with the scarf vendor. She shrugs her shoulders (*clink*), nods at Vanya, and walks over to check the scarves out.

A scale mail clad person with a full closed-face helm walks up to the vendor, stopping next to the scarf-clad lady. She takes a look at the color-changing scarf in the other lady's hands.

"Nice scarf."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Guess she's not getting that scarf. She's one gold short as is. She offered high because she thought it was worth it.

Ithylia: The vendor gives a slight frown as she responds "I'm sorry miss, but I can't afford to lower it. But yes, it is a lovely scarf." as she motions to the woman in clad scale-mailed woman.

The armor-clad woman looks at the scarf, then to the look on the scarf-wearing half-elf's face. She shrugs (*clinky-clink*), then reaches into her coin purse and pulls out one gold piece and starts thumbing it. She turns back to the scarf-clad lady.

"How much is it?"

Here's hoping I can cover it. She looks like a local; odds are she knows something about this town.

Ithylia's face dropped. "T-Then i can't take it... I don't have enough." The moment she had seen it, she had wanted it. The realization that she couldn't afford it had briefly taken the wind out of her sails. It would take everything she had and then a bit, then she couldn't afford a room for the night.

"...M-maybe the 45, and a song?" She would give it one last shot.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
I have a feeling this is still a no.

Looking at the armor clad woman, "She is asking 50 gold for it."

"And you have how much?" The armor-clad woman says.

Apparently, she's a performer of some sort. Still, I should at least try to be friendly; she's more noticeable than me, at any rate. Everyone's eyes will be on her.

"I can, safely afford 45. I might could push it a gold or two more, max." The look of utter crush had been removed from Ithylia's face. While she was not yet back to her happy, bubbly self, there was a possibility things where looking up.

The armor-clad lady pauses. Then digs around in her coin purse, producing four more gold pieces. She leaves the five of them in front of the scarf girl.

"Eh, they were burning a hole in my pocket anyway."

You're welcome, by the way.

Ithylia's face lit up. "Thank you! Thankyou!Thankyou!Thankyou!" She was already bouncing again all excited by the time she got to the second thank you. Fishing out the rest of the gold to pay for the scarf, Ithylia handed it all over to the vender before taking the scarf excitedly.

She wrapped it a couple of times around the base of her ponytail before tying it in place. Now it could be see and show off the pretty colors and butterflies.

Turning to her kind new friend, she wore a huge smile on her face. "I'm Ithylia Nassym."

"Triel."

Triel watches Ithylia bounce around, crossing her arms and leaning against the vendor's counter. Her scale mail is, in essence, the polar opposite of Ithylia's garb: where she has an abundance of color, Triel looks like she stepped out of a children's coloring book: dull grey with occasional patches of white. A medallion depicting a sword stuck in a stone hangs around her neck.

"Now, I suppose the only question left to ask is where you got all your scarves from."

Seriously, what in all the hells does one person need so many scarves for?

Pointing at the Turquoise one, "My family gave me this one, and this one" pointing at the pink one "Was a gift from a group of Shoati that I traveled with at one point. I picked up the Green one in Ravenmoor and the Purple one in Nybor." ^^ <- way better than words for explaining her expression

Well, I ahhh, hadn't found and good competition yet.
That is totally a lie so bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17if you would like.
You look like a strong man though, how about it? You and me at the boulder lifting game, loser has to try and get us in whith that attractive group of ladies over there

Jack motions to the group of scantily clad women he has spotted.

Pondering the meaning of meeting someone that shared ad ream Vanya drifts along beind the armored elf. Did more people have the same dream? She looks upward, her expression is far off, and unfocused.

Triel glances behind her, a bit surprised that Vanya followed her.

"Oh, before I forget: this is Vanya." Triel motions to the green-eyed half-elf in flowing robes and long blond hair behind her. She steps aside a bit, letting Vanya and Ithylia have a clear space between them.

"Hi!" Ithylia gave Vanya a happy, excited wave. "You two enjoying the festival so far?"

"It's fine enough. Certainly beats other festivals I passed through on the way here. More lively." Triel says, nonchalance embedded in every word. She glances over at Vanya, expecting a reply.

So far, nobody's taken a close look at me. But Ithylia here seems much sharper than Vanya; it'll definitely be a good idea to befriend her as well.

"Well they have all sorts of music and games!" Grabbing a hand from each of them starting to pull them along with her. "Let's go have some fun!"

'I like my new friends'

Triel is definitely surprised by Ithylia grabbing her hand and pulling her along, but not resisting. Her free hand goes to her helmet, holding it steady as she's dragged along.

Stay on stay on stay on stay on stay on

"Me strong? No, I am not that strong. Maybe stronger than some, but you are certainly stronger than I ever hope to be. Why don't we find one of the strong guys in the town and see if we can"t beat them? And you don't want me trying to get you the attention of a lady. No not at all."

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Then you had better win! HAHAHA

I wander over to the boulder lifting game where I assume I am still getting shifty looks.
Right, my new friend and I would like to see which one of us is stronger, so 2 boulders if you don't mind.

Assuming we get boulders, I attempt to lift one.
strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Artemis grunts as he tries to lift his boulder.

"What have you gotten me into?"

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As Ithylia drags Triel & Vanya through the festival, Triel looks over at the boulder-lifting game... and can't help but chuckle. The wild-looking halfling she saw earlier challenged the green-clad human from the butterfly cart to the boulder-lifting game and, in short (no pun intended), beat him. She tugs on Ithylia's hand to get her attention and points to the two men.

"Hey, did you see that?"

I bet I could top that.

Ithylia came to a stop and looked over towards where Triel was directing her gaze.

"Yeah! The halfling beat him!" She paused for a moment before looking to Triel. "Are you wanting to give it a shot? I doubt I could win something like that."

Artemis stares at the Halfling and then around at the crowd who has gathered and who are now staring at him for losing the lifting contest.

"Thanks Jack, as if my life wasn't complicated enough. First that dream now this. Quite a day I've had."

Triel hesitates. She appears to be considering it.

I'm fairly certain that I *can* top that... the better question would be 'Should I try to?'

She turns back to Ithylia. "And who says you'd lose?"

Don't worry buddy, I got this, after I beat a few more people, everyone will either think I am some kind of super strong crazy man, or i'm cheating, either way, it doesn't reflect badly on you. Anyone else want to try me!!

Jack whispers the first part to Artemis but yells the last part to the small crowd.

Just as a note, Jack noticed the quip about the dream, but he is ignoring it.

"Acts of strength aren't really my forte." Ithylia debated for a moment, "Though, I'm willing to try if you want to play."