While the elf prays to the trees, or leaves, or winds, or the bugs, whatever, Cael will begin wrestling playfully with Barrett. In the middle of the sparring match he will look up at Germon, You know, I had some dogs back home, some horses too. They were good to have hunting and guards, of course Tarryn never allowed them in the hut because of that damned rodent of hers. What about you? What did you leave back home? At the conclusion of the sentence he will look at all of you for a moment before he continues wrestling with the dog.
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1d20+5
Germon watched with amusement as the Cael wrestled with Barrett. Once Cael asked his question, Germon's expression changed drastically to a look of loathing for just a brief moment and then his face was solemn.
"I left everything." He said. There was a touch of regret mixed with frustration in his voice. "Little of it I miss. Much of it I despise recalling."
Once there was a break in the wrestling, Germon petted Barrett.
"He was the only friend I had who didn't abandon me." Germon stepped back and drew his sword and held it out.
"This sword was a gift from the only man whom ever care for me." Then he pulled a Drow emblem attach to a chain hanging from his neck. It wasn't visible before as he wore it under his shirt. He looked at it mournfully. Gently he caressed the object.
"This was a memento from the person I admired most." Germon then looked to the sky.
"I cannot disappoint them. I cannot let them down. That is why I am determined to grow in both ability and mentality"
He then turned to Cael. "I have much still I can obtain though so I try not to worry about what I left behind. Everything of importance that wasn't destroyed I still have. What about you? Have you everything of importance to you?"
Survival Check: If it is to get food, or protect against some bad weather, Add +1 more to the results
While the elf prays to the trees, or leaves, or winds, or the bugs, whatever, Cael will begin wrestling playfully with Barrett. In the middle of the sparring match he will look up at Germon, You know, I had some dogs back home, some horses too. They were good to have hunting and guards, of course Tarryn never allowed them in the hut because of that damned rodent of hers. What about you? What did you leave back home? At the conclusion of the sentence he will look at all of you for a moment before he continues wrestling with the dog.
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1d20+5
Germon watched with amusement as the Cael wrestled with Barrett. Once Cael asked his question, Germon's expression changed drastically to a look of loathing for just a brief moment and then his face was solemn.
"I left everything." He said. There was a touch of regret mixed with frustration in his voice. "Little of it I miss. Much of it I despise recalling."
Once there was a break in the wrestling, Germon petted Barrett.
"He was the only friend I had who didn't abandon me." Germon stepped back and drew his sword and held it out.
"This sword was a gift from the only man whom ever care for me." Then he pulled a Drow emblem attach to a chain hanging from his neck. It wasn't visible before as he wore it under his shirt. He looked at it mournfully. Gently he caressed the object.
"This was a memento from the person I admired most." Germon then looked to the sky.
"I cannot disappoint them. I cannot let them down. That is why I am determined to grow in both ability and mentality"
He then turned to Cael. "I have much still I can obtain though so I try not to worry about what I left behind. Everything of importance that wasn't destroyed I still have. What about you? Have you everything of importance to you?"
A polite nod, and half smile is given towards Darnail.
Upon sight of the drow emblem, Cael gasps, That is an emblem of the Bean Sidhe, is it not? I have heard stories of the dark strangers, once that were not muttered in front of women or children. When asked if he has everything that is of importance he replies, sadly, No, everything I cared about was back at my village and we were ready to move for the warm months. My two older brothers were back there, as was my sister, and my lifemate, Tarryn. She had the most beautiful eyes, It reminded me of the reflection of the clear sky in the ice on the lake. He drifts off, and then comes back to. Anyways, I believe there is a village not far from here.
While the elf prays to the trees, or leaves, or winds, or the bugs, whatever, Cael will begin wrestling playfully with Barrett. In the middle of the sparring match he will look up at Germon, You know, I had some dogs back home, some horses too. They were good to have hunting and guards, of course Tarryn never allowed them in the hut because of that damned rodent of hers. What about you? What did you leave back home? At the conclusion of the sentence he will look at all of you for a moment before he continues wrestling with the dog.
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1d20+5
Germon watched with amusement as the Cael wrestled with Barrett. Once Cael asked his question, Germon's expression changed drastically to a look of loathing for just a brief moment and then his face was solemn.
"I left everything." He said. There was a touch of regret mixed with frustration in his voice. "Little of it I miss. Much of it I despise recalling."
Once there was a break in the wrestling, Germon petted Barrett.
"He was the only friend I had who didn't abandon me." Germon stepped back and drew his sword and held it out.
"This sword was a gift from the only man whom ever care for me." Then he pulled a Drow emblem attach to a chain hanging from his neck. It wasn't visible before as he wore it under his shirt. He looked at it mournfully. Gently he caressed the object.
"This was a memento from the person I admired most." Germon then looked to the sky.
"I cannot disappoint them. I cannot let them down. That is why I am determined to grow in both ability and mentality"
He then turned to Cael. "I have much still I can obtain though so I try not to worry about what I left behind. Everything of importance that wasn't destroyed I still have. What about you? Have you everything of importance to you?"
Seeing Germon finger a gods-cursed Drow symbol, anyone watching me can see my eyes narrow, and my rigth hand slides up under my cloak toward my heart, as if reaching for something that angers me... Then, I shake my head, remove my hand from my cloak, and drop it to press the hilt of my blade forward, the fingers gripping it tightly.
BTW: I am not clear what I would have done for a half hour until I know the results of that Survival roll...
None of you see anything amiss and I presume everyone waits for the elf to finish his prayers before heading on. As you begin the crossing you notice that the tide has risen slowly while you waited. As such the crossing over the stone causeway is a bit treacherous.
None of you see anything amiss and I presume everyone waits for the elf to finish his prayers before heading on. As you begin the crossing you notice that the tide has risen slowly while you waited. As such the crossing over the stone causeway is a bit treacherous.
Accrobatics 1
Accrobatics 2
Germon sees the tide and lets out a heavy sigh. He then takes off his armor and straps it to his back allowing for better movement. He then takes off his shield and fastens it to Barrett. Germon then attempts to be as acrobatic as possible.
Acrobatics 1:
Acrobatics 2:
Barrett attempts to follow his master
Barrett's Acrobatics 1:
Barrett's Acrobatics 2:
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Acrobatics 1:
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Survival
Acrobatics
Acrobatics
Slice keeps to himself as the group prepares to venture forth looking for the village.
Survival : 1d20 +8
Acrobatics 1: 1d20 +2 Acrobatics
Acrobatics 2: 1d20 +2 Acrobatics
1d20 Survival
1d20+8 Acrobatics
1d20+8 AcrobaticsSlice keeps to himself as the group prepares to venture forth looking for the village.
Survival : 1d20 +8
Acrobatics 1: 1d20 +2 Acrobatics
Acrobatics 2: 1d20 +2 Acrobatics
Okay, I'll lend a hand with a Reflex Save
Reflex Save
Reflex save:
Darnail slips about halfway through but manages to stay on his feet with Lance's help and you all are able to get across. You head towards the small town you saw from the stone circle. The sky is grey and overcast, and it looks like it may start raining soon. You pass fields that seem to be more weeds than crops. With skinny sheep and goats grazing at patches of grass on the rocky ground, their pens fenced in by crumbling stone walls.
As you crest a small hill the town comes into view. This little settlement has clearly seen better days. Many of the wooden buildings seem to have partly collapsed. The town square is little more than an open muddy space, cut with the ruts of wagon wheels, with a squat stone well in the middle. Off to one side is an inn, the largest building in the vicinity, whose sign proclaims it to be the Golden Nugget. Opposite the inn is an open shop with baskets of dry goods set out front. An aged woman sat by the basket is mending a net and narrows her eyes at you as you approach. The town looks fairly empty of people at the moment.
Ah ha, culture Cael exclaims as he bursts exuberantly into the golden nugget.
Darnail slips about halfway through but manages to stay on his feet with Lance's help and you all are able to get across. You head towards the small town you saw from the stone circle. The sky is grey and overcast, and it looks like it may start raining soon. You pass fields that seem to be more weeds than crops. With skinny sheep and goats grazing at patches of grass on the rocky ground, their pens fenced in by crumbling stone walls.
As you crest a small hill the town comes into view. This little settlement has clearly seen better days. Many of the wooden buildings seem to have partly collapsed. The town square is little more than an open muddy space, cut with the ruts of wagon wheels, with a squat stone well in the middle. Off to one side is an inn, the largest building in the vicinity, whose sign proclaims it to be the Golden Nugget. Opposite the inn is an open shop with baskets of dry goods set out front. An aged woman sat by the basket is mending a net and narrows her eyes at you as you approach. The town looks fairly empty of people at the moment.
I shall approach the woman with my hands raised, trying to quiet any concerns she may have for such a wide range of unusual people comming out of nowhere into her quiet town.
"Good morrow, madam," I say in a friendly voice, trying to sound pleasant "Begging your pardon, but my companions and I are lost... Would you mind telling me the name of this town, and, perhaps, where we are?"
After that I await her response. As I don't see anyone else in the town so far, I will do my best to allay any concerns she may have and will make rolll to do so; but only if it is necessary and/or appropriate at this time.
"Good morrow, madam," I say in a friendly voice, trying to sound pleasant "Begging your pardon, but my companions and I are lost... Would you mind telling me the name of this town, and, perhaps, where we are?"
Lance's interests mirror Darnail's own here at the party's arrival. He will be doing much the same, speaking up for reassurances or to answer questions with ease to fill in any pauses or gaps Lance may have.
Diplomacy if needed, aid another if not.
The Slice follows closely behind the others. He is very quite, and seems to be in a state of shock, looking everywhere around as he walks with the others.
Perception
Well I wanted to travel...but not this way. I always assumed I would know how to return home...but how can I if I don't know where I am".
Some GM's I know encourage players to simply make rolls for things, others want them to wait until they are asked. I just want to know what your policy is in this game; if you want me to offer to make rolls, I will, but I wasn't sure at this point. Okay, that's it :)
Some GM's I know encourage players to simply make rolls for things, others want them to wait until they are asked. I just want to know what your policy is in this game; if you want me to offer to make rolls, I will, but I wasn't sure at this point. Okay, that's it :)
Cael: You walk into the inn, throwing the doors aside with a crash. When you enter, all conversation stops and all eyes look at you. A serving girl gives a startle at the sight of you and drops a tray of what look like spiced potatoes all over the floor. It is no wonder you did not see anyone in town, they all seem to be in here. After a few awkward moments, the townspeople go back to their mugs of spiced wine and horns of ale and the talking resumes, albeit a bit quieter than before.
Everyone else that went up to the old woman: The old woman narrows her eyes further at the mention of being lost almost as if she doesnt believe it and thinks your pulling her leg. She has three long snaggle teeth left in her wrinkled mouth, a substantial mustache covering her upper lip. When she speaks, a horrible stench of rotten fish wafts towards you. Lost ye say? Well might be ahl be tellin ya where ya arr. What be innit for ol Mother Bailey eh? She looks up and down at your fine clothing and smiles a most horrid smile.
As we enter the village Logarth knows that his presence will probably startle the old woman so he enters the inn and finds a table. Once seated he would ask for a tankard of ale of some sort. When the ale comes back he will talk to the innkeeper. "So might I ask where exactly I am, you see I seem to be a little lost. I couldn't help but notice your village here is in disrepair, is everything alright?"
Cael: You walk into the inn, throwing the doors aside with a crash. When you enter, all conversation stops and all eyes look at you. A serving girl gives a startle at the sight of you and drops a tray of what look like spiced potatoes all over the floor. It is no wonder you did not see anyone in town, they all seem to be in here. After a few awkward moments, the townspeople go back to their mugs of spiced wine and horns of ale and the talking resumes, albeit a bit quieter than before.
Everyone else that went up to the old woman: The old woman narrows her eyes further at the mention of being lost almost as if she doesnt believe it and thinks your pulling her leg. She has three long snaggle teeth left in her wrinkled mouth, a substantial mustache covering her upper lip. When she speaks, a horrible stench of rotten fish wafts towards you. Lost ye say? Well might be ahl be tellin ya where ya arr. What be innit for ol Mother Bailey eh? She looks up and down at your fine clothing and smiles a most horrid smile.
Cael strides up to the bar and places the earth breaker on the ground next to the stole. Looks at the bartender with the most serious, intent stare that he can and says Praytell where in all of creation, is this town? He would ask why everyone in town is in here but this behaviour does seem sound to him.
Cael: You walk into the inn, throwing the doors aside with a crash. When you enter, all conversation stops and all eyes look at you. A serving girl gives a startle at the sight of you and drops a tray of what look like spiced potatoes all over the floor. It is no wonder you did not see anyone in town, they all seem to be in here. After a few awkward moments, the townspeople go back to their mugs of spiced wine and horns of ale and the talking resumes, albeit a bit quieter than before.
Everyone else that went up to the old woman: The old woman narrows her eyes further at the mention of being lost almost as if she doesnt believe it and thinks your pulling her leg. She has three long snaggle teeth left in her wrinkled mouth, a substantial mustache covering her upper lip. When she speaks, a horrible stench of rotten fish wafts towards you. Lost ye say? Well might be ahl be tellin ya where ya arr. What be innit for ol Mother Bailey eh? She looks up and down at your fine clothing and smiles a most horrid smile.
"Begging your pardon, goodwyfe," I say cooly, pushing the edge of my hilt forward from beneath my cloak. "We're all gods's children, and we're not used to being rolled for coin. If your tongue be held by powers that only silver'll slip, that's the way of it. You won't earn harm from us, but you sure won't earn friendship. Pity, too. Men like us know how to take care of friends. But I'll leave you to your work, if being friendly with the likes of us is not for you. I suppose, though, I'll leave you also with a piece of advice; if you're trying to roll a lad for coin by beg or bribe, you best offer a piece of what you got before the haggling. And it's always better to try to make friends then try to hustle honest folk that ask for directions and information."
I say the last pointedly, and look at her, wondering if the opportunity to share information nicely and hopefully "earn a tip" is more interesting to her then the thought of trying to wheedle us for coin like common fools. I wait a minute to see what she does when confronted by the idea of MAKING a friend, instead of seling information.
However, if she sticks to her guns, or refuses to give up information without any form of payment, I'll nod my head and leave her to her work. This is a big enough town that someone can tell me the name of it without having to make unseemly demands.
If this situation is something that simply can't be solved without a dice roll, let me know what dice to roll, and what Skill you prefer.
Eh? Sorry, I couldn't hear you. And what do I need friends for around these parts. If yer set on nigglin out of a few coppers for a weak old woman suit yerself. You want friends try the inn theres plenty o'fools in there. At this she begins to hack and wheeze and coughs up a glob of green mucus that lands near your feet.
Eh? Sorry, I couldn't hear you. And what do I need friends for around these parts. If yer set on nigglin out of a few coppers for a weak old woman suit yerself. You want friends try the inn theres plenty o'fools in there. At this she begins to hack and wheeze and coughs up a glob of green mucus that lands near your feet.
I let out a deep sigh.
"I simply can't abide by ugly behaviour," I say, and turn and wander from the woman and head toward the inn. Too bad, realy. Rudeness is very unbecomming. Why can't people simply be friendly?
As for her little "mucus"... Meh, I've seen worse slime on a reptilian crime boss...
Praytell where in all of creation, is this town? He would ask why everyone in town is in here but this behaviour does seem sound to him.
1d20+5
The bartender looks you over and chuckles a bit. Where are you? Why, your in the town o'Bronce. Where'd ya think ya wer? He chuckles again and asks You like a bite or a swig? We just got finished servin breakfast but I think I might'n be able to rustle up sumpin for ye.
Once everyone is safely across. Germon turns to Barrett and reclaims his shield. He takes his armor off his back and turns to the others
"Go on ahead, I'll join you shortly" Everyone went on ahead as Germon took his time to put his armor back on. He holds the Drow emblem and says a silent prayer. He then tucks it back into his shirt and presses on towards the town after his compatriots.
Once in the town, Germon looks around. He sees the inn and makes his way there. He turns to Barrett and orders him to stay outside. He enters the inn and looks around seeing his companions sitting at the bar. He approaches.
"Have you learned anything?" He asked the others.
Darnail will be a bit taken aback by Lance's reaction, but not stop nor argue with his traveling companion in the street. He will wonder for a moment what life he led to give him his outlook, and shake his head ever so slightly to himself as Lance heads off to the inn.
He will settle down beside her after that, putting a hand on her shoulder to offer a moments comfort from the coughing.
"While I am by no means well off Young Lady, I do have some skill in the healing arts and I would seek your permission to try to ease your pains. Mother Bailey you said you are called?"
He will place several coppers into her hand and close her fingers over them while he gives her a closer look to see if he could treat her, or at the very least make her feel better.
The bartender looks you over and chuckles a bit. Where are you? Why, your in the town o'Bronce. Where'd ya think ya wer? He chuckles again and asks You like a bite or a swig? We just got finished servin breakfast but I think I might'n be able to rustle up sumpin for ye.Praytell where in all of creation, is this town? He would ask why everyone in town is in here but this behaviour does seem sound to him.
1d20+5
I will have some mead my good man. And what is on the menu? Forgive but I was hit on the head with this here hammer earlier in the night He takes a second and make sure that an audible thud is echoed in the room as he places the earth breaker on the bar in front of the barkeep Where is Bronce exactly?
I enter the tavern and glance around me. If the population of this berg can fit collectively in a tavern, then perhaps they don't have much of a town here. I seem to recall no fisihing boats, or shipping vessels near the coast. That and the lack-luster ammount of people, and their quality, suggests that this is not really a place to get us home.
We need opportunity to find more answers. But there are some obvious clues. I suspect, for it is quite obvious, that this fishing village is a mere nothing. That perhaps there are more exciting events somewhere more impressive; such as a larger city, or something like that. Strange that it is not near the coast, however.
In any case...
"Good sir," I ask the bartender "We, my companions and I, are new in this area. Pray, what do you do for amusement around here? Do you have places to go to; fairs, gambling halls, brothels, music halls, or theater? I am a man who enjoy's some entertainment. I was hoping you might be able to direct us to something a bit more exciting."
I glance around at the patrons, and meet the usual stares; filled with contepmt, loathing, slight regard. But I am used to those looks. No matter how decent I try to be to people, they always treat it poorly. Oh well, even asking questions is sure to get a sneering answer, a nasty comment, a threat of danger, or a demand for a bribe. I don't want it, but then, even as I entered the town to ask about the location, I am sneered and spat at. I seem to be a magnet for this sort of behaviour... no doubt as soon as I went inside the same sneering woman gave all the information that could be asked for just a simple copper piece to that fellow that dawdled with her; she wouldn't try to lie to HIM, or rob HIM, or filch HIS purse... oh no. He asks the same question, and he is "pure gold". I ask the question and I get spat on...
In the meantime, seeing that (as usual) the people in a seedy bar seem to be giving all their respect, awe, and worship to the biggest and strongest person present, I make my way to our Gaelic friend and make it clear by body langauge that I am behaving with some familiarity and friendliness toward him; that we are traveling TOGETHER.
No doubt that action will draw some unfriendly comment... but that is to be expected. At least they will not try to cut my purse, or steal my things, or spit on me, just for asking the name of the town, or refusing to pay for information.
The Slice begins to calm down. He still doesn't know where he is, or why he's here, but...well he prayed for adventure...It looks like prayers are sometimes answered.
He flags down the barmaid, and after ordering a pint of the local stout motions her closer to answer a request.
"Hi". "My friends call me slice". "What's your name"? He then waits for her to answer. "So my wandering has brought me here in search of something". "Does the name Starkweather John mean anything to you"?
After ordering his ale Logarth joins his other companions and tries to ignore the stares of contempt that are being sent his way. "Seems the people here are very friendly" he says to Cael in a not so subtle whisper. Then Logarth stands up while everyone is eyeing him and says in a booming voice, "Any of you know the name Starkweather John if you do perhaps I have something for your troubles." Logarth sits back down and not to subtly scoots and empty stool right next to him. As if he expects someone to come right over to this group of strangers and talk.
Maybe you should calm yourself, a bar fight would not ingratiate us into this tavern any quicker it would be fun though. Take for instance the barkeep. He is a fine gentleman about to bring us some mead and was telling me where exactly this town of Bronce is located. This is the first hint that Cael let's known exactly who he is before all that was seen was the raging bear, now is a more refined individual who seems to be wiser than his years. His manner of voice has even changed to a more calm, even voice rather than angered.
Germon will sit and listen to what the barkeep will say waiting patiently.
While waiting at the bar Cael will turn to his left, a task that looks more clumsy than anything else, seems these were not made for warriors whose heads would reach for the heavens, Germon, I must ask. The story of your master, the dark stranger?
Sheepishly Logarth, hangs his head and sits quietly drinking his ale.
Sheepishly Logarth, hangs his head and sits quietly drinking his ale.
The bartender grins at Cael and brings him a horn of mead and says We've got string beans, and a bit o'corned beef with some potatoes on the side. Not much for a man o'yer size but s'all we got at the moment. As for where Bronce is, we are at the back ass end of no where on the back end of no where island. Yer on Chillhame and how do ye not be knowing where ye are pray tell?
As Germon and Lance and Slice come in people stop their drinking and stare for a moment, then go back to their drinking.
To Lance: The bartender chuckles and replies, Amusements? Well ye be lookin at it my good sir. We don't be having much around these parts, no brothels or dens of iniquity. We be good simple folk. A bit o'drink and song with friends be all the entertainment we need. He seems very different to the nasty woman outside. He is genuinely courteous and seems like he is just curious about you all.
To Slice: The serving girl titters nervously, I'm Alice. What kind of name is Slice? At the mention of Starkweather John she brightens up. Why he's our town hero he is. You know the story of Starkweather John o'course. When you say you don't or if you ask her to tell she is about to tell you when...
Logarth stands up booming and asking about it. The whole town goes silent again. You are all looked at fairly suspiciously until the bartender breaks the tension saying Ah if ye be travelers about the tale why didn't ye say so! Tha's a favorite around here. The rest of the bar goes back to their drinks while the bartender who introduces himself as Bernik Oakenbough, tells you a story.
Starkweather John was the greatest hero t'ever live. He fought some dark villain not far from this very tavern an age ago. He defeated the foe but died o'his wounds and was buried up in the hills. A great hero he was. Some say he still protects us to this very day!
Another patron speaks up at this point, Yeah well hes doin a piss poor job o'protectin us then. He couldnt protect us from the mine runnin out o'gold and sendin us all to ruin.
Darnail will be a bit taken aback by Lance's reaction, but not stop nor argue with his traveling companion in the street. He will wonder for a moment what life he led to give him his outlook, and shake his head ever so slightly to himself as Lance heads off to the inn.
He will settle down beside her after that, putting a hand on her shoulder to offer a moments comfort from the coughing.
"While I am by no means well off Young Lady, I do have some skill in the healing arts and I would seek your permission to try to ease your pains. Mother Bailey you said you are called?"
He will place several coppers into her hand and close her fingers over them while he gives her a closer look to see if he could treat her, or at the very least make her feel better.
Thank ye sir,she says with a horrid smile her cough suddenly completely gone without your assistance. Now get yer skinny elf carcass off my sodden porch! She glares at you with a rheumy eye and goes back to her work mending a net.
"Why it's a perfectly acceptable name thank you". Slice responds with a smile, and a wink. "It's only one letter off from yours". "And I would bet that you won't forget it"?
Just then their conversation is interrupted by the shout of Logarth.
Well so much for being subtle. Hope he isn't always endangering us all with this ill thought bravado.
Diplomacy
Sure barkeep that sounds good enough. And I'll take more mead while your at. As far as how I got here let's just say it was a heavy night of drinking. Now this island if this is the mainland I assume we are here. As he starts drawing a map with the meat and potatoes and greens and starts pointing around with the knife. And who is Jon starkweather?
"Aye indeed, good sir," I add to the conversation. "You mentioned something about this Starkweather Jon fellow being a town hero, and you've stories besides. Well, amusement is a good thing, I'd be very pleased to hear the full tale of this Starkweather John, and his exploits. And as for Chillhame, I've heard of the island, though I can't admit to visiting it, at least, before now... But I must admit, that you people do seem to be a good and decent bunch. I'm Lance Antares, Captain of... the former vessel, The Scarlet Succubus, which I regretably lost at sea. I'm pleased to make your aquaintence," I add with a bow.
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