Arcanium

Game Master BloodWolven

The next morning, Davin sleeps in a bit late, then lazily makes his way to the common room. "What's for breakfast?" He asks whomever is around to take his order.

"Thanks for finally coming down", Zaidel said crossily. "You have some bread on that table. And are you in any great need for a weapon? We need to know!"

Davin stares incredulously at Zaidel. "Bro, bread?! Breakfast is the most important, greatest meal of the day, and you're offering me mere bread?! What is this prison? Wait, no, even prisoners back on earth got 3 squares a day. Heck outta here with just bread!" He clearly has some opinions about breakfast and the satyr's paltry offerings.

"Oh, and settle your boobas about a weapon. I literally just woke up."

Niversal chuckles and says what did you expect with late night cavorting going on? Most people find morning people a pain and seriously after a lifetime in the military the only reason most got up was to avoid consequences.

"Bro, bread?! Breakfast is the most important, greatest meal of the day, and you're offering me mere bread?! What is this prison? Wait, no, even prisoners back on earth got 3 squares a day. Heck outta here with just bread!" He clearly has some opinions about breakfast and the satyr's paltry offerings.

"Oh, and settle your boobas about a weapon. I literally just woke up."

Zaidel gets off his bar stool and walks right up to Davin, inches from his face. "The bread, that was warm 10 minutes ago, is all I could afford, if I wanted to use my winfall to help purchase a weapon for the more martial among us", the caydenite said with a intense, yet cool tone. "If you don't like it, order and pay for your own breakfast, then."

Jean cocks his head to the side and wonders how well this trip is going to go. Perhaps the Chosen were merely chosen to be like the Real Housewives of Strange Lands and this was all a cosmic television show to see who ate someone first. Which did give him an idea as to who the Dark Souls were.

Niversal, Roland looks at you with curiosity asking, "What is coffee, I have been asked several times for it?"

Jon likely weighs 300x8=2400 pounds.

Damn, I am dense.

"A horror show for the tastebuds, Roland, that was somehow popular in our world. Most of us are probably getting a headache from a lack of something in it called caffeine." Unless their new bodies lacked the caffeine addiction that seemed to be backed into modern society. He'd have to see if he had his old scars at some point. "It's a thick brown drink made by boiling certain beans, has a bitter taste but helps people feel like they have more energy. If you have tea that might work as a substitute."

"If needs must we can buy ingredients and I can cook, if it's cheaper, but yeah. We're gonna need a steady supply of cash or food somehow, and maybe somewhere to crash until we're ready to go."

I am not sure how tall Jonathan is, but that puts him about 400lbs less then a frost giant and 900 more the a Stone Giant. But you do fall way shy of a Fire Giant that weighs in around 7K lbs.

hey guys let's try a little less tension, and yes coffee would be good but I can live without it. I will take the bread then and am ready to move when all are ready as well. Niversal says realizing he has no coin and no further way to get food besides his skills in hunting and fishing he says where is the nearest hunting a man can find?

"First things first", Zaidel turns from the sylvan sorcerer. "Do we have any warriors that need to be armed before we leave?"

"What's for breakfast?" **He asks whomever is around to take his order**.

"That's literally what I was doing, before you interrupted me. I was asking one of the servers about breakfast. I didn't even know you were here." Davin replies to Zaidel, not backing down.

"You seem to not like me, which is strange for a supposed worshiper of Cayden Cailean. How the guy who is basically the god of good times ended up with such a stuffy, priggish, fuddy duddy, stick in the mud for a cleric is beyond me. 'Eat your dinner', 'Wake up early', 'Make sure you pack your weapons and woolens'. Are you sure you're not a cleric of Erastil??"

Alas most of you are likely having headaches due to the lack of caffeine in your system. Nothing serious yet, wait until a week without it!!! Though I can think of one way to soothe that beast.

I just did the normal x8 for weight when you change sizes. Jon could easily be 500 pounds, though likely not more than 700.

"Zaidal is offering to take care of others. Being prickly because he is trying to help others outside your timeline when you haven't helped anyone that I have seen seems pretty ridiculous to me." Jeah says as he watches the two needlessly bicker.

Niversal chews on his bread and says oh for F sake, I am going outside to eat this bread and then I am going to look for where we are going to find this girl and this unicorn horn and try some hunting. I could use a smiths kit to make some more bullets if you are buying. I donated my armor to the paladin of Ragathiel since I didn't need it.

"You seem to not like me, which is strange for a supposed worshiper of Cayden Cailean. How the guy who is basically the god of good times ended up with such a stuffy, priggish, fuddy duddy, stick in the mud for a cleric is beyond me. 'Eat your dinner', 'Wake up early', 'Make sure you pack your weapons and woolens'. Are you sure you're not a cleric of Erastil??"

Zaidel turns back to the indignant Davin. "YOU'RE the one who jumped down my a$$ for offering bread for breakfast! I'm just making sure everyone got something to eat, seeing how I'm one of the few of us that has recognized legal tender!"

"Firstly, being cross at me for getting up a little bit late is not 'helping others'. Secondly, upon my arrival to New Beginnings, I immediately went the temple, as my patron deity was calling to me. After a short prayer at his shrine, I spent several hours digging a massive hole so I could free Matthew from his imprisonment. Once I *helped* him escape, we came here for dinner. Then I went to bed. Sorry that I couldn't help more people on my first day here, I guess I spent too much time trying to help Matthew..." The sorcerer says, whirling to reply to Jean.

"Gentleman", Jon said in the voice meant for drunk guests who were trying to flirt with the underage waitress and people demanding refunds because their 'date' left early, "This is not helping. Keep in mind that we're Chosen Heroes, one hopes."

"If you wanna fight, then go find a job where you can fight. Otherwise, let's not. It's not going to help anyone in the long run if we're too busy unzipping for a measuring contest when we should be helping people, each other included. If nothing else, the giant wins that game every time."

"Now, to resolve the weapon issue - I'll take one. Longsword would be fine if one's available. A dadao would be better because it's what I had in ye olden days when I was alive, but unless they have something matching the description of 'long handled, single-edged anger cleaver' a longsword is probably my best bet."

Jean shrugs at Davin and says, "I am not sure what you were doing with Matthew, but if it was going to be difficult you could ask for some help. So far it seems like we all benefit if we work together. I don't think we are intended to be running off on our own. It would ruin the Real Housewives effect."

Jean then looks over at Jonathan's hands and frowns, "Are you sure a longsword will work? Anything they have will be dinky in your hands. Maybe you should consider looking for a really big club or staff for now that would fit your size better? Or see if we can get a spear tip and just put it on a bigger haft. Unless someone around here already has something made for giants from past Chosen."

"Now, to resolve the weapon issue - I'll take one. Longsword would be fine if one's available. A dadao would be better because it's what I had in ye olden days when I was alive, but unless they have something matching the description of 'long handled, single-edged anger cleaver' a longsword is probably my best bet."

"That's a magic longsword, my friend. No 1st-level adventurer can afford one. Sorry."

"#DAMN @ sum people! Like maybe go back to one of the bedrooms and make the "take the edge off" quest happen? How is it possible that waking up & eating are this complicated? I'm trying to figure out if I can s**k my own d**k like the old days, but the conversation is about bread and protein? Call a new blue screen my friends ... let's focus."

Roland offers to Zaidel, "You can have either these common artisan’s, tools for 5 gp or a masterwork artisan's tools for 55 gp. Then the bastard sword is 335 gold pieces."

Jean shrugs at Davin and says, "I am not sure what you were doing with Matthew, but if it was going to be difficult you could ask for some help. So far it seems like we all benefit if we work together. I don't think we are intended to be running off on our own. It would ruin the Real Housewives effect."

"You wanted me to ask for help from a group of people I didn't even know existed until *after* I had already dug up Matthew? Unsure how that works pal. Also, I wasn't aware it was going to be such an arduous task until I was mostly done."

Davin gives an exasperated sigh, "You at least speak some sense." He says, indicating Niversal.

Turning his back to Zaidel and Jean, the young man walks over to Roland. "Sorry about all of that. As I was trying to ask before, aside from bread, what do you have for breakfast?"

Roland chuckles and states, "At least you didn't shed any blood." He then points to the menu on the bar, offering, "I could whip up some eggs to go with a steak."

Beverages:
Ale - 2 cp
Mead - 1 sp
Fire Whiskey - 3 sp
Milk - 5 cp
Watered down wine - 3 cp
Fine wine - 8 sp
Rot Gut - 1 sp

Slab of pig meat - 1 sp
Cheese Stew - 5 cp
Bread - 1 cp
Blue Berry Muffin - 8 sp
Full meal - 9 sp

"Eggs and steak would be spectacular! Any chance you have some type of juice? Preferably apple or orange? If not, a big mug of milk will do, and toss in some potatoes, hashed if possible, or mashed. Or honestly, however you can make em! Oh, and two of your blueberry muffins." He stops to think for a few moments. "And whatever Locke wants." Davin fishes out two gold coins and places them on counter. "That should be enough to cover both of us, right?" He asks with a grin.

GM, just a heads up: On the google doc for the Pig's Roast, you have a full meal at 2 sp, while in your above reply, you have it at 9sp.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
Zaidel sighs with resignation. "Okay, Roland. We'll take the bastard sword and the masterwork artisan tool."
The satyr takes out his gold purse and counts out 390gp.

Once the transaction is complete, Zaidel walks outside The Pig's Roast to find Niversal and Sir Drystan Goldenflame. The cleric offers the masterwork artisan tool to the inquisitor and the masterwork bastard sword to the paladin of Ragathiel.

Jean flies out of Roland's and heads back to the Guardian's House.

Will save in case I need it to make it in again.

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

If the DC is still 12 I am good to get in.

Jean will land on the plate he stood on to talk to the voice and say, "Good morning." He then waits to see if the voice speaks to him again.

I knew I put it in a doc but couldn't find it. We will stick with the 2 sp for a full meal.

Roland nods agreeable to Davin's request and relays, "Yeah I can do hash browns. No juice sorry but we do have milk." At the offering of the two gold coins he nods thinking about his prices and adds in his head, "Yup, that should be good and if you want something else just ask." He grabs the blue blueberry muffins from under a glass lid and puts then on the bar before heading back to the kitchen. Sam brings a glass and the jug of milk. It takes Roland about 10 minutes to whip up another two plates of breakfast full of breakfast foods: steak, eggs, and hashbrowns.

Roland takes down the blade and puts its sheath on it, then he lays it on the bar. He also pulls out a kit and puts it next to the sword. As you count to 380 he motions for you to stop and takes them with a wink. He takes the coins and puts them into his pocket and you don't hear the tink of the coins.

He was still famished as he entered the tavern. He looked around feeling something was off but shrugged his shoulders and went to have a seat next to Davin.

"Why thank you Davin, the meal is much appreciated. We should come into more money and I can pay you back when that happens?"

If a muffin is offered he devours it and asks Sam, "Hey boy may I get a glass please." With the glass he fills it with the milk from the jug and downs it quickly. He takes a breath and sighs, "Well that hit the spot. At least I am not starving anymore. Ohhhh! I can smell the steaks! Are we having steak Davin?!" With a positive response from Davin he would be happy and does a little dance in his seat can't wait to eat it!

After breakfast he contentedly says, "Thank you Roland my compliments to the chef! Now its time to find me a serviceable weapon, Roland do you still have the scrap weapons out back? You do, would you mind if I take one, why thank you!" Though he likely stutters through some of his words.
diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Looking out back he finds the bin and sees:
A dagger, a longsword, a glaive, and a short sword.

He takes the glaive leaving the others behind. Returning with glaive in hand he asks, "So where are we going? North?"

As the timeline has changed so the last post did not happen: He was still famished and cleaned up, eating any extra good first and took the plates to the kitchen to be cleaned. Back and forth about six times to clean up the two tables. He grabbed a rag and cleaned down all the spots too.

Sitting at one of the newly cleaned tables he eats slowly this time, enjoying the flavors! Raising his glass to Roland for the wonderful meal. "Thank you Roland my compliments to the chef!"

Sir Drystan nods and his eyes go big at the offer, "Why thank you. Though I can't accept it. I won't be able to go with you. My god has requested I stay and pray. I hope to see you when you return!"

Sir Drystan nods and his eyes go big at the offer, "Why thank you. Though I can't accept it. I won't be able to go with you. My god has requested I stay and pray. I hope to see you when you return!"

"Might be best for me to stay also; I can hunt for Roland with my bow AND with magic until I get better at it :)

GM Wolf wrote:

Sir Drystan nods and his eyes go big at the offer, "Why thank you. Though I can't accept it. I won't be able to go with you. My god has requested I stay and pray. I hope to see you when you return!"

"Might be best for me to stay also; I can hunt for Roland with my bow AND with magic until I get better at it :)

Dejected, but sympathetic, Zaidel smiles sadly. "If that is how you both feel, okay then. Sir Drystan, please give my best to Ragathiel. And Jacen, please be careful. I hope to see you both again soon."

Davin chuckles at Matthew's happiness over his meal, and waves aside his offer of repayment. "No need to pay me back my friend. I'm Italian, and we always make sure our friends have plenty to eat!"

At the mention of a weapon, Davin asks "Any chance there's some sort of walking stick, or stave? I was fairly proficient in their use in my prior life."

"Fiiiiiiine, I'll go. I just sucks that I have all this "firepower" but none of it mattered at the lake last night. I can fly with a 10 yr old and not an adult ... talk about a whole new world, a whole new world of adequacy issues!"

Jacen smiles his chaotic elfy smile ...

"but if kisses are being stolen, I want in on the steak & eggs action, jeez"

"We just need to strengthen you Jacen, pump up that light capacity." He jokes with mirth.

i]Jacen smiles his chaotic elfy smile ...[/i]

"but if kisses are being stolen, I want in on the steak & eggs action, jeez"

"Steak and eggs", Zaidel brow begins to furrow. "Sounds like that's inside with Davin. I'll be in shortly."

Niversal leans back against the wall and waits for the rest to get their plan together. accept quest:. Find the Fletcher's daughter. Accept quest find the lost horn Niversal says and he relaxes

Well, if people were kissing and making up - quite literally - then it seemed like things were all good here.

"Alright, folks. My conscience demands I go find the missing person first, so that's what I'm gonna head off and do. I know some of you guys were gonna go find the Unihorn, so good luck with that."

Rising to as tall as he could get in doors, Jon waved and headed out and towards the fletcher's house, to see what information he could hunt down on the missing lady. He did pause to see if anyone else was joining him, however.

The satyr sees the giant stride off toward the fletcher's house.
"Jon, I'll join you in a minute!"
Zaidel gallops back into The Pig' Roast, new bastard sword in hand.
"So VERY sorry to ask this", the cleric begged before Roland, "but can I exchange this bastard sword for the greatsword on the wall. The bastard sword is beautiful, but the wrong size. I'll pay the difference, of course."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Another screen pops up for Zaidel as well:
Would you like all the generally available quests?
Yes / No

Fourteen more blue screens pop up and then a red screen pops up in front of them all.

In red it says:
***Warning!!!***
You are nearing your quest limit!
Please do not accept more than 8 more quests.
Then there is a button that says:
***I understand***

You should have a max of 10 quests.

Zaidel, slightly taken aback, reaches and unsteady finger to hit ***I understand***. The satyr takes a good few moments to look at all the quest options, frowning slightly.

Roland looks at Zaidel and nods, "Alright, that will be 20 gold pieces." He takes down the greatsword and retrieves the partial scabbard slipping it over the tip of the blade. After taking the 20 gold he takes the bastard sword and places it upon the wall again.

The cleric takes out 20 pieces of gold and slides them over to the barkeep/blacksmith.
Zaidel smiles when the real heavy greatsword is in his arms.
"Thank you, very very much for understanding, Roland. Thank you!"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Fumbling with the massive weapon, Zaidel turns to the rest gathered in the tavern.
"Mia. Everyone. 'The Game Is A Foot'! Jonathan's on his way to the fletcher's house for clues. If you haven't already, blue screen the quest 'Find The Fletcher's Daughter' and let's move!"
Diplomacy (for no reason, because PCs): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

She follows Zaidel out of the tavern after Jon.

With the glaive in hand he follows the group up North standing ever ready next to Davin. He explains to Davin, "To select a ward, I must take ten minutes discussing tactics and practicing with my ward so that I may learn how best to protect you. As you remain within 10 feet of me you will gain a +1 morale bonus to their AC and savings throws."

Jean flies off and sees the giant Jon walking down the way and stops in tries to hover in front of him.

Fly DC 15: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Floating with little effort this time in front of the giant Jean says, "Hey, I went and asked around and found out that there is a giant outpost south east of us. Its the wrong direction now, but we should try and get over there to make sure you are equiped."

GM, would it be okay to assume Davin can find a quarterstaff, since they don't cost anything?

"I never understood that saying 'the game's a foot'. Is it a game, or a foot?" Davin quips with a chuckle.

Following Zaidel's lead, he calls forth the blue screen. "Accept quest, 'find the lost horn'." He then pauses for a moment, recalling all his days playing games back on earth. "Blue screen, any hints or tips on finding the lost unicorn horn?"