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Maelius hears the scraping too, and that it's getting closer. -Posted with Wayfinder
Standing in the road outside her inn, Besh kicks the dirt, still in a bit of a huff that they've been escorted outside. The two guards have taken positions on either side of the doorway. Besh turns to the others and says quietly, "I'm not just going to wait here, who wants to go for a walk?" Sense Motive DC 15: She walks down a block and turns the corner.
Besh is clearly not just "going for a walk" she's up to something/has a plan
One more? Seraphina? Aelia?
I'd be happy to, provided 2+ more of you are in (I'd hate to have to recruit when we already have a good group). Also, this is entirely secondary to DM Drako's return, which I'd much prefer.
Everything okay? It's been over 2 weeks...
LISTO!!!
Drako, if you're too strapped for time, I'd be happy to take over. I love GMing games with twists like this, although I'd have to get some literature on how you were planning on choosing classes for everyone. Oh and the rest of the campaign of course.
Likewise.
Besh looks disgusted at the idea of someone "escorting" her from her parent's inn, her own home. But she understands that the cost of one degree of safety is the same degree of freedom. So she follows the caravan out the door, quickly grabbing the Morningstar from behind the bar, and slipping it onto her belt before she leaves. If the guards ask, she intends to explain that it's worth a bit of gold, and she'd rather it weren't stolen.
Besh, at Sera's words, turns to block the door as much as she can at her size, inwardly kicking herself for leaving the Morningstar behind the bar.
Besh stands anxiously in the corner, not wanting to leave in case Sera needs something else to help the victim.
Besh stares up into the sky to where the masked man seems to have disappeared, and covers the victim from no one in particular as they bring them into the inn. "Straight past the bar, first door on the left. I'll bring some water..." She trots to the bar, puts the Morningstar back, and floods a tankard with water, before hurrying back to the room.
I've requested access to the map: I'm at chriost.a.lamh
At the sound of the explosion, Besh instinctively ducks behind the bar, and grasps the gnome-sized Morningstar she's used to break up many a drunken brawl. When she hears there's someone collapsed outside, she feared it may be one of her beloved neighbors. She looks back at Fijit, who nods to her in agreement that she should go with the others to check it out. Besh has to fight her survival instincts in order to go outside and see who the victim is, not to mention try to help. She tries to ignore the newcomers, not wanting to get involved with their business if she can help it.
"Can you lot pick her up? We've got an empty bed inside." She sounded a bit surprised at herself for suggesting it, but impatiently awaited answers from her companions all the same.
"Good day Sera," Besh greets the young daughter of the Dawnflower, "The menu, as always, is chicken, eggs, beans, water, milk, wine, and...beer." She says beer with a cheerful glance at Osmandus. At Aelia's order, Besh tilts her head back to her older sister in the kitchen, "Bread and water for Aelia!" It was a shout for her, but little more than a slight raise of the voice compared with anyone else. "Finally! Someone who isn't trying to get drunk before two!" Fijit sounded back, as she broke off a handful of bread from a fresh loaf and pumped some water from the duct into a tankard, and brought it out to Aelia, "Enjoy, love!"
Happy Birthday Ozzy, many returns!
Besh nods to Osmundus first, then to Maelius after he says "The brew first..." she takes a tap off the shelf and stabs it into the oak barrel he'd just rolled in, and lets out pint after pint as the orders come in. She takes the first one to Maelius, leaving the rest on the bar for the non-performing patrons to gather themselves. She pets Huey on the head as she returns to her place behind the bar. She wipes the bar dry and listens to the conversations which fill the tavern of her parents' inn, and smiles.
Sorry! I'd like to play! I didn't realize I'd been selected. She's ready if it's still okay for me to be in. Besh Bizzbus | Innkeeper | Citizen | Commoner | Gnome | Statted | in Profile!
And...done! I put a lot of stuff in her inventory, feel free to veto anything you think is excessive.
Still working on her, but I've got the givens and a backstory!
Dotting with Besh, ignore the profile for now, I'll be adjusting it shortly. Daughter of an innkeeper (commoner); whole family of citizens, parents, older sister, younger brother. She's very passionate about her beliefs, wants, and needs and isn't afraid to go to the ends of the earth to prove it. A personality trait betrayed by her soft voice. I guess you could say she's a doer, not a talker.
Besh vibrates more than shakes her head to let him know that no, she has never heard anything at all like that before. And as the innkeeper's daughter in a frontier town, that scares her listless.
Besh gets up out of the backpack blushing in embarrassment. "I rather liked the ride, thank you," she says curtsying. "I did come through here, but the pit was considerably..." she puts her hands like two c's closing them in, "...smaller." "And I wouldn't go into this forest," she says with a timid voice, "if the road has a bloody basilisk coming into it, I'd hate to see what comes of the thick." She points there. If you decide to go through the forest: Tyr's first step into the forest he causes a stick to crack loudly. Behind them they hear a echoing growl and snort. The sound stops Besh in her tracks, and she begins trembling.
Angor:
You sense the pit is unnatural. Cedany:
You remember studying the history of the wars of Taldor, and that the battles for the northern reaches of modern-day Taldor were waged with explosive magic to drive back the uncivilized races. This pit was likely a large crater caused by one such attack...although the fissure doesn't follow that chain of logic... As Tyr approaches the foliage lining the pit, it becomes clear that the line of large, thick trees and under-brush comes right up tot he edge of the pit. "How are we going to get past? Up the tree? Cut down the tree? Walk along the edge of the pit? Go through the pit? What?" Besh's buzzing whisper made it easy for the troup to understand she'd now had plenty of rest and was more than a little excited to be on an adventure. Whether the excitement stemmed from being out of her father's inn or from being in the company of a hero and his wonderful minstrels, no one could tell.
"That's a basilisk!" Besh gasps. "Don't look it straight in the eye!" Knowing it's been seen, the creature attempts to hide itself in the surrounding foliage. GM:
Perception:
Abro is still 25 Lacey is still 11 Tyr & Abro: You see the reptile slink into the larger brush (directly east of you)
Besh begins to rouse a bit, "I wouldn't say teeming, it's about half and half," she corrects her steed, "And why aren't we moving? Yanamass will be a pile of waste before we arrive if we don't press on."
"Careful through here, there are all kinds of animals. Not all bad, but not all good either. All this jostling about and orating will let them know we're here. Shame though, I love this story." Angor can feel the small she-gnome's breath warming the back of his neck as she whispers to him. She whispers not out of necessity, but because that's all she has the energy to do. GM only: H2 rolls up into a ball
"Huge, monster...*gasp*...destroying everything...*gasp*...Yanamass," the young gnome passes out from exhaustion after her last words.
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