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Faolan turns back to the bar. "I'll right, pay up. And now I think I'd better get upstairs before I fall down and can't get up again."
Faolan looks at the next mug of mead, and downs it with a shrug.
"To be hung by a tree and stabbed with a spear so you can learn to read? Was that the college entrance exam? Teachers must have been pretty scarce back then." "And losing an eye to gain wisdom... I don't know. Wisdom doesn't make one happy. Did this Odin live a happy life? Somehow I doubt it."
"Strange, Faolan. I think I would prefer to arrive by carriage." "You'll never pass the audition if you don't practice!" Faolan quips. Faolan turns back to the dwarf. "Sir, your riddle can't be 'answered' since it isn't a question. But if you require a response, I will say simply that it is your opinion and I do not share it. But that's the thing about opinions - everyone has one. You don't know me, and I never called myself an 'adventurer,' even if I have had a few 'adventures' - or 'misadventures' might be a better term!" Faolan laughs. "I like money as much as the next guy, but I am neither a mercenary nor a thief." He looks around, and scoops up his winnings and puts them in his pocket. "I'm getting bored of the so-called 'riddles,' and I've got a good buzz on. Perhaps it's time to turn in... you lot can keep the rest of your gold." He looks over at the barkeep. "Have you got any rooms here to let? It doesn't have to be big," Faolan winks.
"...It is practice which reaps reward." "How do you get to the Kintargo Opera House?" Faolan asks. "Practice!" Faolan giggles to himself.
"Ah, but did she teach you to juggle?" Faolan quips to Ynjan. Faolan turns back to the dwarf with his cup of mead in hand. "Excuse me, sir, but that wasn't even a question. Did you mean to ask something?" Faolan knocks back the mead, and gives himself a shake.
"Aah, that's good. Getting better even!"
"Sounds like earplugs might do the trick," Faolan comments dryly. "Actually I hear that they work wonders in many marriages."
At the sound of drinks pouring, Faolan pops up from behind the bar. "More mead? All right, fine then."
Faolan listens to the poem thoughtfully.
"I'd say it would be best if this fellow didn't have any more children," Faolan says with a wink.
Faolan looks Ynjan up and down. "Wow, you talk more than me. And that's saying a lot." Faolan listens intently to the next riddle.
Faolan holds his hand up. "Wait..." he points towards the far side of the room, at something behind the furthest customer. "Is he a tiefling? I didn't think you served their kind here."
As heads turn towards the imaginary tiefling in the back, Faolan ducks under the table and darts around the corner of the bar, hiding behind a beer keg.
The next riddler is a rather vulgar little man with buck teeth, unpleasant body odour and a coonskin cap. He grins wickedly and recites, "Tell us now then, bold adventurers, since you think you know everything..." "Well, not me personally... but between my brother and I, yes, we know everything." Faolan smiles, and considers the poem. "But as to that one... yes, I think that's one of the ones my brother knows."
Faolan cannot help but suppress a giggle.
Faolan knocks back the mead in a few hearty gulps, and daintily places the cup back on the counter with a grin.
”So, am I a man who dreamt that he was a wolf...or a wolf dreaming that I am a man?” The warrior maiden glares at Ynjan as she answers Sven's question. "With a question about wolves, I think only a wolf could give an answer." "Are you talking to me?" Faolan says, looking between Sven and Byggvir. "I" said my name means wolf. I'm not actually a wolf. But if I were to answer your question, I would say... it matters not until you wake up!" Faolan slaps the counter and chuckles.
Stumbling in from the outdoors, Doern overhears a tall blonde shield maiden asking a riddle of a group. "Oh, hello!" says Faolan, greeting the new arrival. "Come on in and join the party! Sadly, you missed the juggling show, but there may be an encore later."
"Adventurer! Ha! I make no such claim, sir. I am but an entertainer!" "But I do know everything. Well, between my brother and I, the two of us know everything." Faolan winks. "As to your story, considering this Freya could likely just clout someone over the head and take their goods, I suppose it's good that at least she gives you something for them! Tell me, are her 'customers' satisfied with her service?" "If they aren't complaining, why would I?" Faolan laughs.
Faolan looks at the man Byggvir. "A game, eh? Well by all means! Though I have little of my own to bet other than what silver has been thrown into the hat as it were... but I'll make it good. Why not?" Faolan listens to the little poem about Freyr and Gerd. He thinks for a moment. "I agree with Sven here. Not only for the reasons he mentioned, but also for some practical ones. If your wife was only convinced to marry you by threats, then you likely will find that you either married a shrew or a limp dishrag, but in either case you are now with a woman with no desire to please you. If I was in a marriage like that, I think I might prefer being a bachelor!" He downs the mead in one long draught. "Which I do, mind you. Prefer being a bachelor, that is! Ha!"
"Ah, goodness, no! I may have fast hands, but I use them strictly to entertain! ...In fact, I resent the implication that I have anything but the most sterling of character! But you can make amends by buying the next round." Faolan grins. "But rather than refer to me as 'The Halfling,' (as distinguished and noble a title as that is,) you may call me Faolan. Faolan Forgael is my name, a name that rings out with joy in the taverns of warmer climes, I assure you. Present here in the north to bring my act to new and virgin audiences." Faolan takes a deep bow. "The name means 'brave little wolf,' but I assure you I don't bite. Ha ha!" "As to my outfit, well, if you want a garment covered in patches you merely need a needle and thread. As to the colors, if I get tired of the pattern I just change it up. You just twiddle your fingers thusly," Faolan makes an odd gesture, "and kalamazoo, you just tap them like this to change them." Faolan presses his finger onto a red patch, which suddenly turns blue. The next, a green patch, turns pink. And so on...
"As you can see, a very handy fashion accessory. I have a new suit of lights every day!" He hops up onto a table. "But now, I think it's time to sing for my supper, as my mother used to say. No, no, I'm not a singer, but I can put on a little show for you." Faolan pulls out a group of wooden batons with brightly colored streamers on them. He begins to juggle.
Faolan performs a number of tricks, maintaining a steady banter for a while. Often it seems like the items he is juggling change color in midair! After about fifteen minutes, he puts the juggling paraphenalia away. He bows. "That's enough for now... my hands are still a little numb from the cold. But maybe more later, if the inspiration strikes me. What do you say, fine gentlemen? Is that good enough that you would spare a few pieces of silver for a halfling who braved a blizzard just to entertain you?"
"Shut the damn door, this cold's stiff as corpses!" "Ohhh, you got that right," says the small halfling as he totters in. Once his heavy cloak is off he is revealed to be wearing a motley suit of patches in all sorts of bright colors, with little odds and ends hanging from his belt and straps over his chest. He begins rubbing his chest with his hands. "I'd like a table close to the fireplace... actually in the fireplace might be nice, considering how numb I'm feeling." He comes up to the bar. "Got any hot cider? Or anything hot... ah yes. That's the thing." He drinks deeply from the mug. "Better... aaah. I'm Faolan, by the way. When my fingers aren't little blocks of ice I might put on a little show for you." he winks.
Here's Peet's submission: Faolan Forgael. Halfling juggler extraordinaire. Made him for another game and didn't get picked. He's a bard with a throwing focus in combat, and he also has disable device (I noticed there were no rogues). I gave up on the masterwork tuba idea.
Darn! Oh, well. Have fun guys.
", Juggler extraordinaire, at your service good sirs. It will be my great honor to perform for you tonight a variety of feats of manual dexterity and prestidigitation to delight and amaze! Come closer and witness the wondrous talents of Thank you, thank you. I'm here all week."
"It's not over 'til the fat lady sings." - Yogi Berra. Sometimes I see an avatar picture and decide I just have to make a character that uses it. This is one of them. Obviously she has to sing, so she would probably be a bard. But also she is... um... 'hefty.' So this inspired me to see if I could use the Bloatmage initiate feat as a part of her build. I would probably also use Varisian Tattoo since the two feats stack and Varisian tattoo is otherwise superior. I know how I would use these two feats if I was building a blaster wizard or sorcerer, or even a flame oracle. Likewise I could make them work with an animate dead necromancer type. But I am having a hard time envisioning how a bard would benefit much from these feats. For most bard spells I have looked at the caster level only matters for range and duration. So help me out: what bard spells would this type of build be valuable for? Are there bard spells out there that scale in useful ways by caster level? Alternatively I could also see building her as a bloodrager. But I end up with the same problem. Any suggestions? |