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Grayson is also going to the tavern and will see if he can ply his trade as a troubadour and also listen for any good stories. If he can't get any headway at the Five Bells, he'll ask around and see if there is another tavern he might try who might need an entertainer for the evening. He will also share stories as well, all trying to juggle.

Sure Xyanna, to the Five Bells it is,' Grayson puts an arm around Xyanna as they walk back to the tavern. Maybe we can learn more about this Thrall place. And if there's time we might go see what this city has to offer a couple of new adventurers like us.

Food? That sounds great, Grayson says. Next to being a performer and juggling . . . I'm never late for a meal. Giving a slight smile. After that I might check out one of the smaller taverns and see about telling a story or two and even some juggling. Might even pick up on some other stories as well. Have to learn what's next for us after all. Grayson spreads his hands apart. Anyone want to join me? Grayson turns back to the boatman. Oh by the way, can you tell us where we might find a good meal and where some of the smaller taverns are that might let a troubadour like myself perform. I will later tell a story about how a kindly boatman was able help us.

Come on GM let's get your head in the game or do I have to pound some sense in there with my juggling clubs.

Sorry, Grayson wanted to put his two cents in . . . or should I say coppers.

They want you up and moving pretty much right away. Herniated Disk surgery is now considered out patient and the incision is only two inches long. The hardest is the walking because I don't have full feeling in my right foot due to the nerves having been overstimulated or pinched. My doctor indicated that it could take a year for the feeling to come back. But I made myself an herbal tea with the herbal knowledge that I have. The tea is designed to stimulate the nerves. Though it won't work right away, it will help in the process and I hope drinking it two-three times each day for at least a month will do some good. Certainly over this next year. I want feeling back in my foot.

OT: Surgery went well. It was outpatient so I got to go home. Started in my walking. Walked two 30 minute walks. Did a little more than what was intended, but I guess I'm an overachiever when it comes to wanting to get back to my routine. (And that's a Dickerson for you . . . always wanting to do more than what is expected). Can't wait to get back to my full routine. My intent is to come to gaming. I'm not supposed to lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk this week, next week I can lift 10 pounds, and then after that, 20. Can't wait to be cleared by my doctor so I can start in with my exercising again.

Haven't seen anything on the Online either of late. Been a bit too quiet. Makes me wonder what our GM is up to. Of course I should remember if the GM is quiet . . . it means something up . . . we players will have what out! :-)

OT: I will be having surgery (Alisa-not Grayson) on Monday for a herniated disk where part of the disk has appeared to have broken off and is pressing on the nerve root in on S1 joint, near where the right hip meets the spine. It is an out patience procedure. It will take 2-6 weeks of recovery time. I am not supposed to lift anything the first week. I can lift up to 10 pounds the second. After the second I should be able to lift 20 pounds. They want me to walk 15 minutes two and three times a day and they want me to start walking that same day of the surgery.

As for gaming, I am planning on being there for our next game, so save me a place at the table. Graysom's juggling might be a little off, but hopefully I should juggle my dice just fine.

Yes, we did. You can read my notes when we get back together for the next live game. You know me I keep notes. Helps me to remember what went on before as well.

Yeah, you're right, Xyanna, the mountain views are amazing. Grayson said becoming distracted. Just like that blue shirt I saw some farmer wearing the other day. He nearly blended with the sky. I wonder where he got it. Matched the color of my eyes.

Looks like my first impression didn't impress so much this time. Have to work on that. But if he needs an artisan skill, maybe I'll try juggling again. That worked last time.

I find a way to get above the animal then leap down using my acrobatic strike, that is if no one takes it out before I get there.

2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8

Otherwise I approach the human and ask Do you mind if my friends and I cut in to help? giving the person a innocent smile.

First Impression 2d6 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4

My name's Grayson Dickerson, troubadour. And can I ask where you're from and where you're heading? My companions and I are just starting out. Maybe you can tell us something about yourself? Sorry if we startled you.

O.T. Thaddeus has crossed the rainbow bridge today. He is no longer with us and no longer in pain. I am missing him right now.

After the last encounter with a creature, I don't know if I want to encounter another one. Just the same, I can't forget the feeling I got when I did that acrobatic spin as a means to defend those around me. Well if this acrobatic troubadour was going to mix it up again . . . Let's just see how I can do again this time. I grab my short sword and follow.

Initiation: 1d12 ⇒ 3

I assume we are camping near the life rock, so that morning, Grayson decides to do his karma ritual. Oddly enough this is not new to Grayson. He would often practice his acting in front of his Aunt and Uncle and they would give him pointers on embellishing or not depending on the scene he would be practicing. He remembers something that he read long ago as a child. He does not know where it came from, perhaps even before the scourge.

I must have an audience of two or more and it looks as if I do. Grayson bows his head then looks up toward the sky. He thinks about how appropriate this scene seems for this occasion.

Such wind as scatters young men through the world,
To seek their fortunes farther than at home
Where small experience grows. But in a few,
Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:
Antonio, my father, is deceased;
And I have thrust myself into this maze,
Haply to wive and thrive as best I may:
Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home,
And so am come abroad to see the world. There it ends, for such is truth of the thing.

Elven? Now where would I have learned that? Maybe from my parents. I don't remember there being any elves where we live. There are trolls, orcs, dwarves, humans . . . but elves? I know it, but I don't remember where I learned it. Very odd.

I speak Human, Elven, and Dwarf. Have to when you come from a family of performers and troubadours. When you're entertaining certain groups of people it's good to be able to speak the language so you can tell them stories and even tell them what's happening with regards to the act. Besides being a juggler, I'm also an actor and I need to play all kinds of parts. My first love was being an acrobat. My parents were teaching me a lot of that before they . . . died. Anyway. If we do run into Elves, I'll be sure to say hello for you.

Hey everyone I think I'm going to take a moment to see if I can recover. The sooner the better. You might need me again.And I think I may grab the charge for the healer's kit as well. I can use all the help I can get right now to get rid of this headache the creature left me with.

Recovery Test One Step 5+1 with healer's kit= 6 1d10 ⇒ 8

Sorry about that. Forgot to add Perception on that. Like I said Grayson's mind is a little muddled right now from taking that hit.

I'll give it a try . . . though my mind is a little muddled right now.

1d12 ⇒ 7

My head is aching, pounding like I spent the night in the bell tower and me being tied to the clapper of the bell. I know there's blood running down into my eyes. If only my legs would work. Never felt so wobbly in my life. I can feel someone lifting, assisting me to my feet. My mind seems to drift a bit.

Mom . . . I'm up . . . give me a minute . . . practice in five . . .

Then I remember . . . oh right . . . their . . . gone. Must be . . . dreaming . . .

Ohhhhh . . . Did someone . . . get the number . . . of that cart that hit me? . . . Did it work?

Thanks. Well looks like I got a wound. I'll have to reply to that.

Don't remember what I need to roll for a knock down test. Is it Toughness or strength?

I want to be there for Gaming, however, I am having so much trouble with my back with a cyst pressing on nerves on my right side, that my right foot is partially numb. I will be getting shots for the SI Joint as well where I have pain and the combination of the two is enough to leave me laying in bed with pain killers and anti-inflammatory, and muscle relaxers that leave me sleepy. I don't like that fact since I am a very active person and I don't want to stop being active.

Gary had to call the EMTs on Saturday because I could not get out of bed because when I moved, I SCREAMED LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE THE DEAD! AND I'm NOT a screamer. And that is literal. I had not been able to get down stairs until today to check everything. I am looking forward to getting back into bed so I can rest my back. I am also looking forward to finding out whether I need surgery to remove this cyst. And it may be a forgone conclusion that I may have to in order to get my back healthy again.

. . . so I let it hit me . . .

Holy punching bag . . . why did I have to attack it before . . . Well, my parents didn't nickname me fearless for nothing . . . but that was before . . .

Okay . . . Here goes nothing.

I stand low in front of it, my legs out stretched as if I were going to leap to the side, hopefully getting its attention. I keep my short sword ready, but less threatening. My natural instinct is to leap . . . use whatever acrobatic talent to get out of it's way, but I stand my ground. I'm hoping that when I am hit, I can roll with the strike. I just hope the thing gives me a love tap and I'm not taking Valsera up on his offer. Let's just hope this works.

. . . Sure, hum . . . I . . . wouldn't mind submitting to it . . . . how do I go about doing that? Preferably before my head is separated from my shoulders. I'd like to keep that. I'm rather fond of it.

Oops, I think I just made the thing mad, Grayson thinks to himself.

Short sword is fine. He needs maneuvering room anyway with that acrobatic strike. A regular long sword might not work well. He's probably going to be more like a fly in the ointment. Eventually, he'll learn use that strike to his advantage.

Good to know. I'll do that before I submit a role.

Also. I don't know if I am remembering this right. You need to use a Talent once to be able to raise that talent up later. I think I remember that being mentioned. Looks like I will have to reread my Earthdawn Companion and Second Edition Player's Manuals. Since I have them, won't hurt to review.

Addition role for the exploded die 1d6 ⇒ 1

Since I seem to have exploded one of dice (natural 6) I know I should role that six dice again, but I don't know how I should do that here. Do I simply do a separate dice expression for that single six die?

Initiative: 1d12 ⇒ 11

If I have an opportunity I'll use what I know to help take this creature down. . .

Acrobatic Strike 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11

2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

Okay, I'm getting nervous.

Did you hear anything or was that just my heart beating loudly in my chest.

Well, at least I can increase the danger a bit with my juggling. That's half the fun.

Can I get a set of throwing knives. I can learn to juggle them too.

I think about my time in the kaer and my last night at the Inn. It is so hard for me not to want to show off the acrobatic moves that I learned. The entertainer in me wants to shout 'look at what I can do' but something inside tells me I must be cautious. The moves remind me so much of my parent's moves. I knew them before, but now, it is as if they have been honed to a greater awareness. Can I really use this to defend others and myself? I am doubtful at first, but then something comes to me . . . A vision? An awareness? A memory? It is hard to tell. There is something familiar about these moves as if I had learned them as a child and had forgotten. No matter, it will come to me far more clearly when I am fully rested. My last night in the Inn is approaching. I must come up with a story worthy of remembrance. Who knows how long I will be gone. Then I decided to tell them a tale that my Mother once shared. I grab my juggling balls and I head out to the common room. I am introduced.

Welcome, have I got a story to share for you . . .

At the end of my performance, I decide to leave the full amount that I have earned to my companion. He deserves no less for giving me this opportunity. It is kind of bitter sweet. I may not be able to share my stories for a very long time. In this little group, I hope I am worthy to play my part. At the same time, I am looking forward to finding out what is out there in the wider world.

Sounds good to me, Valsera. Perhaps we will run into some people and they may have some interesting stories to tell.

Delamater before you go, I just want to say it has been a great honor sharing stories with you. You have been my inspiration. I hope to one day share more stories with you. You have shown me there is more to this world than I ever dreamed. As my mother would say, may your spirit have wings to bring you home safely.

Perception 1d12 ⇒ 2
Perception 1d12 ⇒ 2

I am going to miss Delamater. His stories were always the favorite of the crowds. There was a lot of wisdom in what he shared. I guess from here on out, I will be creating my own.

Guess, what Lynne turns 13 tomorrow! And boy has she grown since you've seen her last. He's just above my height! Time has flown by.

I am going to try to role those again the proper way.

Per. 1d12 ⇒ 1
Per. 1d12 ⇒ 3

Will. 1d8 ⇒ 6
Will. 1d8 ⇒ 6

Yes, I wanted two of each.

Alisa - you need to go back and post the dice rolls using the formatting rules so that the rolls are automated.

Okay, I'm still learning how to format.

I read that as two willpower and two perception. Of the perception, take the higher of the two. I think I was only suposed to role that once, but it wasn't clear. And my browser is slow in responding sometimes.

Willpower: 1D8 = 6
Willpower: 1D8 = 7
Perception: 1D12 = 10
Perception: 1D12 = 9

"I'm a juggler, at least that's part of what I do. If I had a set of knives I could juggle them as well as throw them. Anything that I can juggle I can throw. Plus, I am an acrobat. There's got to be some way I can use that." Grayson says. "Leaping over someone's head and being able to twist and turn not only can add a bit of excitement to an act, it could come in handy in a fight."

I think about my Aunt and Uncle and how they encouraged me to continue with those talents. I think my parents would be proud of me that I'd be using what they taught me for something good.

"And maybe there could be some very interesting stories in the kaer that no one has heard in a very long time. Someone has to retrieve them or they will never be told."

I look down at my new boots. I am standing at the back, hearing the conversations. Adept, Me? That might explain some things, how I'm good at juggling, even all the acrobatic moves that I know. I feel so much more alive when I do them and something else. It's hard to explain. The story telling as well. I've noticed how much people are drawn in. It is as if I have them . . . spellbound? Is that possible? I wish I knew more. My uncle told me once knowledge is power, but also dangerous. My aunt and uncle has always encouraged me, and yet they have also cautioned me to be careful. Now I wonder what they knew that I did not Were they aware that I might be . . . It seems unlikely . . . and yet I wonder . . . wonder why they would even consider if it could mean . . . An image of being put to death comes to my mind and I shudder. Then an overwhelming sadness comes to me, realizing what would be lost . . . the stories. who would tell them? And to know more . . . But . . . Delamater is correct, to go to the kaer now would amount to admitting you were one . . . An Adept. It would not be an easy task to accomplish without leaving tracks and someone was bound to notice. Questions that could not be easily explained.

"I am curious as well, but . . . I would not want to get caught inside the kaer. I might be able to explain, make up a story, after all that is what I do . . but . . . It might not be enough to save me or any of us. Waiting for the thaw might be the safest way. At least when the Festivals begin, the village will swell with people. They may not notice of a few of us are missing."

Tried to create bolded text, but it didn't work. Will have to discover the trick. Otherwise I may use Quotes. I'm a better story teller with quotes than with bolded text.

I go to my stash and pull out a silver coin or two. I haven't bought a pair of boots in so long I think I may have forgotten how much they are. Then I remember my Mother always made sure that I had new boots to wear. I miss them dearly. Enough with the remembering. It's high time I take care of this myself. I go to the cobblers and enter his shop.

"How can I help you?" the cobbler asked

"I need a good pair of boots that will last me through the winter."

"I have several here." The shop keeper takes me over to a shelf and shows me several pairs.

"How much are they?" I ask.

"This pair is 4 copper. They are for riding. Do you have a horse?"

"No. so I guess I don't need those."

"Might I suggest this soft pair," the cobbler states. "These are only a copper. These may even be your size."

"Will they last the winter?" I ask.

"They should."

"What about that pair?"

"Planning on climbing a mountain?" the cobbler asks

I give out a nervous laugh. "I'll take the soft pair," I reply.

I hand over one of the silver and the cobbler hands me back some copper. He gives me the boots. My feet actually will be most grateful once I have them on my feet. I leave and return to my small quarters off the common room in the Tavern. I look through my belongings and I realize I have very little, just the things my Aunt and Uncle have provided. Then I turn my thoughts toward the decision. I think about the stories that I do know, and I realize there aren't that many. I'll probably start repeating them and that could mean less coinage. I need a new source. Well, here goes nothing. Looks like I'll have to tell Shoonmaker that I have an appointment to keep. He might ask me who it is. I'll just say it's an old friend. Looks like I'll be contacting this Crispell and visiting the old Kaer. I wonder if there's some old stories in there. And maybe it will give me a chance to brush up on my acrobatics. Haven't been able to practice those as much as I like. I must be out of my mind. Mom, Dad, wish me luck.

GM, Do I weave a good enough story along with my juggling to earn enough coinage to repair my shoes. I figured since Grayson isn't wealthy by far, he can't aways afford new clothes or new shoes. He's got to share what he earns. Give me an idea os to how much he will need to split and whether it will be enough to get new shoes for him. He's going to need them. It's winter after all.

Delamater has given me some very interesting stories. The more interesting the more coin I usually earn when I pass them on. Sounds like there might be a way to where I can create my own. Tomorrow night? I'll look forward to it, but before then I better get to earning my keep. I look at my shoes, which are worn thin. Hopefully, I can earn enough coin to get my shoes repaired before tomorrow night. Won't do me any good if I have to walk barefoot during the winter.

I take out mu juggling equipment and get to work. As I begin, I try to think of a tale worthy for the day. My mind though is still on what Delamater said. He's got me curious. I better concentrate on what I'm supposed to be doing.

(Rolled for juggling: 2D6 = first roll 6 and 2 + additional 4 total 12)

Oh what also makes a difference, how wide you have your browser window open. If you have a very large screen 22 inches or more) you can have the browser window going across your whole screen and then the stats won't wrap. If you don't have a very large monitor, the stats will appear to wrap. I don't think people realize that.

Try that. You'll be surprised how that works.