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"I can assure you I wouldn't be bored, but if you don't want to talk about the troubles it's fine," Ven says. Better believe I'll still look into it, she thought. "Incidentally, what exactly is Sandpoint's relationship to Magnimar? It's so much smaller, but clearly it's something amiable."
"I would be only too happy to help," Ven says cheerfully, rising from her seat. She already has her gear on her person, as usual.
"Aye, sir, we are. Is there something the matter?" Ven says.
Suppose it wouldn't be too difficult to find Aldern's home, if necessary. How much of those etiquette lessons do I remember? Ven ponders. When the sheriff enters she sits up and waves hello.
Ven shakes her head, but she plasters on a smile and goes along with the distraction. She finishes off her breakfast and continues working in her journal.
As she learns a little more about Lord Kaijutsu from the patron and the man's behavior, Ven scowls. "Gods, what a horrible man," she says quietly. "His kind are always the worst."
Ven grabs the first local she sees and says, "Oi, that Ameiko's old man? What's his problem?"
"Yo, Ameiko! You need any help with this guy?" Ven calls out.
Ven rolls her eyes, takes a big gulp of her drink, and sets the mug down before speaking. "Sir, forgive me, but I think you may need better sources for your information. We acted to prevent further loss of life yesterday. I suppose it isn't your fault, the gossip mill always distorts these things," she says, hardly disguising her disdain. "We're all just trying to get our bearings. Why don't you sit down a while, this doesn't have to be messy."
Well, starting a conversation that way never precludes a pleasant talk. Especially since...well, I've only seen one other Tian Min around these parts. Ven tries to surreptitiously get an eye on Ameiko.
"Not as such. Mostly just carted off dead goblins. Was a little interesting, though; seemed like there was a few different groups of goblins, all working together, instead of just one tribe, or however it is they live. Eh, maybe I'm just paranoid." She shrugs.
Ven gestured for Sabina to sit. "You're welcome to it. Pleasure to meet you, Sabina, I'm Ven Nicolae. Have you had any further issues with the, uh, when you started talking in tongues yesterday?"
Ven heads into the common room quietly, her bow strung and quiver hanging from her shoulders. She eats her breakfast slowly and people-watches.
I'm cool with just advancing to tomorrow morning.
Ven finishes up with the work and heads to the Rusty Dragon as well, putting thoughts of goblin conspiracy theories out of her mind for the moment.
Ven wrinkles her nose at the description of the Hagfish Challenge. "Right. Anyways, that's a little odd; I don't know much about goblins, but it's like there were four different, uh, tribes? Clans? I dunno, four distinct groups of goblins that were all part of this attack. An alliance? I didn't think they were smart enough to plan an alliance, not to mention the timing of the attack," she says, mostly thinking out loud.
Ven helps out, keeping a sharp eye out for anything of interest on the bodies.
Ven follows the group to get a drink, and as she walks, she composes words in head to be written down later. Better not drink too much, at least not before I get this all written down. As they pass the bodies, Ven feels a little sick without the adrenaline to muffle her senses. The stench of death is the worst part. She averts her eyes and breathes through her mouth, but it only does so much.
Ameiko grinned. "You want to earn your keep? Then I say join this man on his hunt. A good sized boar would make dinner for everyone at the Rusty Dragon, patrons and employees alike." "Of course, right. Well, it's only fair; I thank you for your generosity, and I'd be glad to repay it, however much I might be able to help in a boar hunt." Hearing the number of deaths only makes her more determined to get a drink. Fecking. Goblins.
A hunt? Ugh... "Your offer is appreciated, but I need a bit of distance from the goblin corpses before I'll be in my right mind to give you an appropriate response," Ven says instead, and adds quietly as an aside, "I need a drink...
Ven wipes the sweat from her brow. Her frustration at getting hit on for the second time that day melts away into sadness at Aldern's grief.
"Ven, Nicolae," she said. With the fighting winding down, the haze of battle was starting to fall off of her. She wiped the blood from her sword. "Right. Not a problem, happy to help. Stars, how did this even happen? Is everyone alright?"
Ven attacks the goblin before her with both swords at once.
Ven runs in and quickly assesses the situation. "I'm on it!" Ven says, and takes off running, keeping clear of the goblin commander that Bogan is distracting and heading for the one menacing the nobleman. "Hey moldface, eat dirt!" she shouts to try and get the goblin's attention.
Definitely situational. My AC is already going to have issues, I'd like to make use of UMD as we get up there, and starting at level 3 I'll get dex to damage so the str bonus will be kinda useless to me. Nevertheless, against casters or those infamous Haunts in book 2 of RotRL the bonus to will saves could be quite useful.
"That's weird, but I can overlook weird when you can roast goblins." With that said, Ven went running off toward the gate to make sure that the Ulfen didn't get himself killed.
Ven wipes her blade clean. "Neat trick, with the, uh, ghostie," she says. "Haven't seen that much magic thrown around in...uh, ever, and half my family is magi. Anyways--what's wrong with her?" she says, and turns to look at Sabina. "Goblin get you with something like they got her?" She tilts her head towards Anca. "At least I hope that was magic, and you didn't just break out laughing like a madwoman in the middle of a fight."
Ven frowns and shrugs. "Well, that works." She kneels down and slices the throat of the one at her feet.
Ven takes off running around the back side of the stage, keeping a cool head as she comes up just short of the goblins.
Ven advances and strikes out at the goblin; as she is about to strike, an illusory double of Trisha appears on the opposite side of the goblin from her, real enough to give her a chance to go for a weak point.
Free Action: Painful Stare on Red (anyone who hits adds +1 damage) Not quite; Painful Stare is an effect wrapped up in Hypnotic Stare. Painful Stare can be activated as a free action when the target of your Hypnotic Stare takes damage in order to increase the damage, either +1d6+1 from the Mesmerist's attack, or +1 from anybody else's attack. However, Painful Stare can only proc once per round.
Ven pauses briefly as Trisha approaches her, nods, and follows Trisha's line of sight to one of the goblins.
As the smoke from Sabina's attack clears, Ven draws her swords and moves in towards one of the goblins . Her movement is silent and efficient, composed in spite of the gory display before her.
Ven moves from spot to spot, wanting to laugh as the seekers try to find her. When the good father throws the Thunderstone, she stands up; when the woman screams, she reacts speedily, moving towards the source of the disturbance but refraining from drawing her blades just yet.
Ven holds her hand up. "Oh, I'll hide, I suppose. This should be fun!" She grins.
Halfway through some sort of fried meat on a stick, Ven starts to seriously reconsider what just happened. Urgh, just overwhelming. After a year spent among those elves being treated like a small child, it's just weird. With much trepidation, she starts looking around for Trisha, finding her near the hide and seek game. Quietly, she steps up beside Trisha. "So, I mighta run off a little too quick there, I hope you'll forgive my trepidation. Maybe take it down a notch, and we can try this again."
"I'm not quite built for this myself... I prefer challenges of the mind and more... sensual exercises~" the mesmerist admitted as the two joined the racers. "But there are certain delights in stepping outside of your comfort zone, and fortune does favor the bold~" Ven's thoughts ground to a halt, and so did her feet. She took a step back, and her face was rapidly going red. "Oh. Uh. Haha, wow. So, uh, hey, you seem really cute, but we literally just met about three minutes ago, and that is...really not at all what I'm interested in? Sorry if I gave you any indication that I was, but, I'm not?" She held her hands up. "Sorry. I'm, uh, gonna go grab some food--if you wanna talk history, I'm all about it, but otherwise, good luck with your whole..." She made a vague gesture towards Trisha, and started walking away.
Yeah I gotta go with Egil over here, a little flirting is one thing and I was just kinda going along with it since it seemed like fun, but going straight to seduction after about three minutes strikes me as a little, uh, skeevy. Wanted to say something out of character about it before Ven goes running in the other direction.
"Sounds like fun! Though I admit just about anything that doesn't involve the upper body sounds like fun, I'm built for speed, not power," Ven says. There was a time in her childhood she would have loved to get in on the tug of war, but falling on her face in the mud like a fool sounded less than appealing.
Ven you useless lesbian, what if she's a succubus!? :P
"My exodus was... far more recent. Boredom tends to make the days blend together." She finishes her boar bun, suckling the fingers of her glove clean of the last bits of flavor. "And as nice as you are," Trisha gives the woman beside her a closer examination. "...not to mention how cute you look~... there's a whole festival yet to enjoy and we're just standing around talking." She one again extends her hand to Ven. "How about we go enjoy it?~" "I...uh...haha," Ven laughs nervously, quite flustered. "That sounds rather lovely, Trisha."
She takes Trisha's hand, a little awkwardly. She's never really done this sort of thing before, and she lets Trisha take the lead.
"The call of the open road." she shrugged. "Not that I didn't have a choice. Could've stuck home back in Magnimar, but... something out there is... calling to me, y'know? Besides, I'll never get famous sitting around and reading books all day." Ven smiles. "I know exactly what you mean." She hesitates for a moment, and then says, "Magnimar? Funny, I'm originally from there as well, though I have been away for, hm, year and a half, now."
"Ven Nicolae, amateur historian," Ven said, and shakes Trisha's hand. "Emphasis on amateur, don't worry about the book, drawing's terrible anyways. Nevertheless, somebody has to write it all down. Are you here for the festival, then, or does something else bring you to Sandpoint?"
With that, she walked away... but paused upon passing a half-elf that seemed focused on the stage. Breaking off her planned route, she moved beside the woman, took a bite of her own snack, and muttered "Y'know, there's a lot more here to admire then the architecture..." Ven jumps, and her inkpen leaves a large blot on the page. "Oh! Oh, hello," she says as she turns to the woman who snuck up beside her. "Ah, well, you know, trying to record all that I can. For whatever it may be worth," she adds quietly, having overestimated her ability to memorize what the speakers said and was left writing down the general gist of it. At this point, it was just to try and calm her nerves before trying to talk to somebody about finding work. "Anyways--good morning! Are you a stranger in town as well? How do you do?"
Ven bows her head as appropriate, while making notes of the names in her head, and is quiet as it continues. Father Tobyn, Nualia, and this 'Late Unpleasantness', whatever that may be.
Ven mumbles to herself as she scrawls in her journal. "On this day of the Swallowtail Festival, Sandpoint is busy. Many people in the square, many merchants set up along the thoroughfare. Everyone in town seems to know each other." She goes to the opposite page and continues sketching out the cathedral. Her hand is unsteady, and something about the proportions looks wrong. She tries to draw a humanoid figure in front of the building for scale, and it's little more than a stick figure. I should have spent less time climbing trees and more time learning how to draw, she thinks. After parting ways with the old elf Selbhen, Ven came to Sandpoint to look for work. She was good with a blade and quick on her feet, and she could read and write. But that did little to make up for the fact that she had no idea where to start looking for work. Maybe one of the merchants would need a guard after the festival was over and they were heading back... Ven rocks back on her feet, and hops a little. She snaps her journal shut and stows it away in her bag. "Well, not going to solve anything by feeling sorry for myself." She looks up at the stage, listening patiently to the speech from the mayor so that she might write it down later, and maybe get an eye on any significant people she might approach about getting a job.
Wait, no, you did it right, I just didn't know I had to shift-click to place my token, whoopsie! Time to go find a proper tutorial for roll20, I think ^_^;
I've gone into the roll20 game, but I'm not quite certain what I'm doing; do I need to be online at the same time as TCD to get permission to move my token? Is there something else I need to do besides click 'Join Game'?
I'm excited to get started myself. Have not used roll20 before so I'm learning on the fly; my experience in tabletops as a whole is rather lean. I'm a university student, so my posting tends towards late at night EST, but I usually check my games a couple times a day. Haunts, hm? Well, good Warpriests can spontaneously cast Cure Wounds spells, good Oracles get Cure Wounds spells for free, Egil could use a Wand of Cure Light, and depending on when Haunts come up I could, as well, as I plan to max out UMD.
Thank you kindly, GM, I look forward to getting started! Good luck to everyone else on your efforts!
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