After finishing Faiths of Purity I wanted to make some small tweaks to Sorin. Unfortunately, the way HeroLab works, it doesn't let you modify old characters with New downloads (at least, not that I've been able to figure out). So I rebuilt him from scratch. I slightly modified his attributes and swapped out one feat and one trait (I wanted one of the Shelyn specific traits which changed my skill selection a bit; all whopping 3 points of it). The new statblock is now up by clicking on my name. I'm working on the background right now which I'll attach to my profile after the statblock so all the info is in one place. I may also add to my answers a bit now that my background is a little more formalised.
Vestad Karn sits up as the first singer begins. He didn't recognize the language, but it sounded old and he appreciates old things. Old things have a certain sturdieness. When the second singer begins he nods slowly in rhythm with the rune. This song too sound old, but also haunting.
He waits for the singer to finish before introducing himself. He stands, smooths his fiery colored robes and plaited beard. Underneath his collar is a vivid red star. The Dawnflower is tattooed over and aroud it. With a low bow he introduces himself. "Greetings Lady Faunra. That was a most beautiful song. A most pleasant dedication to those of us who do not call this place home. I would not disturb you from your work, but would you tell me the name of that song?"
I'm sorry I'm not responding much to this thread - it looks like things are going great. Now, just start interacting with one another so I can see how/if you play well with others.
As Tosh steps off the stage to be replaced by Faunra, Copperscale starts whistling and cheering in appreciation. As she walks around to interact with the crowd, she passes by the pair's table.
"My friend thinks you're cute. I think he likes you!" Copperscale tells the bard with a smile and resumes lapping up the wine he ordered. Rohan glares angrily at the little drake before his cheeks turn red with embarassment. He quickly buries his face in his mug of mead to hide it.
After their drinks are finished, Copperscale walks up to the bar to have more drinks and some food for their table.
When he gets back to the table, he gets the glare again to which he replies, "I just said what you were thinking, because you're too shy to say it yourself. Sometimes you need to just be direct rather than keep it to yourself, buddy!" Rohan's apparent annoyance subsides and he walks up to Faunra that was just on stage.
"That was a pretty song, it suits you." He says before his shyness kicks back in and he heads back to his seat at his table.
Faura continues making her way through the croud, singing as she walks and draws the attention of the crowd. When she was singing was the only time that she truly felt alive. There was something about being the main focus in the room that she really ate up and it was the only thing that made this job palatable to her. As one of the patrons says that his friend likes her she keeps singing and sits in that friends lap, drawing close to his face and pokes his nose with her finger before getting up and continuing around the room. Faunra bows when she finishes, the room exploding in applause.
Seeing them an approach she bows as well and smiles as the man questions her. My mother wouldn't be happy but I don't actually remember the name of it, but she taught it to me when you were but a speck in your fathers eye. Its very old and sung in an old elven tongue that isn't spoke anymore. And don't worry you are not disturbing me. As the man from before appraches she smiles at him Thanks she replies to him before he rushes off. She turns back to the man she was talking to beforehope I didn't embarass him to much when I sat in his lap, I get caught up in the moment sometimes.
She looked behind the man to see Ameiko giving her a look that meant she better get back up on stage. Well...I apparently need to get back on stage but it was nice meeting you, maybe after my set we can chat some more, are you staying here at the Rusty Dragon? After the man answers, she makes her way back to the stage Now that we've pandered to the new comers and stroked the egos of the regulars she says with a wink, knowing a few of the regular men really enjoyed her teasing touch during her last song. lets continue the night with some of our favorites She'll continue to sing until told to stop or approached by anyone between songs.
Sorin will come up to Faunra between songs. He's young, with somewhat messy shoulder length blonde hair and clean shaven. He wears a tabard that has a fairly prominent Colored Longtail Bird, the symbol of Shelyn, sewn into it. "Superb! That was absolutely splendid! By any chance, do you happen to know the old local Sandpoint ditty "The Witch and the Warlock"? I know it's a bit lighthearted but it's a good festival song that never fails to cheer people up though really meant to be sung as a duet. Would you honor me...?" He tapers off waiting for a response.
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After securing a room, Ash makes way to a table closer to the entertainers. He smiles faintly as he allows Tosh's ancient ballad fill his ears, then feels a slight shudder as Faunra sings her ethereal song.
Faunra! he calls to Faunra and nods to Tosh and Sorin, as if urging them to join her, Sing me a lively tune, if you please!
Then without further ado, I nod curtly to Faunra, and search for a young, pretty woman to take up in dance! A traditional Varisian dance!
She looks at Sorin and smiles Sir you don't live in Sand point with out hearing that song, and if you'll honor me She says putting out her elbow and then pulling the man up on stage. Due to a request we're going to lighten up the mood here a little and this young man is going to join me in a hearty rendition of "The Witch and the Warlock". If you know it sing along she says to the audience as she gets back on stage.
I'm sorry I'm not responding much to this thread - it looks like things are going great. Now, just start interacting with one another so I can see how/if you play well with others.
Right now I'd have no problem actually stealing from any of them as I don't know them, but obviously that's a) not playing well with each other and b) not exactly what I'm gonna do once we work together. I think.
RP:
Belgretor walks up to the table seating the half-elf (Nelrem), stops infront of it and bows, making his cloak flourish as he does so with his left hand, while holding his own mug of ale level in the other.
"Greetings Master Elf. Belgretor Lightfoot at your service. I saw you drinking alone, and it is always sad to see someone drink alone. So I said to myself 'Bel, you can't let that poor elf drink alone. Look just how misserable he looks. Even though that could be because he's an elf. Now go over there and cheer him up'. So, here I am, no need to drink alone anymore now! And no need to thank me either!"
Once he is finally finished talking, seemingly without taking a single breath inbetween, he climbs up on the nearest chair or bench without waiting for an invitation, slams his own mug down on the table and grins at the half-elf, apperently waiting for him to say something.
He cheerfully gets up on stage (waving to any old-time friends should he happen to see any) adn when it looks like everyone's ready he'll begin to sing (in the role of the Warlock).
Sorin flawlessly switches between the deep baritone and rather comical tenor needed for this song.
After a song or two of dancing, Ash plops down in a chair at Rohan's table. Whew! He signals to a barmaid, One of the spiced ales, please! He turns to the young summoner, and points out a pretty girl across the room, What's your name, kid? I think that girl would like a dance!
"Of course he does!" Copperscale blurts out. He reaches out with a claw as if to shake hands with Aeshuura. "I'm Copperscale! You can call me Copper if you want!" says the golden scaled drake.
"My name is Rohan. It is nice to meet you." He says as he puts his drink down. "I think I will sit and drink for a little longer. Besides, I'm not a very good dancer." He says as he looks over to the girl that is being pointed out.
"But she is cute and you know it, buddy." Copper chimes in. Rohan ignores his little friend for the time being as though he has heard it a million times before to speak to Aeshuura.
"So what is your story stranger? I assume you're here for the festival? The little guy here dragged me so we can attend." He says while looking around a bit.
Vors moves through the street towards the inn dressed in full armor, sword at his hip and bow unstrung across his back. Over the armor he wears a rust-colored tunic trimmed in green; it is plain, but clean and well tended. A symbol of Erastil, fashioned of age-darkened wood, sits prominently upon his chest, hanging from a leather cord about his neck. He stands over six feet in height with a long, lean frame. Behind him skips a girl of about twelve, bearing a strong familial resemblance, in a homespun dress, her long hair flying free behind her. As they reach the street, he turns to the girl, fishing some coins from his pouch and handing them to her.
"Here, take these and go enjoy yourself. Mind yer manners. If'n there's any trouble, you find Uncle Belor or one of his deputies. Meet me back in the common room afore sunset, now. Have fun, Evie."
Vors gives her a quick hug and watches her run off into the crowd, a smile on his face. Then he strolls to the door of the Rusty Dragon and through, occasionally raising a hand to wave a greeting to a familiar face.
He moves to the bar to get a mug of ale, turning toward the singers with a look of appreciation, tapping out the time with a booted foot.
Inspired by the crowds enthusiasm, Tosh leaps on stage and seizes an idle hand-drum.
"Milday Faunra, let us show these folk a real dance!"
At the end of the song, Tosh calls for quiet.
"Here now, an old Varisian tale."
The whole pub quites as the gypsy man weaves his tale.
Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
The starless silence, fleeing
from her rhythmic tambourine,
falls where the sea whips and sings,
his night filled with silvery swarms.
High atop the mountain peaks
the sentinels are weeping;
they guard the tall white towers
of the ancient Runelords.
And gypsies of the water
for their pleasure erect
little castles of conch shells
and arbors of greening pine.
Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes.
The wind sees her and rises,
the wind that never slumbers.
Naked Desna swells,
watching the girl as he plays
with tongues of celestial bells
on an invisible bagpipe.
Gypsy, let me lift your skirt
and have a look at you.
Open in my ancient fingers
the blue rose of your womb.
Precosia throws the tambourine
and runs away in terror.
But the virile wind pursues her
with his breathing and burning sword.
The sea darkens and roars,
while the olive trees turn pale.
The flutes of darkness sound,
and a muted gong of the snow.
Precosia, run, Precosia!
Or the green wind will catch you!
Precosia, run, Precosia!
And look how fast he comes!
A satyr of low-born stars
with their long and glistening tongues.
Precosia, filled with fear,
now makes her way to that house
beyond the tall green pines
where the Runelords lived.
Alarmed by the anguished cries,
three riflemen come running,
their black capes tightly drawn,
and berets down over their brow.
The Constable gives the gypsy
a glass of tepid milk
and a shot of Taldan gin
which Precosia does not drink.
And while she tells them, weeping,
of her strange adventure,
the wind furiously gnashes
against the slate roof tiles.
When he finishes, Tosh pauses a moment to let his words take full effect. Then hetumbles backward and rises to his feet.
"Alas! I am spent for this evening! All my love to you, people of Sandpoint, as always!"
Tosh retires to the bar to stand near Vors.
"I've seen you here before friend, though I've never caught you r name. I am Tosh Besnik." He extends his hand in greeting.
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"Of course he does!" Copperscale blurts out. He reaches out with a claw as if to shake hands with Aeshuura. "I'm Copperscale! You can call me Copper if you want!" says the golden scaled drake.
"My name is Rohan. It is nice to meet you." He says as he puts his drink down. "I think I will sit and drink for a little longer. Besides, I'm not a very good dancer." He says as he looks over to the girl that is being pointed out.
"But she is cute and you know it, buddy." Copper chimes in. Rohan ignores his little friend for the time being as though he has heard it a million times before to speak to Aeshuura.
"So what is your story stranger? I assume you're here for the festival? The little guy here dragged me so we can attend." He says while looking around a bit.
Copper, Rohan, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you both. The name is Aeshuura, but most find it easier to call me Ash. Of course, I am here for the festival! I wouldn't miss it! Though, to be honest, I would have found my feet bringing me this way anyway. Always had an interest in all things 'old', as it were. Ash takes a long draught of his ale and leans back in his chair, clapping along with the song. What about you two? It's not often that you see someone so at ease with a friend like you, Copper... no offense, of course! Oop, just a sec.
He looks up and signals to the barmaid, places a stack of 5 gp on her tray. A round of drinks on me! Then leans in close to the barmaid kissing her on the cheek, Let me know if this is not enough.
-minus 5 gp from my character
I'm sorry I'm not responding much to this thread - it looks like things are going great. Now, just start interacting with one another so I can see how/if you play well with others.Right now I'd have no problem actually stealing from any of them as I don't know them, but obviously that's a) not playing well with each other and b) not exactly what I'm gonna do once we work together. I think.
RP:
Belgretor walks up to the table seating the half-elf (Nelrem), stops infront of it and bows, making his cloak flourish as he does so with his left hand, while holding his own mug of ale level in the other.
"Greetings Master Elf. Belgretor Lightfoot at your service. I saw you drinking alone, and it is always sad to see someone drink alone. So I said to myself 'Bel, you can't let that poor elf drink alone. Look just how miserable he looks. Even though that could be because he's an elf. Now go over there and cheer him up'. So, here I am, no need to drink alone anymore now! And no need to thank me either!"
Once he is finally finished talking, seemingly without taking a single breath in-between, he climbs up on the nearest chair or bench without waiting for an invitation, slams his own mug down on the table and grins at the half-elf, apparently waiting for him to say something.
"Well met yourself Master Lightfoot." he offers his one arm out to shake hands.
"I am Nelrem, and you are indeed welcome to..." Pausing as the fellow sits down mid-sentence. "Um, I see you found the seat to your liking already. But I welcome the company regardless Little Master, and if you missed it, beer is on the house while the Master of Theaters over theres wallet stays open. Very generous indeed." He says with a wink.
Nelrem then slides one of his colorful ads across the table, it's decorated type with colorful designs and patterns, with some animals stylized on the borders. It's a 'For Hire' advertisement offering Scribe services and rates. "Don't suppose a man such as yourself would have need for a Scibe now would you? I've been in town long enough to know I'm one of the best hand to paper men around."
"Well met yourself Master Lightfoot." he offers his one arm out to shake hands.
"I am Nelrem, and you are indeed welcome to..." Pausing as the fellow sits down mid-sentence. "Um, I see you found the seat to your liking already. But I welcome the company regardless Little Master, and if you missed it, beer is on the house while the Master of Theaters over theres wallet stays open. Very generous indeed." He says with a wink.
Nelrem then slides one of his colorful ads across the table, it's decorated type with colorful designs and patterns, with...
The halfling nods and keeps grinning "Ah yes, I heard. A very generous man. He is a Master of Theaters, you say? That is very interesting."
He certainly intented to lighten the man's purse by a few coins before the evening was over.He takes the paper and looks at it, but then slides it back and shakes his head "Oh, I'm afraid no. I'm just a traveller wandering the land and here for the festival, I have nothing worth writing down"
Raising his mug at him he adds "But tonight is for drinking and dancing, not for business"
"Of course he does!" Copperscale blurts out. He reaches out with a claw as if to shake hands with Aeshuura. "I'm Copperscale! You can call me Copper if you want!" says the golden scaled drake.
"My name is Rohan. It is nice to meet you." He says as he puts his drink down. "I think I will sit and drink for a little longer. Besides, I'm not a very good dancer." He says as he looks over to the girl that is being pointed out.
"But she is cute and you know it, buddy." Copper chimes in. Rohan ignores his little friend for the time being as though he has heard it a million times before to speak to Aeshuura.
"So what is your story stranger? I assume you're here for the festival? The little guy here dragged me so we can attend." He says while looking around a bit.
Copper, Rohan, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you both. The name is Aeshuura, but most find it easier to call me Ash. Of course, I am here for the festival! I wouldn't miss it! Though, to be honest, I would have found my feet bringing me this way anyway. Always had an interest in all things 'old', as it were. Ash takes a long draught of his ale and leans back in his chair, clapping along with the song. What about you two? It's not often that you see someone so at ease with a friend like you, Copper... no offense, of course! Oop, just a sec.
He looks up and signals to the barmaid, places a stack of 5 gp on her tray. A round of drinks on me! Then leans in close to the barmaid kissing her on the cheek, Let me know if this is not enough.
-minus 5 gp from my character
"We've been friends since I was a child. I'm more comfortable around him than anyone else, despite his shortcomings." Rohan chuckles at his bad pun.
"Hey, I thought we cleared this up. I am not short, you all are just freakishly tall! In any case, no offense taken, Ash. We've been best buds since day one!" Copper replies as he lets out an adorable belch. "Excuse me! I haven't had drink this good for a long time!" He apologizes.
"Just my luck, I hang out with the only drake who happens to be a lush." Rohan sighes.
"Hey, if someone else is paying, why wouldn't we be having fun? It would be rude to not take advantage of the generosity. You agree with me right, Ash?" The drake fires back.
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"We've been friends since I was a child. I'm more comfortable around him than anyone else, despite his shortcomings." Rohan chuckles at his bad pun.
"Hey, I thought we cleared this up. I am not short, you all are just freakishly tall! In any case, no offense taken, Ash. We've been best buds since day one!" Copper replies as he lets out an adorable belch. "Excuse me! I haven't had drink this good for a long time!" He apologizes.
"Just my luck, I hang out with the only drake who happens to be a lush." Rohan sighes.
"Hey, if someone else is paying, why wouldn't we be having fun? It would be rude to not take advantage of the generosity. You agree with me right, Ash?" The drake fires back.
Of course, when a man offers a drink, it is only right to take what is offered. Ash laughs, But then, it is also just as easy to overstep the welcome. Looking over his shoulder at the foppish Theater owner, Though some ask for it more than others.
Rohan, my friend, she's looking quite bored. I think you'd best make a move, lest you miss an opportunity. He nudges the young summoner into action.
Vestad Karn watches the little copper dragon flit around the room enjoying its drink. He introduces himself with a slight bow. "Greetings esteemed one. I do not mean to be rude, but I have always desired to meet a copper dragon. My great grandfather befriended a copper wyrm and the stories have been passed down to me. I fear most have changed over time to serve as morality tales, but each describes the great creature as the most cunning and witty being to have ever taken a mortal form. It is said that his riddles were such that wise men grew mad trying to answering them, but that children spoke the correct answer."
With a blush, Vestad bows again. "I forget myself. I am Vestad Karn, humble missionary of Sarenrae."
Vestad Karn watches the little copper dragon flit around the room enjoying its drink. He introduces himself with a slight bow. "Greetings esteemed one. I do not mean to be rude, but I have always desired to meet a copper dragon. My great grandfather befriended a copper wyrm and the stories have been passed down to me. I fear most have changed over time to serve as morality tales, but each describes the great creature as the most cunning and witty being to have ever taken a mortal form. It is said that his riddles were such that wise men grew mad trying to answering them, but that children spoke the correct answer."
With a blush, Vestad bows again. "I forget myself. I am Vestad Karn, humble missionary of Sarenrae."
"Witty and cunning? I say that does describe me to the letter!" The little drake responds as Rohan rolls his eyes.
"Greetings Vestad. I am Rohan and the petulant little one is Copper. I named him that when I was small because of the single copper scale out of place on his tiny empty head." He says with a smirk while pointing it out to those at the table.
Of course, when a man offers a drink, it is only right to take what is offered. Ash laughs, But then, it is also just as easy to overstep the welcome. Looking over his shoulder at the foppish Theater owner, Though some ask for it more than others.
Rohan, my friend, she's looking quite bored. I think you'd best make a move, lest you miss an opportunity. He nudges the young summoner into action
"That is very true. Do you have some wager on this? Because you do seem a little too eager to get me to talk to her. But I will oblige you and at least talk to her. Just do me a favor and take a grain of salt with anything my friend has to say. He does exaggerate a tiny bit." Rohan says to Ash as he takes a long swig of mead and gets up to go talk to the girl. Despite the liquid courage running through his veins, he still looks quite unsure of himself.
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"That is very true. Do you have some wager on this? Because you do seem a little too eager to get me to talk to her. But I will oblige you and at least talk to her. Just do me a favor and take a grain of salt with anything my friend has to say. He does exaggerate a tiny bit." Rohan says to Ash as he takes a long swig of mead and gets up to go talk to the girl. Despite the liquid courage running through his veins, he still looks quite unsure of himself.
Ha ha! No, no such wager... just helping a friend have a good time! Ash claps his hand on Rohan's back, Have fun my friend, and don't do anything I wouldn't!
Ash gets up after Rohan heads off to talk to the girl and joins Copper. Cop! Who's your new friend? The name is Ash. he says, extending his hand to the holy man.
RP
An average halfling in common dress walks nondescriptly to the bar. All the while his eyes and ears scan the room for faces new and familiar, accents and keywords that would be of value.
Sitting among the newer faces and within ear shot of the stage, he speaks loudly in a cheerful voice to no one in particular but everyone in general.
Well, this festival certainly does bring in the most amazing and interesting people, with even more interesting and amazing tales!
The Halfling sits up straight and smiles. Looking to see if anyone takes his bait and starts telling their story.
Answers
1. Why are you in Sandpoint? Are you a local or a visitor to the city?
Following my Halfling disposition for wanderlust, I traveled through Varisia trying my luck as a con-man, thief, swindler, decetive and entrepreneur. After a decade of experience I landed in Sandpoint and found my combined skills profitable in solving many patrons problems that, let’s say, a more brutish approach may have drawn too much attention.
2. What are your motivations for attending the Swallowtail Festival?
Knowing others business is my business
3. What will your character contribute to the group?
Knowledge, stealth, a aptitude for disguise and subterfuge, a keen skill-set with small tools, and an even keener appreciation of fine meads.
4. What are your plans for your character mechanically?
Heavy on stealth, diplomacy, bluff, and disguise. Sling expert using the skills from the Halfling player companion.
5. What are your plans for your character from a story-perspective?
Motivated to move beyond the stale life of an information broker and face man. Looking to make some serious coin and a reputation that will allow me to create a legitimate business to support Halflings and non-humans thrive in the area.
"That is very true. Do you have some wager on this? Because you do seem a little too eager to get me to talk to her. But I will oblige you and at least talk to her. Just do me a favor and take a grain of salt with anything my friend has to say. He does exaggerate a tiny bit." Rohan says to Ash as he takes a long swig of mead and gets up to go talk to the girl. Despite the liquid courage running through his veins, he still looks quite unsure of himself.Ha ha! No, no such wager... just helping a friend have a good time! Ash claps his hand on Rohan's back, Have fun my friend, and don't do anything I wouldn't!
Ash gets up after Rohan heads off to talk to the girl and joins Copper. Cop! Who's your new friend? The name is Ash. he says, extending his hand to the holy man.
"He's some priest named Vestad." Copperscale replies to his new friend, Ash.
"Go get him, buddy! You can do it! Don't stop believin!" Copper yells to his departing friend. When a waitress brings the food, the little reptilian creature starts gobbling it up messily. Manners seem to probably be the only thing that Copperscale doesn't seem to get along with.
"Well met yourself Master Lightfoot." he offers his one arm out to shake hands.
"I am Nelrem, and you are indeed welcome to..." Pausing as the fellow sits down mid-sentence. "Um, I see you found the seat to your liking already. But I welcome the company regardless Little Master, and if you missed it, beer is on the house while the Master of Theaters over theres wallet stays open. Very generous indeed." He says with a wink.
Nelrem then slides one of his colorful ads across the table, it's decorated type with colorful designs and patterns, with...
The halfling nods and keeps grinning "Ah yes, I heard. A very generous man. He is a Master of Theaters, you say? That is very interesting."
He certainly intented to lighten the man's purse by a few coins before the evening was over.He takes the paper and looks at it, but then slides it back and shakes his head "Oh, I'm afraid no. I'm just a traveller wandering the land and here for the festival, I have nothing worth writing down"
Raising his mug at him he adds "But tonight is for drinking and dancing, not for business"
Looking to his stack of unhung papers Nelrem could only nod and agree, at least to the drinking part. Nelrem Raises a glass to his table partner.
"A toast then, to new friends. May our paths weave straight through the tapestry of all things."
After the smashing success of the duet is over Sorin turns to Faunra. Even more splendid than your last song; without your help, I doubt I could've carried the tune at all! In any case, the audience is happy and that's all that matters!" He bows deeply to her and tries to kiss her hand but won't press if she pulls away. He then heads back down into the crowd to mingle.
He spys the gold wyrmling and heads over to it. "Fascinating! I've never seen one before." Looks back and forth between Ash and Vestad, "Which of you has such a magnificent creature for a companion?"
"A toast then, to new friends. May our paths weave straight through the tapestry of all things."
Belgretor bumbs his mug with Nelrem's and laughs "To new friends!" and drinks almost the entire contents at once.
It is always good to have an alibi, someone who can confirm that he was with them the entire time and so could impossibly be responsible for misplaced things. Except for those short minutes that one of them would be away to get a drink, but almost noone ever thought of that."You're from here? You always have such fine entertainment?"
Holy crap people. I leave for two hours and come back to a novel. You aren't making this easy.
After the smashing success of the duet is over Sorin turns to Faunra. Even more splendid than your last song; without your help, I doubt I could've carried the tune at all! In any case, the audience is happy and that's all that matters!" He bows deeply to her and tries to kiss her hand but won't press if she pulls away. He then heads back down into the crowd to mingle.
He spys the gold wyrmling and heads over to it. "Fascinating! I've never seen one before." Looks back and forth between Ash and Vestad, "Which of you has such a magnificent creature for a companion?"
"Neither, I'm everyone's friend! But I think you're talking about Rohan over there." Copperscale says while motioning towards the powerfully built yet awkward young man trying to talk to the pretty girl without sounding like a fool. "I feel so special. Everyone wants to know about little old me?" Copper says while gobbling down more food and motioning for more food from a passing waitress.
RP
The tall young man in the forest-green cloak leans back against the bar, and greatly enjoys the singing and dancing. He approaches the bards and first bows his head politely at Fanuura. When he speaks, his voice is soft but deep, seeming more appropriate for a forest glade than to a crowded bar. "Good even, gentlefolk. Thank you for your songs. May I ask, Master Tosh, what language were you singing in at first? I thought myself well-travelled, but have not heard its like before."
Hey GMT, I'm out of town until thursday with sketchy at best internet until then. I will have up my character concept and interactions after that. Looking forward to it and you do not have an easy job there are a lot of great applicants on here. I think I am definitely going Elven Wizard.
"Good stranger, that was Thassilonian. Do you know of it? Thassilonia was a massive, glorious empire once. Those days are long gone though. Excuse me, you know my name but I forgot to ask yours?"
"A toast then, to new friends. May our paths weave straight through the tapestry of all things."Belgretor bumbs his mug with Nelrem's and laughs "To new friends!" and drinks almost the entire contents at once.
It is always good to have an alibi, someone who can confirm that he was with them the entire time and so could impossibly be responsible for misplaced things. Except for those short minutes that one of them would be away to get a drink, but almost noone ever thought of that."You're from here? You always have such fine entertainment?"
"It's busy tonight, but I've seen better and worse crowds here. This inn attracts a lot of the adventuring types, heard a few stories from the owner herself before. She's kind to the wanderers here. And for the most part there isn't much trouble to be had, unless you go looking for it of course."
"As for the entertainment, Yes. It usually is that good. I get a lot of business though contacts made here. It's quite the spot to be for a patron of the finer arts, or simply the right opportunist."
Feeling a little better of mood Nelrem orders another round while the getting is good. Again ordering the house's finest for him and his guest. And if anyone doesn't have a seat, I invite them to Master Belrgretor's and I's, table.
"Oh, you're right!" The young man blushes slightly. "I am Borhald... Borhald Threndor, at your service." He bows at both bards once more.
"Nay, I have not heard of it, that is why I asked. Yet in my travels through the wilderness, I have seen many a ruin, reclaimed by the forest..." He takes another drink from his ale-jack trying to stifle his curiosity. "If this empire is gone, how did you learn its speech?"
After the smashing success of the duet is over Sorin turns to Faunra. Even more splendid than your last song; without your help, I doubt I could've carried the tune at all! In any case, the audience is happy and that's all that matters!" He bows deeply to her and tries to kiss her hand but won't press if she pulls away. He then heads back down into the crowd to mingle.
He spys the gold wyrmling and heads over to it. "Fascinating! I've never seen one before." Looks back and forth between Ash and Vestad, "Which of you has such a magnificent creature for a companion?"
"Neither, I'm everyone's friend! But I think you're talking about Rohan over there." Copperscale says while motioning towards the powerfully built yet awkward young man trying to talk to the pretty girl without sounding like a fool. "I feel so special. Everyone wants to know about little old me?" Copper says while gobbling down more food and motioning for more food from a passing waitress.
Looks over at Rohan and chuckles. "Well, true love has come from smaller things. I imagine not many people around here have seen a wyrmling; I know I haven't. You may find yourself to be something of an attraction!" Is silent for as moment and then vaguely addresses Copperscale, Ash and Vestad but seems to be just as much talking to himself, "Good festival crowd this year...as good as any I remember. Grew up here but it's been three years; almost seems like another life." Sorin seems to be lost in his own thoughts a bit.
Looks over at Rohan and chuckles. "Well, true love has come from smaller things. I imagine not many people around here have seen a wyrmling; I know I haven't. You may find yourself to be something of an attraction!" Is silent for as moment and then vaguely addresses Copperscale, Ash and Vestad but seems to be just as much talking to himself, "Good festival crowd this year...as good as any I remember. Grew up here but it's been three years; almost seems like another life." Sorin seems to be lost in his own thoughts a bit.
"Bah, my buddy is too young for all of that true love nonsense. But hopefully he'll come out of his shell and actually have a good time. Of course I'm an attraction! Who wouldn't want to be around me?" The little drake says with a grin to Sorin.
A tough looking dwarf enters the pub. He has long black hair and a bushy black beard. He was tall for a dwarf and he carried a lot of tools with him. He bore a grin that would put most jesters to shame. He seemed to be in a very good mood. He made his way over to the bar and ordered a mead. He turns to see what is going on. Seeing all the adventurers he speaks in a very boisterous voice."Well, I'm not used to seeing so many adventurous types around here." He then turns to the barkeep and gives him a smile."This is a fine establishment indeed to attract such an assortment of wanderers and treasure hunters" He then turns to the folks in the pub. "So what mad quests or great stories have any of you to share?"
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Looks over at Rohan and chuckles. "Well, true love has come from smaller things. I imagine not many people around here have seen a wyrmling; I know I haven't. You may find yourself to be something of an attraction!" Is silent for as moment and then vaguely addresses Copperscale, Ash and Vestad but seems to be just as much talking to himself, "Good festival crowd this year...as good as any I remember. Grew up here but it's been three years; almost seems like another life." Sorin seems to be lost in his own thoughts a bit.
An attraction indeed. "Did you come for the Festival or just any chance to find love for that poor boy?"
Vestad turns to Sorin, "Greetings, my name is Vestad. You are a local I hear. I hope your travels were blessed. But if I could have your ear for a moment I'd like to know what can you tell me about the Festival."
1. Why are you in Sandpoint? Are you a local or a visitor to the city?
As the niece of Mayor Kendra Deverin, Viorela has been to Sandpoint many times to visit her aunt. Having graduated from her studies in Magnimar, she is at the stage of her life where she is not quite certain what to do next. Given her skills, and her admiration of her aunt as a strong female role-model, she packed up and headed to Sandpoint. She is also interested in getting to know Ameiko Kajitsu, as she's heard she used to be an adventurer.
2. What are your motivations for attending the Swallowtail Festival?
Finally out of years of study and training, Viorela is more than happy to attend the festival - considering it a long-deserved vacation. She hopes to observe how Kendra acts in the role of mayor to learn what roles a woman with martial training can fill in the Varisia.
3. What will your character contribute to the group?
Viorela is a witty, playful and otherwise enjoyable addition to any group. In addition to her banter, she will contribute her skills as a magi. With a high intelligence, she will also be able to contribute to over a half-dozen skills (mostly knowledge skills, and possibly something from a bonus trait yet to be determined).
4. What are your plans for your character mechanically?
Having never built a Magus before or seen one in play at a tabletop or PBP I'm involved in, I'd like to see how the pure magus does for all levels (no multi-classing). Depending on the others in the group, her spell choices would be made to compliment the group. If we are lacking on healing resources, I could see pursing the Hexcrafter archetype for the healing hex. I see Viorela fighting with some form of elegant weapon (dagger? rapier? scimitar? -- still need to make a decision here).
5. What are your plans for your character from a story-perspective?
Early on, Viorela will be apt to pursue any employment (consider it her first "real job"), while seeking Kendra's council on life choices. As she has been sheltered up to this point, I am interested in seeing how she deals with the "real world" after leaving her ivory tower - at this point she is book smart, not street smart. She has also "coasted" a little too much in her life to date, and is needing something to teach her real responsibility (if that's even possible). Her parents were simple, honorable folk, so she seeks to make them proud. No tragic story here, when she was born - they were already older, and died of natural causes.
Pushing the doors to the Rusty Dragon Inn open, Viorela took in a deep breath and held it for a moment. She had been to many taverns and inns in Magnimar, and had learned that sometimes when she breathed in, she would be tragically disappointed at the odor of sweat and labor.
Stepping inside, and finally not being able to hold her breath any longer, she inhaled. The inn smelled pleasant, like cooked meat and baked bread. She smiled and shook her head, her long red-brown bangs having prevented her from sizing up the inn's interior.
She was nervous. The common room was like any tavern or inn in Magnimar - mostly full of men. She caught many glances in her direction and returned them with an uneasy smile. Her aunt, the town's mayor, had told her some stories about Ameiko, the inn's proprietor, who was supposedly an adventurer. Viorela wasn't certain if the tales were meant to encourage her to resist that career, or to encourage her to pursue it. Regardless, she'd make up her own mind.
She spotted an empty table in the room's center. It seemed the men had all chosen to equally space themselves apart, as if they had a secret seating assignment that meant they must fill every odd table before being allowed to sit in the even ones. She smiled again. This was good for her. Now I wonder, how do the locals treat their mayor's dearest niece?
She moved to the empty table and sat by herself and began to count in her head. 1... 2...
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Well met, Vestad! Ash extends a hand to the priest. There are quite a few capable fellows here tonight... he comments as he raises his mug in an imaginary toast, To an interesting few days!
Noticing the gruff newcomer, Ash approaches the dwarf. Well, good dwarfkin, have I got some stories for you!
Ash starts with, No fooling, there I was... staring down a pit trap, holding on by the threads of my rope...
Ash is nowhere the storyteller that Tosh Besnik is, but the stories he has are fun and full of excitement. He would go on all night, if he weren't interrupted...
EDIT: He trails off a bit as he watched the young lady enter the tavern and sit down a couple of tables away... he flashes her a friendly smile... then turns back to his tale!
"Oh, you're right!" The young man blushes slightly. "I am Borhald... Borhald Threndor, at your service." He bows at both bards once more.
"Nay, I have not heard of it, that is why I asked. Yet in my travels through the wilderness, I have seen many a ruin, reclaimed by the forest..." He takes another drink from his ale-jack trying to stifle his curiosity. "If this empire is gone, how did you learn its speech?"
Shocked that someone in these parts would not know of Thassilonia, Tosh shakes the surprise on his face into a smile.
"I speak it because my mother taught me. My people are descendant of this mighty empire."
"We came for the festival of course. Like I said, I'm just trying to get him to open up. Been doing so for most of his life in fact." Copperscale replies to Vestad.
Well met, Vestad! Ash extends a hand to the priest. There are quite a few capable fellows here tonight... he comments as he raises his mug in an imaginary toast, To an interesting few days!
Noticing the gruff newcomer, Ash approaches the dwarf. Well, good dwarfkin, have I got some stories for you!
Ash starts with, No fooling, there I was... staring down a pit trap, holding on by the threads of my rope...
Ash is nowhere the storyteller that Tosh Besnik is, but the stories he has are fun and full of excitement. He would go on all night, if he weren't interrupted...
EDIT: He trails off a bit as he watched the young lady enter the tavern and sit down a couple of tables away... he flashes her a friendly smile... then turns back to his tale!
Dargail listens to the story with great interest and then notices the man smiling at the young lady. He chuckles. "Always got an eye out for a fine jewel have ya?" He leans back with a big smile. "That reminds me of a poor fella I worked with once. Got suckered good by a spicy dame and she made off with most of his belongings. Poor sap never saw it coming. Course, who couldn't see that coming, guy was so ugly even a goblin would be jealous. A face only a mother could love but not the dame who douped him hehe." He looks back at Aeshuura. "Got any neat tales about women?"
"It's busy tonight, but I've seen better and worse crowds here. This inn attracts a lot of the adventuring types, heard a few stories from the owner herself before. She's kind to the wanderers here. And for the most part there isn't much trouble to be had, unless you go looking for it of course."
"As for the entertainment, Yes. It usually is that good. I get a lot of business though contacts made here. It's quite the spot to be for a patron of the finer arts, or simply the right opportunist."
Feeling a little better of mood Nelrem orders another round while the getting is good. Again ordering the house's finest for him and his guest. And if anyone doesn't have a seat, I invite them to Master Belrgretor's and I's, table.
Belgretor politely listens to the answers the half-elf gives him to his questions, but his eyes wander through the room, scanning it for potential targets.
"Just look how they all crowd up around that woman bard, it's like they're having a competition about who talks the most to her. Humans..." He shakes his head and laughs a bit. He'd never understand the tall folk.
After a while he notices the redhaired woman enter and sit down at an empty table and waves to Viorela "Hey lass, no need to drink alone, come over here."
Shocked that someone in these parts would not know of Thassilonia, Tosh shakes the surprise on his face into a smile.
"I speak it because my mother taught me. My people are descendant of this mighty empire."
Borhald nods, pensive for a second. "So much to learn, as I thought." He smiles a bit ruefully. "I am afraid my schooling has been limited to woods-lore and the hunt." He then laughs. "And since my own mother was born in the lands of the Linnorm Kings, I imagine my childhood stories were quite different from yours!"
He then notices the red-haired woman who sits alone, and seems to be inspecting the other patrons. He lowers his voice politely. "That lass there... what is she up to, do you think?"
Brodert Quink, a cantankerous old man, is talking loudly to the poor soul stuck next to him. "A war machine, I tell you! Why else would such a tower be built?! It was built to defend this area - it could spew fire further than a mile. This town is full of fools. They talk, but they know nothing of Thassilonian history." The man next to him nods, but is obviously not paying attention.
Brodert Quink, a cantankerous old man, is talking loudly to the poor soul stuck next to him. "A war machine, I tell you! Why else would such a tower be built?! It was built to defend this area - it could spew fire further than a mile. This town is full of fools. They talk, but they know nothing of Thassilonian history." The man next to him nods, but is obviously not paying attention.
Hearing the words he's listening for, Tactfoot makes his move.
The quiet Halfling Saunders up to Brodert. He may seem familiar to Brodert, but then perhaps not.Fools and talk go hand in hand. It's our greatest commodity I'm afraid. You were a man of action in your youth, yes? What action would you propose be done now?