As Fiona enters the Naked Kobold, Mutt nods his head at her. When she asks if she's interrupting anything, Mutt simply replies, "You're not. Don't worry about it."
Mutt can hear Thaddeus and Grunyn talking about him. He clenches his fists a bit in irritation. When Thaddeus joins them, Mutt nods.
Mutt replies to Zoso. "Well, my tattoo comes from somewhere else. It's different."
That's when he notices that the dwarf is still staring at him. He crosses his arms, narrows his eyes, and growls at the observer. That's when the Blot event happens. As the dwarf gets hit in the head with a mug as well, Mutt snorts. He's surprised when the dwarf joins them. When he makes his introductions, Mutt merely stares at him for a bit and says, "Mutt." Mutt listens to the dwarf. When he asks about the Shoanti, Mutt snorts. "I'm not one of the Shoanti. I was given this tattoo by a member of the Shoanti." When Grunyn addresses Mutt's anger, Mutt snorts again. "And, what can you do?"
Mutt listens as Cabri explains the deal with the bird. When he gets excited about a mystery, Mutt looks at the book's title and snorts. He doesn't say anything as he runs around and comes back, covered in bird s**t. He rolls his eyes.
Mutt watches as the excited dwarf woman comes down. When she starts speaking in the foreign languages, Mutt growls a little and says, "What? What does any of that mean?"
Mutt listens to Cherry as she talks to Zoso. However, at her final comment, Mutt snorts and makes to scratch his chin. However, if one where to look closely, they would see the corners of his mouth slightly upturned and his body shaking.
When Zelda asks about the Blot, Mutt just snorts. "I don't know and I don't really care. It's just an annoying spot in the sky. It better go away soon or else I will destroy it! I will go into the sky and destroy it! I will find a way!"
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Birds are vicious around here...
Cabri was outside, under a small patio roof area. He had managed to secure a bucket of water and was busy washing the gunk out of his hair and clothing. At least he was good at this, those hours of practice he got at home when his mother had refused to let him outside.
With his clothing sopping wet, Cabri looked around to make sure no one was watching.
Alright, come out Simi.
In an instant, a mass of red and black sinewy tendons burst from his chest and envelope the entirety of his body. He falls to hand and knees as his body contorts, his vision changes, and his body strengthens.
He always felt strange in the form, and since most people instantly ran screaming when they saw it, he usually didn't use it unless necessary.
Cabri focused and his claws began to heat the air around them. He then passed them over his possessions, drying them at an accelerated rate. When finished, he retracted Simi back into himself leaving a very slimy Cabri. Also naked.
A few minutes later, Cabri walked back into the bar freshly scrubbed fully dressed, a light scent of flowers coming from him. He sits back at the table with Mutt and Zoso.
When Zelda asks about the Blot, Mutt just snorts. "I don't know and I don't really care. It's just an annoying spot in the sky. It better go away soon or else I will destroy it! I will go into the sky and destroy it! I will find a way!"
"You're going to the sky!" Can I come?
"So, these blot events... Are they always the same thing happens, or... is it random strange magical events?"
"Admittedly, 'dere's only been a few big events. Like Ah said, a bunch o'birds killin' demselves, 'n this metal thing jus' now. Though Ah've heard dat metal stuff has been movin' before, jus' never so much at once. Wonder if it's localized, 'r if it happened elsewhere. Ah'll have t'ask."
"Of course, with such an easy excuse, lots o'people have been blamin' th'blot for any bit o'misery 'dat dey meet. Ah've meet people who claimed their string o'bad luck at th'gamblin' tables was 'cause of 'blot events.' Pretty sure they were jus'lookin' fer an excuse."
"I don't know and I don't really care. It's just an annoying spot in the sky. It better go away soon or else I will destroy it! I will go into the sky and destroy it! I will find a way!"
"Rest 'ssured, Mutt, if'n mah research ever finds th'source of th'blot, Ah'll be shore t'let yeh know, so yeh kin get first dibs on smashin' it."
"You're going to the sky! Can I come?"
Thaddeus looks at the easily excitable boy, his eyebrow raising yet again.
"Yer an' eager sort, aint'cha? Want some advice? Get as much infer-mation as yeh can 'fore yeh go runnin' off somewhere. An' learn t'recognize exaggeration when yeh hear it. Leastwise, if he kin fly, 'dat be news t'me."
"Yer an' eager sort, aint'cha? Want some advice? Get as much infer-mation as yeh can 'fore yeh go runnin' off somewhere. An' learn t'recognize exaggeration when yeh hear it. Leastwise, if he kin fly, 'dat be news t'me."
Cabri nods eagerly. He pulls out a notebook from his handy haversack and beings writing, obviously taking notes. He scoots closer to Thaddeus.
"So mister," Cabri begins with the enthusiasm of a barbarian in a wine cellar, "the goat is magic? Also a donkey? And his name is Old Horn? Can he understand me?"
Cabri leans down to face the goat.
"Hi Old Horn!"
@Mutt
Grunyn is beginning to grow fond of this "Mutt," as they have a seemingly similar penchant for verbal expression.
"Mutt. It is good to meet you. I can do nothing. You can do everything. Irori will guide your path, and I would be honored to share His wisdom with you."
Having been content to simply take her seat and listen to the others bandy words about, Fiona turns to the strange lady sitting near Mutt.
"Oh? Where are you from, then?"
Most of those here appear to be having what one might call "fun". Tesla decides to mimic them and see if she can get a sense of what "fun" is. She stands and moves in front of the table and begins what spectators can only suspect is dancing.
"Am I having fun now? There seem to be people laughing from the dance I am doing."
In reality, the broken movements strung together, are short samples taken from various other dancers. Unsatisfied that she was able to produce the effect she was attempting, Tesla heads to the bar to see if she might be able to get some suggestions from those that seem to have a better understanding.
Tesla addressed the tiefling behind the bar, "Excuse me. Would you say these other patrons are having 'fun'"
Can someone tell me what's going on?
Cabri nods eagerly. He pulls out a notebook from his handy haversack and beings writing, obviously taking notes. He scoots closer to Thaddeus.
"So mister," Cabri begins with the enthusiasm of a barbarian in a wine cellar, "the goat is magic? Also a donkey? And his name is Old Horn? Can he understand me?"
Cabri leans down to face the goat.
"Hi Old Horn!"
Old Horn looks at Cabri. Animals are normally rather hard to read, being animals and all, but Cabri swears the goat is looking at him with a mix of annoyance and contempt.
*Beeaahh!*
Thaddeus looks under the table. "Ah know he can't unnerstand yeh, but 'dat ain't no reason t'be rude, 'dere."
He turns back up to Cabri.
"No, he ain't part donkey. Like ah said 'bout knowin' exaggeration, yeh should learn t'recognise sarcasm. Ah say he's part donkey 'cause he's a real ass. Yes, he kin unnerstand yeh. Magic? Well, he's mah familiar, and Ah haven't met annuder goat smart's him, so Ah'd assume so."
"But yeh really need t'learn t'relax, 'dere. Sit back, have a drink. Yer enthusiasm is amusin', but it also seems t'get yeh in trouble more often' not. Slow down, think things through."
Most of those here appear to be having what one might call "fun". Tesla decides to mimic them and see if she can get a sense of what "fun" is. She stands and moves in front of the table and begins what spectators can only suspect is dancing.
"Am I having fun now? There seem to be people laughing from the dance I am doing."
In reality, the broken movements strung together, are short samples taken from various other dancers. Unsatisfied that she was able to produce the effect she was attempting, Tesla heads to the bar to see if she might be able to get some suggestions from those that seem to have a better understanding.
Tesla addressed the tiefling behind the bar, "Excuse me. Would you say these other patrons are having 'fun'"
Thaddeus does not join in the laughter. He stares at the strange, glowing woman, confused. More so than ever, he wonders what is with her. Even the devil woman behind the counter still moves and acts in understandable ways. This woman's every action just screamed 'wrongness.'
But, at the same time, she wasn't actively doing anything wrong. Thaddeus did see her talking with some other man who left recently. So evidently she does work with people.
Thaddeus' curiosity overcomes him, and he walks up beside Tesla.
"'Scuse me, 'dere, uhh... Miss." Thaddeus asks, the slightest hint of confusion at the mention of 'miss.' "'Pologies up front, but yeh are th'strangest woman Ah've ever did see. An' Ah've seen some strange people in town. Quite a few in 'dis bar, fer dat matter. But anyways, okay if Ah ask yeh a few questions?"
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"And poor traveling musicians make warm companions but cold hearths," she says with a grin.
Zoso laughs at her burn and let's her go on with her serving, for now.
Hearing people talk about traveling to the blot sparks a memory of lore from a distant land that was once shared with him at an open fire. He zones out for the majority of Tesla's dancing, and when he comes to it seems to be a welcomed time to change the focus from the girl.
Zoso stands on his chair and catches the attention of many, though not all "I know how we can reach the Blot!" he announces. "There's a culture far from here that sends lanterns into the sky as a sign of respect when someone dies. These lanterns are paper tents that are lifted by a simple candle. I believe we can do this to lift a person. Get some ship builders to make us a big enough tent out of sail canvas and the cyphermages to supply wands of Burning Hands." It can be seen that Zoso enjoys hearing this plan out loud. "Yes, should certainly work!"
Apologies for not responding earlier, crazy day. You're still free to apply and engage (or not) in the bar scene. It's additional information on if you're chosen, not the sole deciding factor. Also, first post is the most important regardless.
Happy trails!
Other game could still show up here - this exists outside of the events of play in any meaningful sense. We'll resolve if there's any impact IG after recruitment.
Nel Shadow Touched, halfling sorcerer
Zelda Marie Lupescu, witchwolf oracle/spellslinger
Tesla Gossmar, android slayer
Grunyn the Mossless, dwarven warpriest
Cherry Razarin, tiefling rogue
Zoso Marie Lupescu, elven bard
Cabri Erratan, human synthesist(summoner)
Rusilia, dwarven druid (menhir savant)
NenkotaMoon (expression of interest)
The patrons of the tavern, having found their utensils and recovered (at least somewhat) from the Blot event go silent as Zoso speaks. After he talks, there's a moment of pregnant silence before a huge cheer rises up from the various drunkards.
"WE NEED TO STOP THE BLOT!" shouts someone.
"STOP THE BLOT! STOP THE BLOT!"
Around a dozen or so people stand from their tables, and going on only partially-heard information from Zoso, start trying to secure the curtains from the front of the tavern. A particularly sozzled Cyphermage starts fumbling in his belt pouch for some bat guano.
"Gimme sec... I can do fire..."
Old Horn looks at Cabri. Animals are normally rather hard to read, being animals and all, but Cabri swears the goat is looking at him with a mix of annoyance and contempt.
*Beeaahh!*
Thaddeus looks under the table. "Ah know he can't unnerstand yeh, but 'dat ain't no reason t'be rude, 'dere."
He turns back up to Cabri.
"No, he ain't part donkey. Like ah said 'bout knowin' exaggeration, yeh should learn t'recognise sarcasm. Ah say he's part donkey 'cause he's a real ass. Yes, he kin unnerstand yeh. Magic? Well, he's mah familiar, and Ah haven't met annuder goat smart's him, so Ah'd assume so."
"But yeh really need t'learn t'relax, 'dere. Sit back, have a drink. Yer enthusiasm is amusin', but it also seems t'get yeh in trouble more often' not. Slow down, think things through."...
"Oh!"
Cabri bows his head to the goat.
"Sorry Old Horn. I didn't mean to offend."
He turns to Thaddeus.
"Thanks for letting me know. I guess I have a tendency to get caught up exciting things, get swept up in a way. But yeah, thanks for the advice."
Cabri offers what's left in his glass to Old Horn.
"Does he like apple juice?" he asks Thaddeus.
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Having been content to simply take her seat and listen to the others bandy words about, Fiona turns to the strange lady sitting near Mutt.
"Oh? Where are you from, then?"
"The Grand Duchy of Alkenstar in the Mana Wastes. Much of the area magic doesn't work and where it does, you sometimes wish it didn't."
"You're going to the sky!" Can I come?
Mutt looks at the young man. "If that's what's needed, then yes! I will go to the sky!"
"Rest 'ssured, Mutt, if'n mah research ever finds th'source of th'blot, Ah'll be shore t'let yeh know, so yeh kin get first dibs on smashin' it."
Mutt looks at Thaddeus. "Good! It will fall like so many others."
"You're going to the sky! Can I come?"Thaddeus looks at the easily excitable boy, his eyebrow raising yet again.
"Yer an' eager sort, aint'cha? Want some advice? Get as much infer-mation as yeh can 'fore yeh go runnin' off somewhere. An' learn t'recognize exaggeration when yeh hear it. Leastwise, if he kin fly, 'dat be news t'me."
Mutt says, "I will destroy it! Even if I can't fly!"
"Mutt. It is good to meet you. I can do nothing. You can do everything. Irori will guide your path, and I would be honored to share His wisdom with you."
Mutt raises his brow. "And if being angry is the only thing I'm good at? What then?"
Most of those here appear to be having what one might call "fun". Tesla decides to mimic them and see if she can get a sense of what "fun" is. She stands and moves in front of the table and begins what spectators can only suspect is dancing.
"Am I having fun now? There seem to be people laughing from the dance I am doing."
In reality, the broken movements strung together, are short samples taken from various other dancers. Unsatisfied that she was able to produce the effect she was attempting, Tesla heads to the bar to see if she might be able to get some suggestions from those that seem to have a better understanding.
Tesla addressed the tiefling behind the bar, "Excuse me. Would you say these other patrons are having 'fun'"
Mutt just stares at the odd woman, brows raised. When Thaddeus approaches her and talks to her, he watches in curiosity.
Zoso stands on his chair and catches the attention of many, though not all "I know how we can reach the Blot!" he announces. "There's a culture far from here that sends lanterns into the sky as a sign of respect when someone dies. These lanterns are paper tents that are lifted by a simple candle. I believe we can do this to lift a person. Get some ship builders to make us a big enough tent out of sail canvas and the cyphermages to supply wands of Burning Hands." It can be seen that Zoso enjoys hearing this plan out loud. "Yes, should certainly work!"
Mutt hears Zoso announce his idea. When he's finished, he grins. "That'll do it! Let's go into the sky!"
The patrons of the tavern, having found their utensils and recovered (at least somewhat) from the Blot event go silent as Zoso speaks. After he talks, there's a moment of pregnant silence before a huge cheer rises up from the various drunkards.
"WE NEED TO STOP THE BLOT!" shouts someone.
"STOP THE BLOT! STOP THE BLOT!"
Around a dozen or so people stand from their tables, and going on only partially-heard information from Zoso, start trying to secure the curtains from the front of the tavern. A particularly sozzled Cyphermage starts fumbling in his belt pouch for some bat guano.
"Gimme sec... I can do fire..."
Mutt remains sitting, utterly confused. "We shouldn't do it now! We need to arm ourselves more if we're fighting the Blot!"
"Whoa whoa whoa," says Cherry as she scampers over to the blotto Cyphermage. "Let's not burn the place down, 'k? Maybe try that outside?" She somehow manages to get the mage's hands in hers to give them a reassuring pat, and in the process slides the fumbled bat guano out of his hand and manages to slip it back into his pouch.
She wipes her hands off on a damp towel and gives a nervous smile as she says to the mage, "Outside... if you're going to do fire you should do it outside where you can see the Blot."
Mutt just watches as the bartender diffuses the situation. "She's right! If we're all going into the sky, then we need more weapons and more material!"
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"To the Cyphermages! If they're so curious about the blot they should be able fund our expedition!" Zoso points to the door while shouting.
He then jumps down from his chair, obviously pleased with the mob of people that is forming around them, and addresses the table in a hushed voice. "So..uh..weapons, good call..to attack a cloud..what kind do we need exactly? I honestly thought Fiona and I would sing it a duet or something.." He nods to the human.
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I really don't expect any last minute applications in the next four hours, and so I can take advantage of my lunch break, I am now closing recruitment.
Thank you everyone for sharing your ideas and making the open thread so much fun. I didn't participate much because I didn't feel the need. And thanks to Mutt, Fiona, and Thaddeus for adding some spice. I hate saying no to people, and will have to say no to six of you. Here is my final tally of applications. Please let me know if you were missed. I promise it's not intentional.
My determination of who was new or experienced was based on just eyeballing the post count in their profile. Nothing more scientific than that. If you feel you've been mis-classified lemme know.
Experienced Applicants (Game B only)
Cherry Razarin, tiefling rogue
Tesla Gossmar, android slayer
Zelda Marie Lupescu, witchwolf oracle and spellslinger | Zelda's background
Nel Shadow Touched, halfling sorcerer
New Applicants (Game A or B)
Cabri Erratan, human synthesist(summoner)
Grunyn the Mossless, dwarven warpriest
Zoso Cendele’tiqile, elven bard
Rusilia, dwarven druid (menhir savant)
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Zelda Marie Lupescu, witchwolf oracle and spellslinger | Zelda's background
That reminds me that in my background I said 'x college' at the time I couldn't remember the name of Blythir College, the only magical academy officially recognized by The Grand Duchy of Alkenstar.
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Nah I'm too late to this to make an impact. Another time.
I fear with the new tasks at work, my time has been taken from me more than I had anticipated. I have not been able to partake in the role play and my first post did not generate any response, so I humbly withdraw my application at this time. High rolls and much fun to everyone!
While it's somehow sad when someone drops out, I suppose it increases the odds of those still campaigning for a seat.
Good luck to all of us.
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Group A (level four): Grunyn the Mossless
Group B (level five): Zoso Cendele'tiqile
Thanks to receiving responses from my players quickly, I made the final decision a day earlier. That still doesn't mean it was easy, I spent a very long time staring at the final pool before picking two.
Once more, thank you to all of you. As every GM who runs any recruitment thread will tell you, this was not easy.
If you were not selected, do not assume you have done something wrong. There were many factors in choosing the successful applicants and every single application received some positive response from the players who helped me review them.That said if you have any questions, please feel free to PM me.
Thank you very much for the opportunity! I promise not to flake out, but if I (or one of the others) do, you have a solid pool of replacements here.
To everyone, I'm both elated to be picked and kinda bummed for those who didn't. I enjoyed the RP in the tavern, and it's saddening that we won't be continuing; I suppose that's comes with filling a vacancy, rather than a brand new, full-party recruitment. Best of luck in finding some fun games! I certainly wouldn't be disappointed to wind up in another game with any and all of you in the future!
Congrats you 2. Have fun, judging by the RP done here... I doubt that will be an issue.
Of course, please feel free to let me know if the need for a replacement should rear it's ugly head.
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I would like to thank these two groups for opening up their tables to us as well. Grunyn and I were lucky to get chosen, everyone came to this thread with really fun and diverse characters. I definitely don't envy having to make the decision.
I had a great time in the Tavern with everyone! Really wish we could have gotten in that hot air balloon.. I would love to play in games with all of you down the road and will definitely keep everyone in mind if a group I'm in needs a new player. Until then I hope you all find some wild adventures!