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Not to worry Yerandell, I'm referring to Scarlet. She seems pretty tired, and kind of out of it. Cloud grins at Kevis. If you're going to get some food, I'd recommend the cake-it's amazing.
"Hahaha." Yerandell cracks a wide smile. "You're good, Kevis. It was one of those things where you're there, but you're. If that makes any sense." The dwarf turns to Cloud with a grin, "The cake is pretty good. I hope scarlet is okay. She must have gone to take a nap or something."
Scarlet comes back in and goes up to the bar. "umm, excuse me? Could I possible get some Ale?"
(I had to make a new account but I have finally found my way back! Not that anyone remembers me.... So yeah if anyone is interested I now run a discord similar to this role-play.)
Then suddenly, a loud noise appears. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. A tall and buff half-orc female with purple skin and white hair enters the room and looks at the human:
-A JOB, YA SAY? WELL, I'VE GOT ONE-she shouts, not realizing how loud she is. She goes in front of the human, stands tall, and shouts:
-BRING ME SHECTA WEST AND ILL REWARD YA WITH 500 GOLD-she screams. At this point, she makes a scene.-WELL, DO WE HAVE A DEAL? - When she sees all the eyes on her staring, she takes a deep breath and says calmly: -Sorry. I did not mean to scare you.- Then she mumbles: - Shecta told me I have anger issues.- she sighs-I miss her. - Then she smiles, extends a giant hand to the human, and asks:
The little gnome sleeping in the chair by the fireplace is awoken suddenly by the shouting of the orcish lady.
"Uh, oh, what's that..." as Baxter sits bolt upright in the chair looking around, "...where's the stampeding buffalo?"
After a few seconds of blinking and rubbing at his eyes he becomes accustomed to the fact that he is no longing dreaming. He wipes a hand through his white hair a few times attempting to smooth it back and away from his eyes, despite which a stray lock falls over his left eye but not enough to hamper vision. Seeing the orcish lady yelling something about 500 gold he decides to investigate further.
Approaching cautiously, "Hail and well met friend, I'm sure there's been a misunderstanding. This good fellow doesn't appear to be the sort that would steal 500 gold from such a large and... loud lady like yerself. I'm sure if we retrace your steps we'll find your missing bag of gold. Where was the last place you remember having it?"
Tym Eisenfuchs, the fluffy, raccoon-sized Michtim warlock working at the Tavern, comes up to the group and starts taking orders. Tym is wearing tinted goggles on their head and a greenish cape with a wolf emblem.
"Oh well met, friends. Glad to have you at the Wegkreuz! Can I entice you for some tasty bocicne? You know, the muffin-like sweet and savory bits of deliciousness the Michtims are known for? We also have a hearty stew on the menu today, if that tickles your fancy more."
I'd like some please-says the tall orclady. - The name's Urkia. My friends call me Urk. Hey gnome fella-you've gotten it all wrong. The human fella wouldn't steal a dime. I'm willing to give 500 gold to anyone who would help me find my friend. Care to help?
Baxter offers some of the bocicne to Urk with a warm smile.
"Oh, yes, well of course then, that is an entirely different matter indeed. I would be happy to help but I'm never sure how well people may receive my particular brand of magic or how useful it might prove itself to be."
Baxter's smile grows an inch as Urk pats him on the head. It had been a while since anyone had shown genuine signs of friendship and comradery towards him.
"And um, my name is Baxter Widdersh... ah, maybe I should just stick with Baxter as gnomish names can run on for a bit and take up unnecessary amounts of time."
Urkia takes a piece of paper from her bag. It appears to be a drawing of a young elf girl with curly brown hair, a round face, and a big smile
"If ya wanna help, have ya seen this young lady?" I've never had a friend like her. She saved me and many others in a horrible fire. Then one day, she just disappeared."
The orc looks at Baxter helplessly, as if her previous personality has vanished. But then she erases the frown on her face and smiles once more.
"Ya said something about uhm... magic? Tell me more. I've never seen magic " Urk stuffs the drawing in her bag as if to hide her feelings with it.
(BTW, can someone please explain what is bocicne?)
"No, sorry, I haven't seen her." Baxter furrows his brow for a second. "What's her name?"
After taking a few more bites of his bocicne,
"You've never seen magic before? Well I'm what's called an Illusionist. Illusion spells deceive the senses or minds of others. They cause people to see things that are not there, to miss things that are there, to hear phantom noises, or to remember things that never happened. Some illusions create phantom images that any creature can see, but the most insidious illusions plant an image directly in the mind of a creature."
Baxter starts to take another bite and stops midway,
"Hey, I got an idea."
Baxter will cast Major Image with a 6th level spell slot. He will create the illusion of a young elf girl with curly brown hair, a round face, and a big smile.
"Ok, now tell me if your missing friend is taller or shorter, hair color darker or lighter, face a little more rounder or less rounder?"
Baxter will work with Urk much like a modern day sketch artist using their Malleable Illusions feature to make a perfect replica of Urk's missing friend.
"Now we can use this image to ask if anyone else has seen her."
The doors of the tavern fly open, almost bursting off their hinges. The ground shakes as cups and plates rattle on the tables for a brief instance before everything settles. In the wake of the calamity, a lone Earth Genasi stands in the doorway armed to the teeth with a bow, swords and daggers.
His stoic expression echoes a deafening silence in the mere moments before he speaks, deep and strong as stone.
“I… did not mean to do that…”
He walks into the tavern, yet lingers by the door, beginning to take off the quiver of arrows slung across his back.
“Do I need to leave my weapons at the door? Or….”
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OOC: Quick explanation: Basically, a character set up a game within this thread, so our characters are playing D&D within this thread. It's slightly confusing.
Not to worry Yerandell, I'm referring to Scarlet. She seems pretty tired, and kind of out of it. Cloud grins at Kevis. If you're going to get some food, I'd recommend the cake-it's amazing.
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"Hahaha." Yerandell cracks a wide smile. "You're good, Kevis. It was one of those things where you're there, but you're. If that makes any sense." The dwarf turns to Cloud with a grin, "The cake is pretty good. I hope scarlet is okay. She must have gone to take a nap or something."
Scarlet comes back in and goes up to the bar. "umm, excuse me? Could I possible get some Ale?"
(I had to make a new account but I have finally found my way back! Not that anyone remembers me.... So yeah if anyone is interested I now run a discord similar to this role-play.)
A male human walks in "Do you have any odd jobs I could do in exchange for pay?" he asks.
Then suddenly, a loud noise appears. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. A tall and buff half-orc female with purple skin and white hair enters the room and looks at the human:
-A JOB, YA SAY? WELL, I'VE GOT ONE-she shouts, not realizing how loud she is. She goes in front of the human, stands tall, and shouts:
-BRING ME SHECTA WEST AND ILL REWARD YA WITH 500 GOLD-she screams. At this point, she makes a scene.-WELL, DO WE HAVE A DEAL? - When she sees all the eyes on her staring, she takes a deep breath and says calmly: -Sorry. I did not mean to scare you.- Then she mumbles: - Shecta told me I have anger issues.- she sighs-I miss her. - Then she smiles, extends a giant hand to the human, and asks:
-Well?
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The little gnome sleeping in the chair by the fireplace is awoken suddenly by the shouting of the orcish lady.
"Uh, oh, what's that..." as Baxter sits bolt upright in the chair looking around, "...where's the stampeding buffalo?"
After a few seconds of blinking and rubbing at his eyes he becomes accustomed to the fact that he is no longing dreaming. He wipes a hand through his white hair a few times attempting to smooth it back and away from his eyes, despite which a stray lock falls over his left eye but not enough to hamper vision. Seeing the orcish lady yelling something about 500 gold he decides to investigate further.
Approaching cautiously, "Hail and well met friend, I'm sure there's been a misunderstanding. This good fellow doesn't appear to be the sort that would steal 500 gold from such a large and... loud lady like yerself. I'm sure if we retrace your steps we'll find your missing bag of gold. Where was the last place you remember having it?"
Tym Eisenfuchs, the fluffy, raccoon-sized Michtim warlock working at the Tavern, comes up to the group and starts taking orders. Tym is wearing tinted goggles on their head and a greenish cape with a wolf emblem.
"Oh well met, friends. Glad to have you at the Wegkreuz! Can I entice you for some tasty bocicne? You know, the muffin-like sweet and savory bits of deliciousness the Michtims are known for? We also have a hearty stew on the menu today, if that tickles your fancy more."
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an 8 foot tall grey skinned goliath walks into the tavern and sits down at the bar.
this place looks pretty busy he says to the nearest bartender if your manager is ok with it i could help out ar no cost
"Yes please, I would like some bocicne."
Baxter looks up at those around him.
"Would anyone else like some, my treat?"
I'd like some please-says the tall orclady. - The name's Urkia. My friends call me Urk. Hey gnome fella-you've gotten it all wrong. The human fella wouldn't steal a dime. I'm willing to give 500 gold to anyone who would help me find my friend. Care to help?
She pats the little gnome on the head and smiles, all the anger exiting her body.
-Nice place ya got here, huh? My great great granddad had a place just like this. Called it the "Heck of a burrow".-Urkia chuckles and sits down.
Baxter offers some of the bocicne to Urk with a warm smile.
"Oh, yes, well of course then, that is an entirely different matter indeed. I would be happy to help but I'm never sure how well people may receive my particular brand of magic or how useful it might prove itself to be."
Baxter's smile grows an inch as Urk pats him on the head. It had been a while since anyone had shown genuine signs of friendship and comradery towards him.
"And um, my name is Baxter Widdersh... ah, maybe I should just stick with Baxter as gnomish names can run on for a bit and take up unnecessary amounts of time."
Urkia takes a piece of paper from her bag. It appears to be a drawing of a young elf girl with curly brown hair, a round face, and a big smile
"If ya wanna help, have ya seen this young lady?" I've never had a friend like her. She saved me and many others in a horrible fire. Then one day, she just disappeared."
The orc looks at Baxter helplessly, as if her previous personality has vanished. But then she erases the frown on her face and smiles once more.
"Ya said something about uhm... magic? Tell me more. I've never seen magic " Urk stuffs the drawing in her bag as if to hide her feelings with it.
(BTW, can someone please explain what is bocicne?)
"No, sorry, I haven't seen her." Baxter furrows his brow for a second. "What's her name?"
After taking a few more bites of his bocicne,
"You've never seen magic before? Well I'm what's called an Illusionist. Illusion spells deceive the senses or minds of others. They cause people to see things that are not there, to miss things that are there, to hear phantom noises, or to remember things that never happened. Some illusions create phantom images that any creature can see, but the most insidious illusions plant an image directly in the mind of a creature."
Baxter starts to take another bite and stops midway,
"Hey, I got an idea."
Baxter will cast Major Image with a 6th level spell slot. He will create the illusion of a young elf girl with curly brown hair, a round face, and a big smile.
"Ok, now tell me if your missing friend is taller or shorter, hair color darker or lighter, face a little more rounder or less rounder?"
Baxter will work with Urk much like a modern day sketch artist using their Malleable Illusions feature to make a perfect replica of Urk's missing friend.
"Now we can use this image to ask if anyone else has seen her."
(I think bocicne is a delicious pastry that the Michtum (not sure if I spelled that correctly?) are famous for.)
The doors of the tavern fly open, almost bursting off their hinges. The ground shakes as cups and plates rattle on the tables for a brief instance before everything settles. In the wake of the calamity, a lone Earth Genasi stands in the doorway armed to the teeth with a bow, swords and daggers.
His stoic expression echoes a deafening silence in the mere moments before he speaks, deep and strong as stone.
“I… did not mean to do that…”
He walks into the tavern, yet lingers by the door, beginning to take off the quiver of arrows slung across his back.
“Do I need to leave my weapons at the door? Or….”