"I believe I might have some in my bag. Give me just a moment to see if I can find it." With that, Yerandell opens up his bag and jumps in. In a few minutes, he comes out with his dust in his beard and it seems like it was charred as well, but he has a steaming cup of tea along with a platter of fresh cut lemons and a cup of sugar.
Adalwulf stares at the flames. He isn't particularly apt at knowing Arcana, despite being a spellcaster.
(OOC: Let's see if he stays calm, Wis save +4: 23)
Adalwulf giggles, saying to Feyzilla "Oh, I like that one. It looks fascinating." he starts to dance around while 'burning'. To unlookers it must look rather strange.
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A Michtim in leather armor and high collared cloak that obscures their snout enters the tavern. The creature is, as all Michtims, hard to judge whether it is male or female; and they look kind of sinister, in comparison to the other friendly looking woodland beings. They nod towards Thekla, move past the patrons with graceful, fluid movements and leap onto a seat at the bar. Asking Thekla in a hushed voice "Have you seen any Goblins around lately? I've heard of a tribe that's recently moved in around here, and I was told they are rather docile. The queen asked me to investigate matters."
Thekla wipes the bar with a rag, looks up at the newcomer and replies: "No, not lately. I've heard some rumors about a Goblin girl tho, but that's already a few weeks ago, and I never met her in person. She passes herself off as a halfling, I'm told."
The figure nods, closes their eyes in a smiling manner and says: "Well, I've used that disguise myself quite a lot, to be honest. But I don't speak the halfling tongue. I wonder if that Goblin girl will ever show up here then."
The figure unties a jar that's dangling from their belt and puts it on top of the counter. Inside the jar is a blueish tarantula with an orange abdomen. The jar is filled with a bit of earth and some twigs that are heavily webbed. The person uncorks the jar and softly whispers into the jar. The spider turns around and scrutinizes the Michtim, slowly moving towards it. It reaches out to the web and slowly starts to drum on its web. The dark figure proceeds to drum softly against the jar, waits a second, reaches into a bag, and drops a small living roach inside the jar. The spider lunges forward and instantly snatches the prey, biting it with its fangs, injecting venom and dragging off the roach into its web. It looks a bit, as if the tarantula was dancing. The Michtim corks the jar, and watches its pet feeding.
Cloud raises an eyebrow at Yerandell jumping into his bag. What sort of bag is that? It seems rather...larger on the inside then the outer dimensions would imply. I'm assuming it's magical, did you buy it, or find it on an adventure?
"I received it from an old hermit in the mountains. It is actually magical and is a bit bigger on the outside. come to think of it, I once met a man with a funny voice that had a box that was bigger on the inside as well, but nevermind. It has a few extra rooms in there, including a bedroom, a kitchen, a living space, and a treasure room. It even has a bag troll that helps keep everything clean. You can find the best made by the same hermit, or in a few villages every so often."
"That is not needed, think of it as a gesture of friendship." He says as he gently refuses the coin with a smile. "You may need it farther along your journey." after he says this, he returns to his bag along the wall and again releases his horse of a dog, which stays near the bag happily chewing away at his bone again. The dwarf returns to the stricken elf, "Is there anything else you might have a need for?"
Feyzilla cocks his head in confusion “A drink on you? But I’ve already had my potion of diminution, at this normal size it would be less than comfortable for me to stand upon your shoulders while I drink...”
He starts to flip through pages of his book of secrets hoping to gain some answers from his patron, Oberon.
OOC: While I was Gone I decided that Scarlet sort of just passed out. Because the night rotation she didn't get to sleep.
Scarlet yawns and stretches. She looks around and sees that there are even more people are here. It looks like customers can multiple eh Thekla? She says drowsily. She stumbles over to the bar to go see whats going on. She falls down about 10 F.T from the bar.
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
(OOC: Feyzilla is a ink black lizardfolk, in a dark purple robe with a black hood that usually covers his eyes. He sometimes wears necklaces and other accessories out of the bodies of his enemies. His tail has a dagger tied to the end, but he’s not skilled enough to use it.)
(OOC) yerandell is a taller dwarf of his race, with a long flowing beard that hides most his chest, and that can cause some funny things with it, like pulling stuff out of his beard. He has brown hair and beard, but pale skin from working underground so much
the dwarf sees that scarlet faints and goes to catch her, but doesn't make it. After she falls, he picks her up and brings her back to her seat and orders some stew and ale for when she wakes up again.
Scarlet wakes up (again!). Looks around and repeats the same process as before not remembering what happened. But this time she doesn't fall. She sits down at the bar and says What's goin' on here with this edgelord?
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
The dwarf answers, " I'm not sure, where is he?" I don't recall that many new people coming in. We had a few newcomers though. A curse stricken elf waiting for his friend, a lizardfolk gentleman who likes to bite dwarfs, "as he says this he absent mindlessly rubs his forearm, "and a man who talks in riddles. Where is the edgelord?
Feyzilla looks at the two conversing and shouts “Who told you his name?! My dagger has no mouth to share the information itself!” And looks around slightly scared and concentrates for a moment. “Oberon I promise I did not give up this information myself, please be merciful”
(OOC: Oberon is Feyzilla’s patron and likes to make odd requests to entertain himself since Feyzilla takes hints too literally a lot of times. The dagger on his tail was a request from Oberon for reasons Feyzilla does not know)
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"I believe I might have some in my bag. Give me just a moment to see if I can find it." With that, Yerandell opens up his bag and jumps in. In a few minutes, he comes out with his dust in his beard and it seems like it was charred as well, but he has a steaming cup of tea along with a platter of fresh cut lemons and a cup of sugar.
Adalwulf stares at the flames. He isn't particularly apt at knowing Arcana, despite being a spellcaster.
(OOC: Let's see if he stays calm, Wis save +4: 23)
Adalwulf giggles, saying to Feyzilla "Oh, I like that one. It looks fascinating." he starts to dance around while 'burning'. To unlookers it must look rather strange.
---
A Michtim in leather armor and high collared cloak that obscures their snout enters the tavern. The creature is, as all Michtims, hard to judge whether it is male or female; and they look kind of sinister, in comparison to the other friendly looking woodland beings. They nod towards Thekla, move past the patrons with graceful, fluid movements and leap onto a seat at the bar. Asking Thekla in a hushed voice "Have you seen any Goblins around lately? I've heard of a tribe that's recently moved in around here, and I was told they are rather docile. The queen asked me to investigate matters."
Thekla wipes the bar with a rag, looks up at the newcomer and replies: "No, not lately. I've heard some rumors about a Goblin girl tho, but that's already a few weeks ago, and I never met her in person. She passes herself off as a halfling, I'm told."
The figure nods, closes their eyes in a smiling manner and says: "Well, I've used that disguise myself quite a lot, to be honest. But I don't speak the halfling tongue. I wonder if that Goblin girl will ever show up here then."
The figure unties a jar that's dangling from their belt and puts it on top of the counter. Inside the jar is a blueish tarantula with an orange abdomen. The jar is filled with a bit of earth and some twigs that are heavily webbed. The person uncorks the jar and softly whispers into the jar. The spider turns around and scrutinizes the Michtim, slowly moving towards it. It reaches out to the web and slowly starts to drum on its web. The dark figure proceeds to drum softly against the jar, waits a second, reaches into a bag, and drops a small living roach inside the jar. The spider lunges forward and instantly snatches the prey, biting it with its fangs, injecting venom and dragging off the roach into its web. It looks a bit, as if the tarantula was dancing. The Michtim corks the jar, and watches its pet feeding.
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Cloud raises an eyebrow at Yerandell jumping into his bag. What sort of bag is that? It seems rather...larger on the inside then the outer dimensions would imply. I'm assuming it's magical, did you buy it, or find it on an adventure?
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"I received it from an old hermit in the mountains. It is actually magical and is a bit bigger on the outside. come to think of it, I once met a man with a funny voice that had a box that was bigger on the inside as well, but nevermind. It has a few extra rooms in there, including a bedroom, a kitchen, a living space, and a treasure room. It even has a bag troll that helps keep everything clean. You can find the best made by the same hermit, or in a few villages every so often."
(OOC): its a homebrew item in actuality
"Ah, that will do indeed, dwarf." says Vilindrimor, offering a gold coin.
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Comes in and sits at a table to Order a ale
how is everyone today
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Feyzilla looks over at the newcomer and growls at him “I have answered that question already! Why are you not psychic?!”
(ooc: is that a nat 1 to ask that question?)
"That is not needed, think of it as a gesture of friendship." He says as he gently refuses the coin with a smile. "You may need it farther along your journey." after he says this, he returns to his bag along the wall and again releases his horse of a dog, which stays near the bag happily chewing away at his bone again. The dwarf returns to the stricken elf, "Is there anything else you might have a need for?"
Reply >If i am Psychic i would not read such a simple mind but a beauty or a mind worthy of my skills
so have a good day sir > have a drink on me
Feyzilla cocks his head in confusion “A drink on you? But I’ve already had my potion of diminution, at this normal size it would be less than comfortable for me to stand upon your shoulders while I drink...”
He starts to flip through pages of his book of secrets hoping to gain some answers from his patron, Oberon.
not to take it so stiff my comrade
were here to relax have a fun time
just breath
(ooc: Whisper’s appearance, until I get the chance to properly upload it on michtim.com)
Whisper turns around on his bar stool, his hind legs dangling from the high seat. He watches Feyzilla and the newcomer.
(ooc: let us know how you look, what race are you apparently etc)
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OOC: While I was Gone I decided that Scarlet sort of just passed out. Because the night rotation she didn't get to sleep.
Scarlet yawns and stretches. She looks around and sees that there are even more people are here. It looks like customers can multiple eh Thekla? She says drowsily. She stumbles over to the bar to go see whats going on. She falls down about 10 F.T from the bar.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
(OOC: Feyzilla is a ink black lizardfolk, in a dark purple robe with a black hood that usually covers his eyes. He sometimes wears necklaces and other accessories out of the bodies of his enemies. His tail has a dagger tied to the end, but he’s not skilled enough to use it.)
(OOC) yerandell is a taller dwarf of his race, with a long flowing beard that hides most his chest, and that can cause some funny things with it, like pulling stuff out of his beard. He has brown hair and beard, but pale skin from working underground so much
(ooc: thanks! I should have stated that I mean Spiritgoyle.)
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the dwarf sees that scarlet faints and goes to catch her, but doesn't make it. After she falls, he picks her up and brings her back to her seat and orders some stew and ale for when she wakes up again.
Scarlet wakes up (again!). Looks around and repeats the same process as before not remembering what happened. But this time she doesn't fall. She sits down at the bar and says What's goin' on here with this edgelord?
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
The dwarf answers, " I'm not sure, where is he?" I don't recall that many new people coming in. We had a few newcomers though. A curse stricken elf waiting for his friend, a lizardfolk gentleman who likes to bite dwarfs, "as he says this he absent mindlessly rubs his forearm, "and a man who talks in riddles. Where is the edgelord?
Feyzilla looks at the two conversing and shouts “Who told you his name?! My dagger has no mouth to share the information itself!” And looks around slightly scared and concentrates for a moment. “Oberon I promise I did not give up this information myself, please be merciful”
(OOC: Oberon is Feyzilla’s patron and likes to make odd requests to entertain himself since Feyzilla takes hints too literally a lot of times. The dagger on his tail was a request from Oberon for reasons Feyzilla does not know)