Lucius smiles and says, "You both have a tendency to be quite vague in your answers".
"As for me, well I guess you can tell from my appearance and the reaction of the locals that I was born into a higher station than most", he says gesturing at the locals. He also uses this opportunity to take a look around and see if he can spot anyone listening in to their conversation.
He turns back to Nadaar and Eraleigh and continues, "But we don't take it as seriously where I am from as the local nobility". He takes another sip of wine, finishing the goblet. "I guess it would be appropriate to call me a courtier, although I prefer more physical activities like riding and hunting. Do either of you hunt?" he says, finally answering the question.
“Ah, fine pursuits. I’m much more of a talker, but I can imagine hunting is quite fun, with the right sort of company. I have only shot rabbits and such with my bow here, no stories of stage or boar or anything. I can’t say I’ve ever ridden a horse. A donkey once, that was interesting.” Eraleigh looks to the door. “I’m sure tonight will bring a lot of interesting things through that door soon, however. Maybe too interesting. Best to eat up before then.” He starts digging into his dinner with gusto
Lucius smiles and says, "You both have a tendency to be quite vague in your answers".
"As for me, well I guess you can tell from my appearance and the reaction of the locals that I was born into a higher station than most", he says gesturing at the locals. He also uses this opportunity to take a look around and see if he can spot anyone listening in to their conversation.
He turns back to Nadaar and Eraleigh and continues, "But we don't take it as seriously where I am from as the local nobility". He takes another sip of wine, finishing the goblet. "I guess it would be appropriate to call me a courtier, although I prefer more physical activities like riding and hunting. Do either of you hunt?" he says, finally answering the question.
Perception to notice eavesdroppers: 12
While your group is getting a lot of sidelong glances, no one is close enough to eavesdrop. Though as evening approaches, the place is becoming more crowded.
"Ah food", Lucius says as Eraleigh tucks in. "I wonder where mine has got to", he mutters as he gets up and heads to the bar.
He catches the barkeeps attention and says, "I will take another goblet of your fine red wine barkeep. Maybe you could bring it to the table with the food?". He then picks up his shield and takes it back to the table, leaning it against the side of his chair.
"Taking down a rabbit with an arrow is certainly more impressive than taking down a stag, you must be quite the shot?" he says, complimenting Eraleigh.
A short balding dwarf with a long waist length brown beard braided into 3 points enters into the inn, pushing the doors open with a huff. Dressed in simple travel clothes he does not stand out at all, except for his large rucksack that he carries over one shoulder. He walks up to the bar finding a space amongst the crowd where he may be seen by the barkeep before dropping his ruck with a mighty clatter.
"Blessed evening to you innkeep at your earliest convenience a mug of your strongest ale, it's been a long journey and my legs are short and my thirst is mighty!" He lets out a jovial laugh as he turns around to view the room to see if any of his fellow marshalls had arrive ahead of him (Perception: 18 just in case I get a nat 1) and also to try and find a seat.
"Eraleigh you are too humble, you should be confident in yourself. Talk yourself up a little. You did say you were more of a talker right?", Lucius says enthusiastically.
“Oh, I couldn’t. It’s not polite, and this looks like pretty polite company.” Eraleigh looks around. “Too many newcomers in a small village. This will not fly under the nose of the wary.”
The Barkeep, non·plussed after his other visitors, surprisingly greets Ragnar in Dwarvish, "må hammeren din slå sant". Ragnar, looking around can hardly believe he sees such a strange gathering as a Halfling, a Dragonborn and a Half-Elf together.
(OOC: assuming you meant Ragnik? Also not up to scratch on my dwarvish May your hammer beat true? )
“Aha! I did not expect to hear mine own tongue this far from home, it’s pleasure to the ear. What is your name good fellow and I shall add it to the blessings on my forge.” Ragnik lights up at the sound of Dwarvish even it comes from a human mouth and drinks his ale in one long draw. Wiping the foam from his moustache he looks around the once more invoking his marshals badge to reveal those of his order.
Unsurprised that the odd group all being marshals he turns back to the bar “Beg your pardon, but I think I shall try and find a seat, these stools are a little too tall for my liking”.
Ragnik picks up his rucksack once more and moves through the crowd with little grace towards the other Marshall’s “Good evening fellows, might there be space at the table for a weary traveller? My name is Ragnik Daraln, perhaps you are familiar with my works? I must say your group here seems like one from a minstrels story, a Half-elf, a halflling and a Dragonborn all walk into an inn”
Nadaar, having watched him come in and running the same stone check to see if the new person glows; would say “Welcome. “ then in a lower tone says “please join us as we wait. “ Nadaar would be finishing his meal and ready for another round of Ale.
Lucius stands and inclines his head to Ragnik as Nadaar welcomes him to the table. "Well met Ragnik Daraln. Allow me to make the introductions. I am Lucius and these two fine fellows are Eraleigh and Nadaar", he says, motioning to Eraleigh and Nadaar in turn. "And you are correct, we do appear to have stepped out of a minstrels tale. All the more so with you joining us", he adds with a smile.
"I will confess that I am not familiar with your work, do tell us about it", he says as he sits back down.
“A pleasure to meet you all! Haha right you are Lucius the tale will be all the wilder now.” Ragnik sits down at the table, placing the rucksack at his side. He turns to Nadaar and quietly asks “have you been waiting long?”
Ragnik gasps loudly at Lucius’ comment and clutches at his necklace “You have not heard of me? Perhaps my works haven’t reached your region quiet yet. I may not be a master yet but by Tharmekhûl I will get there soon.” He releases his grasp on the necklace revealing the flaming axe pendant “I am a blacksmith, or was until the desire to travel caught me. Weapons and armour were my speciality.”
Lucius replies diplomatically, "I wouldn't worry that I am not aware of your work, I am sure the armourers and weapon smiths from my region are far more familiar than I". Noticing the pendant he asks, "So you are also a religious person as well as a blacksmith?". He instinctively puts his palm to his chest, where his own amulet is hanging, concealed by his shirt and leather armour.
“The tender of the forge followers radiate towards his forge and most will be a smith of sorts. I myself saw the beauty of his flame at an early age and have allowed him guide my hammer through all endeavours.” Ragnik touches a couple of fingers to his pendant once more “to worship Tharmekhûl is to work the forge and produce exquisite pieces of work.”
Lucius nods, "Your words show you to be a true and devout follower of Tharmekhûl, I have no doubt if you are not already a Master of exquisite works, that it is only a matter of time". He then says in Dwarvish, "Måtte flammen i smia din lyse like sterkt som ærbødigheten i ditt hjerte".
He continues, "I myself am a follower of Chernoglav, one who stands for justice and victory over the forces of darkness. At least that is my humble aim". He says the last sombrely with a small smile.
He turns to Nadaar and Eraleigh and says more jovially, "And you two, do either of you have any religious leaning to speak of?"
Nadaar says, putting a hand on his beating heart and says "Sardior rests in each and everyone of of us. We are her clay, her pot. She molded us from nothingness." In Draconic he hums:
"Ar n-Athair a tha air nèamh, Gu naomhaichear d’ainm. Thigeadh do rìoghachd. Dèanar do thoil air an talamh, mar a nìthear air nèamh. Tabhair dhuinn an diugh ar n-aran làitheil. Agus maith dhuinn ar fiachan, amhail mar a mhaitheas sinne d’ar luchd-fiach. Agus na leig ann am buaireadh sinn; ach saor sinn o olc: oir is leatsa an rìoghachd, agus an cumhachd, agus a’ ghlòir, gu sìorraidh."
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Lucius smiles and says, "You both have a tendency to be quite vague in your answers".
"As for me, well I guess you can tell from my appearance and the reaction of the locals that I was born into a higher station than most", he says gesturing at the locals. He also uses this opportunity to take a look around and see if he can spot anyone listening in to their conversation.
He turns back to Nadaar and Eraleigh and continues, "But we don't take it as seriously where I am from as the local nobility". He takes another sip of wine, finishing the goblet. "I guess it would be appropriate to call me a courtier, although I prefer more physical activities like riding and hunting. Do either of you hunt?" he says, finally answering the question.
Perception to notice eavesdroppers: 12
“Ah, fine pursuits. I’m much more of a talker, but I can imagine hunting is quite fun, with the right sort of company. I have only shot rabbits and such with my bow here, no stories of stage or boar or anything. I can’t say I’ve ever ridden a horse. A donkey once, that was interesting.” Eraleigh looks to the door. “I’m sure tonight will bring a lot of interesting things through that door soon, however. Maybe too interesting. Best to eat up before then.” He starts digging into his dinner with gusto
Paladin - warforged - orange
While your group is getting a lot of sidelong glances, no one is close enough to eavesdrop. Though as evening approaches, the place is becoming more crowded.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
"Ah food", Lucius says as Eraleigh tucks in. "I wonder where mine has got to", he mutters as he gets up and heads to the bar.
He catches the barkeeps attention and says, "I will take another goblet of your fine red wine barkeep. Maybe you could bring it to the table with the food?". He then picks up his shield and takes it back to the table, leaning it against the side of his chair.
"Taking down a rabbit with an arrow is certainly more impressive than taking down a stag, you must be quite the shot?" he says, complimenting Eraleigh.
Eraleigh gives a proud shrug. “I do alright. There are plenty better.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
A short balding dwarf with a long waist length brown beard braided into 3 points enters into the inn, pushing the doors open with a huff. Dressed in simple travel clothes he does not stand out at all, except for his large rucksack that he carries over one shoulder. He walks up to the bar finding a space amongst the crowd where he may be seen by the barkeep before dropping his ruck with a mighty clatter.
"Blessed evening to you innkeep at your earliest convenience a mug of your strongest ale, it's been a long journey and my legs are short and my thirst is mighty!" He lets out a jovial laugh as he turns around to view the room to see if any of his fellow marshalls had arrive ahead of him (Perception: 18 just in case I get a nat 1) and also to try and find a seat.
Perception: 7
(OOC: I guess Lucius doesn’t hear the clatter haha)
"Eraleigh you are too humble, you should be confident in yourself. Talk yourself up a little. You did say you were more of a talker right?", Lucius says enthusiastically.
“Oh, I couldn’t. It’s not polite, and this looks like pretty polite company.” Eraleigh looks around. “Too many newcomers in a small village. This will not fly under the nose of the wary.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Nadaar, keeping an eye out for fellow marshals. Perception 16
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The Barkeep, non·plussed after his other visitors, surprisingly greets Ragnar in Dwarvish, "må hammeren din slå sant". Ragnar, looking around can hardly believe he sees such a strange gathering as a Halfling, a Dragonborn and a Half-Elf together.
Nadaar, takes not of the Dwarf entering
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
(OOC: assuming you meant Ragnik? Also not up to scratch on my dwarvish May your hammer beat true? )
“Aha! I did not expect to hear mine own tongue this far from home, it’s pleasure to the ear. What is your name good fellow and I shall add it to the blessings on my forge.” Ragnik lights up at the sound of Dwarvish even it comes from a human mouth and drinks his ale in one long draw. Wiping the foam from his moustache he looks around the once more invoking his marshals badge to reveal those of his order.
Unsurprised that the odd group all being marshals he turns back to the bar “Beg your pardon, but I think I shall try and find a seat, these stools are a little too tall for my liking”.
Ragnik picks up his rucksack once more and moves through the crowd with little grace towards the other Marshall’s “Good evening fellows, might there be space at the table for a weary traveller? My name is Ragnik Daraln, perhaps you are familiar with my works? I must say your group here seems like one from a minstrels story, a Half-elf, a halflling and a Dragonborn all walk into an inn”
Nadaar, having watched him come in and running the same stone check to see if the new person glows; would say “Welcome. “ then in a lower tone says “please join us as we wait. “ Nadaar would be finishing his meal and ready for another round of Ale.
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Lucius stands and inclines his head to Ragnik as Nadaar welcomes him to the table. "Well met Ragnik Daraln. Allow me to make the introductions. I am Lucius and these two fine fellows are Eraleigh and Nadaar", he says, motioning to Eraleigh and Nadaar in turn. "And you are correct, we do appear to have stepped out of a minstrels tale. All the more so with you joining us", he adds with a smile.
"I will confess that I am not familiar with your work, do tell us about it", he says as he sits back down.
“A pleasure to meet you all! Haha right you are Lucius the tale will be all the wilder now.” Ragnik sits down at the table, placing the rucksack at his side. He turns to Nadaar and quietly asks “have you been waiting long?”
Ragnik gasps loudly at Lucius’ comment and clutches at his necklace “You have not heard of me? Perhaps my works haven’t reached your region quiet yet. I may not be a master yet but by Tharmekhûl I will get there soon.” He releases his grasp on the necklace revealing the flaming axe pendant “I am a blacksmith, or was until the desire to travel caught me. Weapons and armour were my speciality.”
Lucius replies diplomatically, "I wouldn't worry that I am not aware of your work, I am sure the armourers and weapon smiths from my region are far more familiar than I". Noticing the pendant he asks, "So you are also a religious person as well as a blacksmith?". He instinctively puts his palm to his chest, where his own amulet is hanging, concealed by his shirt and leather armour.
“The tender of the forge followers radiate towards his forge and most will be a smith of sorts. I myself saw the beauty of his flame at an early age and have allowed him guide my hammer through all endeavours.” Ragnik touches a couple of fingers to his pendant once more “to worship Tharmekhûl is to work the forge and produce exquisite pieces of work.”
Lucius nods, "Your words show you to be a true and devout follower of Tharmekhûl, I have no doubt if you are not already a Master of exquisite works, that it is only a matter of time". He then says in Dwarvish, "Måtte flammen i smia din lyse like sterkt som ærbødigheten i ditt hjerte".
He continues, "I myself am a follower of Chernoglav, one who stands for justice and victory over the forces of darkness. At least that is my humble aim". He says the last sombrely with a small smile.
He turns to Nadaar and Eraleigh and says more jovially, "And you two, do either of you have any religious leaning to speak of?"
Nadaar says, putting a hand on his beating heart and says "Sardior rests in each and everyone of of us. We are her clay, her pot. She molded us from nothingness." In Draconic he hums:
"Ar n-Athair a tha air nèamh, Gu naomhaichear d’ainm.
Thigeadh do rìoghachd. Dèanar do thoil air an talamh, mar a nìthear air nèamh.
Tabhair dhuinn an diugh ar n-aran làitheil.
Agus maith dhuinn ar fiachan, amhail mar a mhaitheas sinne d’ar luchd-fiach.
Agus na leig ann am buaireadh sinn; ach saor sinn o olc: oir is leatsa an rìoghachd, agus an cumhachd, agus a’ ghlòir, gu sìorraidh."
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