“That doesn’t belong to you! Sunam sugam!” As she speaks the last words her. Life takes on an odd otherworldly quality and vapors seem to streak toward one of the assailants holding a canteen. Sunday a smoky hand is holding the strap.
(cast mage hand to try and grab the waterskien from my e of the thugs. Any one who understands I vernal just heard Moira use it to cast the spell.)
The crowd of people back away from the elderly lady and the thieves as the members of the newly formed group of travellers come to her rescue. Jett jogs over and takes up position behind the thieves. She whistles and as the thieves turn, she slowly draws her longsword.
The old woman turns to Juniper, dusting her clothes off.
"I'm all right, thank you. So nice to see young ones still have regard for us older folk."
Vorexx's hand forms strange arcane symbols behind his shield in preparation for... vigorous negotiations.
The ruffians seem to be taken aback as Rum seems to suddenly materialize in front of them.
Seeing Zendrey's staff fly through the air to its owner's hand, the waterskin being grabbed by an arcane hand conjured by Moira, and finally Jett exposing her blade is enough to make the idiots rethink their life decisions.
Rum's demeanour quickly returns to the friendly, bubbly one as he says to the ruffians, "A wise decision, there may be hope for you yet". Hearing the nice lady is ok, he turns away from the ruffians and says to his new friends, "The festival awaits, shall we go?".
Juniper smiles at the elder lady ("It's nothing"), at her new companions ("This group is solid"), offers the hooligans a parting glare, ("I'm watching you!"), whistles for Foxglove, and sets off walking with the party, holding the pony's reins.
(OOC: If she's from the area of the well, which I think she is, does she know how long it will take to walk to the festival location? If so, she will share the information with the others.
Area Knowledge (?) INT: 4)
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As the toughs back off, Zendry absentmindedly leans the staff against a handy boulder and pulls out the notebook to finish his account. That done, he packs the book away and replies to Rum, "Yes, let's be off. And perhaps as we travel you could tell me how you got the name Rumble of Hunger?"
He moves to set off on the journey, and realizes after a few steps that he has once again left the staff behind.
As the ruffian looses his grip on the water the smoky hand glides towards the old lady. “I believe this is yours ma’am.” She scampers off after the others taking in the sights of the festival.
As the situation defuses, Vorexx dispels the accumulated power that had gathered around his hand, stows his shield on his back, and sets off behind the group of new companions.
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Rum lopes over to Zendry and matches his pace. "Well, that depends on who you ask. My mother always told me that she named me Rumble of Hunger because when I was born my belly was rumbling and I was ravenous", he says with a chuckle. "The truth of it though, is that the elders of my clan had as much involvement in my naming. They look at many things, such as the alignment of stars, and clan history. There is also some prophecy involved so they say", he says quite seriously. "One of the elders once told me that my name is as much to do with a hunger for new experiences as any physical hunger". He smiles and finally adds with a firm nod, "I guess that is why I am here, I hunger for adventure and enlightenment"
"Why are you here? You seem to like your books, what is it that you are writing?", he asks curiously.
As they walk, Juniper listens to Rum’s story with interest, while her mind wanders to her own clan and parents. As she goes, her druidcraft seems to have a mind of its own.
Seed pods fallen to the road from the high boughs overhead respond to her proximity, cracking open and bristling with sprouting growth. A skirt of many buds which had fallen to earth unopened during a recent rain shower surrounds a line of magnolias. These she carefully takes in her slender fingers, their fragrant white and fuchsia curls blossom fragrantly at her touch, and soon, weaving the stems together, the young elf has created a floral garland, which she places on Foxglove’s head in complete seriousness.
‘There,’ she thinks, ‘Now you’re dressed for a festival.’
…
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Zendry nods to Rum, and replies, "Interesting. Your culture clearly sees more in a name than most, and the hunger for novel experience is quite a compelling metaphor. As for me, well, you commented earlier that you prefer experience to learning from a book. Personally I still find books both enjoyable and useful, but you have a good point in that there is no substitute for personal discovery. If nothing else, someone needs to write the books in the first place. That's what I hope to do: go out and learn about the festival and all the interesting and different people there, then write an article about it for others to learn from. In fact," he looks around for a moment, "with the number of interesting people I've already encountered before even getting to the festival, maybe I can write a whole book about it."
Rum nods at Zendry, "Remembering tales of our ancestors is important, we do that by telling stories in my clan, but books would work too". He looks around at the group of companions and smiles as they walk.
Having read a bit about Dwarven culture and the importance of their beards, Vorexx realized this individual had his beard shaved as a punishment of some sort. As he approached with the group, he commented "Poor fellow, he's been shamed by his clan for some crime he committed. Regardless of atonement, he's now forbidden to grow a beard again and will be ostracized." Having been shunned by some members of his dragonborn village for being born with the "deformity" of a tail, he felt sorrow for the dwarf beggar, produced what coins he could spare and dropped them in the mug. He mustered a smile and nodded to the dwarf and continued walking, unable to speak to him for fear of his new companions hearing the pain in his voice. The memories of how some could be so cruel made him falter a bit before walking by.
Rum looks in awe at the cave mouth and feels his excitement building at the sound of the merry making.
Seeing the Dwarf begging and hearing Vorexx explain the significance of the missing beard, Rum approaches the Dwarf curiously and crouches down in front of him with a slight tilt of his head. "Is this true, did your clan cut off your beard because of something you did? Is this a story you might tell us?", he asks, not realising this might not be something the Dwarf is comfortable doing.
Juniper listens to Vorexx with interest. She thinks of what she learned during afternoons spent climbing up to a hillside cave, where she would huddle in a cool corner among bats, and whispers to Moira, “A bat which is routinely selfish and fails to help their group may be ignored by the others. I wonder — though I mustn’t judge — what could have led the dwarf to break with his people by breaking their laws.”
After flashing a cautionary glance to Rum, she fastens her attention upon the dwarf’s response to the tabaxi’s question.
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Zendry feels a pang of conscience at the unfortunate dwarf, as well as curiosity about his situation. Since Rum speaks up before he can decide how to react, he waits to hear how the Dwarf will respond.
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“That doesn’t belong to you! Sunam sugam!” As she speaks the last words her. Life takes on an odd otherworldly quality and vapors seem to streak toward one of the assailants holding a canteen. Sunday a smoky hand is holding the strap.
(cast mage hand to try and grab the waterskien from my e of the thugs. Any one who understands I vernal just heard Moira use it to cast the spell.)
The crowd of people back away from the elderly lady and the thieves as the members of the newly formed group of travellers come to her rescue. Jett jogs over and takes up position behind the thieves. She whistles and as the thieves turn, she slowly draws her longsword.
”Now that is not nice” she says glaring at them.
Highest Mega Yahtzee score: 38. Lowest: 14
The old woman turns to Juniper, dusting her clothes off.
"I'm all right, thank you. So nice to see young ones still have
regard for us older folk."
Vorexx's hand forms strange arcane symbols behind his shield
in preparation for... vigorous negotiations.
The ruffians seem to be taken aback as Rum seems to suddenly materialize
in front of them.
Seeing Zendrey's staff fly through the air to its owner's hand, the waterskin
being grabbed by an arcane hand conjured by Moira, and finally Jett exposing her
blade is enough to make the idiots rethink their life decisions.
Rum's demeanour quickly returns to the friendly, bubbly one as he says to the ruffians, "A wise decision, there may be hope for you yet". Hearing the nice lady is ok, he turns away from the ruffians and says to his new friends, "The festival awaits, shall we go?".
Juniper smiles at the elder lady ("It's nothing"), at her new companions ("This group is solid"), offers the hooligans a parting glare, ("I'm watching you!"), whistles for Foxglove, and sets off walking with the party, holding the pony's reins.
(OOC: If she's from the area of the well, which I think she is, does she know how long it will take to walk to the festival location? If so, she will share the information with the others.
Area Knowledge (?) INT: 4)
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As the toughs back off, Zendry absentmindedly leans the staff against a handy boulder and pulls out the notebook to finish his account. That done, he packs the book away and replies to Rum, "Yes, let's be off. And perhaps as we travel you could tell me how you got the name Rumble of Hunger?"
He moves to set off on the journey, and realizes after a few steps that he has once again left the staff behind.
As the ruffian looses his grip on the water the smoky hand glides towards the old lady. “I believe this is yours ma’am.” She scampers off after the others taking in the sights of the festival.
…
As the situation defuses, Vorexx dispels the accumulated power that had gathered around his hand, stows his shield on his back, and sets off behind the group of new companions.
…
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Rum lopes over to Zendry and matches his pace. "Well, that depends on who you ask. My mother always told me that she named me Rumble of Hunger because when I was born my belly was rumbling and I was ravenous", he says with a chuckle. "The truth of it though, is that the elders of my clan had as much involvement in my naming. They look at many things, such as the alignment of stars, and clan history. There is also some prophecy involved so they say", he says quite seriously. "One of the elders once told me that my name is as much to do with a hunger for new experiences as any physical hunger". He smiles and finally adds with a firm nod, "I guess that is why I am here, I hunger for adventure and enlightenment"
"Why are you here? You seem to like your books, what is it that you are writing?", he asks curiously.
As they walk, Juniper listens to Rum’s story with interest, while her mind wanders to her own clan and parents. As she goes, her druidcraft seems to have a mind of its own.
Seed pods fallen to the road from the high boughs overhead respond to her proximity, cracking open and bristling with sprouting growth. A skirt of many buds which had fallen to earth unopened during a recent rain shower surrounds a line of magnolias. These she carefully takes in her slender fingers, their fragrant white and fuchsia curls blossom fragrantly at her touch, and soon, weaving the stems together, the young elf has created a floral garland, which she places on Foxglove’s head in complete seriousness.
‘There,’ she thinks, ‘Now you’re dressed for a festival.’
…
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Zendry nods to Rum, and replies, "Interesting. Your culture clearly sees more in a name than most, and the hunger for novel experience is quite a compelling metaphor. As for me, well, you commented earlier that you prefer experience to learning from a book. Personally I still find books both enjoyable and useful, but you have a good point in that there is no substitute for personal discovery. If nothing else, someone needs to write the books in the first place. That's what I hope to do: go out and learn about the festival and all the interesting and different people there, then write an article about it for others to learn from. In fact," he looks around for a moment, "with the number of interesting people I've already encountered before even getting to the festival, maybe I can write a whole book about it."
…
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Rum nods at Zendry, "Remembering tales of our ancestors is important, we do that by telling stories in my clan, but books would work too". He looks around at the group of companions and smiles as they walk.
...
Making your way to the Thromdak Mines, you feel yourselves developing a bond, perhaps tenuous, perhaps not, but
it is good to meet fellow adventurers nonetheless; some of you know the loneliness of the life more than others,
but still it is felt despite your varied pasts.
You see the cave entrance to the Thromdak Mines shortly. The cavern mouth is enormous, but you can see torchlight
within, and the sounds of merrymaking.
Sitting at the side of the entrance you can see a figure propped up against a boulder.
As you get closer, you see it is a Dwarf, in tattered clothing, holding a mug out, a pathetic look on his face.
Some of you have seen beggars before, but what is perhaps most disconcerting about this Dwarf is
his face... his beard appears to have been cut off.
As you near him, he smiles and proffers his mug (which rattles with coin instead of ale), and
cheerfully says,
"Welcome to the Thromdak Mines, and the event of the year, our very own Keggeroff Festival of Ale!"
Having read a bit about Dwarven culture and the importance of their beards, Vorexx realized this individual had his beard shaved as a punishment of some sort. As he approached with the group, he commented "Poor fellow, he's been shamed by his clan for some crime he committed. Regardless of atonement, he's now forbidden to grow a beard again and will be ostracized." Having been shunned by some members of his dragonborn village for being born with the "deformity" of a tail, he felt sorrow for the dwarf beggar, produced what coins he could spare and dropped them in the mug. He mustered a smile and nodded to the dwarf and continued walking, unable to speak to him for fear of his new companions hearing the pain in his voice. The memories of how some could be so cruel made him falter a bit before walking by.
Rum looks in awe at the cave mouth and feels his excitement building at the sound of the merry making.
Seeing the Dwarf begging and hearing Vorexx explain the significance of the missing beard, Rum approaches the Dwarf curiously and crouches down in front of him with a slight tilt of his head. "Is this true, did your clan cut off your beard because of something you did? Is this a story you might tell us?", he asks, not realising this might not be something the Dwarf is comfortable doing.
Juniper listens to Vorexx with interest. She thinks of what she learned during afternoons spent climbing up to a hillside cave, where she would huddle in a cool corner among bats, and whispers to Moira, “A bat which is routinely selfish and fails to help their group may be ignored by the others. I wonder — though I mustn’t judge — what could have led the dwarf to break with his people by breaking their laws.”
After flashing a cautionary glance to Rum, she fastens her attention upon the dwarf’s response to the tabaxi’s question.
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Zendry feels a pang of conscience at the unfortunate dwarf, as well as curiosity about his situation. Since Rum speaks up before he can decide how to react, he waits to hear how the Dwarf will respond.