”Higherrrrrr! Oh, hey now! Watch your hands Hefty! Most menfolk have to pay for that kind of thing or at least buy me an ale first, eh? No vacations! Whewwww! I’m queen of the world!!!!”
She spreads her arms in a way that you feel like you’ve seen before....
lanky looks slightly uncomfortable when Tastie talks about him acting inapproprate, no intending to do anything. “Ah um, sorry I didn’t mean to.” Lanky adjusts his grip to prevent more awkardness, and flies higher for her.
“H-hey um….W-would you um…er… would you like to go flying later? ”
Remi stumbles over to the tree trunk and collapses down, severely injured. He yanks an arrow out of his thigh. “Little help here.” He looks up at the bugbear and the tiefling in the sky, cavorting. “What the fu…”
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E'lar will make sure that Remi isn't in danger of bleeding out, before beginning to pray. He "talks" for ten minutes straight, though much of it is not understandable to anyone who doesn't speak Primordial dialects. As he wraps up his prayer of healing, everyone in the party regains 11 HP.
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As E'lar begins to pray, Elirion moves over to the body of the chief, searching for anything of interest. When she is done she quickly scans the other bodies.
"Need to move the bodies, or change camp site," she says.
Looking at the still-smouldering and partially dismembered bodies, and the burned trees that are still smoking, she smiles sardonically. "Probably best to move camp when those two idiots get back."
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Gabin rushes over to assist Elirion with her work. "Right, let me give you a hand."As he watches her pat down the chief's body, he says, "Is this weird? Taking from their bodies? I mean I guess it's different from scavenging a battlefield that you didn't fight in... I don't know, I'm still pretty new to this adventuring thing."
(Gabin is using the help action, so this roll can be considered Elirion's advantage roll, if that's an okay way to do things)
"Ah um sorry that was wrong for me to ask uh... Could you um teach me how to be a bit less ummm awkward? You er...say what you want to say without uh worry, and uh I think that's pretty admirable."
Lanky will set Tastie down and turns off his boots.
Elirion's stares blankly at the bugbear for a moment before her gaze softens slightly. An honest question always deserves an answer.
"I say what I say because I learned long ago that lying to myself and my companions is pointless." She stares at the corpses on the ground before looking up at Lanky and continuing. "Learning to be less awkward is a lesson that I am yet to complete. But there is a common philosophy that is shared by many cultures and many religions," she says slowly and earnestly. "It has a simple guiding principle through which societies can be formed and..." she waves her arms to encompass he companions, "...through which people from disparate backgrounds can learn to function together and trust each other."
"At it's simplest is suggests you imagine that you are the other, and consider how you might react in their place." She nods in the direction of Remi, and at her own blood-stained clothes, then down at the stinking corpses on the ground. "Some of us are wounded, there is work to do, we are all tired..." her voice trails off, and she stands, leaving Lanky to work out the rest.
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Once the battle is over, as Elirion suggests, you back up your belongings and head further towards town a couple miles. After that ambush and the weariness you're all feeling, that last mile was a killer. But you all settle in and take your turns keeping watch. Landee, impressed with how you all handled the gnolls, sleeps soundly as you all hear with snores permeating the night air.
The next morning you all rise, rested and ready to hit the road, looking forward to being back amongst some sort of civilization, even E'Lar. You continue the small chat that started at the campfire the evening before, getting to know each other better, wondering if you want to continue working with this group, seeing what other wrongs you can right.. but first lunch! You come over the last rise and see Maerin laying out before you. It is around noon...
"Ah um sorry that was wrong for me to ask uh... Could you um teach me how to be a bit less ummm awkward? You er...say what you want to say without uh worry, and uh I think that's pretty admirable."
Lanky will set Tastie down and turns off his boots.
Tastie
She breathes a sigh of relief as Elirion decides to answer the bugbear's question. She doesn't know anything that she said about it and whether it was true but it sounded smart.
Too many words, Tastie thinks to herself. She is unapologetically her own person, she stopped caring about that long ago, when the words and stares did hurt her feelings. She remembers the last boy to make fun of her, and how she plucked out an eye in return. She giggles to herself. There are actions and there are consequences, she thinks. She does hope her attitude doesn't get this group - or at least the fuzzy bear - into any trouble.
She shrugs and takes in the scene around her, Tastie frowns, remembering that she couldn't find anything of value here. Her eyes light up, "Hey! Can we burn the bodies at least?"
Remi looks over at Tastie, a thin smile on his lips. I will never be surprised with what comes out of her mouth. He looks at Gabin, “I could use a proper bed for a night. I am sore from head to toe.”
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With a faint half-smile Elirion turns to Tastie. "Take a trophy if you want, but burning them might attract their friends -- if we haven't already." She looks down at the burned and broken coorpses and shrugs, "Leave the bodies for the wolves and lions -- better they feast on them than on us."
After shifting camp and prior to meditating studies her books, making notes and collecting her thoughts. (( Short rest prior to long rest ))
(( now ))
"I for one would like a day or two to rest and recover," she says, eyeing the town for signs of more bandits or other surprises.
Landee, now exuberant after his two brushes with death and seeing his home town now laying out in front of him, "Home!! Let's go, what are we waiting for? Drinks are on me!" he pauses, thinking a sec, "I'd say stew as well, but Lukas would have my hide, so stew is on you, but I'll pour the drinks!!" his smile is huge as he starts heading into town and straight for the Bored Weasel.
As you all enter town, you see the market is abuzz again with with all the stands up and people shopping. You get a few familiar nods as you walk through but no one in particular walks up to you as it appears they are focused on what they are doing. That and you all are a bit rough looking after the last couple days you had.
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Lanky goes to the bar, ready to get drunk and sleep the day away. He orders the strongest drink they have, some stew and a water. Lanky slowly eats the stew, nursing the water. After he gets done eatting he drains the booze.
Remi wants an ale as well to ease his nerves and dull the pain and trauma of the last day. He will head to his room after a nice meal and a couple of rounds.
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Tastie
”Higherrrrrr! Oh, hey now! Watch your hands Hefty! Most menfolk have to pay for that kind of thing or at least buy me an ale first, eh? No vacations! Whewwww! I’m queen of the world!!!!”
She spreads her arms in a way that you feel like you’ve seen before....
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
lanky looks slightly uncomfortable when Tastie talks about him acting inapproprate, no intending to do anything. “Ah um, sorry I didn’t mean to.” Lanky adjusts his grip to prevent more awkardness, and flies higher for her.
“H-hey um….W-would you um…er… would you like to go flying later? ”
Remi stumbles over to the tree trunk and collapses down, severely injured. He yanks an arrow out of his thigh. “Little help here.” He looks up at the bugbear and the tiefling in the sky, cavorting. “What the fu…”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
E'lar will make sure that Remi isn't in danger of bleeding out, before beginning to pray. He "talks" for ten minutes straight, though much of it is not understandable to anyone who doesn't speak Primordial dialects. As he wraps up his prayer of healing, everyone in the party regains 11 HP.
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As E'lar begins to pray, Elirion moves over to the body of the chief, searching for anything of interest. When she is done she quickly scans the other bodies.
"Need to move the bodies, or change camp site," she says.
Looking at the still-smouldering and partially dismembered bodies, and the burned trees that are still smoking, she smiles sardonically. "Probably best to move camp when those two idiots get back."
Investigation: 14 (passive 17)
(( Unedited post, and initial roll was 25 for investigation!!!...moreover the roll id 1d20+7, ffs!!! ))
Gabin rushes over to assist Elirion with her work. "Right, let me give you a hand." As he watches her pat down the chief's body, he says, "Is this weird? Taking from their bodies? I mean I guess it's different from scavenging a battlefield that you didn't fight in... I don't know, I'm still pretty new to this adventuring thing."
(Gabin is using the help action, so this roll can be considered Elirion's advantage roll, if that's an okay way to do things)
Invetigation Advantage: 24
(( She did roll 25 the first time until DnDB screwed up -- hover over the roll for a laugh, and note that the post itself is unedited! ))
"Ah um sorry that was wrong for me to ask uh... Could you um teach me how to be a bit less ummm awkward? You er...say what you want to say without uh worry, and uh I think that's pretty admirable."
Lanky will set Tastie down and turns off his boots.
Elirion's stares blankly at the bugbear for a moment before her gaze softens slightly. An honest question always deserves an answer.
"I say what I say because I learned long ago that lying to myself and my companions is pointless." She stares at the corpses on the ground before looking up at Lanky and continuing. "Learning to be less awkward is a lesson that I am yet to complete. But there is a common philosophy that is shared by many cultures and many religions," she says slowly and earnestly. "It has a simple guiding principle through which societies can be formed and..." she waves her arms to encompass he companions, "...through which people from disparate backgrounds can learn to function together and trust each other."
"At it's simplest is suggests you imagine that you are the other, and consider how you might react in their place." She nods in the direction of Remi, and at her own blood-stained clothes, then down at the stinking corpses on the ground. "Some of us are wounded, there is work to do, we are all tired..." her voice trails off, and she stands, leaving Lanky to work out the rest.
"We should camp elsewhere, I think."
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Once the battle is over, as Elirion suggests, you back up your belongings and head further towards town a couple miles. After that ambush and the weariness you're all feeling, that last mile was a killer. But you all settle in and take your turns keeping watch. Landee, impressed with how you all handled the gnolls, sleeps soundly as you all hear with snores permeating the night air.
The next morning you all rise, rested and ready to hit the road, looking forward to being back amongst some sort of civilization, even E'Lar. You continue the small chat that started at the campfire the evening before, getting to know each other better, wondering if you want to continue working with this group, seeing what other wrongs you can right.. but first lunch! You come over the last rise and see Maerin laying out before you. It is around noon...
Gabin looks at the town ahead and tries not to sound too enthusiastic as he says "Ah, looks like we'll be sleeping in proper beds tonight."
Tastie
She breathes a sigh of relief as Elirion decides to answer the bugbear's question. She doesn't know anything that she said about it and whether it was true but it sounded smart.
Too many words, Tastie thinks to herself. She is unapologetically her own person, she stopped caring about that long ago, when the words and stares did hurt her feelings. She remembers the last boy to make fun of her, and how she plucked out an eye in return. She giggles to herself. There are actions and there are consequences, she thinks. She does hope her attitude doesn't get this group - or at least the fuzzy bear - into any trouble.
She shrugs and takes in the scene around her, Tastie frowns, remembering that she couldn't find anything of value here. Her eyes light up, "Hey! Can we burn the bodies at least?"
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DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
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Remi looks over at Tastie, a thin smile on his lips. I will never be surprised with what comes out of her mouth. He looks at Gabin, “I could use a proper bed for a night. I am sore from head to toe.”
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With a faint half-smile Elirion turns to Tastie. "Take a trophy if you want, but burning them might attract their friends -- if we haven't already." She looks down at the burned and broken coorpses and shrugs, "Leave the bodies for the wolves and lions -- better they feast on them than on us."
After shifting camp and prior to meditating studies her books, making notes and collecting her thoughts. (( Short rest prior to long rest ))
(( now ))
"I for one would like a day or two to rest and recover," she says, eyeing the town for signs of more bandits or other surprises.
Landee, now exuberant after his two brushes with death and seeing his home town now laying out in front of him, "Home!! Let's go, what are we waiting for? Drinks are on me!" he pauses, thinking a sec, "I'd say stew as well, but Lukas would have my hide, so stew is on you, but I'll pour the drinks!!" his smile is huge as he starts heading into town and straight for the Bored Weasel.
As you all enter town, you see the market is abuzz again with with all the stands up and people shopping. You get a few familiar nods as you walk through but no one in particular walks up to you as it appears they are focused on what they are doing. That and you all are a bit rough looking after the last couple days you had.
Lanky goes to the bar, ready to get drunk and sleep the day away. He orders the strongest drink they have, some stew and a water. Lanky slowly eats the stew, nursing the water. After he gets done eatting he drains the booze.
con save: 11
"I'll just have an ale if you would," Gabin says, smiling apologetically at Landee.
Elirion requests a room and a meal but stops herself in the middle of ordering a bottle of brandy, instead choosing to retire to her room and rest.
Remi wants an ale as well to ease his nerves and dull the pain and trauma of the last day. He will head to his room after a nice meal and a couple of rounds.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.