Xellos notices the painfully obvious uncomfortable reaction towards his appearance and says, "You can be honest with me. I know many are distrusting of my kind. Is this better?" He casts Minor Illusion on own face to give the appearance of a human male with fair skin, brown hair, green eyes, and no horns.
Xellos winks and says with a smile, as well as a higher voice pitch and typical human accent, "Just a bit of fun. You can talk to me plainly. I'm no noble, just a working fellow the same as yourself, in a way." He makes the illusion fade away as his normal Tiefling countenance returns.
"The Singing Fire and Sailor's Hammock you say? I will see what they offer. What's your name? I go by Xellos. Also, I noticed the posting for a tournament—does one simply sign up at Tournament Square or do I need to speak to someone special?"
Not far from the entrance to the place sit three male halflings at a table that's not quite so crowded as most of the others. On the table before them is a large chunk of bread, some cheese, butter, and jam, and three pint mugs. Their clothing is rustic; so you surmise they may not be city folk. One of the halflings, as you approach the open space next to him, instinctively slides a bit to his left in a silent gesture to make room for you. You sit. They smile and nod.
One of the halflings across the table from you turns his head sideways a bit; you can see that he's trying to gain the best view possible of the instruments on your back as you settle in.
"Good afternoon to you!" says the halfling to your left. He adds, "And would it be safe to say, 'Welcome to Talisten'?"
Simultaneously being mindful of Garius, you can tell that the process of procuring a room seems to be moving along well.
"It would indeed! It is a great pleasure to finally be in this fine city, and what a time to be here!"
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Going over the bridge, he looks for the inns mentioned to him and heads toward the Donnybrook.
The flow of pedestrian traffic is heavy in both directions, north and south; so after eight or nine minutes of weaving this way and that and avoiding a few carts and wagons, you reach The Donnybrook. The place is clean and neat on the outside, showing signs the owner places an emphasis on good first impressions. This gives you hope that you'll find good things on the inside.
After entering the Donnybrook and looking around the place for a bit, you surmise the best place to begin filling your stomach and quenching your thirst will be at a table near the entrance. A group of halflings are chatting away with a human woman, and there's some open space next to them.
Xellos notices the painfully obvious uncomfortable reaction towards his appearance and says, "You can be honest with me. I know many are distrusting of my kind. Is this better?" He casts Minor Illusion on own face to give the appearance of a human male with fair skin, brown hair, green eyes, and no horns.
Xellos winks and says with a smile, as well as a higher voice pitch and typical human accent, "Just a bit of fun. You can talk to me plainly. I'm no noble, just a working fellow the same as yourself, in a way." He makes the illusion fade away as his normal Tiefling countenance returns.
"The Singing Fire and Sailor's Hammock you say? I will see what they offer. What's your name? I go by Xellos. Also, I noticed the posting for a tournament—does one simply sign up at Tournament Square or do I need to speak to someone special?"
He's an opportunistic vendor; you can see that plainly. On the low stone wall next to him are a variety of food items (breads, cheeses, fruits, nuts) that he likely purchased elsewhere. He's hoping to resell them at a profit to hungry ship passengers who have just disembarked. He's a thin human in his late twenties it would seem. His clothes are clean but worn, and his face is recently clean-shaven. Wavy, medium-length brown hair is stuffed under his hat, and his eyes are nearly the same hue as his hair.
"My name's Sib, and, yes, that's better," he spits out. But then he reverses himself. "I mean to say, yes, that looks fine, but I don't in any way mean to say that you're better off not being a tiefling." His discomfort is apparent.
He continues, "No noble, you say? I see. Well, the Singing Fire and Sailor's Hammock will likely set you back four pieces of gold per day. Between you and me, sir, I can tell you them places raise their prices during festival time. Rooms are in high demand, of course. How's that for speaking plainly? Here's an idea for you. Take a look at The Singing Fire--it's there in north Talisten--and if it doesn't fit your liking or your coin purse then walk a bit to the east and check out Sham's Peg or The Donnybrook. I can't see a soul complaining about either of them places."
He removes his hat and runs his fingers through his hair. He goes on to say, "And for that tournament, from my understanding, you can jump into the fun anytime after it starts at midday tomorrow. Contestants come and go all afternoon until the sun goes down."
Alora noted the bird and in that moment pauses with the children to read one of the fliers she's seen posted up a couple places for the event. After reading it she looks to Tarnie to ask, "what sort of people run the contest," her tone curious. "Have you ever known a victor," she adds.
Alora listens buy also looks around hoping to find the Donnybrook is not far from where she stands.
Kurt walks into Donnybrook and heads toward the innkeeper.
"Pom?'
"a city guard named Finnegas recomended your fine establiment, was wondering if you had board and a room. I'm do not mind sharing in the slightest.
if i get a room, find a seat and order the rabbit stew. water only no ale.
Pom--a bright-eyed, alert rock gnome in a cream-colored shirt and navy blue vest--flashes a smile that seems to bring some added light to the room and says, "Well, of course Finnegas would do such a thing! Ha ha! The clumsy oaf knocked an entire platter of food and ale outta my hands a few weeks ago. Half my customers needed a hot bath and a change of clothes after that little catastrophe. Ha Ha! And it took me half a week to clean the floor!"
He says all this while filling glass after glass with ale from a nearby barrel. Regarding the availability of a room, Pom says, "If you're comfortable with sharing, then you're in luck, dear traveler...that is, of course, if you've no aversion to climbing some stairs. On the third floor, I've a fine room with four beds, none taken yet. For five silver pieces, you can stake your claim on one of the beds."
He rapidly ladles some water from a different barrel into a mug and hands it to you. "Have a seat, lad, and I'll have that stew brought to you straight away."
Most of the tables are fully occupied, but a few open seats can be seen here and there. Three elves in the back corner occupy a small table, and there's an open chair there. Near the front of the inn, you could join a few halflings who have begun to make their acquaintance with the dark-skinned female bard.
*Let’s move I want to sing up for that tournament and find a place to sleep*
You continue northward and within two or three minutes you're standing on a cozy, narrow street. To your left is Sham's Peg; to your right is The Donnybrook.
Ozum smells the food in the air, and on cue his stomach growls a bit. A place like this is a bit nicer than he has come to expect. His attention shifts to the gnome filling glasses and he strolls over to him. He smiles and begins speaking in gnomish.
"Hello, good day. It's nice to see someone my height in the city. Would you have any rooms available for me?"His stomach growls again. "I may also need some food and drink. If that's not too much trouble."
I will pay for the room, food, and ale and make my way toward the three halflings and two humans.
The halflings are curious about the bird as well, and for a moment their eyes follow the arc it makes overhead. Your question about the tournament quickly diverts their attention, however.
"Who runs the contest, Mazy?" repeats Tarnie, looking at his older sister.
"I believe various members of the Talisten guard do so," she replies. "And we've not yet known any tournament champions, but this year that might change. Our Uncle Garrett--Garrett Goodbarrel has made the journey from Greyloft, and he'll be doing his best to win a contest or two."
Meanwhile, you notice the bird of prey alights on the shoulder of an extremely tall, white-haired elf who begins to head northward just ahead of you. As you look beyond the elf, you can just make out the street sign for The Donnybrook.
"Hello, Kurt. I am Arissa Antal, collector and recounter of legends. I will certainly enjoy your company, and eating rabbit stew seems to me as great a purpose in this moment as slaying a dragon, so please, join us!"
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"It would indeed! It is a great pleasure to finally be in this fine city, and what a time to be here!"
"Agreed!" replies the sandy-haired halfling across the table from you. "I'm Mithro, and this fine fellow next to me is my cousin Huck."
The halfling to your left then chimes in. "Good day to you, young lady, my name's Garrett, and how honored we are to share our table with you."
"Anyone with a musical inclination is a friend of mine," says Huck. He then begins excitedly to tell you of his years of devotion to the flute, and instrument that he was forced to learn as a child but has now come to love.
As he's wrapping up his little tale, the man with the rapier and scimitar approaches the table and says, "Hello I'm Kurt, I never got the chance to introduce myself on the boat." He gestures to the empty chair and asks, "Mind if I join you, We can eat this inn's famous rabbit stew together?"
Kurt is, of course, one member of our little adventure. You can reply to his post (#53) as you see fit.
"Things are growing brighter by the moment!" he responds in Gnomish. "You have found just the right place. Yes, you have!"
He whispers as he says, "Your first drink is on the house, by the way." He then speaks up a bit, "For your room, well, that's a bit tricky because things are getting tight around here, if you know what I mean. It's festival time and people are flooding the place. I vow to do all I can for you, friend, but I'm wondering if I might suggest that you talk to that big fellow over there..." He points toward a table with three halflings, and a human man and half-elf woman. "That man there is planning on taking a bed on the third floor where I have a room with four beds. Maybe you should make his acquaintance before you commit to sharing such close quarters with him. He seems a nice enough fellow, but, speaking one gnome to another, humans can be an unpredictable bunch."
Of course, the human man is Kurt and the half-elf is Arissa, both of whom are part of our adventure.
Alora nods and smiles at Mazy and Tarnie, "no companions at all," she asks in disbelief, "or you have never met one whose accomplished the feats," she asks with a concerned expression. "Your uncle sounds very brave," she adds then looks ahead marking the Donnybrook in her mind but lingers to talk to the halflings.
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"Your uncle sounds very brave," she adds then looks ahead marking the Donnybrook in her mind but lingers to talk to the halflings.
"I suppose so," replies Mazy. "Mom tells us Garrett was always falling out of a tree, or running off and getting himself lost, or just generally causing a ruckus when he was a boy. She says that maybe Garrett can finally make use of his adventuring spirit by competing in the tournament and going home with some gold in his pockets."
Tarnie and his other sister simultaneously smile and squeal, "Lots 'n' lots o' gold, we hope!"
Mazy laughs and says, "Well, we've been away from mother long enough. Let's hurry back."
As they walk away together, Tarnie looks back and yells, "Good to meet you, dragon pox slayer!"
"Nice to meet you all as well thanks for the directions," Alora call out turning from them and going to the Donnybrook then pushing open the front door glancing about the inn for someone to inquire about a room.
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Xellos says to Sib after pondering what he said for a moment, "I see. Makes sense for them to charge more, but I'd rather avoid a packed Inn and other pretentious types. I thank you for the information. The Sham's Peg sounds fun, where might that be exactly? Oh, and what will this buy me? (Xellos places 2g on the table and takes what Sib offers) Good luck to you. See you around."
He follows the directions that Sib gave him and walks east to the Sham's Peg. Eyeing the architecture, townsfolk activity, and walking with his cloak over his head to avoid confrontation while avoiding running into large bulks of crowds gathered in the street.
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After Apocalypse - Liavyre WithrethinElf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse -Leofir SylvaranthElf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call -Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides -DM
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OOC:
What does this merchant look like?
Xellos notices the painfully obvious uncomfortable reaction towards his appearance and says, "You can be honest with me. I know many are distrusting of my kind. Is this better?" He casts Minor Illusion on own face to give the appearance of a human male with fair skin, brown hair, green eyes, and no horns.
Xellos winks and says with a smile, as well as a higher voice pitch and typical human accent, "Just a bit of fun. You can talk to me plainly. I'm no noble, just a working fellow the same as yourself, in a way." He makes the illusion fade away as his normal Tiefling countenance returns.
"The Singing Fire and Sailor's Hammock you say? I will see what they offer. What's your name? I go by Xellos. Also, I noticed the posting for a tournament—does one simply sign up at Tournament Square or do I need to speak to someone special?"
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Not far from the entrance to the place sit three male halflings at a table that's not quite so crowded as most of the others. On the table before them is a large chunk of bread, some cheese, butter, and jam, and three pint mugs. Their clothing is rustic; so you surmise they may not be city folk. One of the halflings, as you approach the open space next to him, instinctively slides a bit to his left in a silent gesture to make room for you. You sit. They smile and nod.
One of the halflings across the table from you turns his head sideways a bit; you can see that he's trying to gain the best view possible of the instruments on your back as you settle in.
"Good afternoon to you!" says the halfling to your left. He adds, "And would it be safe to say, 'Welcome to Talisten'?"
Simultaneously being mindful of Garius, you can tell that the process of procuring a room seems to be moving along well.
"It would indeed! It is a great pleasure to finally be in this fine city, and what a time to be here!"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Kurt walks into Donnybrook and heads toward the innkeeper.
"Pom?'
"a city guard named Finnegas recomended your fine establiment, was wondering if you had board and a room. I'm do not mind sharing in the slightest.
if i get a room, find a seat and order the rabbit stew. water only no ale.
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
Alora noted the bird and in that moment pauses with the children to read one of the fliers she's seen posted up a couple places for the event. After reading it she looks to Tarnie to ask, "what sort of people run the contest," her tone curious. "Have you ever known a victor," she adds.
Alora listens buy also looks around hoping to find the Donnybrook is not far from where she stands.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Kurt heads towards the halflings and the dark skinned woman.
" Hello I'm Kurt, I never got the chance to introduce myself on the boat".
Kurt gestures to the empty chair.
"Mind if I join you, We can eat this inn's famous rabbit stew together?"
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
Ozum smells the food in the air, and on cue his stomach growls a bit. A place like this is a bit nicer than he has come to expect. His attention shifts to the gnome filling glasses and he strolls over to him. He smiles and begins speaking in gnomish.
"Hello, good day. It's nice to see someone my height in the city. Would you have any rooms available for me?" His stomach growls again. "I may also need some food and drink. If that's not too much trouble."
I will pay for the room, food, and ale and make my way toward the three halflings and two humans.
The halflings are curious about the bird as well, and for a moment their eyes follow the arc it makes overhead. Your question about the tournament quickly diverts their attention, however.
"Who runs the contest, Mazy?" repeats Tarnie, looking at his older sister.
"I believe various members of the Talisten guard do so," she replies. "And we've not yet known any tournament champions, but this year that might change. Our Uncle Garrett--Garrett Goodbarrel has made the journey from Greyloft, and he'll be doing his best to win a contest or two."
Meanwhile, you notice the bird of prey alights on the shoulder of an extremely tall, white-haired elf who begins to head northward just ahead of you. As you look beyond the elf, you can just make out the street sign for The Donnybrook.
"Hello, Kurt. I am Arissa Antal, collector and recounter of legends. I will certainly enjoy your company, and eating rabbit stew seems to me as great a purpose in this moment as slaying a dragon, so please, join us!"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Kurt is, of course, one member of our little adventure. You can reply to his post (#53) as you see fit.
To Steedling:
"Things are growing brighter by the moment!" he responds in Gnomish. "You have found just the right place. Yes, you have!"
He whispers as he says, "Your first drink is on the house, by the way." He then speaks up a bit, "For your room, well, that's a bit tricky because things are getting tight around here, if you know what I mean. It's festival time and people are flooding the place. I vow to do all I can for you, friend, but I'm wondering if I might suggest that you talk to that big fellow over there..." He points toward a table with three halflings, and a human man and half-elf woman. "That man there is planning on taking a bed on the third floor where I have a room with four beds. Maybe you should make his acquaintance before you commit to sharing such close quarters with him. He seems a nice enough fellow, but, speaking one gnome to another, humans can be an unpredictable bunch."
Of course, the human man is Kurt and the half-elf is Arissa, both of whom are part of our adventure.
Alora nods and smiles at Mazy and Tarnie, "no companions at all," she asks in disbelief, "or you have never met one whose accomplished the feats," she asks with a concerned expression. "Your uncle sounds very brave," she adds then looks ahead marking the Donnybrook in her mind but lingers to talk to the halflings.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Nice to meet you all as well thanks for the directions," Alora call out turning from them and going to the Donnybrook then pushing open the front door glancing about the inn for someone to inquire about a room.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Frandal make his way to the two inns and look first to the left then to the right.
*What do you think? That merchant spoke good of both of them.*
* I say we go to the Signing Fire but you are not going to listen to me.. *
* Just check this one first ok?*
He then goes to the Sham's Peg
*At least we can try their whiskey*
*Like that time in Kreovak and your drinking contest?*
The elf stops just with his hand in the handle of the door.
*Ok. No whiskey* he says and enters the inn with the eagle at his shoulder.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Xellos says to Sib after pondering what he said for a moment, "I see. Makes sense for them to charge more, but I'd rather avoid a packed Inn and other pretentious types. I thank you for the information. The Sham's Peg sounds fun, where might that be exactly? Oh, and what will this buy me? (Xellos places 2g on the table and takes what Sib offers) Good luck to you. See you around."
He follows the directions that Sib gave him and walks east to the Sham's Peg. Eyeing the architecture, townsfolk activity, and walking with his cloak over his head to avoid confrontation while avoiding running into large bulks of crowds gathered in the street.
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM