((Okay, I only recalled you mentioning it OOC. Sprite have a name/personality that Yabo'd have experienced? He's probably an easy mark for pranks and shenanigans.))
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
The spat seemingly resolved by one party's drunken collapse, Yabo gives the drow a nod before pushing in and looking for a likely spot to set up camp for the night.
Igreis is a slender like most elves with a bit of wiry muscle showing beneath his black carapace like leather armor. On his hip he carries a rapier and dagger that are both well kept, a small almost buckler like shield attached to his off hand. As he turns to look at the group they will see his red eyes trained on them, most pointedly the human as she is a rare sight.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Onizos bounds up to Igreis enthusiastically and introduces himself with a flourishing bow.
"Greetings, traveler. I am Onizos, known in these parts as 'Bog's Bane', perhaps you've heard of me. These are my traveling companions, a scrappy and clever (glances back at Yabo and falters for a second) err... scrappy and capable group. You won't mind if we camp here tonight? If you share our campsite then I can promise you an endless supply of high-quality entertainment. Shall it be tumbling? Juggling? Oration? Ballad?"
[Sorry about the lateness. Started a new job today. I likely won't be able to post until 4:30pm CST during the week. If that's alright with you all, I'd love to stick with this.]
To Yabo: (shakes claw) "Well met, Yabo. It's a welcome companion who is welcoming to strangers. The hemocraft is the messy magic of my kind. It enhances my weapons and weakens my foes without need of either divine favor or arcane spells.
To Onizos: (imitates the bow gracefully, but without much flair) "Well met, Onizos Bog-Bane. All the folk of my clan bear tattooes. I earned mine during the trials of the Marking, a sacred rite of passage for my people. Villainy depends on who you ask."
To Gan: "No offense taken. Humans CAN be very terrible. It is good to remember that, inquisitive one. But let's see what these two make of each other before passing judgement."
Igreis arches his brow at the flair ridden introduction, only returning the bow with a respectful nod of his head. His stance seems to be relaxed as his arms move to rest at his side. "You are free to camp here if you wish. I am merely passing through the area so I have no say. It seems others are comfortable enough here..." His eyes move towards where the drunk orc was with a look of minor annoyance.
"If you are to give a show I sadly do not have much of a preference. I have had little chance to see any shows in immediate past."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Yabo gives a low grumble as it becomes clear that Oni won't be leaving a new potential audience along anytime soon. He sheds a few items before wandering over to speak to the elf. If they're going to share a campsite, best to at least have said hello.
"Oy, 'y na'e's Ya'o. You active 'ilitary?," the big turtle-man flicks a claw towards the drow's armored uniform.
"We're outta Urzin, sorta s'ecial 'xillary unit."
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
"I am in the military but I am not on duty at this time." Igreis tells the tortle after taking a moment to sort out exactly what they said. "I did not know that the Dynasty had an outpost there. Who is the commanding officer?"
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Onizos gets a special gleam in his eye when he hears that Igneus is but an initiate in the ways of entertainment.
"Oh ho, my fine sir, tonight is your lucky night! Allow me to introduce you to a whole new world of wonders! Sit with us and I shall transport your mind to another world of wonder! .....Figuratively speaking, of course. Not literally transport, no, just figuratively."
"Took orders 'ost recently from Lord 'Ufhal Two, out of Urzin. Not sure I'd call it an out'ost, but 'ore that we hate the Dwends and ha' 'y to kill the' if they're in our swa'."
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Gan waves his hand at Igreis.
"Gan," he says before looking back at Baetrix. "That was one of those threats hidden in niceness, wasn't it? What does you educated types call it? Passive agro."
He then proceeds over to the passed out drunken orc and proceeds to go through all of his pockets and through his other belongings.
Perception if needed: 10
"If you can't handles your booze big guy, don't be passing out in front of strangers."
Igreis looks as if he going to say something about be given insights into different places as he has interacted with echoes of himself from the realms of infinite possibilities thanks to his training. His eyes wander over to the orc being pickpocketed but shrugs as he is not on duty and has little power there. "Very well but I do not have much coin to pay for such a thing."
Igreis nods at what the tortle says and sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. "Seems we are going to continue to fight with them all over our lands...."
Yabo chuckles, "Onizos likes folks telling hi' how great and a'azing and wonderful he is 'ore than coin anyway. What was it you said, Oni? So'ething a'out 'Eing a 'erchant with regards to art 'akes everyone focus on the transacting trance dance'?"
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Gan holds up the three silver pieces with a smile on his face, and drops the handkerchief back on the orc's chest.
He then returns to the group and looks up at Igreis.
"I suppose he's coming with us to the party in Jigsaw?" Gan asks, indicating Igreis. He then looks over towards the caravan. "Guess we're camping here tonight."
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((Okay, I only recalled you mentioning it OOC. Sprite have a name/personality that Yabo'd have experienced? He's probably an easy mark for pranks and shenanigans.))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
The orc clumsily swats at a mosquito that must have landed on the back of it's neck
Orc's Charisma Check: 7
Your sprite reports that the orc is feeling very artificially self important from the drink and is chaotic neutral.
Igreis, make an intimidation roll for me
Igreis gives the orc a glare, the form of a second person still seeming to flit about him. "Are you going to move or not?"
Intimidation: 11
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
The Orc jabs a finger towards you, about to say something, but tilts his head in confusion when the you he was pointing at disappears.
"Whatever... go on.. bother someone else.."
He stumbles over to a tree where you see several empty wine skins and collapses muttering,
"Damn ale... seein double... close my eyes... then I wont see nones of ya" he shouts and then promptly passes out.
Igreis now stands alone in front of the party
The spat seemingly resolved by one party's drunken collapse, Yabo gives the drow a nod before pushing in and looking for a likely spot to set up camp for the night.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Igreis is a slender like most elves with a bit of wiry muscle showing beneath his black carapace like leather armor. On his hip he carries a rapier and dagger that are both well kept, a small almost buckler like shield attached to his off hand. As he turns to look at the group they will see his red eyes trained on them, most pointedly the human as she is a rare sight.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Onizos bounds up to Igreis enthusiastically and introduces himself with a flourishing bow.
"Greetings, traveler. I am Onizos, known in these parts as 'Bog's Bane', perhaps you've heard of me. These are my traveling companions, a scrappy and clever (glances back at Yabo and falters for a second) err... scrappy and capable group. You won't mind if we camp here tonight? If you share our campsite then I can promise you an endless supply of high-quality entertainment. Shall it be tumbling? Juggling? Oration? Ballad?"
[Sorry about the lateness. Started a new job today. I likely won't be able to post until 4:30pm CST during the week. If that's alright with you all, I'd love to stick with this.]
To Yabo: (shakes claw) "Well met, Yabo. It's a welcome companion who is welcoming to strangers. The hemocraft is the messy magic of my kind. It enhances my weapons and weakens my foes without need of either divine favor or arcane spells.
To Onizos: (imitates the bow gracefully, but without much flair) "Well met, Onizos Bog-Bane. All the folk of my clan bear tattooes. I earned mine during the trials of the Marking, a sacred rite of passage for my people. Villainy depends on who you ask."
To Gan: "No offense taken. Humans CAN be very terrible. It is good to remember that, inquisitive one. But let's see what these two make of each other before passing judgement."
Igreis arches his brow at the flair ridden introduction, only returning the bow with a respectful nod of his head. His stance seems to be relaxed as his arms move to rest at his side. "You are free to camp here if you wish. I am merely passing through the area so I have no say. It seems others are comfortable enough here..." His eyes move towards where the drunk orc was with a look of minor annoyance.
"If you are to give a show I sadly do not have much of a preference. I have had little chance to see any shows in immediate past."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Yabo gives a low grumble as it becomes clear that Oni won't be leaving a new potential audience along anytime soon. He sheds a few items before wandering over to speak to the elf. If they're going to share a campsite, best to at least have said hello.
"Oy, 'y na'e's Ya'o. You active 'ilitary?," the big turtle-man flicks a claw towards the drow's armored uniform.
"We're outta Urzin, sorta s'ecial 'xillary unit."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"I am in the military but I am not on duty at this time." Igreis tells the tortle after taking a moment to sort out exactly what they said. "I did not know that the Dynasty had an outpost there. Who is the commanding officer?"
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Onizos gets a special gleam in his eye when he hears that Igneus is but an initiate in the ways of entertainment.
"Oh ho, my fine sir, tonight is your lucky night! Allow me to introduce you to a whole new world of wonders! Sit with us and I shall transport your mind to another world of wonder! .....Figuratively speaking, of course. Not literally transport, no, just figuratively."
"Took orders 'ost recently from Lord 'Ufhal Two, out of Urzin. Not sure I'd call it an out'ost, but 'ore that we hate the Dwends and ha' 'y to kill the' if they're in our swa'."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Gan waves his hand at Igreis.
"Gan," he says before looking back at Baetrix. "That was one of those threats hidden in niceness, wasn't it? What does you educated types call it? Passive agro."
He then proceeds over to the passed out drunken orc and proceeds to go through all of his pockets and through his other belongings.
Perception if needed: 10
"If you can't handles your booze big guy, don't be passing out in front of strangers."
Yabo rolls his eyes, uncertain if he feels more responsibility for Gan's safety, or curiosity at how he'd handle it if the orc woke up.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Igreis looks as if he going to say something about be given insights into different places as he has interacted with echoes of himself from the realms of infinite possibilities thanks to his training. His eyes wander over to the orc being pickpocketed but shrugs as he is not on duty and has little power there. "Very well but I do not have much coin to pay for such a thing."
Igreis nods at what the tortle says and sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. "Seems we are going to continue to fight with them all over our lands...."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Gan you have no issue exploring the orcs pockets and come away with 3sp and a disgusting handkerchief.
Yabo chuckles, "Onizos likes folks telling hi' how great and a'azing and wonderful he is 'ore than coin anyway. What was it you said, Oni? So'ething a'out 'Eing a 'erchant with regards to art 'akes everyone focus on the transacting trance dance'?"
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
“Indeed, your rapport to me is more valuable than…. Why, it’s more valuable than Lord Buhfal II’s considerable personal armory of weaponry!”
Gan holds up the three silver pieces with a smile on his face, and drops the handkerchief back on the orc's chest.
He then returns to the group and looks up at Igreis.
"I suppose he's coming with us to the party in Jigsaw?" Gan asks, indicating Igreis. He then looks over towards the caravan. "Guess we're camping here tonight."