So... any clue on what's going on with the cart situation? If we do, then I think we'd be ready to go, if not, then I think that Leo'd want to buy the cart (Unless the Scribe already got it)
Brix is ready once the cart is procured. (Lets just rent it for two days. Once we settle on a price we can all contribute a little to the cost. But mostly I think its safe to say we're all ready to move on.)
Brix is ready once the cart is procured. (Lets just rent it for two days. Once we settle on a price we can all contribute a little to the cost. But mostly I think its safe to say we're all ready to move on.)
Brix is ready once the cart is procured. (Lets just rent it for two days. Once we settle on a price we can all contribute a little to the cost. But mostly I think its safe to say we're all ready to move on.)
Oh... With the gold he got from his sold weapons, he was planning on straight up buying the cart.
Casrian adjusts his new travelers clothes, admiring their simple utility. He carefully folds his set of fine clothes and buries them in his backpack. He looks a moment at his signet ring and - apparently reluctant to part with it - spins it around on his finger so that it appears to only be a small silver band. Satisfied, he joins the others as they make their way to the stables.
Casrian adjusts his new travelers clothes, admiring their simple utility. He carefully folds his set of fine clothes and buries them in his backpack. He looks a moment at his signet ring and - apparently reluctant to part with it - spins it around on his finger so that it appears to only be a small silver band. Satisfied, he joins the others as they make their way to the stables.
Norr notices this, curiously. He spins his ring so only the band shows. He closes his hand, opens it, closes it. It digs into his palm too much. Norr spins it right way up again.
Brix is ready once the cart is procured. (Lets just rent it for two days. Once we settle on a price we can all contribute a little to the cost. But mostly I think its safe to say we're all ready to move on.)
Oh... With the gold he got from his sold weapons, he was planning on straight up buying the cart.
Dolmek snatches Norr’s sp and offers 4gp towards buying a cart.
When the cart arrives, Norr will hop onto the back and sit to the side as Brix takes the reign. He has been chopping at his lacquered shortbow and now its upper and lower limb are gone from its grip which stands alone. He sharpens the new edges to rounded points, and then draws out his flute.
With the chopped off bow limbs he finds somewhere to wedge one and then pulls the other so the string is taut, and so that when he plucks the string it twangs a note. He plays the same note on his flute. He taps his ring against the cart edge so that its sonorous toll can be heard again. Once all three are in agreement he finds his pitch with his voice. He nods, happy. From now on his Eldritch Storm Blast's verbal component will be this sung note, and with his bow limbs out the way he feels his aim and speed in battle should be much faster.
The battle had undoubtedly caught him short, but, on reflection (and looking as immaculate as Norr does, he never fears to reflect upon himself), the speed of his casting and aiming undoubtedly contributed to his lethargy in the fracas. Perhaps he shall do better next time now.
That done, he takes his flute and beginning with that note begins to compose a song for the day. With Prestidigitation a chorus of ghostly voices and strings joins in, quietly, as if from coming from the next room twice over, many yards away.
(1+4 —> Performance)
It would be kindest to say that it is … avant garde. Or, perhaps, a genre you’re not familiar with.
Casrian clears his throat and waves for Norr to notice.
"A remarkable tune, friend. May I make a request? Do you know 'The Lilies of Glenbairn'? A simple song, but dear to my heart."
((Can Casrian give Norr the HELP action so he can do that performance check with advantage?))
(History --> 2 [womp womp])
Norr scrunches up his eyebrows at Casrian's request. The only one to compliment him, he's well disposed to do him this favor. "Yes... yes," says Norr, after a few moments thought. "I believe I do. Is it the one that starts off as so?"
He taps his truncated short bow against the edge of the cart loudly, aggressively, six times. "One, two... a, one, two, three, four." Then he just screams, for two bars, before launching into frenetic and high tempo flute punk.
(Performance ---> 15)
OOC: Are you willing to aid this, Petessius, do you dare? I'm afraid this may be more damaging to Casrian's noble self-image than even the obviously painful hiding of his ring.
Actually, a dagger is worth 2 silver pieces, so he gives Norr the 1 silver from that.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
ah, ok
Norr pockets the silver piece with a grin. “Fair’s fair, while I am fairer still.”
So... any clue on what's going on with the cart situation? If we do, then I think we'd be ready to go, if not, then I think that Leo'd want to buy the cart (Unless the Scribe already got it)
Brix is ready once the cart is procured. (Lets just rent it for two days. Once we settle on a price we can all contribute a little to the cost. But mostly I think its safe to say we're all ready to move on.)
**This Space for Rent**
Norr is ready and willing with his silver piece.
Oh... With the gold he got from his sold weapons, he was planning on straight up buying the cart.
Casrian adjusts his new travelers clothes, admiring their simple utility. He carefully folds his set of fine clothes and buries them in his backpack. He looks a moment at his signet ring and - apparently reluctant to part with it - spins it around on his finger so that it appears to only be a small silver band. Satisfied, he joins the others as they make their way to the stables.
Norr notices this, curiously. He spins his ring so only the band shows. He closes his hand, opens it, closes it. It digs into his palm too much. Norr spins it right way up again.
Dolmek snatches Norr’s sp and offers 4gp towards buying a cart.
Casrian offers to pay the remaining 11gp on the condition Rowdy be extra careful with their investment.
"Aye, I want to pay, let me put 6 in, while ye put in 5." he says putting away 5gp out of the 11 that were just in his hands.
Casrian nods in appreciation and pockets his coin.
When the cart arrives, Norr will hop onto the back and sit to the side as Brix takes the reign. He has been chopping at his lacquered shortbow and now its upper and lower limb are gone from its grip which stands alone. He sharpens the new edges to rounded points, and then draws out his flute.
With the chopped off bow limbs he finds somewhere to wedge one and then pulls the other so the string is taut, and so that when he plucks the string it twangs a note. He plays the same note on his flute. He taps his ring against the cart edge so that its sonorous toll can be heard again. Once all three are in agreement he finds his pitch with his voice. He nods, happy. From now on his Eldritch Storm Blast's verbal component will be this sung note, and with his bow limbs out the way he feels his aim and speed in battle should be much faster.
The battle had undoubtedly caught him short, but, on reflection (and looking as immaculate as Norr does, he never fears to reflect upon himself), the speed of his casting and aiming undoubtedly contributed to his lethargy in the fracas. Perhaps he shall do better next time now.
That done, he takes his flute and beginning with that note begins to compose a song for the day. With Prestidigitation a chorus of ghostly voices and strings joins in, quietly, as if from coming from the next room twice over, many yards away.
(1+4 —> Performance)
It would be kindest to say that it is … avant garde. Or, perhaps, a genre you’re not familiar with.
Casrian clears his throat and waves for Norr to notice.
"A remarkable tune, friend. May I make a request? Do you know 'The Lilies of Glenbairn'? A simple song, but dear to my heart."
((Can Casrian give Norr the HELP action so he can do that performance check with advantage?))
Are we on the road at this point?
(History --> 2 [womp womp])
Norr scrunches up his eyebrows at Casrian's request. The only one to compliment him, he's well disposed to do him this favor. "Yes... yes," says Norr, after a few moments thought. "I believe I do. Is it the one that starts off as so?"
He taps his truncated short bow against the edge of the cart loudly, aggressively, six times. "One, two... a, one, two, three, four." Then he just screams, for two bars, before launching into frenetic and high tempo flute punk.
(Performance ---> 15)
OOC: Are you willing to aid this, Petessius, do you dare? I'm afraid this may be more damaging to Casrian's noble self-image than even the obviously painful hiding of his ring.
Dolmek
The Lilies of Glenbairn a provocative tune fit for a round of Firewater. Rowdy hee-ya!
"Aye, I don't think I've heard of that tune before."
At some point Dolmek can’t resist joining in performance 6