“Don’t sweat it, kid. Stay with us long enough and you’ll find you may have a quirk of your own.” Says a man with a top hat, regal clothes, and an over the top accent. “I bet with those scales you’d make a killing in Lanxus or Barovia.” The man says to True
(No roll needed because..) No one is talking about it. Most of the conversations tend to be about the carnival, mainly boiling down to their stop before leaving for Borca - a land known as Souragne with general positivities in regards to reception but… a resounding negative being how hot and humid it was - or conversations about how good a certain performance was, with people in particular congratulating the hare on its… rapping skills? Or the woman with the daggers on her abilities in handling fire. However (and I’ll need a roll for this) there are a few hushed conversations.
Amira looks over the others for a while longer, feeling more comfortable as this was her element. She had been performing in someway for most of her life. Not wanting to interrupt or draw attention to herself she merely finds a place to settle in and watch their various acts if any are practicing.
Zerxes walk up to Isolde: "Forgive me my manners, I didn't even say thanks for saving us. If your troupe needs anything a cleric like myself capable of doing, just let me know. Also, if you don't mind, I would like to know a bit more of the city we are heading to."
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Player: Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2) DM: Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
“Borca is, really, not just one city but many. A landmass closed off by the Mists.. but when people think of Borca they think of its capital, Levkarest. Where nightlife abounds and the parliament squabbles, from what I gather. The other cities are New Ivlin, and Sturben with a few little settlements dotting the rest of the land… and don’t even get me started on the noble estates..”
“Borca is, really, not just one city but many. A landmass closed off by the Mists.. but when people think of Borca they think of its capital, Levkarest. Where nightlife abounds and the parliament squabbles, from what I gather. The other cities are New Ivlin, and Sturben with a few little settlements dotting the rest of the land… and don’t even get me started on the noble estates..”
"What about where you're coming from? Saragne was it? Something happened there to make you pack up so quickly."
Isolde sighs. “Some kids got lost in the swamp, and we got blamed for it since apparently someone that was with us led them there. Souragne is a nice place usually.. but they hate the swamps. No one goes in there. So.. we moved on, to protect the people from further catastrophe.”
"So it is the same here as any other place. When something happens it is the unfortunate traveling performers that are blamed for misfortune." Amira says as she moves to be with the rest of the group. "I have been put through that myself many a time."
"So it is the same here as any other place. When something happens it is the unfortunate traveling performers that are blamed for misfortune." Amira says as she moves to be with the rest of the group. "I have been put through that myself many a time."
True responds in hushed tones
"No offense, but if they were to come to my monastery back home and something went missing I would blame them as well, but there would be a fair investigation."
He says the last bit trying to not sound like a xenophobic jerk
“Well, I’d say you found us at the right time.” The woman smiles, looking to her troupers, then to the group of adventurers. “We’ll get you a warm bed and some warmer ale when we set up shop, unless you’d rather stay at the inn.”
“They are very good people. Been with me for years, and new arrivals are joining all the time. Go get acquainted if you’re going to be traveling with us. We should cross through the Mistway into Borca in a few hours, give or take.”
"That sounds good, I'll be fine with meeting new folk... but first... I'd have to process.... everything that just happened..."
As Amira looks to the troupers, she sees several odd characters. A man with nails all over his body, a nude woman with only snakes covering her more private areas, a doctor holding jars of… strange, unidentifiable creatures, and a woman with pale skin, speaking with a thick accent, and perhaps the oddest of all.. a hare… talking.
“We’re performers.” The hare says, bouncing a bit.
“Yeah, it’s what we do for a living.” Says another man with green skin… that suddenly turns to blue… then red.
Gustav is a polite man and tries to avoid looking at the snake lady. He also takes a moment to get used to the rest of them. It doesn't take long, since he has seen stuff himself even before he entered the mists, and the fact that they said that it's ok to look (Still eyes avoiding the snake girl).
“Don’t sweat it, kid. Stay with us long enough and you’ll find you may have a quirk of your own.” Says a man with a top hat, regal clothes, and an over the top accent. “I bet with those scales you’d make a killing in Lanxus or Barovia.” The man says to True
"I... think.... that I have a 'quirk' of my own..." (Anyone in the party who thinks on that remembers the weird form he took in the earlier encounter [form of dread])
(No roll needed because..) No one is talking about it. Most of the conversations tend to be about the carnival, mainly boiling down to their stop before leaving for Borca - a land known as Souragne with general positivities in regards to reception but… a resounding negative being how hot and humid it was - or conversations about how good a certain performance was, with people in particular congratulating the hare on its… rapping skills? Or the woman with the daggers on her abilities in handling fire. However (and I’ll need a roll for this) there are a few hushed conversations.
Zerxes walk up to Isolde: "Forgive me my manners, I didn't even say thanks for saving us. If your troupe needs anything a cleric like myself capable of doing, just let me know. Also, if you don't mind, I would like to know a bit more of the city we are heading to."
"Of course, where are my manors? I also would like to say thanks for saving us from that attack!"
“Borca is, really, not just one city but many. A landmass closed off by the Mists.. but when people think of Borca they think of its capital, Levkarest. Where nightlife abounds and the parliament squabbles, from what I gather. The other cities are New Ivlin, and Sturben with a few little settlements dotting the rest of the land… and don’t even get me started on the noble estates..”
"We only came here earlier today, so I wander.... how do the mists work? Things are happening so suddenly and it's hard to comprehend."
Isolde sighs. “Some kids got lost in the swamp, and we got blamed for it since apparently someone that was with us led them there. Souragne is a nice place usually.. but they hate the swamps. No one goes in there. So.. we moved on, to protect the people from further catastrophe.”
"That... sounds horrible! Well, I hope that things are better in this new land!"
“You are welcome, and thank you, I hope things are better as well.” Isolde smiles at Gustav, then… she frowns. “Honestly… I’m not sure how the Mists work exactly… no one really is - but I do know that even though my Carnival can go to lands beyond it, we always get drawn back in. There doesn’t seem to be a true escape from it.”
“You are welcome, and thank you, I hope things are better as well.” Isolde smiles at Gustav, then… she frowns. “Honestly… I’m not sure how the Mists work exactly… no one really is - but I do know that even though my Carnival can go to lands beyond it, we always get drawn back in. There doesn’t seem to be a true escape from it.”
... "I... figured as much... I've seen the mists take someone I knew when I was little, but I'd rather not share beyond that."
“Sounds like some of you need some ale before we get to Borca.“ Calls the man with the top hat. “Isolde, let Ol’ Tindal treat these folks to some of the finest ale this side of the Mists should they accept.”
Isolde sighs, smiles, and obliges.
“Alright! Who wants some ale?” Asks the man, now identified as Tindal, before opening a cask in the back of the carriage.
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“Don’t sweat it, kid. Stay with us long enough and you’ll find you may have a quirk of your own.” Says a man with a top hat, regal clothes, and an over the top accent. “I bet with those scales you’d make a killing in Lanxus or Barovia.” The man says to True
True retreats away from the conversation and tries to recenter and see if he can hear anything about what they came here for
(No roll needed because..) No one is talking about it. Most of the conversations tend to be about the carnival, mainly boiling down to their stop before leaving for Borca - a land known as Souragne with general positivities in regards to reception but… a resounding negative being how hot and humid it was - or conversations about how good a certain performance was, with people in particular congratulating the hare on its… rapping skills? Or the woman with the daggers on her abilities in handling fire. However (and I’ll need a roll for this) there are a few hushed conversations.
(not great, 10)
You don’t hear anything… but I’ll let you attempt again if you want.
Amira looks over the others for a while longer, feeling more comfortable as this was her element. She had been performing in someway for most of her life. Not wanting to interrupt or draw attention to herself she merely finds a place to settle in and watch their various acts if any are practicing.
People just seem to be sitting and talking - not wanting to drop their things in the Mist.
(17 for the second)
Zerxes walk up to Isolde: "Forgive me my manners, I didn't even say thanks for saving us. If your troupe needs anything a cleric like myself capable of doing, just let me know. Also, if you don't mind, I would like to know a bit more of the city we are heading to."
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
“Borca is, really, not just one city but many. A landmass closed off by the Mists.. but when people think of Borca they think of its capital, Levkarest. Where nightlife abounds and the parliament squabbles, from what I gather. The other cities are New Ivlin, and Sturben with a few little settlements dotting the rest of the land… and don’t even get me started on the noble estates..”
"What about where you're coming from? Saragne was it? Something happened there to make you pack up so quickly."
Isolde sighs. “Some kids got lost in the swamp, and we got blamed for it since apparently someone that was with us led them there. Souragne is a nice place usually.. but they hate the swamps. No one goes in there. So.. we moved on, to protect the people from further catastrophe.”
"So it is the same here as any other place. When something happens it is the unfortunate traveling performers that are blamed for misfortune." Amira says as she moves to be with the rest of the group. "I have been put through that myself many a time."
True responds in hushed tones
"No offense, but if they were to come to my monastery back home and something went missing I would blame them as well, but there would be a fair investigation."
He says the last bit trying to not sound like a xenophobic jerk
"How generous, thank you!"
"That sounds good, I'll be fine with meeting new folk... but first... I'd have to process.... everything that just happened..."
Gustav is a polite man and tries to avoid looking at the snake lady. He also takes a moment to get used to the rest of them. It doesn't take long, since he has seen stuff himself even before he entered the mists, and the fact that they said that it's ok to look (Still eyes avoiding the snake girl).
"I... think.... that I have a 'quirk' of my own..." (Anyone in the party who thinks on that remembers the weird form he took in the earlier encounter [form of dread])
What skill do we roll?
"Of course, where are my manors? I also would like to say thanks for saving us from that attack!"
"We only came here earlier today, so I wander.... how do the mists work? Things are happening so suddenly and it's hard to comprehend."
"That... sounds horrible! Well, I hope that things are better in this new land!"
“You are welcome, and thank you, I hope things are better as well.” Isolde smiles at Gustav, then… she frowns. “Honestly… I’m not sure how the Mists work exactly… no one really is - but I do know that even though my Carnival can go to lands beyond it, we always get drawn back in. There doesn’t seem to be a true escape from it.”
... "I... figured as much... I've seen the mists take someone I knew when I was little, but I'd rather not share beyond that."
“Well… I’m sorry to hear that.”
"Well.. i-it's fine... it was years ago.... I just can't believe that it has happened to me now..."
“Sounds like some of you need some ale before we get to Borca.“ Calls the man with the top hat. “Isolde, let Ol’ Tindal treat these folks to some of the finest ale this side of the Mists should they accept.”
Isolde sighs, smiles, and obliges.
“Alright! Who wants some ale?” Asks the man, now identified as Tindal, before opening a cask in the back of the carriage.