Marley continues to find the new circumstances disturbing. He spends most of breakfast scowling and frowning into his coffee, muttering to himself as he ponders what to do.
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(Sure why not give a little performance. Maybe the music will spark some thoughts.)
After breakfast Maz decides to pull his pan flute from his hip. A stationary performance would be no good, so before he begins playing he pulls out his rapier. He stabs one end of into the ground like an anchor. Then as strong as he can, he pulls himself forward, hoping the weightlessness and his momentum will carry him across the room. As he hits walls or other objects he tries to kick off in other directions to keep himself moving. All the while doing his best to play some low and calm meditative music.
(Sure why not give a little performance. Maybe the music will spark some thoughts.)
After breakfast Maz decides to pull his pan flute from his hip. A stationary performance would be no good, so before he begins playing he pulls out his rapier. He stabs one end of into the ground like an anchor. Then as strong as he can, he pulls himself forward, hoping the weightlessness and his momentum will carry him across the room. As he hits walls or other objects he tries to kick off in other directions to keep himself moving. All the while doing his best to play some low and calm meditative music.
performance: 18
There is only 4 farmers there that night bit your performance moves them to tears. You don't make any money but the performance makes you realize you can glide if you push off objects then stop yourself by grabbing on something at the destination or use a staff to poll along like a boat in a shallow bay.
Marley finds his sour mood lifts as he is gradually cheered by Maz's performance. A scowl turns to a frown, then into a half smile and soon he is chuckling as he watches the bard bounce around the room. He notes the farmers' delight and takes heart in their enjoyment of the show. There is something heartwarming in helping these simple folk, he thinks to himself...more so than the tomb raiders he served as a guide for in his younger days, though he ironically reflects how that is essentially what he has set out to become himself.
As he sits lost in thought and reverie an idea dawns in his mind -- given the nature of the magical effects of the holding bag he believes the items it contains must exist in a separate realm, one of the worlds his people call the "dusk lands". Would the pixie magic have effect there? He looks to Sam enthusiastically. "I have an idea!" Asking Sam to fetch the bag from his pack he tries to retrieve the spare rapier he stored in there.
As you grab the raiper it's in your hand for a moment before you pull it out of the bag. As you pull it out once the entire blade has passed the opening it disappears and reappears infrot of you
Marley's shoulders slump as his excitement turns to disappointment. He gives the rapier a crestfallen stare. "I wonder if I'll be able to put my new armour on..." he then says softly as he sits back down and takes a drink of coffee.
Maz, who’s been gliding around enjoying himself, gets an idea.
“Hey guys! I was thinking…. And it’s not a great idea… but, a lot of conditions wear off if you’re knocked unconscious. So uh… if anyone is willing to knock me out really quick we can see if this stuff wears off.” He says with a forced smirk. He then turns to the tavern keep in hopes of getting a bit of ale to help boost his courage.
The barkeep gives you a look then reaches under the table foe a bottle of clear liquid. Pours you a shot then slides it over.
With a 19 maz you remember it typically takes a spell of greater restoration to remove a curse but in rare cases if your soul enters the borderlands upon returning there is a chance your soul will be cleansed.
DM: So how this will work. If you elect to be downed you can roll your death saves if you stabilize without assistance you can roll a medicine check to see if you can remove the curse. Everyone can try this once.
Maz takes the shot and then it appears he has a light bulb moment!
“wait wait wait! I think i remember a story about this pixie curse. Being knocked out does work in some instances. But the better way is to find someone with power of great restoration.” He looks at the bar keep, flicks over 2 silver for the shot, and asks “anyone around here a capable healer?”
Maz looks at the group. “Sounds like we should get going.” Holds up the rope tied around his waist, “anyone mind pulling me along? Let’s get the smithing items and get to the temple as soon as we can.”
Crunchface attempts to get out of his chair and fails the first couple tries before remembering he has to pull himself along.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Marley continues to find the new circumstances disturbing. He spends most of breakfast scowling and frowning into his coffee, muttering to himself as he ponders what to do.
(Sure why not give a little performance. Maybe the music will spark some thoughts.)
After breakfast Maz decides to pull his pan flute from his hip. A stationary performance would be no good, so before he begins playing he pulls out his rapier. He stabs one end of into the ground like an anchor. Then as strong as he can, he pulls himself forward, hoping the weightlessness and his momentum will carry him across the room. As he hits walls or other objects he tries to kick off in other directions to keep himself moving. All the while doing his best to play some low and calm meditative music.
performance: 22
Seeing that he doesn’t have his regular weapons, Crunch offers the loan of his mace to Sam until the curse gets removed.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
There is only 4 farmers there that night bit your performance moves them to tears. You don't make any money but the performance makes you realize you can glide if you push off objects then stop yourself by grabbing on something at the destination or use a staff to poll along like a boat in a shallow bay.
“Aye, this takes a little bit of effort but it’s kind of fun! Crunch, see if you can use your staff like an Oar if a boat!”
Marley finds his sour mood lifts as he is gradually cheered by Maz's performance. A scowl turns to a frown, then into a half smile and soon he is chuckling as he watches the bard bounce around the room. He notes the farmers' delight and takes heart in their enjoyment of the show. There is something heartwarming in helping these simple folk, he thinks to himself...more so than the tomb raiders he served as a guide for in his younger days, though he ironically reflects how that is essentially what he has set out to become himself.
As he sits lost in thought and reverie an idea dawns in his mind -- given the nature of the magical effects of the holding bag he believes the items it contains must exist in a separate realm, one of the worlds his people call the "dusk lands". Would the pixie magic have effect there? He looks to Sam enthusiastically. "I have an idea!" Asking Sam to fetch the bag from his pack he tries to retrieve the spare rapier he stored in there.
DM: does Marley feel like he owns the rapier?
That item I'd say he views as a backup for himself yes. Other things in there like the staff probably more a collective ownership.
As you grab the raiper it's in your hand for a moment before you pull it out of the bag. As you pull it out once the entire blade has passed the opening it disappears and reappears infrot of you
Marley's shoulders slump as his excitement turns to disappointment. He gives the rapier a crestfallen stare. "I wonder if I'll be able to put my new armour on..." he then says softly as he sits back down and takes a drink of coffee.
Maz, who’s been gliding around enjoying himself, gets an idea.
“Hey guys! I was thinking…. And it’s not a great idea… but, a lot of conditions wear off if you’re knocked unconscious. So uh… if anyone is willing to knock me out really quick we can see if this stuff wears off.” He says with a forced smirk. He then turns to the tavern keep in hopes of getting a bit of ale to help boost his courage.
Interesting.... Roll history, arcana or religion
History: 21
The barkeep gives you a look then reaches under the table foe a bottle of clear liquid. Pours you a shot then slides it over.
With a 19 maz you remember it typically takes a spell of greater restoration to remove a curse but in rare cases if your soul enters the borderlands upon returning there is a chance your soul will be cleansed.
DM: So how this will work. If you elect to be downed you can roll your death saves if you stabilize without assistance you can roll a medicine check to see if you can remove the curse. Everyone can try this once.
Maz takes the shot and then it appears he has a light bulb moment!
“wait wait wait! I think i remember a story about this pixie curse. Being knocked out does work in some instances. But the better way is to find someone with power of great restoration.” He looks at the bar keep, flicks over 2 silver for the shot, and asks “anyone around here a capable healer?”
The barkeep scoops up the coin.
"Nope, no one around here with magics that strong since that old prist died. The city temple is your best bet for a spell that strong."
(All smithing items should be ready right?)
Maz looks at the group. “Sounds like we should get going.” Holds up the rope tied around his waist, “anyone mind pulling me along? Let’s get the smithing items and get to the temple as soon as we can.”
Yall head over to the Smith and pick up the items and a small package from the mayor's assistant.
The package has a note: "please deliver to the administrative house in Norend."
Is there anything else yall want to do in town before you travel north?
Nope.)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.