Raff, observant as ever, does not notice much of anything. Most likely this is down to the fact that currently he is focused entirely on the subject of horn ornimentation (hornimentation?). (Mortimer and Talindra can also make perception checks to see if they pick up on what Raff missed.)
Fenrir bears grim witness to what is an increasingly uncomfortable search by a triceretops into Enri's pockets.
Enri, make a strength saving throw to avoid being bowled over by a hungry dinosaur.
The enthusiasm of a triceratops for potential snacks is not to be denied. Enri takes 1 point of bludgeoning damage as his ass hits the floor, and if you had any food on you, it's gone now. Ambrosious seems pretty damn satisfied.
Talindra, while you are in fact excited to see a dinosaur up close - you are one step away from leaning against the triceratops stomach like Sam Neil in Jurassic Park - you also notice that there are three people in the bar who are looking in Raff's direction with expressions which seem to be stuck somewhere between awe and anger.
Mortimer, you think that you heard somewhere triceratops eat plants? Like, probably horse feed would do the trick?
Fenrir goes to pull Enri up and out of reach of the dinosaur, propelled by some pack-minded thing, while also trying to figure out how to turn this into a lasting nickname for the bastard.
Talindra nudges Raff to be sure she has his attention and keeping her voice under the drone of noise produced by the bar asks, "Hey Raff, you know those guys over there? Did you do anything to piss them off?"
Raff, you have no idea who these mooks are. But they do notice you noticing them, and seem unsure as to how they will proceed. One of them seems to be advocating for a confrontation, one seems to want to run for it, and the third seems to be the deciding vote in the matter, except he doesn't seem to want to decide.
Mortimer is oblivious to the mookery. "How much dino-fodder do you think we need we need to bring? Like... is she going to forage for most of her food?"
The third man seems to have cast the deciding vote, and the group of three approaches Raff. One of them - the one that seemed like he wanted to have the confrontation in the first place - points at Raff and, in a tone landing somewhere between "**** you" and "hello friend" asks, "Excuse me, Tortle. I couldn't help but notice the strange armaments you carry."
EDIT: Whoops, almost forgot. Raff, make another perception check.
Raff, you notice that the man speaking to you has a familiar-looking sword on his side. Except as you obviously recall, you're used to seeing that sword as part of a pair.
"A curious gift," he replies, smile still there, "I wonder how this friend of yours came to possess such armaments."
Any other party member who wants to can make a perception check now (and Raff can too if he really wants).
Talindra glares in what she hopes is a menacing fashion at these fellows and casts a quick spell on herself just in case things go sideways as she thinks might happen. "I can't help but feeling you might be making some implications here. If you know something about these weapons that we don't, please do share. We'd be most interested to learn more about them."
Perhaps it is leftover paranoia from what has been a fairly stressful series of days, but as you all take more defensive postures you notice two other individuals in the area slowly and unobtrusively making their way in your general direction. There's no way of telling whether or not they are just curious, but you all have your doubts.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Enri is still somewhat non-plussed by the dinosaur nature of life at this moment, which likely contributes to his fantastic lack of tact at the moment.
Given that he is still likely covered in dino-snot, it's also unlikely that is lack of tact could produce any positive results.
"There's also a very strong chance that you and your friends could **** all the way off, yes?"
(World's least effective intimidate: 13
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Raff, observant as ever, does not notice much of anything. Most likely this is down to the fact that currently he is focused entirely on the subject of horn ornimentation (hornimentation?). (Mortimer and Talindra can also make perception checks to see if they pick up on what Raff missed.)
Fenrir bears grim witness to what is an increasingly uncomfortable search by a triceretops into Enri's pockets.
Enri, make a strength saving throw to avoid being bowled over by a hungry dinosaur.
10
Enri does not care for dinosaurs.
Talindra loves dinosaurs and is gleeful over getting to see one this close.
14
Mortimer is wondering what kind of snacks dinosaurs like.
Perception: 5
The enthusiasm of a triceratops for potential snacks is not to be denied. Enri takes 1 point of bludgeoning damage as his ass hits the floor, and if you had any food on you, it's gone now. Ambrosious seems pretty damn satisfied.
Talindra, while you are in fact excited to see a dinosaur up close - you are one step away from leaning against the triceratops stomach like Sam Neil in Jurassic Park - you also notice that there are three people in the bar who are looking in Raff's direction with expressions which seem to be stuck somewhere between awe and anger.
Mortimer, you think that you heard somewhere triceratops eat plants? Like, probably horse feed would do the trick?
Fenrir goes to pull Enri up and out of reach of the dinosaur, propelled by some pack-minded thing, while also trying to figure out how to turn this into a lasting nickname for the bastard.
As if reading Fenrir's mind (he isn't), Raff pipes up, "Shall we call you Fodder now, or Snacks?"
Talindra nudges Raff to be sure she has his attention and keeping her voice under the drone of noise produced by the bar asks, "Hey Raff, you know those guys over there? Did you do anything to piss them off?"
Raff takes a look to see if he knows these mooks.
Perception: 19
Raff, you have no idea who these mooks are. But they do notice you noticing them, and seem unsure as to how they will proceed. One of them seems to be advocating for a confrontation, one seems to want to run for it, and the third seems to be the deciding vote in the matter, except he doesn't seem to want to decide.
"Dino-Fodder. I like it." Fenrir smirks, oblivious to mookery happening. "Guess that takes care of what we'll feed it."
Mortimer is oblivious to the mookery. "How much dino-fodder do you think we need we need to bring? Like... is she going to forage for most of her food?"
The third man seems to have cast the deciding vote, and the group of three approaches Raff. One of them - the one that seemed like he wanted to have the confrontation in the first place - points at Raff and, in a tone landing somewhere between "**** you" and "hello friend" asks, "Excuse me, Tortle. I couldn't help but notice the strange armaments you carry."
EDIT: Whoops, almost forgot. Raff, make another perception check.
Raff percieves: 13
Raff gives his most Tortley smile. "Gift from a friend, friend."
He does not seem to be preturbed, but my dude is ready to start a bar fight.
Raff, you notice that the man speaking to you has a familiar-looking sword on his side. Except as you obviously recall, you're used to seeing that sword as part of a pair.
"A curious gift," he replies, smile still there, "I wonder how this friend of yours came to possess such armaments."
Any other party member who wants to can make a perception check now (and Raff can too if he really wants).
Fenrir has caught on to mookery and comes up to stand behind Raff with his arms folded over.
Perception: 12
Let's see if Mortimer can snap out of his dinosaur enthusiasm! 10
Talindra glares in what she hopes is a menacing fashion at these fellows and casts a quick spell on herself just in case things go sideways as she thinks might happen. "I can't help but feeling you might be making some implications here. If you know something about these weapons that we don't, please do share. We'd be most interested to learn more about them."
((False Life: 7 Perception: 11))
Edit: Spelling
Perhaps it is leftover paranoia from what has been a fairly stressful series of days, but as you all take more defensive postures you notice two other individuals in the area slowly and unobtrusively making their way in your general direction. There's no way of telling whether or not they are just curious, but you all have your doubts.
Enri is still somewhat non-plussed by the dinosaur nature of life at this moment, which likely contributes to his fantastic lack of tact at the moment.
Given that he is still likely covered in dino-snot, it's also unlikely that is lack of tact could produce any positive results.
"There's also a very strong chance that you and your friends could **** all the way off, yes?"
(World's least effective intimidate: 13