"Marwan, nice to meet you, miss, I was just leading these folk to the lost property tent, you're welcome to join if you like." He says, smiling at the newcomer, but not offering a hand to shake or anything, just saying hi.
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As you continue to get to know each other, the sights and sounds of the carnival still draw much interest.
A twelve-foot-tall walking tree garlanded in golden ribbons marches down the thoroughfare. Emerald clouds swirl above the tree and rain down golden, spinning sycamore seeds. Fairgoers try to catch the seeds before they hit the ground. As the seeds gently fall, a chatty squirrel scampers along the boughs of the tree, handing dandelions to select passersby.
The squirrel runs up to each of you and hands you a dandelion. As it does, it says, in Common, "Blow the seeds into the air, but don't forget to make a wish!"
The tree says, in a low, rumbling voice, "Hurry, hurry, catch the seeds!"
Each of you may make a DC10 Dex check to see if you can manage to catch one. You may also PM me your wish if you choose to make one.
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Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Xivros is little more occupied with what to wish for and only makes a half-hearted attempt to catch a seed. 9DexAfter a moments consideration, he whispers his wish to the dandelion then blows the seeds away with a puff of air.
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Mischief's eyes shimmer with childlike wonder. "Why thank you, little friend," he tells the squirrel as he accepts the dandelion. Drawing in a deep breath, he thinks of what he's lost, that genuine warmth he's yearned for. And with a mix of hope and mischief, he blows the seeds into the air, watching them dance and scatter.
Laughing, he then tries to catch a golden sycamore seed 13, his nimble fingers (and perhaps a subtle cantrip or two) aiding him in the task. (Casts Mage Hand to try and guide a seed into his grasp- advantage?)
He chuckles, "It's not every day you get a magical chance like this, is it?" Mischief's eyes then shift to Carlin, as if trying to see if the carnival's magic has the same effect on one who has been here before.
Marwan makes a half-hearted attempt to catch the seeds (9, in game log) he makes no effort to use his own mage hand to guide it, gotta leave the seeds for the guests to catch, he will try and blow some seeds Mischief's way though Consider it a help action he will take a dandelion, tough, and blow on it to make a wish, he believes doing so is good luck, and he closes his eyes for a moment as he makes his wish. which he does with a smile.
Unfortunately, Mage Hand doesn't really help you here. Marwan - I would have allowed a help action here instead of making the attempt yourself, but not both. Both were nice ideas, though!
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Alys brushes off a dead flower and continues with the others. She does rip a button off her blouse and tosses it to the goblin, but does not smile back, wanting to move on quickly…
She grins at Marwan and Mischief.
"You got a poet's way with words, Mischief, and we all seem to be in the same dung heap, if you don't mind my saying so. I lost my sense of what is and ain't fashionable, you see. Honest. I can't help this," she says, gesturing to her gaudy attire. "I don't know how in the hells a girl misplaces something like that, but I have been literally offending both gods and gremlins with what I wear. I figure 'Lost Property' may mean something different, it being kinda fey and all. Guess we'll know once we have a peek inside, eh?"
Alys greets Carlin warmly as they try to catch the spinning, golden seeds.
"I definitely thought it had to do with plants or flowers from how those singin' ones reacted, not a normal thing,as long as we're all sharin', I'm pretty sure I lost the ability to tie ropes myself, but I really can't remember It that well, I was pretty young back when I lost it," he notes with a shrug, he seems pretty genuine about it, "Could be wrong though, memory is a fickle thing, and the one regarding the first time I came here is really faded, I do remember learning how to tie ropes from my dad though, and i can't tie ropes now, so it seems likely, but who knows, maybe I'm just bad at it."
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Mischief, seeing his attempts with the seed fail, just chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, the winds have spoken!" He remarks with a playful smirk.
Turning to the group and listening to their stories, his jovial demeanor fades for a moment as he takes a deep breath. "Alright, alright... Since we're all baring our souls here, might as well come clean. I've lost... my smile. Oh, I can smirk and chuckle and all that, but that pure, heartfelt smile that could light up a room? Gone. I just... can't seem to muster it up anymore. It's like something stole it from my very essence."
He gestures to the carnival around them, "That's why I'm here. To find it, or perhaps replace it. But either way, you've got a rake with no real smile. Quite the contradiction, isn't it?"
Looking to Alys and Marwan, he adds, "Fashion sense, rope-tying, and a genuine smile. We're quite the trio, aren't we?" Then, with a smirk, "Add Carlin and Xivros into the mix, and we might just be the most interesting group the carnival's seen in ages."
Snatching up one of the seeds, she turns her focus to the dandelion. She closes her eyes, and blows as hard as she can.
"Hi there!" She smiles, watching all the dandelion fluff fly away. "I can't keep secrets," she laughs. "I didnt realize that it happened till I'd already stayed to work."
As Mischief leads you to the Lost Property wagon, you walk past the Big Top. The roof of this tent reaches toward the night sky in three swooping peaks topped with spinning gold stars. Painted wooden panels on the tent walls whirl with colorful motion, displaying vibrant circus performances. The sound of music and laughter drifts out through the canvas door.
Outside the lost property wagon is a large feline creature with midnight-blue fur. It has a pair of tentacles extending from its shoulders and wears fake butterfly wings. Hanging from its collar is a small wooden keg. The creature roughhouses with two young boys. One boy squeals, “Again, Dirla, again!” while the other hangs onto the creature’s neck.
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Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Mischief watches the feline creature playfully with the two boys, a tinge of envy noticeable in his eyes as he sees the genuine joy shared between them. After a brief moment, he shakes his head, refocusing on the task at hand.
"We're here," he remarks, gesturing towards the Lost Property wagon, while also taking a moment to nod towards the playful creature. "Dirla. Must be one of the carnival's charming entertainers. She sure seems to have a knack for bringing a smile to children's faces."
The irony isn't lost on him, as he continues, "But let's see if this place can help us find what we've lost. And if not, at least we can share some fun stories of lost items."
With that, Mischief moves closer to the entrance of the Lost Property wagon, looking for any signs or guidance on how to proceed.
Marwan has a look at the feline creature, for but a moment, he will open the door/part the tent or whatever, point is, he will open the entrance and then move aside while holding it open "After you" he notes, not looking at anyone in particular but just at the group he has found himself with, he is being polite, of course. he will hold the entry open until his group passes through or something happens
Can i roll nature to see if i know what this creature is?
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Xivros is taking in the sights and sounds, a faint smile on his face. He occasionally sees a patron he knows from the local area and exchanges warm pleasantries, but otherwise strolls along quietly with the group.
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Mischief raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the creature's words. "Lost children, eh? No, we're not here for that. We're in search of... other things. Personal things. But, on another note, Dirla, was it?" Mischief tilts his head, studying the creature with his sharp eyes, "You're not one of the usual creatures I'm familiar with. Care to enlighten me on your unique nature?" (Nature - 8)
His tone is genuinely curious, rather than condescending. Mischief always had a penchant for learning about various creatures and their tales.
"Marwan, nice to meet you, miss, I was just leading these folk to the lost property tent, you're welcome to join if you like." He says, smiling at the newcomer, but not offering a hand to shake or anything, just saying hi.
UTC - 5, i like to program video games in my free time.
Marwan Silvercreek - level 1 halfling bard
As you continue to get to know each other, the sights and sounds of the carnival still draw much interest.
A twelve-foot-tall walking tree garlanded in golden ribbons marches down the thoroughfare. Emerald clouds swirl above the tree and rain down golden, spinning sycamore seeds. Fairgoers try to catch the seeds before they hit the ground. As the seeds gently fall, a chatty squirrel scampers along the boughs of the tree, handing dandelions to select passersby.
The squirrel runs up to each of you and hands you a dandelion. As it does, it says, in Common, "Blow the seeds into the air, but don't forget to make a wish!"
The tree says, in a low, rumbling voice, "Hurry, hurry, catch the seeds!"
Each of you may make a DC10 Dex check to see if you can manage to catch one. You may also PM me your wish if you choose to make one.
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Xivros is little more occupied with what to wish for and only makes a half-hearted attempt to catch a seed. 9Dex After a moments consideration, he whispers his wish to the dandelion then blows the seeds away with a puff of air.
Mischief's eyes shimmer with childlike wonder. "Why thank you, little friend," he tells the squirrel as he accepts the dandelion. Drawing in a deep breath, he thinks of what he's lost, that genuine warmth he's yearned for. And with a mix of hope and mischief, he blows the seeds into the air, watching them dance and scatter.
Laughing, he then tries to catch a golden sycamore seed 13, his nimble fingers (and perhaps a subtle cantrip or two) aiding him in the task. (Casts Mage Hand to try and guide a seed into his grasp- advantage?)
He chuckles, "It's not every day you get a magical chance like this, is it?" Mischief's eyes then shift to Carlin, as if trying to see if the carnival's magic has the same effect on one who has been here before.
Marwan makes a half-hearted attempt to catch the seeds (9, in game log) he makes no effort to use his own mage hand to guide it, gotta leave the seeds for the guests to catch, he will try and blow some seeds Mischief's way though Consider it a help action he will take a dandelion, tough, and blow on it to make a wish, he believes doing so is good luck, and he closes his eyes for a moment as he makes his wish. which he does with a smile.
UTC - 5, i like to program video games in my free time.
Marwan Silvercreek - level 1 halfling bard
Unfortunately, Mage Hand doesn't really help you here. Marwan - I would have allowed a help action here instead of making the attempt yourself, but not both. Both were nice ideas, though!
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alys brushes off a dead flower and continues with the others. She does rip a button off her blouse and tosses it to the goblin, but does not smile back, wanting to move on quickly…
She grins at Marwan and Mischief.
"You got a poet's way with words, Mischief, and we all seem to be in the same dung heap, if you don't mind my saying so. I lost my sense of what is and ain't fashionable, you see. Honest. I can't help this," she says, gesturing to her gaudy attire. "I don't know how in the hells a girl misplaces something like that, but I have been literally offending both gods and gremlins with what I wear. I figure 'Lost Property' may mean something different, it being kinda fey and all. Guess we'll know once we have a peek inside, eh?"
Alys greets Carlin warmly as they try to catch the spinning, golden seeds.
"Lo there, Carlin! Nice to meet ya!"
Dex Check: 23
"I definitely thought it had to do with plants or flowers from how those singin' ones reacted, not a normal thing,as long as we're all sharin', I'm pretty sure I lost the ability to tie ropes myself, but I really can't remember It that well, I was pretty young back when I lost it," he notes with a shrug, he seems pretty genuine about it, "Could be wrong though, memory is a fickle thing, and the one regarding the first time I came here is really faded, I do remember learning how to tie ropes from my dad though, and i can't tie ropes now, so it seems likely, but who knows, maybe I'm just bad at it."
UTC - 5, i like to program video games in my free time.
Marwan Silvercreek - level 1 halfling bard
Mischief, seeing his attempts with the seed fail, just chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, the winds have spoken!" He remarks with a playful smirk.
Turning to the group and listening to their stories, his jovial demeanor fades for a moment as he takes a deep breath. "Alright, alright... Since we're all baring our souls here, might as well come clean. I've lost... my smile. Oh, I can smirk and chuckle and all that, but that pure, heartfelt smile that could light up a room? Gone. I just... can't seem to muster it up anymore. It's like something stole it from my very essence."
He gestures to the carnival around them, "That's why I'm here. To find it, or perhaps replace it. But either way, you've got a rake with no real smile. Quite the contradiction, isn't it?"
Looking to Alys and Marwan, he adds, "Fashion sense, rope-tying, and a genuine smile. We're quite the trio, aren't we?" Then, with a smirk, "Add Carlin and Xivros into the mix, and we might just be the most interesting group the carnival's seen in ages."
Carlin waves at the squirrel, laughing as she tries to snatch a seed form the air.
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Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Snatching up one of the seeds, she turns her focus to the dandelion. She closes her eyes, and blows as hard as she can.
"Hi there!" She smiles, watching all the dandelion fluff fly away. "I can't keep secrets," she laughs. "I didnt realize that it happened till I'd already stayed to work."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
GM Rolls:
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Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
As Alys and Carlin each are able to snap a seed from the air, they look in their hands and see these seeds each turned into a gold coin.
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
As Mischief leads you to the Lost Property wagon, you walk past the Big Top. The roof of this tent reaches toward the night sky in three swooping peaks topped with spinning gold stars. Painted wooden panels on the tent walls whirl with colorful motion, displaying vibrant circus performances. The sound of music and laughter drifts out through the canvas door.
Outside the lost property wagon is a large feline creature with midnight-blue fur. It has a pair of tentacles extending from its shoulders and wears fake butterfly wings. Hanging from its collar is a small wooden keg. The creature roughhouses with two young boys. One boy squeals, “Again, Dirla, again!” while the other hangs onto the creature’s neck.
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Mischief watches the feline creature playfully with the two boys, a tinge of envy noticeable in his eyes as he sees the genuine joy shared between them. After a brief moment, he shakes his head, refocusing on the task at hand.
"We're here," he remarks, gesturing towards the Lost Property wagon, while also taking a moment to nod towards the playful creature. "Dirla. Must be one of the carnival's charming entertainers. She sure seems to have a knack for bringing a smile to children's faces."
The irony isn't lost on him, as he continues, "But let's see if this place can help us find what we've lost. And if not, at least we can share some fun stories of lost items."
With that, Mischief moves closer to the entrance of the Lost Property wagon, looking for any signs or guidance on how to proceed.
Marwan has a look at the feline creature, for but a moment, he will open the door/part the tent or whatever, point is, he will open the entrance and then move aside while holding it open
"After you" he notes, not looking at anyone in particular but just at the group he has found himself with, he is being polite, of course. he will hold the entry open until his group passes through or something happens
Can i roll nature to see if i know what this creature is?
UTC - 5, i like to program video games in my free time.
Marwan Silvercreek - level 1 halfling bard
Xivros is taking in the sights and sounds, a faint smile on his face. He occasionally sees a patron he knows from the local area and exchanges warm pleasantries, but otherwise strolls along quietly with the group.
Yes, Marwan - you can roll Nature. In fact, any of you may - or Survival is also appropriate. And sorry I got the leading wrong.
"Don't go in there," the creature says in Common. "It's not for you. Have you lost one of these two children?"
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Xivros smiles warmly, "Have these two kids lost their parents?" he asks, only half joking.
Mischief raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the creature's words. "Lost children, eh? No, we're not here for that. We're in search of... other things. Personal things. But, on another note, Dirla, was it?" Mischief tilts his head, studying the creature with his sharp eyes, "You're not one of the usual creatures I'm familiar with. Care to enlighten me on your unique nature?" (Nature - 8)
His tone is genuinely curious, rather than condescending. Mischief always had a penchant for learning about various creatures and their tales.