Use to being treated differently, Fenton does his best not to react to much to metting Maggwyn, he instead introduces himselfs to the others.
"I am Fenton Ravenclaw, and it appears that the light has a sense of humor bring two such begins as our selves together. I trust though that we shall make the return trip to emberwood village cordial, after all for now we have the same interests in mind"
Upon studying Fenton, you notice that his eyes are a light brown mixed with a deep gold, marking him as more then a normal human. He is dressed simply, though his clothes are finely tailored. He carries a staff topped with a crystal, that makes him as an arcane user. He also has a holy script hanging on his hip and a pendant of the sacred flame, which makes him as a member of the church.
Dabbert takes a moment to look all of these newcomers over while he enjoys the cool morning air, one big lungful at a time. He raises a hand and combs his fingers through his hair, which the falling dew has threatened to wet. His gaze is slow and deliberate. He looks at the 'angel', as Eren has called Fenton, then Thuribula. He spends a moment then examining Sinak, the holy man, and wonders why even bother...before shrugging and remembering his own aspirations.
"Someday I'll uh... make up mind." He says, muttering it only to himself, while his eyes land again on Thuribula. Then he turns his attention to the conversation that has started, his eyes shifting from Eren, to Maggwyn, to Fenton.
"She's not a demon." He says flatly. He thinks about this, missing part of what's said next. Was that accurate? As was his way, he shrugged to himself. Then he hears Fenton's remark about the trip being cordial. "And you're not an angel. You're people. There's no reason this can't be cordial unless someone decides so."
His horses flicks its head side to side, and Dab squeezes the reins a little tighter, one handed. When no one else jumps in, he proceeds with his own introduction.
"Dabbert Hahft. I uh..." He thinks for a moment, not sure what else to say beyond that. "...uh. Glad to be here?"
He shrugs again, clearly unsure of what else to say.
Maggwyn stays on her horse as she observes the new party that she and Dabbert were apparently joining to make sure these goods made their destination. As Eren starts the conversation she smirks and watches Fenton to see how he reacts. "Angel eh? Your shit smell like roses then? I always wondered."
The horse she is on shakes his head and whinnies, Maggwyn reaches down and strokes the mane as she watches the rest with her one yellow eye and one blue eye. Her wild silvery white wavy hair flows down her back, pinned between her two dual horns that distinctly mark her. She is dressed in simple black traveling clothes, nothing tailored, a bit worn but not shabby.
Smiling at Dabberts remarks, she decides to leave those hang in the air and introduces herself as well. "Name is Maggwyn and here to do a job. Cordial though? Now.. what fun is that?"
A pale elf with dark hair is riding in the wagon and looks up, listens as Eren speaks and then hears the replies. He’s wearing a green cloak and dark leather armor is visible underneath. He watches Dabbert and Maggwyn as they approach, with one eyebrow raised. He remains quiet, tense as they approach but quickly starts to relax. He nods and acknowledges each, lightening the mood saying “Welcome, if Eren says you’re fine, you’re fine with me. My name is Sinak, greetings Maggwyn and Dabbert. I’m glad that the stars have guided you here, and aligned you with us. Join us on our trip to Emberwood, we’d be glad to have you.” He settles himself in the wagon and watches them, keeping his manner serene.
Eren gives Sinak a wide grin as he looks in the back of the wagon to Maggwyn and Dabbert than to Fenton last.
"I wouldn't call him a people in front of the Sacred Flames order. I don't know what's celestial or not but I can tell ya.. They'd be rather offended they can be real uptight!"
He looks to Maggwyn and her course language to Fenton.
"What they say about devil tongues is true! They say tieflings got mouths like sailors, guess not all rumors are full of shite huh? Well... it's gonna be awhile before we get to Emberwood!"
After the party gets a chance to perhaps make some small talk.. The trek continues onward.
Small Timeskip
After two weeks travelling on the road, the countryside turns dreary and desaturated. They pass many abandoned villages with dilapidated homes, crumbling farmsteads with sallow empty fields, and forests of dead trees. Thorny brambles and harsh scrubgrass are all that grow along the mud-slick road. Drizzling rain fills most days, and the wind howls at night. Aside from the creaking wagon wheels, the party can only hear the cawing of crows.
On one afternoon as they travel on the muddied road, a man on a horse cuts the wagon off. Behind him are two women and men all in leather armor with blades to the side. He himself is wearing tight curated leather armor with a mace to his side as he raises his hands to the wagon.
"Oi, oi! Hold there, friends… you’re travelling on a royal road, eh? In these troubled times it falls to loyal servants like ourselves to keep these highways free of reprobates and outlaws, eh? I’m afraid we’ll need to collect a fee to ensure your safe passage to the capital, eh?”
Marlowe looks to the group.. A bit confused as to what this fee could be.
OOC As they made it to the contacts Maggwyn and Dabbert gave up their horses. Leaving them to travel in a wagon rather than horse back ^^
As the wagon pulls to a stop and they are approached in this manner, Sinak stands, a ponytail of sleek black hair falls out of his cloak hood and you can now see a short sword at his side and shield over his back, which he instinctually pulls around to his left arm as he speaks. “Outlaws, eh? We will certainly be on the lookout for them, however as you can see, we are well armed good sir, and we know how to use many weapons with deadly aim. I would hate to be the bandit that found that out.. the hard way. With his face burned off…. Right Fenton?”
((OOC, you are correct, Sinak was hoping to hide the gesture, but perhaps will just leave this up to Fenton, likely our face for the party. Removing last paragraph.))
Fenton praying outloud "may the light guide my eyes" ((casting thaumaturgy)) his eyes glow a soft golden light. Fenton calmly walks forward.
"You see friend, we are not on our way to the capital as such we have no need to pay for your services. As well, my comrade here has previously mentioned we are skilled enough on our own to ensure our safe destination".
Fenton utters another prayer "my the holy fire guide my way" as he does a ball of fire begins forming in his hands, driving home the burned face remarks from earlier
Dabbert hops out of the back of the wagon and sighs as he watches this unfold. It seemed some folks were just hardwired for bad decisions.... Though he was on the fence when determining if it was his group of the brigands.
As such, once shields and fireballs begin to appear, he slips his own shield from his back and wraps a hand around the haft of his spear, though makes she he has a safe distance between himself and the outlaws.
"Can we be uh...reasonable...about all this?" He asks. The tone in his voice, however, indicates he knows better.
Maggwyn smiles mirthfully at Eren, "I hate to disappoint."
When the wagon is stopped by the group, the tiefling watches as the others start to engage and then shrugs, stays seated in the wagon and starts cleaning her fingernails.
Fazil made it just in time to see the fight, his eyes widening slightly under his black hood to see the ones from his visions more than once, along with the nightmare that made him wonder if the visions were just part of the nightmares, honestly.
A wand in his right hand and his spellbook in his left, open with spells ready to be used, but he'll hold off on that for now, as it's not time to use any spells above a cantrip.
With a flick of his wand, Fazil points it at the center of the bandits and casts Mold Earth to create a 5ft cube hole.
And just to make sure he wouldn't be attacked in numbers, he moved quickly to appear among those he thought would be his future traveling companions. Hopefully, they would help him complete his personal quest, just as he would help them if needed.
"Greeting. I'm Fazil; I hope I didn't interrupt anything." Fazil introduces himself, not keeping his eyes off the bandits.
The men draw blades as he cast thamturgy with it's vocal compoments.
"Mageborn!"
"Heh.. the capital is Drakkenheim friend, and you're on that road and heading that direction. You may be staying at Emberwood as its the only real town around it... But it's really the same Mageborn. So.. it's gonna be 5 pounds of food and 25 gold from each of you. So... 150 gold all together."
They look to Dabbert and the headman on horseback chuckles.
"I am being reasonable! You're trying to bypass a highway tax! Let's forget the mageborns outburst and just get this over with properly okay?"
Earlier Eren had given Maggwyn a sly grin before of course.. The current situation.
The area becomes difficult terrain in a 5ft cube so that is enough to make it so for one bandit perhaps not the entire group. Perhaps the leader on horse back or one of his four? Still he turns around annoyed now.
"Another mageborn... Look... you're going to have to pay too all right."
OOC Thamturgy has vocal components for casting the spell as well but somatic at least.
If Fenton wants to roll intimidation he may.
It will be a skill challenge! DC 10. Three successes are needed and three failure's ruin the chance. This can give others to roll things besides Intimidation for further successes! (Persuasion or something unique.)
Fenton, doing his best to be intimidating (((rolled a 5 in the campaign)) realizes that this may come to blows and backs off a little not wanting to get to close to their swords.
"Yes our destination is Emberwood, which as you pointed out is not the capital. I am also no mere Mageborn. I am born of the scared flame itself."
His voice lacking the conviction it had a moment ago
"Robbery? That's so harsh old man! Just trying to do a job! But if you won't negotiate.. We might have to do things the old fashioned way."
He looks to Fenton for a long moment.
"Emberwood, is near Drakkenheim on the same capital road. The tax applies on the capitals road. Which we are standing are own two feet on, man and they say mageborn are smart! Must be an academy drop out. Still... we don't got all day to be arguing about this. We require the money... now. And for the hassle it'll be 10 extra gold for wasting our good time on the road!"
One of them listen to him as he claims to be of the Sacred Flame himself.
"Cleric? A holy man? Ehh.. magics magic! It's all the same and they bleed the same too!"
OOC I'll give Fenton advantage on the first roll! They'll need 3 successes though. They can all be intimidation or other skills. So Fenton can roll one more time ^^
Maggwyn finally looks up as the conversation starts to get heated. "Meatheads" she grumbles as she stands up and jumps out of the wagon all in one smooth move...
Acrobatics if needed: 8 (lol)
She doesn't quite make the landing as she stumbles a bit on the ground, but doesn't let it affect her composure. "Yes, but I bet you all bleed easier. Please.. let me check and find out for sure." and she smiles maliciously, waiting for her answer.
Fenton taking advantage of one debating with the fact that he claims to be holy holds his ground.
"Born a noble, I am a mageborn, and one if the sacred flame, I walk between three worlds. Three worlds that can all ruin your life and soul in this life and the next." ((15 intimidation))
They look a bit nervous by Fenton's display but they snicker a bit at Maggwyn's trip up. The man grabs his mace looking dead serious into Fenton's eyes no longer taking him as a joke.
"Maybe you're the real deal, maybe not but I've seen paladin upstarts trying to scare us with the same spiel."
He looks to Maggwyn.
"Bah, your a tiefling you shouldn't even be on his side! You should be helping us make another big score, you really wanna travel with sticks in the mud like them?"
OOC Fenton can roll me a second one or someone else can make another check!
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
"I would feel offended for being called a dropout, but that would mean I would care and that if I was really a dropout." Fazil said calmly, tapping his wand on his spellbook, ready to cast another spell. "By mean, continue to talk. Give me more reasons to end your lives."
Intimidation Check: 13
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Use to being treated differently, Fenton does his best not to react to much to metting Maggwyn, he instead introduces himselfs to the others.
"I am Fenton Ravenclaw, and it appears that the light has a sense of humor bring two such begins as our selves together. I trust though that we shall make the return trip to emberwood village cordial, after all for now we have the same interests in mind"
Upon studying Fenton, you notice that his eyes are a light brown mixed with a deep gold, marking him as more then a normal human. He is dressed simply, though his clothes are finely tailored. He carries a staff topped with a crystal, that makes him as an arcane user. He also has a holy script hanging on his hip and a pendant of the sacred flame, which makes him as a member of the church.
Dabbert takes a moment to look all of these newcomers over while he enjoys the cool morning air, one big lungful at a time. He raises a hand and combs his fingers through his hair, which the falling dew has threatened to wet. His gaze is slow and deliberate. He looks at the 'angel', as Eren has called Fenton, then Thuribula. He spends a moment then examining Sinak, the holy man, and wonders why even bother...before shrugging and remembering his own aspirations.
"Someday I'll uh... make up mind." He says, muttering it only to himself, while his eyes land again on Thuribula. Then he turns his attention to the conversation that has started, his eyes shifting from Eren, to Maggwyn, to Fenton.
"She's not a demon." He says flatly. He thinks about this, missing part of what's said next. Was that accurate? As was his way, he shrugged to himself. Then he hears Fenton's remark about the trip being cordial. "And you're not an angel. You're people. There's no reason this can't be cordial unless someone decides so."
His horses flicks its head side to side, and Dab squeezes the reins a little tighter, one handed. When no one else jumps in, he proceeds with his own introduction.
"Dabbert Hahft. I uh..." He thinks for a moment, not sure what else to say beyond that. "...uh. Glad to be here?"
He shrugs again, clearly unsure of what else to say.
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Maggwyn stays on her horse as she observes the new party that she and Dabbert were apparently joining to make sure these goods made their destination. As Eren starts the conversation she smirks and watches Fenton to see how he reacts. "Angel eh? Your shit smell like roses then? I always wondered."
The horse she is on shakes his head and whinnies, Maggwyn reaches down and strokes the mane as she watches the rest with her one yellow eye and one blue eye. Her wild silvery white wavy hair flows down her back, pinned between her two dual horns that distinctly mark her. She is dressed in simple black traveling clothes, nothing tailored, a bit worn but not shabby.
Smiling at Dabberts remarks, she decides to leave those hang in the air and introduces herself as well. "Name is Maggwyn and here to do a job. Cordial though? Now.. what fun is that?"
A pale elf with dark hair is riding in the wagon and looks up, listens as Eren speaks and then hears the replies. He’s wearing a green cloak and dark leather armor is visible underneath. He watches Dabbert and Maggwyn as they approach, with one eyebrow raised. He remains quiet, tense as they approach but quickly starts to relax. He nods and acknowledges each, lightening the mood saying “Welcome, if Eren says you’re fine, you’re fine with me. My name is Sinak, greetings Maggwyn and Dabbert. I’m glad that the stars have guided you here, and aligned you with us. Join us on our trip to Emberwood, we’d be glad to have you.” He settles himself in the wagon and watches them, keeping his manner serene.
Eren gives Sinak a wide grin as he looks in the back of the wagon to Maggwyn and Dabbert than to Fenton last.
"I wouldn't call him a people in front of the Sacred Flames order. I don't know what's celestial or not but I can tell ya.. They'd be rather offended they can be real uptight!"
He looks to Maggwyn and her course language to Fenton.
"What they say about devil tongues is true! They say tieflings got mouths like sailors, guess not all rumors are full of shite huh? Well... it's gonna be awhile before we get to Emberwood!"
After the party gets a chance to perhaps make some small talk.. The trek continues onward.
Small Timeskip
After two weeks travelling on the road, the countryside turns dreary and desaturated. They pass many abandoned villages with dilapidated homes, crumbling farmsteads with sallow empty fields, and forests of dead trees. Thorny brambles and harsh scrubgrass are all that grow along the mud-slick road. Drizzling rain fills most days, and the wind howls at night. Aside from the creaking wagon wheels, the party can only hear the cawing of crows.
On one afternoon as they travel on the muddied road, a man on a horse cuts the wagon off. Behind him are two women and men all in leather armor with blades to the side. He himself is wearing tight curated leather armor with a mace to his side as he raises his hands to the wagon.
"Oi, oi! Hold there, friends… you’re travelling on a royal road, eh? In these troubled times it falls to loyal servants like ourselves to keep these highways free of reprobates and outlaws, eh? I’m afraid we’ll need to collect a fee to ensure your safe passage to the capital, eh?”
Marlowe looks to the group.. A bit confused as to what this fee could be.
OOC
As they made it to the contacts Maggwyn and Dabbert gave up their horses. Leaving them to travel in a wagon rather than horse back ^^
The wagon is being pulled by 2 horses as well ^~^
As the wagon pulls to a stop and they are approached in this manner, Sinak stands, a ponytail of sleek black hair falls out of his cloak hood and you can now see a short sword at his side and shield over his back, which he instinctually pulls around to his left arm as he speaks. “Outlaws, eh? We will certainly be on the lookout for them, however as you can see, we are well armed good sir, and we know how to use many weapons with deadly aim. I would hate to be the bandit that found that out.. the hard way. With his face burned off…. Right Fenton?”
OOC
Guidance is somatic and vocal, without subtle spell from sorcerer the vocal is a bit noticeable and somatic is hand gestures.
He can still do the guidance of course but it may be noticed without the use of a subtle spell.
((OOC, you are correct, Sinak was hoping to hide the gesture, but perhaps will just leave this up to Fenton, likely our face for the party. Removing last paragraph.))
Fenton praying outloud "may the light guide my eyes" ((casting thaumaturgy)) his eyes glow a soft golden light. Fenton calmly walks forward.
"You see friend, we are not on our way to the capital as such we have no need to pay for your services. As well, my comrade here has previously mentioned we are skilled enough on our own to ensure our safe destination".
Fenton utters another prayer "my the holy fire guide my way" as he does a ball of fire begins forming in his hands, driving home the burned face remarks from earlier
Dabbert hops out of the back of the wagon and sighs as he watches this unfold. It seemed some folks were just hardwired for bad decisions.... Though he was on the fence when determining if it was his group of the brigands.
As such, once shields and fireballs begin to appear, he slips his own shield from his back and wraps a hand around the haft of his spear, though makes she he has a safe distance between himself and the outlaws.
"Can we be uh...reasonable...about all this?" He asks. The tone in his voice, however, indicates he knows better.
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Maggwyn smiles mirthfully at Eren, "I hate to disappoint."
When the wagon is stopped by the group, the tiefling watches as the others start to engage and then shrugs, stays seated in the wagon and starts cleaning her fingernails.
Fazil made it just in time to see the fight, his eyes widening slightly under his black hood to see the ones from his visions more than once, along with the nightmare that made him wonder if the visions were just part of the nightmares, honestly.
A wand in his right hand and his spellbook in his left, open with spells ready to be used, but he'll hold off on that for now, as it's not time to use any spells above a cantrip.
With a flick of his wand, Fazil points it at the center of the bandits and casts Mold Earth to create a 5ft cube hole.
And just to make sure he wouldn't be attacked in numbers, he moved quickly to appear among those he thought would be his future traveling companions. Hopefully, they would help him complete his personal quest, just as he would help them if needed.
"Greeting. I'm Fazil; I hope I didn't interrupt anything." Fazil introduces himself, not keeping his eyes off the bandits.
The men draw blades as he cast thamturgy with it's vocal compoments.
"Mageborn!"
"Heh.. the capital is Drakkenheim friend, and you're on that road and heading that direction. You may be staying at Emberwood as its the only real town around it... But it's really the same Mageborn. So.. it's gonna be 5 pounds of food and 25 gold from each of you. So... 150 gold all together."
They look to Dabbert and the headman on horseback chuckles.
"I am being reasonable! You're trying to bypass a highway tax! Let's forget the mageborns outburst and just get this over with properly okay?"
Earlier Eren had given Maggwyn a sly grin before of course.. The current situation.
The area becomes difficult terrain in a 5ft cube so that is enough to make it so for one bandit perhaps not the entire group. Perhaps the leader on horse back or one of his four? Still he turns around annoyed now.
"Another mageborn... Look... you're going to have to pay too all right."
OOC
Thamturgy has vocal components for casting the spell as well but somatic at least.
If Fenton wants to roll intimidation he may.
It will be a skill challenge! DC 10. Three successes are needed and three failure's ruin the chance. This can give others to roll things besides Intimidation for further successes! (Persuasion or something unique.)
"It's not taxes, it's robbery, and I don't negotiate with criminals." Dabbert says, shifting his grip on his spear. "This isn't a uh... negotiation."
(Does Fenton get Advantage since Dabbert is trying to assist?)
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Fenton, doing his best to be intimidating (((rolled a 5 in the campaign)) realizes that this may come to blows and backs off a little not wanting to get to close to their swords.
"Yes our destination is Emberwood, which as you pointed out is not the capital. I am also no mere Mageborn. I am born of the scared flame itself."
His voice lacking the conviction it had a moment ago
"Robbery? That's so harsh old man! Just trying to do a job! But if you won't negotiate.. We might have to do things the old fashioned way."
He looks to Fenton for a long moment.
"Emberwood, is near Drakkenheim on the same capital road. The tax applies on the capitals road. Which we are standing are own two feet on, man and they say mageborn are smart! Must be an academy drop out. Still... we don't got all day to be arguing about this. We require the money... now. And for the hassle it'll be 10 extra gold for wasting our good time on the road!"
One of them listen to him as he claims to be of the Sacred Flame himself.
"Cleric? A holy man? Ehh.. magics magic! It's all the same and they bleed the same too!"
OOC
I'll give Fenton advantage on the first roll!
They'll need 3 successes though. They can all be intimidation or other skills. So Fenton can roll one more time ^^
Maggwyn finally looks up as the conversation starts to get heated. "Meatheads" she grumbles as she stands up and jumps out of the wagon all in one smooth move...
Acrobatics if needed: 8 (lol)
She doesn't quite make the landing as she stumbles a bit on the ground, but doesn't let it affect her composure. "Yes, but I bet you all bleed easier. Please.. let me check and find out for sure." and she smiles maliciously, waiting for her answer.
Fenton taking advantage of one debating with the fact that he claims to be holy holds his ground.
"Born a noble, I am a mageborn, and one if the sacred flame, I walk between three worlds. Three worlds that can all ruin your life and soul in this life and the next." ((15 intimidation))
They look a bit nervous by Fenton's display but they snicker a bit at Maggwyn's trip up. The man grabs his mace looking dead serious into Fenton's eyes no longer taking him as a joke.
"Maybe you're the real deal, maybe not but I've seen paladin upstarts trying to scare us with the same spiel."
He looks to Maggwyn.
"Bah, your a tiefling you shouldn't even be on his side! You should be helping us make another big score, you really wanna travel with sticks in the mud like them?"
OOC
Fenton can roll me a second one or someone else can make another check!
"I would feel offended for being called a dropout, but that would mean I would care and that if I was really a dropout." Fazil said calmly, tapping his wand on his spellbook, ready to cast another spell. "By mean, continue to talk. Give me more reasons to end your lives."
Intimidation Check: 13