Vondal tries to mimic Adrom. Something about seeing the female elf however -- something deeper than just fear -- shakes the gold dwarf to the point of squeezing his eyes shut, and silently mouthing prayers to Mouradin, Mya, and a few other dwarven deities with his hands clasped together for resolve.
"Greetings, fair Agatha," Zander begins, sounding very different than usual, each of his words laced with honey, "I do apologize on behalf of me and my friends here for intruding upon your lovely home. We wish you no harm," he glares over to Adrom and Vondal, "Regardless of what my friends here are doing. How rude, doing such things in the presence of this fair lady!" He turns back to Agatha, a smile back on his face. "I do apologize for them, my lady. They know not what they do. Now, on to the heart of the matter, the whole reason for our coming here. We have a small favor to ask of you, nothing very big, just a little bit of information. And you will not go empty handed for your troubles." As he says this, he produces the comb and shows it to her. "A lovely comb, for your lovely hair. All you need to do to get it is tell us all you know about the location of a spellbook that once belonged to someone named Bowgentle."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
The ghostly figure smiles with cold amusement. "Very well," she says. "A spellbook once belonging to the legendary mage Bowgentle was in my possession, but I traded it to a necromancer named Tsernoth from the city of Iriaebor more than 100 years ago. I do not know what became of the book afterward." She slowly sweeps an arm in front of her as if under water. "I have answered your question, now leave the trinket and go."
Vondal stops his silent prayers, glaring half-heartedly at Zander for the comments. But one chance glance up at the Banshee set the dwarf back to at least keeping his head bowed, but ears just a little more open for any signs of danger. After sighing in relief towards the end, Vondal only lingers behind for Zander's sake, but more than gladly keeps his pace brisk once the group moved out.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Nif just watches the whole exchange silently, not quite sure what he is seeing. Not wanting to annoy the banshee, he is ready to go back and talk to Uncle Karl.
(@All: Oookay. Think its been long enough. Unless Karl or Zander had some parting words to give to scary banshee lady, shall we move on to Conberry and beyond to pick up some Orc trails?)
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In case it looks like Zander is going to forget to hand over the comb, Karl turns to him “listen young un, Dwarves aren’t known for over promising and under delivering. Give her the comb you promised and we can get onto breaking Orcish heads”
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DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond DM - Four bards walk into a bar... Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Zander leaves the comb and thanks her cheerily for the information, but when he leaves he returns to his normal dour self.
"Well, that was helpful," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I suppose we can return with the information of its whereabouts, and that should be enough."
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Once the group is well and good out of earshot of the Banshee(as far as anyone knows), Vondal nods while warily keeping an eye on the surroundings. "It would 'ave been interesting to have recovered the book itself. But the sister was a wise one preferring the location. How she intends to possibly recover it, and for true purpose..." He shrugs. "It at least is starting to beg question about nature of some in town, but... eh!" Zander receives a hardy clap on the back. "That is days later us problem. Right now, we focus on Orcs, get back, resupply, and perhaps even better equip ourselves for what will no doubt be a more harrowing attempt at rescuing Gundren."
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
(@All: Only 40!? Alright gang. Time to go back and kill us a banshee to score mission xp AND the kill.) (P.S... Totally joking the btw. Anything you need DM as far as start point or what have you for the wild Orc hunt?)
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The party heads back to Conyberry, then by continuing to get glimpses of Wyvern Tor in the distance, they set their steps in the mountain's direction. The terrain is tougher going through the foothills, though not too difficult. As they are about to start thinking, but not yet speaking, about setting up a campsite for the night, they crest a low ridge and spy in the dying daylight the crumbling ruins of an old watchtower standing amid the rugged hills. The place is so old that the walls are only mounds of rubble enclosing a courtyard of sorts, adjacent to the broken stump of an old tower. A colorful tent has been set up in the middle of the courtyard, but no one is in sight.
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Vondal tries to mimic Adrom. Something about seeing the female elf however -- something deeper than just fear -- shakes the gold dwarf to the point of squeezing his eyes shut, and silently mouthing prayers to Mouradin, Mya, and a few other dwarven deities with his hands clasped together for resolve.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Greetings, fair Agatha," Zander begins, sounding very different than usual, each of his words laced with honey, "I do apologize on behalf of me and my friends here for intruding upon your lovely home. We wish you no harm," he glares over to Adrom and Vondal, "Regardless of what my friends here are doing. How rude, doing such things in the presence of this fair lady!" He turns back to Agatha, a smile back on his face. "I do apologize for them, my lady. They know not what they do. Now, on to the heart of the matter, the whole reason for our coming here. We have a small favor to ask of you, nothing very big, just a little bit of information. And you will not go empty handed for your troubles." As he says this, he produces the comb and shows it to her. "A lovely comb, for your lovely hair. All you need to do to get it is tell us all you know about the location of a spellbook that once belonged to someone named Bowgentle."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Zander, roll a persuasion check with advantage.
Persuasion: 16
(first roll wasn't working, had to edit it)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
( Don't forget the Bless... you have a d4 to add ;) )
PbP Character: A few ;)
Bless: 2
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
The ghostly figure smiles with cold amusement. "Very well," she says. "A spellbook once belonging to the legendary mage Bowgentle was in my possession, but I traded it to a necromancer named Tsernoth from the city of Iriaebor more than 100 years ago. I do not know what became of the book afterward." She slowly sweeps an arm in front of her as if under water. "I have answered your question, now leave the trinket and go."
Vondal stops his silent prayers, glaring half-heartedly at Zander for the comments. But one chance glance up at the Banshee set the dwarf back to at least keeping his head bowed, but ears just a little more open for any signs of danger. After sighing in relief towards the end, Vondal only lingers behind for Zander's sake, but more than gladly keeps his pace brisk once the group moved out.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Nif just watches the whole exchange silently, not quite sure what he is seeing. Not wanting to annoy the banshee, he is ready to go back and talk to Uncle Karl.
(@All: Oookay. Think its been long enough. Unless Karl or Zander had some parting words to give to scary banshee lady, shall we move on to Conberry and beyond to pick up some Orc trails?)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Yup
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
OOC: Sorry. I was giving Wooby a chance to respond, but I'm guessing he missed the notification or forgot about it (like I did). Let me prod him.
(Sorry, I missed it, I'm ready)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Do you leave the comb? Do you say anything? Give me something to work with, please.
In case it looks like Zander is going to forget to hand over the comb, Karl turns to him “listen young un, Dwarves aren’t known for over promising and under delivering. Give her the comb you promised and we can get onto breaking Orcish heads”
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Zander leaves the comb and thanks her cheerily for the information, but when he leaves he returns to his normal dour self.
"Well, that was helpful," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I suppose we can return with the information of its whereabouts, and that should be enough."
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Once the group is well and good out of earshot of the Banshee(as far as anyone knows), Vondal nods while warily keeping an eye on the surroundings. "It would 'ave been interesting to have recovered the book itself. But the sister was a wise one preferring the location. How she intends to possibly recover it, and for true purpose..." He shrugs. "It at least is starting to beg question about nature of some in town, but... eh!" Zander receives a hardy clap on the back. "That is days later us problem. Right now, we focus on Orcs, get back, resupply, and perhaps even better equip ourselves for what will no doubt be a more harrowing attempt at rescuing Gundren."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
OOC: Everyone earns another 40 XP.
(@All: Only 40!? Alright gang. Time to go back and kill us a banshee to score mission xp AND the kill.)
(P.S... Totally joking the btw. Anything you need DM as far as start point or what have you for the wild Orc hunt?)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
OOC: I guess I'll move us forward.
The party heads back to Conyberry, then by continuing to get glimpses of Wyvern Tor in the distance, they set their steps in the mountain's direction. The terrain is tougher going through the foothills, though not too difficult. As they are about to start thinking, but not yet speaking, about setting up a campsite for the night, they crest a low ridge and spy in the dying daylight the crumbling ruins of an old watchtower standing amid the rugged hills. The place is so old that the walls are only mounds of rubble enclosing a courtyard of sorts, adjacent to the broken stump of an old tower. A colorful tent has been set up in the middle of the courtyard, but no one is in sight.