Larry will walk up to the guards, making sure the symbol on the front of his shield is covered...."Hail good sirs.....please ignore my simpleton friend. He was saddened that you did not approve his performance and appears to have run away in shame. Although...I'm not so sure it is a bad thing if you confiscate his instrument. For the greater good and all. We are but simple adventurers who became lost at sea...and find our selves not knowing exactly where we are" ....... "Perhaps you can tell us the name of this town and the location we are at?"
Larry, please make a Persuasion check. The guards seem a little on edge after the strange omen of the fiddler appearing from nowhere, so aren't really in the most trusting mood.
Logi's eyes take on a slight glow for a moment, and behind his back he plays with a wisp of flame between his fingers. He is apprehensive, waiting for the crucial moment of gaining entry to the town and (hopefully) access to it's resources. Logi makes eye contact with Melody, raising his eyebrows in warning, before stepping forward.
"Perhaps my comrade wasn't clear, or perhaps you misheard him. Is suspicion how you normally treat travelers whose lives were recently cast upon your shores and... set on a different course? I must admit that we are at your mercy, guardsmen, but don't make the mistake that you can keep a group of six waiting waiting at your leisurely convenience. At least let us approach, or summon whatever masters you serve so that we may speak with them. We bear, I fear, important news."
The guards seem to somewhat trust the story they are being told. Their grips on the spears are loosened slightly. "Travellers, then. We don't get many here, this is Carriché. In the old tongue, it means Water's Edge."
The other guard speaks up, "You may enter, and take back this... thing." He holds out the viol. "Just don't cause trouble."
As the group walks to the entrance, the guard stops them again. "Oh, right, I forgot." He says, not seemingly cautious or defensive anymore. "If you're not from around here, you won't know the local greeting." He taps his chest twice and then raises his hand to level with and beside his face, the palm facing outward. "It is an old tradition, meaning My Heart Beats Hand in Hand With My Kin." With that, they allow passage into Carriché.
The village of Carriché isn't particularly impressive. It looks fairly primitive compared to the mighty fortresses and castles that can be expected back at home. Their simple wooden huts appear to be spaced sparingly, allowing for ease of movement between each home. The entrances appear to have simple cloth doors that people push aside to enter, as the folk of the village are making about their daily chores. There is an elderly human woman seated by a nearby house, weaving some reeds together to make baskets while an old looking dog seems to look at the party and begin barking. She tells it to quieten down, informing the group it is unused to visitors.
Larry walks over to the Elderly women....giving the salute he just learned from the guard.
"Is there a place of worship nearby? Or a town magistrate? Perhaps there is an inn we can stay at and quench our thirsts... We are not from around here"
Larry would like to investigate the town, get an idea of how many people reside here. He will also be looking for any vacant properties.
Logi will hover a few steps behind Larry, listening in while letting his gaze wander over the town, absorbing it. If/when Larry begins his investigation, Logi will accompany.
The elderly lady attempts to get a better look at the group, her eyes foggy with age. "Well, traveller, I don't know what this mager straight is, but the elder might know better. He lives just up the path in the house with the blue entryway and orange bands painted on the walls. If you're looking for shelter, Barnam has a couple of empty huts that travellers use to rest in."
Once out of earshot of the elderly woman, Giacomo sneers while speaking to the others, "There's nothing here for us. This is primitive. Lets learn what we can about the surroundings and be on our way."
"Perhaps...but perhaps we can make this place ours. I should like more servants for the Darklord....maybe we start from here...and grow. Let us go talk to the elder next."
"Perhaps...but perhaps we can make this place ours. I should like more servants for the Darklord....maybe we start from here...and grow. Let us go talk to the elder next."
Giacomo looks distraught "If you want to live in mud huts, just take one. There appear to be empty ones available."
"Giacomo. We are guests here. No need to disparage. Larry, find the elder." Logi turns away from the old lady, taking Giacomo by the shoulder as if to show him the sights. He begins to speak quietly and earnestly into his ear. "Look around. You see dirt and wretchedness - nothing useful. Larry sees souls for his god's crypts. I see opportunity. I see something we could make of ourselves. I see a stepping stone to greatness. The others hinted at it, but I will not wait. We must take initiative, seize control, and make our own destiny. Our time on the boat lent me some insight into your character, and I think we have more in common than one might think. We both pursue the same thing - excellence."
He pauses to give the salutational sign mentioned by the guards to some passersby.
"Me, in my magic, and you, in your martial arts. But neither of us will ever see our full potential if we refuse to use the resources so freely tossed our way. Fate had us in her clutches once - I intend to never let it happen again. I want you to work with me to keep that from happening - I need you to work with me. While my skills are not to trifled with, I am still perilously weak. I need your ability. Your strength, your finesse and skills. I have a plan, and I need you to play the part of enforcer. To practice your skills in creative situations. And when this is finished, if things turn out how I want them to, you will have what you want - a place to continue to perfect your arts, and a challenge worthy of your skill. What do you say? Will you work with me?"
Logi removes his hand from Giacomo's shoulder, all too aware of how close it was to being permanently removed from his arm by the fearsome monk.
"Dear Sir, may I talk with you briefly. We recently ran into some goblins not far from your villiage. Can you tell us what defenses you have here? Is there any besides the guards at the entrance? Is there any holy man or religious leader in this villiage? As well, where is the nearest town or keep?"
The group continues head up through the town, getting looks of interest from the villagers. Ahead there is a simple hut with the blue and orange patterns as described the by old lady. There is a simple cloth door, so Larry needs to knock on the door frame instead.
Upon entering, it looks like there is an elf man with wispy silver hair who appears to be speaking with a pair of villagers. He looks to the intrusion. "And you are?" He simple says, looking the stranger up and down.
"Giacomo. We are guests here. No need to disparage. Larry, find the elder." Logi turns away from the old lady, taking Giacomo by the shoulder as if to show him the sights. He begins to speak quietly and earnestly into his ear. "Look around. You see dirt and wretchedness - nothing useful. Larry sees souls for his god's crypts. I see opportunity. I see something we could make of ourselves. I see a stepping stone to greatness. The others hinted at it, but I will not wait. We must take initiative, seize control, and make our own destiny. Our time on the boat lent me some insight into your character, and I think we have more in common than one might think. We both pursue the same thing - excellence."
He pauses to give the salutational sign mentioned by the guards to some passersby.
"Me, in my magic, and you, in your martial arts. But neither of us will ever see our full potential if we refuse to use the resources so freely tossed our way. Fate had us in her clutches once - I intend to never let it happen again. I want you to work with me to keep that from happening - I need you to work with me. While my skills are not to trifled with, I am still perilously weak. I need your ability. Your strength, your finesse and skills. I have a plan, and I need you to play the part of enforcer. To practice your skills in creative situations. And when this is finished, if things turn out how I want them to, you will have what you want - a place to continue to perfect your arts, and a challenge worthy of your skill. What do you say? Will you work with me?"
Logi removes his hand from Giacomo's shoulder, all too aware of how close it was to being permanently removed from his arm by the fearsome monk.
Giacomo straightens his clothes and looks intensely at Logi, "Need I remind you of the mess Melody made? That I cleaned up? There is nothing waiting for us here but a noose if we overstay our welcome. As for the pursuit of my arts, our little encounter with the goblins has taught me that all of my studies need to be practiced in actual mortal combat to be learned fully. I doubt there is anyone here that would test any of us. If I drew my blade now and slaughtered the whole village, I doubt I would learn anything from it. There does not appear to be anything of worth to aspire to here."
"No need to remind me at all. In fact, her actions are rather the reason we are having this conversation to begin with. And between you and I, I agree entirely with your assessment of the village. But I would rebut your desire to leave so quickly - where would we go? I say this village presents an opportunity, but that's besides the point. What I want to know is this: if I put us in a situation where force is needed, will you show these peasants what a true warrior looks like?"
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Larry will walk up to the guards, making sure the symbol on the front of his shield is covered...."Hail good sirs.....please ignore my simpleton friend. He was saddened that you did not approve his performance and appears to have run away in shame. Although...I'm not so sure it is a bad thing if you confiscate his instrument. For the greater good and all. We are but simple adventurers who became lost at sea...and find our selves not knowing exactly where we are" ....... "Perhaps you can tell us the name of this town and the location we are at?"
Larry, please make a Persuasion check. The guards seem a little on edge after the strange omen of the fiddler appearing from nowhere, so aren't really in the most trusting mood.
Logi's eyes take on a slight glow for a moment, and behind his back he plays with a wisp of flame between his fingers. He is apprehensive, waiting for the crucial moment of gaining entry to the town and (hopefully) access to it's resources. Logi makes eye contact with Melody, raising his eyebrows in warning, before stepping forward.
"Perhaps my comrade wasn't clear, or perhaps you misheard him. Is suspicion how you normally treat travelers whose lives were recently cast upon your shores and... set on a different course? I must admit that we are at your mercy, guardsmen, but don't make the mistake that you can keep a group of six waiting waiting at your leisurely convenience. At least let us approach, or summon whatever masters you serve so that we may speak with them. We bear, I fear, important news."
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The guards seem to somewhat trust the story they are being told. Their grips on the spears are loosened slightly. "Travellers, then. We don't get many here, this is Carriché. In the old tongue, it means Water's Edge."
The other guard speaks up, "You may enter, and take back this... thing." He holds out the viol. "Just don't cause trouble."
Giacomo nods his head and does his best to show a smile that looks genuine.
As the group walks to the entrance, the guard stops them again. "Oh, right, I forgot." He says, not seemingly cautious or defensive anymore. "If you're not from around here, you won't know the local greeting." He taps his chest twice and then raises his hand to level with and beside his face, the palm facing outward. "It is an old tradition, meaning My Heart Beats Hand in Hand With My Kin." With that, they allow passage into Carriché.
The village of Carriché isn't particularly impressive. It looks fairly primitive compared to the mighty fortresses and castles that can be expected back at home. Their simple wooden huts appear to be spaced sparingly, allowing for ease of movement between each home. The entrances appear to have simple cloth doors that people push aside to enter, as the folk of the village are making about their daily chores. There is an elderly human woman seated by a nearby house, weaving some reeds together to make baskets while an old looking dog seems to look at the party and begin barking. She tells it to quieten down, informing the group it is unused to visitors.
Larry walks over to the Elderly women....giving the salute he just learned from the guard.
"Is there a place of worship nearby? Or a town magistrate? Perhaps there is an inn we can stay at and quench our thirsts... We are not from around here"
Larry would like to investigate the town, get an idea of how many people reside here. He will also be looking for any vacant properties.
Logi will hover a few steps behind Larry, listening in while letting his gaze wander over the town, absorbing it. If/when Larry begins his investigation, Logi will accompany.
The elderly lady attempts to get a better look at the group, her eyes foggy with age. "Well, traveller, I don't know what this mager straight is, but the elder might know better. He lives just up the path in the house with the blue entryway and orange bands painted on the walls. If you're looking for shelter, Barnam has a couple of empty huts that travellers use to rest in."
Once out of earshot of the elderly woman, Giacomo sneers while speaking to the others, "There's nothing here for us. This is primitive. Lets learn what we can about the surroundings and be on our way."
"Perhaps...but perhaps we can make this place ours. I should like more servants for the Darklord....maybe we start from here...and grow. Let us go talk to the elder next."
"Where can we find the elder, woman?" Logi asks, speaking over Larry's shoulder.
Giacomo looks distraught "If you want to live in mud huts, just take one. There appear to be empty ones available."
"Giacomo. We are guests here. No need to disparage. Larry, find the elder." Logi turns away from the old lady, taking Giacomo by the shoulder as if to show him the sights. He begins to speak quietly and earnestly into his ear. "Look around. You see dirt and wretchedness - nothing useful. Larry sees souls for his god's crypts. I see opportunity. I see something we could make of ourselves. I see a stepping stone to greatness. The others hinted at it, but I will not wait. We must take initiative, seize control, and make our own destiny. Our time on the boat lent me some insight into your character, and I think we have more in common than one might think. We both pursue the same thing - excellence."
He pauses to give the salutational sign mentioned by the guards to some passersby.
"Me, in my magic, and you, in your martial arts. But neither of us will ever see our full potential if we refuse to use the resources so freely tossed our way. Fate had us in her clutches once - I intend to never let it happen again. I want you to work with me to keep that from happening - I need you to work with me. While my skills are not to trifled with, I am still perilously weak. I need your ability. Your strength, your finesse and skills. I have a plan, and I need you to play the part of enforcer. To practice your skills in creative situations. And when this is finished, if things turn out how I want them to, you will have what you want - a place to continue to perfect your arts, and a challenge worthy of your skill. What do you say? Will you work with me?"
Logi removes his hand from Giacomo's shoulder, all too aware of how close it was to being permanently removed from his arm by the fearsome monk.
Larry will approach the elder's hut and knock.
"Dear Sir, may I talk with you briefly. We recently ran into some goblins not far from your villiage. Can you tell us what defenses you have here? Is there any besides the guards at the entrance? Is there any holy man or religious leader in this villiage? As well, where is the nearest town or keep?"
The group continues head up through the town, getting looks of interest from the villagers. Ahead there is a simple hut with the blue and orange patterns as described the by old lady. There is a simple cloth door, so Larry needs to knock on the door frame instead.
Upon entering, it looks like there is an elf man with wispy silver hair who appears to be speaking with a pair of villagers. He looks to the intrusion. "And you are?" He simple says, looking the stranger up and down.
Giacomo straightens his clothes and looks intensely at Logi, "Need I remind you of the mess Melody made? That I cleaned up? There is nothing waiting for us here but a noose if we overstay our welcome. As for the pursuit of my arts, our little encounter with the goblins has taught me that all of my studies need to be practiced in actual mortal combat to be learned fully. I doubt there is anyone here that would test any of us. If I drew my blade now and slaughtered the whole village, I doubt I would learn anything from it. There does not appear to be anything of worth to aspire to here."
"No need to remind me at all. In fact, her actions are rather the reason we are having this conversation to begin with. And between you and I, I agree entirely with your assessment of the village. But I would rebut your desire to leave so quickly - where would we go? I say this village presents an opportunity, but that's besides the point. What I want to know is this: if I put us in a situation where force is needed, will you show these peasants what a true warrior looks like?"