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Eladrin rolls:
Grant, I'm going to try to take advantage of the Eladrin heritage more. It might be a little weird since I haven't been doing that from the start, but let's try it out.
Today's season: 4, Winter
Cantrip: Chill Touch
Personality trait: 3, A penny spent is a penny lost forever.
Flaw: 2, Nothing matters to you, and you allow others to guide your actions.
Fey Step: When you use your Fey Step, one creature of your choice that you can see within 5 feet of you before you teleport must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or be frightened of you until the end of your next turn.
Lukian takes a knee once he is on the ground, placing a hand on the earth and bowing his head. After a moment of silent prayer, he stands. He checks one last time to make sure he has all of his equipment, then waits for the others to decide his next steps.
OOC: Did Zeph give the books to Lukian, or were they just borrowed for the trip?
Meiva hurries from the castle as soon as the group is ready, sighing with relief as soon as her feet touch the ground again. She says a silent prayer to Silvanus.
After diligently going about with her goblins in making sure everything (with exception of Beedo's Wall Body impression) was tidied up, and that Torunn was seen to as well, the trio stood in a triangular formation before Zephyros. As one the trio snap into a salute, and bowed slightly at the waist. The morning prayer and exercise long since complete, Beedo and Vark assist in either helping Torunn pack up and/or Gol get ready to move before taking their customary position in the back of the cart... Once Zephros has of course done any magic shenigans to make the process even possible like last time.
They avoid meeting anyones gaze, and in Beedo's surprising case, say not a word throughout it all. Before mounting up herself to coach Mr. G, D.O.R.K approaches Meiva to give a far less formal bow. "My apologies for yesterdays oversight. It was this units intent to see to escort you to the roof, so that you may need not be alone in examining Lord Zephros' pets. I shall endeavour to correct this behavior in the future. Addendum. Please notify this unit in the future of any similar breeches of protocol."
(@Paladin: If you haven't already, don't forget to add the Bag of Holding to your sheet. As Vark never got it back, or asked for it after. The same should go for at least 3 pinches of pixie dust.)
(@Grant & Zip: Aside from what was mentioned in a P.M, did Torunn have enough time to complete Vark's longsword using channel divinity and maybe some after additions to get the coatable flame sword qualities? Or is that still in the works presumeably to get like materials for involving Alchemist Fire? And is safe to assume Beedo's Owlbear Hide is complete.)
(@DDP: Safe to assume for now that Lukian doesn't mention what he saw?)
Triboar & its surrounds - Day 4, Third Ten-day, Month of Eleasis
As Lukian is checking his equipment, Zephyros hands over two of the books (The Ordning, Its Genesis and Problems – A discussion & The Cultural, Historical & Physiological Differences between the Giant Races – A study) both of which were written by him, that they have been discussing "you may find these of use in your journey so please consider them a permanent loan."
DORK mounts to the driver's position and Lukian (the party notice that Lukian appears to be deep in thought, only answering questions/comments with a grunt and his face appears to be almost washed out as opposed to the bright ruddiness they have seen previously), Meiva and Toruun mount to their position in the Howdah whilst Devin takes a place to just to the right of Golemogote. DORK gives the command "suta"and with a grumble and a tremendous fart, Beddo and Vark find themselves somewhat overwhelmed with the stench of fermented and rotting fruit, starts to move forward.
The party follows a trail out of the hills and after a mile join up to a major road that is heading north. They follow the road north - see map - and after passing a few isolated farms come to a large field (A12, B12, A13 & B13) on their left-hand side which is very overgrown. On the same side on a hill about 30' above the road - which continues in a cutting - they can see a large field surrounded by a low hedge of hawthorn which is covered in white flowers. On the right hand side at the same height (i.e. 30' above the road) they can see a graveyard (E12, F12 & G13).
At the end of the cutting they can just make out (F10) what looks like an Inn/Tavern of some sort, however it is too far away to make out the sign in detail as the party is in what is effectively A16.
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As they are disembarking from the castle, Torunn calls for Vark and Beedo. When the goblins approach he holds out the modified longsword. "Here is the sword you requested. I do not have any oil that you can put into the sword to ignite it, but you can obtain that easily enough. I have put a small hole running up the middle of the sword, with a cap on the handle that allows you to fill it with fuel." he says pointing out the different aspects as he describes them. "As you can see there are holes in the sword that allow the flames to flair and breath up and down the sword. The one thing I have to warn you is this is experimental and I do not know how this will impact the durability of the sword."
Approved by the DM: 1d4 fire damage but on crit fail the sword breaks.
Torunn then turns to Beedo. "Ahh, my so-called apprentice. As I remember, you wanted to learn some tools of the trade and I specifically told you the armour was your project that I would oversee, not complete myself. And I can't remember the last time you have put much work into it." He says as he points to the pile of pieces of owlbear hides behind him. "So I would say that it is not completed." Torunn waits for a moment, to let it sink in for Beedo. "I am many things, grumpy, stubborn and unsocial, but unfair is not one. The armor may still need some work from you but I can't let Vark have a gift and none for you." He says as he goes over to his pile of belongings. As he walks back, Beedo may notice that in his hands are two gloves made from the owlbears paws. "Try these on, I am pretty sure I got the measurements right."
1d4 slashing
Once this is done, Torunn will shoo away the goblins, after giving Beedo one last reminder that he needs work on his armour. He then packs up his temporary workshop, thanks Zephyros for both the transport and the space for him to work before following the others to Trboar.
As they are disembarking from the castle, Torunn calls for Vark and Beedo. When the goblins approach he holds out the modified longsword. "Here is the sword you requested. I do not have any oil that you can put into the sword to ignite it, but you can obtain that easily enough. I have put a small hole running up the middle of the sword, with a cap on the handle that allows you to fill it with fuel." he says pointing out the different aspects as he describes them. "As you can see there are holes in the sword that allow the flames to flair and breath up and down the sword. The one thing I have to warn you is this is experimental and I do not know how this will impact the durability of the sword."
Vark takes the blade reverently, but hangs on Torunn's ever word. After a few mumbled tries he gives up altogether to just slap Torunn on the shoulder in a friendly way, and gives him a firm nod in thanks. "Good on ya, Big T!"And it is off to the cart to get inevitably farted on. A feat he and Beedo later endures with all the stoicism of a bunch of jocks drunk off their butts.
Torunn then turns to Beedo. "Ahh, my so-called apprentice. As I remember, you wanted to learn some tools of the trade and I specifically told you the armour was your project that I would oversee, not complete myself. And I can't remember the last time you have put much work into it." He says as he points to the pile of pieces of owlbear hides behind him. "So I would say that it is not completed." Torunn waits for a moment, to let it sink in for Beedo. "I am many things, grumpy, stubborn and unsocial, but unfair is not one. The armor may still need some work from you but I can't let Vark have a gift and none for you." He says as he goes over to his pile of belongings. As he walks back, Beedo may notice that in his hands are two gloves made from the owlbears paws. "Try these on, I am pretty sure I got the measurements right."
Beedo sputters, and several times raises his finger as if to raise a point, only to scowl at some unspoken thought. Eventually, he sighs in defeat. "In my defense. I /did/ do some work on it. Just not, ya know, a lot. I mean c'mon, BLT. See'n ya work on 'at doozey 'ere?" He gestures to Torunn's gun. "It gets kinda 'ypnotizing fer a bit. 'alf 'e time I go to bed, 'nd plum forgot... Sorry." The looks away embarrassed at first, but promptly toss any such feeling aside in favor of awe over the gloves. Gloves he wasted no time practice with even after getting back in the cart. Though before getting too carried away, he gives Torunn one a pat on the shoulder similar to Vark, as well as toothy grin. "I don't care wat 'e o'ers say be'ind yer back 'bout ya BLT. Yer fricken awesome. 'nd I promise -- I PROMISE to get work'n back on 'at armor soon as 'eres more free time."
The whole time during the approach to Triboar, D.O.R.K examines everything in as great an interest as Golemogote allows while minding him. Those that see her know by now she sought defenses, both natural and manmade leading into the village, patrolmen, and faults in the placement or lack thereof of the previous two. Her attention lingers in particular on the graveyard
".... We should prioritize meeting with the town's council or head before getting too settled in. And upon any leads or rumors detailing nearby magical artifacts or rumors that may pretrain to previous Giant occupation in the past." D.O.R.K looks back to Lukian, pauses, then glances to Meiva. "Query: Your kin seems to have undergone some sort of alteration? Additional Query: Is this normal? I have read that it is possible for your people to change genders over a period of time, and thus wonder if this another boon of your unique heritage." She asks, caring not who overheard at the moment.
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(@Paladin: If you haven't already, don't forget to add the Bag of Holding to your sheet. As Vark never got it back, or asked for it after. The same should go for at least 3 pinches of pixie dust.)
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OOC-I thought Devin had just looked at it and then gave it back to Vark. I had completely forgotten about it. I have added it to my sheet so I don't forget about it again.
*While packing to leave Zeph's castle*
As Devin packs his gear to head into Triboar he finds the bag of holding and the pixie dust. He goes and finds Vark.
"Hey, I thought I gave this back to you but I guess not. Here's that bag you let me look at. Did you ever figure out what that pixie dust did? "
Vark looks back and forth between Devin and the bag, screwed up his face as if just tasted something sour, then relaxes with one big huff. "Not yet. Beedo might later... And you need more 'en me." He turns back to his own pack, and after turning out his pockets for any loose glass shards, joins the rest of the acolytes. "Probably turn it out if I were ya. In case 'eres any more of 'em wind spooks 'idden in a folds er some'n."He calls back over his shoulder.
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"I guess I wish I had taken the chance to experiment when I had the chance. Too late now. "
Seeing that Vark didn't want the bag back he puts it with his own stuff. While doing so he checks to make sure no one is watching and he opens it up and double checks there isn't anything or anyone else in the bag.
"Town council? Probably a good idea. That tavern looks like a good place to start at. They'll know who is who in town and will be able to point us in the right direction. We should start there."
Devin will stop there and enter the tavern as they make their way into town if there is no opposition to the plan.
Devin will stop there and enter the tavern as they make their way into town.
As the party approaches the Tavern, they can distinguish the sign better which is of three boars surrounded at the cardinal points by crossed swords (top), crossed spears (right), crossed warhammers (bottom) and crossed cross-bows (left). Standing at the entrance is a humanoid figure with reddish skin, and long black hair held back by a leather band which exposed that much to the surprise of the party the figure has a set of curling ram's horns who is polishing a mug."Ho strangers, welcome to Triboar, horse capital of the world - well the Dessarin Valley anyway! What can I do for you, good food, clean rooms, strong ale?"
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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]
"Greetings, I am Devin and I am sure good food and clean rooms will be needed. There is a dwarf among us so strong ale will likely be needed at some point as well. Can I assume this establishment is yours and you can provide such things for us? Right now though we seek information. Is there a town council or mayor, some leadership here that we could meet with? "
Devin is glad of the education the House of Wonders gave him in the years he had spent there. The streets of Waterdeep taught him to stay alive, but they certainly didn't prepare him for what he has encountered thus far on this quest. There was a time when he might have just blurted out a question, rudely, asking what the deal was with the horns. But these last few weeks he has seen amazing things. Dragons, giants, flying castles. Now a man with horns. What an amazing world!
"Good food and clean rooms will be needed. And by the way what was your name?"
The tiefling - for that was what it was - bows and says "Nemyth proud owner of the third or fourth, I can never remember which, Triboar Arms; the most reasonably priced Tavern and Inn in Triboar. I can provide you with 2 person rooms for 2 Dragons per day which includes Ale and all meals. Wine I have to charge a bit extra."He looks over at Golemogote and continues "don't see many of those up in this neck of the woods but I can stable him for 2 Shards per day."
"Right now though we seek information. Is there a town council or mayor, some leadership here that we could meet with?"
In response to Devin's other request, Nemyth says "you'd be wanting to speak to the current Lord Protector Darathara Shendrel. You can find her in the tower a couple of 100 feet up the road. Can't miss it! What do you want to talk to her about if you don't mind me asking?"
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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]
Before mounting up herself to coach Mr. G, D.O.R.K approaches Meiva to give a far less formal bow. "My apologies for yesterdays oversight. It was this units intent to see to escort you to the roof, so that you may need not be alone in examining Lord Zephros' pets. I shall endeavour to correct this behavior in the future. Addendum. Please notify this unit in the future of any similar breeches of protocol."
Meiva nods stiffly, expressionless. She begins to say something, then checks herself.
".... We should prioritize meeting with the town's council or head before getting too settled in. And upon any leads or rumors detailing nearby magical artifacts or rumors that may pretrain to previous Giant occupation in the past." D.O.R.K looks back to Lukian, pauses, then glances to Meiva. "Query: Your kin seems to have undergone some sort of alteration? Additional Query: Is this normal? I have read that it is possible for your people to change genders over a period of time, and thus wonder if this another boon of your unique heritage." She asks, caring not who overheard at the moment.
Meiva frowns, glancing inadvertently at Lukian, then looking back at D.O.R.K.
"That...particular question is best asked of Lukian. I must confess that I lack more than basic knowledge of...such matters," she explains.
Meiva frowns, glancing inadvertently at Lukian, then looking back at D.O.R.K.
"That...particular question is best asked of Lukian. I must confess that I lack more than basic knowledge of...such matters," she explains.
D.O.R.K looks between Lukian and Meiva only briefly before focusing on her attention on elephant guiding and fortifications. "Understood. As the subject appears reticent at the moment to speak however, I shall refrain from further inquiry into the matter."
Standing at the entrance is a humanoid figure with reddish skin, and long black hair held back by a leather band which exposed that much to the surprise of the party the figure has a set of curling ram's horns who is polishing a mug."Ho strangers, welcome to Triboar, horse capital of the world - well the Dessarin Valley anyway! What can I do for you, good food, clean rooms, strong ale?"
The moment D.O.R.K laid eyes on the tiefling, her eyes turn red and a hand is searching around for a javelin on her person. Her knee jerk reaction comes to an abrupt end realizing being meant no harm... and Vark still possessed her armament. The shock of her actions hits her a second later, leaving her despondent. It took Vark -- who got out alongside Beedo to take over getting Golemgote stabled -- calling out to awaken her.
"K-.... Khubama." D.O.R.K commands. Although if off in her wording an exasperated Vark calls out the right one. "We have reason to believe that an event will take place here involving our current objective. More than that it is best speculation or news comes from this Lord Protector as some form of formal announcement." The living construct explains, eventually having swapped places with Vark. "A belated greetings, Lord Nempth. I am a Designated Operative of the Red Knight. But you may call me Dork, for short."She gives her customary bow. "I have two additional queries for you, Lord Nempth. Query One: Will my acolytes Vark Onefingerless and Beedo Bignose be permitted to rent a room?"She gestures to the goblins. Both of which at the time seem to stand at greater attention when gestured to, as much as any of them could. "Additional Query: What can you tell us about this Lord Protector?"
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Query One: Will my acolytes Vark Onefingerless and Beedo Bignose be permitted to rent a room?"
Nemyth looks himself up and down and then says "far be from it for me to judge a book by its cover so to speak. The goblins are welcome to a room so long as they don't steal the silver or molest the goats. I would however suggest they not wander around to freely in the town though. Some of the outlying ranches have been subjected to raids by Orcs and Goblins and people may think they, and you, are some sort of spies!"
What can you tell us about this Lord Protector?"
"Can't say I know a lot about the Lord Protector. She has lived in the town for about five years or so and was elected Lord Protector just over 12 months ago and has about 12 months to go in her term. From what I hear people are happy with her and if she stands again will probably get re-elected!"he replies to DORK's question.
When Dork asks Meiva about Lukian, he looks between the two quickly, then returns his eyes to the passing landscape.
Now ...
Lukian stands to the side and listens, his eyes moving from speaker to speaker. At any lulls, his eyes return to Nemyth to take in his visage completely.
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Eladrin rolls:
Grant, I'm going to try to take advantage of the Eladrin heritage more. It might be a little weird since I haven't been doing that from the start, but let's try it out.
Today's season: 4, Winter
Cantrip: Chill Touch
Personality trait: 3, A penny spent is a penny lost forever.
Flaw: 2, Nothing matters to you, and you allow others to guide your actions.
Fey Step: When you use your Fey Step, one creature of your choice that you can see within 5 feet of you before you teleport must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or be frightened of you until the end of your next turn.
Lukian takes a knee once he is on the ground, placing a hand on the earth and bowing his head. After a moment of silent prayer, he stands. He checks one last time to make sure he has all of his equipment, then waits for the others to decide his next steps.
OOC: Did Zeph give the books to Lukian, or were they just borrowed for the trip?
"Zeph, are you joining us?"
After helping get Gol out and hooked up Devin stands beside the beast.
"I'm going to walk today. 10 days in the castle, I really need to stretch my legs."
When the party is ready he'll walk beside Gol and head for town.
Meiva hurries from the castle as soon as the group is ready, sighing with relief as soon as her feet touch the ground again. She says a silent prayer to Silvanus.
And that's all I have to say about that.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Triboar & its surrounds - Day 4, Third Ten-day, Month of Eleasis
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
As they are disembarking from the castle, Torunn calls for Vark and Beedo. When the goblins approach he holds out the modified longsword. "Here is the sword you requested. I do not have any oil that you can put into the sword to ignite it, but you can obtain that easily enough. I have put a small hole running up the middle of the sword, with a cap on the handle that allows you to fill it with fuel." he says pointing out the different aspects as he describes them. "As you can see there are holes in the sword that allow the flames to flair and breath up and down the sword. The one thing I have to warn you is this is experimental and I do not know how this will impact the durability of the sword."
Approved by the DM: 1d4 fire damage but on crit fail the sword breaks.
Torunn then turns to Beedo. "Ahh, my so-called apprentice. As I remember, you wanted to learn some tools of the trade and I specifically told you the armour was your project that I would oversee, not complete myself. And I can't remember the last time you have put much work into it." He says as he points to the pile of pieces of owlbear hides behind him. "So I would say that it is not completed." Torunn waits for a moment, to let it sink in for Beedo. "I am many things, grumpy, stubborn and unsocial, but unfair is not one. The armor may still need some work from you but I can't let Vark have a gift and none for you." He says as he goes over to his pile of belongings. As he walks back, Beedo may notice that in his hands are two gloves made from the owlbears paws. "Try these on, I am pretty sure I got the measurements right."
1d4 slashing
Once this is done, Torunn will shoo away the goblins, after giving Beedo one last reminder that he needs work on his armour. He then packs up his temporary workshop, thanks Zephyros for both the transport and the space for him to work before following the others to Trboar.
@Orileo: No, Lukian did not mention to anyone that he spied fire giants.
Vark takes the blade reverently, but hangs on Torunn's ever word. After a few mumbled tries he gives up altogether to just slap Torunn on the shoulder in a friendly way, and gives him a firm nod in thanks. "Good on ya, Big T!" And it is off to the cart to get inevitably farted on. A feat he and Beedo later endures with all the stoicism of a bunch of jocks drunk off their butts.
Beedo sputters, and several times raises his finger as if to raise a point, only to scowl at some unspoken thought. Eventually, he sighs in defeat. "In my defense. I /did/ do some work on it. Just not, ya know, a lot. I mean c'mon, BLT. See'n ya work on 'at doozey 'ere?" He gestures to Torunn's gun. "It gets kinda 'ypnotizing fer a bit. 'alf 'e time I go to bed, 'nd plum forgot... Sorry." The looks away embarrassed at first, but promptly toss any such feeling aside in favor of awe over the gloves. Gloves he wasted no time practice with even after getting back in the cart. Though before getting too carried away, he gives Torunn one a pat on the shoulder similar to Vark, as well as toothy grin. "I don't care wat 'e o'ers say be'ind yer back 'bout ya BLT. Yer fricken awesome. 'nd I promise -- I PROMISE to get work'n back on 'at armor soon as 'eres more free time."
The whole time during the approach to Triboar, D.O.R.K examines everything in as great an interest as Golemogote allows while minding him. Those that see her know by now she sought defenses, both natural and manmade leading into the village, patrolmen, and faults in the placement or lack thereof of the previous two. Her attention lingers in particular on the graveyard
".... We should prioritize meeting with the town's council or head before getting too settled in. And upon any leads or rumors detailing nearby magical artifacts or rumors that may pretrain to previous Giant occupation in the past." D.O.R.K looks back to Lukian, pauses, then glances to Meiva. "Query: Your kin seems to have undergone some sort of alteration? Additional Query: Is this normal? I have read that it is possible for your people to change genders over a period of time, and thus wonder if this another boon of your unique heritage." She asks, caring not who overheard at the moment.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
OOC-I thought Devin had just looked at it and then gave it back to Vark. I had completely forgotten about it. I have added it to my sheet so I don't forget about it again.
*While packing to leave Zeph's castle*
As Devin packs his gear to head into Triboar he finds the bag of holding and the pixie dust. He goes and finds Vark.
"Hey, I thought I gave this back to you but I guess not. Here's that bag you let me look at. Did you ever figure out what that pixie dust did? "
Back in de past...
Vark looks back and forth between Devin and the bag, screwed up his face as if just tasted something sour, then relaxes with one big huff. "Not yet. Beedo might later... And you need more 'en me." He turns back to his own pack, and after turning out his pockets for any loose glass shards, joins the rest of the acolytes. "Probably turn it out if I were ya. In case 'eres any more of 'em wind spooks 'idden in a folds er some'n." He calls back over his shoulder.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"I guess I wish I had taken the chance to experiment when I had the chance. Too late now. "
Seeing that Vark didn't want the bag back he puts it with his own stuff. While doing so he checks to make sure no one is watching and he opens it up and double checks there isn't anything or anyone else in the bag.
Back to the future...er present ...
"Town council? Probably a good idea. That tavern looks like a good place to start at. They'll know who is who in town and will be able to point us in the right direction. We should start there."
Devin will stop there and enter the tavern as they make their way into town if there is no opposition to the plan.
Is Uncle Zeph with us?
Outside the Triboar Arms
As the party approaches the Tavern, they can distinguish the sign better which is of three boars surrounded at the cardinal points by crossed swords (top), crossed spears (right), crossed warhammers (bottom) and crossed cross-bows (left). Standing at the entrance is a humanoid figure with reddish skin, and long black hair held back by a leather band which exposed that much to the surprise of the party the figure has a set of curling ram's horns who is polishing a mug. "Ho strangers, welcome to Triboar, horse capital of the world - well the Dessarin Valley anyway! What can I do for you, good food, clean rooms, strong ale?"
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"Greetings, I am Devin and I am sure good food and clean rooms will be needed. There is a dwarf among us so strong ale will likely be needed at some point as well. Can I assume this establishment is yours and you can provide such things for us? Right now though we seek information. Is there a town council or mayor, some leadership here that we could meet with? "
Devin is glad of the education the House of Wonders gave him in the years he had spent there. The streets of Waterdeep taught him to stay alive, but they certainly didn't prepare him for what he has encountered thus far on this quest. There was a time when he might have just blurted out a question, rudely, asking what the deal was with the horns. But these last few weeks he has seen amazing things. Dragons, giants, flying castles. Now a man with horns. What an amazing world!
Instead he just asks,
"And what was your name?"
Outside the Triboar Arms
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Meiva nods stiffly, expressionless. She begins to say something, then checks herself.
Meiva frowns, glancing inadvertently at Lukian, then looking back at D.O.R.K.
"That...particular question is best asked of Lukian. I must confess that I lack more than basic knowledge of...such matters," she explains.
And that's all I have to say about that.
D.O.R.K looks between Lukian and Meiva only briefly before focusing on her attention on elephant guiding and fortifications. "Understood. As the subject appears reticent at the moment to speak however, I shall refrain from further inquiry into the matter."
The moment D.O.R.K laid eyes on the tiefling, her eyes turn red and a hand is searching around for a javelin on her person. Her knee jerk reaction comes to an abrupt end realizing being meant no harm... and Vark still possessed her armament. The shock of her actions hits her a second later, leaving her despondent. It took Vark -- who got out alongside Beedo to take over getting Golemgote stabled -- calling out to awaken her.
"K-.... Khubama." D.O.R.K commands. Although if off in her wording an exasperated Vark calls out the right one. "We have reason to believe that an event will take place here involving our current objective. More than that it is best speculation or news comes from this Lord Protector as some form of formal announcement." The living construct explains, eventually having swapped places with Vark. "A belated greetings, Lord Nempth. I am a Designated Operative of the Red Knight. But you may call me Dork, for short." She gives her customary bow. "I have two additional queries for you, Lord Nempth. Query One: Will my acolytes Vark Onefingerless and Beedo Bignose be permitted to rent a room?" She gestures to the goblins. Both of which at the time seem to stand at greater attention when gestured to, as much as any of them could. "Additional Query: What can you tell us about this Lord Protector?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Outside the Triboar Arms
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"Well Nemyth it is a pleasure to meet you."
Looking at the others,
"I think we should lodge here. We can stable Gol and then find the Lord Protector Darathara Shendrel. "
Earlier ...
When Dork asks Meiva about Lukian, he looks between the two quickly, then returns his eyes to the passing landscape.
Now ...
Lukian stands to the side and listens, his eyes moving from speaker to speaker. At any lulls, his eyes return to Nemyth to take in his visage completely.