OOC > You were all very kind. The "little one" is 15, but had a case of the fall down and faints, so it was somewhat concerning. Back now.
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Criella sits tentatively at the table. "Thank you," she says. "You are very kind to a stranger, kinder than my neighbors have been." She says that last with some venom in her voice. "My name is Criella, and I own a small plot south and west of here. I purchased it not three months ago, along with a small stock of sheep. It has been my... plan? It is not a dream, is it, to live a simple life? It had stood empty for years, I was told, owned by one of the lords of Waterdeep. But now," she gratefully drinks a little, "Now it seems I am without even that."
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"Did someone take your house? Why do your neighbors not help you?" Jorin says, concern plain in his voice. Then he realizes he never introduced himself and adds, "I am Jorin, by the way. It is nice to meet you."
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As Criella mentions a small plot of land and simple life a Mrs. Brinarei's eyes grow wide and a look at hangs somewhere between joy and sadness grows on her face. She moves in front of the chair, Jorin had pulled out for her. After Mrs. Brinarei's book and glass of wine are set down in front of her the chair behind the old Teifling pushes forward and Mrs' Brinarei sits down. She takes deep breath...
"It's okay, Dear go on" Says Mrs Brinarei as Mortimer jumps on her laps and curls ups purring gently.
Criella nods at your questions, then appreciatively at Mrs. Brinarei. "Until six months ago, I was a page for the Knights of the Unicorn, a group of sellsword adventurers. But I did not long for that life. I saved, and left the group to find my way. This is a simple life, but one I thought to cherish. But soon after I moved in, there were papers posted about 'infernal influences' and I could not buy grain for less than twice the market value. Children would run from me at market, and even those who were friendly began to shun me, though with sorrow in their eyes."
She pointedly does not look around.
"You know, surely, how people can be when they are told to be frightened. But in the last week it has gotten much worse. It began with noises at night, then the sheep were let loose. I found dolls made of sticks, perhaps meant to be of me? My fruit trees were burned two days ago, and then today, I came back from a survey of the fencing to find two of my sheep slaughtered, the rest scattered... I am... I am afraid to stay the night in my own home now."
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OOC for all > As I have been imagining it, in the less cosmopolitan areas, and among the non-adventuring populace, the infernal heritage of a Tiefling makes them stand out, and much that stands out is open to misunderstanding. That said, Criella suffers from a very strong infernal phenotype, very red skin, large, thick horns, fangs, a tail, red pupils (when her natural thaumaturgy isn't making her eyes glow). While the Dashing Satyr is only a day's travel from Waterdeep, the people here definitely qualify as "non-adventuring."
Jorin, your Insight roll is a good one. Private message incoming.
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Drusk is keeping an eye on Jorin, if he makes any unusual reaction.
For now, he is making sympathetic "hmm" and "uh-huh" noises to Criella's story, as the half-orc growing up in an elf village understands being treated as an outsider.
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"Oh my that is awful..." Mrs. Brinarei rests one of her hands on Criella's shoulder "... , but you can't show them weakness. You can't let them know it bothers you. You must be strong, strong like the blood that courses through your veins."She pulls her hand back, rests it on top of the other in her lap and looks around at the adventures at the table.
"I apologize for intruding, young men, but I could not ignore a fellow Teifling's distress. I have suffered the same treatment all my life and her story is one that is all too familiar. Please, if I have overstayed my welcome, let me know and I will be on my way and do what I can on my own to comfort this poor soul"
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Vanja's fists slowly clench on the table at the talk of someone being ostracized from a community just for being different. Still not saying anything, she casts an angry glance about at the surrounding patrons to see how they are reacting to the gathering at this table.
Jorin, whose face is usually jovial, particularly around friends, softens his expression even more saying, "That is a terrible story. You are more than welcome to stay the night in our room or, if you would like, we can take you back to your home and I will guard you with my own axe until we can make your safety permanent."
He looks at what's left of the food and drink on the table, and his brows furrow at the thought of how much coin they have given these peoole.
Criella nods and smiles at the offers. "I would welcome someone to accompany me home, but I dare not go back tonight, in the cold and the dark. Though my sheep are not penned, I am certain they are better off, they can escape any treachery." She says this last more loudly, so the room can hear. "I think it is not a killing cold tonight."
"I can pay to share a room," she looks to Vanja, who offered first (back in #37). "I would appreciate not staying in a stable tonight. I have done that before," she adds darkly. "I thought I had left this hatred behind, but it seems the world did not change while I served."
A couple of the families are settling tabs and bundling up to leave. A few others, too. Most seem to have finished or be finishing their meals. Wan Bai makes some entreaties about staying for more drink, how it's a cold night, but most of the patrons seem to be interested in getting home before the cold sets in. Or something.
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Drusk shares room information with Vanja. If anything unusual happens during the night, it would help to know which door to bang on (instead of pounding on all the doors until the correct one is found).
Hildigrim is camped out in Drusk's room (post #4). Jorin was invited (post #3), but he hasn't said whether he got his own room or needed to crash in Drusk's room.
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OOC > Nothing will happen overnight, so don't break your brains making if/then declarations. ;) You can role play it a little, (if someone wants to tell off Wan Bai, please feel free!) or just let me know who is sleeping in whose room.
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"Payment isn't necessary," Vanja responds, "it's already been paid for."
She casts another glance around the room, though her expression has softened somewhat.
"That said, while I don't think anyone here is directly responsible for what's happened to you today, it would seem that our continued presence here is unfortunately making some of the other patrons uncomfortable. In the interest of keeping the peace at least for the moment, perhaps it would be best if we retired to our rooms fairly soon?"
"Well it was a pleasure to meet you all." The old Tiefling stands up, the regular magic rigmarole of her items being lifted and carried along with her takes place. "I trust you boys will take good care this one" She puts a hand on Criella's shoulder once more "Take care darling. Don't ever let them see that they can hurt you and they will." She then starts slowly making her way back to her table. "Ms. Wan Bai, another wine please..."She yells across the nearly empty tavern "...and a saucer of milk for Mortimer."
Criella reaches out for Mrs. Brinarei’s hand as she makes to leave. “It is good to meet another who understands what it is like. Van... Vanja, I would not be sent to my room by these,” with a look around at those getting ready to leave, many of whom actively avoid looking at her. “Wan Bai! Let me buy a round of drinks for these good people, maybe make decency cost you a little less.”
Wan Bai looks over from where she is bidding some of her patrons a safe journey home. “One moment, ma’am,” she directs at Mrs. Brinarei, pointedly ignoring Criella.
Eventually, when the place is mostly empty, Wan Bai comes over with more wine and a saucer of milk. Then to Criella, “I wish you would be more civil, Criella. These are not bad people. It took them a long time to accept me for anything more than an outsider,” she displays her tattoos prominently. “You have been here not even a full season.”
Criella makes to argue, but Wan Bai stops her. “I do not know what is going on at your stead. I do not think any of the farmers would go so far as to kill your stock. These strangers have already offered to go with you in the morning to settle your fears. In the meantime, if you would just keep your tongue in your mouth,” she adds, just as she was starting to sound nice.
As Mrs. Brinarei vacates her chair, Hildigrim finally moves from the stock still position he had been holding ... but not much. His eyes stay on Criella as he begins speaking.
"I've never heard of these Knights of the Unicorn. Are they a good sort of adventurers? What kind of work did you do for them? Are you an adventurer? Are the Knights from around here? Is that why you settled here? Do you know which lord of Waterdeep used to own your land? Why did you decide to farm sheep? Is there good profit in that? The actions taken to try to run you off seem extensive. Is there anyone in particular that you suspect might hold a grudge against you? Someone you made mad?" And finally, "Where is your family?"
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OOC: No worries, Ming. Hope the little one feels better soon.
OOC: Yeah hope they feel better soon
OOC > You were all very kind. The "little one" is 15, but had a case of the fall down and faints, so it was somewhat concerning. Back now.
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Criella sits tentatively at the table. "Thank you," she says. "You are very kind to a stranger, kinder than my neighbors have been." She says that last with some venom in her voice. "My name is Criella, and I own a small plot south and west of here. I purchased it not three months ago, along with a small stock of sheep. It has been my... plan? It is not a dream, is it, to live a simple life? It had stood empty for years, I was told, owned by one of the lords of Waterdeep. But now," she gratefully drinks a little, "Now it seems I am without even that."
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Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
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"Did someone take your house? Why do your neighbors not help you?" Jorin says, concern plain in his voice. Then he realizes he never introduced himself and adds, "I am Jorin, by the way. It is nice to meet you."
Drusk follows Jorin's lead and names himself. Drusk sees that the drink has calmed Criella a bit, so pours the last of the sah-kay into her cup.
"Dreams, at least the pleasant ones, are worth holding on to. What happened to your dream?"
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Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
As Criella mentions a small plot of land and simple life a Mrs. Brinarei's eyes grow wide and a look at hangs somewhere between joy and sadness grows on her face. She moves in front of the chair, Jorin had pulled out for her. After Mrs. Brinarei's book and glass of wine are set down in front of her the chair behind the old Teifling pushes forward and Mrs' Brinarei sits down. She takes deep breath...
"It's okay, Dear go on" Says Mrs Brinarei as Mortimer jumps on her laps and curls ups purring gently.
Criella nods at your questions, then appreciatively at Mrs. Brinarei. "Until six months ago, I was a page for the Knights of the Unicorn, a group of sellsword adventurers. But I did not long for that life. I saved, and left the group to find my way. This is a simple life, but one I thought to cherish. But soon after I moved in, there were papers posted about 'infernal influences' and I could not buy grain for less than twice the market value. Children would run from me at market, and even those who were friendly began to shun me, though with sorrow in their eyes."
She pointedly does not look around.
"You know, surely, how people can be when they are told to be frightened. But in the last week it has gotten much worse. It began with noises at night, then the sheep were let loose. I found dolls made of sticks, perhaps meant to be of me? My fruit trees were burned two days ago, and then today, I came back from a survey of the fencing to find two of my sheep slaughtered, the rest scattered... I am... I am afraid to stay the night in my own home now."
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Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
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Jorin listens intently trying to discern if there is anything she may be leaving out of the story. Insight: 13
OoC: How are teiflings generally treated in this part of the realm, ie Waterdeep and the surrounding area?
OOC for all > As I have been imagining it, in the less cosmopolitan areas, and among the non-adventuring populace, the infernal heritage of a Tiefling makes them stand out, and much that stands out is open to misunderstanding. That said, Criella suffers from a very strong infernal phenotype, very red skin, large, thick horns, fangs, a tail, red pupils (when her natural thaumaturgy isn't making her eyes glow). While the Dashing Satyr is only a day's travel from Waterdeep, the people here definitely qualify as "non-adventuring."
Jorin, your Insight roll is a good one. Private message incoming.
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Drusk is keeping an eye on Jorin, if he makes any unusual reaction.
For now, he is making sympathetic "hmm" and "uh-huh" noises to Criella's story, as the half-orc growing up in an elf village understands being treated as an outsider.
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Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
"Oh my that is awful..." Mrs. Brinarei rests one of her hands on Criella's shoulder "... , but you can't show them weakness. You can't let them know it bothers you. You must be strong, strong like the blood that courses through your veins." She pulls her hand back, rests it on top of the other in her lap and looks around at the adventures at the table.
"I apologize for intruding, young men, but I could not ignore a fellow Teifling's distress. I have suffered the same treatment all my life and her story is one that is all too familiar. Please, if I have overstayed my welcome, let me know and I will be on my way and do what I can on my own to comfort this poor soul"
Vanja's fists slowly clench on the table at the talk of someone being ostracized from a community just for being different. Still not saying anything, she casts an angry glance about at the surrounding patrons to see how they are reacting to the gathering at this table.
Insight: 18
Jorin, whose face is usually jovial, particularly around friends, softens his expression even more saying, "That is a terrible story. You are more than welcome to stay the night in our room or, if you would like, we can take you back to your home and I will guard you with my own axe until we can make your safety permanent."
He looks at what's left of the food and drink on the table, and his brows furrow at the thought of how much coin they have given these peoole.
Criella nods and smiles at the offers. "I would welcome someone to accompany me home, but I dare not go back tonight, in the cold and the dark. Though my sheep are not penned, I am certain they are better off, they can escape any treachery." She says this last more loudly, so the room can hear. "I think it is not a killing cold tonight."
"I can pay to share a room," she looks to Vanja, who offered first (back in #37). "I would appreciate not staying in a stable tonight. I have done that before," she adds darkly. "I thought I had left this hatred behind, but it seems the world did not change while I served."
A couple of the families are settling tabs and bundling up to leave. A few others, too. Most seem to have finished or be finishing their meals. Wan Bai makes some entreaties about staying for more drink, how it's a cold night, but most of the patrons seem to be interested in getting home before the cold sets in. Or something.
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Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
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Drusk shares room information with Vanja. If anything unusual happens during the night, it would help to know which door to bang on (instead of pounding on all the doors until the correct one is found).
Hildigrim is camped out in Drusk's room (post #4). Jorin was invited (post #3), but he hasn't said whether he got his own room or needed to crash in Drusk's room.
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Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
OOC > Nothing will happen overnight, so don't break your brains making if/then declarations. ;) You can role play it a little, (if someone wants to tell off Wan Bai, please feel free!) or just let me know who is sleeping in whose room.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
"Payment isn't necessary," Vanja responds, "it's already been paid for."
She casts another glance around the room, though her expression has softened somewhat.
"That said, while I don't think anyone here is directly responsible for what's happened to you today, it would seem that our continued presence here is unfortunately making some of the other patrons uncomfortable. In the interest of keeping the peace at least for the moment, perhaps it would be best if we retired to our rooms fairly soon?"
Mrs. Brinarei nods at Vanja.
"Well it was a pleasure to meet you all." The old Tiefling stands up, the regular magic rigmarole of her items being lifted and carried along with her takes place. "I trust you boys will take good care this one" She puts a hand on Criella's shoulder once more "Take care darling. Don't ever let them see that they can hurt you and they will." She then starts slowly making her way back to her table. "Ms. Wan Bai, another wine please..." She yells across the nearly empty tavern "...and a saucer of milk for Mortimer."
Criella reaches out for Mrs. Brinarei’s hand as she makes to leave. “It is good to meet another who understands what it is like. Van... Vanja, I would not be sent to my room by these,” with a look around at those getting ready to leave, many of whom actively avoid looking at her. “Wan Bai! Let me buy a round of drinks for these good people, maybe make decency cost you a little less.”
Wan Bai looks over from where she is bidding some of her patrons a safe journey home. “One moment, ma’am,” she directs at Mrs. Brinarei, pointedly ignoring Criella.
Eventually, when the place is mostly empty, Wan Bai comes over with more wine and a saucer of milk. Then to Criella, “I wish you would be more civil, Criella. These are not bad people. It took them a long time to accept me for anything more than an outsider,” she displays her tattoos prominently. “You have been here not even a full season.”
Criella makes to argue, but Wan Bai stops her. “I do not know what is going on at your stead. I do not think any of the farmers would go so far as to kill your stock. These strangers have already offered to go with you in the morning to settle your fears. In the meantime, if you would just keep your tongue in your mouth,” she adds, just as she was starting to sound nice.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
As Mrs. Brinarei vacates her chair, Hildigrim finally moves from the stock still position he had been holding ... but not much. His eyes stay on Criella as he begins speaking.
"I've never heard of these Knights of the Unicorn. Are they a good sort of adventurers? What kind of work did you do for them? Are you an adventurer? Are the Knights from around here? Is that why you settled here? Do you know which lord of Waterdeep used to own your land? Why did you decide to farm sheep? Is there good profit in that? The actions taken to try to run you off seem extensive. Is there anyone in particular that you suspect might hold a grudge against you? Someone you made mad?" And finally, "Where is your family?"