Seeing Sorvas by the roadside, Ayra approaches with slow, deliberate steps, her eyes fixed directly on him. "Good morning" she says in greeting, and pauses for a moment. "I understand you may have recognized the markings on the young ones in our care? Perhaps you would join us in the Inn so that we can determine if your path has crossed with ours for a reason."
I believe I recognized the markings, Sorvas says then he hesitates before responding to meeting at the inn…Gladly...I have a feeling our paths have crossed for a reason, but the question remains to what reason is that? Also a quick question before we arrive at the inn, just how many members are in your party already?
Ayra is somewhat taken aback by the man's questions. Her intention had been to right her wrong in reacting so poorly to him the previous evening, but she had not been prepared for a discussion. She does her best to answer.
"We are a fairly large group at the moment, perhaps ten or eleven in total. Most are presently in the service of a merchant, providing escort for his caravan as far as the Writ Spires. From there, we will determine our course, and I expect about six of us will continue on together.
"As for the reason our paths have crossed, I am not likely able to respond, as I myself am uncertain as to the reasons that have brought me here. Perhaps you will be able to lead us to information that will answer your questions and ours as well..."
Ayra's trails off for a moment as she thinks about the events that have led her to this point on her own journey, then she looks back up and extends her hand somewhat abruptly. "I am Ayra, I am afraid we were not properly introduced before."
Wraeven notices that Ayra has not come down to the common room. He excuses himself and goes outside to search for her. He sees that she is outside talking to Sorvas and walks over to join them.
"Morning Ayra, Sorvas." He nods to Sorvas, "So you fared alright, this close to town? Would you care to talk with everyone in the common room? I can get you some breakfast."
Ayra is somewhat taken aback by the man's questions. Her intention had been to right her wrong in reacting so poorly to him the previous evening, but she had not been prepared for a discussion. She does her best to answer.
"We are a fairly large group at the moment, perhaps ten or eleven in total. Most are presently in the service of a merchant, providing escort for his caravan as far as the Writ Spires. From there, we will determine our course, and I expect about six of us will continue on together.
"As for the reason our paths have crossed, I am not likely able to respond, as I myself am uncertain as to the reasons that have brought me here. Perhaps you will be able to lead us to information that will answer your questions and ours as well..."
Ayra's trails off for a moment as she thinks about the events that have led her to this point on her own journey, then she looks back up and extends her hand somewhat abruptly. "I am Ayra, I am afraid we were not properly introduced before."
Sorvas seems to consider her briefly before he taker her hand in his and kisses is quickly before replying,I am Sorvas, it is a (there is a slight almost unnoticeable hesitation as he chooses his next word) pleasure to meet you, I apologize for scaring you last night. I do not have much contact with people except on my trips to town.
Wraeven notices that Ayra has not come down to the common room. He excuses himself and goes outside to search for her. He sees that she is outside talking to Sorvas and walks over to join them.
"Morning Ayra, Sorvas." He nods to Sorvas, "So you fared alright, this close to town? Would you care to talk with everyone in the common room? I can get you some breakfast."
Sorvas nods back to Wraven, and then replies I fared just fine, as the wilderness is more of a home than any town. I believe that we are currently headed in that direction, so lets get inside and discuss buisness. He then moves to walk inside and adds, I have already had breakfast, but thank you anyway. His tone says otherwise as he seems to take a bit of offence to your offer of food.
"Good morning" Ayra greets Wraven as the three move toward the Inn.
As they walk, she turns to Sorvas: "There is no need to apologize." she says recognizing that the social norms have often been unfamiliar to her as well since she left her home. "I believe I understand."
Studying the elf at the game table for a few minutes, Alesandair decides to try his luck at the game while waiting for the group to band back together and sits down opposite the robed elf. Speaking in a soft tone he asks the elf to show him the ropes of Chromaturgy if he is willing.
The elf looks up with at Alesandair a boyish grin, and begins talking VERY quickly and with a mild lisp, "Wellyouseethetrickistofigureoutwhatkindofenergytheotherpersonputsin [breathes] likewhatdomainandstuff...but I don't usually play, I just get to watch. I'llplayyouthough. Sothesixcolorsrepresent um um theschoolsofmagicandyoubasicallycastoneofyournormalspells but [breathes] theenergygoestotheballandyouonlyhaveasmuchenergyasyouusuallywouldandeachdomaincancelsoutanotheronesoyouhavetotrytokeeptheotherplayerfromcasting [breathes] thenyouwinbecausetheotherpersoncantcasttheirspells. So... youwannaplay? Allyourenergyreturnstoyouafterthegame."
The other three enter drawing the gaze of the young elf temporarily, and then he returns his eyes to Alesandair. Then he focuses on the 6 grey balls his fingers spark and suddenly they each emanate their own radiant light and begin floating up and down 12-18 inches above the table. Your six are still grey.
It is still early, and aside from the young elf The Edge is empty except for the game and dining tables, the large plant against a wall, and what appears to be a medium sized bush behind the counter that twitches ever so slightly from time to time. Do the rest of you (Lil, Agozur, Mobya, Wraeven, Ayra, and Sorvas) gather around a table somewhere.
Overwhelmed but somewhat inspired by the enthusiasm of the elf, Al will focus on his 6 small orbs and attempt to mirror the movement of his opponents' orbs. Not breaking his focus on the task at hand, he doesn't even notice his comrades enter the nearly empty room.
Mobya spots Agozur at a table and joins him. “Good morning!” she says to him smiling and with sincerity, happy to have rested for the night. She places the basket carefully on the floor by his muscular legs. She asks him to please keep an eye on the lil’ ones while she walks to the counter to order something to eat.
Alesandair watches as he places his hand on the table and the small globes come to life in a vibrance of activity and color (Green, purple, blue, orange, yellow, and red), flooding before your eyes.
Mobya, as you walk up to the counter. You notice a still, small bush behind the counter that suddenly started to unfortunately and trust in a complex motion. Crackle unfold himself, doubling his height and tapping on the counter behind him.
Sorvas moves over by the table were the others are gathering, but he does not sit down at the table, instead he leans against the closest wall watching everyone silently.
Mobya orders some porridge for the babies and the typical house breakfast for herself, and goes back to the table. She notices her party size is beginning to grow, and sits down on the chair next to Agozur and the basket. “Good morning, folks”
OOC: I assumed as much but that's the best he's got lol.
Seeing Sorvas by the roadside, Ayra approaches with slow, deliberate steps, her eyes fixed directly on him. "Good morning" she says in greeting, and pauses for a moment. "I understand you may have recognized the markings on the young ones in our care? Perhaps you would join us in the Inn so that we can determine if your path has crossed with ours for a reason."
I believe I recognized the markings, Sorvas says then he hesitates before responding to meeting at the inn…Gladly...I have a feeling our paths have crossed for a reason, but the question remains to what reason is that? Also a quick question before we arrive at the inn, just how many members are in your party already?
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Ayra is somewhat taken aback by the man's questions. Her intention had been to right her wrong in reacting so poorly to him the previous evening, but she had not been prepared for a discussion. She does her best to answer.
"We are a fairly large group at the moment, perhaps ten or eleven in total. Most are presently in the service of a merchant, providing escort for his caravan as far as the Writ Spires. From there, we will determine our course, and I expect about six of us will continue on together.
"As for the reason our paths have crossed, I am not likely able to respond, as I myself am uncertain as to the reasons that have brought me here. Perhaps you will be able to lead us to information that will answer your questions and ours as well..."
Ayra's trails off for a moment as she thinks about the events that have led her to this point on her own journey, then she looks back up and extends her hand somewhat abruptly. "I am Ayra, I am afraid we were not properly introduced before."
Wraeven
Wraeven notices that Ayra has not come down to the common room. He excuses himself and goes outside to search for her. He sees that she is outside talking to Sorvas and walks over to join them.
"Morning Ayra, Sorvas." He nods to Sorvas, "So you fared alright, this close to town? Would you care to talk with everyone in the common room? I can get you some breakfast."
Sorvas seems to consider her briefly before he taker her hand in his and kisses is quickly before replying, I am Sorvas, it is a (there is a slight almost unnoticeable hesitation as he chooses his next word) pleasure to meet you, I apologize for scaring you last night. I do not have much contact with people except on my trips to town.
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Sorvas nods back to Wraven, and then replies I fared just fine, as the wilderness is more of a home than any town. I believe that we are currently headed in that direction, so lets get inside and discuss buisness. He then moves to walk inside and adds, I have already had breakfast, but thank you anyway. His tone says otherwise as he seems to take a bit of offence to your offer of food.
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"Good morning" Ayra greets Wraven as the three move toward the Inn.
As they walk, she turns to Sorvas: "There is no need to apologize." she says recognizing that the social norms have often been unfamiliar to her as well since she left her home. "I believe I understand."
Studying the elf at the game table for a few minutes, Alesandair decides to try his luck at the game while waiting for the group to band back together and sits down opposite the robed elf. Speaking in a soft tone he asks the elf to show him the ropes of Chromaturgy if he is willing.
The elf looks up with at Alesandair a boyish grin, and begins talking VERY quickly and with a mild lisp, "Wellyouseethetrickistofigureoutwhatkindofenergytheotherpersonputsin [breathes] likewhatdomainandstuff...but I don't usually play, I just get to watch. I'llplayyouthough. Sothesixcolorsrepresent um um theschoolsofmagicandyoubasicallycastoneofyournormalspells but [breathes] theenergygoestotheballandyouonlyhaveasmuchenergyasyouusuallywouldandeachdomaincancelsoutanotheronesoyouhavetotrytokeeptheotherplayerfromcasting [breathes] thenyouwinbecausetheotherpersoncantcasttheirspells. So... youwannaplay? Allyourenergyreturnstoyouafterthegame."
The other three enter drawing the gaze of the young elf temporarily, and then he returns his eyes to Alesandair. Then he focuses on the 6 grey balls his fingers spark and suddenly they each emanate their own radiant light and begin floating up and down 12-18 inches above the table. Your six are still grey.
It is still early, and aside from the young elf The Edge is empty except for the game and dining tables, the large plant against a wall, and what appears to be a medium sized bush behind the counter that twitches ever so slightly from time to time. Do the rest of you (Lil, Agozur, Mobya, Wraeven, Ayra, and Sorvas) gather around a table somewhere.
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Agozur would for sure get a table to have some breakfast.
Overwhelmed but somewhat inspired by the enthusiasm of the elf, Al will focus on his 6 small orbs and attempt to mirror the movement of his opponents' orbs. Not breaking his focus on the task at hand, he doesn't even notice his comrades enter the nearly empty room.
Mobya spots Agozur at a table and joins him. “Good morning!” she says to him smiling and with sincerity, happy to have rested for the night. She places the basket carefully on the floor by his muscular legs. She asks him to please keep an eye on the lil’ ones while she walks to the counter to order something to eat.
Alesandair watches as he places his hand on the table and the small globes come to life in a vibrance of activity and color (Green, purple, blue, orange, yellow, and red), flooding before your eyes.
Mobya, as you walk up to the counter. You notice a still, small bush behind the counter that suddenly started to unfortunately and trust in a complex motion. Crackle unfold himself, doubling his height and tapping on the counter behind him.
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Sorvas moves over by the table were the others are gathering, but he does not sit down at the table, instead he leans against the closest wall watching everyone silently.
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Wraeven stops by the counter with Mobya and asks that some breakfast be brought out to the table for their group.
He sits down with Ayra and Agozur and waits for others to arrive.
Mobya orders some porridge for the babies and the typical house breakfast for herself, and goes back to the table. She notices her party size is beginning to grow, and sits down on the chair next to Agozur and the basket. “Good morning, folks”
Agozur will happily look after the youngsters while Mobya grabs food, lifting the lid slightly to see if they're currently awake.
Once she gets back to the table "Morning, shall we get these ones some toys once we get to the next bigger city?"
OOC: How much for the breakfast? Agozur will attempt to pay for anyone who hasn't paid with the gifted money.
To Agozur:
“What a great idea! I bet toys would make them so happy! They keep reaching for weapons and gold and things babies have no business playing with!
(You can see Sorvas looking as closely as possible at the markings from a distance)
What is the marking Sorvas sees? (PM me or use spoilers if needed) Perception check:20
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