"Fope, he knows that he quite surprised himself with his decision to sit and listen. He also knows that no harm was done to him and nobody has threatened him or anything."
If I discovered somebody had mind controlled me, even for some mundane purpose, I would be quite upset about it. It seems like an incredible invasion of personal space.
Do what you want, of course. You are fairly confident that a minor spell was used upon you. Do what you want with that information. If I give context, that’s ok. You still decide for yourself.
I am mindful that Fope may not appreciate the context. I add it for the players, not the character.
Fope, it seems like you changed your mind pretty quickly about hiding and watching.
Look, these folks seem to be offering a chance at an adventure, while the Countess had vague promises of compensation. I've learned to mistrust those who appear to offer hospitality so freely as these folks do, but again on the surface they see to be telling an interesting tale and proposing interesting times, which is more fun than hanging out in barracks going from one lame job to the next. If we succeed in getting them to leave the countess' land by accompanying them then perhaps we can hold on to the writ and still get paid should we make our way back to her table
First to Barnaby, Be careful friend, by his own admission, if we go to Barovia, we will not be able to leave. I know nothing of lifting curses, but I can not call the fog or burn rats with finger fire. Do you have the skills to help these people?
Føpé speaks to Kiff, Yes, it would appear as though these folk, in an effort to earn our trust, engaged mind control. I believe the attack has passed.
Føpé gives an angry look toward his host's tent. I have been looking to redeem myself, and this quest would meet that need.
But why should we believe anything they say? They have made themselves unwelcome here in a manner that is unacceptable among the traveling people whom I have come to trust. They use mind control techniques to bend others to their will, when patience would serve just as well. They accept the orders of the lawful ruler of this land, only if we serve as their pawns? I have played the pawn before, and I will not again.
Many questions remain.
How do we know their prince did not deserve this curse, a punishment for evil deeds? Perhaps he tried to control his enemies with magic, just as our hosts just did me, and they turned the tables. Maybe I'm projecting.
It would seem as though they are far more the heroes than we, they bested our every effort, and the men-at-arms that came before us, with ease. Why flee their land and send others to fight their battle for them?
And if they are set on having others fight in their stead, why us? Surely, there are far more competent adventures to be found in Waterdeep.
I myself have only learned from my failures in battle, not my successes.
Also, Fope, take an inspiration point for that excellent presentation. If part of it was internal monologue, please replace the bold font with italics for that section.
You see almost all of them milling about, fussing with their equipment and otherwise looking busy. In this small space, you easily spot Damia and Menidetto. Stanimir and his son are not out and about. There are others, too.
Kif calls out to Damia and Menidetto. Good folk, would you have a minute to answer a question or two to help us understand your plight
If they come over I would put Fope's questions to them directly:
Your group seems to be most capable, you easily spotted us and even dealt with groups the countess sent previously Why flee your land and send others to fight your battle?
Why our group? Surely, there are far more competent adventures to be found in Waterdeep, Daggerford or other towns on the Sword Coast.
Menidetto and Damia exchange a brief glance. Both are busy with camp business, but Damia puts down the leather straps she's mending and comes over to speak with you.
I cannot speak for our party. Only my father can do that. I can tell you that my people believe in the power of signs, and my people believe that sometimes glimpses of the future can be seen by those with the right gifts.
I do not know why we are here this night. I do know in the past, though, that my father has consulted with Madame Eva. She is very wise, she has these gifts of reading signs, and her hand has been guiding us often, these past months. Like I said, I do not speak for my father or my clan. But my guess is that we are here because Madame Eva said to be here, at this place and at this time, in order to meet you. Whether she knew you by name, or by face, or some other way, I do not know. But my father did not, I think, decide on this place in this land that is so strange to us. I think that it is Madame Eva who has the answers you seek.
Come with us and meet her, or stay the night here and go your own way in the morning. We will not harm you. But that is all I know.
I understand the offer
arcana: 17
If I discovered somebody had mind controlled me, even for some mundane purpose, I would be quite upset about it. It seems like an incredible invasion of personal space.
Do what you want, of course. You are fairly confident that a minor spell was used upon you. Do what you want with that information. If I give context, that’s ok. You still decide for yourself.
I am mindful that Fope may not appreciate the context. I add it for the players, not the character.
Fope, it seems like you changed your mind pretty quickly about hiding and watching.
Look, these folks seem to be offering a chance at an adventure, while the Countess had vague promises of compensation. I've learned to mistrust those who appear to offer hospitality so freely as these folks do, but again on the surface they see to be telling an interesting tale and proposing interesting times, which is more fun than hanging out in barracks going from one lame job to the next. If we succeed in getting them to leave the countess' land by accompanying them then perhaps we can hold on to the writ and still get paid should we make our way back to her table
Your host is not there anymore. He has retired to his tent, in order to give you all an opportunity to discuss among yourselves.
It is very easy for little details like this to get lost in the oceans of text. But here it was.
I'm going to rewrite and delete my last post.
First to Barnaby, Be careful friend, by his own admission, if we go to Barovia, we will not be able to leave. I know nothing of lifting curses, but I can not call the fog or burn rats with finger fire. Do you have the skills to help these people?
Føpé speaks to Kiff, Yes, it would appear as though these folk, in an effort to earn our trust, engaged mind control. I believe the attack has passed.
Føpé gives an angry look toward his host's tent. I have been looking to redeem myself, and this quest would meet that need.
But why should we believe anything they say? They have made themselves unwelcome here in a manner that is unacceptable among the traveling people whom I have come to trust. They use mind control techniques to bend others to their will, when patience would serve just as well. They accept the orders of the lawful ruler of this land, only if we serve as their pawns? I have played the pawn before, and I will not again.
Many questions remain.
How do we know their prince did not deserve this curse, a punishment for evil deeds? Perhaps he tried to control his enemies with magic, just as our hosts just did me, and they turned the tables. Maybe I'm projecting.
It would seem as though they are far more the heroes than we, they bested our every effort, and the men-at-arms that came before us, with ease. Why flee their land and send others to fight their battle for them?
And if they are set on having others fight in their stead, why us? Surely, there are far more competent adventures to be found in Waterdeep.
I myself have only learned from my failures in battle, not my successes.
Excellent! Bold font is out loud, right? And italics for thoughts? Excellent presentation.
Kif looks about, are any of the other travelers still about? If there are I might suggest to Fope that we ask them the questions he has brought up
We're going on an adventure! We're going on an adventure!
Barnaby is just able to keep himself from actually clapping his hands.
Make a perception check.
15 perception
Also, Fope, take an inspiration point for that excellent presentation. If part of it was internal monologue, please replace the bold font with italics for that section.
You see almost all of them milling about, fussing with their equipment and otherwise looking busy. In this small space, you easily spot Damia and Menidetto. Stanimir and his son are not out and about. There are others, too.
I imagine that, as a shepherd, he's quite accustomed to inner monologueing out loud.
Kif calls out to Damia and Menidetto. Good folk, would you have a minute to answer a question or two to help us understand your plight
If they come over I would put Fope's questions to them directly:
Your group seems to be most capable, you easily spotted us and even dealt with groups the countess sent previously Why flee your land and send others to fight your battle?
Why our group? Surely, there are far more competent adventures to be found in Waterdeep, Daggerford or other towns on the Sword Coast.
Roll a persuasion check, with advantage because of the aid you are receiving from the group.
Oh, heck, nevermind. I'll just give it to you:
Menidetto and Damia exchange a brief glance. Both are busy with camp business, but Damia puts down the leather straps she's mending and comes over to speak with you.
I cannot speak for our party. Only my father can do that. I can tell you that my people believe in the power of signs, and my people believe that sometimes glimpses of the future can be seen by those with the right gifts.
I do not know why we are here this night. I do know in the past, though, that my father has consulted with Madame Eva. She is very wise, she has these gifts of reading signs, and her hand has been guiding us often, these past months. Like I said, I do not speak for my father or my clan. But my guess is that we are here because Madame Eva said to be here, at this place and at this time, in order to meet you. Whether she knew you by name, or by face, or some other way, I do not know. But my father did not, I think, decide on this place in this land that is so strange to us. I think that it is Madame Eva who has the answers you seek.
Come with us and meet her, or stay the night here and go your own way in the morning. We will not harm you. But that is all I know.