Die seems to work. Also, Ben, it's pronounced "Føpé." Fø, Fø and then pé.
I apologize in advance for all the times I'm not going to bother with the special characters or with copying and pasting.
I don't think it works as an apology if you did it on purpose and intend to do it on purpose again. However, since you're the DM and working hard here, I'll let it slide some of the time.
So, young master Fappy, did I get that right, apologies if I made a mess of it, you have behaved like a seabird, flying in, making a bunch of empty noise and shitting (pardon, my language, gentlefolk) all over the place. Perhaps you might share with us a reason why our as yet absent hostess might have invited you?
Kif grabs another tiny sandwich, eats it and deliberately dusts his beard while reaching for the refilled ale cup
The idea here, in case I was not clear, is that you have done something modest in the previous couple of weeks to warrant the honor of this invitation. You don’t have to share it, but you can, and if it’s utter baloney then It may turn out that an npc says so. Or not. And nobody has to participate in this exercise.
Fup...Foop...Fopuuuuuh….look, these old lips can't handle that fancy foreign name, so I'm just gonna call you fella, okay fella?
Fought in the army didja Kif? Did you defend against the great Hot-n-tot invasion? It's good to know these things in case I decide to include you in my memoirs. I'm a archivist and historian by trade, and though I've given that life up for one of adventure...um...well, you'd say one more fitting to my...uh...my daring nature, old habits die hard, so I've decided to record my exploits for posterity.
Barnaby pulls a new looking leather bound journal halfway from the sizeable leather satchel slung across his body and over one shoulder. He gazes around the room making sure everyone has a chance to drink the site in and then slides the book back.
Kif, you pry. Very well. I did not intend offense, but never have I been with people who talk so much about so little.
… …
I arrived last night with the ***** caravan. I would have headed to Waterdeep today, but for the invitation handed to me as I set out, and my curiosity.
... ...
I must master battle. I honor your soldiering. My people have great respect for our warrior. The word "warrior" comes out with the ring of hatred to it.
Føpé offers one last word, almost audible under his breath.
Føpé looks at Barnaby with regard to the name "fella," and then tries one of the sandwiches. His lean build and cautious approach to the extravagant meal suggests he is not accustomed to such things.
Well, Føpé, talking a lot about very little is what polite company does, sometimes it's best to just go with the flow, and enjoy the free food while it's available
Kif, you pry. Very well. I did not intend offense, but never have I been with people who talk so much about so little.
… …
I arrived last night with the ***** caravan. I would have headed to Waterdeep today, but for the invitation handed to me as I set out, and my curiosity.
... ...
I must master battle. I honor your soldiering. My people have great respect for our warrior. The word "warrior" comes out with the ring of hatred to it.
Føpé offers one last word, almost audible under his breath.
Everybody roll a Perception check.
If you roll a 10 or higher, read below.
You hear Føpé mutter, almost imperceptibly, one word: "Vengeance."
Puddin Wizzlebatt stumbles into the room; a little inebriated and a touch bewildered.
Is this the party? Am I late? I found some elderberry wine on the way over and you know how it is *hiccup* one glass is never enough. But, am I here...I mean, I am here!
Thank you the dwarf says as he brushes the crumbs from this beard
Fought all kinds of things, orcs, goblins, men whatever it took to defend our homelands. Was in the army for quite a spell,
Is there a way to get an email when someone posts?
I apologize in advance for all the times I'm not going to bother with the special characters or with copying and pasting.
under profile there is a notification tab and you can set e-mail preferences
Thanks.
I don't think it works as an apology if you did it on purpose and intend to do it on purpose again. However, since you're the DM and working hard here, I'll let it slide some of the time.
So, young master Fappy, did I get that right, apologies if I made a mess of it, you have behaved like a seabird, flying in, making a bunch of empty noise and shitting (pardon, my language, gentlefolk) all over the place. Perhaps you might share with us a reason why our as yet absent hostess might have invited you?
Kif grabs another tiny sandwich, eats it and deliberately dusts his beard while reaching for the refilled ale cup
The idea here, in case I was not clear, is that you have done something modest in the previous couple of weeks to warrant the honor of this invitation. You don’t have to share it, but you can, and if it’s utter baloney then It may turn out that an npc says so. Or not. And nobody has to participate in this exercise.
Fup...Foop...Fopuuuuuh….look, these old lips can't handle that fancy foreign name, so I'm just gonna call you fella, okay fella?
Fought in the army didja Kif? Did you defend against the great Hot-n-tot invasion? It's good to know these things in case I decide to include you in my memoirs. I'm a archivist and historian by trade, and though I've given that life up for one of adventure...um...well, you'd say one more fitting to my...uh...my daring nature, old habits die hard, so I've decided to record my exploits for posterity.
Barnaby pulls a new looking leather bound journal halfway from the sizeable leather satchel slung across his body and over one shoulder. He gazes around the room making sure everyone has a chance to drink the site in and then slides the book back.
Kif, you pry. Very well. I did not intend offense, but never have I been with people who talk so much about so little.
… …
I arrived last night with the ***** caravan. I would have headed to Waterdeep today, but for the invitation handed to me as I set out, and my curiosity.
... ...
I must master battle. I honor your soldiering. My people have great respect for our warrior. The word "warrior" comes out with the ring of hatred to it.
Føpé offers one last word, almost audible under his breath.
Føpé looks at Barnaby with regard to the name "fella," and then tries one of the sandwiches. His lean build and cautious approach to the extravagant meal suggests he is not accustomed to such things.
Well, Føpé, talking a lot about very little is what polite company does, sometimes it's best to just go with the flow, and enjoy the free food while it's available
Føpé acknowledges Kif’s friendliness with nod.
Everybody roll a Perception check.
If you roll a 10 or higher, read below.
You hear Føpé mutter, almost imperceptibly, one word: "Vengeance."
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Heh. You can look anyway. Everybody else has to roll.
22 Perception
Perceiving: 17
Perceived.
Thank you for your patience, all. Look for us to resume activity by Monday morning, as we juggle personnel a bit.
Thank you all for behaving at the dinner party while we wait.
Puddin Wizzlebatt stumbles into the room; a little inebriated and a touch bewildered.
Is this the party? Am I late? I found some elderberry wine on the way over and you know how it is *hiccup* one glass is never enough. But, am I here...I mean, I am here!