The sun is setting, ending another relatively peaceful day in Faerûn. The life of an adventurer is one ever-changing, full of the unexpected, with twists and turns hiding around every corner - but for five adventurers, their chosen path in life is about to throw them a twist they could never have expected.
Our Party:
Abraxas Onassis: Half-Elf Wizard (School of Evocation) Anilith "Harmony" Domarien: Tiefling Bard (College of Glamour) Isabella Sagefoot: Halfling Fighter (Eldritch Knight) Jove Rosé: Human Warlock/Bard (The Great Old One) Olive Redwall: Human Fighter (Champion)
OOC: We're going to do something a little different with character introductions for this campaign. Our adventurers have not yet met. With your first post, describe your character and their current situation, and where they are falling asleep.
Olive is a young woman with curly red hair that goes down to her back. She's currently in an upper room of a tavern, in a city that she's unfamiliar with. It took her a few days to get here and she had to deal with some less than reputable people trying to rob a young woman that's unfamiliar with the city. But she managed to defend herself and her money and now she prepares to get some rest before exploring more tomorrow. She missed her father, but she knew that she would never be able to explore while he was alive. But now the world was her oyster! Tomorrow. Tonight, she had to sleep. She changed out of her clothing and armor in favor of her bedclothing and her weapons were next to her bed.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
A smaller and slighter than average halfling stands over a massive form with a flensing dagger in her right hand, her pale skin glowing gently where the moonlight dapples her through the trees. The rush of the river fills the senses and washes away all of the smells of death and fear. Isabella's hands are slick with blood as she cuts open the belly of a young bull elk that outweighs her by over 400 lbs. She pulls out the viscera with both hands, holding onto the heart and liver which her adoptive father prizes as delicacies. She dumps the rest of the innards in the river.
She ties a length of rope to its hind legs and hoists the massive form up, tying the rope off to the next sturdiest looking tree. She slits the elk's throat to let it's blood drain freely into the dirt below, then grits her teeth as she hoists the thing higher into the trees. She washes her hands and knife in the river, cursing at herself for forgetting to bring soap.
After her hands are cleanish, she digs around in her pack until she finds a hunting trap, and puts it below the elk, masking its presence with a little dust and twigs. She gathers all of her things, and pulls on her pack, then climbs the tree that she's hung her catch from, sitting on a nearby branch and takes a quick look at her surroundings before nodding and tying herself loosely to the tree, so that she will not plummet to the ground as she sleeps.
A young female tiefling with lilac-colored eyes, baby pink skin, long pink hair, and what looks to be small curled horns painted white was getting settled in for the night, changing into a long purple and white nightgown. She was staying in a local inn, having gotten a decent-sized room on the second floor for free in exchange for having just done a performance for all the guests and staff here. Everyone had been so happy with her songs and dance, very glad that she could bring such happiness to everyone. She was taking off her makeup and then combing her hair straight, splitting it into two low pigtails and braiding them before pinning them tight against her head in swirled buns. Harmony yawned as she was ready to go to bed now and wake up tomorrow morning to a new day, continuing to travel from place to place performing and entertaining for all with her songs so that there may be peace and happiness. Finally she turned off the light and tucked herself into bed, soon falling fast asleep with her bag of supplies placed on the ground at the foot of the bed.
(OCC: This is what her hair color, length, and style is. Her horns are like Jester's from Critical Role as well, but painted white.)
Jove looks pretty much like a vagrant. His robes are baggy and torn around the short sleeves, his hair is unkempt, and his shoes are held together by the gods' grace. At first glance, you would most likely think he has strange markings all over his arms that look like tattoos, but upon closer inspection, they are just ink that he drew on himself. It looks not unlike a constellarium, dots and lines connecting them.
Jove has just finished setting up his latest research. He takes a look around him at his masterful work, at least two dozen spokes with lenses and crystals atop each arranged in a seemingly random pattern, all revolving around a central circle with arcane runes. He wipes his hands and sits down against one of the spokes. He yawns and says "HAAhhhhmmm (that was the yawning noise). That was a week well spent, and still a day ahead of schedule." He drifts off to sleep.
In a tiny office deep in the basement under the Blackstaff's Tower in Waterdeep, Abraxas writes. A year ago, working for The Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors seemed like a good idea. It's been interesting and he's learned valuable things about the Weave, but crime doesn't bring out the best in people. Certainly not those he encounters helping the City Watch determine if magic has been involved in illegal activity. Humanoids are disappointing, petty, mean. And then there are the criminals.
He puts down his pen, closes his favorite ink bottles. The paper work is endless. Abraxas stretches, reaching up until his fingertips scrape the ceiling. He stares longingly at a map of The Sword Coast. It might be time to explore new libraries.
No one ever said sleeping here is forbidden. His office has a tiny stove, a complete copy of his spells in his Enduring Spellbook, and shelves for the other books he's been collecting. The office is at the end of a long distant hall, remote and cheaper than any place he could rent in the city. Abraxas folds the throw rug in half, doubling its thickness. On top of that, he unrolls his bedroll. Filling the floor in front of the stove, he reads from Ikenboten's A Codex of Enigmas until he falls asleep.
"...have been heard...the markings...the stars..."
"...an orb? Seems..."
"A great orb."
"...will have to be enough...risks..."
"...it won't be."
The whispered remnants of three voices flitter through your head as you open your eyes and lift your head...from a table...in a brightly lit room, in a...tavern? Bawdy music and conversation assault your senses. There are four others at the table with you. Is this still a dream? It certainly feels real. You are wearing your armor and your pack is at your feet. But how did you get here?
The others at the table with you - a tiefling, a halfling, a half-elf and two humans, including yourself - stand out from the rest of the tavern. Two other humans, an elf, and a dwarf tending the bar are the minority in the crowd, which is filled with lupine and catlike humanoids. By the looks of it, it is early evening. The conversation is still light, and the dancing does not look very drunken yet.
Olive awakes from the table. This wasn't the tavern she went to stay for the night. She didn't recognize any of these people. Not like she knew the people she was with at the previous tavern, but she would've remembered the Tiefling, the armored halfling, and all of the other races of people. "Um, hello. My name is Olive Redwall. Do any of you know where we are or how we got here?"
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Jove drowsily says "Oh hi, Olive. I'm Jove." He wipes off the drool. "Oh look. My old friends Abraxas and Harmony are here too. So nice to see you all again. Abraxas, you will like this. Look at my great!..... creation. Oh. Oh no. Where did it go. Where am I?"
He starts mumbling to himself and holding his head. It is mostly unintelligible, but you do catch him restating the same events over and over. "NOooononononono. This isn't. Where did. How. Then I went. And I put the. Oh no. Noooo..."
Abraxas holds very, very still. He stares at everyone at the table. Jove? Harmony? He touches his book bags. They contain his spell book/focus, his components, the daggers he uses for bookmarks. His bedroll.
He has no memory of waking and packing.
"I am having the most wonderful dream," he says. He puts his hands flat against the table, turns his head to listen. "Amazing." Abraxas smiles. "You said, 'Olive'?" he says. "And Jove? Jove, what's wrong?" He continues to smile, glad his friend is not really crying, and trying to enjoy the dream.
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Isabella stands up with a start, her chair clattering to the ground. She checks her body for wounds, then looks around squinting and sniffing the air. She pulls her cowl back and her long brown hair streams out of it. Her eyes widen with surprise and she starts digging through her pack, throwing everything out on the floor until she pulls out an enormous owl. The owl flaps its wings and alights on Isabella's shoulder. At almost half Isabella's height, it's a sight to see but the halfling seems unperturbed. "Ah Roxy, my girl, what were you doing sleeping in my pack. Having at my jerky again hey? tsk tsk." She starts putting her things away, before noticing that there are other people at the table.
"Ah... er... hullo." She gives a shy smile through her bangs, and continues about her business. Only when she's gathered everything does she pick up her chair and pull it close to the table, and she has to stretch her arms upward to lean on it. "I'm Isabella. Most folk just call me Iz. Er... most folk being me da and Roxanne here." she gestures toward the bird which gives everyone a menacing glare before preening her feathers. "As to where this is, I haven't a clue. Ooh music!" She starts digging through her pack, eventually pulling out her lute and trying to play along with the happy melody... poorly.
Harmony yawned as she stretched her arms out, only to realize that she was sitting at a table in a tavern, all dressed and her stuff on her like always. She did not remember waking up and coming to this place, so unfamiliar to her as she was confused. But she looked around at the other people sitting at the table with her, surprised and glad to see Jove and Abraxas. "Abaraxas, Jove! I'm so happy to see you guys again! I don't know how we got here but we get to be together again!" she cheered happily with a big grin, thinking that it's been a year since she last saw the two of them at the Midwinter Gala in Waterdeep. Soon Harmony heard a young woman with red hair introduce herself and asking if they know each other. "Yes, we're friends! We met at the Midwinter Gala a year ago and together we along with two others stopped demons from coming here through a portal. Oh, I'm Harmony by the way! Nice to meet you both!" she said to her and the halfling girl that she now noticed too. She was surprised but happy to see the owl land on the girl's shoulder before she introduced herself and the bird, suddenly playing her lute. But it was not good at all, not really going along with the happy melody being played throughout. "You play the lute too? That's cool. I know how to play the flute, lyre, and viol as well though singing is my real specialty along with dancing." Harmony had happily said back to Isabella with a smile. Then she heard Abraxas talk about this is a dream and Jove panicking, shaking her head. "This isn't a dream, silly! But it is odd that I don't remember waking up, getting dressed, and coming here after all. Jove, it'll be okay. We'll figure out what happened!" Harmony had now said to Abraxas and Jove gleefully, believing that the five of them together can figure out what is going on here.
"Well aren't ye just the ugliest bunch o' visitors?" A gravelly voice interrupts your greetings. The dwarf makes his way over to your table from behind the bar. "Bunch o' humans travelin' with the oddest lookin' gnome I e'er seen and a, what are ye lass, some kinda pink demon? Ye look like a demon but ye sure dinna dress like one. Bah, no matter, yer welcome here as long as ye keep it peaceful. The minute ye try and drag someone to the depths I'll have the militia on yer arse like flies swarm ta mine," he says sternly, but with a laugh and a wink at the end.
"Welcome to the Laughin' Rhino. It's a gold piece for the evenin'; that includes a meal but ye wanna drink ye gotta pay extra, ain't none runnin' me out o' business."
"Well that's an awfully rude way to speak to customers, sir. We haven't been here for a minute and you're interrupting us and calling us ugly. And you call Miss Harmony a demon. She seems too nice to be a demon."She opens her pack and pulls out two coins. "I hope that your food and drink are better than your manners, sir."
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Harmony was very surprised when someone called them ugly as a dwarf came up to them. She was quite shocked and not happy when he questioned if she was some kind of demon, looking like one but not dressing like one. "I am not a demon! Definitely not a demon in the least." she said back, not liking being thought of as a demon. It's bad enough that as a tiefling, she has to show that she is not evil like a lot of others, including her parents and him. Harmony then heard Olive, glad to hear that she thought that she was too nice to be a demon. "Yeah, I could never be a demon. Not all tieflings are bad. Thanks." she had said back to her with a smile. Soon she put two gold on the table, now really wondering how they ended up in this strange place. Did any of the patrons or workers in here see the five of them come in here and sit down, sleeping in their seats.
Isabella snarls, frustrated with her lute, and leaps off of her chair to stuff the instrument back in her backpack. "Blasted thing, I suppose I should practice more... Oh, hullo. A gold piece for the evening, in a backwater tavern like this what can't even follow a tune on a lute? Are you supposed to be the Rhino? You don't seem to be laughing to me..." Isabella squints at the barkeep as she speaks to him, trying to get a better look.
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His smile fading, Abraxas wonders if he would dream a dream that would tell him he was not dreaming a dream. He looks at the people around him and thinks he would dream of Jove and Harmony and new folks like Olive and Isabella. Even lupine and catlike humanoids dancing together.
But his dreams are usually happy and haven't ever included rude barkeeps. Abraxas decides to give him a gold coin, hopefully a dream gold coin, just in case.
He tries to concentrate and remember everything arcane he knows about memory altering magic, teleportation spells, and demiplanes. He wants to know how he might have gotten here, if he's not asleep in his office. Arcana: 13
And there's something in his memory about orbs, maybe, just before he arrived?
Jove's tone changes from sad to irate. "Listen here, you beard goblin; if you could even call that a beard. You have no right to kidnap us all, insult my friends, and then have the audacity to ask us to pay you. You know how long I spent making that? You have no right to deny Toril its destiny. You better start fessing up about what is goin' on around here."
The sun is setting, ending another relatively peaceful day in Faerûn. The life of an adventurer is one ever-changing, full of the unexpected, with twists and turns hiding around every corner - but for five adventurers, their chosen path in life is about to throw them a twist they could never have expected.
Our Party:
Abraxas Onassis: Half-Elf Wizard (School of Evocation)
Anilith "Harmony" Domarien: Tiefling Bard (College of Glamour)
Isabella Sagefoot: Halfling Fighter (Eldritch Knight)
Jove Rosé: Human Warlock/Bard (The Great Old One)
Olive Redwall: Human Fighter (Champion)
OOC: We're going to do something a little different with character introductions for this campaign. Our adventurers have not yet met. With your first post, describe your character and their current situation, and where they are falling asleep.
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Olive is a young woman with curly red hair that goes down to her back. She's currently in an upper room of a tavern, in a city that she's unfamiliar with. It took her a few days to get here and she had to deal with some less than reputable people trying to rob a young woman that's unfamiliar with the city. But she managed to defend herself and her money and now she prepares to get some rest before exploring more tomorrow. She missed her father, but she knew that she would never be able to explore while he was alive. But now the world was her oyster! Tomorrow. Tonight, she had to sleep. She changed out of her clothing and armor in favor of her bedclothing and her weapons were next to her bed.
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A smaller and slighter than average halfling stands over a massive form with a flensing dagger in her right hand, her pale skin glowing gently where the moonlight dapples her through the trees. The rush of the river fills the senses and washes away all of the smells of death and fear. Isabella's hands are slick with blood as she cuts open the belly of a young bull elk that outweighs her by over 400 lbs. She pulls out the viscera with both hands, holding onto the heart and liver which her adoptive father prizes as delicacies. She dumps the rest of the innards in the river.
She ties a length of rope to its hind legs and hoists the massive form up, tying the rope off to the next sturdiest looking tree. She slits the elk's throat to let it's blood drain freely into the dirt below, then grits her teeth as she hoists the thing higher into the trees. She washes her hands and knife in the river, cursing at herself for forgetting to bring soap.
After her hands are cleanish, she digs around in her pack until she finds a hunting trap, and puts it below the elk, masking its presence with a little dust and twigs. She gathers all of her things, and pulls on her pack, then climbs the tree that she's hung her catch from, sitting on a nearby branch and takes a quick look at her surroundings before nodding and tying herself loosely to the tree, so that she will not plummet to the ground as she sleeps.
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A young female tiefling with lilac-colored eyes, baby pink skin, long pink hair, and what looks to be small curled horns painted white was getting settled in for the night, changing into a long purple and white nightgown. She was staying in a local inn, having gotten a decent-sized room on the second floor for free in exchange for having just done a performance for all the guests and staff here. Everyone had been so happy with her songs and dance, very glad that she could bring such happiness to everyone. She was taking off her makeup and then combing her hair straight, splitting it into two low pigtails and braiding them before pinning them tight against her head in swirled buns. Harmony yawned as she was ready to go to bed now and wake up tomorrow morning to a new day, continuing to travel from place to place performing and entertaining for all with her songs so that there may be peace and happiness. Finally she turned off the light and tucked herself into bed, soon falling fast asleep with her bag of supplies placed on the ground at the foot of the bed.
(OCC: This is what her hair color, length, and style is. Her horns are like Jester's from Critical Role as well, but painted white.)
Jove looks pretty much like a vagrant. His robes are baggy and torn around the short sleeves, his hair is unkempt, and his shoes are held together by the gods' grace. At first glance, you would most likely think he has strange markings all over his arms that look like tattoos, but upon closer inspection, they are just ink that he drew on himself. It looks not unlike a constellarium, dots and lines connecting them.
Jove has just finished setting up his latest research. He takes a look around him at his masterful work, at least two dozen spokes with lenses and crystals atop each arranged in a seemingly random pattern, all revolving around a central circle with arcane runes. He wipes his hands and sits down against one of the spokes. He yawns and says "HAAhhhhmmm (that was the yawning noise). That was a week well spent, and still a day ahead of schedule." He drifts off to sleep.
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In a tiny office deep in the basement under the Blackstaff's Tower in Waterdeep, Abraxas writes. A year ago, working for The Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors seemed like a good idea. It's been interesting and he's learned valuable things about the Weave, but crime doesn't bring out the best in people. Certainly not those he encounters helping the City Watch determine if magic has been involved in illegal activity. Humanoids are disappointing, petty, mean. And then there are the criminals.
He puts down his pen, closes his favorite ink bottles. The paper work is endless. Abraxas stretches, reaching up until his fingertips scrape the ceiling. He stares longingly at a map of The Sword Coast. It might be time to explore new libraries.
No one ever said sleeping here is forbidden. His office has a tiny stove, a complete copy of his spells in his Enduring Spellbook, and shelves for the other books he's been collecting. The office is at the end of a long distant hall, remote and cheaper than any place he could rent in the city. Abraxas folds the throw rug in half, doubling its thickness. On top of that, he unrolls his bedroll. Filling the floor in front of the stove, he reads from Ikenboten's A Codex of Enigmas until he falls asleep.
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The whispered remnants of three voices flitter through your head as you open your eyes and lift your head...from a table...in a brightly lit room, in a...tavern? Bawdy music and conversation assault your senses. There are four others at the table with you. Is this still a dream? It certainly feels real. You are wearing your armor and your pack is at your feet. But how did you get here?
The others at the table with you - a tiefling, a halfling, a half-elf and two humans, including yourself - stand out from the rest of the tavern. Two other humans, an elf, and a dwarf tending the bar are the minority in the crowd, which is filled with lupine and catlike humanoids. By the looks of it, it is early evening. The conversation is still light, and the dancing does not look very drunken yet.
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Olive awakes from the table. This wasn't the tavern she went to stay for the night. She didn't recognize any of these people. Not like she knew the people she was with at the previous tavern, but she would've remembered the Tiefling, the armored halfling, and all of the other races of people. "Um, hello. My name is Olive Redwall. Do any of you know where we are or how we got here?"
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Jove drowsily says "Oh hi, Olive. I'm Jove." He wipes off the drool. "Oh look. My old friends Abraxas and Harmony are here too. So nice to see you all again. Abraxas, you will like this. Look at my great!..... creation. Oh. Oh no. Where did it go. Where am I?"
He starts mumbling to himself and holding his head. It is mostly unintelligible, but you do catch him restating the same events over and over. "NOooononononono. This isn't. Where did. How. Then I went. And I put the. Oh no. Noooo..."
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"Oh, do you three know each other? I'm new to the big city and I'm new to wherever this is."
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Abraxas holds very, very still. He stares at everyone at the table. Jove? Harmony? He touches his book bags. They contain his spell book/focus, his components, the daggers he uses for bookmarks. His bedroll.
He has no memory of waking and packing.
"I am having the most wonderful dream," he says. He puts his hands flat against the table, turns his head to listen. "Amazing." Abraxas smiles. "You said, 'Olive'?" he says. "And Jove? Jove, what's wrong?" He continues to smile, glad his friend is not really crying, and trying to enjoy the dream.
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Isabella stands up with a start, her chair clattering to the ground. She checks her body for wounds, then looks around squinting and sniffing the air. She pulls her cowl back and her long brown hair streams out of it. Her eyes widen with surprise and she starts digging through her pack, throwing everything out on the floor until she pulls out an enormous owl. The owl flaps its wings and alights on Isabella's shoulder. At almost half Isabella's height, it's a sight to see but the halfling seems unperturbed. "Ah Roxy, my girl, what were you doing sleeping in my pack. Having at my jerky again hey? tsk tsk." She starts putting her things away, before noticing that there are other people at the table.
"Ah... er... hullo." She gives a shy smile through her bangs, and continues about her business. Only when she's gathered everything does she pick up her chair and pull it close to the table, and she has to stretch her arms upward to lean on it. "I'm Isabella. Most folk just call me Iz. Er... most folk being me da and Roxanne here." she gestures toward the bird which gives everyone a menacing glare before preening her feathers. "As to where this is, I haven't a clue. Ooh music!" She starts digging through her pack, eventually pulling out her lute and trying to play along with the happy melody... poorly.
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"It's nice to be meeting all of you, but I don't think that you're dreamin' Mr. Abraxas. Unless we're all having the same dream."
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Harmony yawned as she stretched her arms out, only to realize that she was sitting at a table in a tavern, all dressed and her stuff on her like always. She did not remember waking up and coming to this place, so unfamiliar to her as she was confused. But she looked around at the other people sitting at the table with her, surprised and glad to see Jove and Abraxas. "Abaraxas, Jove! I'm so happy to see you guys again! I don't know how we got here but we get to be together again!" she cheered happily with a big grin, thinking that it's been a year since she last saw the two of them at the Midwinter Gala in Waterdeep. Soon Harmony heard a young woman with red hair introduce herself and asking if they know each other. "Yes, we're friends! We met at the Midwinter Gala a year ago and together we along with two others stopped demons from coming here through a portal. Oh, I'm Harmony by the way! Nice to meet you both!" she said to her and the halfling girl that she now noticed too. She was surprised but happy to see the owl land on the girl's shoulder before she introduced herself and the bird, suddenly playing her lute. But it was not good at all, not really going along with the happy melody being played throughout. "You play the lute too? That's cool. I know how to play the flute, lyre, and viol as well though singing is my real specialty along with dancing." Harmony had happily said back to Isabella with a smile. Then she heard Abraxas talk about this is a dream and Jove panicking, shaking her head. "This isn't a dream, silly! But it is odd that I don't remember waking up, getting dressed, and coming here after all. Jove, it'll be okay. We'll figure out what happened!" Harmony had now said to Abraxas and Jove gleefully, believing that the five of them together can figure out what is going on here.
"Well aren't ye just the ugliest bunch o' visitors?" A gravelly voice interrupts your greetings. The dwarf makes his way over to your table from behind the bar. "Bunch o' humans travelin' with the oddest lookin' gnome I e'er seen and a, what are ye lass, some kinda pink demon? Ye look like a demon but ye sure dinna dress like one. Bah, no matter, yer welcome here as long as ye keep it peaceful. The minute ye try and drag someone to the depths I'll have the militia on yer arse like flies swarm ta mine," he says sternly, but with a laugh and a wink at the end.
"Welcome to the Laughin' Rhino. It's a gold piece for the evenin'; that includes a meal but ye wanna drink ye gotta pay extra, ain't none runnin' me out o' business."
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"Well that's an awfully rude way to speak to customers, sir. We haven't been here for a minute and you're interrupting us and calling us ugly. And you call Miss Harmony a demon. She seems too nice to be a demon." She opens her pack and pulls out two coins. "I hope that your food and drink are better than your manners, sir."
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Harmony was very surprised when someone called them ugly as a dwarf came up to them. She was quite shocked and not happy when he questioned if she was some kind of demon, looking like one but not dressing like one. "I am not a demon! Definitely not a demon in the least." she said back, not liking being thought of as a demon. It's bad enough that as a tiefling, she has to show that she is not evil like a lot of others, including her parents and him. Harmony then heard Olive, glad to hear that she thought that she was too nice to be a demon. "Yeah, I could never be a demon. Not all tieflings are bad. Thanks." she had said back to her with a smile. Soon she put two gold on the table, now really wondering how they ended up in this strange place. Did any of the patrons or workers in here see the five of them come in here and sit down, sleeping in their seats.
Isabella snarls, frustrated with her lute, and leaps off of her chair to stuff the instrument back in her backpack. "Blasted thing, I suppose I should practice more... Oh, hullo. A gold piece for the evening, in a backwater tavern like this what can't even follow a tune on a lute? Are you supposed to be the Rhino? You don't seem to be laughing to me..." Isabella squints at the barkeep as she speaks to him, trying to get a better look.
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His smile fading, Abraxas wonders if he would dream a dream that would tell him he was not dreaming a dream. He looks at the people around him and thinks he would dream of Jove and Harmony and new folks like Olive and Isabella. Even lupine and catlike humanoids dancing together.
But his dreams are usually happy and haven't ever included rude barkeeps. Abraxas decides to give him a gold coin, hopefully a dream gold coin, just in case.
He tries to concentrate and remember everything arcane he knows about memory altering magic, teleportation spells, and demiplanes. He wants to know how he might have gotten here, if he's not asleep in his office. Arcana: 13
And there's something in his memory about orbs, maybe, just before he arrived?
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Jove's tone changes from sad to irate. "Listen here, you beard goblin; if you could even call that a beard. You have no right to kidnap us all, insult my friends, and then have the audacity to ask us to pay you. You know how long I spent making that? You have no right to deny Toril its destiny. You better start fessing up about what is goin' on around here."
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