She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Arxius before answering. "There is safety in numbers. She came to my aid at a time no one else would and now we stick together."
ooc - Rees looks human, though with a perception roll that high there's a chance you might notice a few things off? For example, when Talien grabbed her dagger her eyes would have flashed to a colorless white for a split second. For changelings, the adjustment of their appearance can sometimes be an emotional thing or used as artistic expression, but Rees tries to keep her emotions on lock so she doesn't give herself away and her "go to" form is the one you see now. I'll let the DM add/subtract/etc as he sees fit!
Not much is know about the sentient beings known as Warforged in Faerun. There are rumors and possibly notes cobbled together by far travelers and those interested in interplanetary studies, but it is hard to discern what is fact and what is fiction. All you really know about the golem-like beings (a term which they may find derogatory) is what you see before you - a blend of organic and inorganic materials that likes to talk about war, killing things, and obviously hates rust.
Stonecunning would have made my 10 -> 15 not sure if that helps
That’s more for recalling history about structures and dungeon components. Albeit, Talien has stone components records of these parts would be obscure at best in Faerun.
"We have a mutual understanding about a number of things. It seemed natural to form an alliance," Arxius adds to Rees' explanation.
[OOC: Arxius looks like an Elf. Her left ear is torn making the point forked. She has the odd scar around her face and neck, but from the neck down she is completely covered. She hasn't even removed her gloves while inside, which probably comes across as peculiar with your perception roll. As long as she remains covered you have no reason to believe she's anything but an Elf.]
Not much is know about the sentient beings known as Warforged in Faerun. There are rumors and possibly notes cobbled together by far travelers and those interested in interplanetary studies, but it is hard to discern what is fact and what is fiction. All you really know about the golem-like beings (a term which they may find derogatory) is what you see before you - a blend of organic and inorganic materials that likes to talk about war, killing things, and obviously hates rust.
Stonecunning would have made my 10 -> 15 not sure if that helps
That’s more for recalling history about structures and dungeon components. Albeit, Talien has stone components records of these parts would be obscure at best in Faerun.
Talien finishes polishing the dagger and hands it back, he then starts looking around for other things to clean and polish. On his hunt he asks the innkeeper if there is a forge in town.
The innkeeper, Garon a dark featured human male with chestnut hairQuote from Sorvas33>>
Talien finishes polishing the dagger and hands it back, he then starts looking around for other things to clean and polish. On his hunt he asks the innkeeper if there is a forge in town.
The innkeeper, Garon, a dark featured human male responds to you hesitantly, “Umm.. uhh.. ye-yes sir.. Rurik Lutgehr r-runs it. He’s a dwarf.. like your companion over there. The smitty’s actually just ow-outside the Ol’ Boar.. but, if you came in through the main gate you wont have seen it yet sir. I have a m-map of the town that a traveling artisan drew for me hanging on the wall over t-there” he says as he points to the wall near the entrance of the tavern.
Talien then asks how late Rurik works. After the owner replies, he moves over and looks at the map, noting the full layout listed, and walks back to his seat. He then starts to gather the rags to take back to the innkeepers table. (Please list the current time of day)
Garon replies with a bit more confidence since you don't seem to want to harm him, “Ah, Rurik usually opens just after dawn sir and closes up shop just before dusk. He should be at the billows now seeing how it is only gone noon.. a bit early to be drunk if you ask me,” he says gesturing towards the bard.
There are only a few patrons in at this time of day. An older gnomish man at the bar nursing a warm beer, a young human couple flirting with one another in a corner booth, and a wealthy looking man at a small window table who is sipping on a glass of caramel colored wine and reading a book. The gnome seems to be amused by your antics, the couple is oblivious and lost in their own pursuits, but the nobleman looks quite agitated by your outbursts and tribulations.
Talien, unknowing of social cues, does not pick up anything from the patrons in the form of irritation or anything to clean for that matter. He tells Garon, I am going to see the smith Rurik you speak of, should the one who posted the flyer arrive, let them know I will back within the hour.
My eyes turn green before I walk out the door. I walk through town I ignore public interaction as I make my way because I am on a mission, I notice the stares from people and they avoid me for the most part. I make it to the blacksmith's workshop and find him at the billows, I scan the area eyes green, and walk over to him, eyes turning blue and ask him. Do you have a book on blacksmithing I can....purchase? I must forge myself a new sword out of this one. He pulls out his sword in a swift motion, and hands it to the dwarf hilt first for him to inspect.
Garon calls out as you are leaving, “Uh..ahh.. okay, but he is a bit grumpy.. not one for surprises!” Muttering under his breath, And you are quite surprising...”
Bright rays shine down on you from the midsummer sun as you leave the Ol’ Boar Inn and head to the Smithy. As you enter the premise, armor gleaming, you hear the familiar sound of a hammer falling on an anvil.. “tink.. tink.. .tink.” You see a bronze skinned dwarf hard at work on a farmer’s sickle at the anvil. His dreaded hair appears to have once been jet black, but is now graying with age. As you draw the sword you take the dwarf by surprise, startled he drops the sickle to the ground.
”Nine Hells!”He growls. “What is the meaning of this intrusion? I’ve been working on that all morning.. now it will have to be re-quenched!”
In his anger he does not seem to realize that a huge mechanized warrior is standing before him. He bends down to pick up the sickle and seems to take a deep breath as he places it back on the anvil. “What do you wa—“ he trails off as he finally realizes a golem like creature is the one who interrupted him.
”Is this some sort of joke? One of the nobles buy a new toy from a wizard in the city?”
I scan the area eyes green, and walk over to him as he picks up the sickle, eyes turning blue before he and ask him. Do you have a book on blacksmithing I can....purchase? I must forge myself a new sword or 2 handed weapon out of this one, and require knowledge. A blueprint would be nice as well. He pulls out his sword in a swift motion, and hands it to the dwarf hilt first for him to inspect. Also, I am no toy, I am Tailen. I am a Warforged. He then moves over and start s polishing the first thing he sees in sight.
The smith stares at you quizzically and pulls on his beard as you begin cleaning his wares. “War-what now? War-forged.. never heard of such a thing!”
He almost leaps in the air as he looks down at the sword you handed him and yells, “Nine hells! You must be animated armor sent to heckle me by my cousins in the Smoking Mountains! Are you animated armor, eh? Regardless.. of what you are.. I am a simple smith now.. I make sickles, hoes, horseshoes, and nails for the villagers here.. my days of forging weapons of war are long past!” He finishes grumpily.
The little halfling known as Chatra finally stumble from his slumber
her.. duh ... umm.. oh wha... hey... I won.. yea of course nvm. I always win. so my friend .. how bout my prize. My feather , good sir.
hey wait a sec, where did the big guy go. Wha ? What was his name ... Tal... Talien.. ya where did Talien go? I had a dagger for him to shine so I could get a pretty penny for it!
If you consider that a victory, then I might ask you to clarify your term. I know the Bard's love of language. Perhaps you use that word in a way that is different from the most common vernacular?
Regarding Talien, it left a few minutes ago. It was speaking to the inn keeper but I wasn't paying particular attention. Shudders. Good riddance, that thing gives me pause where few things usually do.
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Suddenly a dwarf comes in from the back. He has a Long White beard, handlebar mustache, Hair on top of his head spiked up and pointed to a tip. you realize this dwarf looks exactly like grombindal the dwarf you are sitting next to you. As he gets closer though your realize he is a bit shorter though.
At the risk of being indiscrete, may I ask why you 'go where she goes' Rees?
OOC - do you both look like elves? How close does Arxius look like an elf? Or does Rees appear to be human? Perception:20
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Arxius before answering. "There is safety in numbers. She came to my aid at a time no one else would and now we stick together."
ooc - Rees looks human, though with a perception roll that high there's a chance you might notice a few things off? For example, when Talien grabbed her dagger her eyes would have flashed to a colorless white for a split second. For changelings, the adjustment of their appearance can sometimes be an emotional thing or used as artistic expression, but Rees tries to keep her emotions on lock so she doesn't give herself away and her "go to" form is the one you see now. I'll let the DM add/subtract/etc as he sees fit!
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
That’s more for recalling history about structures and dungeon components. Albeit, Talien has stone components records of these parts would be obscure at best in Faerun.
"We have a mutual understanding about a number of things. It seemed natural to form an alliance," Arxius adds to Rees' explanation.
[OOC: Arxius looks like an Elf. Her left ear is torn making the point forked. She has the odd scar around her face and neck, but from the neck down she is completely covered. She hasn't even removed her gloves while inside, which probably comes across as peculiar with your perception roll. As long as she remains covered you have no reason to believe she's anything but an Elf.]
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
OOC: i tried lol
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Talien finishes polishing the dagger and hands it back, he then starts looking around for other things to clean and polish. On his hunt he asks the innkeeper if there is a forge in town.
Warforged Fighter Talien
The innkeeper, Garon, a dark featured human male responds to you hesitantly, “Umm.. uhh.. ye-yes sir.. Rurik Lutgehr r-runs it. He’s a dwarf.. like your companion over there. The smitty’s actually just ow-outside the Ol’ Boar.. but, if you came in through the main gate you wont have seen it yet sir. I have a m-map of the town that a traveling artisan drew for me hanging on the wall over t-there” he says as he points to the wall near the entrance of the tavern.
Talien then asks how late Rurik works. After the owner replies, he moves over and looks at the map, noting the full layout listed, and walks back to his seat. He then starts to gather the rags to take back to the innkeepers table. (Please list the current time of day)
Warforged Fighter Talien
ooc: passive perception is a 12
are there a lot of pissed off patrons now that Talien has "collected" items to polish?
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Garon replies with a bit more confidence since you don't seem to want to harm him, “Ah, Rurik usually opens just after dawn sir and closes up shop just before dusk. He should be at the billows now seeing how it is only gone noon.. a bit early to be drunk if you ask me,” he says gesturing towards the bard.
There are only a few patrons in at this time of day. An older gnomish man at the bar nursing a warm beer, a young human couple flirting with one another in a corner booth, and a wealthy looking man at a small window table who is sipping on a glass of caramel colored wine and reading a book. The gnome seems to be amused by your antics, the couple is oblivious and lost in their own pursuits, but the nobleman looks quite agitated by your outbursts and tribulations.
Talien, unknowing of social cues, does not pick up anything from the patrons in the form of irritation or anything to clean for that matter. He tells Garon, I am going to see the smith Rurik you speak of, should the one who posted the flyer arrive, let them know I will back within the hour.
My eyes turn green before I walk out the door. I walk through town I ignore public interaction as I make my way because I am on a mission, I notice the stares from people and they avoid me for the most part. I make it to the blacksmith's workshop and find him at the billows, I scan the area eyes green, and walk over to him, eyes turning blue and ask him. Do you have a book on blacksmithing I can....purchase? I must forge myself a new sword out of this one. He pulls out his sword in a swift motion, and hands it to the dwarf hilt first for him to inspect.
Warforged Fighter Talien
Garon calls out as you are leaving, “Uh..ahh.. okay, but he is a bit grumpy.. not one for surprises!” Muttering under his breath, And you are quite surprising...”
Bright rays shine down on you from the midsummer sun as you leave the Ol’ Boar Inn and head to the Smithy. As you enter the premise, armor gleaming, you hear the familiar sound of a hammer falling on an anvil.. “tink.. tink.. .tink.” You see a bronze skinned dwarf hard at work on a farmer’s sickle at the anvil. His dreaded hair appears to have once been jet black, but is now graying with age. As you draw the sword you take the dwarf by surprise, startled he drops the sickle to the ground.
”Nine Hells!”He growls. “What is the meaning of this intrusion? I’ve been working on that all morning.. now it will have to be re-quenched!”
In his anger he does not seem to realize that a huge mechanized warrior is standing before him. He bends down to pick up the sickle and seems to take a deep breath as he places it back on the anvil. “What do you wa—“ he trails off as he finally realizes a golem like creature is the one who interrupted him.
”Is this some sort of joke? One of the nobles buy a new toy from a wizard in the city?”
I scan the area eyes green, and walk over to him as he picks up the sickle, eyes turning blue before he and ask him. Do you have a book on blacksmithing I can....purchase? I must forge myself a new sword or 2 handed weapon out of this one, and require knowledge. A blueprint would be nice as well. He pulls out his sword in a swift motion, and hands it to the dwarf hilt first for him to inspect. Also, I am no toy, I am Tailen. I am a Warforged. He then moves over and start s polishing the first thing he sees in sight.
Warforged Fighter Talien
The smith stares at you quizzically and pulls on his beard as you begin cleaning his wares. “War-what now? War-forged.. never heard of such a thing!”
He almost leaps in the air as he looks down at the sword you handed him and yells, “Nine hells! You must be animated armor sent to heckle me by my cousins in the Smoking Mountains! Are you animated armor, eh? Regardless.. of what you are.. I am a simple smith now.. I make sickles, hoes, horseshoes, and nails for the villagers here.. my days of forging weapons of war are long past!” He finishes grumpily.
The little halfling known as Chatra finally stumble from his slumber
her.. duh ... umm.. oh wha... hey... I won.. yea of course nvm. I always win. so my friend .. how bout my prize. My feather , good sir.
hey wait a sec, where did the big guy go. Wha ? What was his name ... Tal... Talien.. ya where did Talien go? I had a dagger for him to shine so I could get a pretty penny for it!
To Chatra
If you consider that a victory, then I might ask you to clarify your term. I know the Bard's love of language. Perhaps you use that word in a way that is different from the most common vernacular?
Regarding Talien, it left a few minutes ago. It was speaking to the inn keeper but I wasn't paying particular attention. Shudders. Good riddance, that thing gives me pause where few things usually do.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Chatra just stares at Grombindal for a minute then finally he speaks up
ehh, alright. Can’t handle your losses that well I see. That is fine.
And with that Chatra gets up and he’s gone before you have a chance to see which way he went.
Suddenly a dwarf comes in from the back. He has a Long White beard, handlebar mustache, Hair on top of his head spiked up and pointed to a tip. you realize this dwarf looks exactly like grombindal the dwarf you are sitting next to you. As he gets closer though your realize he is a bit shorter though.
performance17
well there you all are. Those drinks hit me hard and I woke up round the back.
Then the smaller grombindal looks around and says
have you all seen my little friend, Ugrinm?
he then whistles for the hawk to come overanimal handling 11
Alten just looks at this new "dwarf"
Edit: Interesting (OOC inserting the image with the webURL doesn't display it - how are you getting the images to actuallly show in the posts?)
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus