Rees approaches the fox warily, staying at what she hopes is a safe distance and declining the offer to sit for now. "Not sure how you can say it took me long enough as if you've been trying to get in touch with me for more than the last five minutes," she says softly, eyes narrow. "Although it does seem that you know an awful lot about me... So, who are you? What are you? None of the others seemed to be able to hear you, right? So what do you want from me?"
Grom the perimeter appears secure. Nothing catches your attention, or seems out of place. Chatra just looks at you lazily as you walk past him and he continues playing about with his lute.
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 16
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
Rees approaches the fox warily, staying at what she hopes is a safe distance and declining the offer to sit for now. "Not sure how you can say it took me long enough as if you've been trying to get in touch with me for more than the last five minutes," she says softly, eyes narrow. "Although it does seem that you know an awful lot about me... So, who are you? What are you? None of the others seemed to be able to hear you, right? So what do you want from me?"
The foxes tail stops swishing as it sighs indignantly as if hurt by your line of questioning. The fox begins licking its front paw and then runs the paw along its brow and over its head. After a few moments of silence, a sly grin beings to form on the foxes face. Its emerald eyes light up and its tail begins to swish again, "Do you not recognize me Rees? You should. You have spoken to me many times. Think girl. Who do you call out to when you are miserably hungry and desperate for coin? Who do you pray to in the middle of the night when you think no one else is around? Who has kept you safe through countless robberies and mischief? Come now Rees.. Do you truly not know who I am?" the fox asks you with the slightest of grins.
Grom the perimeter appears secure. Nothing catches your attention, or seems out of place. Chatra just looks at you lazily as you walk past him and he continues playing about with his lute.
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 14
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
You do not recognize Chatra's tune, but it does seem quite... different. You're not quite sure where Chatra picked it up...
They call me hanging Johnnie, Horray, Hooray! They call me hanging Johnnie, Hang, boys, hang.
They say I hang for money, Horray, Hooray! But saying so is funny; Hang, boys, hang.
I'd hang the highway robber, Horray, Hooray! I'd hang the burglar jobber; Hang, boys, hang.
I'd hang a noted liar, Horray, Hooray! I'd hang a bloated friar; Hang, boys, hang.
Come hang, come haul together, Horray, Hooray! Come hang for finer weather, Hang, boys, hang.
I'd hang a brutal mother, Horray, Hooray! I'd hang her and no other; Hang, boys, hang.
I'd hang to make things jolly, Horray, Hooray! I'd hang all wrong and folly; Hang, boys, hang.
They call me hanging Johnnie. Horray, Hooray! They call me hanging Johnnie, Hang, boys, hang.
The foxes tail stops swishing as it sighs indignantly as if hurt by your line of questioning. The fox begins licking its front paw and then runs the paw along its brow and over its head. After a few moments of silence, a sly grin beings to form on the foxes face. Its emerald eyes light up and its tail begins to swish again, "Do you not recognize me Rees? You should. You have spoken to me many times. Think girl. Who do you call out to when you are miserably hungry and desperate for coin? Who do you pray to in the middle of the night when you think no one else is around? Who has kept you safe through countless robberies and mischief? Come now Rees.. Do you truly not know who I am?" the fox asks you with the slightest of grins.
She stares at the fox, frowning slightly. There was something almost familiar about its mannerisms but they didn't make sense in this creature, in this place. The way the paw rubbed the brow reminded her faintly of the gnome who ran the orphanage -- he would rub his brow in a similar fashion when he found Rees with an altered appearance to play a trick on one of the other children. She chewed on her bottom lip. The fox spoke again and her eyebrows drew together. She wasn't religious, not like Alten, she didn't pray often but when she did... But that didn't make sense, did it? Without meaning to, she stepped forward, head cocked to the side and studied the little fox form. It couldn't be, could it?
"Traveler?"
How often had she heard that same gnome at the orphanage exclaim that she was sent straight from the Traveler to test him? He made it sound like a bad thing, but his eyes would sparkle when he said it and so Rees had studied. The Traveler, God of Chaos and Change, fan of mischief and trickery and knowledge. And a favored diety among changelings. As the only changeling she'd ever met, she felt it was her duty to uphold that tradition and while she wasn't exactly devout when she did pray it was to him. But why would he be here now? Why appear to her at all? She was nobody. There was nothing about her that would inspire the notice of a GOD, even a lesser-known one like the Traveler. Without meaning to, she sat heavily on the ground, still staring at the fox.
The fox smirks and chuckles for a moment before replying, "Of course it is a trick Rees... But, no.. you are not dreaming... You should know by now, I am not like the others..."
As the fox finishes its last word it suddenly begins to glow a dull emerald green. The light starts from the edges, but quickly encompasses the fox, and in an instant the fox disappears from its seat on the fountain. In its place a well built, but slender man sits cross legged atop the fountain. He is light skinned and dark featured. A dark forest green cloak covers most of his body. He looks down and inspects a fingernail, before looking up at you with a pair of dark emerald eyes. As he looks up the light dazzles brilliantly from his eyes, he grins, and says in his sonorous voice, "Hello Rees. It has been quite some time. It is good to finally see you again. You look well."
Grom the perimeter appears secure. Nothing catches your attention, or seems out of place. Chatra just looks at you lazily as you walk past him and he continues playing about with his lute.
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 14
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
You do not recognize Chatra's tune, but it does seem quite... different. You're not quite sure where Chatra picked it up...
In halfling
Chatra i know we have gotten off on the wrong foot, i apologize for my tongue and rashness towards you this short time we have known each other. Tensions have been high and everyone is on edge. i for one should know better then to judge people people getting to know them. but when your as old as I and have seen enough people u start to get a feeling for how groups are as a race and im sorry for not giving you a fair squeeze.
9 Persuasion +1, Decesption -1 take it as you will
Her voice was soft, more breathless than she would have liked, but she couldn't help it. He was here, he knew her name, he was sitting on a fountain in the Sunless Citadel and he'd come for her. In times past when she'd prayed, she'd gotten a vague sense of comfort, or thought she caught a glimpse of a green cloak whisking around a corner when she needed to escape and followed it. Sometimes she imagined that same chuckle in her head when she was being particularly tricksy, but to see him face to face in front of her and have a conversation was a lot.
"Uhm, g-good to see you, too. Thanks for, uh, coming? I'm sorry, I'm not really sure what's going on here or what I'm supposed to do? Do I like.... bow? That'd be weird because I'm sitting on the floor but I can try. You never really struck me as the overly formal type, I kinda figured that's why we got along but I also kinda thought that it was all in my head and I started sort of following you to dive Corlen mad... He said I was one of yours so..." She let her voice trail off and cleared her throat. "I don't normally talk this much."
Grom the perimeter appears secure. Nothing catches your attention, or seems out of place. Chatra just looks at you lazily as you walk past him and he continues playing about with his lute.
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 14
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
You do not recognize Chatra's tune, but it does seem quite... different. You're not quite sure where Chatra picked it up...
In halfling
Chatra i know we have gotten off on the wrong foot, i apologize for my tongue and rashness towards you this short time we have known each other. Tensions have been high and everyone is on edge. i for one should know better then to judge people people getting to know them. but when your as old as I and have seen enough people u start to get a feeling for how groups are as a race and im sorry for not giving you a fair squeeze.
9 Persuasion +1, Decesption -1 take it as you will
Chatra stops playing and looks at you. He thinks for a moment, sighs, and says in an even tone, "Grom... I haven't been honest with you all. My name isn't really Chatra Dalwin... It's Bosley. I grew up in a small village listening to stories of heroic halfings and exalted them for their deeds. When I became old enough I sent out to become an adventurer, but I'm shit with a sword. The only attacks I know how to make are with words, not weapons. But, there's other ways to become rich and famous and I'm great with this here lute, so I took to swindling with it. I was doing well and making a name for myself, until I sung for a lord and took him for all he hand on him at the time. He was particularly fond of his signet ring and hired thugs to get it back for him. I was lucky enough to escape town in the back of a hay wagon. And, here I am now still on the run, with a new name, and new faces.. but, still swindling."
Chatra pauses and dabs at the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve, "What I guess I am trying to say Grom... Is I am sorry too."
Grom the perimeter appears secure. Nothing catches your attention, or seems out of place. Chatra just looks at you lazily as you walk past him and he continues playing about with his lute.
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 14
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
You do not recognize Chatra's tune, but it does seem quite... different. You're not quite sure where Chatra picked it up...
In halfling
Chatra i know we have gotten off on the wrong foot, i apologize for my tongue and rashness towards you this short time we have known each other. Tensions have been high and everyone is on edge. i for one should know better then to judge people people getting to know them. but when your as old as I and have seen enough people u start to get a feeling for how groups are as a race and im sorry for not giving you a fair squeeze.
9 Persuasion +1, Decesption -1 take it as you will
Chatra stops playing and looks at you. He thinks for a moment, sighs, and says in an even tone, "Grom... I haven't been honest with you all. My name isn't really Chatra Dalwin... It's Bosley. I grew up in a small village listening to stories of heroic halfings and exalted them for their deeds. When I became old enough I sent out to become an adventurer, but I'm shit with a sword. The only attacks I know how to make are with words, not weapons. But, there's other ways to become rich and famous and I'm great with this here lute, so I took to swindling with it. I was doing well and making a name for myself, until I sung for a lord and took him for all he hand on him at the time. He was particularly fond of his signet ring and hired thugs to get it back for him. I was lucky enough to escape town in the back of a hay wagon. And, here I am now still on the run, with a new name, and new faces.. but, still swindling."
Chatra pauses and dabs at the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve, "What I guess I am trying to say Grom... Is I am sorry too."
Her voice was soft, more breathless than she would have liked, but she couldn't help it. He was here, he knew her name, he was sitting on a fountain in the Sunless Citadel and he'd come for her. In times past when she'd prayed, she'd gotten a vague sense of comfort, or thought she caught a glimpse of a green cloak whisking around a corner when she needed to escape and followed it. Sometimes she imagined that same chuckle in her head when she was being particularly tricksy, but to see him face to face in front of her and have a conversation was a lot.
"Uhm, g-good to see you, too. Thanks for, uh, coming? I'm sorry, I'm not really sure what's going on here or what I'm supposed to do? Do I like.... bow? That'd be weird because I'm sitting on the floor but I can try. You never really struck me as the overly formal type, I kinda figured that's why we got along but I also kinda thought that it was all in my head and I started sort of following you to dive Corlen mad... He said I was one of yours so..." She let her voice trail off and cleared her throat. "I don't normally talk this much."
The man in green chuckles softly and says, "Relax Rees.. And no, I will not require you to bow. As I said I am not like the others... They are a weary lot wouldn't you say? Alas.. I am not here to discuss them and their trifles. It would be quite a tedious conversation to say the least."
"No!" the man says as he hops up and begins to nimbly pace on the fountain's edge, "I am here to discuss you Rees. I have been watching you since you were small. Watching, waiting, and hoping you would turn out to be what I need. You seemed lost for a time Rees. You gave me a quite a scare, but I never doubted you. And now here we are and I am impressed with what you have accomplished the last few days... though you could have a little more fun you know. You let a tin-man have all the liquid from this fountain? What applications it could have had!"
The man jumps down from the fountain and lands gracefully in front of you. He reaches down, grabs your chin, and raises your face so your eyes connect with his. His green eyes seem impenetrable as they stare into your own. He holds the contact for what seems like forever, before grinning, and saying, "Yes, yes. You will do nicely. I believe you are the one Rees."
The man releases his grip on your chin and in a flash is sitting atop the fountain again with his legs crossed. The man raises an arm and makes some fluid movements with his fingers. You watch as tiny green and white sparks leave his hands and float over to you. They land in your hair, cheek, and exposed skin. You feel their warmth, but when you look down to examine one closer they seem to melt away into your skin. You look up at the man and he grins down at you, "Just a little something to help you be more cunning in a duel. Your power will grow greater as you spread my word. Please me... Server me well and you will find yourself quite formidable Rees. All I ask for now is that you continue on this journey you started and do not forget to sow a little chaos in my name!"
Grom the perimeter appears secure. Nothing catches your attention, or seems out of place. Chatra just looks at you lazily as you walk past him and he continues playing about with his lute.
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 14
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
You do not recognize Chatra's tune, but it does seem quite... different. You're not quite sure where Chatra picked it up...
In halfling
Chatra i know we have gotten off on the wrong foot, i apologize for my tongue and rashness towards you this short time we have known each other. Tensions have been high and everyone is on edge. i for one should know better then to judge people people getting to know them. but when your as old as I and have seen enough people u start to get a feeling for how groups are as a race and im sorry for not giving you a fair squeeze.
9 Persuasion +1, Decesption -1 take it as you will
Chatra stops playing and looks at you. He thinks for a moment, sighs, and says in an even tone, "Grom... I haven't been honest with you all. My name isn't really Chatra Dalwin... It's Bosley. I grew up in a small village listening to stories of heroic halfings and exalted them for their deeds. When I became old enough I sent out to become an adventurer, but I'm shit with a sword. The only attacks I know how to make are with words, not weapons. But, there's other ways to become rich and famous and I'm great with this here lute, so I took to swindling with it. I was doing well and making a name for myself, until I sung for a lord and took him for all he hand on him at the time. He was particularly fond of his signet ring and hired thugs to get it back for him. I was lucky enough to escape town in the back of a hay wagon. And, here I am now still on the run, with a new name, and new faces.. but, still swindling."
Chatra pauses and dabs at the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve, "What I guess I am trying to say Grom... Is I am sorry too."
Grom the perimeter appears secure. Nothing catches your attention, or seems out of place. Chatra just looks at you lazily as you walk past him and he continues playing about with his lute.
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 14
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
You do not recognize Chatra's tune, but it does seem quite... different. You're not quite sure where Chatra picked it up...
In halfling
Chatra i know we have gotten off on the wrong foot, i apologize for my tongue and rashness towards you this short time we have known each other. Tensions have been high and everyone is on edge. i for one should know better then to judge people people getting to know them. but when your as old as I and have seen enough people u start to get a feeling for how groups are as a race and im sorry for not giving you a fair squeeze.
9 Persuasion +1, Decesption -1 take it as you will
Chatra stops playing and looks at you. He thinks for a moment, sighs, and says in an even tone, "Grom... I haven't been honest with you all. My name isn't really Chatra Dalwin... It's Bosley. I grew up in a small village listening to stories of heroic halfings and exalted them for their deeds. When I became old enough I sent out to become an adventurer, but I'm shit with a sword. The only attacks I know how to make are with words, not weapons. But, there's other ways to become rich and famous and I'm great with this here lute, so I took to swindling with it. I was doing well and making a name for myself, until I sung for a lord and took him for all he hand on him at the time. He was particularly fond of his signet ring and hired thugs to get it back for him. I was lucky enough to escape town in the back of a hay wagon. And, here I am now still on the run, with a new name, and new faces.. but, still swindling."
Chatra pauses and dabs at the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve, "What I guess I am trying to say Grom... Is I am sorry too."
Insight check? 19
Haha.... 10.
Chatra seems to be telling you a half(ling) truth. Some of what he says makes sense, but you do not entirely believe him. You surmise that he is holding something back, but you are not quite sure what and pushing the issue might not get you anywhere.
The man in green chuckles softly and says, "Relax Rees.. And no, I will not require you to bow. As I said I am not like the others... They are a weary lot wouldn't you say? Alas.. I am not here to discuss them and their trifles. It would be quite a tedious conversation to say the least."
"No!" the man says as he hops up and begins to nimbly pace on the fountain's edge, "I am here to discuss you Rees. I have been watching you since you were small. Watching, waiting, and hoping you would turn out to be what I need. You seemed lost for a time Rees. You gave me a quite a scare, but I never doubted you. And now here we are and I am impressed with what you have accomplished the last few days... though you could have a little more fun you know. You let a tin-man have all the liquid from this fountain? What applications it could have had!"
The man jumps down from the fountain and lands gracefully in front of you. He reaches down, grabs your chin, and raises your face so your eyes connect with his. His green eyes seem impenetrable as they stare into your own. He holds the contact for what seems like forever, before grinning, and saying, "Yes, yes. You will do nicely. I believe you are the one Rees."
The man releases his grip on your chin and in a flash is sitting atop the fountain again with his legs crossed. The man raises an arm and makes some fluid movements with his fingers. You watch as tiny green and white sparks leave his hands and float over to you. They land in your hair, cheek, and exposed skin. You feel their warmth, but when you look down to examine one closer they seem to melt away into your skin. You look up at the man and he grins down at you, "Just a little something to help you be more cunning in a duel. Your power will grow greater as you spread my word. Please me... Server me well and you will find yourself quite formidable Rees. All I ask for now is that you continue on this journey you started and do not forget to sow a little chaos in my name!"
She couldn't help but smile as he spoke, his energy infectious. Part of her felt like a child watching a performance or puppet show as he paced around the fountain. It was strange to think that he'd been watching her, paying attention to her since she was a child -- no one else had. But he was right, she had been lost for a while, still felt that way sometimes but being with Arxius helped. It was odd to be with the rest of the group, she wasn't sure she fully trusted them yet -- they didn't even know what she was and she couldn't guarantee how they'd react. They'd all been pretty accepting of Talien and his oddity but he was removed enough from human that it might be different. Still, hearing that the Traveler was impressed with her made her feel warm inside. Maybe she should relax a bit and have some more fun.
"It might work again," she said, looking at the fountain. "But I don't speak draconic. And the other fountain tried to murder me."
Rees looked into his eyes as he lifted her chin, the intensity of his stare causing her to hold her breath as if she was awaiting judgment. Her face split into a wide grin when he seemed to find her acceptable. Once again warmth suffused her and she lifted her arm to study the sparks as they disappeared into her skin.
"More cunning, huh? Cunning as a fox, perhaps?" she asked, smirking at him. "Thank you, I'll try not to let you down. And to have more fun. Chaos, well, that's pretty much inevitable."
The man in green chuckles softly and says, "Relax Rees.. And no, I will not require you to bow. As I said I am not like the others... They are a weary lot wouldn't you say? Alas.. I am not here to discuss them and their trifles. It would be quite a tedious conversation to say the least."
"No!" the man says as he hops up and begins to nimbly pace on the fountain's edge, "I am here to discuss you Rees. I have been watching you since you were small. Watching, waiting, and hoping you would turn out to be what I need. You seemed lost for a time Rees. You gave me a quite a scare, but I never doubted you. And now here we are and I am impressed with what you have accomplished the last few days... though you could have a little more fun you know. You let a tin-man have all the liquid from this fountain? What applications it could have had!"
The man jumps down from the fountain and lands gracefully in front of you. He reaches down, grabs your chin, and raises your face so your eyes connect with his. His green eyes seem impenetrable as they stare into your own. He holds the contact for what seems like forever, before grinning, and saying, "Yes, yes. You will do nicely. I believe you are the one Rees."
The man releases his grip on your chin and in a flash is sitting atop the fountain again with his legs crossed. The man raises an arm and makes some fluid movements with his fingers. You watch as tiny green and white sparks leave his hands and float over to you. They land in your hair, cheek, and exposed skin. You feel their warmth, but when you look down to examine one closer they seem to melt away into your skin. You look up at the man and he grins down at you, "Just a little something to help you be more cunning in a duel. Your power will grow greater as you spread my word. Please me... Server me well and you will find yourself quite formidable Rees. All I ask for now is that you continue on this journey you started and do not forget to sow a little chaos in my name!"
She couldn't help but smile as he spoke, his energy infectious. Part of her felt like a child watching a performance or puppet show as he paced around the fountain. It was strange to think that he'd been watching her, paying attention to her since she was a child -- no one else had. But he was right, she had been lost for a while, still felt that way sometimes but being with Arxius helped. It was odd to be with the rest of the group, she wasn't sure she fully trusted them yet -- they didn't even know what she was and she couldn't guarantee how they'd react. They'd all been pretty accepting of Talien and his oddity but he was removed enough from human that it might be different. Still, hearing that the Traveler was impressed with her made her feel warm inside. Maybe she should relax a bit and have some more fun.
"It might work again," she said, looking at the fountain. "But I don't speak draconic. And the other fountain tried to murder me."
Rees looked into his eyes as he lifted her chin, the intensity of his stare causing her to hold her breath as if she was awaiting judgment. Her face split into a wide grin when he seemed to find her acceptable. Once again warmth suffused her and she lifted her arm to study the sparks as they disappeared into her skin.
"More cunning, huh? Cunning as a fox, perhaps?" she asked, smirking at him. "Thank you, I'll try not to let you down. And to have more fun. Chaos, well, that's pretty much inevitable."
The man laughs, "Very astute Rees. Of course chaos is inevitable... as is change. But, remember balance is key. Lean too much in one direction and the universe is likely to slide into oblivion. Your fountain here gave you a powerful potion, but it used all of its magic up in the process. Just remember Rees... you must give as much as you take."
The man suddenly hops up from the fountain. Stretching he says smoothly with a smile, "I must be going now Rees... But, do not fret... We will be seeing each other again soon."
As you look over the man the green light begins to glow again and quickly engulfs him. The fox circles you once, swishing its tale at you, and brushing its soft silky tail across your cheek. The fox winks at you, then patters north towards the infested cells and the other dry fountain. It stops and turns once and honey filled words fill your ears, "Remember Rees... spread my word a little at a time. Use your new gifts to do so... I'll be watching over you. See you soon."
And with that the fox disappears into the darkness leaving you alone once more.
Grom the perimeter appears secure. Nothing catches your attention, or seems out of place. Chatra just looks at you lazily as you walk past him and he continues playing about with his lute.
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 14
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
You do not recognize Chatra's tune, but it does seem quite... different. You're not quite sure where Chatra picked it up...
In halfling
Chatra i know we have gotten off on the wrong foot, i apologize for my tongue and rashness towards you this short time we have known each other. Tensions have been high and everyone is on edge. i for one should know better then to judge people people getting to know them. but when your as old as I and have seen enough people u start to get a feeling for how groups are as a race and im sorry for not giving you a fair squeeze.
9 Persuasion +1, Decesption -1 take it as you will
Chatra stops playing and looks at you. He thinks for a moment, sighs, and says in an even tone, "Grom... I haven't been honest with you all. My name isn't really Chatra Dalwin... It's Bosley. I grew up in a small village listening to stories of heroic halfings and exalted them for their deeds. When I became old enough I sent out to become an adventurer, but I'm shit with a sword. The only attacks I know how to make are with words, not weapons. But, there's other ways to become rich and famous and I'm great with this here lute, so I took to swindling with it. I was doing well and making a name for myself, until I sung for a lord and took him for all he hand on him at the time. He was particularly fond of his signet ring and hired thugs to get it back for him. I was lucky enough to escape town in the back of a hay wagon. And, here I am now still on the run, with a new name, and new faces.. but, still swindling."
Chatra pauses and dabs at the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve, "What I guess I am trying to say Grom... Is I am sorry too."
"Excuse my ignorance on this subject, But Heroic Halfings you say... where i come from no one has ever seen or heard of a brave halfling yet alone a heroic.. please do tell of these stories..." "not trying to be an ass but in my culture halflings are not seen in the same way."
The man laughs, "Very astute Rees. Of course chaos is inevitable... as is change. But, remember balance is key. Lean too much in one direction and the universe is likely to slide into oblivion. Your fountain here gave you a powerful potion, but it used all of its magic up in the process. Just remember Rees... you must give as much as you take."
The man suddenly hops up from the fountain. Stretching he says smoothly with a smile, "I must be going now Rees... But, do not fret... We will be seeing each other again soon."
As you look over the man the green light begins to glow again and quickly engulfs him. The fox circles you once, swishing its tale at you, and brushing its soft silky tail across your cheek. The fox winks at you, then patters north towards the infested cells and the other dry fountain. It stops and turns once and honey filled words fill your ears, "Remember Rees... spread my word a little at a time. Use your new gifts to do so... I'll be watching over you. See you soon."
And with that the fox disappears into the darkness leaving you alone once more.
Rees touched her cheek where the tail had brushed against it and took a deep breath, her eyes following him as he disappeared from view. In a life that had been rather surreal, this was still the most surreal thing to happen to her. For a few minutes, she just sat and contemplated the conversation but she couldn't linger long -- her watch was quickly approaching and she needed to get back to the others. Taking another deep breath, she stood and headed back to the room where everyone else was sleeping.
Grom the perimeter appears secure. Nothing catches your attention, or seems out of place. Chatra just looks at you lazily as you walk past him and he continues playing about with his lute.
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 14
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
You do not recognize Chatra's tune, but it does seem quite... different. You're not quite sure where Chatra picked it up...
In halfling
Chatra i know we have gotten off on the wrong foot, i apologize for my tongue and rashness towards you this short time we have known each other. Tensions have been high and everyone is on edge. i for one should know better then to judge people people getting to know them. but when your as old as I and have seen enough people u start to get a feeling for how groups are as a race and im sorry for not giving you a fair squeeze.
9 Persuasion +1, Decesption -1 take it as you will
Chatra stops playing and looks at you. He thinks for a moment, sighs, and says in an even tone, "Grom... I haven't been honest with you all. My name isn't really Chatra Dalwin... It's Bosley. I grew up in a small village listening to stories of heroic halfings and exalted them for their deeds. When I became old enough I sent out to become an adventurer, but I'm shit with a sword. The only attacks I know how to make are with words, not weapons. But, there's other ways to become rich and famous and I'm great with this here lute, so I took to swindling with it. I was doing well and making a name for myself, until I sung for a lord and took him for all he hand on him at the time. He was particularly fond of his signet ring and hired thugs to get it back for him. I was lucky enough to escape town in the back of a hay wagon. And, here I am now still on the run, with a new name, and new faces.. but, still swindling."
Chatra pauses and dabs at the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve, "What I guess I am trying to say Grom... Is I am sorry too."
"Excuse my ignorance on this subject, But Heroic Halfings you say... where i come from no one has ever seen or heard of a brave halfling yet alone a heroic.. please do tell of these stories..." "not trying to be an ass but in my culture halflings are not seen in the same way."
“You haven’t heard of the halfling who found a magic golden ring and journeyed across the world to destroy it? Or the ghostwise halfling warriors became who became nightgliders — warriors who rode giant owls. Or the halfling who captained the Red Sail? ...There have been countless famous halflings.. I don’t have the time to tell you about all of them,” Chatra exclaims proudly.
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Rees approaches the fox warily, staying at what she hopes is a safe distance and declining the offer to sit for now. "Not sure how you can say it took me long enough as if you've been trying to get in touch with me for more than the last five minutes," she says softly, eyes narrow. "Although it does seem that you know an awful lot about me... So, who are you? What are you? None of the others seemed to be able to hear you, right? So what do you want from me?"
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
(Well let's try and make nice with chatra) Perception check to see if Grom recognizes the tune he is playing 16
If thats high enough to catch the tune... or recognize the song/tune grom not being anymuch of a singer or performer but he would pull out his book he has been reading and start to hum and maybe sing along if there is known words.. just trying to connect with chatra on a basic level
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
The foxes tail stops swishing as it sighs indignantly as if hurt by your line of questioning. The fox begins licking its front paw and then runs the paw along its brow and over its head. After a few moments of silence, a sly grin beings to form on the foxes face. Its emerald eyes light up and its tail begins to swish again, "Do you not recognize me Rees? You should. You have spoken to me many times. Think girl. Who do you call out to when you are miserably hungry and desperate for coin? Who do you pray to in the middle of the night when you think no one else is around? Who has kept you safe through countless robberies and mischief? Come now Rees.. Do you truly not know who I am?" the fox asks you with the slightest of grins.
You do not recognize Chatra's tune, but it does seem quite... different. You're not quite sure where Chatra picked it up...
They call me hanging Johnnie,
Horray, Hooray!
They call me hanging Johnnie,
Hang, boys, hang.
They say I hang for money,
Horray, Hooray!
But saying so is funny;
Hang, boys, hang.
I'd hang the highway robber,
Horray, Hooray!
I'd hang the burglar jobber;
Hang, boys, hang.
I'd hang a noted liar,
Horray, Hooray!
I'd hang a bloated friar;
Hang, boys, hang.
Come hang, come haul together,
Horray, Hooray!
Come hang for finer weather,
Hang, boys, hang.
I'd hang a brutal mother,
Horray, Hooray!
I'd hang her and no other;
Hang, boys, hang.
I'd hang to make things jolly,
Horray, Hooray!
I'd hang all wrong and folly;
Hang, boys, hang.
They call me hanging Johnnie.
Horray, Hooray!
They call me hanging Johnnie,
Hang, boys, hang.
She stares at the fox, frowning slightly. There was something almost familiar about its mannerisms but they didn't make sense in this creature, in this place. The way the paw rubbed the brow reminded her faintly of the gnome who ran the orphanage -- he would rub his brow in a similar fashion when he found Rees with an altered appearance to play a trick on one of the other children. She chewed on her bottom lip. The fox spoke again and her eyebrows drew together. She wasn't religious, not like Alten, she didn't pray often but when she did... But that didn't make sense, did it? Without meaning to, she stepped forward, head cocked to the side and studied the little fox form. It couldn't be, could it?
"Traveler?"
How often had she heard that same gnome at the orphanage exclaim that she was sent straight from the Traveler to test him? He made it sound like a bad thing, but his eyes would sparkle when he said it and so Rees had studied. The Traveler, God of Chaos and Change, fan of mischief and trickery and knowledge. And a favored diety among changelings. As the only changeling she'd ever met, she felt it was her duty to uphold that tradition and while she wasn't exactly devout when she did pray it was to him. But why would he be here now? Why appear to her at all? She was nobody. There was nothing about her that would inspire the notice of a GOD, even a lesser-known one like the Traveler. Without meaning to, she sat heavily on the ground, still staring at the fox.
"Is this a trick? I'm dreaming, right?"
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
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The fox smirks and chuckles for a moment before replying, "Of course it is a trick Rees... But, no.. you are not dreaming... You should know by now, I am not like the others..."
As the fox finishes its last word it suddenly begins to glow a dull emerald green. The light starts from the edges, but quickly encompasses the fox, and in an instant the fox disappears from its seat on the fountain. In its place a well built, but slender man sits cross legged atop the fountain. He is light skinned and dark featured. A dark forest green cloak covers most of his body. He looks down and inspects a fingernail, before looking up at you with a pair of dark emerald eyes. As he looks up the light dazzles brilliantly from his eyes, he grins, and says in his sonorous voice, "Hello Rees. It has been quite some time. It is good to finally see you again. You look well."
In halfling
Chatra i know we have gotten off on the wrong foot, i apologize for my tongue and rashness towards you this short time we have known each other. Tensions have been high and everyone is on edge. i for one should know better then to judge people people getting to know them. but when your as old as I and have seen enough people u start to get a feeling for how groups are as a race and im sorry for not giving you a fair squeeze.
9 Persuasion +1, Decesption -1 take it as you will
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
"Hi."
Her voice was soft, more breathless than she would have liked, but she couldn't help it. He was here, he knew her name, he was sitting on a fountain in the Sunless Citadel and he'd come for her. In times past when she'd prayed, she'd gotten a vague sense of comfort, or thought she caught a glimpse of a green cloak whisking around a corner when she needed to escape and followed it. Sometimes she imagined that same chuckle in her head when she was being particularly tricksy, but to see him face to face in front of her and have a conversation was a lot.
"Uhm, g-good to see you, too. Thanks for, uh, coming? I'm sorry, I'm not really sure what's going on here or what I'm supposed to do? Do I like.... bow? That'd be weird because I'm sitting on the floor but I can try. You never really struck me as the overly formal type, I kinda figured that's why we got along but I also kinda thought that it was all in my head and I started sort of following you to dive Corlen mad... He said I was one of yours so..." She let her voice trail off and cleared her throat. "I don't normally talk this much."
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
Chatra stops playing and looks at you. He thinks for a moment, sighs, and says in an even tone, "Grom... I haven't been honest with you all. My name isn't really Chatra Dalwin... It's Bosley. I grew up in a small village listening to stories of heroic halfings and exalted them for their deeds. When I became old enough I sent out to become an adventurer, but I'm shit with a sword. The only attacks I know how to make are with words, not weapons. But, there's other ways to become rich and famous and I'm great with this here lute, so I took to swindling with it. I was doing well and making a name for myself, until I sung for a lord and took him for all he hand on him at the time. He was particularly fond of his signet ring and hired thugs to get it back for him. I was lucky enough to escape town in the back of a hay wagon. And, here I am now still on the run, with a new name, and new faces.. but, still swindling."
Chatra pauses and dabs at the corner of his eye with his shirt sleeve, "What I guess I am trying to say Grom... Is I am sorry too."
Insight check? 22
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
The man in green chuckles softly and says, "Relax Rees.. And no, I will not require you to bow. As I said I am not like the others... They are a weary lot wouldn't you say? Alas.. I am not here to discuss them and their trifles. It would be quite a tedious conversation to say the least."
"No!" the man says as he hops up and begins to nimbly pace on the fountain's edge, "I am here to discuss you Rees. I have been watching you since you were small. Watching, waiting, and hoping you would turn out to be what I need. You seemed lost for a time Rees. You gave me a quite a scare, but I never doubted you. And now here we are and I am impressed with what you have accomplished the last few days... though you could have a little more fun you know. You let a tin-man have all the liquid from this fountain? What applications it could have had!"
The man jumps down from the fountain and lands gracefully in front of you. He reaches down, grabs your chin, and raises your face so your eyes connect with his. His green eyes seem impenetrable as they stare into your own. He holds the contact for what seems like forever, before grinning, and saying, "Yes, yes. You will do nicely. I believe you are the one Rees."
The man releases his grip on your chin and in a flash is sitting atop the fountain again with his legs crossed. The man raises an arm and makes some fluid movements with his fingers. You watch as tiny green and white sparks leave his hands and float over to you. They land in your hair, cheek, and exposed skin. You feel their warmth, but when you look down to examine one closer they seem to melt away into your skin. You look up at the man and he grins down at you, "Just a little something to help you be more cunning in a duel. Your power will grow greater as you spread my word. Please me... Server me well and you will find yourself quite formidable Rees. All I ask for now is that you continue on this journey you started and do not forget to sow a little chaos in my name!"
Haha.... 15.
Chatra seems to be telling you a half(ling) truth. Some of what he says makes sense, but you do not entirely believe him. You surmise that he is holding something back, but you are not quite sure what and pushing the issue might not get you anywhere.
She couldn't help but smile as he spoke, his energy infectious. Part of her felt like a child watching a performance or puppet show as he paced around the fountain. It was strange to think that he'd been watching her, paying attention to her since she was a child -- no one else had. But he was right, she had been lost for a while, still felt that way sometimes but being with Arxius helped. It was odd to be with the rest of the group, she wasn't sure she fully trusted them yet -- they didn't even know what she was and she couldn't guarantee how they'd react. They'd all been pretty accepting of Talien and his oddity but he was removed enough from human that it might be different. Still, hearing that the Traveler was impressed with her made her feel warm inside. Maybe she should relax a bit and have some more fun.
"It might work again," she said, looking at the fountain. "But I don't speak draconic. And the other fountain tried to murder me."
Rees looked into his eyes as he lifted her chin, the intensity of his stare causing her to hold her breath as if she was awaiting judgment. Her face split into a wide grin when he seemed to find her acceptable. Once again warmth suffused her and she lifted her arm to study the sparks as they disappeared into her skin.
"More cunning, huh? Cunning as a fox, perhaps?" she asked, smirking at him. "Thank you, I'll try not to let you down. And to have more fun. Chaos, well, that's pretty much inevitable."
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
The man laughs, "Very astute Rees. Of course chaos is inevitable... as is change. But, remember balance is key. Lean too much in one direction and the universe is likely to slide into oblivion. Your fountain here gave you a powerful potion, but it used all of its magic up in the process. Just remember Rees... you must give as much as you take."
The man suddenly hops up from the fountain. Stretching he says smoothly with a smile, "I must be going now Rees... But, do not fret... We will be seeing each other again soon."
As you look over the man the green light begins to glow again and quickly engulfs him. The fox circles you once, swishing its tale at you, and brushing its soft silky tail across your cheek. The fox winks at you, then patters north towards the infested cells and the other dry fountain. It stops and turns once and honey filled words fill your ears, "Remember Rees... spread my word a little at a time. Use your new gifts to do so... I'll be watching over you. See you soon."
And with that the fox disappears into the darkness leaving you alone once more.
"Excuse my ignorance on this subject, But Heroic Halfings you say... where i come from no one has ever seen or heard of a brave halfling yet alone a heroic.. please do tell of these stories..." "not trying to be an ass but in my culture halflings are not seen in the same way."
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Rees touched her cheek where the tail had brushed against it and took a deep breath, her eyes following him as he disappeared from view. In a life that had been rather surreal, this was still the most surreal thing to happen to her. For a few minutes, she just sat and contemplated the conversation but she couldn't linger long -- her watch was quickly approaching and she needed to get back to the others. Taking another deep breath, she stood and headed back to the room where everyone else was sleeping.
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
Ooc: My passive perception is 12 do I see her come back in?
I'm not gonna do a perception check as I dont know to be looking for her...
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
@RebelScum when you re-enter do you want to do so stealthily to avoid notice? If so please make a stealth check.
“You haven’t heard of the halfling who found a magic golden ring and journeyed across the world to destroy it? Or the ghostwise halfling warriors became who became nightgliders — warriors who rode giant owls. Or the halfling who captained the Red Sail? ...There have been countless famous halflings.. I don’t have the time to tell you about all of them,” Chatra exclaims proudly.