Lark stands and removes his beret, revealing a small, curly splash of reddish orange hair. And most likely a discolored welt, keepsake of the thumping he had received earlier. "Madame Alynoa, welcome back. May I offer you some wine?"
He replaces his cap, and pours a goblet of wine for Alynoa. "This keystone of agriculture is our new friend Quellin. Likewise, this is Lady Alynoa."
After she has had time to settle, Lark will attempt to summarize the events of the day, remembering to embellish his attack for the sake of Quellin. After which, he turns to Quellin, "Dearest Q, do not mistake my glibness as trying to rid ourselves of you, but shouldn't you get back to tending your fields?" We've have some discreet matters to discuss and we will take into council what you have proffered about your son. My thanks dear friend, we shall see each other again soon."
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Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
Aylnoa smiles and take the goblet from him. "Greetings to you as well. I hope you haven't been waiting for me for too long have you?" She takes a few sips from the cup while sitting down. "My errands took a bit more time than I expected, but I found what I was looking for." She takes the gemstone out of her pocket and admires it for a few moments before placing it in the pouch on her hip. "Did anything interesting happen while I was gone?"
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Salazar just shakes his head no, but hardly looked up from the bauble now. "I know, Ahn. Just a-"He stops, blinks a few times, then takes in the scene. With a sheepish grin, he puts away the bauble for now, and after holding up a finger for Aylnoa to wait turns to say to Quellin, "It was a pleasure meeting you. We will be in touch, at the very least."Only once Quellin left does the scholar finally regard Aylnoa with a look that was both a 'glad you here' and 'serious business time'.
"Y-you asked before about anything interesting happening, and, well... Lark could tell you his story better than I. Though somewhat importantly, we may have lead on at least Iarno -- That's Sir Sildar's friend, as small reminder -- given the trouble some local "thugs" have been causing the town." He frowns. "Though calling them mere thugs may be underselling things. I'll... we can get more into their activities while we're on the move. But suffice to say, so long as they're about, we're not gonna make much traction on the main job, if you can forgive some callousness there."
"Which is where the lead comes in that can -- in theory, result us in finding their base of operations. Whereby we can start dismantling it. Preferably quietly." All the last few lines he said in more hushed whispers, leery -- even if the place was virtually empty at the time -- of any listeners. "It's all a manner of finding them on this farm, assuming they haven't returned yet, and convincing them to point the way."
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"If Quellin's boy has taken up with brigands, there is a possibility there. There may even be something to that cliff side manor he mentioned. He said it was abandoned and if I fancied myself the ipso facto ruler of a small town where no one could oppose you, a castle would seem a fitting domicile. Master Salazar, do you believe that the people here may be inspired to turn their spades against the Reds? It's seems unlikely that the Mayor is the only one they have leverage over."
Lark stares into the fireplace for a moment. At the corner of his mouth, a small smirk in born. It grows rapidly into a grin.
"Naturally, I would nominate myself as orator, swaying hearts and minds to the cause. We would need a more locale obscura though, as we cannot verify the loyalties of any of this rabble. Have either of you happened across any arenas fitting our needs?"
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Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
Although he smiles faintly at Lark's enthusiasm, he has nod sadly a 'no' to the question. "It is because the Reds may have things on others that they cannot fight. Worse yet, the people we seek may even be inclined to... impose restrictions upon us, if you catch my meaning. Creating needless Chaos if we are too bold and open in our 'recruitment' efforts."The last part he looks between both compatriots. "As for the castle or Manor or whatever it truly is, that's... a little on the nose. That's not to say it isn't being used or connected in some fashion to the son's discovery. In fact, I would not be all too surprised given the materially wealthy's habit of creating those sorts of things for their homes. We'd also may wish to go at night. Limit the chances of being spotted on our way up if the way is to out in the open."
He smirks and shakes his head. The expression falters, and after a quiet moment he looks to Alynoa. "If you think this 'someone' of yours can help further, even if its not quite as grand as revolution, I would like to meet them before we finalize anything."
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"You are very wise, Master Salazar. Perhaps it is best to avoid drawing citizens INTO a fire. I spent some time in the Underdark before I met my Master. My uncle is a house slave for one of the Dark Elf families. I never remember which, Dark Elf names always seem like they choose vowels at random. Regardless, I am perfectly comfortable skulking in darkness."
Lark looks back and forth between Salazar and Alynoa. "Is it strange that this is kind of exciting. I mean, reading about adventuring in my Master books is one thing, but this is kind of.." he pauses, searching for the words, "fun?"
(OOC: pretty sure Lark's outlook on "fun" is going to change drastically as this campaign moves along lol)
"Fun," Alynoa nods slightly, "I don't think that's the proper word but we'll go with that for now." As they continue to talk about their plans, a small weasel pops it's head out of one of Alynoa's pockets.
Although intrigued at first at the mention of Dark and masters, Salazar later grimaces over the last word. "There is a sort of 'high' that comes with potentially dangerous situations despite logic." At even the slightest odd looks he adds quickly, "O-or so I've read. Once."Salazar clears his throat, hesitates in saying something seeing the weasel, but with a curt head shake appears to get back on track. "So, keeping in mind the possibility of the son being turned, we head out at night for the manor. In the meantime, we should stay here. Take it easy. The less we draw further attention to ourselves, the easier it /should/ be later to see things through. Sounds reasonable?"
If there is little else further to add, Salazar makes a point of ordering more drinks and food for the table before settling in for a chill afternoon. During which time he tries to study the orb more to discovery its secrets. Even turning to saying things in some alien but inviting and warm tongue, beseeching his god for clues to follow. But if outside magic it proves impossible, he moves on to awkwardly asking or absently sharing tales about his previous journey up to Neverwinter. How fate and faith drew him northward from his home in Candlekeep. Although he sounds vague at times, wishing to avoid alluding too much into his true nature; his true race, for all intents and purposes.
Lark cocks an eyebrow as Salazar adds the bit about "Not drawing attention to ourselves." He looks about to protest, when Alynoa's weasel makes it presence known.
"Adorable little rodent. Is it a 'familial' or pet? Or food?," Larks laughs like a bucket of rocks rolling down the stairs. "I am only joking. Weasel meat is not good."
Lark is not very tired, the thugs helping him into an extemporaneous nap earlier, so he helps himself to some food and drink, but serving both Salazar and Alynoa before him. If they give him a question him about the act, he replies with a shrug, "Old habits."
He becomes reverent and quiet as Salazar speaks in his alien tongue. Lark watches in fascination, and appears both intensely focused on and confounded by the words disappearing from his memory the moment he hears them.
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Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
((My gosh has it really been a week... sorry guys. I'll start trying something tomorrow.... that might help even if it means smaller posts from me.... but i also need to speak with my group B... I might fuse the groups into a single party.. since you're all essentially in the same place, more or less So give me another day or two and once that group decides what they wish to do..... I will proceed. Also that arcane roll...... heh you'll understand soon.))
Quellin stutters for a few moments, looking both admonishes and confused. His head lulling around as he attempts, almost literally to wrap his head around what he had just been told. O-oh.. well I had finished my tasks for the day …. s-so.. I don't have.. Oh.. you want me to leave..... Sorrry…" he says, realizing he was more or less being *politely* shooed away, hopping down from his chair he sullenly shuffles his feet towards the door. You folks probably have bigger concerns oyu need to d-discuss amongst yourselves, that a commonfolk like me shouldn't hear. Got it. it was clear he wasn't upset, but he did clearly look like he felt left-out. Eventually making his way to the door and heading out.
The mysterious group in the tavern did not follow, nor did they seem to be looking towards the group. WHile that doesn't mean they were listening in, it also doesn't mean they weren't.
Business in the tavern went on as normal, as the group rested in the inn for most of the day, the barkeep demanding each of you purchase something every few hours, charging a total of a gold over the course of the day from each of you, though he became friendlier over time. Little else happened, other than patrons coming and going The smell of food and drink, and occasional chatter. This was relatively calm for a tavern overall. Not a single fight broke out, even with people who looked like they were not locals. No real new information was gathered, though the weasel did attract some attention anytime a child or young, fresh adventurer came in.
Salazars focus however was entirely on the little sphere. Using his knowledge, he turned and twisted and explored the sphere, eventually pushing some of his own aether into the ball. Suddenly it sprung to life... beginning to speak.. in many many languages..... most of them unintelligible.
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The orb is Neutral Good. And Atheistic. it has a .... Ability scores: 13161481211
18 INT, 14 WIS, and 9 CHR. So while it is very smart, and wise, it has just as much trouble as you with explaining things. It has a + 9 to ALL INT based skill checks, EXCEPT religion, as it's an Atheist. It literally believes there are no deities or devils.
The orb seems to finally compute your language, saying Based on your looks, your name has a 87% chance of being Salami. greetings master Salami. I am your orb of wisdom. Once per day, you may use my massive stores of knowledge. Reprogramming personality matrix to match that of master Salami. Once per day you may use the orb for a single skill check in any int field, including religion, but it has a -9 to that. And it cannot benefit from guidance. You get a 1d20+9, and it is the orb informing, not you. The orb 'recharges' at dawn.
Fairly soon after Quellin leaves, Lark pulls out his monocle and unwrapped a short length of copper wire that was connecting the chain to its body. Straightening it with his fingers he whispers a message to Quellin. "My dear new friend, we will speak again soon. The less you know, the less danger we will bring you. Be safe."
Lark returns the copper wire to its place on his monocle, attaching the chain and sliding back into his vest pocket. He watches Salazar for a few minutes, but quickly loses interest.
"Lady Alynoa, tell me about this friend of yours?"
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Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
Salazar cringes and smiles awkwardly at the orb. "Orb of wisdom? Fascinating! N-no doubt you are the product of some wizard or theologian or even arcanist work for sure... a-and the name is Salazar Falone, my shiny new friend. But you were rather close!"He chuckles softly to himself. "Would it be alright if I call you Thatcher? Or even Solomon? You seem like you can be either, meaningless as those may be from your perspective." The aasimar said, cringing at his own incidental callousness.
Once he had an answer and possibly more, he glances over to the mystery group still lingering around even after so long, then to his compatriots. He holds off saying anything until his compatriots have finished their own sidebar. And in the meantime, he slips Solomon into an inner pocket of his outer jacket. Unless it voices wishing or proves capable of rudimentary locomotion of its own. In which case, he stares fascinated for a few moments more before finally noting an end to any conversation.
"Say Lark. Before evening falls and bringing any night owls -- few though there may be with things... being what they are. *ahem*... Those few over there. Think you can suss out their purpose for being here. Could be their new in town, and not so biased as not lend a hand or so with our current op."He glances to Alynoa. "Or perhaps we just leave them alone?"
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Lark smiles at Salazar's request. "I can surely try my best." Larks stumbles to his feet, arms spread wide to balance himself. Carefully, he tries to step off the seat he was on and wobbles to the floor, laughing. He proclaims loudly, "Im in the mood for a story..." He shakily climbs to his feet and snatches a bottle of wine (or whatever is handy) sloshing some onto the floor. He sways back and forth staring at the spilled wine, blinking. He looks over to the group that Salazar had marked. He meanders over in no straight line, dragging a chair behind him the whole way. He throws himself into the chair, narrowly avoiding falling over backward, and offers the wine to the group. (performance for the drunk act /w inspiration 23)
"Have I ever told you guys about the King of Son-Jara? It starts with his father, King Nare. King Nare ruled over a small desert kingdom to the south of the Moonsea. One day a hunter entered his courtroom carrying the body of a Yuan-ti. The hunter was a soothsayer read in the spilled entrails of the Yuan-ti that the King would marry an ugly woman. And their son would be a mighty King." Lark pauses to take a sip of wine. "This naturally angered the King's current wife, and the son they had borne. But the fates, in their wanton abandon, had other plans. Two warriors brought a captured orc before the King. Seeing her face, he recalled the prophecy and married her. She bore him a son, small and frail. The boy , called Ursu, could not even walk without assistance for the first dozen years of life. Still heeding the prophecy the King hired the boy a Griot, a kind of Bard, to record his history and his stories. This griot would also serve as an adviser and bodyguard. Before long the King succumbed to old age and his first born son took the throne. With the Queen whispering in his ear, the newly crowned King banished the half-orc Ursu. Under council of the Griot, Ursu sought a powerful tree in the darkest forest of the Silver marches. While he was away, a powerful sorcerer from Thar attacked the kingdom of Son-Jara. The King fearing for his life fled the country. Ursu returned wielding a bow and arrows carved from the tree he sought. He battled the sorcerer and in the end destroyed him. He took the throne and in a measure of graciousness welcomed his brother back to the castle. The half orc King Ursu ruled long and was well loved by his people. That is the story of how The King of Son-Jara destroyed the bigot tree and reclaimed his throne." Lark drains the flagon of wine in front of him.
"Sooo, what brings you to our fair tavern this evening?"
Somewhere off in the town, heading toward the Farm a little gnome jumped in surprise, hearing what he assumed was a 'voice in his head' until he recognized it as Larks. Looking about abashedly, cheeks flushing as he wipes his short and overalls off, as though he had simply had a scare from some insect, before going about his business. Causing a slight chuckle from those around him, but little else.
The orb, now designating itself as 'Thatcher Solomon' glows softly. The appearance of Mage Hand coalescing, as the orb begins to float of it's own power. Staying above and behind Salazars head. (you will not control the orb as an NPC yourself, other than when you have it make a check.)
The group, keeping to themselves, suddenly starts, looking as the clearly over-drunk.... goblin!? walked toward them! Initially they seemed panicked, but after a moment, they noticed the better than average clothing, .. and the fact no one else seemed to be panicking at the sight. The group loosening a bit, but not letting their guard down entirely. Though one of them did chuckle at the antics of the Bard. Once lark began speaking, the group looked at each other a bit bemusedly yet confused as well. Though they listened with rapt attention, while it wasn't perfect, the performance was excellent for a drunkard...
A-hem.. Well... that was quite the story though we're not sure why exactly you chose, out of the blue to approach us and regale us with a story.... albeit a unique one we have never before heard, however... We are ... the woman, says, looking around briefly, and with what seemed a 'satisfactory check' We are travelling merchants, but we are also novices. And we have heard rumors of vagabonds in the town, so we're... being cautious that they do not seek to rip us off with their 'tax' and such. We are on our way to Neverwinter to make names for ourselves. Our goods are of low quality.... but the price matches, we do not intend to extort... For example .. She says, pulling a murky red vial from her cloak. This is a health potion (-1) .. while not as effective it can still heal some damage, There may be other effects but they're not usually bad... Can I interest you in one for say... 22 gold?
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"Master says, its not polite to talk business with strangers. My name is Lark, I am somewhat new to these lands myself." Lark will pause long enough to let her/them introduce themselves. If they do: Lark will try to get a peek at weapons, armor, pouches and the like 15. If their focus remains on him solely:
"OH magnificent, do you brew you own potions? I have heard stories but have never actually met anyone who did. Also may i suggest the verbiage 'discount' when selling your goods, not 'low quality' it sounds better. What do you mean by other effects?" Lark will pay attention to her pupils and breathing as he asks the last question. Trying to determine if she is being honest with him. 4
Although a mildly confused and perhaps even worried about 'Thatcher Solomon' being just out of sight, the Aasimar tries to mentally brush off both concerns in favor of more pressing ones. Like trying to listen in on Larks interaction between the mystery party without being too overt about it. "So, about this contact of yours."He says to Alnoya during the interim. A little small talk to further add credence to the whole not listening in.
Salazar does quirk a brow at the mention of potions, and even gives just enough a sideways glance to try and get a ready on the speaker. He considers for a moment asking Oghma's aid, but holds back.
The female nods profusely, with the vigor of youth, and all the naivete that come's along with it. Swishing the vial, the murky liquid sworls around, much like the much in a swamp when disturbed by a large object passing through. And I understand... Talking to strangers in this world can be dangerous, or so papa.... an old friend said. Even as she spoke, the others remained relatively quiet but seemed to be gettign excited.. likely at the potential sale before they even reached their destination. Despite Larks best efforts, he saw no weapons or armor on them. They were all wearing commoners clothing and hoods, very likely unlucky merchants at-worst-threat. O-oh? Well.. I wanted to be honest about my services..... as honest as possible.. too many shifty shady ones... I wanted that to be my .. uh.. motto. But I'll try that and see how people take it! As for side effects.... I.. couldn't tell you... we're still very experimental. we know some herbs that combine to make healing properties but we haven't quite found the balance yet... Lark couldn't tell if she was am amazing actress.. or if she was the most sincere merchant he's ever met.
((OOC - Alynoa? you ok?))
Salazar however, can tell she's quite flustered and just trying to make a sale.
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Lark stands and removes his beret, revealing a small, curly splash of reddish orange hair. And most likely a discolored welt, keepsake of the thumping he had received earlier. "Madame Alynoa, welcome back. May I offer you some wine?"
He replaces his cap, and pours a goblet of wine for Alynoa. "This keystone of agriculture is our new friend Quellin. Likewise, this is Lady Alynoa."
After she has had time to settle, Lark will attempt to summarize the events of the day, remembering to embellish his attack for the sake of Quellin. After which, he turns to Quellin, "Dearest Q, do not mistake my glibness as trying to rid ourselves of you, but shouldn't you get back to tending your fields?" We've have some discreet matters to discuss and we will take into council what you have proffered about your son. My thanks dear friend, we shall see each other again soon."
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Aylnoa smiles and take the goblet from him. "Greetings to you as well. I hope you haven't been waiting for me for too long have you?" She takes a few sips from the cup while sitting down. "My errands took a bit more time than I expected, but I found what I was looking for." She takes the gemstone out of her pocket and admires it for a few moments before placing it in the pouch on her hip. "Did anything interesting happen while I was gone?"
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(Quote: Aylnoa smiles and take the goblet from him. "Greetings to you as well. I hope you haven't been waiting for me for too long have you?")
Salazar just shakes his head no, but hardly looked up from the bauble now. "I know, Ahn. Just a-" He stops, blinks a few times, then takes in the scene. With a sheepish grin, he puts away the bauble for now, and after holding up a finger for Aylnoa to wait turns to say to Quellin, "It was a pleasure meeting you. We will be in touch, at the very least." Only once Quellin left does the scholar finally regard Aylnoa with a look that was both a 'glad you here' and 'serious business time'.
"Y-you asked before about anything interesting happening, and, well... Lark could tell you his story better than I. Though somewhat importantly, we may have lead on at least Iarno -- That's Sir Sildar's friend, as small reminder -- given the trouble some local "thugs" have been causing the town." He frowns. "Though calling them mere thugs may be underselling things. I'll... we can get more into their activities while we're on the move. But suffice to say, so long as they're about, we're not gonna make much traction on the main job, if you can forgive some callousness there."
"Which is where the lead comes in that can -- in theory, result us in finding their base of operations. Whereby we can start dismantling it. Preferably quietly." All the last few lines he said in more hushed whispers, leery -- even if the place was virtually empty at the time -- of any listeners. "It's all a manner of finding them on this farm, assuming they haven't returned yet, and convincing them to point the way."
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"If Quellin's boy has taken up with brigands, there is a possibility there. There may even be something to that cliff side manor he mentioned. He said it was abandoned and if I fancied myself the ipso facto ruler of a small town where no one could oppose you, a castle would seem a fitting domicile. Master Salazar, do you believe that the people here may be inspired to turn their spades against the Reds? It's seems unlikely that the Mayor is the only one they have leverage over."
Lark stares into the fireplace for a moment. At the corner of his mouth, a small smirk in born. It grows rapidly into a grin.
"Naturally, I would nominate myself as orator, swaying hearts and minds to the cause. We would need a more locale obscura though, as we cannot verify the loyalties of any of this rabble. Have either of you happened across any arenas fitting our needs?"
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
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Alynoa smiles, "Thankfully I know someone who can help us."
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Although he smiles faintly at Lark's enthusiasm, he has nod sadly a 'no' to the question. "It is because the Reds may have things on others that they cannot fight. Worse yet, the people we seek may even be inclined to... impose restrictions upon us, if you catch my meaning. Creating needless Chaos if we are too bold and open in our 'recruitment' efforts." The last part he looks between both compatriots. "As for the castle or Manor or whatever it truly is, that's... a little on the nose. That's not to say it isn't being used or connected in some fashion to the son's discovery. In fact, I would not be all too surprised given the materially wealthy's habit of creating those sorts of things for their homes. We'd also may wish to go at night. Limit the chances of being spotted on our way up if the way is to out in the open."
He smirks and shakes his head. The expression falters, and after a quiet moment he looks to Alynoa. "If you think this 'someone' of yours can help further, even if its not quite as grand as revolution, I would like to meet them before we finalize anything."
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"You are very wise, Master Salazar. Perhaps it is best to avoid drawing citizens INTO a fire. I spent some time in the Underdark before I met my Master. My uncle is a house slave for one of the Dark Elf families. I never remember which, Dark Elf names always seem like they choose vowels at random. Regardless, I am perfectly comfortable skulking in darkness."
Lark looks back and forth between Salazar and Alynoa. "Is it strange that this is kind of exciting. I mean, reading about adventuring in my Master books is one thing, but this is kind of.." he pauses, searching for the words, "fun?"
(OOC: pretty sure Lark's outlook on "fun" is going to change drastically as this campaign moves along lol)
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
"Fun," Alynoa nods slightly, "I don't think that's the proper word but we'll go with that for now." As they continue to talk about their plans, a small weasel pops it's head out of one of Alynoa's pockets.
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Although intrigued at first at the mention of Dark and masters, Salazar later grimaces over the last word. "There is a sort of 'high' that comes with potentially dangerous situations despite logic." At even the slightest odd looks he adds quickly, "O-or so I've read. Once." Salazar clears his throat, hesitates in saying something seeing the weasel, but with a curt head shake appears to get back on track. "So, keeping in mind the possibility of the son being turned, we head out at night for the manor. In the meantime, we should stay here. Take it easy. The less we draw further attention to ourselves, the easier it /should/ be later to see things through. Sounds reasonable?"
If there is little else further to add, Salazar makes a point of ordering more drinks and food for the table before settling in for a chill afternoon. During which time he tries to study the orb more to discovery its secrets. Even turning to saying things in some alien but inviting and warm tongue, beseeching his god for clues to follow. But if outside magic it proves impossible, he moves on to awkwardly asking or absently sharing tales about his previous journey up to Neverwinter. How fate and faith drew him northward from his home in Candlekeep. Although he sounds vague at times, wishing to avoid alluding too much into his true nature; his true race, for all intents and purposes.
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Lark cocks an eyebrow as Salazar adds the bit about "Not drawing attention to ourselves." He looks about to protest, when Alynoa's weasel makes it presence known.
"Adorable little rodent. Is it a 'familial' or pet? Or food?," Larks laughs like a bucket of rocks rolling down the stairs. "I am only joking. Weasel meat is not good."
Lark is not very tired, the thugs helping him into an extemporaneous nap earlier, so he helps himself to some food and drink, but serving both Salazar and Alynoa before him. If they give him a question him about the act, he replies with a shrug, "Old habits."
He becomes reverent and quiet as Salazar speaks in his alien tongue. Lark watches in fascination, and appears both intensely focused on and confounded by the words disappearing from his memory the moment he hears them.
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
((My gosh has it really been a week... sorry guys. I'll start trying something tomorrow.... that might help even if it means smaller posts from me.... but i also need to speak with my group B... I might fuse the groups into a single party.. since you're all essentially in the same place, more or less So give me another day or two and once that group decides what they wish to do..... I will proceed. Also that arcane roll...... heh you'll understand soon.))
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((Looks liek the other group is against the idea, and no ones voiced here, so i'll be posting today, sorry for delays...))
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Quellin stutters for a few moments, looking both admonishes and confused. His head lulling around as he attempts, almost literally to wrap his head around what he had just been told. O-oh.. well I had finished my tasks for the day …. s-so.. I don't have.. Oh.. you want me to leave..... Sorrry…" he says, realizing he was more or less being *politely* shooed away, hopping down from his chair he sullenly shuffles his feet towards the door. You folks probably have bigger concerns oyu need to d-discuss amongst yourselves, that a commonfolk like me shouldn't hear. Got it. it was clear he wasn't upset, but he did clearly look like he felt left-out. Eventually making his way to the door and heading out.
The mysterious group in the tavern did not follow, nor did they seem to be looking towards the group. WHile that doesn't mean they were listening in, it also doesn't mean they weren't.
Business in the tavern went on as normal, as the group rested in the inn for most of the day, the barkeep demanding each of you purchase something every few hours, charging a total of a gold over the course of the day from each of you, though he became friendlier over time. Little else happened, other than patrons coming and going The smell of food and drink, and occasional chatter. This was relatively calm for a tavern overall. Not a single fight broke out, even with people who looked like they were not locals. No real new information was gathered, though the weasel did attract some attention anytime a child or young, fresh adventurer came in.
Salazars focus however was entirely on the little sphere. Using his knowledge, he turned and twisted and explored the sphere, eventually pushing some of his own aether into the ball. Suddenly it sprung to life... beginning to speak.. in many many languages..... most of them unintelligible.
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The orb is Neutral Good. And Atheistic. it has a .... Ability scores: 13 16 14 8 12 11
18 INT, 14 WIS, and 9 CHR. So while it is very smart, and wise, it has just as much trouble as you with explaining things. It has a + 9 to ALL INT based skill checks, EXCEPT religion, as it's an Atheist. It literally believes there are no deities or devils.
The orb seems to finally compute your language, saying Based on your looks, your name has a 87% chance of being Salami. greetings master Salami. I am your orb of wisdom. Once per day, you may use my massive stores of knowledge. Reprogramming personality matrix to match that of master Salami. Once per day you may use the orb for a single skill check in any int field, including religion, but it has a -9 to that. And it cannot benefit from guidance. You get a 1d20+9, and it is the orb informing, not you. The orb 'recharges' at dawn.
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Fairly soon after Quellin leaves, Lark pulls out his monocle and unwrapped a short length of copper wire that was connecting the chain to its body. Straightening it with his fingers he whispers a message to Quellin. "My dear new friend, we will speak again soon. The less you know, the less danger we will bring you. Be safe."
Lark returns the copper wire to its place on his monocle, attaching the chain and sliding back into his vest pocket. He watches Salazar for a few minutes, but quickly loses interest.
"Lady Alynoa, tell me about this friend of yours?"
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Salazar cringes and smiles awkwardly at the orb. "Orb of wisdom? Fascinating! N-no doubt you are the product of some wizard or theologian or even arcanist work for sure... a-and the name is Salazar Falone, my shiny new friend. But you were rather close!" He chuckles softly to himself. "Would it be alright if I call you Thatcher? Or even Solomon? You seem like you can be either, meaningless as those may be from your perspective." The aasimar said, cringing at his own incidental callousness.
Once he had an answer and possibly more, he glances over to the mystery group still lingering around even after so long, then to his compatriots. He holds off saying anything until his compatriots have finished their own sidebar. And in the meantime, he slips Solomon into an inner pocket of his outer jacket. Unless it voices wishing or proves capable of rudimentary locomotion of its own. In which case, he stares fascinated for a few moments more before finally noting an end to any conversation.
"Say Lark. Before evening falls and bringing any night owls -- few though there may be with things... being what they are. *ahem*... Those few over there. Think you can suss out their purpose for being here. Could be their new in town, and not so biased as not lend a hand or so with our current op." He glances to Alynoa. "Or perhaps we just leave them alone?"
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Lark smiles at Salazar's request. "I can surely try my best." Larks stumbles to his feet, arms spread wide to balance himself. Carefully, he tries to step off the seat he was on and wobbles to the floor, laughing. He proclaims loudly, "Im in the mood for a story..." He shakily climbs to his feet and snatches a bottle of wine (or whatever is handy) sloshing some onto the floor. He sways back and forth staring at the spilled wine, blinking. He looks over to the group that Salazar had marked. He meanders over in no straight line, dragging a chair behind him the whole way. He throws himself into the chair, narrowly avoiding falling over backward, and offers the wine to the group. (performance for the drunk act /w inspiration 23)
"Have I ever told you guys about the King of Son-Jara? It starts with his father, King Nare. King Nare ruled over a small desert kingdom to the south of the Moonsea. One day a hunter entered his courtroom carrying the body of a Yuan-ti. The hunter was a soothsayer read in the spilled entrails of the Yuan-ti that the King would marry an ugly woman. And their son would be a mighty King." Lark pauses to take a sip of wine. "This naturally angered the King's current wife, and the son they had borne. But the fates, in their wanton abandon, had other plans. Two warriors brought a captured orc before the King. Seeing her face, he recalled the prophecy and married her. She bore him a son, small and frail. The boy , called Ursu, could not even walk without assistance for the first dozen years of life. Still heeding the prophecy the King hired the boy a Griot, a kind of Bard, to record his history and his stories. This griot would also serve as an adviser and bodyguard. Before long the King succumbed to old age and his first born son took the throne. With the Queen whispering in his ear, the newly crowned King banished the half-orc Ursu. Under council of the Griot, Ursu sought a powerful tree in the darkest forest of the Silver marches. While he was away, a powerful sorcerer from Thar attacked the kingdom of Son-Jara. The King fearing for his life fled the country. Ursu returned wielding a bow and arrows carved from the tree he sought. He battled the sorcerer and in the end destroyed him. He took the throne and in a measure of graciousness welcomed his brother back to the castle. The half orc King Ursu ruled long and was well loved by his people. That is the story of how The King of Son-Jara destroyed the bigot tree and reclaimed his throne." Lark drains the flagon of wine in front of him.
"Sooo, what brings you to our fair tavern this evening?"
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Somewhere off in the town, heading toward the Farm a little gnome jumped in surprise, hearing what he assumed was a 'voice in his head' until he recognized it as Larks. Looking about abashedly, cheeks flushing as he wipes his short and overalls off, as though he had simply had a scare from some insect, before going about his business. Causing a slight chuckle from those around him, but little else.
The orb, now designating itself as 'Thatcher Solomon' glows softly. The appearance of Mage Hand coalescing, as the orb begins to float of it's own power. Staying above and behind Salazars head. (you will not control the orb as an NPC yourself, other than when you have it make a check.)
The group, keeping to themselves, suddenly starts, looking as the clearly over-drunk.... goblin!? walked toward them! Initially they seemed panicked, but after a moment, they noticed the better than average clothing, .. and the fact no one else seemed to be panicking at the sight. The group loosening a bit, but not letting their guard down entirely. Though one of them did chuckle at the antics of the Bard. Once lark began speaking, the group looked at each other a bit bemusedly yet confused as well. Though they listened with rapt attention, while it wasn't perfect, the performance was excellent for a drunkard...
A-hem.. Well... that was quite the story though we're not sure why exactly you chose, out of the blue to approach us and regale us with a story.... albeit a unique one we have never before heard, however... We are ... the woman, says, looking around briefly, and with what seemed a 'satisfactory check' We are travelling merchants, but we are also novices. And we have heard rumors of vagabonds in the town, so we're... being cautious that they do not seek to rip us off with their 'tax' and such. We are on our way to Neverwinter to make names for ourselves. Our goods are of low quality.... but the price matches, we do not intend to extort... For example .. She says, pulling a murky red vial from her cloak. This is a health potion (-1) .. while not as effective it can still heal some damage, There may be other effects but they're not usually bad... Can I interest you in one for say... 22 gold?
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"Master says, its not polite to talk business with strangers. My name is Lark, I am somewhat new to these lands myself." Lark will pause long enough to let her/them introduce themselves. If they do: Lark will try to get a peek at weapons, armor, pouches and the like 15. If their focus remains on him solely:
"OH magnificent, do you brew you own potions? I have heard stories but have never actually met anyone who did. Also may i suggest the verbiage 'discount' when selling your goods, not 'low quality' it sounds better. What do you mean by other effects?" Lark will pay attention to her pupils and breathing as he asks the last question. Trying to determine if she is being honest with him. 4
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Although a mildly confused and perhaps even worried about 'Thatcher Solomon' being just out of sight, the Aasimar tries to mentally brush off both concerns in favor of more pressing ones. Like trying to listen in on Larks interaction between the mystery party without being too overt about it. "So, about this contact of yours." He says to Alnoya during the interim. A little small talk to further add credence to the whole not listening in.
Salazar does quirk a brow at the mention of potions, and even gives just enough a sideways glance to try and get a ready on the speaker. He considers for a moment asking Oghma's aid, but holds back.
Insight: 10.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
The female nods profusely, with the vigor of youth, and all the naivete that come's along with it. Swishing the vial, the murky liquid sworls around, much like the much in a swamp when disturbed by a large object passing through. And I understand... Talking to strangers in this world can be dangerous, or so papa.... an old friend said. Even as she spoke, the others remained relatively quiet but seemed to be gettign excited.. likely at the potential sale before they even reached their destination. Despite Larks best efforts, he saw no weapons or armor on them. They were all wearing commoners clothing and hoods, very likely unlucky merchants at-worst-threat. O-oh? Well.. I wanted to be honest about my services..... as honest as possible.. too many shifty shady ones... I wanted that to be my .. uh.. motto. But I'll try that and see how people take it! As for side effects.... I.. couldn't tell you... we're still very experimental. we know some herbs that combine to make healing properties but we haven't quite found the balance yet... Lark couldn't tell if she was am amazing actress.. or if she was the most sincere merchant he's ever met.
((OOC - Alynoa? you ok?))
Salazar however, can tell she's quite flustered and just trying to make a sale.
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