Saerirra had heard the blunt and rude demand for music, but first wanted to tend to the nervous Halfling, to make sure he is ok.
(My bad, I said Gnome by mistake, meant to be talking to Cade the Halfling)
She also heard the Gnome seated at a table alone addressing her. "O-oh...? I'm...sorry for your troubles. I was actually talking to this young man here, but your situation is indeed unfortunate, and I hope it improves."
Peshley watches as a silver dragonborn slinks her way to the bar and sits elegantly. Ordering a drink. She couldn't hear what it was, but she was sure that it wouldn't be too long before someone else was sitting beside the woman paying for her drinks instead. "Typical." Peshley thought.
The room was a real melting pot, not surprising considering it proximity to the guilds. People from everywhere would be coming to trade goods and information, seeking apprenticeships and appealing for help. This was the type of place where opportunities would arise if you kept your wits about you.
Peshley's drink arrived and she sipped it as she continued to scan the room. Without thinking her fingers are moving in the patterns of the spells she has been studying recently.
As you lift your nose from your spellbook for just a few moment's, you notice an old Human in tattered robes sitting at a table nearby, thick specticles resting on his crooked nose, and an equally thick and torn spellbook resting on his table. He keeps scratching his balding head, repeating to himself "No no no! Thats not it! Why can I not remember this formula? An infant could do it!"
If you would like to assist the old senile wizard, you may roll ARCANA
Saerirra had heard the blunt and rude demand for music, but first wanted to tend to the nervous Halfling, to make sure he is ok.
(My bad, I said Gnome by mistake, meant to be talking to Cade the Halfling)
She also heard the Gnome seated at a table alone addressing her. "O-oh...? I'm...sorry for your troubles. I was actually talking to this young man here, but your situation is indeed unfortunate, and I hope it improves."
Peshley watches as a silver dragonborn slinks her way to the bar and sits elegantly. Ordering a drink. She couldn't hear what it was, but she was sure that it wouldn't be too long before someone else was sitting beside the woman paying for her drinks instead. "Typical." Peshley thought.
The room was a real melting pot, not surprising considering it proximity to the guilds. People from everywhere would be coming to trade goods and information, seeking apprenticeships and appealing for help. This was the type of place where opportunities would arise if you kept your wits about you.
Peshley's drink arrived and she sipped it as she continued to scan the room. Without thinking her fingers are moving in the patterns of the spells she has been studying recently.
As you lift your nose from your spellbook for just a few moment's, you notice an old Human in tattered robes sitting at a table nearby, thick specticles resting on his crooked nose, and an equally thick and torn spellbook resting on his table. He keeps scratching his balding head, repeating to himself "No no no! Thats not it! Why can I not remember this formula? An infant could do it!"
If you would like to assist the old senile wizard, you may roll ARCANA
Backstory
"Oh, don't pay any attention to me, nobody else seems to." Peshley took another sip of her drink.
"No no no! Thats not it! Why can I not remember this formula? An infant could do it!"
Her ears pricked up. At least someone here is going to get me. She clambered down of her stool and made her way across to the table where she a man in tattered robes studying a spellbook. Her curiosity was peaked. It was always interesting to see what tidbits of information people had gleaned. Peshley tried to shake of her earlier annoyance and be as charming as possible. " I...I couldn't help but notice. You seem a little frustrated. Could, maybe, I be of assistance?" As she says this she leans her staff, with a deep blue flickering orb embedded in its head, against the table.
Persuassion: 7
Arcana:18
OOC: Due to the nature of PbP I tend to roll a few extra rolls that may be necessary. Just use the ones you need to.
Saerirra had heard the blunt and rude demand for music, but first wanted to tend to the nervous Halfling, to make sure he is ok.
(My bad, I said Gnome by mistake, meant to be talking to Cade the Halfling)
She also heard the Gnome seated at a table alone addressing her. "O-oh...? I'm...sorry for your troubles. I was actually talking to this young man here, but your situation is indeed unfortunate, and I hope it improves."
Cade - Confused between the short exchange between the gnome and the dragonborn Cade decideds it is best to answer the questions of the dragonborn that said their name was Saerirra, "Oh...um...I'm fine. I believe you said your name was...was...Saerirra? My name is Cade. Please forgive me, but...I have never met one of your kind before and...I am rather...um...! (Cade is obviously nervous, but he starts to speak a bit more boldly and quick in his speech with his eyes closed and his head high he continues.) It's just, this is the farthest I have ever been from home and after years of reading and entertaining people with song and story alike, I want to venture forth and make my own stories." Seemingly out of breath and on the verge of his nerves getting the better of him he reaches into his pouch and pulls out a gold coin and slaps in on top of the bar and says, "Bartender! I would like a pint of your finest...please."
Saerirra smiles and nods after seeing Cade regain his composure. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Cade. If you'll excuse me, I shall now provide entertainment for the patrons here."
She walks up onto the stage, pulling her flute, made of nicely polished and maintained silver, from the small pack snuggled into the sash of her dress and begins to play.
Saerirra had heard the blunt and rude demand for music, but first wanted to tend to the nervous Halfling, to make sure he is ok.
(My bad, I said Gnome by mistake, meant to be talking to Cade the Halfling)
She also heard the Gnome seated at a table alone addressing her. "O-oh...? I'm...sorry for your troubles. I was actually talking to this young man here, but your situation is indeed unfortunate, and I hope it improves."
Peshley watches as a silver dragonborn slinks her way to the bar and sits elegantly. Ordering a drink. She couldn't hear what it was, but she was sure that it wouldn't be too long before someone else was sitting beside the woman paying for her drinks instead. "Typical." Peshley thought.
The room was a real melting pot, not surprising considering it proximity to the guilds. People from everywhere would be coming to trade goods and information, seeking apprenticeships and appealing for help. This was the type of place where opportunities would arise if you kept your wits about you.
Peshley's drink arrived and she sipped it as she continued to scan the room. Without thinking her fingers are moving in the patterns of the spells she has been studying recently.
As you lift your nose from your spellbook for just a few moment's, you notice an old Human in tattered robes sitting at a table nearby, thick specticles resting on his crooked nose, and an equally thick and torn spellbook resting on his table. He keeps scratching his balding head, repeating to himself "No no no! Thats not it! Why can I not remember this formula? An infant could do it!"
If you would like to assist the old senile wizard, you may roll ARCANA
Backstory
"Oh, don't pay any attention to me, nobody else seems to." Peshley took another sip of her drink.
"No no no! Thats not it! Why can I not remember this formula? An infant could do it!"
Her ears pricked up. At least someone here is going to get me. She clambered down of her stool and made her way across to the table where she a man in tattered robes studying a spellbook. Her curiosity was peaked. It was always interesting to see what tidbits of information people had gleaned. Peshley tried to shake of her earlier annoyance and be as charming as possible. " I...I couldn't help but notice. You seem a little frustrated. Could, maybe, I be of assistance?" As she says this she leans her staff, with a deep blue flickering orb embedded in its head, against the table.
Persuassion: 7
Arcana:18
OOC: Due to the nature of PbP I tend to roll a few extra rolls that may be necessary. Just use the ones you need to.
The senile old wizard doesnt even seem to notice you, despite being right in front of him. He just keeps mumbling to himself scratching his head.
However, you get a good peek into his spellbook, an ancient tattered leather-bound tome, full of scratches and stains. The formula he is reading is an extremely complex one, the likes of which you have never seen before. It is obviously a very powerful transmutation spell. One that could possibly transform a building... As he mumbles his incantations, you can't help but notice he is always skipping a basic phrase that any Freshman Arcane Student would know by heart. It just so happens it is covered by an old wine stain...
In the corner of the tavern a sad looking old dwarf just shouts "ANOTHER ONE!" as he sets his flagon on the end of the table, handle facing out so the server can grab it.
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
As Saerirra starts playing her flute, the entire crowd shifts towards the stage, watching and listening in awe of this mysterious Silver Dragonborn, and her amazing virtuoso skills.
What type of music/song do you play? Happy/Sad/slow/fast/love song/drinking song/war song/classical piece/heavy metal/Ron Burgundy style Yazz Flute etc... describe your art
(Since the demand was from a group of ruff looking men, Saerirra would start playing a war song, decently fast but not rapid, just a moderate tempo, and not sad. The tune isn't anything in particular, just something she believes warriors like to hear.)
Saerirra spins and sways as she plays, hoping the men are enjoying the tune and have a song they like to sing to inspire themselves before a great battle, or just to get their morales up.
She is graceful in her movements, clearly having had some dancing lessons as well as talent with her instrument.
In walked a muscular well dressed half-orc. His posture spoke of his noble birth. "What beautiful music is this" whispers Uther B'or, as he walks in, mesmerized by the flute and its musician . He walked up to the stage and silently stood.
After Saerirra noticed the well-groomed Half Orc approach the stage and stare, her cheeks curl up into a soft smile as much as she can while still playing her flute. She bends forward to bow to the man before spinning around towards the back of the stage, then begins to softly prance to and fro, one end of the stage to the other.
Peshley taps the man on the arm. “Have you tried this?” She casts a minor illusion cantrip creating a glowing copy of the words that should be under the wine stain.
After Saerirra noticed the well-groomed Half Orc approach the stage and stare, her cheeks curl up into a soft smile as much as she can while still playing her flute. She bends forward to bow to the man before spinning around towards the back of the stage, then begins to softly prance to and fro, one end of the stage to the other.
Gulping down his pint in order to give him some liquid courage. Cade hops off of his stool and leaps up onto the stage in order to follow suit of Saerirra and to put on a show to accompany the music she is playing he stars by saying, “Come one, come all! Quietly now, take your seats and listen carefully...to the music and to the tale I tell you of Hjurnur Wyrmrever! He who fought a heroic battle of might and wits against his dragon foes only to have his life tragically and savagely changed forever!” Cade is feeling bold with an audience in front of him and does that which has come natural to him. “It all began with “The Thousand Year War” when the fierce dragon-god Garyx chose to use one of his avatars to lead the red dragons to attack the Giants nation of Ostoria. Many years into the war a hero emerged by the name of Hjurnur Wyrmrever; he was most notably distinguished from other giants for his ferocity in battle,” Cade pretends to fight imaginary foes while on stage,”He showed no quarter towards his enemies even having been famed to have broken a dragons back...over his knee!” Cade demonstrates this by going through the motions and pretending to do this on stage. “Having fought his way to the feet of the Dragon Queen Tiamat, with five heads each of which were colored, one for each race of dragonkind and a frightengly long tipped tail with a poisonous stinger,” Cade looks up into the nothingness of the ceiling of the bar making it acting as though he is seeing the Dragon Queen as he describes her visage. “Hjurnur Wyrmrever challenged her to a contest...of riddles! Riddle, after riddle, after riddle they challenged and answered each other until finally... Hjurnur Wyrmrever couldn't answer.” Cade falls to his knees dramatically. “The price for this loss was agreeing to allow the Dragon Queen to eat every savory morsel of his own child!” Cade screams out,”Noooooo!”, and rolls into a crouch. “Hjurnur Wyrmrever in a fit of rage killed the Dragon King chopping and slicing him,” Cade mimics what he is saying as he says them,”and when he finally is exhausted from the effort of having killed the Dragon King he collapses.” Cade dramatically falls to floor and continues the story finishing it out with, “With nothing to live for anymore Hjurnur Wyrmrever laid in the wake of his onslaught of the Dragon King and began to drown in the copious amount of blood that poured out of corpse of the Dragon King.” Cade mimics the drowning, making different sound effects and then dies (figuratively).
Saerirra slowed the tempo gradually upon hearing Cade spin his tale. Eventually her playing is stopped entirely and she steps back and off to the side of the stage, leaving it to Cade until he finishes his story, then plays a brief little tune that signifies the end of the story. She bows and leaves the stage, walking back to the bartender and says to him "My, It's been a little time since I was able to play for an audience, and even longer since I had someone work with me." She gently laughs and smiles. "Ah, but now I believe I shall rent the room I feel I shall need after such a fun day as this."
As the music stops Uther clapps and gives the man a nod. He then walks to the bar, as if drawn in that direction, he finds himself siting next to the musician. " my lady might i buy you a drink, that is the least I can do in thanks to that beautiful tune you played" he raises her hand and kisses it lightly, " I am Uther"
The grizzled yet friendly old Dwarf behind the bar invites you to sit down. "So, what brings you here today?"
A slender tired looking elf answered to Dwarf with a smile and simply request of worm wine and fresh bred, should they have any. Now he was sitting in the corner nursing the mug in his hands, listening an amusing conversation happening near by with the same interest as he was listening Saerirra's performance.
Allowing the man to take her hand, she offers a soft smile in return, the gentlemanly Half Orc not the first to do such a gesture or offer to pay for her drinks. She replies, "Thank you good sir, Uther, my name is Saerirra. I am glad you enjoyed my performance, but I prefer to purchase my own drinks. Plus, towards the end I was not the only performer on stage." She turns to Cade and smiles, bending slightly in a bow towards him. Turning back to Uther, she says "If you feel invigorated and refreshed after hearing me play, then that is all the payment I need. Yes, I do make a living with my flute, but as I started playing of my own accord, I was not officially hired exactly, so payment was not necessary to begin with." She takes one of Uther's hands, gently clasping it between both of hers for a moment before letting go and says "But I do appreciate the gesture. You are not the first to offer me things for my performances. I had received a number of gifts in the past. Mostly flowers, which were lovely and I adored them, but sadly, you cannot take care of flowers while on the road. But gifts such as these..." She places her hand on her chest up near her neck, indicating the small thin leather band around her neck, with a shard hanging from it. "...These kinds of gifts do not require maintenance. But then, I do not require gifts at all, though I am delighted to receive them. This one came from an admirer who I do not know."
Not sure of the limitations here but heck im game.
A large, much larger than your average dwarf, steps up to older gent. "Why im in need of a place to sleep and drink my good fellow guess i hit the jackpot cause you got both!" The green eyed, redhead/bearded dwarf swiftly throws out a hand "The name Fanir my good fellow what may i ask is yours?". Fanir dressed in a simple cotton shirt covered with forge residue and tinkering oil and a pair of black breeches to match nods his head slightly in reverence to the patron.
The bartender looks up to you, obviously impressed by your unusual size. He gives you the classic Granit Clan handshake-headbutt salute, as he slides a tankard of ale your way.
"Moradin's beard! I've never seen a Dwarf this big in me' life! Ya must have Giant blood or somt'n! Anyway, ya see those lads over there?"
He points at a loud group of Humans and Dwarves, all of them built like oxen, gathered around a table where two of them are in the middle of an enraged round of arm wrestling. You definitely see money being passed around, as bets are placed.
"I bet ya' could make a few coins with them. That badly toothless bastard Big Rat has been makin' a soddin' mockery of us dwarves all night. I ya can shut him down, ya can have drinks on the house all bloody night, I tell ya!"
If you wish to participate in the arm wrestling contest, ROLL ATHLETICS
Peshley taps the man on the arm. “Have you tried this?” She casts a minor illusion cantrip creating a glowing copy of the words that should be under the wine stain.
The old Wizard takes off his spectacles as you reveal the missing phrase of the formula, and stares at it for a few seconds smiling before turning to you, and suddenly stands up, slightly wobbling (you notice an almost empty bottle of dubious clear liquid next to him)..."EUREKA!!!"
He gives you a very mischievous smile, and rolls up his sleeves. "You, my gnomish friend, are a..(hickup)...GENIUS!! I've been trying to remember this spell for days! I thought this Purple Worm Absinthe would help me, since I created it while I was drunk in Castle Green, but I might have... (Hickups)...overdone myself this time....now watch this!"
He raises his arms and starts reciting the incantation out loud. As he does so, the bartender notices and his eyes widen in what seems like fear.
"Oh no! Thanicles is at it again! Everybody run for your lives!"
The ground starts to rumble, as Thanicles finishes the incantation and passes out on the floor, drooling...
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Saerirra had heard the blunt and rude demand for music, but first wanted to tend to the nervous Halfling, to make sure he is ok.
(My bad, I said Gnome by mistake, meant to be talking to Cade the Halfling)
She also heard the Gnome seated at a table alone addressing her. "O-oh...? I'm...sorry for your troubles. I was actually talking to this young man here, but your situation is indeed unfortunate, and I hope it improves."
As you lift your nose from your spellbook for just a few moment's, you notice an old Human in tattered robes sitting at a table nearby, thick specticles resting on his crooked nose, and an equally thick and torn spellbook resting on his table. He keeps scratching his balding head, repeating to himself "No no no! Thats not it! Why can I not remember this formula? An infant could do it!"
If you would like to assist the old senile wizard, you may roll ARCANA
If you would like to
"Oh, don't pay any attention to me, nobody else seems to." Peshley took another sip of her drink.
"No no no! Thats not it! Why can I not remember this formula? An infant could do it!"
Her ears pricked up. At least someone here is going to get me. She clambered down of her stool and made her way across to the table where she a man in tattered robes studying a spellbook. Her curiosity was peaked. It was always interesting to see what tidbits of information people had gleaned. Peshley tried to shake of her earlier annoyance and be as charming as possible. " I...I couldn't help but notice. You seem a little frustrated. Could, maybe, I be of assistance?" As she says this she leans her staff, with a deep blue flickering orb embedded in its head, against the table.
Persuassion: 7
Arcana:18
OOC: Due to the nature of PbP I tend to roll a few extra rolls that may be necessary. Just use the ones you need to.
Cade - Confused between the short exchange between the gnome and the dragonborn Cade decideds it is best to answer the questions of the dragonborn that said their name was Saerirra, "Oh...um...I'm fine. I believe you said your name was...was...Saerirra? My name is Cade. Please forgive me, but...I have never met one of your kind before and...I am rather...um...! (Cade is obviously nervous, but he starts to speak a bit more boldly and quick in his speech with his eyes closed and his head high he continues.) It's just, this is the farthest I have ever been from home and after years of reading and entertaining people with song and story alike, I want to venture forth and make my own stories." Seemingly out of breath and on the verge of his nerves getting the better of him he reaches into his pouch and pulls out a gold coin and slaps in on top of the bar and says, "Bartender! I would like a pint of your finest...please."
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Saerirra smiles and nods after seeing Cade regain his composure. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Cade. If you'll excuse me, I shall now provide entertainment for the patrons here."
She walks up onto the stage, pulling her flute, made of nicely polished and maintained silver, from the small pack snuggled into the sash of her dress and begins to play.
Performance check: 21
In the corner of the tavern a sad looking old dwarf just shouts "ANOTHER ONE!" as he sets his flagon on the end of the table, handle facing out so the server can grab it.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
As Saerirra starts playing her flute, the entire crowd shifts towards the stage, watching and listening in awe of this mysterious Silver Dragonborn, and her amazing virtuoso skills.
What type of music/song do you play? Happy/Sad/slow/fast/love song/drinking song/war song/classical piece/heavy metal/Ron Burgundy style Yazz Flute etc... describe your art
(Since the demand was from a group of ruff looking men, Saerirra would start playing a war song, decently fast but not rapid, just a moderate tempo, and not sad. The tune isn't anything in particular, just something she believes warriors like to hear.)
Saerirra spins and sways as she plays, hoping the men are enjoying the tune and have a song they like to sing to inspire themselves before a great battle, or just to get their morales up.
She is graceful in her movements, clearly having had some dancing lessons as well as talent with her instrument.
In walked a muscular well dressed half-orc. His posture spoke of his noble birth. "What beautiful music is this" whispers Uther B'or, as he walks in, mesmerized by the flute and its musician . He walked up to the stage and silently stood.
After Saerirra noticed the well-groomed Half Orc approach the stage and stare, her cheeks curl up into a soft smile as much as she can while still playing her flute. She bends forward to bow to the man before spinning around towards the back of the stage, then begins to softly prance to and fro, one end of the stage to the other.
Peshley taps the man on the arm. “Have you tried this?” She casts a minor illusion cantrip creating a glowing copy of the words that should be under the wine stain.
Gulping down his pint in order to give him some liquid courage. Cade hops off of his stool and leaps up onto the stage in order to follow suit of Saerirra and to put on a show to accompany the music she is playing he stars by saying, “Come one, come all! Quietly now, take your seats and listen carefully...to the music and to the tale I tell you of Hjurnur Wyrmrever! He who fought a heroic battle of might and wits against his dragon foes only to have his life tragically and savagely changed forever!” Cade is feeling bold with an audience in front of him and does that which has come natural to him. “It all began with “The Thousand Year War” when the fierce dragon-god Garyx chose to use one of his avatars to lead the red dragons to attack the Giants nation of Ostoria. Many years into the war a hero emerged by the name of Hjurnur Wyrmrever; he was most notably distinguished from other giants for his ferocity in battle,” Cade pretends to fight imaginary foes while on stage,”He showed no quarter towards his enemies even having been famed to have broken a dragons back...over his knee!” Cade demonstrates this by going through the motions and pretending to do this on stage. “Having fought his way to the feet of the Dragon Queen Tiamat, with five heads each of which were colored, one for each race of dragonkind and a frightengly long tipped tail with a poisonous stinger,” Cade looks up into the nothingness of the ceiling of the bar making it acting as though he is seeing the Dragon Queen as he describes her visage. “Hjurnur Wyrmrever challenged her to a contest...of riddles! Riddle, after riddle, after riddle they challenged and answered each other until finally... Hjurnur Wyrmrever couldn't answer.” Cade falls to his knees dramatically. “The price for this loss was agreeing to allow the Dragon Queen to eat every savory morsel of his own child!” Cade screams out,”Noooooo!”, and rolls into a crouch. “Hjurnur Wyrmrever in a fit of rage killed the Dragon King chopping and slicing him,” Cade mimics what he is saying as he says them,”and when he finally is exhausted from the effort of having killed the Dragon King he collapses.” Cade dramatically falls to floor and continues the story finishing it out with, “With nothing to live for anymore Hjurnur Wyrmrever laid in the wake of his onslaught of the Dragon King and began to drown in the copious amount of blood that poured out of corpse of the Dragon King.” Cade mimics the drowning, making different sound effects and then dies (figuratively).
Performance Check - 13 + 4 (modifier) = 17
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Saerirra slowed the tempo gradually upon hearing Cade spin his tale. Eventually her playing is stopped entirely and she steps back and off to the side of the stage, leaving it to Cade until he finishes his story, then plays a brief little tune that signifies the end of the story. She bows and leaves the stage, walking back to the bartender and says to him "My, It's been a little time since I was able to play for an audience, and even longer since I had someone work with me." She gently laughs and smiles. "Ah, but now I believe I shall rent the room I feel I shall need after such a fun day as this."
As the music stops Uther clapps and gives the man a nod. He then walks to the bar, as if drawn in that direction, he finds himself siting next to the musician. " my lady might i buy you a drink, that is the least I can do in thanks to that beautiful tune you played" he raises her hand and kisses it lightly, " I am Uther"
A slender tired looking elf answered to Dwarf with a smile and simply request of worm wine and fresh bred, should they have any. Now he was sitting in the corner nursing the mug in his hands, listening an amusing conversation happening near by with the same interest as he was listening Saerirra's performance.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
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Allowing the man to take her hand, she offers a soft smile in return, the gentlemanly Half Orc not the first to do such a gesture or offer to pay for her drinks. She replies, "Thank you good sir, Uther, my name is Saerirra. I am glad you enjoyed my performance, but I prefer to purchase my own drinks. Plus, towards the end I was not the only performer on stage." She turns to Cade and smiles, bending slightly in a bow towards him. Turning back to Uther, she says "If you feel invigorated and refreshed after hearing me play, then that is all the payment I need. Yes, I do make a living with my flute, but as I started playing of my own accord, I was not officially hired exactly, so payment was not necessary to begin with." She takes one of Uther's hands, gently clasping it between both of hers for a moment before letting go and says "But I do appreciate the gesture. You are not the first to offer me things for my performances. I had received a number of gifts in the past. Mostly flowers, which were lovely and I adored them, but sadly, you cannot take care of flowers while on the road. But gifts such as these..." She places her hand on her chest up near her neck, indicating the small thin leather band around her neck, with a shard hanging from it. "...These kinds of gifts do not require maintenance. But then, I do not require gifts at all, though I am delighted to receive them. This one came from an admirer who I do not know."
As Saerirra and Cade finish their performance, the crowd errupts into applauds and whistles, and start throwing money on the stage!
You both earn 15 silver pieces
Athletics: 18
Alright I'm up for a bit of fun!
The old Wizard takes off his spectacles as you reveal the missing phrase of the formula, and stares at it for a few seconds smiling before turning to you, and suddenly stands up, slightly wobbling (you notice an almost empty bottle of dubious clear liquid next to him)..."EUREKA!!!"
He gives you a very mischievous smile, and rolls up his sleeves. "You, my gnomish friend, are a..(hickup)...GENIUS!! I've been trying to remember this spell for days! I thought this Purple Worm Absinthe would help me, since I created it while I was drunk in Castle Green, but I might have... (Hickups)...overdone myself this time....now watch this!"
He raises his arms and starts reciting the incantation out loud. As he does so, the bartender notices and his eyes widen in what seems like fear.
"Oh no! Thanicles is at it again! Everybody run for your lives!"
The ground starts to rumble, as Thanicles finishes the incantation and passes out on the floor, drooling...