Bells, cheers, and whoops ring out across the town square as the largest burnt orange squash you have ever seen lights up from the inside to reveal a wickedly carved toothy grin. The townsfolk – a mix of human, dwarves, and halflings – all raise their glasses and toast loudly to another bountiful harvest granted to them by the glorious Chauntea.
Smoke spreads across the square from various stew pots and grill stands. The smell of spiced meats, cinnamon, vanilla, and sugar fills your senses. You watch as a pair of dwarves drag another barrel of dark ale out from a snickleway towards a table occupied by a rather tall dwarf and a very stout halfling who are clearly going head to head in some sort of drinking match. Three halflings walk about pouring cups of some sort of crisp looking cider for a growing crowd of onlookers.
A troupe of children run a muck through the square dressed as devils, demons, and other creatures with large curly horns. They set off firecrackers, tap adults on their shoulders, and pull other little pranks on each other, while demanding treats from adults. The whole town seems to be bursting at the seams – ready for a night of celebration, debauchery, and maybej just a bit of sin.
After awhile you begin to feel out of sorts among the colorful outfits and party-goers, but you spot what appears to be other outsiders like yourself spread randomly among the crowd. They too look on with interest at the growing spectacle. You stand for a moment longer, observing the vibrant scene, then get the sudden urge to seek out the other outsiders among the crowd. They seem to all gravitate towards an open table on the fringes of the celebration, so you too gravitate towards them....
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A dark grey skinned looking male human (in appearance) with long wavy black hair walks over to the table with the air of a noble strides through the crowd to the table and takes a seat. He says nothing, snapping his fingers a little minion appears and fetches him an ale. Everyone seems to avoid him as he drinks what his minion brought him, he seems to be an outsider to even the outsiders. He is outfitted with 2 maces and wearing some blackened studded armor. When you look into his eyes all you see is blackness, there is no color to be found of any kind there, not kindness you sense. Malice seems to radiate from him but you can't place your finger on it.
A girl young woman skirts the edge of the celebrations. A hawk sails through the air above her before resting on the roof of a nearby building. The woman plucks an abandoned stick of cinnamon from a table she passes and slides it into the braid of her bright ginger hair. Wisps moving of their own accord around her ash white face like small flames in a dwindling fire. The scent of warm cinnamon, as though baked in an oven, wafts around her. She wears regular traveller's clothing, trousers and a tunic that look a little rough around the edges but she appears clean and well rested. On her back is a basic backpack and bedroll, through strapped to the side of it is a Greataxe that is almost the same size as her. When she sets her things down beside the table it definitely reaches her shoulder. It doesn't seem possible that this 5'6" slender woman could lift the weapon let alone wield it.
"Mind if I join you?" she asks as she sits down opposite the dark skinned male. Light orange-amber eyes meet the blackness that stares back at her and she grins. You see her nails are cut back, chipped in places, and on the back of both hands she wears a bear claw tattoo. "Outsiders here seem to stick out." She has a strange lilt to the way she speaks, melodic in places but rough.
A man in his early 20s approaches the table. He has Elven ears, but he is shorter with a rounder face than a normal elf. He also has horns on the top of his head that look similar to the ones some of the local children are wearing. He is wearing baggy trousers and tunic with a loose fitting, motley, studded vest. His hairy is a messy mop. He does not appear to be carrying any weapons, but who can tell what lies within the voluminous folds of his clothes? He carries a pan pipe and as he approaches he plays a jaunty tune of poor to middling quality. When he gets to the table he stops playing the tune and sings to a vaguely similar tune:
"Shake's the name and entertaining's the game. It's a pleasure to meet you, and to greet you too."
He gestures at the crowd of locals:
"It's a fine party for all to enjoy. And perfect for a bard looking for employ. So, if a tune you need to get you through the night, give me the name and some coin and hear it you might."
Looking at the blank stares around the table he intones:
"Please try to understand, I apologize for all the rhymes, but when learning to be a better bard, I have to practice all the... times."
Shake grimaces at his own rhyme before sticking out his cupped hands and looking at the two sitting at the table hopefully. Meanwhile he also surreptitiously gauges the value of their clothes and gear.
Joining the group of misfits next is a slender half-elf (three-quarters, technically, but who's counting). Her coloration is less typical and it's clear she has a fair amount of Drow ancestry. Her skin is a clear medium grey akin to a shade you'd see in a black and white photograph, her silvery-lavender shoulder-length hair is bluntly cut, pulled back from her face with a clip shaped like a crescent moon. She wears dark leather armor, intricately worked with designs of lilys and skulls, her necklace bears the symbol of an upright skeletal arm holding balanced scales.
Behind Shake, she claps and then drops 2 copper pieces into his hands. "I thought the rhymes were fine. Makes me think of games I used to play with my siblings. Hello, everyone."
“Fintan,” the Genasi says. She tosses a silver to Shake. “Though I’m more one for conversation than songs. Pull up a chair, there’s plenty to...spare.” She smirks.
You smell... intoxicating, I am Raxin, the grey skinned man says to the Genasi grinning during the brief pause. I however always seem to stick out wherever I go. He is a very handsome man, but you seem to get the feeling that is not exactly what he means. I am a bit surprised you wield such a massive weapon for your frame, it is interesting to say the least. His minion hope off of the table at the same time he begins to speak and returns with 2 more ales, one for him and the minion sets one down for her. He stares directly at you the whole time his minion is gone as he speaks. (The minion is stealing if these ales are not free, just so your aware Fenris)
Shake arrives and received a brief glance but nothing more. His minion had started tapping his foot to the tune but it has now ended.
He raises an eyebrow at the half elf that donated to Shake and says I am Raxin and you are?
Raxin frowns slightly and then smiles, seeming to come to a decision. His minion will leave and return with ales for everyone in an endless supply.
“I’ve always been told it’s not the size that counts, it’s how you use it,” Fintan says with a smirk, raising an eyebrow as she meets Raxin’s gaze. “And I definitely know how to put things to good use.”
She nods to the minion. “Who’s your buddy?” She accepts the ale with a nod of thanks. The hawk that followed her to the festivities swoops down and settles on the back of her chair. “This is Ersatz.”
Throughout the night, you've all probably noticed the lithe and graceful blond haired woman with the infectious laugh in leathers. She appears to be enjoying the spectacle of the festival immensely. She apparently has been dancing all evening with anyone who wants to dance, be they male or female. If she doesn't have a partner waiting for the next dance, she isn't shy about asking whoever.
She may have tried to get any or all of you to dance with her earlier in the evening. Did any accept? If you did, she gave her name as Randi and she made charming small talk during your dance.
She does not approach the table yet, however.
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"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Indeed Raxin replies, It does help to have the right size tool for the job I have found. Of course if you do not have what you need, you could just buy or even take it...
My imp is only called Minion. He displeases me too often to be given a name... Raxin nods to your bird, It is odd that you name your animals, does he follow you all of the time?
Throughout the night, you've all probably noticed the lithe and graceful blond haired woman with the infectious laugh in leathers. She appears to be enjoying the spectacle of the festival immensely. She apparently has been dancing all evening with anyone who wants to dance, be they male or female. If she doesn't have a partner waiting for the next dance, she isn't shy about asking whoever.
She may have tried to get any or all of you to dance with her earlier in the evening. Did any accept? If you did, she gave her name as Randi and she made charming small talk during your dance.
She does not approach the table yet, however.
If Randi had offered Raxin a dance he would have declined to dance, but offered a drink instead. He will flat out refuse to dance.
She would have accepted the drink earlier and chatted with Raxin in a light, flirty manner (sorry, can't really RP that in-character - not my wheelhouse), trying to get a feel for him. She would not have actually drank too much of the drink during the conversation. Just eough sipping to be socially acceptable. If he doesn't want to dance, she moves on as quickly as socially acceptable, considering he bought her a drink.
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A troupe of loosely dressed bronze skinned humans dance across the square to the rhythm of an accordion. They circle the square twice doing a little jig and catch the attention of the crowd who watch as these outlanders dance their way to the center of the square.
Once all focus has shifted to the new arrivals their apparent leader — a man dressed in red, with a red headband, and leather — steps forward and raises his arms into the air....
He booms (perhaps with the aid of a spell) across the square, “Good evening one and all! And happy high harvest tidings to you! I am Shelby Roma and this is troupe! We have been called forth tonight to put on a show for you all! I sincerely hope you enjoy! ....(significantly quieter).... And don’t forget to tip!”
Roma’s troupe suddenly break out tambourines, mandolins, and flutes and start playing raucously. Roma and a dark hair female pull two large vessels out of their packs and place them in the ground, followed shortly by a pair of torches for each of them. The dip the torches in the vessels and then raise them high into the air. You watch as all four torches suddenly light ablaze and the pair begin to weave them in intricate patterns and dance along to the melody.
The crowed roars in appreciation at the spectacle and watch on in wonder. Some of the children find this as an opportune moment to assault you with tricks and beg for treats. A group of six of them dressed like ghouls clamber at your table. One jumps up onto it and mocks the performers by throwing his hands in the air knocking a few of your beers over in the process.
Raxin looks thoroughly annoyed at the singing and partying intruders, as his minion seems to start to dance when Raxin seems to not be looking his direction. The his ale almost gets knocked over and he is visibly fuming, as he takes a draft of the ale to calm himself. While he is drinking he feels someone trying to pickpocket him...
Do not dare try and take what is mine! Raxin roars as he stands, transforming using [Tooltip Not Found], his skeletal wings break out of his back, with dead decaying feathers still attached. A black shroud seems to swirl about him, his eyes impossibly seem to suck in light around them, and the veins around his eyes rise to the surface, black as night. His skin also becomes even more dark all over his body, except his face which appears to become a light grey face of death.
(DC 13 Charisma check for everyone within 10 feet of Raxin against being frightened)
Raxin turns slowly on the one that tried to pick pocket him and says softly but menacingly. I will end you for this transgression. (Who/what does he see to be the culprit?)
Raxin looks thoroughly annoyed at the singing and partying intruders, as his minion seems to start to dance when Raxin seems to not be looking his direction. The his ale almost gets knocked over and he is visibly fuming, as he takes a draft of the ale to calm himself. While he is drinking he feels someone trying to pickpocket him...
Do not dare try and take what is mine! Raxin roars as he stands, transforming using [Tooltip Not Found], his skeletal wings break out of his back, with dead decaying feathers still attached. A black shroud seems to swirl about him, his eyes impossibly seem to suck in light around them, and the veins around his eyes rise to the surface, black as night. His skin also becomes even more dark all over his body, except his face which appears to become a light grey face of death.
(DC 13 Charisma check for everyone within 10 feet of Raxin against being frightened)
Raxin turns slowly on the one that tried to pick pocket him and says softly but menacingly. I will end you for this transgression. (Who/what does he see to be the culprit?)
Saves for the kids: 18. 5. 17. 7. 17. 10.
You see a small child wearing a green forest demon mask in Japanese style. He is holding a candied apple which he subsequently drops to the ground when you look at him. He just stands there frozen and quivering for a moment.
Raxin looks thoroughly annoyed at the singing and partying intruders, as his minion seems to start to dance when Raxin seems to not be looking his direction. The his ale almost gets knocked over and he is visibly fuming, as he takes a draft of the ale to calm himself. While he is drinking he feels someone trying to pickpocket him...
Do not dare try and take what is mine! Raxin roars as he stands, transforming using [Tooltip Not Found], his skeletal wings break out of his back, with dead decaying feathers still attached. A black shroud seems to swirl about him, his eyes impossibly seem to suck in light around them, and the veins around his eyes rise to the surface, black as night. His skin also becomes even more dark all over his body, except his face which appears to become a light grey face of death.
(DC 13 Charisma check for everyone within 10 feet of Raxin against being frightened)
Raxin turns slowly on the one that tried to pick pocket him and says softly but menacingly. I will end you for this transgression. (Who/what does he see to be the culprit?)
Saves for the kids: 14. 9. 8. 14. 1. 13.
You see a small child wearing a green forest demon mask in Japanese style. He is holding a candied apple which he subsequently drops to the ground when you look at him. He just stands there frozen and quivering for a moment.
Edit: We’ll give him the Nat one.... He pisses his pants, then cuts and runs failing his arms in the air wildly. Another two children follow suit. But, the three older children just laugh and scream, “Good prank!” Before running after their friends laughing.
Daggerford, the night of Highharvestide.
A day of feasting and giving thanks.
Bells, cheers, and whoops ring out across the town square as the largest burnt orange squash you have ever seen lights up from the inside to reveal a wickedly carved toothy grin. The townsfolk – a mix of human, dwarves, and halflings – all raise their glasses and toast loudly to another bountiful harvest granted to them by the glorious Chauntea.
Smoke spreads across the square from various stew pots and grill stands. The smell of spiced meats, cinnamon, vanilla, and sugar fills your senses. You watch as a pair of dwarves drag another barrel of dark ale out from a snickleway towards a table occupied by a rather tall dwarf and a very stout halfling who are clearly going head to head in some sort of drinking match. Three halflings walk about pouring cups of some sort of crisp looking cider for a growing crowd of onlookers.
A troupe of children run a muck through the square dressed as devils, demons, and other creatures with large curly horns. They set off firecrackers, tap adults on their shoulders, and pull other little pranks on each other, while demanding treats from adults. The whole town seems to be bursting at the seams – ready for a night of celebration, debauchery, and maybej just a bit of sin.
After awhile you begin to feel out of sorts among the colorful outfits and party-goers, but you spot what appears to be other outsiders like yourself spread randomly among the crowd. They too look on with interest at the growing spectacle. You stand for a moment longer, observing the vibrant scene, then get the sudden urge to seek out the other outsiders among the crowd. They seem to all gravitate towards an open table on the fringes of the celebration, so you too gravitate towards them....
Task: Describe what your character looks like, give a little background, and introduce yourselves to one another in character. Feel free to interact with the environment as well if you'd like. The game will officially kick off Saturday, or once everyone has gotten a chance to post an introduction.
~Private. Please do not post in this thread unless you’re part of the campaign.~
A dark grey skinned looking male human (in appearance) with long wavy black hair walks over to the table with the air of a noble strides through the crowd to the table and takes a seat. He says nothing, snapping his fingers a little minion appears and fetches him an ale. Everyone seems to avoid him as he drinks what his minion brought him, he seems to be an outsider to even the outsiders. He is outfitted with 2 maces and wearing some blackened studded armor. When you look into his eyes all you see is blackness, there is no color to be found of any kind there, not kindness you sense. Malice seems to radiate from him but you can't place your finger on it.
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girlyoung woman skirts the edge of the celebrations. A hawk sails through the air above her before resting on the roof of a nearby building. The woman plucks an abandoned stick of cinnamon from a table she passes and slides it into the braid of her bright ginger hair. Wisps moving of their own accord around her ash white face like small flames in a dwindling fire. The scent of warm cinnamon, as though baked in an oven, wafts around her. She wears regular traveller's clothing, trousers and a tunic that look a little rough around the edges but she appears clean and well rested. On her back is a basic backpack and bedroll, through strapped to the side of it is a Greataxe that is almost the same size as her. When she sets her things down beside the table it definitely reaches her shoulder. It doesn't seem possible that this 5'6" slender woman could lift the weapon let alone wield it."Mind if I join you?" she asks as she sits down opposite the dark skinned male. Light orange-amber eyes meet the blackness that stares back at her and she grins. You see her nails are cut back, chipped in places, and on the back of both hands she wears a bear claw tattoo. "Outsiders here seem to stick out." She has a strange lilt to the way she speaks, melodic in places but rough.
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
A man in his early 20s approaches the table. He has Elven ears, but he is shorter with a rounder face than a normal elf. He also has horns on the top of his head that look similar to the ones some of the local children are wearing. He is wearing baggy trousers and tunic with a loose fitting, motley, studded vest. His hairy is a messy mop. He does not appear to be carrying any weapons, but who can tell what lies within the voluminous folds of his clothes? He carries a pan pipe and as he approaches he plays a jaunty tune of poor to middling quality. When he gets to the table he stops playing the tune and sings to a vaguely similar tune:
"Shake's the name and entertaining's the game. It's a pleasure to meet you, and to greet you too."
He gestures at the crowd of locals:
"It's a fine party for all to enjoy. And perfect for a bard looking for employ. So, if a tune you need to get you through the night, give me the name and some coin and hear it you might."
Looking at the blank stares around the table he intones:
"Please try to understand, I apologize for all the rhymes, but when learning to be a better bard, I have to practice all the... times."
Shake grimaces at his own rhyme before sticking out his cupped hands and looking at the two sitting at the table hopefully. Meanwhile he also surreptitiously gauges the value of their clothes and gear.
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Joining the group of misfits next is a slender half-elf (three-quarters, technically, but who's counting). Her coloration is less typical and it's clear she has a fair amount of Drow ancestry. Her skin is a clear medium grey akin to a shade you'd see in a black and white photograph, her silvery-lavender shoulder-length hair is bluntly cut, pulled back from her face with a clip shaped like a crescent moon. She wears dark leather armor, intricately worked with designs of lilys and skulls, her necklace bears the symbol of an upright skeletal arm holding balanced scales.
Behind Shake, she claps and then drops 2 copper pieces into his hands. "I thought the rhymes were fine. Makes me think of games I used to play with my siblings. Hello, everyone."
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“Fintan,” the Genasi says. She tosses a silver to Shake. “Though I’m more one for conversation than songs. Pull up a chair, there’s plenty to...spare.” She smirks.
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
You smell... intoxicating, I am Raxin, the grey skinned man says to the Genasi grinning during the brief pause. I however always seem to stick out wherever I go. He is a very handsome man, but you seem to get the feeling that is not exactly what he means. I am a bit surprised you wield such a massive weapon for your frame, it is interesting to say the least. His minion hope off of the table at the same time he begins to speak and returns with 2 more ales, one for him and the minion sets one down for her. He stares directly at you the whole time his minion is gone as he speaks. (The minion is stealing if these ales are not free, just so your aware Fenris)
Shake arrives and received a brief glance but nothing more. His minion had started tapping his foot to the tune but it has now ended.
He raises an eyebrow at the half elf that donated to Shake and says I am Raxin and you are?
Raxin frowns slightly and then smiles, seeming to come to a decision. His minion will leave and return with ales for everyone in an endless supply.
Warforged Fighter Talien
“I’ve always been told it’s not the size that counts, it’s how you use it,” Fintan says with a smirk, raising an eyebrow as she meets Raxin’s gaze. “And I definitely know how to put things to good use.”
She nods to the minion. “Who’s your buddy?” She accepts the ale with a nod of thanks. The hawk that followed her to the festivities swoops down and settles on the back of her chair. “This is Ersatz.”
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
Throughout the night, you've all probably noticed the lithe and graceful blond haired woman with the infectious laugh in leathers. She appears to be enjoying the spectacle of the festival immensely. She apparently has been dancing all evening with anyone who wants to dance, be they male or female. If she doesn't have a partner waiting for the next dance, she isn't shy about asking whoever.
She may have tried to get any or all of you to dance with her earlier in the evening. Did any accept? If you did, she gave her name as Randi and she made charming small talk during your dance.
She does not approach the table yet, however.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Indeed Raxin replies, It does help to have the right size tool for the job I have found. Of course if you do not have what you need, you could just buy or even take it...
My imp is only called Minion. He displeases me too often to be given a name... Raxin nods to your bird, It is odd that you name your animals, does he follow you all of the time?
Warforged Fighter Talien
If Randi had offered Raxin a dance he would have declined to dance, but offered a drink instead. He will flat out refuse to dance.
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She would have accepted the drink earlier and chatted with Raxin in a light, flirty manner (sorry, can't really RP that in-character - not my wheelhouse), trying to get a feel for him. She would not have actually drank too much of the drink during the conversation. Just eough sipping to be socially acceptable. If he doesn't want to dance, she moves on as quickly as socially acceptable, considering he bought her a drink.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
(Technically would not have bought her the drink, but she may not have known that)
Warforged Fighter Talien
@Sorvas... the drink seems to be flowing freely tonight in celebration of the harvest. It’s probably been already paid for by the townspeople.
A troupe of loosely dressed bronze skinned humans dance across the square to the rhythm of an accordion. They circle the square twice doing a little jig and catch the attention of the crowd who watch as these outlanders dance their way to the center of the square.
Once all focus has shifted to the new arrivals their apparent leader — a man dressed in red, with a red headband, and leather — steps forward and raises his arms into the air....
He booms (perhaps with the aid of a spell) across the square, “Good evening one and all! And happy high harvest tidings to you! I am Shelby Roma and this is troupe! We have been called forth tonight to put on a show for you all! I sincerely hope you enjoy! ....(significantly quieter).... And don’t forget to tip!”
Roma’s troupe suddenly break out tambourines, mandolins, and flutes and start playing raucously. Roma and a dark hair female pull two large vessels out of their packs and place them in the ground, followed shortly by a pair of torches for each of them. The dip the torches in the vessels and then raise them high into the air. You watch as all four torches suddenly light ablaze and the pair begin to weave them in intricate patterns and dance along to the melody.
The crowed roars in appreciation at the spectacle and watch on in wonder. Some of the children find this as an opportune moment to assault you with tricks and beg for treats. A group of six of them dressed like ghouls clamber at your table. One jumps up onto it and mocks the performers by throwing his hands in the air knocking a few of your beers over in the process.
Another tries to pickpocket Raxin... sleight of hand 5.
The music :)
Raxin looks thoroughly annoyed at the singing and partying intruders, as his minion seems to start to dance when Raxin seems to not be looking his direction. The his ale almost gets knocked over and he is visibly fuming, as he takes a draft of the ale to calm himself. While he is drinking he feels someone trying to pickpocket him...
Do not dare try and take what is mine! Raxin roars as he stands, transforming using [Tooltip Not Found], his skeletal wings break out of his back, with dead decaying feathers still attached. A black shroud seems to swirl about him, his eyes impossibly seem to suck in light around them, and the veins around his eyes rise to the surface, black as night. His skin also becomes even more dark all over his body, except his face which appears to become a light grey face of death.
(DC 13 Charisma check for everyone within 10 feet of Raxin against being frightened)
Raxin turns slowly on the one that tried to pick pocket him and says softly but menacingly. I will end you for this transgression.
(Who/what does he see to be the culprit?)
Warforged Fighter Talien
Saves for the kids: 18. 5. 17. 7. 17. 10.
You see a small child wearing a green forest demon mask in Japanese style. He is holding a candied apple which he subsequently drops to the ground when you look at him. He just stands there frozen and quivering for a moment.
Shake's CH saving throw = 22
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