"Ribbit, this weather is unnatural. I haven't come to this stone monstrosity..." Waving my hands to encompass the whole town. "...just to fight in some tournament. However it looks like we are going to need some capital. So what are the rules? How do you win?"
Gimble takes the young woman's had and pats it. "Thank you young miss, may your days be blessed." Gimble then will take her leave.
((Gimble will go to the temple to arrange accommodations if possible. After which, Gimble will go to the tailor to get better clothing for this weather.))
--Gimble-- The temple was made of stone, a round stained glass window --that looks much like the one in Notre-Dame-- sits in the back of the room high above a statue of a deity you don't recognize.
On your way to the tailor, you come across a homeless man, covering himself in a silk, yet dirty blanket. His brown hair is overgrown along with his beard, making him look almost like a dwarf. In the tailor, racks fill with cozy-looking, as well as fashionable clothing of the fine type. An elf woman sits behind a table, stitching together a pair of grey pants. "Ah, welcome! You came at the right time, I just restocked" she says warmly to the gnome.
--Fiddlesticks--
"The Battle Tournament starts tomorrow, as I have said. You are faced off against each other in a duel, if your hit points drop to zero, you are out of the competition (but still alive), when you win the finale, you get the prize" She takes in a deep sigh "I have told you all I know, but there are more guides in the other towns"
ooh combat, i am quite good at the combats with my blood curses and this other thing i can do he takes out his weapon and chants a few things as the entire weapon lights up with green flames maybe i too should compete in the tournament, where will it be located?
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i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
"Well I for one would like to get some warmer clothes, my simple garb is not cutting it. I only have 4 Ruby Tokens, do you think that will be enough to buy something more suitable for this unnatural weather?"
tek turns to cyst do you have something to do before the tournament starts, fellow combatant? Would you be interested in a sparring match to hone our collective skills? I have not used a blood curse in a while and i might need to hone my magics
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i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
Fiddlesticks overhears Tek, and after receiving an answer (or not) to his latest question, asks him. "If I ribbit may, I wouldn't mind sparing with you?Although my martial arts aren't great, I have other skills, not to mention my poisonous skin. Assuming you don't mind my smallish size that is.
(wait is fiddlesticks a grung? that is fantastic) tek kinda shrugs the moon once told me to never underestimate any opponent, and i know better than to go against her judgement, why not, as soon as we find an appropriate location
"You two are holding up a line, so move it or lose it. Or will I have to go get security?" she says in an agrivated tone "The tailor is over in the plaza and no, that's only enough for a jacket."
we are just about to leave he says as he exits the store or whatnot. Turning to fiddlesticks (who i assume joined me) i asked so purchasing jackets first or sparring match first?
((Did Gimble notice anything about the building she left. Did the room have multiple doors or just the one entry, were there stairs to an upper floor? Was the building two stories, if so, was there something going on upstairs?))
((At the temple, was I able to make lodging arrangements? For example, would offering services while staying there be required or am I required to make a donation?))
((Before going to the tailor)) Gimble stops and looks at the fellow,. thinking to herself that Nebelun may have placed him in her life, Gimble addresses him. "Good sir, you poor thing. why are you out here? This is hardly the weather to be covered with such a weak blanket."
Meanwhile, Xanorin is getting increasingly more intoxicated at the bar. He’s just sitting in the corner listening to anything interesting that catches his ear.
(There were no stairs nor any second floor, though there were two passages at the end of the room, both leading down dark passages. While walking out, you have a sudden feeling about the room (Make a perception check))
The homeless looks up at you with sparkly hazel eyes with a look of sadness. He does not speak to you.
--Cyst--
"I remember the prices: it was uh... 7ET (Equivalent of an EP) for a jacket. 4RT for a pair of jeans. 1RT for boots, and a woman's winter outfit is 5RT. Now your holding up the line, go!"
"Ribbit, this weather is unnatural. I haven't come to this stone monstrosity..." Waving my hands to encompass the whole town. "...just to fight in some tournament. However it looks like we are going to need some capital. So what are the rules? How do you win?"
Gimble takes the young woman's had and pats it. "Thank you young miss, may your days be blessed." Gimble then will take her leave.
((Gimble will go to the temple to arrange accommodations if possible. After which, Gimble will go to the tailor to get better clothing for this weather.))
--Gimble--
The temple was made of stone, a round stained glass window --that looks much like the one in Notre-Dame-- sits in the back of the room high above a statue of a deity you don't recognize.
On your way to the tailor, you come across a homeless man, covering himself in a silk, yet dirty blanket. His brown hair is overgrown along with his beard, making him look almost like a dwarf. In the tailor, racks fill with cozy-looking, as well as fashionable clothing of the fine type. An elf woman sits behind a table, stitching together a pair of grey pants. "Ah, welcome! You came at the right time, I just restocked" she says warmly to the gnome.
--Fiddlesticks--
"The Battle Tournament starts tomorrow, as I have said. You are faced off against each other in a duel, if your hit points drop to zero, you are out of the competition (but still alive), when you win the finale, you get the prize" She takes in a deep sigh "I have told you all I know, but there are more guides in the other towns"
Eresh will also purchase a map and examine it before leaving. What points of interest does it contain? [[ 1cp removed ]]
ooh combat, i am quite good at the combats with my blood curses and this other thing i can do he takes out his weapon and chants a few things as the entire weapon lights up with green flames maybe i too should compete in the tournament, where will it be located?
i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
Even Cyst, recultantly, joins whomever goes to check-in for the tournament
thinking
At least there will be chance to warm up with a good fight and, who know, maybe also to win something
,
At The Colluseum, its just outside town, but you did hear me say the tournament is tomorrow, right? You can't enter until that day."
"Well I for one would like to get some warmer clothes, my simple garb is not cutting it. I only have 4 Ruby Tokens, do you think that will be enough to buy something more suitable for this unnatural weather?"
tek turns to cyst do you have something to do before the tournament starts, fellow combatant? Would you be interested in a sparring match to hone our collective skills? I have not used a blood curse in a while and i might need to hone my magics
i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
Fiddlesticks overhears Tek, and after receiving an answer (or not) to his latest question, asks him. "If I ribbit may, I wouldn't mind sparing with you?Although my martial arts aren't great, I have other skills, not to mention my poisonous skin. Assuming you don't mind my smallish size that is.
(wait is fiddlesticks a grung? that is fantastic) tek kinda shrugs the moon once told me to never underestimate any opponent, and i know better than to go against her judgement, why not, as soon as we find an appropriate location
i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
"You two are holding up a line, so move it or lose it. Or will I have to go get security?" she says in an agrivated tone "The tailor is over in the plaza and no, that's only enough for a jacket."
we are just about to leave he says as he exits the store or whatnot. Turning to fiddlesticks (who i assume joined me) i asked so purchasing jackets first or sparring match first?
i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
((Did Gimble notice anything about the building she left. Did the room have multiple doors or just the one entry, were there stairs to an upper floor? Was the building two stories, if so, was there something going on upstairs?))
((At the temple, was I able to make lodging arrangements? For example, would offering services while staying there be required or am I required to make a donation?))
((Before going to the tailor)) Gimble stops and looks at the fellow,. thinking to herself that Nebelun may have placed him in her life, Gimble addresses him. "Good sir, you poor thing. why are you out here? This is hardly the weather to be covered with such a weak blanket."
Cyst shakes a shoulder
ok, it makes sense. Then, if the garments are too expensive...I don't know, we can also try to catch some furry animals...
,
Meanwhile, Xanorin is getting increasingly more intoxicated at the bar. He’s just sitting in the corner listening to anything interesting that catches his ear.
--Gimble--
(There were no stairs nor any second floor, though there were two passages at the end of the room, both leading down dark passages. While walking out, you have a sudden feeling about the room (Make a perception check))
The homeless looks up at you with sparkly hazel eyes with a look of sadness. He does not speak to you.
--Cyst--
"I remember the prices: it was uh... 7ET (Equivalent of an EP) for a jacket. 4RT for a pair of jeans. 1RT for boots, and a woman's winter outfit is 5RT. Now your holding up the line, go!"
(Xanorin, make a perception check)
Perception: 3
All you can hear in the room is the loud chattering of patrons.
Replying to Tek "Jacket first I believe"