The sun elf nods at the warforged, but gives a slight shrug.
“I think I will just wrap up th’rest for later,” he admits after examining everything. “....though...it is surprisingly-delicious.”
His brow rises as Mordikaiexplains how his internals function. There’s a bit of a thoughtful frown as he considers this. A shrug. He pushes the plate closer again, offering the other half of the first sandwich.
“In the name of social norms, eh?” he offers. “Besides, if you’kin taste it...it’sh really what matters. Y’might like it.”
Ilvisar washes down the rest of his mouthful with another slug of ale. He seems much more appreciative of it’s taste as well; though leaves the comments aside.
“Are the ‘wonders of Gond’ intended to net more followers for your Brother-person?” which is blunt, but honest. It doesn’t seem like a jab, so much as just a lack of empathy. “...and were your beliefs imparted upon you as well, or gained by an experience of faith?"
Aw, the drunken-philosopher emerges. He points a finger at Mordikaias if to make a point.
At some point, there would be a surrendering-nod at Tibern, and his words through the natural course of conversation. “Ahhh…” Ilvisar nods at the Tiefling. Appreciative tone. “See, my former master would have liked...well-”
He kind of gestures in a downward spiral towards the wizard, trying to find an appropriate word or phrase.
“...your attitude. The dedication t’your craft. You won’t be distracted from the business of the arcane.”
Another bite of his own sandwich, making a dedicated effort to vanquish his meal; while eyeing the rest of it. A slave never knows when the next meal is coming, after all. Old habits.
“ ‘Dedication is the crux of The Craft’, he would say….several times a day…” he adds with a bit of melancholy. A swallow, as he seems to fall prey to a memory for a moment.
"I will taste it, but will leave you the majority if you intent to eat more later."
Mordikaicuts off a small mouthful of the end of the sandwich, leaving the rest.
Mordikaiopens his mouth and pops the portion in whole and then closes his mouth again.
The metal man sits totally motionless for 10-15 seconds, no apparent jaw movement can be detected.
Then you see what could only be Modikai's equivalent to swallowing.
"Yes this is a pleasant combination of flavours, thank you."
Modikaianswers Ilvisar's questions,
"The "Wonders of Gond" are intended to bring more people into communion with Gond."
"Gondis a benevolent god who bestows his Wonders on his people to make their lives easier and more enjoyable, to advance civilisation."
"Have you ever had a moment in your life where you had a flash of inspiration? This is often how the gods interact with the lay person, giving them gifts of knowledge and understanding that they had not been able to discover on their own before."
"Gondgives his inspiration to those who seek to create new things. New ways to make, new designs for function, even artistic flourishes."
"Gondis worthy of our worship and veneration, for all the Wonders that he has bestowed upon us."
"As for my own journey into Gond's following, I did start with some fundamental knowledge of Gondwhen I first awoke."
"But I was not created to follow him and have free will to choose my own path through life."
"My admiration of Gondonly grew as I learned more about this world and it's peoples, and fell in love with the art of creation."
"I believe that Gondis worthy of worship and so I follow him, and seek to teach others of his great Wonders."
"Aside from owning a slave your master sounds like my instructor. He was a funny little gnome otherwise. He liked to dress in bright colors and had an obsession with cheese.... But when it came to teaching he was more surly then an ale deprived dwarf stuck in a room with a cleric that spoke against drinking.... Or that is how his wife whom was also my instructor in etiquette would say." Tibern said as he listened to what Mordikai said, seeming to be bit unsure of what to think of the religious talk.
"As you like." in response to Mordikaibeing a statuesque-gentleman. And then later: "Of course. Did you note the subtle hints of the spices, therein?"
Of course he does. Ilvisar will only realize a moment too late, that he is getting quite tossed. He pushes the drink away; only to pull it close again a moment later. (The barmaid might refill it, or worse....take it away!)
Pace yourself.
But this halo of peacefulness is quite fetching. Ho hum.
As Mordikai professes his faith, the elf's brows slowly, (but inevitably) climb upwards. The conviction in the cleric's words seems to bring Ilvisar to a state of both guilty-trespass, as well as a sort of...well, idle respect. He nods, muchly.
"-a flash of inspiration? Well, I-" he begins, but Mordikaihas already left him behind.
"Artists flourishesh' for the future?" he...kinda echoes, taking a swig of his ale.
"....huh." is all Ilvisar can conclude. And then, eyes trawling his sandwich: "...I wonder if Gond was there, when they thought of this...?"
Ilvisar allows the merriment to reach him; the drink a conduit for Joy-incarnate. He's overdone it, already, but it was his fault to drink before eating...and one drink is all he will commit to.
(Though...if they would fill his water-skin, that is a different matter, entirely....)
"No, no, no..." he over-corrects Tibern, but not in scorn. He chuckles. "No, friend....he-, that is, my master, -that was my teacher. I was to be a wizard's apprentice, y'see, before the Thay attacked."
And at this point, he is not necessarily quiet about any of that; nor-though, is he overtly-loud. Ilvisar was generally a quiet man, by virtue...but who can say?
"We were to call those that we were under, 'Master', because he was, by all rights, a master of the arcane," he man-splains. "-so, were it to turn out differently, I might here, be a wizard sitting beside you; another wizard. I wonder...is that unlucky? For two wizards to sit next to each other...?"
A thoughtful frown: as well as a pause. He shrugs.
"Be it not here, nor near; no matter. Your teacher, and his wife, they both sound interesting," he says with a nod, and conviction. "here-then: you said something of nobility? Did they live in your castle?""
OOC: Let me know the master of ceremonies response to Serwa'sinquiry on a tiebreaker, and I will roll another performance check and describe based on the degree of success in the roll.
"I said nothing of nobility. I lived with them for a time and received lessons of both magical and social persuasions. Lady Fandella did once serve as a retainer for a noble family so she thought it wise to teach me how to act in their presence. While they saw nothing wrong with my appearance she knew others despise tieflings simply for existing, so it was deemed wise for me to know how to speak so I could prove I was no threat.... Unless given cause to be." Tibern says as he seems to pay more attention to his drink suddenly, downing it and refilling it.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
(OOC: My bad about the nobility-part. I thought you'd mentioned it IC, but I looked back and now realize I was pulling it from your background. Sorry about that. I'll try to be more careful from now on.)
"Oh no? Huh...well then..." he pushes his mug away. "I'm not sure where I got that idea then..."
The elf nods a bit as Tiberntells a bit more of his tutors. The thoughtful pauses are growing longer. It's while the Tiefling is refilling his mug that it finally occurs to the elf to check his environment again; something he's usually keen on doing.
Nope. The tavern is still there, and doesn't seem to mind him much.
"...and what do you think of the rest of us?" he queries, turning back to Tibern.
Ilvisar
The sun elf nods at the warforged, but gives a slight shrug.
“I think I will just wrap up th’rest for later,” he admits after examining everything. “....though...it is surprisingly-delicious.”
His brow rises as Mordikai explains how his internals function. There’s a bit of a thoughtful frown as he considers this. A shrug. He pushes the plate closer again, offering the other half of the first sandwich.
“In the name of social norms, eh?” he offers. “Besides, if you’kin taste it...it’sh really what matters. Y’might like it.”
Ilvisar washes down the rest of his mouthful with another slug of ale. He seems much more appreciative of it’s taste as well; though leaves the comments aside.
“Are the ‘wonders of Gond’ intended to net more followers for your Brother-person?” which is blunt, but honest. It doesn’t seem like a jab, so much as just a lack of empathy. “...and were your beliefs imparted upon you as well, or gained by an experience of faith?"
Aw, the drunken-philosopher emerges. He points a finger at Mordikai as if to make a point.
At some point, there would be a surrendering-nod at Tibern, and his words through the natural course of conversation.
“Ahhh…” Ilvisar nods at the Tiefling. Appreciative tone. “See, my former master would have liked...well-”
He kind of gestures in a downward spiral towards the wizard, trying to find an appropriate word or phrase.
“...your attitude. The dedication t’your craft. You won’t be distracted from the business of the arcane.”
Another bite of his own sandwich, making a dedicated effort to vanquish his meal; while eyeing the rest of it. A slave never knows when the next meal is coming, after all. Old habits.
“ ‘Dedication is the crux of The Craft’, he would say….several times a day…” he adds with a bit of melancholy. A swallow, as he seems to fall prey to a memory for a moment.
But only a moment.
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Mordikai nods,
"I will taste it, but will leave you the majority if you intent to eat more later."
Mordikai cuts off a small mouthful of the end of the sandwich, leaving the rest.
Mordikai opens his mouth and pops the portion in whole and then closes his mouth again.
The metal man sits totally motionless for 10-15 seconds, no apparent jaw movement can be detected.
Then you see what could only be Modikai's equivalent to swallowing.
"Yes this is a pleasant combination of flavours, thank you."
Modikai answers Ilvisar's questions,
"The "Wonders of Gond" are intended to bring more people into communion with Gond."
"Gond is a benevolent god who bestows his Wonders on his people to make their lives easier and more enjoyable, to advance civilisation."
"Have you ever had a moment in your life where you had a flash of inspiration? This is often how the gods interact with the lay person, giving them gifts of knowledge and understanding that they had not been able to discover on their own before."
"Gond gives his inspiration to those who seek to create new things. New ways to make, new designs for function, even artistic flourishes."
"Gond is worthy of our worship and veneration, for all the Wonders that he has bestowed upon us."
"As for my own journey into Gond's following, I did start with some fundamental knowledge of Gond when I first awoke."
"But I was not created to follow him and have free will to choose my own path through life."
"My admiration of Gond only grew as I learned more about this world and it's peoples, and fell in love with the art of creation."
"I believe that Gond is worthy of worship and so I follow him, and seek to teach others of his great Wonders."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Tibern
"Aside from owning a slave your master sounds like my instructor. He was a funny little gnome otherwise. He liked to dress in bright colors and had an obsession with cheese.... But when it came to teaching he was more surly then an ale deprived dwarf stuck in a room with a cleric that spoke against drinking.... Or that is how his wife whom was also my instructor in etiquette would say." Tibern said as he listened to what Mordikai said, seeming to be bit unsure of what to think of the religious talk.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Ilvisar
"As you like." in response to Mordikai being a statuesque-gentleman. And then later: "Of course. Did you note the subtle hints of the spices, therein?"
Of course he does. Ilvisar will only realize a moment too late, that he is getting quite tossed. He pushes the drink away; only to pull it close again a moment later. (The barmaid might refill it, or worse....take it away!)
Pace yourself.
But this halo of peacefulness is quite fetching. Ho hum.
As Mordikai professes his faith, the elf's brows slowly, (but inevitably) climb upwards. The conviction in the cleric's words seems to bring Ilvisar to a state of both guilty-trespass, as well as a sort of...well, idle respect. He nods, muchly.
"-a flash of inspiration? Well, I-" he begins, but Mordikai has already left him behind.
"Artists flourishesh' for the future?" he...kinda echoes, taking a swig of his ale.
"....huh." is all Ilvisar can conclude. And then, eyes trawling his sandwich: "...I wonder if Gond was there, when they thought of this...?"
Ilvisar allows the merriment to reach him; the drink a conduit for Joy-incarnate. He's overdone it, already, but it was his fault to drink before eating...and one drink is all he will commit to.
(Though...if they would fill his water-skin, that is a different matter, entirely....)
"No, no, no..." he over-corrects Tibern, but not in scorn. He chuckles. "No, friend....he-, that is, my master, -that was my teacher. I was to be a wizard's apprentice, y'see, before the Thay attacked."
And at this point, he is not necessarily quiet about any of that; nor-though, is he overtly-loud. Ilvisar was generally a quiet man, by virtue...but who can say?
"We were to call those that we were under, 'Master', because he was, by all rights, a master of the arcane," he man-splains. "-so, were it to turn out differently, I might here, be a wizard sitting beside you; another wizard. I wonder...is that unlucky? For two wizards to sit next to each other...?"
A thoughtful frown: as well as a pause. He shrugs.
"Be it not here, nor near; no matter. Your teacher, and his wife, they both sound interesting," he says with a nod, and conviction. "here-then: you said something of nobility? Did they live in your castle?""
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Serwa
@coelhogerge
OOC: Let me know the master of ceremonies response to Serwa's inquiry on a tiebreaker, and I will roll another performance check and describe based on the degree of success in the roll.
"I said nothing of nobility. I lived with them for a time and received lessons of both magical and social persuasions. Lady Fandella did once serve as a retainer for a noble family so she thought it wise to teach me how to act in their presence. While they saw nothing wrong with my appearance she knew others despise tieflings simply for existing, so it was deemed wise for me to know how to speak so I could prove I was no threat.... Unless given cause to be." Tibern says as he seems to pay more attention to his drink suddenly, downing it and refilling it.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Ilvisar
(OOC: My bad about the nobility-part. I thought you'd mentioned it IC, but I looked back and now realize I was pulling it from your background. Sorry about that. I'll try to be more careful from now on.)
"Oh no? Huh...well then..." he pushes his mug away. "I'm not sure where I got that idea then..."
The elf nods a bit as Tibern tells a bit more of his tutors. The thoughtful pauses are growing longer. It's while the Tiefling is refilling his mug that it finally occurs to the elf to check his environment again; something he's usually keen on doing.
Nope. The tavern is still there, and doesn't seem to mind him much.
"...and what do you think of the rest of us?" he queries, turning back to Tibern.
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(( @coelhogerge - can we get an update? You profile says you logged in yesterday, but haven't updated the thread in 3 days. ))
First D&D set: 1980 red box. Haven't stopped playing since. :)
(It was fun while it lasted)