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The looming guards made Nute anxious, all notion of getting closer to the performers left his mind. Midnight leads him to a place where they can see the contests. he sits down and writes to the tablet in elven and shows it to her: "That is awful, why would your father do that? Druids never do such a thing. Sometimes we get visitors who play at the great oak. My family doesn't stay there often, too many Aarakocra live there. I don't mind them though. That's where I got my lute" He taps on his back. "We also have games, my siblings and I used to play a lot growing up." He pauses a bit hands shaking "But now I have to pass my trials and bring back a worth trophy."
Paying the guards no mind, Midnight selects a spot with the smallest crowd where they can see see the combat arena(s). Digging into her pack as she reads Nute's tablet, all manner of random items fall to the ground - a button, a bit of string, an odd colored rock, a small piece of chalk, and many bits and pieces of food (the end of a loaf, half a piece of jerky, a dried apple core) - which she quickly scoops up and stuffs into the bag. Handing Nute a piece of gnawed jerky, she is not offended if he politely refuses.
"Well, evidently my mother didn't want me so she threw me out with the trash. I'm not sure why. I'm a bit small for a female, and although that might have been hard to tell as a baby, my father said I was very tiny and probably born too soon. He couldn't find any deformities and the trash pile he found me in was used by several noble houses, so he had no idea which one I came from." She absently chews the dried meat, lost in thought. "Anyhow, he was poor enough already for a street cleaner and the last thing he needed was a baby to feed, but house-less females bring top coin in the slave pens as breeders. I don't know what you know about our cities, but the females rule our society - unless they belong to a house that is overthrown or they are born into slavery. I suppose he figured he could exchange some coin with the pen owners and let them claim I was a captured in a raid on another city, or some other lie."
Taking a drink from her waterskin, she continues nonchalantly and without anger, "I didn't like that idea, so I killed him with my spoon late one morning and left. Can you play a song while we wait? I've never any music, aside from the bawdy songs sung at the tavern down from our mushroom stalk."
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Tibern tenses slightly as the guards start to eye him more then his two companions. Once they move on he relaxes, his tail showing this as it goes lax. Pushing them from his mind he focuses on their surroundings.
"I may try my hand at one of these games but for now I would like to find something better then dry rations to fill my stomach. It feels as though I have not had a properly made meal in ages."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
If there is no guarantee of a private room, Noranys will settle for the Sea Cat. And as her contact has apparently elected to not make themselves known for the moment, she will go for a stroll in the tree park, hoping to catch a glimpse of that figure again.
"Aye, I have some spare coin, enough to enter the contest and some to give you. However there is a problem. Some of this is Thayan"
He will count out what is needed. He had 15 gold on him-----however.... need DM to advise how much is Thayan and how much isn't...or indeed if it is all Thayan.
OOC: We will wait for DM clarification on the coinage, the following dialogue is based on any of the coins being obviously of Thayvian mint.
Serwasees the coin of the realm of Thay among Vedui's coinage, and says in a quiet voice to Vedui, gesturing at the Thay originating coins, "I know you've been heading away from there. I don't pry into what isn't my business. But if you ever want to talk about it, I'd probably listen." In an attempt to make the moment less awkward for Vedui, should he not want to discuss the matter, she soon after points at one of the performers, and makes a flippant comment, offering Vedui a social 'out' should he not wish to dwell on a personal matter. "That hat is ridiculous. It takes a lot of confidence to wear a hat like that."
Nute bows his head as he takes the jerky and begins to peck at it casually. He writes: "Thank you. Do you want some seeds?"He pulls out his satchel, a strong herbal fragrant emanating from it and procures a few nuts, holding them out to Midnight. Afterward "I'm sorry to hear that. These cities seem ruthless, animals don't fight for sport, nor sell their offspring."At the request of a song"I could, I know a few songs, but I really don't like to play here, too many eyes on us. Once we are on the road again I'll play as much as you'd like."
Unstrapping her shield and taking the seeds, Midnight looks at them closely - turning them over in her hand, smelling them, tasting with just the tip of her tongue - before nodding to herself and popping them into her mouth, where she chews them noisily and without grace. "Mmmph, these are pretty good," she says with her mouth full, thanking Nute. "We don't get hardly anything crunchy at home....most food is wet, cold, slimy, stale or some combination of them all." She swallows with a mouthful of water.
"Its not just the cities that are ruthless; my people are cruel and ruthless. Have you noticed how everyone looks at me? The fact I'm above ground and alone, they must assume I'm an escaped slave, a runaway noble from a fallen house, or some such - but they won't let me out of their site in case I'm a forward scout or spy. I hope you don't mind and can get used to it, because I'm tired of traveling alone and talking to myself." She squints up at the sun and pulls the hood on her cloak even further forward
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He will talk to Serwa when /where others can't here.....
"I spent most of my life in Thay, but not in a city or with the Red Wizards....with another......'secluded group'..... I found that they were not what I want. No one leaves them. Ever." Vedui will unbutton the front of his shirt....on his chest is a crude brand painfully done, which seems to be a rough skull and crossbones. "This is their mark. There is another on my back. They gave me 24 hours, but that was many days ago. They study Death, they study the moment of death, and the moment the soul leaves the body. There is a power there and they seek to master it, many of them do. If they find me....It would be best if you are not around. Also, from what you have told me about yourself, they would be very interested in you. They do experiments on people....Be cautious on who you tell your story to. "
Once within the square, Ilvisar regards the banner, the colours, and can be seen hooking a thumb under the beaded necklace he received earlier; comparing. He nods, as if putting two and two together.
He risks, and winces against the incoming light, as a jabber-jay flutters past. His expression is mute now, but his eyes follow the bird all the way out past the gates. There are tears streaming from his eyes, but no sadness there...perhaps it is just the sun. There’s no defensive quality in him through that moment, as he simply realizes the coolness on his cheeks, and wipes them away.
At Mordikai’swords, he glances in the sign's direction. The elf appraises the list of contests, then swipes a finger at the edge of ‘drinking and eating.’
“...if there are dwarves competing, you can forget about that…” he replies. “...alcoholism is part of their culture. Eating, though….I could do that for a spell.”
As the warforged treads over to a stall to inquire about fees and such, the elf watches from the corner of his eye. He glances between Mordikaiand Tibern.
“...food, then fun?”
He doesn’t seem to relish the idea of participating either, for that would draw eyes on him...and though-while the Thay are often easy to spot….not all of them sport the traditions of their masters. Ilvisar seems content enough to be a wallflower, and eek out his new freedom on his own terms.
"Oh, they are looking at you? I thought it was me. I'm not used to this, too many eyes, not enough foliage to stay hidden. I think I saw some trees a bit further, maybe we can go there after the competition?" He pulls out a round stone and begins to file back the claws on his left hand that begun to grow in the last few days.
"Really? I thought you would at least eat coal, or something like that..." he replies to Mordikai, with a soft frown, then mutters. "...which discounts your interest in children...."
The corner of his mouth ticks, with regards to 'social bonding', but his shoulders slump somewhat, as if relenting.
"...when you're finished here then, sure." he adds, a bit louder; though wincing at the sound of his own voice.
He turns a bit on his heel, glancing about at the vendors to see who is selling what kind of food and fare.
"...somewhere indoors would be nice....this blasted...blessed sunlight..." he mutters to himself.
Nodding, she looks around at the ‘chaperones’ who have taken up spots nearby and says, “Well, unless your kind is known for raiding and killing entire villages, I’m fairly confident they are watching me.
Uh, you aren’t known for that, are you?”
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"Not my family, but I've heard my father mention that some kenkus are known to be for stealing and forging documents. We are very good at copying stuff"
“That could be really useful. I don’t suppose you could create some documents that say I am allowed to be here, could you? Something that could keep me from being thrown out on account of my good lucks?”
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Tibern shrugs as he seems to be lost in thought for several seconds before he turns his head to look for food as well. Once he finds something that looks as if it would be good enough to hold him over he moves over to purchase it.
"I feel that this shall be good enough to last for a short time but if you wish to find somewhere in doors it would be best to look for a tavern or inn. That is where I find food usually. Although I would recommend that we find one farther from the docks. Perhaps after that we can try some of these games."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"I could give it a shot. However, I'm not trained in it and I don't have the equipment for it. I'd need parchment, ink, wax among other things. It could get pricy. Also, I'd need a real document to base it from."
He will talk to Serwa when /where others can't here.....
"I spent most of my life in Thay, but not in a city or with the Red Wizards....with another......'secluded group'..... I found that they were not what I want. No one leaves them. Ever." Vedui will unbutton the front of his shirt....on his chest is a crude brand painfully done, which seems to be a rough skull and crossbones. "This is their mark. There is another on my back. They gave me 24 hours, but that was many days ago. They study Death, they study the moment of death, and the moment the soul leaves the body. There is a power there and they seek to master it, many of them do. If they find me....It would be best if you are not around. Also, from what you have told me about yourself, they would be very interested in you. They do experiments on people....Be cautious on who you tell your story to. "
Serwa
Serwa listens quietly when this exchange with Vedui takes place, in some private locale out of earshot of others. Though typically deadpan in her reactions and emotionally blank in expression, it is clear this is troubling to her. "So, some sect or cabal operating out of Thay, but not part of the Red Wizards officially? Maybe a secret project, off the books."
"All acolytes of Kelemvor study death. Similar things, the moment a soul leaves a body, the link of some souls to the body or the surrounding region after death, all of that. Death is lord Kelemvor's domain, though, it's not a power for mortals to master, or a mystery to ever even fully understand. They're acting on hubris. I'm still new to the faith, but I think I can confidently say we would consider these people heretics, and strike them down accordingly."
She pauses, and seems to be searching for something comforting to say, and finds little within her that is of comfort. "You're a long way them them now. And if they come after you and I'm around, I'll do my duty as a Paladin of Kelemvor, and bring judgment to these people for their hubris, dabbling in secrets that belong to the gods alone. I was born in death, and I've had a life filled with death. I've seen the light leave the eyes of too many friends, and... people who were important to me. I don't know if you believe in omens, or that my life is one of ill-omen, but you're fortunate their prophecy that you have 24 hours to live didn't come to pass. If you want to part ways, if you don't want to be around someone who might be cursed, I understand. But sometimes death is inevitable. I don't know if I can fix what's wrong with you, whatever they did. But at least you don't have to die alone."
She bites her lip, certain that what she intended to be words of comfort just made things worse. "Anyway, don't die until I can pay you back for the contest fee. I have 3 gold and some silver change, I might need to borrow 2 gold. I'll do my best in this Performance contest, and I promise, you get a pass on the groin shots in the duel. That would be cruel, to a dying man."
OOC: changing color. I think this green is not used and it's a bit better on the eyes
Nute
The looming guards made Nute anxious, all notion of getting closer to the performers left his mind. Midnight leads him to a place where they can see the contests. he sits down and writes to the tablet in elven and shows it to her: "That is awful, why would your father do that? Druids never do such a thing. Sometimes we get visitors who play at the great oak. My family doesn't stay there often, too many Aarakocra live there. I don't mind them though. That's where I got my lute" He taps on his back. "We also have games, my siblings and I used to play a lot growing up." He pauses a bit hands shaking "But now I have to pass my trials and bring back a worth trophy."
Characters:
Nute Kenku Druid - War of the Faithless
Ignace Miltorn Aasimar Paladin - Descent into Avernus
Mordikai notices the signs informing of the various competitions and comments to his companions,
"Look, it seems they are having competitions, with prizes to be won."
"I am content to watch, but would either of you be interested?"
Mordikai looks for a nearby market stall and approaches and asks the owner,
"Are there any legal requirements to setting up and selling good or services during the festival?"
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Midnight
Paying the guards no mind, Midnight selects a spot with the smallest crowd where they can see see the combat arena(s). Digging into her pack as she reads Nute's tablet, all manner of random items fall to the ground - a button, a bit of string, an odd colored rock, a small piece of chalk, and many bits and pieces of food (the end of a loaf, half a piece of jerky, a dried apple core) - which she quickly scoops up and stuffs into the bag. Handing Nute a piece of gnawed jerky, she is not offended if he politely refuses.
"Well, evidently my mother didn't want me so she threw me out with the trash. I'm not sure why. I'm a bit small for a female, and although that might have been hard to tell as a baby, my father said I was very tiny and probably born too soon. He couldn't find any deformities and the trash pile he found me in was used by several noble houses, so he had no idea which one I came from." She absently chews the dried meat, lost in thought. "Anyhow, he was poor enough already for a street cleaner and the last thing he needed was a baby to feed, but house-less females bring top coin in the slave pens as breeders. I don't know what you know about our cities, but the females rule our society - unless they belong to a house that is overthrown or they are born into slavery. I suppose he figured he could exchange some coin with the pen owners and let them claim I was a captured in a raid on another city, or some other lie."
Taking a drink from her waterskin, she continues nonchalantly and without anger, "I didn't like that idea, so I killed him with my spoon late one morning and left. Can you play a song while we wait? I've never any music, aside from the bawdy songs sung at the tavern down from our mushroom stalk."
First D&D set: 1980 red box. Haven't stopped playing since. :)
Tibern
Tibern tenses slightly as the guards start to eye him more then his two companions. Once they move on he relaxes, his tail showing this as it goes lax. Pushing them from his mind he focuses on their surroundings.
"I may try my hand at one of these games but for now I would like to find something better then dry rations to fill my stomach. It feels as though I have not had a properly made meal in ages."
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)
Noranys
If there is no guarantee of a private room, Noranys will settle for the Sea Cat. And as her contact has apparently elected to not make themselves known for the moment, she will go for a stroll in the tree park, hoping to catch a glimpse of that figure again.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Vedui Gurth
"Aye, I have some spare coin, enough to enter the contest and some to give you. However there is a problem. Some of this is Thayan"
He will count out what is needed. He had 15 gold on him-----however.... need DM to advise how much is Thayan and how much isn't...or indeed if it is all Thayan.
"
Serwa Omen
OOC: We will wait for DM clarification on the coinage, the following dialogue is based on any of the coins being obviously of Thayvian mint.
Serwa sees the coin of the realm of Thay among Vedui's coinage, and says in a quiet voice to Vedui, gesturing at the Thay originating coins, "I know you've been heading away from there. I don't pry into what isn't my business. But if you ever want to talk about it, I'd probably listen." In an attempt to make the moment less awkward for Vedui, should he not want to discuss the matter, she soon after points at one of the performers, and makes a flippant comment, offering Vedui a social 'out' should he not wish to dwell on a personal matter. "That hat is ridiculous. It takes a lot of confidence to wear a hat like that."
Nute
Nute bows his head as he takes the jerky and begins to peck at it casually. He writes: "Thank you. Do you want some seeds?" He pulls out his satchel, a strong herbal fragrant emanating from it and procures a few nuts, holding them out to Midnight. Afterward "I'm sorry to hear that. These cities seem ruthless, animals don't fight for sport, nor sell their offspring." At the request of a song "I could, I know a few songs, but I really don't like to play here, too many eyes on us. Once we are on the road again I'll play as much as you'd like."
Characters:
Nute Kenku Druid - War of the Faithless
Ignace Miltorn Aasimar Paladin - Descent into Avernus
Midnight
Unstrapping her shield and taking the seeds, Midnight looks at them closely - turning them over in her hand, smelling them, tasting with just the tip of her tongue - before nodding to herself and popping them into her mouth, where she chews them noisily and without grace. "Mmmph, these are pretty good," she says with her mouth full, thanking Nute. "We don't get hardly anything crunchy at home....most food is wet, cold, slimy, stale or some combination of them all." She swallows with a mouthful of water.
"Its not just the cities that are ruthless; my people are cruel and ruthless. Have you noticed how everyone looks at me? The fact I'm above ground and alone, they must assume I'm an escaped slave, a runaway noble from a fallen house, or some such - but they won't let me out of their site in case I'm a forward scout or spy. I hope you don't mind and can get used to it, because I'm tired of traveling alone and talking to myself." She squints up at the sun and pulls the hood on her cloak even further forward
First D&D set: 1980 red box. Haven't stopped playing since. :)
Vedui Gurth
He will talk to Serwa when /where others can't here.....
"I spent most of my life in Thay, but not in a city or with the Red Wizards....with another......'secluded group'..... I found that they were not what I want. No one leaves them. Ever." Vedui will unbutton the front of his shirt....on his chest is a crude brand painfully done, which seems to be a rough skull and crossbones. "This is their mark. There is another on my back. They gave me 24 hours, but that was many days ago. They study Death, they study the moment of death, and the moment the soul leaves the body. There is a power there and they seek to master it, many of them do. If they find me....It would be best if you are not around. Also, from what you have told me about yourself, they would be very interested in you. They do experiments on people....Be cautious on who you tell your story to. "
Ilvisar
Once within the square, Ilvisar regards the banner, the colours, and can be seen hooking a thumb under the beaded necklace he received earlier; comparing. He nods, as if putting two and two together.
He risks, and winces against the incoming light, as a jabber-jay flutters past. His expression is mute now, but his eyes follow the bird all the way out past the gates. There are tears streaming from his eyes, but no sadness there...perhaps it is just the sun. There’s no defensive quality in him through that moment, as he simply realizes the coolness on his cheeks, and wipes them away.
At Mordikai’s words, he glances in the sign's direction. The elf appraises the list of contests, then swipes a finger at the edge of ‘drinking and eating.’
“...if there are dwarves competing, you can forget about that…” he replies. “...alcoholism is part of their culture. Eating, though….I could do that for a spell.”
As the warforged treads over to a stall to inquire about fees and such, the elf watches from the corner of his eye. He glances between Mordikai and Tibern.
“...food, then fun?”
He doesn’t seem to relish the idea of participating either, for that would draw eyes on him...and though-while the Thay are often easy to spot….not all of them sport the traditions of their masters. Ilvisar seems content enough to be a wallflower, and eek out his new freedom on his own terms.
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Past Characters:
While Modikai waits for the stall owner to finish with his customers and then answer his inquiry, he turns and replies to Ilvisa,
"I do not need to eat, but if you want to engage in social bonding over food, I will participate."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
Nute
"Oh, they are looking at you? I thought it was me. I'm not used to this, too many eyes, not enough foliage to stay hidden. I think I saw some trees a bit further, maybe we can go there after the competition?" He pulls out a round stone and begins to file back the claws on his left hand that begun to grow in the last few days.
Characters:
Nute Kenku Druid - War of the Faithless
Ignace Miltorn Aasimar Paladin - Descent into Avernus
Ilvisar
"Really? I thought you would at least eat coal, or something like that..." he replies to Mordikai, with a soft frown, then mutters. "...which discounts your interest in children...."
The corner of his mouth ticks, with regards to 'social bonding', but his shoulders slump somewhat, as if relenting.
"...when you're finished here then, sure." he adds, a bit louder; though wincing at the sound of his own voice.
He turns a bit on his heel, glancing about at the vendors to see who is selling what kind of food and fare.
"...somewhere indoors would be nice....this blasted...blessed sunlight..." he mutters to himself.
Current Characters:
Past Characters:
Midnight
Nodding, she looks around at the ‘chaperones’ who have taken up spots nearby and says, “Well, unless your kind is known for raiding and killing entire villages, I’m fairly confident they are watching me.
Uh, you aren’t known for that, are you?”
First D&D set: 1980 red box. Haven't stopped playing since. :)
Nute
"Not my family, but I've heard my father mention that some kenkus are known to be for stealing and forging documents. We are very good at copying stuff"
Characters:
Nute Kenku Druid - War of the Faithless
Ignace Miltorn Aasimar Paladin - Descent into Avernus
Midnight
“That could be really useful. I don’t suppose you could create some documents that say I am allowed to be here, could you? Something that could keep me from being thrown out on account of my good lucks?”
First D&D set: 1980 red box. Haven't stopped playing since. :)
Tibern
Tibern shrugs as he seems to be lost in thought for several seconds before he turns his head to look for food as well. Once he finds something that looks as if it would be good enough to hold him over he moves over to purchase it.
"I feel that this shall be good enough to last for a short time but if you wish to find somewhere in doors it would be best to look for a tavern or inn. That is where I find food usually. Although I would recommend that we find one farther from the docks. Perhaps after that we can try some of these games."
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)
Nute
"I could give it a shot. However, I'm not trained in it and I don't have the equipment for it. I'd need parchment, ink, wax among other things. It could get pricy. Also, I'd need a real document to base it from."
Characters:
Nute Kenku Druid - War of the Faithless
Ignace Miltorn Aasimar Paladin - Descent into Avernus
Serwa
Serwa listens quietly when this exchange with Vedui takes place, in some private locale out of earshot of others. Though typically deadpan in her reactions and emotionally blank in expression, it is clear this is troubling to her. "So, some sect or cabal operating out of Thay, but not part of the Red Wizards officially? Maybe a secret project, off the books."
"All acolytes of Kelemvor study death. Similar things, the moment a soul leaves a body, the link of some souls to the body or the surrounding region after death, all of that. Death is lord Kelemvor's domain, though, it's not a power for mortals to master, or a mystery to ever even fully understand. They're acting on hubris. I'm still new to the faith, but I think I can confidently say we would consider these people heretics, and strike them down accordingly."
She pauses, and seems to be searching for something comforting to say, and finds little within her that is of comfort. "You're a long way them them now. And if they come after you and I'm around, I'll do my duty as a Paladin of Kelemvor, and bring judgment to these people for their hubris, dabbling in secrets that belong to the gods alone. I was born in death, and I've had a life filled with death. I've seen the light leave the eyes of too many friends, and... people who were important to me. I don't know if you believe in omens, or that my life is one of ill-omen, but you're fortunate their prophecy that you have 24 hours to live didn't come to pass. If you want to part ways, if you don't want to be around someone who might be cursed, I understand. But sometimes death is inevitable. I don't know if I can fix what's wrong with you, whatever they did. But at least you don't have to die alone."
She bites her lip, certain that what she intended to be words of comfort just made things worse. "Anyway, don't die until I can pay you back for the contest fee. I have 3 gold and some silver change, I might need to borrow 2 gold. I'll do my best in this Performance contest, and I promise, you get a pass on the groin shots in the duel. That would be cruel, to a dying man."