Sylyra enters, taking a quick look around, but mostly just trying to walk straight. He places the mugs on the table and pours a generous amount of wine into them. "This is Alurlyath — Waterdhavian wine," he says, working hard to pronounce the words clearly but slurring a little. "One of my favorites." The elf drops heavily in the seat Uragum cleared for him and picks up one of the mugs. He takes a long sip. "My father hates it." He grins and pushes air out of his nose in a silent laugh. "It's probably why I like it so much." He takes a small sip and narrows his eyes at the goliath. "Do you have parents, Uragum? Do they approve of you? Mine don't," he says bluntly, not giving the wizard time to answer. "Sent me to this backwater town. Won't bring me home. Won't even reply to my letters. No money. No status. No ... worthy companionship. I miss the sea," he almost whines, his tone of voice changing from indignation to longing. "I miss the salt in the wind. I miss my friends. I miss the parties and the woman willing to do ... whatever," he says, a pleasant smile spreading his lips. The look of serenity falters and returns to sadness. He lifts the mug to his lips and begins gulping.
Uragum took the generously poured mug of wine and looked at it briefly. He tended to prefer harder stuff than wine, and thought it was odd that the wine was in a mug and not some fancy glass but he shrugged. Free is free after all and who was he to let alcohol of any form go to waste.
He raises it and to a generous gulp and almost spit it up and coughed a bit at the mention of father. "Parents... right. Yes, no. It's kind of complicated. I like books and that's not something my tribe really put faith into. Sure there was magic but mostly that of the land. Everything else is a matter of strength and skill."
He took another drink. "My mum was a healer though. Fixed up the warriors. She'd likely approve but can't voice it... Tribe politics and what not. My dad... Likely a disappointment to him. He was on the tribe council. Big guy all honor and strength of arm and prove your might kind of thing..." He grew silent for a moment. "Wasn't too happy with the readin thing. Waste of time, should have spent more time with an axe or sword. Wasting my Gods given talent."
He drains the mug and gives a short laugh. "These days echo my leaving there... Had to have a sparing match with another tribesmen. We were close in size but he was better with a sword. We had been having at it but he had the slight edge and knocked me down. He stepped back to show boat. So, I summoned an ice dagger and hooked it st him. Knocked the son of a swine down and had a knife to the throat winning the match. Looked up and my pa turned his back and walked away. Then the rest of the council walked away... I won but they didn't approve if my 'tactics.' Wasn't an honorable victory. Left that night and havnt been back since."
He pours a little more. "Now this fighting ring here thinks I've been cheating. Had a good run to start and now I'm in a slump. Had me thinking that maybe my pa was right." He shrugs, "Don't know, feel kinda lost right now. Not sure what to do between these jobs of ours."
Uragum puts a hand on Sylyra's shoulder. "Best we can do for now I guess is prove em wrong right. We've got a decent thing goin here I think. Might be back water but the pays alright, people know who we are and dam if we haven't made a difference. Soon, I think, you'll be able to go back and toss it in his face. He'll, we do well enough and maybe you sail back in your own ship. Bet that would be a thorn in his back side."
Sylyra watches Uragum with a slightly slack jaw and wide eyes as the goliath spins his tale. In the end, the elf slams his mug down on the table, some of the wine splashing over onto his hand. "You're right! We'll show them!" He raises the mug in a toasting gesture. "To our fathers! May they choke on their own thorny back sides!" Before Uragum can "clink" his mug against Sylyra's, the druid has begun gulping down the wine in his own mug. After slurping down the dregs, Sylyra puts his mug back on the table and grabs the wine. He upturns the bottle, pouring what remains into his mug. Lifting the mug again, he says, "And to Uragum, the best wizard in Phlan, even if people do think he's a cheater." The last word comes out wrong, the T being replaced by a D. He says the word again without it sounding any better. He repeats himself two more times, each time with a D instead of a T sound. By the end, he is smiling as if hearing a joke. He shrugs and raises his mug a little higher. "To Uragum, the cheater!" No longer bothered by the mispronunciation, Sylyra begins drinking deeply once again.
Uragum flinched at the toast. "To success despite our fathers..." he said in response. He then looked at the cup and slowly took a sip. Looking back at Sylyra he wondered, is this how I am when I'm drunk?
Sylyra drinks the last of the wine and is more sleepy than anything following. The elf appears to have said all he needed to say. I assume Uragum helps him back to his room. The next morning, Sylyra doesn't remember going to Uragum's room, but he does feel even worse for wanting to avoid Uragum in public. (I'll let Dbuds decide whether anything is said about the visit.)
When Arnald's intentions for pursuing other goals are made known to him, Sylyra appears to take the news personally, immediately distancing himself from the human and acting both grumpy and aloof toward the others, especially Hex. If a gathering to say goodbye is planned, Sylyra will only attend if Ola basically tells him he has to. (I'll leave that up to BB.)
"Has to" would unlikely work on Sylyra, that much Ola knew by now, but she would try to use more compelling arguments like "it can be useful" (on many levels, beginning from "closure" and ending "good relationships are worth keeping") and "it is a good reason for a small private party to know Hex a bit better". Not that Ola was in a party mood (ever) but tradition is tradition and she did not have that many friends in that city to let one disappear without proper goodbye.
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"Has to" probably was too strong. Ola compelling Sylyra to participate would have bent his spine. He would have demanded it be a private gathering, though, and he's rather grumpy about it toward Ola. At the gathering however, he is aloof and indifferent while wishing Arnald good luck. If there are spirits, he would toast Arnald's exit and Hex's entrance with a very pleasant smile.
Sleight of hand vs. Hex's passive perception of 14: 13
Later that night, Hex would find a dead mouse tucked somewhere on her person.
During the gathering, Hex would be in a very good mood. She'd actively try to converse with everyone as much as she could, constantly asking minor questions and getting to know them better. She doesn't reveal much about herself but she would be more than happy to tell the group many stories of the various adventures she's been on.
When Hex found the dead mouse, she'd be very amused and slightly impressed. Rather than keep it though, she'd cut it up into small chunks and try to find a stray cat or animal to feed the meat to.
Sylyra enters, taking a quick look around, but mostly just trying to walk straight. He places the mugs on the table and pours a generous amount of wine into them. "This is Alurlyath — Waterdhavian wine," he says, working hard to pronounce the words clearly but slurring a little. "One of my favorites." The elf drops heavily in the seat Uragum cleared for him and picks up one of the mugs. He takes a long sip. "My father hates it." He grins and pushes air out of his nose in a silent laugh. "It's probably why I like it so much." He takes a small sip and narrows his eyes at the goliath. "Do you have parents, Uragum? Do they approve of you? Mine don't," he says bluntly, not giving the wizard time to answer. "Sent me to this backwater town. Won't bring me home. Won't even reply to my letters. No money. No status. No ... worthy companionship. I miss the sea," he almost whines, his tone of voice changing from indignation to longing. "I miss the salt in the wind. I miss my friends. I miss the parties and the woman willing to do ... whatever," he says, a pleasant smile spreading his lips. The look of serenity falters and returns to sadness. He lifts the mug to his lips and begins gulping.
Uragum took the generously poured mug of wine and looked at it briefly. He tended to prefer harder stuff than wine, and thought it was odd that the wine was in a mug and not some fancy glass but he shrugged. Free is free after all and who was he to let alcohol of any form go to waste.
He raises it and to a generous gulp and almost spit it up and coughed a bit at the mention of father. "Parents... right. Yes, no. It's kind of complicated. I like books and that's not something my tribe really put faith into. Sure there was magic but mostly that of the land. Everything else is a matter of strength and skill."
He took another drink. "My mum was a healer though. Fixed up the warriors. She'd likely approve but can't voice it... Tribe politics and what not. My dad... Likely a disappointment to him. He was on the tribe council. Big guy all honor and strength of arm and prove your might kind of thing..." He grew silent for a moment. "Wasn't too happy with the readin thing. Waste of time, should have spent more time with an axe or sword. Wasting my Gods given talent."
He drains the mug and gives a short laugh. "These days echo my leaving there... Had to have a sparing match with another tribesmen. We were close in size but he was better with a sword. We had been having at it but he had the slight edge and knocked me down. He stepped back to show boat. So, I summoned an ice dagger and hooked it st him. Knocked the son of a swine down and had a knife to the throat winning the match. Looked up and my pa turned his back and walked away. Then the rest of the council walked away... I won but they didn't approve if my 'tactics.' Wasn't an honorable victory. Left that night and havnt been back since."
He pours a little more. "Now this fighting ring here thinks I've been cheating. Had a good run to start and now I'm in a slump. Had me thinking that maybe my pa was right." He shrugs, "Don't know, feel kinda lost right now. Not sure what to do between these jobs of ours."
Uragum puts a hand on Sylyra's shoulder. "Best we can do for now I guess is prove em wrong right. We've got a decent thing goin here I think. Might be back water but the pays alright, people know who we are and dam if we haven't made a difference. Soon, I think, you'll be able to go back and toss it in his face. He'll, we do well enough and maybe you sail back in your own ship. Bet that would be a thorn in his back side."
Sylyra watches Uragum with a slightly slack jaw and wide eyes as the goliath spins his tale. In the end, the elf slams his mug down on the table, some of the wine splashing over onto his hand. "You're right! We'll show them!" He raises the mug in a toasting gesture. "To our fathers! May they choke on their own thorny back sides!" Before Uragum can "clink" his mug against Sylyra's, the druid has begun gulping down the wine in his own mug. After slurping down the dregs, Sylyra puts his mug back on the table and grabs the wine. He upturns the bottle, pouring what remains into his mug. Lifting the mug again, he says, "And to Uragum, the best wizard in Phlan, even if people do think he's a cheater." The last word comes out wrong, the T being replaced by a D. He says the word again without it sounding any better. He repeats himself two more times, each time with a D instead of a T sound. By the end, he is smiling as if hearing a joke. He shrugs and raises his mug a little higher. "To Uragum, the cheater!" No longer bothered by the mispronunciation, Sylyra begins drinking deeply once again.
Uragum flinched at the toast. "To success despite our fathers..." he said in response. He then looked at the cup and slowly took a sip. Looking back at Sylyra he wondered, is this how I am when I'm drunk?
Sylyra drinks the last of the wine and is more sleepy than anything following. The elf appears to have said all he needed to say. I assume Uragum helps him back to his room. The next morning, Sylyra doesn't remember going to Uragum's room, but he does feel even worse for wanting to avoid Uragum in public. (I'll let Dbuds decide whether anything is said about the visit.)
When Arnald's intentions for pursuing other goals are made known to him, Sylyra appears to take the news personally, immediately distancing himself from the human and acting both grumpy and aloof toward the others, especially Hex. If a gathering to say goodbye is planned, Sylyra will only attend if Ola basically tells him he has to. (I'll leave that up to BB.)
"Has to" would unlikely work on Sylyra, that much Ola knew by now, but she would try to use more compelling arguments like "it can be useful" (on many levels, beginning from "closure" and ending "good relationships are worth keeping") and "it is a good reason for a small private party to know Hex a bit better". Not that Ola was in a party mood (ever) but tradition is tradition and she did not have that many friends in that city to let one disappear without proper goodbye.
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"Has to" probably was too strong. Ola compelling Sylyra to participate would have bent his spine. He would have demanded it be a private gathering, though, and he's rather grumpy about it toward Ola. At the gathering however, he is aloof and indifferent while wishing Arnald good luck. If there are spirits, he would toast Arnald's exit and Hex's entrance with a very pleasant smile.
Sleight of hand vs. Hex's passive perception of 14: 13
Later that night, Hex would find a dead mouse tucked somewhere on her person.
During the gathering, Hex would be in a very good mood. She'd actively try to converse with everyone as much as she could, constantly asking minor questions and getting to know them better. She doesn't reveal much about herself but she would be more than happy to tell the group many stories of the various adventures she's been on.
When Hex found the dead mouse, she'd be very amused and slightly impressed. Rather than keep it though, she'd cut it up into small chunks and try to find a stray cat or animal to feed the meat to.
OOC: The adventure continues in The Courting of Fire...
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