As the townsfolk begin to gossip, Brana winds her way slowly through the crowd, sash prominently displayed and glaring at the people who gather to chat. As the priestess gives her speech, Brana eyes the two young men, but fails to recognize them. Her brow furrows as she listens to the impassioned sermon, and she grits her teeth.
When Ilshin asks about the helmet, Brana waves him off. "I might know something... but a moment, before the crowd disperses," she mutters. (Religion: 22)
Pushing her way before the helmet, she blocks the view of it and raises her voice.
"The strong govern the weak, and in return, the weak obey the strong. So is the way of things, and so it should be. But now, I see we have gathered to listen to this priestess advise you to throw away the order. To bare your throats, and your bellies, to an unknown invader, and capitulate without so much as a wimper or a question! This Priestess beseeches you to become weak, to give up that which makes you strong, and become servants of an untested 'higher power.' Pah!
I know you gathered here to listen to the words of Iomedae's priestess. Veterans, many of you, who have honorably served the Empire in both word and deed. It is a thing to be proud of! You have earned merit in battle, and survived to tell the tale! You, my friends, are the strong! You are the victors, if not in battle, then in life, for you have won another day of it, and returned to your families and loved ones!
And you should give praise for this boon. The strong have returned to govern your lives here. So have you earned your justice, your place in this society! I ask then... after your hard work, and your sacrifice, why? Why would you give that up to become mere servants of a foreign presence? This... pestilence... approaches you, with tales of complacency, of rising up, of "Reclamation." But do you not question the source?
Instigators, who would overthrow the very order you fought and bled to preserve! That you believed in, that you sacrificed for! Would you turn away your ideals for some pretty words, and the promise of an angel's merciful light? How dare they spit upon valor, your honor, by offering you subservience to their "Angel Knight!" You are your own people! Know these charlatans for what they are!
Have pity on your priestess, who has been blinded by their honeyed words! But stay strong, in your hearts, and loyal to the True Empire. Do not let these interlopers erode all that you have fought for! Do not let your sacrifice be in vain."
She spends a moment glaring significantly at the remaining crowd, before stomping back towards Ilshin, stormclouds on her face, ready to tell him what she knows of the helmet.
Zaradius rolls his eyes as they listen to the speech, crossing his arms and staying silent until it is over. As it happens though he looks over to Brana, making a face to show his annoyance with the sermon. Upon it ending he lets out a relieved sigh. "I always find such speeches rather boring... Why not show us the greatness they go on about instead of rambling for hours on end...."
He then shrugs at Ishin. "Seems like your sister has it. I'm not all that interested in the religious stuff. I just swing a sword and kill those that get in my way...."
History: 13
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
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Vanna listens, less to either speech than to the crowd. Their breath, their heart beats, the murmurs of ascent or descent. The words don't matter, but the way the wind is blowing, that matters. Hearing that, she heads toward the stage, looking to talk to someone of the preacher's camp.
Vanna listens to see which side the crowd is on, and to what degree. I'm not sure what skill that falls under. If it's Investigation, +3, if it's Perception, +2. 2
Ilshin and Brana, this silver helmet means nothing to you. It is an entirely new object to you, and this is your first time hearing about or seeing it. Vanna, it is difficult to tell what side the attendees are on.
Also, while the crowd is focused on the cleric, anyone who wants to steal the helmet with a Sleight of Hand or Stealth check will have advantage. Even the two men are listening intently.
With a smirk, Zaradius will reach out to grab for the crown if no one else does, coming up with a plan of what to say incase someone sees him going for it.
(Sleight of Hand and Stealth are both plus 0... Wish me luck.)
Sleight of Hand: 16
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Ilshin slips back under the shade of an overhang while Zaradius reaches for the crown. A bit abrupt and direct, Ilshin thinks to himself, but it should be entertaining and if he fails it should be distraction enough for someone else to take advantage of.
Vanna, you are told by one of the two young men that "Sword Knight Allamar is too busy to speak to the likes of you." You hear some judgement in the voice as he speaks to you.
This, plus Brana's speech, is all the distraction needed for Zaradius to steal the helmet (accidentally called it a crown and it won't accept my edits to the post) successfully.
Brana, you get a smattering of applause, as your speech seems to have touched some of the hearts of the crowd, but the clapping dies down as it becomes obvious that more people won't join in.
Cimri approaches the group. "We should report back to Razelago. And get paid, of course." She winks at Ilshin as she says this.
Zaradius shoves the helm onto his pack and covers it with his cloak, giving anyone that looks at him a glare as he makes his way back towards Cimri. "All this talk is making me itch for a fight...."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Pah... I need to work on my speeches," Brana says irately. "Ah, well. Never was one much for talkin' anyway. People listen to a show of force, not pretty words. Well... let's end this day more pleasantly,"she says ambiguously. Privately, she is thinking that she will be returning to this temple soon... it's the first good bead she's gotten so far on these heretical Reclamationists, and Brana is full aware that she is under orders from House Thrune to deal with them, however possible. She only hopes that Razelago and her own goals will coincide... otherwise this will be an uphill battle.
History: 12
As the townsfolk begin to gossip, Brana winds her way slowly through the crowd, sash prominently displayed and glaring at the people who gather to chat. As the priestess gives her speech, Brana eyes the two young men, but fails to recognize them. Her brow furrows as she listens to the impassioned sermon, and she grits her teeth.
When Ilshin asks about the helmet, Brana waves him off. "I might know something... but a moment, before the crowd disperses," she mutters. (Religion: 22)
Pushing her way before the helmet, she blocks the view of it and raises her voice.
"The strong govern the weak, and in return, the weak obey the strong. So is the way of things, and so it should be. But now, I see we have gathered to listen to this priestess advise you to throw away the order. To bare your throats, and your bellies, to an unknown invader, and capitulate without so much as a wimper or a question! This Priestess beseeches you to become weak, to give up that which makes you strong, and become servants of an untested 'higher power.' Pah!
I know you gathered here to listen to the words of Iomedae's priestess. Veterans, many of you, who have honorably served the Empire in both word and deed. It is a thing to be proud of! You have earned merit in battle, and survived to tell the tale! You, my friends, are the strong! You are the victors, if not in battle, then in life, for you have won another day of it, and returned to your families and loved ones!
And you should give praise for this boon. The strong have returned to govern your lives here. So have you earned your justice, your place in this society! I ask then... after your hard work, and your sacrifice, why? Why would you give that up to become mere servants of a foreign presence? This... pestilence... approaches you, with tales of complacency, of rising up, of "Reclamation." But do you not question the source?
Instigators, who would overthrow the very order you fought and bled to preserve! That you believed in, that you sacrificed for! Would you turn away your ideals for some pretty words, and the promise of an angel's merciful light? How dare they spit upon valor, your honor, by offering you subservience to their "Angel Knight!" You are your own people! Know these charlatans for what they are!
Have pity on your priestess, who has been blinded by their honeyed words! But stay strong, in your hearts, and loyal to the True Empire. Do not let these interlopers erode all that you have fought for! Do not let your sacrifice be in vain."
She spends a moment glaring significantly at the remaining crowd, before stomping back towards Ilshin, stormclouds on her face, ready to tell him what she knows of the helmet.
Zaradius rolls his eyes as they listen to the speech, crossing his arms and staying silent until it is over. As it happens though he looks over to Brana, making a face to show his annoyance with the sermon. Upon it ending he lets out a relieved sigh. "I always find such speeches rather boring... Why not show us the greatness they go on about instead of rambling for hours on end...."
He then shrugs at Ishin. "Seems like your sister has it. I'm not all that interested in the religious stuff. I just swing a sword and kill those that get in my way...."
History: 13
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)
Vanna listens, less to either speech than to the crowd. Their breath, their heart beats, the murmurs of ascent or descent. The words don't matter, but the way the wind is blowing, that matters. Hearing that, she heads toward the stage, looking to talk to someone of the preacher's camp.
Vanna listens to see which side the crowd is on, and to what degree. I'm not sure what skill that falls under. If it's Investigation, +3, if it's Perception, +2. 2
Ilshin and Brana, this silver helmet means nothing to you. It is an entirely new object to you, and this is your first time hearing about or seeing it. Vanna, it is difficult to tell what side the attendees are on.
Brana, roll Persuasion with advantage, please.
Also, while the crowd is focused on the cleric, anyone who wants to steal the helmet with a Sleight of Hand or Stealth check will have advantage. Even the two men are listening intently.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
With a smirk, Zaradius will reach out to grab for the crown if no one else does, coming up with a plan of what to say incase someone sees him going for it.
(Sleight of Hand and Stealth are both plus 0... Wish me luck.)
Sleight of Hand: 16
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)
Brana Persuasion: 5
*sigh*
Ilshin slips back under the shade of an overhang while Zaradius reaches for the crown. A bit abrupt and direct, Ilshin thinks to himself, but it should be entertaining and if he fails it should be distraction enough for someone else to take advantage of.
Vanna is asking around near the stage to see if it is possible to speak to the preacher directly.
Vanna, you are told by one of the two young men that "Sword Knight Allamar is too busy to speak to the likes of you." You hear some judgement in the voice as he speaks to you.
This, plus Brana's speech, is all the distraction needed for Zaradius to steal the helmet (accidentally called it a crown and it won't accept my edits to the post) successfully.
Brana, you get a smattering of applause, as your speech seems to have touched some of the hearts of the crowd, but the clapping dies down as it becomes obvious that more people won't join in.
Cimri approaches the group. "We should report back to Razelago. And get paid, of course." She winks at Ilshin as she says this.
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Zaradius shoves the helm onto his pack and covers it with his cloak, giving anyone that looks at him a glare as he makes his way back towards Cimri. "All this talk is making me itch for a fight...."
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)
"Pah... I need to work on my speeches," Brana says irately. "Ah, well. Never was one much for talkin' anyway. People listen to a show of force, not pretty words. Well... let's end this day more pleasantly," she says ambiguously. Privately, she is thinking that she will be returning to this temple soon... it's the first good bead she's gotten so far on these heretical Reclamationists, and Brana is full aware that she is under orders from House Thrune to deal with them, however possible. She only hopes that Razelago and her own goals will coincide... otherwise this will be an uphill battle.
Vanna is about to reply with, 'And just what are the likes of me?', when she hears the others looking to go, and decides to turn back to the group.
"Her handlers seem closed-off," she reports to the group, "If she's of similar temperament, this is likely to come to blows."