Faen approaches the elf sitting at the desk and switches back to her native language.
"Excuse me sir. Are you the one called Shaya? My name is Faen, I am here to retrieve the map that Sir Lore had copied for the Guardians." The elvish falls from her lips easily, it feels good to speak her old tongue again.
I turn to the human, "You talk too much." I say, "The plan is simple. We go to Temple, kill anything that moves, but we don't kill those that are good."
I look at the remainder of my team, the pretty elf ran somewhere, so the human and dwarf remained. "What can you two do in a fight."
"It's not that simple," Jinx says surprising herself looking a the half-orc. "As Lore advised and Dmitrie suggested we should find and speak to the forest sage before going into a temple unaware of the dangers that lie in wait for us," she adds curtly. "Where will we find the sage master guardian," she then asks Lore.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
(OOC: It’s up to you, but I would imagine all of you know the stories of the previous guardians. This is probably the only time you’ve heard this particular version of the story, as each culture tends to vary the retelling. The last battle against the darkness would have ended 150 years ago, so about 100 years before Jinx. Some of the following info, might be old news to your character if you think your character has a pretty good grasp on world history.)
OOC: Can I roll a history check then? If not 8 there it is! Jinx isn't a scholar I guess!! HA! So 'vaguely recalls' but no exact details just the sickness in her backstory. Could it be like remnants of the darkness that spread from her mountains? The dwarves directly in that tie frame years later falling ill? THAT would be interesting!!
"Easy, I have lived the bad, I have seen the so called good imposed by the *law*. I see what someone does and act what I feel is needed. The law says if someone steals they are to be punished, it doesn't matter if they are stealing from children or stealing *for* starving children. If someone murders they must be punished, whether they murder for pleasure or vengeance. I don't expect someone who's *destiny* is to stop darkness when they haven't stared down the darkness of the world. LOOK AROUND YOU, YOU WANT TO STOP DARKNESS. Stop the people who tread on the poor, stop the politicians who lie and cheat and whose greed consumes them, and STOP THOSE WHO WILL MURDER A MOTHER FOR DOING ANYTHING IN HER POWER TO PROVIDE FOR HER CHILD THAT WAS ON THE BRINK OF DEATH." I say to the human, standing up at the end pounding my fist on the table, "Here you are, going on and on about destiny and combating the darkness, waiting for people to shower you with thanks. Ask yourself, what have you done. What have you done to combat the darkness that chokes our world. To combat the darkness that plagues every city, town, or village you walk through. I admit I've done some bad things in my life, but even at my worst moments I would never beat starving children who stole some bread. I would never hang a man who does everything and anything to make sure his three daughters have food in their bellies and a bed to sleep on, and I have never jailed a man who avenged his murdered wife." I turn and quickly stride to find the elf. "It's to stuffy in here." I say as I walk out. (((*=Extra emphasis)))
OOC: easy friend. I know nothing was said about that, but this is all from a character standpoint, confrontation isn't always bad for role play. The reason why Thokk said these things was to prove a point. That the laws are not always the Golden rule, and was using grim realism to prove a point. All he knows about your characters is that the darkness made a sickness spread throughout your people and the other thought it was his destiny. He thinks both of you are inexperienced to true darkness and thinks your wanting to prove yourself as great hero's by stopping this darkness and nothing else. He's spent his life in the dark, and has found that the world is made of shades of grey and anyone that thinks that it's black and white is a fool. That darkness has always been here, in the minds of the corrupt and evil, and not enough people try to stop it and the law doesn't truly stop the evil.
Thokk is very emotional and is a hot head, other characters wouldn't have responded like that but Thokk is different. He believes in proving ones self to gain respect.
Just calm down, I know it might not be the plan you have for the story, but this won't derail the entire plot line. Just open up an avenue for RP.
[Dmitrie & Jinx] Lore raises a hand toward Dmitrie and Jinx. "Allow him space." He says calmly. The old wood elf waits for the half-orc to take his leave toward the upper floor where Faen is. "There is a tempest inside him." Lore breaks the beat of silence. "Seeing him, I think he wishes he could go it alone. Face the darkness on his own--vanquish it on his own. Not for glory, but for justice. As a storm, he is a trial and he only allows those who can weather him to stick around. It leaves a rough first impression, I know. Some of my own fellow guardians shared his temperament. The Guardians need each other. Weather-the-storm, and be victorious together. And push back, he must also prove himself to you, Guardian Brightwell and Guardian Snowhunter." Lore sits back, brings his hands together and locks his fingers, he has a puzzled look for just a moment and then says, "I'm so sorry, I've forgotten your previous question. What was it again?"
[Faen & Thokk] The wood elf at the writing desk perks up a little bit at the sound of Faen's voice. "Strange." his voice is just louder than a whisper. "I thought I had until tonight to prepare that map..." He doesn't turn around, just continues to write. There's an awkward amount of time that passes, some loud voices come from below and heavy feet ascend the stairs. Thokk enters and sees Faen as well as the wood elf at the writing desk.
“I see that he is hot-headed and perhaps misguided in his rage. I also think he’s under the impression that I’m after this for the fame. Sure, I was destined for this in the same way that the Moon is destined to rise in the night. Or that Wolves are destined to hunt in packs. It doesn’t mean that I want praise for it. It just naturally occurred. But you are right Lore. We must stick together and work through this if we are to defeat the darkness. Once he is cooled down I should talk to him. Clear some air between us. Anyways I was asking about the Guardians. Have you heard of any others? You were chosen by Gridori; do you know who the new chosen of Gridori is?”
Dmitrei asks; a little concerned and Thokks explosion but knowing it’s best to let him cool down and not by using his magic before he speaks to him.
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Faen tilts her head to the side, sightly confused. In elvish she asks Shaya.
"Do you mean that the map is not complete yet? I do not wish to rush you, dear Scribe, but how much longer will it take finish the map?" Her voice clear, loud, and confident. No stuttering to be heard as she speaks, unlike when she was sitting at the table.'She moves closer to the elf in the chair, a little curious as to what he is working on right now. 'This is business, remember what father taught me.' She thinks as she takes a deep breath and continues.
"If you are not done then perhaps I might look at books if you'd be so kind as to share them with me. I'm afraid I do not know much of wood elves and their land so any help you could give me and the other Guardians would be very much appreciated." She puts on a bright smile for the other elf, her posture prim and proper, arms folded behind her back.
[Dmitrie & Jinx] Lore looks to Dmitrie and says, "I'm not sure. I thought perhaps our Moon Elf friend was Gridori's chosen; however from her story, I'm not so sure. All of Gridori's previous Guardians were forest folk like myself." The wood elf ponders the possibilities for a moment, but gives a gentle shrug and continues, "As for what's inside the temple, Guardian Brightwel--Well, it has been some time since I last visited. I do recall the high priestess having a magic ring, and her elite guardsmen were well equipped to defend her. Such belongings might still be inside the chambers. As I mentioned, there are dangers there. I've heard there are hostile insect-like creatures that hide in the shadows and ambush unsuspecting delvers. It's made it very difficult to reclaim the temple for reconstruction." Lore sighs at the thought of it all.
[Faen & Thokk] The wood elf remains uninterested in turning away from his work, but he waves his hand about in the air gesturing, "Have whatever you will, I suppose." He speaks softly in Elvish and scribbles more and more with his black quill pen. As he gestures with his hand, whispers come from under his breath. From the shadows near the walls appears an iridescent colored hand holding a leather map case. The spectral hand hovers gently toward Faen and stops waiting for her to take it before vanishing. Upon inspecting any of the books, scrolls, or pieces of parchment scattered about, one notices that they are merely blank sheets with nothing written on them.
"Oh! Thank you." Faen takes a second to admire the magical hand before accepting the map. Giddy, she checks all the nearby books in the room. Seeing that most are blank though causes her mood to deflate and her shoulders fall a little. Remember the map in her hand, she holds it close to her chest and runs out of the room seeking someplace quiet and isolated to examine it. She barely notices Thokk,simply ducking around him as she runs past the half-orc, too excited to final be able study the map. The voice is quiet expect for a constant hum in the back of her mind.
When she finds a quiet spot she'll sit on the floor nestled against the wall and begin reading the map.
The small elf...Faen ran around him. I don't know the other elf and he was writing weird squiggles. I shift uncomfortably, I don't like books. I turn and follow after the elf. 'I need to calm down, anger cannot solve all of my problems.' I take deep breaths as I follow Faen.
“Thank you for all your wisdom. I appreciate it and I know it’ll be helpful for the battles to come. Jinx do you have any questions for Lore? If not, let’s not find the others.”
Dmitrei will wait for Jinx to finish any of her inquiries as well. Then he’ll take off, presumably with her, looking for the others.
Dmitrei will begin heading towards the library the last place he knew Faen was heading towards. Along the way, he’ll start speaking to Jinx in Dwarvish.
”Jinx, where are you from? I’ve never seen you in the Tundra before. Do you think we should get anything else before we leave towards the Temple?”
"Ximesi Mountains," Jinx answers her smile returning, "our people are neighbors I think," she adds grinning now at Dmitrie's prefect Dwarvish! "What else do you think we need? I have everything a travel should and my pockets aren't exactly landen with gold," she says with a shrug of her board chainmail clad shoulders.
“Like I said earlier; I forgot a herbalism kit at the Tundra. If we have it I can start collecting herbs and eventually make some healing tonics and antitoxins with it. Being able to do that would be useful for later on. They shouldn’t be too expensive. I have some gold so I should be able to afford it myself.”
Faen approaches the elf sitting at the desk and switches back to her native language.
"Excuse me sir. Are you the one called Shaya? My name is Faen, I am here to retrieve the map that Sir Lore had copied for the Guardians." The elvish falls from her lips easily, it feels good to speak her old tongue again.
I turn to the human, "You talk too much." I say, "The plan is simple. We go to Temple, kill anything that moves, but we don't kill those that are good."
I look at the remainder of my team, the pretty elf ran somewhere, so the human and dwarf remained. "What can you two do in a fight."
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"It's not that simple," Jinx says surprising herself looking a the half-orc. "As Lore advised and Dmitrie suggested we should find and speak to the forest sage before going into a temple unaware of the dangers that lie in wait for us," she adds curtly. "Where will we find the sage master guardian," she then asks Lore.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Tell me Thokk how do you know what is good and what is bad?"
"My thoughts exactly," Jinx says backing up the druid!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Easy, I have lived the bad, I have seen the so called good imposed by the *law*. I see what someone does and act what I feel is needed. The law says if someone steals they are to be punished, it doesn't matter if they are stealing from children or stealing *for* starving children. If someone murders they must be punished, whether they murder for pleasure or vengeance. I don't expect someone who's *destiny* is to stop darkness when they haven't stared down the darkness of the world. LOOK AROUND YOU, YOU WANT TO STOP DARKNESS. Stop the people who tread on the poor, stop the politicians who lie and cheat and whose greed consumes them, and STOP THOSE WHO WILL MURDER A MOTHER FOR DOING ANYTHING IN HER POWER TO PROVIDE FOR HER CHILD THAT WAS ON THE BRINK OF DEATH." I say to the human, standing up at the end pounding my fist on the table, "Here you are, going on and on about destiny and combating the darkness, waiting for people to shower you with thanks. Ask yourself, what have you done. What have you done to combat the darkness that chokes our world. To combat the darkness that plagues every city, town, or village you walk through. I admit I've done some bad things in my life, but even at my worst moments I would never beat starving children who stole some bread. I would never hang a man who does everything and anything to make sure his three daughters have food in their bellies and a bed to sleep on, and I have never jailed a man who avenged his murdered wife." I turn and quickly stride to find the elf. "It's to stuffy in here." I say as I walk out. (((*=Extra emphasis)))
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OOC: easy friend. I know nothing was said about that, but this is all from a character standpoint, confrontation isn't always bad for role play. The reason why Thokk said these things was to prove a point. That the laws are not always the Golden rule, and was using grim realism to prove a point. All he knows about your characters is that the darkness made a sickness spread throughout your people and the other thought it was his destiny. He thinks both of you are inexperienced to true darkness and thinks your wanting to prove yourself as great hero's by stopping this darkness and nothing else. He's spent his life in the dark, and has found that the world is made of shades of grey and anyone that thinks that it's black and white is a fool. That darkness has always been here, in the minds of the corrupt and evil, and not enough people try to stop it and the law doesn't truly stop the evil.
Thokk is very emotional and is a hot head, other characters wouldn't have responded like that but Thokk is different. He believes in proving ones self to gain respect.
Just calm down, I know it might not be the plan you have for the story, but this won't derail the entire plot line. Just open up an avenue for RP.
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[Dmitrie & Jinx]
Lore raises a hand toward Dmitrie and Jinx. "Allow him space." He says calmly. The old wood elf waits for the half-orc to take his leave toward the upper floor where Faen is. "There is a tempest inside him." Lore breaks the beat of silence. "Seeing him, I think he wishes he could go it alone. Face the darkness on his own--vanquish it on his own. Not for glory, but for justice. As a storm, he is a trial and he only allows those who can weather him to stick around. It leaves a rough first impression, I know. Some of my own fellow guardians shared his temperament. The Guardians need each other. Weather-the-storm, and be victorious together. And push back, he must also prove himself to you, Guardian Brightwell and Guardian Snowhunter." Lore sits back, brings his hands together and locks his fingers, he has a puzzled look for just a moment and then says, "I'm so sorry, I've forgotten your previous question. What was it again?"
[Faen & Thokk]
The wood elf at the writing desk perks up a little bit at the sound of Faen's voice. "Strange." his voice is just louder than a whisper. "I thought I had until tonight to prepare that map..." He doesn't turn around, just continues to write. There's an awkward amount of time that passes, some loud voices come from below and heavy feet ascend the stairs. Thokk enters and sees Faen as well as the wood elf at the writing desk.
“I see that he is hot-headed and perhaps misguided in his rage. I also think he’s under the impression that I’m after this for the fame. Sure, I was destined for this in the same way that the Moon is destined to rise in the night. Or that Wolves are destined to hunt in packs. It doesn’t mean that I want praise for it. It just naturally occurred. But you are right Lore. We must stick together and work through this if we are to defeat the darkness. Once he is cooled down I should talk to him. Clear some air between us. Anyways I was asking about the Guardians. Have you heard of any others? You were chosen by Gridori; do you know who the new chosen of Gridori is?”
Dmitrei asks; a little concerned and Thokks explosion but knowing it’s best to let him cool down and not by using his magic before he speaks to him.
Faen tilts her head to the side, sightly confused. In elvish she asks Shaya.
"Do you mean that the map is not complete yet? I do not wish to rush you, dear Scribe, but how much longer will it take finish the map?" Her voice clear, loud, and confident. No stuttering to be heard as she speaks, unlike when she was sitting at the table.'She moves closer to the elf in the chair, a little curious as to what he is working on right now. 'This is business, remember what father taught me.' She thinks as she takes a deep breath and continues.
"If you are not done then perhaps I might look at books if you'd be so kind as to share them with me. I'm afraid I do not know much of wood elves and their land so any help you could give me and the other Guardians would be very much appreciated." She puts on a bright smile for the other elf, her posture prim and proper, arms folded behind her back.
Persuasion (If I need to roll.):6
[Dmitrie & Jinx]
Lore looks to Dmitrie and says, "I'm not sure. I thought perhaps our Moon Elf friend was Gridori's chosen; however from her story, I'm not so sure. All of Gridori's previous Guardians were forest folk like myself." The wood elf ponders the possibilities for a moment, but gives a gentle shrug and continues, "As for what's inside the temple, Guardian Brightwel--Well, it has been some time since I last visited. I do recall the high priestess having a magic ring, and her elite guardsmen were well equipped to defend her. Such belongings might still be inside the chambers. As I mentioned, there are dangers there. I've heard there are hostile insect-like creatures that hide in the shadows and ambush unsuspecting delvers. It's made it very difficult to reclaim the temple for reconstruction." Lore sighs at the thought of it all.
[Faen & Thokk]
The wood elf remains uninterested in turning away from his work, but he waves his hand about in the air gesturing, "Have whatever you will, I suppose." He speaks softly in Elvish and scribbles more and more with his black quill pen. As he gestures with his hand, whispers come from under his breath. From the shadows near the walls appears an iridescent colored hand holding a leather map case. The spectral hand hovers gently toward Faen and stops waiting for her to take it before vanishing. Upon inspecting any of the books, scrolls, or pieces of parchment scattered about, one notices that they are merely blank sheets with nothing written on them.
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"Oh! Thank you." Faen takes a second to admire the magical hand before accepting the map. Giddy, she checks all the nearby books in the room. Seeing that most are blank though causes her mood to deflate and her shoulders fall a little. Remember the map in her hand, she holds it close to her chest and runs out of the room seeking someplace quiet and isolated to examine it. She barely notices Thokk,simply ducking around him as she runs past the half-orc, too excited to final be able study the map. The voice is quiet expect for a constant hum in the back of her mind.
When she finds a quiet spot she'll sit on the floor nestled against the wall and begin reading the map.
The small elf...Faen ran around him. I don't know the other elf and he was writing weird squiggles. I shift uncomfortably, I don't like books. I turn and follow after the elf. 'I need to calm down, anger cannot solve all of my problems.' I take deep breaths as I follow Faen.
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“Thank you for all your wisdom. I appreciate it and I know it’ll be helpful for the battles to come. Jinx do you have any questions for Lore? If not, let’s not find the others.”
Dmitrei will wait for Jinx to finish any of her inquiries as well. Then he’ll take off, presumably with her, looking for the others.
"Yes I will take your advice master gaurdian," Jinx replies nodding at Lore. "Let's get going guardian Snowhunter," she adds standing from the table.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Dmitrei will begin heading towards the library the last place he knew Faen was heading towards. Along the way, he’ll start speaking to Jinx in Dwarvish.
”Jinx, where are you from? I’ve never seen you in the Tundra before. Do you think we should get anything else before we leave towards the Temple?”
"Ximesi Mountains," Jinx answers her smile returning, "our people are neighbors I think," she adds grinning now at Dmitrie's prefect Dwarvish! "What else do you think we need? I have everything a travel should and my pockets aren't exactly landen with gold," she says with a shrug of her board chainmail clad shoulders.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
“Like I said earlier; I forgot a herbalism kit at the Tundra. If we have it I can start collecting herbs and eventually make some healing tonics and antitoxins with it. Being able to do that would be useful for later on. They shouldn’t be too expensive. I have some gold so I should be able to afford it myself.”
Dmitrei responds in Dwarvish.