As Barkas rolls up his map, taking in the scene around him, his eyes are drawn to the tavern's window where bathed in the rising moonlight he sees a thin slip of a boy stumbling through the streets, glancing over his shoulder as he tries to make his way. Something seems amiss.
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Agata wiggles her eyebrows playfully, ears twitching in a way that Humans' usually don't and flares her fingers out. Small flame coloured sparkles erupt between them in a firework-like effect as she says "Destined is a strong word." Her head quirks to the side as she leans in and gently bumps her shoulder to his. "And anyway, I have plans for that coin. You might even like them."
She pulls back affectionately, only to grimace as she pulls her hands away from the table surface, unsticking them with slight effort. With a flick of a hand, the table in front of everyone is suddenly clean. She waves her hands about airily like she's trying to dry the phantom sensation away and sneers, muttering," Eugh, beer."
A single eyebrow arches as she watches the newcomer approach with Kel. But the others are all being friendly, so Daetris can plaster on a smile with the best of them. She even gives a few fingered wave - see, she’s learning how to be friendly around people.
Settling in and listening to Agata talk some more, Daetris doesn’t hesitate long for an answer. The thought of leaving pleasant company doesn’t sound remotely appealing to her, so she gives them a little shrug. “Wouldn’t mind sticking together a while longer, I s’pose, and seeing where the wind takes us,” she says, leaning back in her chair again. She eyes the newcomer over the top of her pint as she takes a drink. “Is our new friend here going to be joining us, then?”
Ada has been watching the scene unfold before her her... Barak with his incessant ramblings about 'the one' and his star chart. 'I wonder if any of that could be true' she thoughtfully ponders. 'Mystra has been know to give signs in the past but they are often mis-interpreted or mis-read... could this be the case?' She reaches for her ale and finishes off the last bit as Misha enters through the tavern door. "Whoa!" she whispers audibly to herself. 'Now that's a fine specimen of a woman if I have ever seen one!' she thinks to herself with a light smile on her face. She leans back in her chair and soaks in the scene of the tavern bustling about and suddenly nearly coming to a complete halt as this red-haired plate clad beauty enters the scene as if an entertainer has choreographed this.
Wait?! could Barak be right? Could this be the one he had been speaking of? Ada helps a bit by moving a few of the dishes at the table while Barak bustle about making room for our new guest. Ada, almost in a reverent awe, stands as the newcomer is introduced. "I'm Ada Adelane, it's a pleasure to meet you Misha" she says as she is introduced by Agata.
Ada takes her seat again "I'm with Daetris, wouldn't mind sticking together a while longer." she says as she leans back in her chair.
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D&D 5E BEYOND: Ada- Sorceress /Isa- Sorceress / Naris - Oathbreaker Paladin CYBERPUNK RED DISCORD: Isa - Solo 5 / Angel- Solo 5 / Faun- Tech 5 / Raja - Nomad 5 PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress
"I don't know what the hell it means, but you are here. I can't wait to meet you. My name is Barkas, Barkas Reedfellow. We are destined to do something great together." "Hallo Barkas. I am Misha."she beams, nodding to you, or shaking your hand firmly - whichever way a greeting is offered, she returns it. "Bane has foretold thees meeting, therefore, eet shall be so."She looks at you curiously as you speak to yourself.
Her gaze turns to Agata, looking her over and listening to her music. "Well, that's that I suppose. Ah, welcome. Agata Wrattfoot, at your service." "Never before have a seen such an outfeet! Amazing."she says, looking you over curiously. You can clearly tell she is amazed, and at a loss for words.
"I'm Ada Adelane, it's a pleasure to meet you Misha" Misha nods low, her gaze upon you as if meeting a new best friend. "Zeh pleasure ees mine, Ada. I am Misha."
She sits down carefully, listening and observing. "I weel stay. My serveecees and abeeleeties are yours."
Barkas bolts upright, standing up after seeing the boy and then hearing the sound. “We may have need of your services sooner than you imagine. Perhaps now! Something isn’t right here...”. He makes his way quickly to the door and out to the street to find the source of the sound and the boy that he saw, motioning for everyone to come with him.
“Well that sounds go- Oh hell he’s off,” Agata barks, knocks back the rest of her lurid drink and slams the cup to the table, standing in the same motion. She hooks the chair back to the table with her foot and starts hurrying after Barkas, squeezing between a few passing tavern-goers and skirts through the door in a flare of beadwork and an impatient gesture to follow. Trotting after him surprisingly quietly, she arrives at the Dwarfs' side and looks at the lad on the ground. Taking a moment to glance up and down the street, she stoops with a hand held to help him up.
“You alright sunshine? A bit young to be drinking don’t you think?” she asks, trying to put the kid at ease. She studies him, smiling but eyes cataloguing, occasionally flickering to the side or the roofs around them.
Misha gets up and sunders over with Barkas, looking over his shoulder. When they find the young man, she looks at him, ready for anything. She stands there like a bodyguard.
Ada turns her head a bit as if that will help her in drowning out the noise of the tavern "That almost sounded like a small animal being kicked or something." She pushes her chair back and stands up, looking towards the tavern window to see if she can see anything outside. She follows Barkas, Agata, and Misha to the door, "I really hate it when people start bullying small animals." she states as she starts to weave her way through the patrons and to the door. As she closes in on the door she slaps away a wandering hand that seems to have found her backside, "That's not yours and it's not for sale." she says sternly and continues to follow the others.Upon seeing the young man on the ground she quickly runs outside to him as well "Are you OK?" We heard you 'yelp' from inside the tavern.
Outside in the street, you see the slip of the boy who has once again regained his feet. He stumbles toward you. As he gets closer, you can see the elvish heritage in his pale face. His clothes bear marks of a recent scuffle, but he doesn’t look grievously harmed.
“Look!” he cries, plaintively. “Look at what they’ve done to me!”
You see no great wounds or scars, although, you must admit that you’ve never seen a less comely half-elf. There’s just something odd about him, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Suddenly, a cloaked figure hurries toward the boy. The stranger seems to have arranged the hood of their brown robe so as to hide their face. Looking down at the half-elf, who has collapsed to his knees crying audibly, the figure simply says, “This must end.”
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The figure turns to regard Misha, instinctively stepping between the boy and the approaching party in a protective manner. "Who are you?" a feminine voice asks as the cloak's hood falls back, revealing a tall, dark-skinned human woman who carries herself with a regal bearing, but, who like the lad, is quite unattractive...almost painfully so to the point you all have trouble looking her in the face. "And what do you want?"
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Grabbing his glaive from where it rested against support beam next to their table, he follows the others out of the tavern and has no trouble muscling through the crowd. Seeing the owner of the hand that Ada slapped away, Kel 'accidentally' hits the mug of ale in front of the culprit, dumping it in his lap. He continues on, ignoring the sputtering man, confident that the scoundrel was unlikely to follow through with his threats. Seeing the the other head toward a young boy he stops short of them and scans the area, looking for any additional people or threats. Seeing the cloaked figure emerge he steps forward, ready to defend the group, smile gone, snarl in place.
Agata peers at the woman, left hand casually on Barkas’ shoulder. She steps forward, curious and open smile on her face but moves in front of the Dwarf pointedly. Barkas would notice her right hand grips onto the ready-bolted hand crossbow tucked beneath the tails of her coat, finger edging along the release carefully. Her smile doesn’t waver, body language as open as she can one handed, and she glances at the large figure of Misha.
“Just here to see if the lads alright. No funny business, right?” She says carefully, watching the cloaked woman intently - eyes searching. “Concerned citizens and all that.”
The woman, noticing that her cloak hood had fallen, quickly replaces it. "I see," she says, moving to help the boy up. "Few here concern themselves with the safety of others. Suormpar is not known for its benevolence."
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Something in her stance changes, and Agata releases the tight hold on her weapon, smile dropping into a more genuine frown. “Well mores the pity, really. What got your little friend in such a state anyway?” She gestures towards the boy, longer ears twitching like a cats at the rest of the group approaching. She flicks her hands, cleaning any dirt off the kids clothes with a small hum before splitting her attention once more - keeping half an eye out for onlookers.
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Agata Wrattfoot - Changeling Bard/Rogue (Out of the Darkness)
The woman relaxes a bit, seeing the smile and understanding that she may be among allies. She introduces herself as Tiandra, the daughter of a distant cousin of Drasna Bluemantle. She explains that the boy, who is called Accorrid was assaulted by reptilian creatures, and that she herself was attacked about a week ago.
“Fate found me in the Lower Ward, near the Great Foundry, when I was assailed by three creatures of scale and claw. Their intent seemed more to detain than harm, yet I’d have none of it. The largest produced an odd device, resembling nothing so much as a mace with a glass bottle at one end rather than the normal spiked head. I slashed one creature with my blade, but another got a grip on me while the third struck me with the strange item — not the glass end, but its opposite. I felt an odd sensation, as though someone had drawn some vital spark from me, and then all went black
“I awoke not long after, I believe, but my attackers had vanished into the unholy night. Though I felt strange, it wasn’t until I saw my reflection in a window that I knew what they’d done. They’d made me into the unlovely creature you see before you. Their sorcery has cursed me to be foul in all eyes. Even my voice gives no comfort to those who hear it.
“Those serpentine monsters seemed to have no motive in their attack other than to afflict me so. And it wasn’t just me — others, like this lad, have been so struck. I’ll end the assaults if it’s the death of me! And I’ll reward you well for any aid rendered, so should you be inclined.”
Outside in the street, you see the slip of the boy who has once again regained his feet. He stumbles toward you. As he gets closer, you can see the elvish heritage in his pale face. His clothes bear marks of a recent scuffle, but he doesn’t look grievously harmed.
“Look!” he cries, plaintively. “Look at what they’ve done to me!”
You see no great wounds or scars, although, you must admit that you’ve never seen a less comely half-elf. There’s just something odd about him, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Suddenly, a cloaked figure hurries toward the boy. The stranger seems to have arranged the hood of their brown robe so as to hide their face. Looking down at the half-elf, who has collapsed to his knees crying audibly, the figure simply says, “This must end.”
Barkas temporarily ignores the woman and stays focused on the boy. Shielding him from view of her, he asks the boy in a low but audible voice “You said look at what they’ve done to me. Who is the “they” boy, and what is your name? You can tell me, we are here to help you....”
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As Barkas rolls up his map, taking in the scene around him, his eyes are drawn to the tavern's window where bathed in the rising moonlight he sees a thin slip of a boy stumbling through the streets, glancing over his shoulder as he tries to make his way. Something seems amiss.
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Agata wiggles her eyebrows playfully, ears twitching in a way that Humans' usually don't and flares her fingers out. Small flame coloured sparkles erupt between them in a firework-like effect as she says "Destined is a strong word." Her head quirks to the side as she leans in and gently bumps her shoulder to his. "And anyway, I have plans for that coin. You might even like them."
She pulls back affectionately, only to grimace as she pulls her hands away from the table surface, unsticking them with slight effort. With a flick of a hand, the table in front of everyone is suddenly clean. She waves her hands about airily like she's trying to dry the phantom sensation away and sneers, muttering," Eugh, beer."
Agata Wrattfoot - Changeling Bard/Rogue (Out of the Darkness)
A single eyebrow arches as she watches the newcomer approach with Kel. But the others are all being friendly, so Daetris can plaster on a smile with the best of them. She even gives a few fingered wave - see, she’s learning how to be friendly around people.
Settling in and listening to Agata talk some more, Daetris doesn’t hesitate long for an answer. The thought of leaving pleasant company doesn’t sound remotely appealing to her, so she gives them a little shrug. “Wouldn’t mind sticking together a while longer, I s’pose, and seeing where the wind takes us,” she says, leaning back in her chair again. She eyes the newcomer over the top of her pint as she takes a drink. “Is our new friend here going to be joining us, then?”
Ada has been watching the scene unfold before her her... Barak with his incessant ramblings about 'the one' and his star chart. 'I wonder if any of that could be true' she thoughtfully ponders. 'Mystra has been know to give signs in the past but they are often mis-interpreted or mis-read... could this be the case?' She reaches for her ale and finishes off the last bit as Misha enters through the tavern door. "Whoa!" she whispers audibly to herself. 'Now that's a fine specimen of a woman if I have ever seen one!' she thinks to herself with a light smile on her face. She leans back in her chair and soaks in the scene of the tavern bustling about and suddenly nearly coming to a complete halt as this red-haired plate clad beauty enters the scene as if an entertainer has choreographed this.
Wait?! could Barak be right? Could this be the one he had been speaking of? Ada helps a bit by moving a few of the dishes at the table while Barak bustle about making room for our new guest. Ada, almost in a reverent awe, stands as the newcomer is introduced. "I'm Ada Adelane, it's a pleasure to meet you Misha" she says as she is introduced by Agata.
Ada takes her seat again "I'm with Daetris, wouldn't mind sticking together a while longer." she says as she leans back in her chair.
D&D 5E BEYOND: Ada - Sorceress / Isa - Sorceress / Naris - Oathbreaker Paladin
CYBERPUNK RED DISCORD: Isa - Solo 5 / Angel - Solo 5 / Faun - Tech 5 / Raja - Nomad 5
PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress
"I don't know what the hell it means, but you are here. I can't wait to meet you. My name is Barkas, Barkas Reedfellow. We are destined to do something great together."
"Hallo Barkas. I am Misha." she beams, nodding to you, or shaking your hand firmly - whichever way a greeting is offered, she returns it. "Bane has foretold thees meeting, therefore, eet shall be so." She looks at you curiously as you speak to yourself.
Her gaze turns to Agata, looking her over and listening to her music.
"Well, that's that I suppose. Ah, welcome. Agata Wrattfoot, at your service."
"Never before have a seen such an outfeet! Amazing." she says, looking you over curiously. You can clearly tell she is amazed, and at a loss for words.
"I'm Ada Adelane, it's a pleasure to meet you Misha"
Misha nods low, her gaze upon you as if meeting a new best friend. "Zeh pleasure ees mine, Ada. I am Misha."
She sits down carefully, listening and observing. "I weel stay. My serveecees and abeeleeties are yours."
Outside the window, the boy stumbles to the ground, letting out a yelp that is mostly drowned out by the din of the tavern crowd.
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Misha turned her head towards the sound, listening, as if to say, did you guys hear that?
Barkas bolts upright, standing up after seeing the boy and then hearing the sound. “We may have need of your services sooner than you imagine. Perhaps now! Something isn’t right here...”. He makes his way quickly to the door and out to the street to find the source of the sound and the boy that he saw, motioning for everyone to come with him.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
“Well that sounds go- Oh hell he’s off,” Agata barks, knocks back the rest of her lurid drink and slams the cup to the table, standing in the same motion. She hooks the chair back to the table with her foot and starts hurrying after Barkas, squeezing between a few passing tavern-goers and skirts through the door in a flare of beadwork and an impatient gesture to follow. Trotting after him surprisingly quietly, she arrives at the Dwarfs' side and looks at the lad on the ground. Taking a moment to glance up and down the street, she stoops with a hand held to help him up.
“You alright sunshine? A bit young to be drinking don’t you think?” she asks, trying to put the kid at ease. She studies him, smiling but eyes cataloguing, occasionally flickering to the side or the roofs around them.
Agata Wrattfoot - Changeling Bard/Rogue (Out of the Darkness)
Misha gets up and sunders over with Barkas, looking over his shoulder. When they find the young man, she looks at him, ready for anything. She stands there like a bodyguard.
Ada turns her head a bit as if that will help her in drowning out the noise of the tavern "That almost sounded like a small animal being kicked or something." She pushes her chair back and stands up, looking towards the tavern window to see if she can see anything outside. She follows Barkas, Agata, and Misha to the door, "I really hate it when people start bullying small animals." she states as she starts to weave her way through the patrons and to the door. As she closes in on the door she slaps away a wandering hand that seems to have found her backside, "That's not yours and it's not for sale." she says sternly and continues to follow the others. Upon seeing the young man on the ground she quickly runs outside to him as well "Are you OK?" We heard you 'yelp' from inside the tavern.
D&D 5E BEYOND: Ada - Sorceress / Isa - Sorceress / Naris - Oathbreaker Paladin
CYBERPUNK RED DISCORD: Isa - Solo 5 / Angel - Solo 5 / Faun - Tech 5 / Raja - Nomad 5
PATHFINDER 2e DISCORD: Crystal - Sorceress
Outside in the street, you see the slip of the boy who has once again regained his feet. He stumbles toward you. As he gets closer, you can see the elvish heritage in his pale face. His clothes bear marks of a recent scuffle, but he doesn’t look grievously harmed.
“Look!” he cries, plaintively. “Look at what they’ve done to me!”
You see no great wounds or scars, although, you must admit that you’ve never seen a less comely half-elf. There’s just something odd about him, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.
Suddenly, a cloaked figure hurries toward the boy. The stranger seems to have arranged the hood of their brown robe so as to hide their face. Looking down at the half-elf, who has collapsed to his knees crying audibly, the figure simply says, “This must end.”
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"What is the meaning of thees?" Misha demanded, calmly, to the hooded figure. "Do you know thees child?"
The figure turns to regard Misha, instinctively stepping between the boy and the approaching party in a protective manner. "Who are you?" a feminine voice asks as the cloak's hood falls back, revealing a tall, dark-skinned human woman who carries herself with a regal bearing, but, who like the lad, is quite unattractive...almost painfully so to the point you all have trouble looking her in the face. "And what do you want?"
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Grabbing his glaive from where it rested against support beam next to their table, he follows the others out of the tavern and has no trouble muscling through the crowd. Seeing the owner of the hand that Ada slapped away, Kel 'accidentally' hits the mug of ale in front of the culprit, dumping it in his lap. He continues on, ignoring the sputtering man, confident that the scoundrel was unlikely to follow through with his threats. Seeing the the other head toward a young boy he stops short of them and scans the area, looking for any additional people or threats. Seeing the cloaked figure emerge he steps forward, ready to defend the group, smile gone, snarl in place.
Agata peers at the woman, left hand casually on Barkas’ shoulder. She steps forward, curious and open smile on her face but moves in front of the Dwarf pointedly. Barkas would notice her right hand grips onto the ready-bolted hand crossbow tucked beneath the tails of her coat, finger edging along the release carefully. Her smile doesn’t waver, body language as open as she can one handed, and she glances at the large figure of Misha.
“Just here to see if the lads alright. No funny business, right?” She says carefully, watching the cloaked woman intently - eyes searching. “Concerned citizens and all that.”
Agata Wrattfoot - Changeling Bard/Rogue (Out of the Darkness)
The woman, noticing that her cloak hood had fallen, quickly replaces it. "I see," she says, moving to help the boy up. "Few here concern themselves with the safety of others. Suormpar is not known for its benevolence."
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Something in her stance changes, and Agata releases the tight hold on her weapon, smile dropping into a more genuine frown.
“Well mores the pity, really. What got your little friend in such a state anyway?” She gestures towards the boy, longer ears twitching like a cats at the rest of the group approaching. She flicks her hands, cleaning any dirt off the kids clothes with a small hum before splitting her attention once more - keeping half an eye out for onlookers.
Agata Wrattfoot - Changeling Bard/Rogue (Out of the Darkness)
The woman relaxes a bit, seeing the smile and understanding that she may be among allies. She introduces herself as Tiandra, the daughter of a distant cousin of Drasna Bluemantle. She explains that the boy, who is called Accorrid was assaulted by reptilian creatures, and that she herself was attacked about a week ago.
“Fate found me in the Lower Ward, near the Great Foundry, when I was assailed by three creatures of scale and claw. Their intent seemed more to detain than harm, yet I’d have none of it. The largest produced an odd device, resembling nothing so much as a mace with a glass bottle at one end rather than the normal spiked head. I slashed one creature with my blade, but another got a grip on me while the third struck me with the strange item — not the glass end, but its opposite. I felt an odd sensation, as though someone had drawn some vital spark from me, and then all went black
“I awoke not long after, I believe, but my attackers had vanished into the unholy night. Though I felt strange, it wasn’t until I saw my reflection in a window that I knew what they’d done. They’d made me into the unlovely creature you see before you. Their sorcery has cursed me to be foul in all eyes. Even my voice gives no comfort to those who hear it.
“Those serpentine monsters seemed to have no motive in their attack other than to afflict me so. And it wasn’t just me — others, like this lad, have been so struck. I’ll end the assaults if it’s the death of me! And I’ll reward you well for any aid rendered, so should you be inclined.”
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Barkas temporarily ignores the woman and stays focused on the boy. Shielding him from view of her, he asks the boy in a low but audible voice “You said look at what they’ve done to me. Who is the “they” boy, and what is your name? You can tell me, we are here to help you....”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.