Atem invited himself to join Hew on his bed rolls. He sits down beside the goliath, cross-legged, with sudden realization that his bottom was never treated with such princely sitting arrangement before. He raises his eyebrow and looks down at the fur-lined bedroll, letting out a whispered "wow". He stares at the side of Hew's face for a few moments, then starts with a low voice. "So... what's going on with you and your brother? Just out of curiosity."
A large cloudy eye slowly cracks open, glancing at Atem with a veiled air of annoyance. Hew stretches his long limbs quietly, trying to make it clear to Atem that though his bedroll is rather large in order to fit a goliath body, it is not meant for two.
"My brother, Weck? I'm not sure what you mean. He is a well-loved, devout priest of Bastet, and spends most of his time in the temple doing...whatever it is that priests do. Reading, giving alms, collecting...incense and powders. Very important things to keep the temple running smooth as a cat." It's clear that Hew is not very close with his brother, or that he is simply very ignorant regarding organized religious work. "I myself much prefer the company of the stars and a curious, open-minded soul to that of the clergy." Hew's disinterest in speaking with Atem translates to a casual and brusque tone, which quickly switches back into lofty pretense as he talks about himself.
"Mothers are quite proud of him, though. He has made an indelible mark on the spiritual landscape of Ventissa, just like my mothers did for the Cragbind tribe in the mountains many years ago." He looks curiously at Atem, noticing the discomfort in his formal posture. "You don't seem like someone with much family to speak of. Perhaps a long-suffering elder sister, or a bawdy uncle who taught you how to drink so...impressively?"
Atem sits firmly on Hew's bedroll, unmoving and content to ignore the goliath's insinuations. He crosses his long legs and tucked them away, propped his elbow on his knee and puffed out his mouth as he listens to Hew's perfunctory speech.
“That’s not what I meant,” Atem raises one of his silvery eyebrow, “I know how priests work, obviously. What I meant was - why didn’t you want to visit your brother?”
Hearing Hew talk about his mother, something seems to be connecting for Atem and he lets out a dragged out “Ah…” and gives Hew a grin. "I see." He says, "Your brother is your mother’s favourite. Must be hard. To be the one left out.“
He whistles softly, then his grin widens. “Nope. No indulgent older sisters and no grabby uncles who can’t keep their hands to themselves, so you can get those imageries out of your head. Just me and my ma.” He shrugs, “I was… always her favourite. Can’t say that I get your problem. Sorry.”
Hew sputters, his stony cheeks flushing a cold blue in irritation. "Weck is certainly not their favorite, my mothers love me and my siblings all equally. If anything, I'm the favorite, seeing as they allow me to live and work in their guesthouse. And the reason I didn't want to take you to visit my brother at the temple is because of the lascivious undertone of how you asked. 'Familial assistance'? I don't know what you were expecting to receive from the Cragbind family, but I can almost certainly assure you'd be disappointed."
He's quiet for a moment, letting the heat of his anger at the overfamiliar man's nature fade.
"Besides, I have no business in that area of town; I'm not sitting here in the dirt, speaking with a man who continues to make a fool of himself, for nothing, you know. And I wouldn't be caught dead bowing to the customs of some ghastly cat goddess; the stars shine bright onto everything I need to see. And they never tell me what to do." A sullen, broad hand waves over the thin layer of ice Hew had formed on the ground, absentmindedly plucking out a few orbs of water that twinkle for a moment before returning to their normal state. After a minute, Hew turns to make eye contact with the small person seated next to him.
"You say you 'were' your mother's favorite. I'm sorry she passed. That must be very difficult."
Atem shrugs impassively, his long, silky silver hair slipping down his back. It was a lucky guess anyway. ”My bad, didn’t know I was talking to the favourite son of the legendary Cragbinds. Please, don’t mind me. Continue.” He gives Hew a lopsided smile, “Something about me,” He says, “I have pretty low standards - it’d be hard to disappoint me.“
After a relunctant pause, he tilts his head and squints up at the distant sky, wrapping his fingers together. “It was hard, y’know.” He chuckles bitterly, “And I may or may not have done some incredibly stupid things to try and get her back. But this - ” He gestures vaguely, turning back to Hew, “This is my chance to start over. A new beginning. That’s what she would’ve wanted, I think. Plus, I’m really running dry on drinking money.”
Hew lets slip a gravelly chuckle, forming the water into the shape of a glittering, overflowing pint, which promptly bursts and lightly sprays Atem. He stares up into the muggy afternoon sky, contemplating on what Atem had said. 'A new beginning'. What a fascinating notion.
The leather bedroll creaks from years of unuse as Hew turns towards the slight, older man with the strange air about him. His gentle stony voice raises above the din of the town. "And what of you, Brain? You seem quite capable of handling life in the city. Searching for a fresh start out in the Wilds of Yilan, or just leaning into an attraction to danger?"
"I don't want to die a farmer. Family's running things fine without me, so I got myself an edge-icashin and now I'm here... Doing the single stupidist thing I've ever done, with some of the back'erdest people I've ever met... And I wouldn't trade it for a chicken that lays platinum eggs" He then looks at Atem with a subtle wink "... Well maybe you I'd trade, but the rest of ya"
Brain raises his eyebrows at the approaching group. He makes eye contact with the lead dwarf and does an upward nod before returning to shore up his scratchings
Once they're settled at the waiting area, the human man from The Rockbreakers strides over to your assembled group, a wide, welcoming smile on his grey-flecked bearded face.
"Ah," he says, extending his hand, "you must be the competition! I am Cathbad, of the Rockbreakers. Welcome to the arena. I'd wish you good luck, but then, it might put me out of a job."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Eurkan studies the Human who approached the group. What are his intentions? Is he actually just friendly, or is there an ulterior motive here? Insight: 13.
Eurkan studies the Human who approached the group. What are his intentions? Is he actually just friendly, or is there an ulterior motive here? Insight: 15.
He is genuinely friendly, but also distracting you while his companions size you up.
Vexha says “I’m Vexha. So which group is the most likely to win do you suppose?.” She doesn’t shake his hand.
"Why, the Rockbreakers, of course! But then, that's what I would say, isn't it? A pleasure to meet you, Vexha!" He has a firm, welcoming, confident handshake.
Brain loosens the buckle under that pauldron (the one that would hold the chest piece) and adds a little tobacco spit to the scabbard to make it sticky and hard to draw his sword
(still here personally though, and this has nothing to do with the players or DM, I know people are busy, but if I find another game before this picks back up I might drop Brain out. I know it sucks, but I'm already hitting multiple days with no activity on a few campaigns and this is kinda my therapy. So when things slow down I get depressed about the character.
Sorry for adding a wall of text. I just appreciate everyone here and don't want to ghost anyone)
(still here personally though, and this has nothing to do with the players or DM, I know people are busy, but if I find another game before this picks back up I might drop Brain out. I know it sucks, but I'm already hitting multiple days with no activity on a few campaigns and this is kinda my therapy. So when things slow down I get depressed about the character.
Sorry for adding a wall of text. I just appreciate everyone here and don't want to ghost anyone)
Same - hope we can get it rolling. Looks like Bobby is offline for a few days so maybe on vacation or something.
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Atem invited himself to join Hew on his bed rolls. He sits down beside the goliath, cross-legged, with sudden realization that his bottom was never treated with such princely sitting arrangement before. He raises his eyebrow and looks down at the fur-lined bedroll, letting out a whispered "wow". He stares at the side of Hew's face for a few moments, then starts with a low voice. "So... what's going on with you and your brother? Just out of curiosity."
A large cloudy eye slowly cracks open, glancing at Atem with a veiled air of annoyance. Hew stretches his long limbs quietly, trying to make it clear to Atem that though his bedroll is rather large in order to fit a goliath body, it is not meant for two.
"My brother, Weck? I'm not sure what you mean. He is a well-loved, devout priest of Bastet, and spends most of his time in the temple doing...whatever it is that priests do. Reading, giving alms, collecting...incense and powders. Very important things to keep the temple running smooth as a cat." It's clear that Hew is not very close with his brother, or that he is simply very ignorant regarding organized religious work. "I myself much prefer the company of the stars and a curious, open-minded soul to that of the clergy." Hew's disinterest in speaking with Atem translates to a casual and brusque tone, which quickly switches back into lofty pretense as he talks about himself.
"Mothers are quite proud of him, though. He has made an indelible mark on the spiritual landscape of Ventissa, just like my mothers did for the Cragbind tribe in the mountains many years ago." He looks curiously at Atem, noticing the discomfort in his formal posture. "You don't seem like someone with much family to speak of. Perhaps a long-suffering elder sister, or a bawdy uncle who taught you how to drink so...impressively?"
Atem sits firmly on Hew's bedroll, unmoving and content to ignore the goliath's insinuations. He crosses his long legs and tucked them away, propped his elbow on his knee and puffed out his mouth as he listens to Hew's perfunctory speech.
“That’s not what I meant,” Atem raises one of his silvery eyebrow, “I know how priests work, obviously. What I meant was - why didn’t you want to visit your brother?”
Hearing Hew talk about his mother, something seems to be connecting for Atem and he lets out a dragged out “Ah…” and gives Hew a grin. "I see." He says, "Your brother is your mother’s favourite. Must be hard. To be the one left out.“
He whistles softly, then his grin widens. “Nope. No indulgent older sisters and no grabby uncles who can’t keep their hands to themselves, so you can get those imageries out of your head. Just me and my ma.” He shrugs, “I was… always her favourite. Can’t say that I get your problem. Sorry.”
Hew sputters, his stony cheeks flushing a cold blue in irritation. "Weck is certainly not their favorite, my mothers love me and my siblings all equally. If anything, I'm the favorite, seeing as they allow me to live and work in their guesthouse. And the reason I didn't want to take you to visit my brother at the temple is because of the lascivious undertone of how you asked. 'Familial assistance'? I don't know what you were expecting to receive from the Cragbind family, but I can almost certainly assure you'd be disappointed."
He's quiet for a moment, letting the heat of his anger at the overfamiliar man's nature fade.
"Besides, I have no business in that area of town; I'm not sitting here in the dirt, speaking with a man who continues to make a fool of himself, for nothing, you know. And I wouldn't be caught dead bowing to the customs of some ghastly cat goddess; the stars shine bright onto everything I need to see. And they never tell me what to do." A sullen, broad hand waves over the thin layer of ice Hew had formed on the ground, absentmindedly plucking out a few orbs of water that twinkle for a moment before returning to their normal state. After a minute, Hew turns to make eye contact with the small person seated next to him.
"You say you 'were' your mother's favorite. I'm sorry she passed. That must be very difficult."
Atem shrugs impassively, his long, silky silver hair slipping down his back. It was a lucky guess anyway. ”My bad, didn’t know I was talking to the favourite son of the legendary Cragbinds. Please, don’t mind me. Continue.” He gives Hew a lopsided smile, “Something about me,” He says, “I have pretty low standards - it’d be hard to disappoint me.“
After a relunctant pause, he tilts his head and squints up at the distant sky, wrapping his fingers together. “It was hard, y’know.” He chuckles bitterly, “And I may or may not have done some incredibly stupid things to try and get her back. But this - ” He gestures vaguely, turning back to Hew, “This is my chance to start over. A new beginning. That’s what she would’ve wanted, I think. Plus, I’m really running dry on drinking money.”
Hew lets slip a gravelly chuckle, forming the water into the shape of a glittering, overflowing pint, which promptly bursts and lightly sprays Atem. He stares up into the muggy afternoon sky, contemplating on what Atem had said. 'A new beginning'. What a fascinating notion.
The leather bedroll creaks from years of unuse as Hew turns towards the slight, older man with the strange air about him. His gentle stony voice raises above the din of the town. "And what of you, Brain? You seem quite capable of handling life in the city. Searching for a fresh start out in the Wilds of Yilan, or just leaning into an attraction to danger?"
"I don't want to die a farmer. Family's running things fine without me, so I got myself an edge-icashin and now I'm here... Doing the single stupidist thing I've ever done, with some of the back'erdest people I've ever met... And I wouldn't trade it for a chicken that lays platinum eggs" He then looks at Atem with a subtle wink "... Well maybe you I'd trade, but the rest of ya"
The lead dwarf nods back, gruffly.
Once they're settled at the waiting area, the human man from The Rockbreakers strides over to your assembled group, a wide, welcoming smile on his grey-flecked bearded face.
"Ah," he says, extending his hand, "you must be the competition! I am Cathbad, of the Rockbreakers. Welcome to the arena. I'd wish you good luck, but then, it might put me out of a job."
Eurkan studies the Human who approached the group. What are his intentions? Is he actually just friendly, or is there an ulterior motive here?
Insight: 13.
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Vexha says “I’m Vexha. So which group is the most likely to win do you suppose?.” She doesn’t shake his hand.
Brain reaches out and takes the hand pulling the human down "good to meet you".
(Are they in full battle ready gear? If so Brain would like to put a couple "chinks" in the man's armor)
Sleight of hand (SABATOGE!): 23
He is genuinely friendly, but also distracting you while his companions size you up.
"Why, the Rockbreakers, of course! But then, that's what I would say, isn't it? A pleasure to meet you, Vexha!" He has a firm, welcoming, confident handshake.
He is, indeed, in full battle gear. Consult his picture from earlier to describe what elements you would like to sabotage.
Brain loosens the buckle under that pauldron (the one that would hold the chest piece) and adds a little tobacco spit to the scabbard to make it sticky and hard to draw his sword
(Just checking in- hope all are well)
(still here personally though, and this has nothing to do with the players or DM, I know people are busy, but if I find another game before this picks back up I might drop Brain out. I know it sucks, but I'm already hitting multiple days with no activity on a few campaigns and this is kinda my therapy. So when things slow down I get depressed about the character.
Sorry for adding a wall of text. I just appreciate everyone here and don't want to ghost anyone)
Same - hope we can get it rolling. Looks like Bobby is offline for a few days so maybe on vacation or something.