Seeing Vexha pulling out a ration, Eurkan almost facepalms, though he maintains control over himself and avoids the gesture. He forgot he had rations as well. They were probably buried somewhere deep in his pack, yet they were there, he was sure. He had no need for the apple then, so he just makes a gesture of looking through his pockets for coins. "Oh, that's unfortunate," he says eventually, after not finding any coins, as expected. "I don't have any coin on me. Not this time then. Sorry for bothering you." He says and backs away from the stand, frustrated of his inability to provide help when it was needed.
Vexha gives the beggar a days worth of rations, if he takes them. Then she asks him
“ I am new in town- I once read that halflings often know much what is going on around them due to their small size and excellent ability to be places... umm....Anyplace they want - I am curious if you have heard anything about the rules for this contest everyone in town is buzzing about?”
"Ten apples for a silver?!" Brunhelga asks in disbelief. "Are these magic apples?" she continues, lacing her words with sarcasm. "Perhaps if I bury one, a tree full of gold will sprout."
OOC: That price seems really high, but let me know if these are prices Brunhelga knows are common here. If so, forget what I just wrote. :)
Vexha looks with a sympathetic gaze on the beggar, (but doesn’t have a copper to her name at the moment). She offers the halfling some rations from her pack instead. “If you are hungry, I have food I can share. I have spent my coin on equipment and food for a long journey.”
The beggar meekly accepts your gift, and seems about to cry. More in the next post.
Vexha gives the beggar a days worth of rations, if he takes them. Then she asks him
“ I am new in town- I once read that halflings often know much what is going on around them due to their small size and excellent ability to be places... umm....Anyplace they want - I am curious if you have heard anything about the rules for this contest everyone in town is buzzing about?”
"Thank you, ma'am," the beggar sniffles. "I am unworthy of your kindness. I am sorry to say that I know nothing about any contest. But perhaps I could find out for you discreetly, if you have coin or more food to offer. I have a child to feed, you see."
"Ten apples for a silver?!" Brunhelga asks in disbelief. "Are these magic apples?" she continues, lacing her words with sarcasm. "Perhaps if I bury one, a tree full of gold will sprout."
OOC: That price seems really high, but let me know if these are prices Brunhelga knows are common here. If so, forget what I just wrote. :)
OOC: These prices are way too high. You don't even need to roll Insight to tell that he was inflating the price to try and scare you off so you mind your own business. Very passive aggressive.
IC: "Well, ahem," the merchant clears his throat. "See here, lady dwarf. I charge what the market will bear, and what with the contest and all the adventurers in town, I figure the market can bear quite a lot. You don't want to part with a silver for 10 apples? Fine. Move along, then."
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"Come on Brawn, this idjit wants to gouge prices and discriminate that's fine, we got a contest to win and our own to take care of" he tries to usher the beggar along (and tries to swipe an apple)
Vexha gives the beggar a days worth of rations, if he takes them. Then she asks him
“ I am new in town- I once read that halflings often know much what is going on around them due to their small size and excellent ability to be places... umm....Anyplace they want - I am curious if you have heard anything about the rules for this contest everyone in town is buzzing about?”
"Thank you, ma'am," the beggar sniffles. "I am unworthy of your kindness. I am sorry to say that I know nothing about any contest. But perhaps I could find out for you discreetly, if you have coin or more food to offer. I have a child to feed, you see."
Vexha smiles and replies- “I’ll give you two full day’s rations if you can find out accurate information on the rules for the contest in time for us to use the information- how quickly can you get it?- and- here’s more- If we later win the contest with any help you provide, I’ll personally pay you 10 gold as soon as I have the funds”.
Brunhelga looks ready to punch the merchant when Brain's words catch her ear. She lowers her slowly rising fist and sneers. "You're not worth the bruise you'd leave on my knuckles." She turns around and yells into the crowd, "This merchant is a cheat and a swindler! I suggest you spend your gold elsewhere!" Looking back over her shoulder, she gives the merchant a grin before turning and following the others further along the road.
Meanwhile, Fondak continues walking towards where they could sign up for the tournament. Thinking that they must have information for the registrants there.
"Come on Brawn, this idjit wants to gouge prices and discriminate that's fine, we got a contest to win and our own to take care of" he tries to usher the beggar along (and tries to swipe an apple)
Slight of hand: 16
You easily swipe an apple or two without the merchant's notice.
Vexha gives the beggar a days worth of rations, if he takes them. Then she asks him
“ I am new in town- I once read that halflings often know much what is going on around them due to their small size and excellent ability to be places... umm....Anyplace they want - I am curious if you have heard anything about the rules for this contest everyone in town is buzzing about?”
"Thank you, ma'am," the beggar sniffles. "I am unworthy of your kindness. I am sorry to say that I know nothing about any contest. But perhaps I could find out for you discreetly, if you have coin or more food to offer. I have a child to feed, you see."
Vexha smiles and replies- “I’ll give you two full day’s rations if you can find out accurate information on the rules for the contest in time for us to use the information- how quickly can you get it?- and- here’s more- If we later win the contest with any help you provide, I’ll personally pay you 10 gold as soon as I have the funds”.
"Oh thank you, thank you, mistress. I am Finn Strongale at your service. I will set myself to this task forthwith. Where can I find you?"
Vexha says ”I will meet you at the main entrance of the arena prior to the event starting. Thank you! Finn Strongale. Any information you can find to help us win is useful.”
Atem crossed his arms and squinted under the sun, leaning against the side and letting his companions haggle with the fruit vendor. A group of adventurers came by under the bright sun, bright yellow decorating their armor making Atem's inebriated head hurt even more. "Hey handsome," he shouted out loud, nodding toward the lead blonde warrior. He accompanied the greeting with a wink, "going for the tournament?"
Never one to be out done in public displays of generosity, Hew plucks a ring from his pinky finger and bends at the waist to hand it to the halfling man. The signet ring is made of slate grey stone, and is impressed with the image of a broken boulder, cleaved in two, held together by straining rope and surrounded by twinkling stars."If you run into any trouble Mr. Strongale, simply show them this ring. I am deputizing you as house swain of the Cragbind manor. Seeing as we are the only Goliath noble house in Ventissa, you should find some doors opened and petty misdemeanors swept away, if need be. If anyone inquires as to why you are looking around the arena, simply inform them that Priest Weck Cragbind wanted to ensure no foul play was being plotted against his beloved and celebrated brother, Hew. That's me, you see. I wouldn't be surprised if dear Weck had already sent an agent to sweep the arena for conspiracy, but it won't hurt to have you go as well."
Hew slips the enormous ring on the tiny man's hand like a bracelet. He looks over the man's raggedy clothes, unsure if his claim of a starving child is true, but unwilling to press the poor man on it. Hew feels a rush of pity for him, and is already speaking again before he can think if it is wise. "And if you need a place to stay, I'm sure the temple of Bast would shelter you and your child for as long as you need. I would love if you could return the ring when you provide us any intel later this afternoon, but if you would like to keep it, I'm sure it would fetch you a few silver on the shadier corners of town. I can always ask mother to forge another for me."
Alarmed by this egregious and impulsive display of affection for a dirty street man, Hew glances around quickly to ensure no one in nice clothing saw them touch. Noticing Atem approach the oncoming party of well-equipped adventurers, Hew takes a step to catch up with the silver haired man. Not a bad idea, to try to get to know more about them; one of the first teachings of the mountainfolk: 'know well the creatures lurking in the dark'.
Hew sets his complacent gaze on the dark-skinned woman, taking in her elegantly effortless clothing and light as air stride. He smiles pleasantly, before addressing her in response to Atem's pick up line. "I should hope not, Atem. This one looks like a fearsome adversary. I know a soul who has spent years of breath and bread to unlock the gates to enlightenment when I see one; I have spent much time in self-contemplation myself. The stars reflect in the surface of the Semma, and all the worldly noise fades away, leaving blazing images of the truth behind my eyelids in the dark. Pray, madam, it is obvious you know much of the world and the spirit; what realm of wisdom do you inhabit?"
Vexha says ”I will meet you at the main entrance of the arena prior to the event starting. Thank you! Finn Strongale. Any information you can find to help us win is useful.”
"Oh thank you, thank you, kind lady," Finn says. "I will meet you there just before the contest begins." He scampers off just after interacting with Hew (see below).
Atem crossed his arms and squinted under the sun, leaning against the side and letting his companions haggle with the fruit vendor. A group of adventurers came by under the bright sun, bright yellow decorating their armor making Atem's inebriated head hurt even more. "Hey handsome," he shouted out loud, nodding toward the lead blonde warrior. He accompanied the greeting with a wink, "going for the tournament?"
The husky blonde warrior turns on his glamorously-booted left hell and catches Atem's eye. He winks back. "Aye, lad. You look to be well-heeled for that contest yourself. Mayhaps you'd like to join our squad? I'm Gunnar, and this is my team."
Never one to be out done in public displays of generosity, Hew plucks a ring from his pinky finger and bends at the waist to hand it to the halfling man. The signet ring is made of slate grey stone, and is impressed with the image of a broken boulder, cleaved in two, held together by straining rope and surrounded by twinkling stars."If you run into any trouble Mr. Strongale, simply show them this ring. I am deputizing you as house swain of the Cragbind manor. Seeing as we are the only Goliath noble house in Ventissa, you should find some doors opened and petty misdemeanors swept away, if need be. If anyone inquires as to why you are looking around the arena, simply inform them that Priest Weck Cragbind wanted to ensure no foul play was being plotted against his beloved and celebrated brother, Hew. That's me, you see. I wouldn't be surprised if dear Weck had already sent an agent to sweep the arena for conspiracy, but it won't hurt to have you go as well."
Hew slips the enormous ring on the tiny man's hand like a bracelet. He looks over the man's raggedy clothes, unsure if his claim of a starving child is true, but unwilling to press the poor man on it. Hew feels a rush of pity for him, and is already speaking again before he can think if it is wise. "And if you need a place to stay, I'm sure the temple of Bast would shelter you and your child for as long as you need. I would love if you could return the ring when you provide us any intel later this afternoon, but if you would like to keep it, I'm sure it would fetch you a few silver on the shadier corners of town. I can always ask mother to forge another for me."
Finn smiles widely, disbelieving, tears in his eyes. "Oh, thank you, my lord. I... I... no man has ever been so generous to me."
He kisses your hand profusely. "Oh, you won't regret this, good sir." He displays the ring proudly. "Finn Strongale, swain of Cragbind. That has a nice ring to it."
With that, he scampers off after a deep bow, presumably to set himself about the tasks you have all set him to.
Alarmed by this egregious and impulsive display of affection for a dirty street man, Hew glances around quickly to ensure no one in nice clothing saw them touch. Noticing Atem approach the oncoming party of well-equipped adventurers, Hew takes a step to catch up with the silver haired man. Not a bad idea, to try to get to know more about them; one of the first teachings of the mountainfolk: 'know well the creatures lurking in the dark'.
Hew sets his complacent gaze on the dark-skinned woman, taking in her elegantly effortless clothing and light as air stride. He smiles pleasantly, before addressing her in response to Atem's pick up line. "I should hope not, Atem. This one looks like a fearsome adversary. I know a soul who has spent years of breath and bread to unlock the gates to enlightenment when I see one; I have spent much time in self-contemplation myself. The stars reflect in the surface of the Semma, and all the worldly noise fades away, leaving blazing images of the truth behind my eyelids in the dark. Pray, madam, it is obvious you know much of the world and the spirit; what realm of wisdom do you inhabit?"
The woman appraises Hew in a matter-of-fact manner, taking in his movement and body language with the eye of one practiced in sizing up potential enemies. She seems eager to speak, but doesn't. Instead, she bows in greeting, stopping beside the big blonde man, Gunnar, and waiting to see how he reacts to the situation.
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Seeing Vexha pulling out a ration, Eurkan almost facepalms, though he maintains control over himself and avoids the gesture. He forgot he had rations as well. They were probably buried somewhere deep in his pack, yet they were there, he was sure. He had no need for the apple then, so he just makes a gesture of looking through his pockets for coins. "Oh, that's unfortunate," he says eventually, after not finding any coins, as expected. "I don't have any coin on me. Not this time then. Sorry for bothering you." He says and backs away from the stand, frustrated of his inability to provide help when it was needed.
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Vexha gives the beggar a days worth of rations, if he takes them. Then she asks him
“ I am new in town- I once read that halflings often know much what is going on around them due to their small size and excellent ability to be places... umm....Anyplace they want - I am curious if you have heard anything about the rules for this contest everyone in town is buzzing about?”
"Ten apples for a silver?!" Brunhelga asks in disbelief. "Are these magic apples?" she continues, lacing her words with sarcasm. "Perhaps if I bury one, a tree full of gold will sprout."
OOC: That price seems really high, but let me know if these are prices Brunhelga knows are common here. If so, forget what I just wrote. :)
The beggar meekly accepts your gift, and seems about to cry. More in the next post.
"Thank you, ma'am," the beggar sniffles. "I am unworthy of your kindness. I am sorry to say that I know nothing about any contest. But perhaps I could find out for you discreetly, if you have coin or more food to offer. I have a child to feed, you see."
OOC: These prices are way too high. You don't even need to roll Insight to tell that he was inflating the price to try and scare you off so you mind your own business. Very passive aggressive.
IC: "Well, ahem," the merchant clears his throat. "See here, lady dwarf. I charge what the market will bear, and what with the contest and all the adventurers in town, I figure the market can bear quite a lot. You don't want to part with a silver for 10 apples? Fine. Move along, then."
"Come on Brawn, this idjit wants to gouge prices and discriminate that's fine, we got a contest to win and our own to take care of" he tries to usher the beggar along (and tries to swipe an apple)
Slight of hand: 27
Vexha smiles and replies- “I’ll give you two full day’s rations if you can find out accurate information on the rules for the contest in time for us to use the information- how quickly can you get it?- and- here’s more- If we later win the contest with any help you provide, I’ll personally pay you 10 gold as soon as I have the funds”.
Brunhelga looks ready to punch the merchant when Brain's words catch her ear. She lowers her slowly rising fist and sneers. "You're not worth the bruise you'd leave on my knuckles." She turns around and yells into the crowd, "This merchant is a cheat and a swindler! I suggest you spend your gold elsewhere!" Looking back over her shoulder, she gives the merchant a grin before turning and following the others further along the road.
Meanwhile, Fondak continues walking towards where they could sign up for the tournament. Thinking that they must have information for the registrants there.
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You easily swipe an apple or two without the merchant's notice.
"Oh thank you, thank you, mistress. I am Finn Strongale at your service. I will set myself to this task forthwith. Where can I find you?"
Vexha says ”I will meet you at the main entrance of the arena prior to the event starting. Thank you! Finn Strongale. Any information you can find to help us win is useful.”
Atem crossed his arms and squinted under the sun, leaning against the side and letting his companions haggle with the fruit vendor. A group of adventurers came by under the bright sun, bright yellow decorating their armor making Atem's inebriated head hurt even more. "Hey handsome," he shouted out loud, nodding toward the lead blonde warrior. He accompanied the greeting with a wink, "going for the tournament?"
Never one to be out done in public displays of generosity, Hew plucks a ring from his pinky finger and bends at the waist to hand it to the halfling man. The signet ring is made of slate grey stone, and is impressed with the image of a broken boulder, cleaved in two, held together by straining rope and surrounded by twinkling stars. "If you run into any trouble Mr. Strongale, simply show them this ring. I am deputizing you as house swain of the Cragbind manor. Seeing as we are the only Goliath noble house in Ventissa, you should find some doors opened and petty misdemeanors swept away, if need be. If anyone inquires as to why you are looking around the arena, simply inform them that Priest Weck Cragbind wanted to ensure no foul play was being plotted against his beloved and celebrated brother, Hew. That's me, you see. I wouldn't be surprised if dear Weck had already sent an agent to sweep the arena for conspiracy, but it won't hurt to have you go as well."
Hew slips the enormous ring on the tiny man's hand like a bracelet. He looks over the man's raggedy clothes, unsure if his claim of a starving child is true, but unwilling to press the poor man on it. Hew feels a rush of pity for him, and is already speaking again before he can think if it is wise. "And if you need a place to stay, I'm sure the temple of Bast would shelter you and your child for as long as you need. I would love if you could return the ring when you provide us any intel later this afternoon, but if you would like to keep it, I'm sure it would fetch you a few silver on the shadier corners of town. I can always ask mother to forge another for me."
Alarmed by this egregious and impulsive display of affection for a dirty street man, Hew glances around quickly to ensure no one in nice clothing saw them touch. Noticing Atem approach the oncoming party of well-equipped adventurers, Hew takes a step to catch up with the silver haired man. Not a bad idea, to try to get to know more about them; one of the first teachings of the mountainfolk: 'know well the creatures lurking in the dark'.
Hew sets his complacent gaze on the dark-skinned woman, taking in her elegantly effortless clothing and light as air stride. He smiles pleasantly, before addressing her in response to Atem's pick up line. "I should hope not, Atem. This one looks like a fearsome adversary. I know a soul who has spent years of breath and bread to unlock the gates to enlightenment when I see one; I have spent much time in self-contemplation myself. The stars reflect in the surface of the Semma, and all the worldly noise fades away, leaving blazing images of the truth behind my eyelids in the dark. Pray, madam, it is obvious you know much of the world and the spirit; what realm of wisdom do you inhabit?"
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"Oh thank you, thank you, kind lady," Finn says. "I will meet you there just before the contest begins." He scampers off just after interacting with Hew (see below).
The husky blonde warrior turns on his glamorously-booted left hell and catches Atem's eye. He winks back. "Aye, lad. You look to be well-heeled for that contest yourself. Mayhaps you'd like to join our squad? I'm Gunnar, and this is my team."
Finn smiles widely, disbelieving, tears in his eyes. "Oh, thank you, my lord. I... I... no man has ever been so generous to me."
He kisses your hand profusely. "Oh, you won't regret this, good sir." He displays the ring proudly. "Finn Strongale, swain of Cragbind. That has a nice ring to it."
With that, he scampers off after a deep bow, presumably to set himself about the tasks you have all set him to.
The woman appraises Hew in a matter-of-fact manner, taking in his movement and body language with the eye of one practiced in sizing up potential enemies. She seems eager to speak, but doesn't. Instead, she bows in greeting, stopping beside the big blonde man, Gunnar, and waiting to see how he reacts to the situation.