Liraes laughs. "If it's just shiny things you're after, may I recommend an alternative?" He lowers the hand Stitch is dangling from and tilts it so that he can remove his other hand from his wrist without the glove coming off, then tugs a small piece of white stone from his bag and passes his thumb over it, murmuring a soft Elvish word under his breath. Tiny silver sparkles appear on the surface of the stone, glowing faintly and growing until the stone is a sparkling patchwork of silver and white. Liraes offers the stone to Stitch. "Perhaps this will do instead?"
Stitch quickly stashes his collection of “valuable” shiny object in their pouch and claps happily at the sight of the faintly glowing, sparkly silver rock. He hopes it stays that way forever. He gives the elf a quick hug on the arm and scampers off back towards Drego. Brandishing his shiny new rock so his friend can see it points at Liraes and indicates them as a new friend with an excitable, “I am Stitch!”
Pieste Mor opens one eye when Stitch shows off the new rock and uses Prestidigitation to create a chorus of gasps as the goblin reveals it.
After everyone has truly oohed and ahhed over it, the dragon adds "...gifts from elves are rare and mysterious things... they should always be accepted graciously... and treated cautiously..." Wisdom shared, Pieste Mor closes their eye and returns to their nap.
Drego has been watching the exchange from across the room, hand resting on his unholstered crossbow, ready to spring into action should Stitch find himself in trouble. As the little gobbo comes scrambling back to their table, the ranger relaxes just a little and gives the elf a slight nod of appreciation.
'Stitch, we talked about taking things from other people right? Especially taking things right off their hands.... that's just not smart'
Robin smiles at the little goblins antics, especially as it seemed there was no hard feelings. With a yawn she smiles towards the elfs. "I am for bed, likely see if a bath can be had as well, then I'm turning in for the night." She gives the elfs a nod of farewell. "If I don't see you before we leave tomorrow, then until we meet again." She then walks over to the innkeep to see about a bath and a bed.
Jax smokes his pipe for a bit, quietly blowing smoke rings that turn into more than smoke rings again. Solitary figures, crowds running, battles. He furrows his brow at them, and stays up late, either in thee common room or in his own room.
Stitch points to the shiny gloves as if to say, “but look how shiny they are. How could you not want to touch them.” Then seeing the stern look on Drego’s face nods somberly and hangs his head in shame.
Everyone eventually drifts off to bed, or the common room if you're Case, and goes to sleep.
Everyone can LR.
Jax:
When Jax is trancing, his usual trance (whatever that is) is suddenly interrupted by a confusing blur of sensations.
He sees blades and blood flying, the tangled chaos of a massive battlefield. His Mark burns at his back, and winged shadows swoop overhead, their precise outlines unclear.
He hears shouts of fury and fear in Elvish, cries of pain, calls for help, furious shouts, threatening yells.
He feels blurs of pain from past wounds as weapons of all manner slice into him, the legacy of dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of fights.
The images dissolve into silver blurs, which slowly coalesces into a single image, a silver skull mask, which glows ominously in your mind's eye.
The next morning, you all wake up from a restful (or...not) night of sleep and head down for breakfast. Ten people appears to be a lot for the barkeep, and Liraes helps him carry the breakfast dishes out.
OOC: Can everyone please post, both placing your character's location in the scene and what they are doing?
Case cleaned and oiled himself last night so this morning there isn’t much maintenance to do. For the group, he is his usual quiet self. His small flying construct sits on a rafter above with a good view of the room while Case himself moves up to the bar and sits, places his back against the bar and faces the room. There’s almost a frown on his face as he faces the room scanning left to right, as if trying to solve a puzzle. Occasionally he glances down at his hands.
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What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer? Class.
Pieste Mor shared a room with Jax, as likely sleeping perched atop the bed board as curled up under the bed with their snout sticking out. If/when the dragon heard/sensed Jax's troubled state they move to them slowly and gently, wrapping themselves around his neck and upon his shoulder in their usual position and would hum and sing soft melodies, smoke figures gently rising from the dragons nostrils and dancing a soothing pattern around his friends head. He knew little of the troubles his friend suffered, but he's often done what he can to try to soothe him gently through them...
In the morning the dragon would be atop Jax's backpack, napping due to sleep lost overnight. But still, napping was a common enough state anyway. The dragon stirs long enough to grab foodstuffs, half being shoved into the backpack for later, the other half gobbled and enjoyed immediately, before another nap...
Drego wakes early, checking to see if Stitch is still asleep in the bundle on the other end of the bed. Shaking the gobbo awake, the ranger pulls on his armor, straps on his blades and pulls his hand crossbow out from the edge of the bed where it lay in waiting all night. Suitably attired for the common room, the ranger makes his way down to check in on Case and get an update on any movements or strange occurrences from the evening.
As he settles in next to the glistening construct he signals to the barkeep for whatever passes for breakfast and a mug of hot tea.
Jax shows up at breakfast a bit bleary-eyed. "Those beds are not comfortable. Too soft. Slept terribly." He absentmindedly pats at PM on his shoulder. "I hope we can be on the road quickly and press on our journey, the sooner to see to the mask that we were given. How much longer will it take us, again?"He sits down at the bar next to Case and Drego and orders, for him, what seems to be a small meal. Facing the bartender and staring down at the bar, or perhaps through it. He absentmindedly scratches at the middle of his back, tattoos and scars rippling along his forearms, and softly rumbles to himself.
Stitch rolls over after Drego shakes him awake and attempts to go back to sleep. That is until he hears his friend donning their gear and hears them mention ‘breakfast’. He quickly checks through all his possessions to make sure everything is as it should be and gives Squeakers a few scritches, before scurrying after his companion.
As Drego makes it to the stairs heading down to the common room, Stitch clambers on to his back and observes the room from this elevated position. He his most curious as to why Liraes is helping with the serving of food. Hopeful he can get another shiny rock, he makes his way over and offers what help he can.
Robin strolls down a bit later than the others. Her red hair is braided tight, in a long tail down her back. She looks well-rested and like she spent a few hours in a hot bath the night before. She strolls over, her half-plate armor jangling a bit, and takes a seat next to the others. "Beautiful day isn't it?" She asks a bit too-perky from the good night's sleep in a bed.
Liraes hands Stitch a few plates to put out while he lays out silverware, and breakfast passes quickly. The elves head upstairs to finish packing their own things, and you all gather and start to head outside of the tavern to begin your journey.
Can I please have a Con ST from everybody but Case (unless Case ate breakfast, in which case he needs to make one too, but he gets adv).
Liraes laughs. "If it's just shiny things you're after, may I recommend an alternative?" He lowers the hand Stitch is dangling from and tilts it so that he can remove his other hand from his wrist without the glove coming off, then tugs a small piece of white stone from his bag and passes his thumb over it, murmuring a soft Elvish word under his breath. Tiny silver sparkles appear on the surface of the stone, glowing faintly and growing until the stone is a sparkling patchwork of silver and white. Liraes offers the stone to Stitch. "Perhaps this will do instead?"
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Stitch quickly stashes his collection of “valuable” shiny object in their pouch and claps happily at the sight of the faintly glowing, sparkly silver rock. He hopes it stays that way forever. He gives the elf a quick hug on the arm and scampers off back towards Drego. Brandishing his shiny new rock so his friend can see it points at Liraes and indicates them as a new friend with an excitable, “I am Stitch!”
Pieste Mor opens one eye when Stitch shows off the new rock and uses Prestidigitation to create a chorus of gasps as the goblin reveals it.
After everyone has truly oohed and ahhed over it, the dragon adds "...gifts from elves are rare and mysterious things... they should always be accepted graciously... and treated cautiously..." Wisdom shared, Pieste Mor closes their eye and returns to their nap.
Drego has been watching the exchange from across the room, hand resting on his unholstered crossbow, ready to spring into action should Stitch find himself in trouble. As the little gobbo comes scrambling back to their table, the ranger relaxes just a little and gives the elf a slight nod of appreciation.
'Stitch, we talked about taking things from other people right? Especially taking things right off their hands.... that's just not smart'
Robin smiles at the little goblins antics, especially as it seemed there was no hard feelings. With a yawn she smiles towards the elfs. "I am for bed, likely see if a bath can be had as well, then I'm turning in for the night." She gives the elfs a nod of farewell. "If I don't see you before we leave tomorrow, then until we meet again." She then walks over to the innkeep to see about a bath and a bed.
Jax smokes his pipe for a bit, quietly blowing smoke rings that turn into more than smoke rings again. Solitary figures, crowds running, battles. He furrows his brow at them, and stays up late, either in thee common room or in his own room.
Stitch points to the shiny gloves as if to say, “but look how shiny they are. How could you not want to touch them.” Then seeing the stern look on Drego’s face nods somberly and hangs his head in shame.
Everyone eventually drifts off to bed, or the common room if you're Case, and goes to sleep.
Everyone can LR.
Jax:
When Jax is trancing, his usual trance (whatever that is) is suddenly interrupted by a confusing blur of sensations.
He sees blades and blood flying, the tangled chaos of a massive battlefield. His Mark burns at his back, and winged shadows swoop overhead, their precise outlines unclear.
He hears shouts of fury and fear in Elvish, cries of pain, calls for help, furious shouts, threatening yells.
He feels blurs of pain from past wounds as weapons of all manner slice into him, the legacy of dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of fights.
The images dissolve into silver blurs, which slowly coalesces into a single image, a silver skull mask, which glows ominously in your mind's eye.
The next morning, you all wake up from a restful (or...not) night of sleep and head down for breakfast. Ten people appears to be a lot for the barkeep, and Liraes helps him carry the breakfast dishes out.
OOC: Can everyone please post, both placing your character's location in the scene and what they are doing?
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Case cleaned and oiled himself last night so this morning there isn’t much maintenance to do. For the group, he is his usual quiet self. His small flying construct sits on a rafter above with a good view of the room while Case himself moves up to the bar and sits, places his back against the bar and faces the room. There’s almost a frown on his face as he faces the room scanning left to right, as if trying to solve a puzzle. Occasionally he glances down at his hands.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Pieste Mor shared a room with Jax, as likely sleeping perched atop the bed board as curled up under the bed with their snout sticking out. If/when the dragon heard/sensed Jax's troubled state they move to them slowly and gently, wrapping themselves around his neck and upon his shoulder in their usual position and would hum and sing soft melodies, smoke figures gently rising from the dragons nostrils and dancing a soothing pattern around his friends head. He knew little of the troubles his friend suffered, but he's often done what he can to try to soothe him gently through them...
In the morning the dragon would be atop Jax's backpack, napping due to sleep lost overnight. But still, napping was a common enough state anyway. The dragon stirs long enough to grab foodstuffs, half being shoved into the backpack for later, the other half gobbled and enjoyed immediately, before another nap...
Drego wakes early, checking to see if Stitch is still asleep in the bundle on the other end of the bed. Shaking the gobbo awake, the ranger pulls on his armor, straps on his blades and pulls his hand crossbow out from the edge of the bed where it lay in waiting all night. Suitably attired for the common room, the ranger makes his way down to check in on Case and get an update on any movements or strange occurrences from the evening.
As he settles in next to the glistening construct he signals to the barkeep for whatever passes for breakfast and a mug of hot tea.
Jax shows up at breakfast a bit bleary-eyed. "Those beds are not comfortable. Too soft. Slept terribly." He absentmindedly pats at PM on his shoulder. "I hope we can be on the road quickly and press on our journey, the sooner to see to the mask that we were given. How much longer will it take us, again?" He sits down at the bar next to Case and Drego and orders, for him, what seems to be a small meal. Facing the bartender and staring down at the bar, or perhaps through it. He absentmindedly scratches at the middle of his back, tattoos and scars rippling along his forearms, and softly rumbles to himself.
Stitch rolls over after Drego shakes him awake and attempts to go back to sleep. That is until he hears his friend donning their gear and hears them mention ‘breakfast’. He quickly checks through all his possessions to make sure everything is as it should be and gives Squeakers a few scritches, before scurrying after his companion.
As Drego makes it to the stairs heading down to the common room, Stitch clambers on to his back and observes the room from this elevated position. He his most curious as to why Liraes is helping with the serving of food. Hopeful he can get another shiny rock, he makes his way over and offers what help he can.
Robin strolls down a bit later than the others. Her red hair is braided tight, in a long tail down her back. She looks well-rested and like she spent a few hours in a hot bath the night before. She strolls over, her half-plate armor jangling a bit, and takes a seat next to the others. "Beautiful day isn't it?" She asks a bit too-perky from the good night's sleep in a bed.
Liraes hands Stitch a few plates to put out while he lays out silverware, and breakfast passes quickly. The elves head upstairs to finish packing their own things, and you all gather and start to head outside of the tavern to begin your journey.
Can I please have a Con ST from everybody but Case (unless Case ate breakfast, in which case he needs to make one too, but he gets adv).
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
CON: 14
Con 18
OOC: Whew. I hope
Con Save? 13 --Dragons are used to eating everything?!?
But it doesn't seem to have helped :(
Robin con save: 19
Stitch roll: 22
As you all step outside of the tavern and start to regather, Robin and PM abruptly drop to the ground, unconscious.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!