Grinner speaks the truth, although there is a certain undercurrent of barely controlled violence to her stance and mannerisms, her affection for Nine is clear. Passive perception of 12 or higher notices that though the sword is leaning against Nine, one of her talons feet is wrapped around the cross guard.
”Morgan is it? I must apologize. The service of my god has given me a morbid sense of humor. I understand how unhelpful that can be. In all honesty I do not know how long he will be out. Nine learned to do this from someone deep in the Feywild, some Eladrin mystic or madman. Whenever Nine decides he needs guidance , eat some beetle or mushroom or tree bark, and vanish into his own mind.”
She reaches up and ruffles his feathers fondly,
”Whether he truly speaks to some primal forces or just hallucinates is unclear. But he believes in it.”
In a flash the long sword is drawn, spinning across Grinner’s back to slap down upon the table. The edge of the blade is silvered, and the blade seems to hum in anger as Grinner takes her hand away, leaving the weapon quivering on the tabletop.
”You have seen my brother. Faceless Nim. Tell me about it.”
Morgan cringes and seems to shrink back in her seat a bit.
*I...uh...don't actually have much to tell,* she responds with almost a hint of embarrassment. *I was actually outside, helping to batten down the stables for the storm, when he apparently showed up. By the time I came back inside, he'd already come and gone, attacking Nine in the process, which is supposed to be practically impossible to do because of the wards and protections on this place.* She casts her glance about the tavern for a moment before meeting Grinner's gaze again. *The only thing I can actually claim to be a witness of is how shaken up Nine was by the ordeal.*
”Arrived with the storm. What a cliched buffoon he has become. “
Grinner smiles widely. “It’s ok dear. If there was any gap in this places defenses Nim would have found it. You should not fear him too much though, he is a servant to powerful beings but he himself will never be much more than a thug.”
”Arrived with the storm. What a cliched buffoon he has become. “
Grinner smiles widely. “It’s ok dear. If there was any gap in this places defenses Nim would have found it. You should not fear him too much though, he is a servant to powerful beings but he himself will never be much more than a thug.”
OOC: Not sure if what Grinner was saying was telepathic or not, but I'm going to respond as if it wasn't.
I was here. He walked in, threatened Nine, and then teleported out with some kind of thunder spell. He was able to go around the defenses against attacking others by teleporting out with the same spell that did damage. Then he ran through some kind of planar gate.
“It is likely he has returned to skulking about his mistress’ heels again. If he moved through a planar gate, that means he has gained some power, whether learned or borrowed is anyone’s guess.”
A single painted claw strokes the edge of her sword, her tongue licking her small fangs nervously as her mind races.
”Slave he was born and so remains by choice, thinking that the scraps of power from another’s table are worth licking their feet.”
I see... Well, I'm happy to keep an eye out for him. And on Nine, while he remains here. I live here, and I'm not planning on leaving any time soon, so I can watch over him in the immediate future, at least.
Cloud. Pleasure to meet you, Grinner.
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!
Grinner speaks the truth, although there is a certain undercurrent of barely controlled violence to her stance and mannerisms, her affection for Nine is clear. Passive perception of 12 or higher notices that though the sword is leaning against Nine, one of her talons feet is wrapped around the cross guard.
Morgan watches Grinner quietly for a moment before giving her a slow nod of acceptance.
*How long is he likely to be like this?*
“His body usually wakes him up when he is close to dehydration.”
*Usually?*
The skepticism on Morgan's face is almost audible.
Grinner sighs and seems to gather herself,
”Morgan is it? I must apologize. The service of my god has given me a morbid sense of humor. I understand how unhelpful that can be. In all honesty I do not know how long he will be out. Nine learned to do this from someone deep in the Feywild, some Eladrin mystic or madman. Whenever Nine decides he needs guidance , eat some beetle or mushroom or tree bark, and vanish into his own mind.”
She reaches up and ruffles his feathers fondly,
”Whether he truly speaks to some primal forces or just hallucinates is unclear. But he believes in it.”
Morgan nods, though her skepticism and worry aren't completely abated.
*So it's just a matter of waiting and watching for now then...*
”Something like that. Now to pass the time....”
In a flash the long sword is drawn, spinning across Grinner’s back to slap down upon the table. The edge of the blade is silvered, and the blade seems to hum in anger as Grinner takes her hand away, leaving the weapon quivering on the tabletop.
”You have seen my brother. Faceless Nim. Tell me about it.”
Morgan cringes and seems to shrink back in her seat a bit.
*I...uh...don't actually have much to tell,* she responds with almost a hint of embarrassment. *I was actually outside, helping to batten down the stables for the storm, when he apparently showed up. By the time I came back inside, he'd already come and gone, attacking Nine in the process, which is supposed to be practically impossible to do because of the wards and protections on this place.* She casts her glance about the tavern for a moment before meeting Grinner's gaze again. *The only thing I can actually claim to be a witness of is how shaken up Nine was by the ordeal.*
”Arrived with the storm. What a cliched buffoon he has become. “
Grinner smiles widely. “It’s ok dear. If there was any gap in this places defenses Nim would have found it. You should not fear him too much though, he is a servant to powerful beings but he himself will never be much more than a thug.”
”Arrived with the storm. What a cliched buffoon he has become. “
Grinner smiles widely. “It’s ok dear. If there was any gap in this places defenses Nim would have found it. You should not fear him too much though, he is a servant to powerful beings but he himself will never be much more than a thug.”
OOC: Not sure if what Grinner was saying was telepathic or not, but I'm going to respond as if it wasn't.
I was here. He walked in, threatened Nine, and then teleported out with some kind of thunder spell. He was able to go around the defenses against attacking others by teleporting out with the same spell that did damage. Then he ran through some kind of planar gate.
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!
Morgan's side of the conversation was telepathic, but as far as I can tell Grinner's was not.
Grinner taps her chin thoughtfully.
“It is likely he has returned to skulking about his mistress’ heels again. If he moved through a planar gate, that means he has gained some power, whether learned or borrowed is anyone’s guess.”
A single painted claw strokes the edge of her sword, her tongue licking her small fangs nervously as her mind races.
”Slave he was born and so remains by choice, thinking that the scraps of power from another’s table are worth licking their feet.”
Archibald yawns and stretches, then gathers up his little book and heads back upstairs to his room.
Going AFK for undetermined amount of time.
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Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread (PbP); Secrets of the Island (On Discord); Lost Mine of Phendelver (tabletop)
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Krik-tul, Thri-kreen monk; Mme Cragmaw, Goblin Artificer; River Kuthraeann, Wood Elf Paladin
I see... Well, I'm happy to keep an eye out for him. And on Nine, while he remains here. I live here, and I'm not planning on leaving any time soon, so I can watch over him in the immediate future, at least.
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!
OOC: So.....is anyone gonna post anything?
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!
OOC: sorry had some grief in the family. I check in but haven’t had a lot of energy for RP.
OOC: Ah. Totally understandable.
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!
Grigor springs from his chair in front of his tent.
So, does anybody have interesting tales of past adventures long past?
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1