Morgan is curious about the text he's reading, but will restrain herself from bothering him for a while. For now, she'll just people-watch, since there are PLENTY of interesting people to see here.
May you excuse me for a second? she grabs her book and walks towards Morgan. I'm sorry about earlier. I would like to apologize for earlier. But I noticed that you were reading a book. If you mind I was wondering if you prof read mine... I would really appreciate it. I'll leave it here for you. She places her book down at Morgans table. The book is leather bound and rugged. The text is all inscribed with a dark green ink.
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Well.... it's more like I was a scribe. It's a collection of all of the stories that my father told me when I was young. Well maybe not all of them.. just the ones I remember. She says. I'll even pay you one of my gold. That's all I can really give you. You just seem like you know your stuff. If you don't want to read it it's ok.....
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Inez nodded, she realized that something about her family made her upset so she didn't want to push anything. She looked around at the different kinds of wood and hummed to herself. "Theorbo, Theorbo... what kinda wood goes with-" she picked up a study dark wood and stood up. She put the wood to her ear and knocks. Inez grinned, satisfied with what she found. "Miss- I mean, Scarlet once your done, I think I found the wood you want to use,"
The man makes eye contact with the woman who looked over briefly and projects his voice into her mind “Hello, excuse my rudeness. I just needed to relax and I’ve heard good things of this place. What’s your opinion? And your name? I’m Xazabrax.” (OOC wow 25 words even #MessageCantrip)
He flashes a sheepish grin at the dwarf and in common with a draconic accent says “Greetings friend, I have traveled far but the distance is inconsequential. I am not hoppy to be here, but here I am. I appreciate the asking though. Continue as you were friend, or join in, either way is fine with me.” And says a word in draconic then back to common “Xazabrax” before politely nodding and then spacing out.
Xazabrax watches the elf man leave and a human enter, grabs a staff that looks like a sort of alien tail that he begins to move as If it were a scorpions tail before jabbing towards the elf on his way out. At the same time In a weird booming whisper with an acidic haze forming around him, he says ”I WISH I tipped that elf for his efforts” and he becomes silent while outside the elf’s pouch fills with 200 gp. He realizes the haze has corroded some nearby furniture so he rises out of the pool with his wings covering most of him like leathery gown, and begins to work on on repairing the items. He glances at regime in the tavern before asking louder than he intended “Does anyone have some wood I can fix this with?!”He corrects his volume before continuing “Perhaps from outside, I’d rather not use the dwarf’s special supply.“
Pretty sure Message is actually audible, just only for the target recipient. You still have to move your mouth to whisper what you want to say, and the target still hears it with their ears, though they are the only one that can. It's similar to telepathy, but not quite the same.
Startled by the sudden voice in her ears, Morgan looks up from her reading of Scarlet's book. For a moment she's confused as to who spoke to her, until she spots the dragon-winged man in his hot tub looking her way and pointing a finger in her direction. A mildly disgruntled frown crosses her face, and since she isn't certain if the man is within 30 feet of her, she'll respond via the same Message spell, as it allows.
"I'll have you know, it is no less rude to disturb a stranger's reading than to barge into a public tavern and disrobe in front..."
Morgan feels the cantrip's magic fade before she can finish her response, prompting her to again glower in the man's direction.
I've traveled quite a bit myself, although the only planes I've been on other than the Material one is the dream plane I mentioned earlier. That was...interesting. Before I started adventuring, I lived with others of my kind on a secluded island. It's far out to sea, and we don't like water much, so very few of us ever left. But a friend of mine and I decided we wanted to see a little more of the world, so we left. We met a few other like-minded people, and began adventuring. But we lost a lot, including some good friends, during our last adventure, so decided to split up, at least temporarily. Her eyes darken temporarily, remembering her friends. We still keep in touch with sendings, though. What sort of things did you do in the Blue City as a guard?
"Nothing exciting, at first. When I started out, I mainly had to help keep the peace, but as I went higher in rank, I started to become infamous among..less scrupulous people. I didn't care at first, but even some higher up people have become less supportive of me. The Protectors' motto is 'Stay true to justice,'" Jae grins here, knowing it sounds rather silly out-of-context, "but that has become a much more confusing thing to try to do. I almost wish everything were black and white, you know what I mean?" Jae falls silent, and looks around to see if that galosch is to be served any time soon.
(OOC: Ah yeah, I knew it was something with only one person hearing just didn’t remember if it was telepathic or not. I’m not sure the size of the tavern so I’m not sure if the back is over 30 feet away. Also I don’t know how to spoiler tag haha.
Xazabrax looks over at her concerned and points another finger her direction “My apologies, I meant nothing by it. Perhaps add your next item to my tab? Or one for your friend?” And he turns back towards the broken furnitur.
"Consider your apology 'taken into consideration.' Certainly not accepted. You've shown grave disregard for common propriety and decency, so I'm not certain your word is..."
Confounded by the limits of the magic again, Morgan lets out an involuntary growl of frustration.
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Nine-While-Nine enjoys the quiet company. He does not press Morgan about her book and lifts his satchel to the table. With a short series of soft yips and growls, a young gray fox slowly climbs from the bag. Nine keeps the wild creature calm with a constant litany of sound and soft touches , while pulling out a jar of live beetles.
With obvious pleasure he begins to hand feed the beetles to the fox, sneaking a few of them into his own beak now and then.
Bemused at the interaction between Morgan and the man, not catching any of the unspoken communication, Nine nevertheless finds the body language intriguing. Noting Morgan’s distress , he spins an a nasty looking silver dart between the fingers of one hand with a questioning chirp.
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Morgan is surprised by the sudden appearance of the fox kit, though its presence does (temporarily at least) distract her from her frustrations with Xaxabrax. After a few moments of just watching, she'll tentatively reach out a hand to see if the kit will let her pet it.
Xazabrax chuckles at the sound of Morgan’s frustration before dropping the chair he was working on and looks at the Mitchum woman with a chef at. “My apologies, I do not know how to fix this chair for you. How much would it cost to replace this?” He draws a small bag containing 10 gp and hands it to her. As he looks down to her he remembers he isn’t dressed and blushes so much that his head looks like it belongs to a different body because of the difference in color to his pale body. He runs over to his clothes, creates another illusionary cloud and dresses himself, dismissing his wings. He then sends a reptilian looking spectral hand down to the base of his pool to retrieve the hot stone.
If Morgan or Nine ever team up for a campaign I’d love to follow it.
Not particularly wanting Morgan to be bitten by the fox, Nine holds up a warning hand, and turns the fox so that Morgan can see the poultice covering the stump of a missing hind leg. Nine then briefly mimics the cry of an owl bear, soothing the kit with a hand when it jumps.
Morgan gasps at the revelation that the kit was orphaned in the attack that claimed its leg. Hesitating for a moment, she begins digging through her back to find some of her rations. She then pulls out a small piece of dried meat and sets it on the table for the kit.
*You should also put the dart away. My issues with the oaf over there aren't worth upsetting Ms. Thekla.*
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Morgan is curious about the text he's reading, but will restrain herself from bothering him for a while. For now, she'll just people-watch, since there are PLENTY of interesting people to see here.
May you excuse me for a second? she grabs her book and walks towards Morgan. I'm sorry about earlier. I would like to apologize for earlier. But I noticed that you were reading a book. If you mind I was wondering if you prof read mine... I would really appreciate it. I'll leave it here for you. She places her book down at Morgans table. The book is leather bound and rugged. The text is all inscribed with a dark green ink.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Morgan is taken aback by the redhead's sudden return, and by her words. Needless to say, she wasn't really expecting any form of apology.
"O...okay," she responds slowly, "and I guess I'm sorry for my part in all that as well, as unintentional as it was."
She takes a close look at the proffered book, examining its cover but not opening it yet.
"Proof read...you wrote this? What sort of book is this?"
Dare I ask what sort of book this is?
Well.... it's more like I was a scribe. It's a collection of all of the stories that my father told me when I was young. Well maybe not all of them.. just the ones I remember. She says. I'll even pay you one of my gold. That's all I can really give you. You just seem like you know your stuff. If you don't want to read it it's ok.....
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Inez nodded, she realized that something about her family made her upset so she didn't want to push anything. She looked around at the different kinds of wood and hummed to herself. "Theorbo, Theorbo... what kinda wood goes with-" she picked up a study dark wood and stood up. She put the wood to her ear and knocks. Inez grinned, satisfied with what she found. "Miss- I mean, Scarlet once your done, I think I found the wood you want to use,"
Seeing that the book means something special to the elven woman, Morgan gives her a slight nod.
*I am no expert on the writing of books, but I do enjoy reading them. I will do my best to help if I can.*
She then proceeds to open the book and begin perusing its pages, since she has nothing more pressing to do at the moment.
The man makes eye contact with the woman who looked over briefly and projects his voice into her mind “Hello, excuse my rudeness. I just needed to relax and I’ve heard good things of this place. What’s your opinion? And your name? I’m Xazabrax.” (OOC wow 25 words even #MessageCantrip)
He flashes a sheepish grin at the dwarf and in common with a draconic accent says “Greetings friend, I have traveled far but the distance is inconsequential. I am not hoppy to be here, but here I am. I appreciate the asking though. Continue as you were friend, or join in, either way is fine with me.” And says a word in draconic then back to common “Xazabrax” before politely nodding and then spacing out.
Xazabrax watches the elf man leave and a human enter, grabs a staff that looks like a sort of alien tail that he begins to move as If it were a scorpions tail before jabbing towards the elf on his way out. At the same time In a weird booming whisper with an acidic haze forming around him, he says ”I WISH I tipped that elf for his efforts” and he becomes silent while outside the elf’s pouch fills with 200 gp. He realizes the haze has corroded some nearby furniture so he rises out of the pool with his wings covering most of him like leathery gown, and begins to work on on repairing the items. He glances at regime in the tavern before asking louder than he intended “Does anyone have some wood I can fix this with?!” He corrects his volume before continuing “Perhaps from outside, I’d rather not use the dwarf’s special supply.“
Pretty sure Message is actually audible, just only for the target recipient. You still have to move your mouth to whisper what you want to say, and the target still hears it with their ears, though they are the only one that can. It's similar to telepathy, but not quite the same.
Startled by the sudden voice in her ears, Morgan looks up from her reading of Scarlet's book. For a moment she's confused as to who spoke to her, until she spots the dragon-winged man in his hot tub looking her way and pointing a finger in her direction. A mildly disgruntled frown crosses her face, and since she isn't certain if the man is within 30 feet of her, she'll respond via the same Message spell, as it allows.
"I'll have you know, it is no less rude to disturb a stranger's reading than to barge into a public tavern and disrobe in front..."
Morgan feels the cantrip's magic fade before she can finish her response, prompting her to again glower in the man's direction.
And that's all I have to say about that.
(OOC: Ah yeah, I knew it was something with only one person hearing just didn’t remember if it was telepathic or not. I’m not sure the size of the tavern so I’m not sure if the back is over 30 feet away. Also I don’t know how to spoiler tag haha.
Xazabrax looks over at her concerned and points another finger her direction “My apologies, I meant nothing by it. Perhaps add your next item to my tab? Or one for your friend?” And he turns back towards the broken furnitur.
"Consider your apology 'taken into consideration.' Certainly not accepted. You've shown grave disregard for common propriety and decency, so I'm not certain your word is..."
Confounded by the limits of the magic again, Morgan lets out an involuntary growl of frustration.
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Nine-While-Nine enjoys the quiet company. He does not press Morgan about her book and lifts his satchel to the table. With a short series of soft yips and growls, a young gray fox slowly climbs from the bag. Nine keeps the wild creature calm with a constant litany of sound and soft touches , while pulling out a jar of live beetles.
With obvious pleasure he begins to hand feed the beetles to the fox, sneaking a few of them into his own beak now and then.
Bemused at the interaction between Morgan and the man, not catching any of the unspoken communication, Nine nevertheless finds the body language intriguing. Noting Morgan’s distress , he spins an a nasty looking silver dart between the fingers of one hand with a questioning chirp.
Morgan is surprised by the sudden appearance of the fox kit, though its presence does (temporarily at least) distract her from her frustrations with Xaxabrax. After a few moments of just watching, she'll tentatively reach out a hand to see if the kit will let her pet it.
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Xazabrax chuckles at the sound of Morgan’s frustration before dropping the chair he was working on and looks at the Mitchum woman with a chef at. “My apologies, I do not know how to fix this chair for you. How much would it cost to replace this?” He draws a small bag containing 10 gp and hands it to her. As he looks down to her he remembers he isn’t dressed and blushes so much that his head looks like it belongs to a different body because of the difference in color to his pale body. He runs over to his clothes, creates another illusionary cloud and dresses himself, dismissing his wings. He then sends a reptilian looking spectral hand down to the base of his pool to retrieve the hot stone.
If Morgan or Nine ever team up for a campaign I’d love to follow it.
Not particularly wanting Morgan to be bitten by the fox, Nine holds up a warning hand, and turns the fox so that Morgan can see the poultice covering the stump of a missing hind leg. Nine then briefly mimics the cry of an owl bear, soothing the kit with a hand when it jumps.
Morgan is genuinely startled to see the kit's injury, and has to fight herself to not reach out to it again.
*It ran afoul of an owlbear and survived?*
A nod from Grinner, who holds up one finger and points to the kit. Then he holds up three more fingers and shakes his head with a vixen’s whimper.
Morgan gasps at the revelation that the kit was orphaned in the attack that claimed its leg. Hesitating for a moment, she begins digging through her back to find some of her rations. She then pulls out a small piece of dried meat and sets it on the table for the kit.
*You should also put the dart away. My issues with the oaf over there aren't worth upsetting Ms. Thekla.*