Vauthok slowly lowered himself back into a chair once more, creaks and groans causing him to inwardly wince. Roxaria visually relaxing was a pleasant sight to see and the giant did his best not to stare too long. Lowlander females usually labeled that as leering and followed it with a swift kick to the jewels. Women were more terrifying than the most ferocious beasts roaming Wildemount.
It was only fair that questions turned toward the Goliath and his past. Kavaki knows Vauthok never ran out of questions to ask. It didn’t cause any obvious changes to his mood other than his smile not quite reaching eyes for a split second. “My people live in what we call herds.” He explained while staring into his newly filled mug of dwarven stout. “I could out drink most of mine but that was a long time ago.”
Vauthok tapped the thin white scar that ran from the right corner of his mouth to just below his ear. “I haven’t seen my people in a very long while.” And the last time he did he lost his tongue and took a headlong dive off the peaks of the Cyrios. A snarl flashed across his face but Vauthok slammed back the stout to hide it and to wash down the bitter taste of treachery.
“I met a halfling one time that could drink most my kind under the table but he couldn’t stand against the mighty Vauthok Stormclimber.” The barbarian thumped his chest with exaggerated bravado. Not a very subtle subject change but it’d have to work.
Kha follows suit with the others in depositing his weapons near the door before grabbing a drink from the bar and joining the rest at the table. He sits and listen as the others reveal their findings from Tulgi. "Stealing from the dead?!"he grumbles. "Stealing is bad enough, but from the dead..! That one got what she deserved then by catching this sickness if you ask me."The orc takes a large gulp from his tankard to wash the disgust from his mind.
As attention is turned to the dagger, Kha casts a cautious glance at the weapon. "I'd be careful toting that thing around. It may be more trouble than it's worth," he suggests to Roxaria and likewise shakes his empty tankard at her when she offers to buy the drinks. "I will definitely take you up one that!" he adds with a toothy grin.
Vauthok’s subtle change of discussion works as Kha comments on the potential trouble the dagger may be. Roxaria fills Kha’s tankard with the pitcher of ale, “Trouble, or not, if Reginald can get some more information out of that dagger that leads us one step closer, I think it will be worthwhile.” She pauses a moment, “But yes, if we come across any other relics, I will be more cautious on whether to pick them up or not. Are you familiar with diseases and such stuff, Kha? Tulgi is still alive, but very lethargic. I don’t know if she would let us back in again. I fear we may have overextended our stay with all the questions we asked her.” she pauses, and then, “I hope that I did not catch anything.” Roxaria looks at her hands curiously before turning her attention back to Vauthok, letting a hearty laugh out,
“A Halfling?! Outdrinking a Goliath?! Get out!” she snickers, “Now, that sounds like a fish tale right there! I’m glad to know that that Halfling could not outdrink” and in her deepest voice imitating Vauthok “the mighty Vauthok Stormbringer.” Roxaria straightens herself up, pulls her shoulders back and puffs her chest and arms out to mimic the Goliath’s stature for a moment before sinking into her chair, letting a heartfelt laugh out. She takes another swallow of the stout to finish it and pours in some ale from one of the pitchers on the table.
“Anything else special about that dagger, Reginald?” Roxaria looks to Reginald who seems deep in his examination of the relic.
"An Aeorian relic!" Reginald yelps. He then looks around, realizing he had said that out loud. He looks up at Roxaria excitedly and exclaims "This is a pre-Calamity item! Very old! I hold history in my hand!" Reginald marvels at the dagger, then hands it to elf. "Master Wenth must have explore the ruins of Aeor or must have known someone who had."
"Aeor was a flying city that fell to its doom when the magical ley lines were unraveled during the "Calamity" an age ago.", Reginald pauses takes a quick sip from his now long cold mug of mulled cider, then continues on, "I do believe that destroyed city is one of the reasons Palebank exists today. It is on the route to the wreckage of the city on the Island of Foren."
Roxaria feeds off of Reginald’s excitement and takes the dagger back as the gnome returns it. “If Elro allows us to keep this dagger, instead of retaining it as evidence, I promise you may have it, friend. You obviously have a far more historical attachment to it than I do.”
She polishes off the mug, and feeling good (alcohol does that with good company), stands tiredly and stretches her arms before grabbing the back of her chair with a hand to steady herself. “Well, I think today was a good day, overall. However, it is getting late and I want some quality sleep before we head off tomorrow to go visit these places.”
Roxaria looks to Eline, “Eline, darling, would you help me to my room? That stout hit harder than I thought. I just want to get there without incident.”
Vauthok’s subtle change of discussion works as Kha comments on the potential trouble the dagger may be. Roxaria fills Kha’s tankard with the pitcher of ale, “Trouble, or not, if Reginald can get some more information out of that dagger that leads us one step closer, I think it will be worthwhile.” She pauses a moment, “But yes, if we come across any other relics, I will be more cautious on whether to pick them up or not. Are you familiar with diseases and such stuff, Kha? Tulgi is still alive, but very lethargic. I don’t know if she would let us back in again. I fear we may have overextended our stay with all the questions we asked her.” she pauses, and then, “I hope that I did not catch anything.” Roxaria looks at her hands curiously before turning her attention back to Vauthok, letting a hearty laugh out,
Kha nods. "I understand. Just be careful in case these things are causing this diseasee."He raises his drink toward the elf after she fills it. "I have picked up a few things here and there about afflictions and whatnot from some of the elders, but I'm not well-trained on the stuff. Nothing looked familiar when I took a look at Urgon's body." When the gnome shouts out with excitement and explains, Kha turns to Roxiana. "Whelp. Seems to have helped out some then," he says with a wink.
"Eeyore...? Four-in...? Never heard of those places. Is it far?"Kha asks of Reginald.
Arl Bortock the dwarven bartender and owner of the Jolly Dwarf, perks up at the sound of someone mentioning rooms. "We have 3 rooms with double beds available if anyone is interested and that would be 1 gold for the rooms."
Trem releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. Visibly relieved he thinks to himself: so, not cursed then. It is a nice dagger... No, best not steal from these guys...
He laughs at the sight of Roxaria stumbling up the stairs. He was going to aks Roxaria in Elvish if she wanted to talk while the others went to bed. Oh well, maybe next time. Trem turns to Reginald:
Wanna share a room? I don't need much sleep, 4 hours of meditation is enough for me. You'll have the bed for yourself.
Reginald nods an affirmation in response to Trem's question, "Yes that would be most acceptable" he said with a smile.
He turns to the Kha Drohror and says "Too be honest, I've never seen a map of the area. All I really know is that Palebank is a major stop along the way to fallen city of Aeor. Treasure seekers stop here before they venture on their way there, usually. As for what is out there, your guess is as good as mine." Reginald purses his lips for a moment in thought, "Though I'm sure that someone in Palebank must have a business providing information on Aeor and the area around it, as a side thing, at least."
The gnome collects his belongings, gets down off from his seat and speaks again "But that will be something for to think about as we prepare for tonight's rest. Perhaps more options will be available tomorrow"
He pauses, then continues, "Have a good rest, my companion" Reginald then motions to Trem, "Which room is ours?"
Vauthok nodded in Kha’s direction as he expressed his concerns over this potential affliction. Disease was a dangerous foe, especially one that clearly didn’t have a cure. They would all do well to practice some caution as they pushed forward on this quest. As for Tulgi? Well.. Stealing from the dead was a bad omen. If this was really just a disease than maybe the gods saw it fit to bestow it upon the woman as punishment. Divine retribution. No one was safe from such a thing. And if this was the work of a god? It didn’t bode well to mettle in their affairs. The Goliath didn’t fear much but even that prospect caused him to falter slightly.
Vauthok listened intently to others as they conversed about the ancient dagger and it’s origin. A fallen city? That meant ruins. He smiled viciously and polished off his dwarven stout as the majority of the group began to filter out to get some rest. He looked across the table at Kha, “That leaves the two big fellas with the last room.” Depositing the empty tankard on to the table, Vauthok opted to drink from the pitcher instead of pouring another. His massive hands making it look proportional as he took a long gulp from it. “Your story.” The barbarian said as he wiped his mouth with his tunic’s sleeve. “I would like to hear it sometime, Kha, and about this storm-lord of yours.” He stood and started for the door but stopped beside his orc companion, “But rest first. I have a feeling we will need all the strength we can get for what lays in our path.” There was a hint of excitement to his gruff voice.
Opening the door out into the cold outdoors, Vauthok gave a nod and stepped outside. He would return to the room eventually but first he wanted to clear his head. The snow and cold wind cut through him like a icy blade but it didn’t bother the big man in the least. It felt like home. He lowered himself to the steps leading up to the tavern and took another long drink from his pitcher before leaning back and staring up into the night sky, snowflakes kissing his pale face as they fell from the heavens. “Kavaki.. If you are listening, give us strength and help my blade strike true when the time comes..” It was barely a whisper but in the silent darkness it may as well have been a shout. The ram-lord would hear regardless.
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<<Assuming Reginald follows suit>>
Trem leaves the bed for Reginald and takes place in a chair in their room. After talking a bit and Reginald goes to sleep Trem begins his meditation. The trace comes reflexive through years of practice. He pictures a flame, burning in a void. Just nothingness and the flame, every thought he has is fed to the flame. Suddely Trem begins to see a shape in flame. That's a first! The flame grows and Trem can see now it' a Human face. A female Human. Eline?! She seems to turn to Trem, getting closer, and closer... Thief!!! the Human shouts!
With a shape intake of breath Trem comes out of the semiconsious trance. His body feels rested, but his mind is racing. Stealthy he tries to leave his chamer.
Stealth: 9
Trem makes is way outside. He checks the dwellings of Tulgi and Urgon from afar. After while he goes back to the inn. Trem is waiting in the common room when the others come back for breakfast.
<<OOC I changed a typo and then my dice roll suddenly changed (It was a 13+7) for some reason changing the typo back doesn't help and rollback gives an error>>
In the early hours of the morning Sarisa, Arl Bartock's wife begins collecting ingredients needed to feed her customers. Trem will see her come in with an armful of fish, dried preserves, and milk. After a while the comforting smell of breakfast will waft its way through the Jolly Dwarf Inn. Soon after Arl comes in with an armload of fire wood and stokes the fire.
Five hours. The first hour was just to let the buzz fade away properly and dress comfortably and warm: undergarments and a, knee-length nightgown made of merino wool. The next four hours, Roxaria found herself sitting, legs akimbo in a deep, meditative trance. Her eyes of liquid silver would glaze over as she found a distant point and focused. The mental exercises came first. That is how she was able to focus on her inner self and clear her mind. Then, the dreams came. It just depended on what Aerdrie Faenya, the elven deity, wanted Roxaria to dream about.
When she came to, Roxaria gently closes her eyes for several seconds before opening them and gains awareness of the world around her. She watches Eline slumbering soundly with her fluffy pillows, wrapped tightly in blankets to keep warm on the frigid night. Roxaria quietly stands, gathering her clothes in her arms. Nothing is worse than trying to get dressed while others are sleeping. Noise seems so enhanced when trying to dress. Roxaria changes her mind and instead of sneaking out, quietly lays in her bed, across from Eline and stares at the ceiling, going over the different sword fighting styles and silently murmuring elven archery mnemonic devices to adjust for wind drift in her head.
Eventually, the windows let in some light as the sky gets brighter, though still covered in clouds. Roxaria smells breakfast wafting upstairs and into the rooms, but she is patient enough to wait for Eline.
Trem asks Arl if breakfast is included with the room. (If it isn't he'll pay the appropriate amount) Once the others settle at the table he will ask them if they want to go to Erlo first, or maybe check Pelc's Curiousities first. So'll they might have more complete information.
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Vauthok slowly lowered himself back into a chair once more, creaks and groans causing him to inwardly wince. Roxaria visually relaxing was a pleasant sight to see and the giant did his best not to stare too long. Lowlander females usually labeled that as leering and followed it with a swift kick to the jewels. Women were more terrifying than the most ferocious beasts roaming Wildemount.
It was only fair that questions turned toward the Goliath and his past. Kavaki knows Vauthok never ran out of questions to ask. It didn’t cause any obvious changes to his mood other than his smile not quite reaching eyes for a split second. “My people live in what we call herds.” He explained while staring into his newly filled mug of dwarven stout. “I could out drink most of mine but that was a long time ago.”
Vauthok tapped the thin white scar that ran from the right corner of his mouth to just below his ear. “I haven’t seen my people in a very long while.” And the last time he did he lost his tongue and took a headlong dive off the peaks of the Cyrios. A snarl flashed across his face but Vauthok slammed back the stout to hide it and to wash down the bitter taste of treachery.
“I met a halfling one time that could drink most my kind under the table but he couldn’t stand against the mighty Vauthok Stormclimber.” The barbarian thumped his chest with exaggerated bravado. Not a very subtle subject change but it’d have to work.
Kha follows suit with the others in depositing his weapons near the door before grabbing a drink from the bar and joining the rest at the table. He sits and listen as the others reveal their findings from Tulgi. "Stealing from the dead?!" he grumbles. "Stealing is bad enough, but from the dead..! That one got what she deserved then by catching this sickness if you ask me." The orc takes a large gulp from his tankard to wash the disgust from his mind.
As attention is turned to the dagger, Kha casts a cautious glance at the weapon. "I'd be careful toting that thing around. It may be more trouble than it's worth," he suggests to Roxaria and likewise shakes his empty tankard at her when she offers to buy the drinks. "I will definitely take you up one that!" he adds with a toothy grin.
Vauthok’s subtle change of discussion works as Kha comments on the potential trouble the dagger may be. Roxaria fills Kha’s tankard with the pitcher of ale, “Trouble, or not, if Reginald can get some more information out of that dagger that leads us one step closer, I think it will be worthwhile.” She pauses a moment, “But yes, if we come across any other relics, I will be more cautious on whether to pick them up or not. Are you familiar with diseases and such stuff, Kha? Tulgi is still alive, but very lethargic. I don’t know if she would let us back in again. I fear we may have overextended our stay with all the questions we asked her.” she pauses, and then, “I hope that I did not catch anything.” Roxaria looks at her hands curiously before turning her attention back to Vauthok, letting a hearty laugh out,
“A Halfling?! Outdrinking a Goliath?! Get out!” she snickers, “Now, that sounds like a fish tale right there! I’m glad to know that that Halfling could not outdrink” and in her deepest voice imitating Vauthok “the mighty Vauthok Stormbringer.” Roxaria straightens herself up, pulls her shoulders back and puffs her chest and arms out to mimic the Goliath’s stature for a moment before sinking into her chair, letting a heartfelt laugh out. She takes another swallow of the stout to finish it and pours in some ale from one of the pitchers on the table.
“Anything else special about that dagger, Reginald?” Roxaria looks to Reginald who seems deep in his examination of the relic.
(OOC Arcana Check +6 : 23 as requested)
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Reginald realizes that the dagger is a relic of the fallen flying city of Aeor from ages past. It was most likely forged by an Aeor mage.
"An Aeorian relic!" Reginald yelps. He then looks around, realizing he had said that out loud. He looks up at Roxaria excitedly and exclaims "This is a pre-Calamity item! Very old! I hold history in my hand!" Reginald marvels at the dagger, then hands it to elf. "Master Wenth must have explore the ruins of Aeor or must have known someone who had."
"Aeor was a flying city that fell to its doom when the magical ley lines were unraveled during the "Calamity" an age ago.", Reginald pauses takes a quick sip from his now long cold mug of mulled cider, then continues on, "I do believe that destroyed city is one of the reasons Palebank exists today. It is on the route to the wreckage of the city on the Island of Foren."
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Roxaria feeds off of Reginald’s excitement and takes the dagger back as the gnome returns it. “If Elro allows us to keep this dagger, instead of retaining it as evidence, I promise you may have it, friend. You obviously have a far more historical attachment to it than I do.”
She polishes off the mug, and feeling good (alcohol does that with good company), stands tiredly and stretches her arms before grabbing the back of her chair with a hand to steady herself. “Well, I think today was a good day, overall. However, it is getting late and I want some quality sleep before we head off tomorrow to go visit these places.”
Roxaria looks to Eline, “Eline, darling, would you help me to my room? That stout hit harder than I thought. I just want to get there without incident.”
Kha nods. "I understand. Just be careful in case these things are causing this diseasee." He raises his drink toward the elf after she fills it. "I have picked up a few things here and there about afflictions and whatnot from some of the elders, but I'm not well-trained on the stuff. Nothing looked familiar when I took a look at Urgon's body." When the gnome shouts out with excitement and explains, Kha turns to Roxiana. "Whelp. Seems to have helped out some then," he says with a wink.
"Eeyore...? Four-in...? Never heard of those places. Is it far?" Kha asks of Reginald.
Arl Bortock the dwarven bartender and owner of the Jolly Dwarf, perks up at the sound of someone mentioning rooms. "We have 3 rooms with double beds available if anyone is interested and that would be 1 gold for the rooms."
Trem releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. Visibly relieved he thinks to himself: so, not cursed then. It is a nice dagger... No, best not steal from these guys...
He laughs at the sight of Roxaria stumbling up the stairs. He was going to aks Roxaria in Elvish if she wanted to talk while the others went to bed. Oh well, maybe next time. Trem turns to Reginald:
Wanna share a room? I don't need much sleep, 4 hours of meditation is enough for me. You'll have the bed for yourself.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Reginald nods an affirmation in response to Trem's question, "Yes that would be most acceptable" he said with a smile.
He turns to the Kha Drohror and says "Too be honest, I've never seen a map of the area. All I really know is that Palebank is a major stop along the way to fallen city of Aeor. Treasure seekers stop here before they venture on their way there, usually. As for what is out there, your guess is as good as mine." Reginald purses his lips for a moment in thought, "Though I'm sure that someone in Palebank must have a business providing information on Aeor and the area around it, as a side thing, at least."
The gnome collects his belongings, gets down off from his seat and speaks again "But that will be something for to think about as we prepare for tonight's rest. Perhaps more options will be available tomorrow"
He pauses, then continues, "Have a good rest, my companion" Reginald then motions to Trem, "Which room is ours?"
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Map of Palebank
Good question! Let's ask!
Trem replies. He makes his way over to Arl, shows 5 silver and tells him:
My friend and I would like to share a room.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Arl takes the coins "Its the first room on the right" He then hands you the key to the room.
Vauthok nodded in Kha’s direction as he expressed his concerns over this potential affliction. Disease was a dangerous foe, especially one that clearly didn’t have a cure. They would all do well to practice some caution as they pushed forward on this quest. As for Tulgi? Well.. Stealing from the dead was a bad omen. If this was really just a disease than maybe the gods saw it fit to bestow it upon the woman as punishment. Divine retribution. No one was safe from such a thing. And if this was the work of a god? It didn’t bode well to mettle in their affairs. The Goliath didn’t fear much but even that prospect caused him to falter slightly.
Vauthok listened intently to others as they conversed about the ancient dagger and it’s origin. A fallen city? That meant ruins. He smiled viciously and polished off his dwarven stout as the majority of the group began to filter out to get some rest. He looked across the table at Kha, “That leaves the two big fellas with the last room.” Depositing the empty tankard on to the table, Vauthok opted to drink from the pitcher instead of pouring another. His massive hands making it look proportional as he took a long gulp from it. “Your story.” The barbarian said as he wiped his mouth with his tunic’s sleeve. “I would like to hear it sometime, Kha, and about this storm-lord of yours.” He stood and started for the door but stopped beside his orc companion, “But rest first. I have a feeling we will need all the strength we can get for what lays in our path.” There was a hint of excitement to his gruff voice.
Opening the door out into the cold outdoors, Vauthok gave a nod and stepped outside. He would return to the room eventually but first he wanted to clear his head. The snow and cold wind cut through him like a icy blade but it didn’t bother the big man in the least. It felt like home. He lowered himself to the steps leading up to the tavern and took another long drink from his pitcher before leaning back and staring up into the night sky, snowflakes kissing his pale face as they fell from the heavens. “Kavaki.. If you are listening, give us strength and help my blade strike true when the time comes..” It was barely a whisper but in the silent darkness it may as well have been a shout. The ram-lord would hear regardless.
<<Assuming Reginald follows suit>>
Trem leaves the bed for Reginald and takes place in a chair in their room. After talking a bit and Reginald goes to sleep Trem begins his meditation. The trace comes reflexive through years of practice. He pictures a flame, burning in a void. Just nothingness and the flame, every thought he has is fed to the flame. Suddely Trem begins to see a shape in flame. That's a first! The flame grows and Trem can see now it' a Human face. A female Human. Eline?! She seems to turn to Trem, getting closer, and closer... Thief!!! the Human shouts!
With a shape intake of breath Trem comes out of the semiconsious trance. His body feels rested, but his mind is racing. Stealthy he tries to leave his chamer.
Stealth: 9
Trem makes is way outside. He checks the dwellings of Tulgi and Urgon from afar. After while he goes back to the inn. Trem is waiting in the common room when the others come back for breakfast.
<<OOC I changed a typo and then my dice roll suddenly changed (It was a 13+7) for some reason changing the typo back doesn't help and rollback gives an error>>
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(Ooc: been out of commission all day due to a flu. Will post momentarily!)
In the early hours of the morning Sarisa, Arl Bartock's wife begins collecting ingredients needed to feed her customers. Trem will see her come in with an armful of fish, dried preserves, and milk. After a while the comforting smell of breakfast will waft its way through the Jolly Dwarf Inn. Soon after Arl comes in with an armload of fire wood and stokes the fire.
Five hours. The first hour was just to let the buzz fade away properly and dress comfortably and warm: undergarments and a, knee-length nightgown made of merino wool. The next four hours, Roxaria found herself sitting, legs akimbo in a deep, meditative trance. Her eyes of liquid silver would glaze over as she found a distant point and focused. The mental exercises came first. That is how she was able to focus on her inner self and clear her mind. Then, the dreams came. It just depended on what Aerdrie Faenya, the elven deity, wanted Roxaria to dream about.
When she came to, Roxaria gently closes her eyes for several seconds before opening them and gains awareness of the world around her. She watches Eline slumbering soundly with her fluffy pillows, wrapped tightly in blankets to keep warm on the frigid night. Roxaria quietly stands, gathering her clothes in her arms. Nothing is worse than trying to get dressed while others are sleeping. Noise seems so enhanced when trying to dress. Roxaria changes her mind and instead of sneaking out, quietly lays in her bed, across from Eline and stares at the ceiling, going over the different sword fighting styles and silently murmuring elven archery mnemonic devices to adjust for wind drift in her head.
Eventually, the windows let in some light as the sky gets brighter, though still covered in clouds. Roxaria smells breakfast wafting upstairs and into the rooms, but she is patient enough to wait for Eline.
Trem asks Arl if breakfast is included with the room. (If it isn't he'll pay the appropriate amount) Once the others settle at the table he will ask them if they want to go to Erlo first, or maybe check Pelc's Curiousities first. So'll they might have more complete information.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil