The drinking for Robin and Gilded seemed soured, Gwen would still talk to Simon with Drezmir however a moment to maybe gain some answers. (And whoever else wished to come.) Amon and Vex too had whispered hushed secrets. A long night's rest is exactly what our heroes had needed after today. The night air was quiet and the tavern loud the people's moods had been relighted. A fire back in their eyes, though the future was uncertain for Glazing Winds they would not give in. They had to follow the examples of their newfound heroes after all.
OOC Sure just PM whatever you need to do with Vex tonight besides the Amon convo ^^
Same goes for any other night activities since I fast forwarded to morning.
Gilded will take Amon to his room with him. It's a small room but they will have to make do. Gilded will untie Amon and push the bed in front of the door. He will put all of the weapons under the mattress.
"Might as well get comfy. Let's rest and see what tomorrow brings."
Vex goes to his room, knowing that his fate is sealed. He sleeps, knowing he should get some rest with the time he has left to be with his group. But on the way up, he salutes Kristoph. It was a nice final meal he had at Glazing Winds.
Drez does not respond immediately. In truth, he hadn't been searching for a reaction, he'd merely assumed it safe to disclose information that most of the guards already knew. Perhaps if he had know that he the king this guy was working for was one of the Vistvents, he wouldn't have been so quick to speak. Yet, he didn't really care. The evidence pointed to the Vistvents, whomever they were. He wasn't afraid to put the blame where blame was due.
When Herron remarks on his lack of self preservation, he smiles, "Why should I? I am destined to face a greater threat, I cannot die before I meet that foe. I appreciate your warning...even if it comes across more as an accusation. I know I have a lot to learn in terms of who to trust, but do not mistake me for being careless."
He looks to Gwen curiously when she remarks on the people of Germuid, wondering if she was thinking of Corvus as well. He can't help but think it would be interesting to see Corvus and Herron in the same room.
He takes note of Herron's clenched fists as he walks away, he doesn't remark on his response about the flower, instead he responds to the second part of his comment, "Oh yes, I have a lot to learn about all of the kingdoms. I look forward to seeing what kinds of...wonderful qualities that Germuid has to offer." He smiles, as Herron leaves the room.
To Kocino he says, "Yes, you're right. Perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut. I won't pretend that I'm...fully up to par right now, though after this meal I do feel much better. Still, he did remove the curse from my wound. I felt...that I should return the favor somehow, and warning him that he was coming to potentially help the people who were behind the person he was sent to...take care of...well it seemed like something he should know. Still, you're not wrong. Next time I'll stay quiet."
When Gwen remarks on Herron, Drez laughs, "Well, again, he did remove the curse, which he didn't have to do. So, he can't be all bad can he? I'll try not to judge him to much."
He seems to be back to his old self, perhaps all his wounds had put him on edge. Having some food in him definitely helped his mood.
Still not ready to risk resting, he sighs, "Well, Gwen, are you ready to go speak to Simon?"
"Right." Amon rubs his wrists after being unbound, and sits down in a corner of the room. He pulls out a spool of string from his pack and threads it in between his fingers, content with playing with it for the rest of the night if he can't sleep. He doubts he will be able to, for he has a lot of things to think over. "Good night."
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
After a night of a few more rather serious conversations morning light had come! Gwen was outside the tavern ready to see the party off if they were heading to the capital. However if she were to look in the tavern herself? She would see that Vex's door was wide open and inside? No one was to be found no Vex.. None of his belongings.. Nothing.
OOC Can you guys PM me what those rolls are for? Unless they aren't for anything ^^
At morning, there is a strange figure in the tavern. Unrecognisable, as a plague doctor’s mask covers their face. A large noose hangs around their neck, as they sit down in a corner, wishing they were not noticed. A crimson tail is coiled around their left leg, as he waits. He begins softly playing the bagpipes, but, without noticing, sound some of the most beautiful music one has heard. Flawlessly playing notes, without blunders. When the music stops, he goes quiet.
Corvus rises from his bed. He has been well rested. He carefully packs his books into his satchel then looks out his window. Once again he feels that sense of calling. He casts Find Familiar, and soon sees the familiar black shape of the little pseudo dragon flying towards his window. The little dragon alights on his shoulder as he makes his way towards the door. After making sure the orb has also been tucked safely into his pack, he opens the door and makes his way downstairs.
He passes Vex’s room without a thought. He had not known where the Dragonborn had been sleeping nor did he care.
Once he reached the bottom of the stairs he makes his way to the bar and gives Kristoph a stiff nod. After the fabulous meal he had last night, he could not bring himself to order another just yet. So, he orders plain water instead.
Once he gets his drink he will move to sit in a corner and wait hit his companions. As he does so he studies the people in the tavern. He witnesses the strange figure play the bagpipes. A strange figure indeed. The man seems like he doesn’t wish to draw attention to himself and yet he wears such stark apparel, while playing music.
Letting his gaze drift from the figure, he looks over the rest of the crowd to see if there are any other interesting people amount them.
Looking a bit closer, Corvus can see a bit through the newcomer’s mask because of how densely packed something is. And in his mask, a bag of feathers is visible. A feather or two poking out from the outside of the mask. Why did he wear such a thing?
As Corvus continues people watching, his pseudo dragon flies off his shoulder and strait towards the mask man. It’s going to try to knock off his mask and grab the feathers if possible. Corvus appears disinterested in what his familiar is doing. He also doesn’t seem to notice what it’s doing either.
Dex for the dragon: 19
Deception for Corvus: 18
(Is this character a Tiefling? Or another Dragonborn with a tail… I think Corvus would be able to tell this?)
“What are you looking at?” She asks curiously. She will follow his gaze to the newcomer and wonder who it is. Seems lots of interesting types pass through Glazing Winds all the time. There was their own group, and that fellow last night, what was his name? And now this one.
She’ll order a breakfast meal while waiting to group up with the others They should discuss what to do next. She would be interested in researching the forest phenomenon further, though she would admit it doesn’t seem to be a pressing issue right now.
But what of taking on Amon’s Outlands boss? The man had shown malicious intent against Glazing Winds, so ought he not be dealt with?
But perhaps the group is most eager to pursue this mystery with the Vintsvents. She would go along with the group’s decision.
(Tiefling) The figure scowls beneath the mask and sees where the rascal came from, and uses thaumaturgy to change his eye colour to a deep red, glaring at Corvus like he is saying “Get this thing off of me.”. The mask stretches, only to go back on his face when the dragon pulls it. It seems securely attached in strange places, notably attached to the noose around his neck.
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(Alright. I’ll do that.)
Gilded watches as Gwen and Drez fight with Herron. He quickly starts to sober up and stands behind them with his hand resting lightly on his sword.
Just some rolls. 18
22
The drinking for Robin and Gilded seemed soured, Gwen would still talk to Simon with Drezmir however a moment to maybe gain some answers. (And whoever else wished to come.) Amon and Vex too had whispered hushed secrets. A long night's rest is exactly what our heroes had needed after today. The night air was quiet and the tavern loud the people's moods had been relighted. A fire back in their eyes, though the future was uncertain for Glazing Winds they would not give in. They had to follow the examples of their newfound heroes after all.
OOC
Sure just PM whatever you need to do with Vex tonight besides the Amon convo ^^
Same goes for any other night activities since I fast forwarded to morning.
Note: you'll have to re-add your temp HP after the long rest
So long rest...
Gilded will take Amon to his room with him. It's a small room but they will have to make do. Gilded will untie Amon and push the bed in front of the door. He will put all of the weapons under the mattress.
"Might as well get comfy. Let's rest and see what tomorrow brings."
Vex goes to his room, knowing that his fate is sealed. He sleeps, knowing he should get some rest with the time he has left to be with his group. But on the way up, he salutes Kristoph. It was a nice final meal he had at Glazing Winds.
Drez does not respond immediately. In truth, he hadn't been searching for a reaction, he'd merely assumed it safe to disclose information that most of the guards already knew. Perhaps if he had know that he the king this guy was working for was one of the Vistvents, he wouldn't have been so quick to speak. Yet, he didn't really care. The evidence pointed to the Vistvents, whomever they were. He wasn't afraid to put the blame where blame was due.
When Herron remarks on his lack of self preservation, he smiles, "Why should I? I am destined to face a greater threat, I cannot die before I meet that foe. I appreciate your warning...even if it comes across more as an accusation. I know I have a lot to learn in terms of who to trust, but do not mistake me for being careless."
He looks to Gwen curiously when she remarks on the people of Germuid, wondering if she was thinking of Corvus as well. He can't help but think it would be interesting to see Corvus and Herron in the same room.
He takes note of Herron's clenched fists as he walks away, he doesn't remark on his response about the flower, instead he responds to the second part of his comment, "Oh yes, I have a lot to learn about all of the kingdoms. I look forward to seeing what kinds of...wonderful qualities that Germuid has to offer." He smiles, as Herron leaves the room.
To Kocino he says, "Yes, you're right. Perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut. I won't pretend that I'm...fully up to par right now, though after this meal I do feel much better. Still, he did remove the curse from my wound. I felt...that I should return the favor somehow, and warning him that he was coming to potentially help the people who were behind the person he was sent to...take care of...well it seemed like something he should know. Still, you're not wrong. Next time I'll stay quiet."
When Gwen remarks on Herron, Drez laughs, "Well, again, he did remove the curse, which he didn't have to do. So, he can't be all bad can he? I'll try not to judge him to much."
He seems to be back to his old self, perhaps all his wounds had put him on edge. Having some food in him definitely helped his mood.
Still not ready to risk resting, he sighs, "Well, Gwen, are you ready to go speak to Simon?"
"Right." Amon rubs his wrists after being unbound, and sits down in a corner of the room. He pulls out a spool of string from his pack and threads it in between his fingers, content with playing with it for the rest of the night if he can't sleep. He doubts he will be able to, for he has a lot of things to think over. "Good night."
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Another roll. 9
(Some rolls: 22 15 18)
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
After a night of a few more rather serious conversations morning light had come! Gwen was outside the tavern ready to see the party off if they were heading to the capital. However if she were to look in the tavern herself? She would see that Vex's door was wide open and inside? No one was to be found no Vex.. None of his belongings.. Nothing.
OOC
Can you guys PM me what those rolls are for? Unless they aren't for anything ^^
Deception the previous night to hide what was said between Vex and Amon. Also how do I add a different character to the campaign?
There we are
At morning, there is a strange figure in the tavern. Unrecognisable, as a plague doctor’s mask covers their face. A large noose hangs around their neck, as they sit down in a corner, wishing they were not noticed. A crimson tail is coiled around their left leg, as he waits. He begins softly playing the bagpipes, but, without noticing, sound some of the most beautiful music one has heard. Flawlessly playing notes, without blunders. When the music stops, he goes quiet.
Performance Roll was 23 total.
Corvus rises from his bed. He has been well rested. He carefully packs his books into his satchel then looks out his window. Once again he feels that sense of calling. He casts Find Familiar, and soon sees the familiar black shape of the little pseudo dragon flying towards his window. The little dragon alights on his shoulder as he makes his way towards the door. After making sure the orb has also been tucked safely into his pack, he opens the door and makes his way downstairs.
He passes Vex’s room without a thought. He had not known where the Dragonborn had been sleeping nor did he care.
Once he reached the bottom of the stairs he makes his way to the bar and gives Kristoph a stiff nod. After the fabulous meal he had last night, he could not bring himself to order another just yet. So, he orders plain water instead.
Once he gets his drink he will move to sit in a corner and wait hit his companions. As he does so he studies the people in the tavern. He witnesses the strange figure play the bagpipes. A strange figure indeed. The man seems like he doesn’t wish to draw attention to himself and yet he wears such stark apparel, while playing music.
Letting his gaze drift from the figure, he looks over the rest of the crowd to see if there are any other interesting people amount them.
Perception: 12
Looking a bit closer, Corvus can see a bit through the newcomer’s mask because of how densely packed something is. And in his mask, a bag of feathers is visible. A feather or two poking out from the outside of the mask. Why did he wear such a thing?
As Corvus continues people watching, his pseudo dragon flies off his shoulder and strait towards the mask man. It’s going to try to knock off his mask and grab the feathers if possible. Corvus appears disinterested in what his familiar is doing. He also doesn’t seem to notice what it’s doing either.
Dex for the dragon: 19
Deception for Corvus: 18
(Is this character a Tiefling? Or another Dragonborn with a tail… I think Corvus would be able to tell this?)
Jess joins Corvus in the morning.
“What are you looking at?” She asks curiously. She will follow his gaze to the newcomer and wonder who it is. Seems lots of interesting types pass through Glazing Winds all the time. There was their own group, and that fellow last night, what was his name? And now this one.
She’ll order a breakfast meal while waiting to group up with the others They should discuss what to do next. She would be interested in researching the forest phenomenon further, though she would admit it doesn’t seem to be a pressing issue right now.
But what of taking on Amon’s Outlands boss? The man had shown malicious intent against Glazing Winds, so ought he not be dealt with?
But perhaps the group is most eager to pursue this mystery with the Vintsvents. She would go along with the group’s decision.
(Tiefling) The figure scowls beneath the mask and sees where the rascal came from, and uses thaumaturgy to change his eye colour to a deep red, glaring at Corvus like he is saying “Get this thing off of me.”. The mask stretches, only to go back on his face when the dragon pulls it. It seems securely attached in strange places, notably attached to the noose around his neck.