Avaria is stunned to speechlessness as Marrin works her magic on her. Sitting as still as possible, she lets her friend do what is needed to try and disguise what she figures is someone that typically sticks out like a sore thumb.
Deception: 12
She laughs at Martin and Karin as they all join together. Looking for Ethel, she wonders what disguise she is going to have ready for them, assuming it will be better than her pirate disguise used earlier she remembers fondly.
Ava sticks to the back of the group as they head up to the tent and will follow what the rest want to do in terms of tickets.
Karen sniffs. "I don't know Martin, it seems rather overpriced to me. We have toys at home... Is this what you want to spend your birthday money from Great Aunt Gillian on? Are you sure?"
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"How many events are in the fair? Do children have to be attended by adults, or is this a reputable enough establishment that my Martin will be safe if he wants to go on something that I don't?", Karen asks the ticket man. "We have only have the morning here, Martin, so you will have to decide which events you want to see the most, I don't want to hear any whining that we didn't get to something if you don't spend your time wisely."
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The halfling hops back up onto the counter and waves his hands towards the entrance to the Lintoll.
"What does the Lintoll have? Why you might as well ask what does the world have to offer? The big top never fails to entertain with the trapeze and knife throwers. Or what about the carousel, or dragonfly rides, the never-ending slides, or maybe just the house of illusions? The fortune tellers maybe? Or games of chance? The actors? They always have a new play or mock battle to please the crowds. Or maybe the young master wants to try his hand at the small stall games. Punch the goblin? Ring Toss? Wall Climb? Catch the Dragon by the Tail? Gnome Poetry? Wrestling? The Dance Off?"
He looks down closer at "Martin". "Fancy your chances at a staring contest with a cyclops? Or an eating contest? The giant snail races? Or perhaps mud wrestling."
He turns back to "Karen" "Of course there are the wandering dancers, singers and musicians but they don't need an extra entry. And the bakeries, confectioneries, breweries, cidery, and distillery are open to all, but far from free."
The halfling settles back behind the counter again.
"And feel free to peruse the merchant stalls. They have the rarest of spices and trinkets from across all of Faerun. In fact, there's nothing the greatest of the cities have that you couldn't find somewhere in here."
"You'll end up catching something from it dear. We'll take the day pass for Martin, and just the eight for me.", Karen counts out 18 silver to the halfling.
Avaria's eyes go wide as she listens to all the different options at the Lintoll. This seemed like a dream... no wait, probably closer to a nightmare. How were they going to find the one they were looking for?
She steps up to the counter once the other two are finished and plops down a gold coin, hoping the halfling just understands what she wants.
Great Aunt Gillian accompanies the others to the Lintoll, falling behind occasionally before hobbling along to catch up. Fantastically old and hunched over her walking stick, the poor old woman's eyes are glazed with cataracts as she struggles to take in the colorful scenery. He skin has the look of wrinkled wax paper, covered in liver spots.
She has blank, somewhat vacant expression on her face as she silently slides two gold pieces across the counter for the VIP pass.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The halfling happily accepts the coins and hands out the tickets in return. He then hands each of the ticket holders a rainbow coloured wrist band.
“You’d be surprised how many try to sneak in without buying a ticket,” the halfling says seriously. "These help the brigade spot who's paid and who hasn't."
Once the wristbands are affixed, he waves you through the gate.
Almost immediately, giant, singing flowers burst from the ground along the edges of the laneway and begin to serenade the group with a lively song. Unfortunately it’s in ‘flowerish’ and you can’t understand a word of it but the tune is pleasant.
A long lane stretches out ahead of the group. A multitude of colourful, small tents and stalls line the lane. A handful of narrower branching lanes split off from the main one. At the end of the long lane, sits the Big Top. The roof of this tent reaches toward the sky in three swooping peaks topped with spinning gold stars. Painted wooden panels on the tent walls whirl with colorful motion. From this distance you can’t make out what the images are but suspect they display vibrant circus performances. The sound of music and laughter drifts out through the canvas door.
Music from the calliope you heard earlier sounds louder down a side lane.
A twelve-foot-tall walking tree garlanded in golden ribbons marches down the thoroughfare. On closer examination you all realize it’s not a tree but a stilt walker in an incredibly realistic tree costume. Emerald clouds swirl above the tree and rain down golden, spinning sycamore seeds. Several fair-going children try to catch the seeds before they hit the ground. As the seeds gently fall, a chatty squirrel scampers along the boughs of the tree costume, handing dandelions to random passersby.
Only a few steps into the Lintoll, you see a rather mundane stall set up, little more than a table, a canvas roof and a keg of beer. It looks out of place amid all the colourful and whimsical tents and stalls further down the lane. But it quickly becomes apparent why. Seated on one side of the table is the once quarter master, now captain, Erran Bigge. He waves a hand over at the group of you.
“Figured everyone in town is likely to come through that gate. I’ve already found one new crew member.”
Further down the lane you spot another familiar figure disappearing into a merchant’s shop. The nervous gait and skittish mannerisms of Geffroi Desbiens are unmistakeable. It looks like he’s gone inside a bookseller.
Mixed among the visitors to the Lintoll you spot a couple of large figures wearing black plate armour, large maces hanging at their waists. The black plate might look ominous if not for the painted on stars and sparkles. These figures don’t partake in any of the festivities but instead appear to be keeping an eye on the crowds.
Everything the halfling described is available and easy to find. If there's something specific one of you is looking for, you can probably find it, including somewhere that sells ink. Otherwise, all you have to go on at this point is the checkered-jester like cloth.
"Oh, I was waving at this one," he says, lowering his voice, indicating Avaria. "Almost didn't recognize you when you came in. I thought maybe you were dressed up for the fair. Is this the rest of your group."
He looks around a little more.
"That's worrisome," he says when he gets the first few words about the attack. "We didn't get attacked but we did have an intruder last night. Some flying golem or whatnot. Brash chased it off though."
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Martin doesn't acknowledge Bigge and moves forward to the stalls,
"Mom I'm going to punch a goblin..."
He says as he moves into the crowd, he'll look into every tent as he goes by , looking for what they have and for anyone in a similar tunic to the one he has tucked away.
Marrin-Martin, perhaps getting too deep into their new role fails to really notice anything besides the overall sights and sounds of the Lintoll Fair around them.
They do walk past a stall selling blue-frosted cupcakes and next to that a medium sized blue and brown striped tent. A shiny sign, sparking in the morning sunlight, indicate that this is "Punch a Goblin" tent. A human Lintoll carnie, in a yellow tunic looks down at Marrin-Martin and smiles. He has the same complexion and hair colouring of many of the locals Marrin-Martin has seen.
Being overwhelmed as she enters the area, Avaria tries to take in as much as she can. She's happy when Bigge stops them and heads right over, filling him in on everything that is going on. "Would you know why there would be some shapechanger around and what they would want from us? We don't really get it, they knew quite a bit, but I guess they could have read minds."
"You have a new recruit already? What are they like?" Avaria finds herself more paranoid then usual after last night, she can't shake the fact how easily they were infiltrated and attacked, and the fact they got away. Seeing that Marrin is keeping up with a disguise away from them, she instead describes the fabric to Bigge to hopefully have him keep an eye open as well.
When she leaves, she also looks around as best as she can, hoping to spy that fabric somewhere.
Perception 21
And trying to keep up with appearances, she heads into the first tent that seems to be larger than most (not the big top yet), so she can look around and participate.
Without pausing, Great Aunt Gillian hobbles straight for the bookseller.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Bigge's starts to look concerned and looks around at the fairgoers.
"Shapechangers?" he says quietly. "I'll be careful with the crew hires. The first was a bloke who used to sail on the Rose Marie before he came to blows with the old first mate. Should be solid enough."
When Avaria describes the fabric the new captain just shakes his head. "There's all sorts of outlandish get ups around here."
Avaria pauses at the tent Martin-Marrin is contemplating going into to find out what "Punch the Goblin" is all about when movement at the end of the lane catches her eye. It's not so much the movement as it's the colour of the movement. Heading into the big top are two wiry performers clad, head-to-toe, in tight fitting uniforms with what looks to be an identical pattern to the torn fabric she found last night.
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Ethel enters the same tent she saw Geffroi Desbiens enter; the small wooden sign staked into the ground out front reads Chapters and Verses. Parting the flap, Ethel stops when she sees what lies ahead of her. Inside the tent is a full library of books. From the outside, this looked like a smallish tent, maybe room for a couple of people and a bookshelf. But once inside she finds herself inside a large atrium, three stories of bookshelves rising up around her, with aisles extending into darkness.
A thin, tawny coloured tabaxi looks over a pair of reading glasses at Ethel and smiles.
"Welcome, welcome," the tabaxi says. "There aren't many who will enter this tent when there is so much excitement on hand out there."
Looking around, Ethel realizes she can't hear the outside world, and she appears to be alone with the tabaxi. There's no sign of Geffroi.
Being right beside 'Martin' before he heads into the tent, Ava grabs for his arm as she sees the colorful pattern on the two heading into the big top.
Through gritted teeth, she addresses Marrin and Jan under her breath as Ethel seems to have disappeared, "There," she nods in the direction of the big top, "Those two performers, cmon, lets check it out."
and without waiting for a response, Avaria heads to the big top.
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(That was so fun Marrin!)
Avaria is stunned to speechlessness as Marrin works her magic on her. Sitting as still as possible, she lets her friend do what is needed to try and disguise what she figures is someone that typically sticks out like a sore thumb.
Deception: 12
She laughs at Martin and Karin as they all join together. Looking for Ethel, she wonders what disguise she is going to have ready for them, assuming it will be better than her pirate disguise used earlier she remembers fondly.
Ava sticks to the back of the group as they head up to the tent and will follow what the rest want to do in terms of tickets.
Karen sniffs. "I don't know Martin, it seems rather overpriced to me. We have toys at home... Is this what you want to spend your birthday money from Great Aunt Gillian on? Are you sure?"
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Performance: 14
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"But mom it's the Lintoll! Those toys are from when I was a baby and you promised! All my birthday money, so I can get some food too!"
He points petulantly into the alley of events.
"How many events are in the fair? Do children have to be attended by adults, or is this a reputable enough establishment that my Martin will be safe if he wants to go on something that I don't?", Karen asks the ticket man. "We have only have the morning here, Martin, so you will have to decide which events you want to see the most, I don't want to hear any whining that we didn't get to something if you don't spend your time wisely."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
The halfling hops back up onto the counter and waves his hands towards the entrance to the Lintoll.
"What does the Lintoll have? Why you might as well ask what does the world have to offer? The big top never fails to entertain with the trapeze and knife throwers. Or what about the carousel, or dragonfly rides, the never-ending slides, or maybe just the house of illusions? The fortune tellers maybe? Or games of chance? The actors? They always have a new play or mock battle to please the crowds. Or maybe the young master wants to try his hand at the small stall games. Punch the goblin? Ring Toss? Wall Climb? Catch the Dragon by the Tail? Gnome Poetry? Wrestling? The Dance Off?"
He looks down closer at "Martin". "Fancy your chances at a staring contest with a cyclops? Or an eating contest? The giant snail races? Or perhaps mud wrestling."
He turns back to "Karen" "Of course there are the wandering dancers, singers and musicians but they don't need an extra entry. And the bakeries, confectioneries, breweries, cidery, and distillery are open to all, but far from free."
The halfling settles back behind the counter again.
"And feel free to peruse the merchant stalls. They have the rarest of spices and trinkets from across all of Faerun. In fact, there's nothing the greatest of the cities have that you couldn't find somewhere in here."
Martin nods along with the halfling,
"Mom. I need to punch a goblin."
But is really wondering about the gnome poetry.
"You'll end up catching something from it dear. We'll take the day pass for Martin, and just the eight for me.", Karen counts out 18 silver to the halfling.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Avaria's eyes go wide as she listens to all the different options at the Lintoll. This seemed like a dream... no wait, probably closer to a nightmare. How were they going to find the one they were looking for?
She steps up to the counter once the other two are finished and plops down a gold coin, hoping the halfling just understands what she wants.
Great Aunt Gillian accompanies the others to the Lintoll, falling behind occasionally before hobbling along to catch up. Fantastically old and hunched over her walking stick, the poor old woman's eyes are glazed with cataracts as she struggles to take in the colorful scenery. He skin has the look of wrinkled wax paper, covered in liver spots.
She has blank, somewhat vacant expression on her face as she silently slides two gold pieces across the counter for the VIP pass.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The halfling happily accepts the coins and hands out the tickets in return. He then hands each of the ticket holders a rainbow coloured wrist band.
“You’d be surprised how many try to sneak in without buying a ticket,” the halfling says seriously. "These help the brigade spot who's paid and who hasn't."
Once the wristbands are affixed, he waves you through the gate.
Almost immediately, giant, singing flowers burst from the ground along the edges of the laneway and begin to serenade the group with a lively song. Unfortunately it’s in ‘flowerish’ and you can’t understand a word of it but the tune is pleasant.
A long lane stretches out ahead of the group. A multitude of colourful, small tents and stalls line the lane. A handful of narrower branching lanes split off from the main one. At the end of the long lane, sits the Big Top. The roof of this tent reaches toward the sky in three swooping peaks topped with spinning gold stars. Painted wooden panels on the tent walls whirl with colorful motion. From this distance you can’t make out what the images are but suspect they display vibrant circus performances. The sound of music and laughter drifts out through the canvas door.
Music from the calliope you heard earlier sounds louder down a side lane.
A twelve-foot-tall walking tree garlanded in golden ribbons marches down the thoroughfare. On closer examination you all realize it’s not a tree but a stilt walker in an incredibly realistic tree costume. Emerald clouds swirl above the tree and rain down golden, spinning sycamore seeds. Several fair-going children try to catch the seeds before they hit the ground. As the seeds gently fall, a chatty squirrel scampers along the boughs of the tree costume, handing dandelions to random passersby.
Only a few steps into the Lintoll, you see a rather mundane stall set up, little more than a table, a canvas roof and a keg of beer. It looks out of place amid all the colourful and whimsical tents and stalls further down the lane. But it quickly becomes apparent why. Seated on one side of the table is the once quarter master, now captain, Erran Bigge. He waves a hand over at the group of you.
“Figured everyone in town is likely to come through that gate. I’ve already found one new crew member.”
Further down the lane you spot another familiar figure disappearing into a merchant’s shop. The nervous gait and skittish mannerisms of Geffroi Desbiens are unmistakeable. It looks like he’s gone inside a bookseller.
Mixed among the visitors to the Lintoll you spot a couple of large figures wearing black plate armour, large maces hanging at their waists. The black plate might look ominous if not for the painted on stars and sparkles. These figures don’t partake in any of the festivities but instead appear to be keeping an eye on the crowds.
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Everything the halfling described is available and easy to find. If there's something specific one of you is looking for, you can probably find it, including somewhere that sells ink. Otherwise, all you have to go on at this point is the checkered-jester like cloth.
"A keen eye, Mister Bigge. What gave us away?" Jan-Karen starts to fill him in on the attack at the inn last night, but pauses.
"Ava dear, are you able to confirm this is OUR Mister Bigge?"
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"Oh, I was waving at this one," he says, lowering his voice, indicating Avaria. "Almost didn't recognize you when you came in. I thought maybe you were dressed up for the fair. Is this the rest of your group."
He looks around a little more.
"That's worrisome," he says when he gets the first few words about the attack. "We didn't get attacked but we did have an intruder last night. Some flying golem or whatnot. Brash chased it off though."
"Yeah, that was mine. New friend. It was supposed to be invisible, just wanted to check and make sure nothing bad had gone down at the ship."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Martin doesn't acknowledge Bigge and moves forward to the stalls,
"Mom I'm going to punch a goblin..."
He says as he moves into the crowd, he'll look into every tent as he goes by , looking for what they have and for anyone in a similar tunic to the one he has tucked away.
Perception: 5
Marrin-Martin, perhaps getting too deep into their new role fails to really notice anything besides the overall sights and sounds of the Lintoll Fair around them.
They do walk past a stall selling blue-frosted cupcakes and next to that a medium sized blue and brown striped tent. A shiny sign, sparking in the morning sunlight, indicate that this is "Punch a Goblin" tent. A human Lintoll carnie, in a yellow tunic looks down at Marrin-Martin and smiles. He has the same complexion and hair colouring of many of the locals Marrin-Martin has seen.
"Fancy your chances, lad?"
Being overwhelmed as she enters the area, Avaria tries to take in as much as she can. She's happy when Bigge stops them and heads right over, filling him in on everything that is going on. "Would you know why there would be some shapechanger around and what they would want from us? We don't really get it, they knew quite a bit, but I guess they could have read minds."
"You have a new recruit already? What are they like?" Avaria finds herself more paranoid then usual after last night, she can't shake the fact how easily they were infiltrated and attacked, and the fact they got away. Seeing that Marrin is keeping up with a disguise away from them, she instead describes the fabric to Bigge to hopefully have him keep an eye open as well.
When she leaves, she also looks around as best as she can, hoping to spy that fabric somewhere.
Perception 21
And trying to keep up with appearances, she heads into the first tent that seems to be larger than most (not the big top yet), so she can look around and participate.
Without pausing, Great Aunt Gillian hobbles straight for the bookseller.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Bigge's starts to look concerned and looks around at the fairgoers.
"Shapechangers?" he says quietly. "I'll be careful with the crew hires. The first was a bloke who used to sail on the Rose Marie before he came to blows with the old first mate. Should be solid enough."
When Avaria describes the fabric the new captain just shakes his head. "There's all sorts of outlandish get ups around here."
Avaria pauses at the tent Martin-Marrin is contemplating going into to find out what "Punch the Goblin" is all about when movement at the end of the lane catches her eye. It's not so much the movement as it's the colour of the movement. Heading into the big top are two wiry performers clad, head-to-toe, in tight fitting uniforms with what looks to be an identical pattern to the torn fabric she found last night.
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Ethel enters the same tent she saw Geffroi Desbiens enter; the small wooden sign staked into the ground out front reads Chapters and Verses. Parting the flap, Ethel stops when she sees what lies ahead of her. Inside the tent is a full library of books. From the outside, this looked like a smallish tent, maybe room for a couple of people and a bookshelf. But once inside she finds herself inside a large atrium, three stories of bookshelves rising up around her, with aisles extending into darkness.
A thin, tawny coloured tabaxi looks over a pair of reading glasses at Ethel and smiles.
"Welcome, welcome," the tabaxi says. "There aren't many who will enter this tent when there is so much excitement on hand out there."
Looking around, Ethel realizes she can't hear the outside world, and she appears to be alone with the tabaxi. There's no sign of Geffroi.
"What can I help you with?"
Martin startles on being addressed but manages a squeaky,
"Yes."
Martin heads in to try and punch a goblin.
Being right beside 'Martin' before he heads into the tent, Ava grabs for his arm as she sees the colorful pattern on the two heading into the big top.
Through gritted teeth, she addresses Marrin and Jan under her breath as Ethel seems to have disappeared, "There," she nods in the direction of the big top, "Those two performers, cmon, lets check it out."
and without waiting for a response, Avaria heads to the big top.