Slate looks at the scene before him and smiles to himself. It reminded him of his old group feasting before battle. That memory gives Slate a warm, fuzzy feeling as he reaches for a cup of mead like he used to do before but stops short of drinking as that means taking off his helmet so he just holds onto the mug. Slate clears his throat before speaking.
"You have my thanks Karl and Ingrid," Slate replies. "I'm known as Slate and I was wondering if I can do anything to repay your kindness? Perhaps there is some work you would like done before the holidays?"
Quin raises a inquisative eyebrow in response to Ingrids statement. He wondered if the lady had heard Diego's voice inside his head and if she had how. He decided from now on he was going to keep a closer eye on the inn keeper.
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Calamus notices the trodden on toy soldier on the floor, so picks it up and inspects it for damage, unusual marks, signatures or internal mechanics. With the pliers from his Lockpicking Tools he attempts to repair any simple damage to the toy, returning it to Fritz upon completion.
@goldenpridez - Karl smiled, crossing his arms. "Thank you, Narisoa." He nods. "We take pleasure in making this place as comfortable as possible. Just like home." He would wak over, stepping on one of Fritz's toy soldiers. Ingrid would walk to the door, turning to face the Eladrin. "Indeed we are! The holiday's tomorrow, but it's tradition to celebrate the night before." She opened the door, a huge grin on her face to see who it was.
Nari nods her head at Karl before turning to watch Ingrid at the door. The swirls of gold in her eyes seem to light up at the mention of holidays and another toothy grin is sent in Ingrid's direction. "Well then, do let me know if you'd like some festive music." With a casual flick of the wrist, slender red fingers hold up a polished wooden panflute, red ribbons wound around each pipe around the center. "This beauty can carry quite the tune." The fondness in her voice is clear and her eyes rake over the instrument for a moment.
As the evening stretches on and the clock strikes seven. Karl looked over to Slate and Quin. "You could start by moving some of these chairs, the feast is coming soon!" He exclaimed, moving some chairs and tables in order to make room for their new guests. Ingrid looks over to Ryfus. "My guests will introduce themselves, I''m sure." Upon hearing the Eladrin's idea, she would happily clap her hands. "Music! That's just what we need! Nari, dear, thank you." She would pat Narisoa on the back, signaling to her other guests to prepare the area for the holiday feast.
@Azathool - The toy soldier, although being fairly damage, was easily fixable. Most of the machinery inside was unharmed. Due to Calamus' tools, the toy was good as new. "Wow! Thank you!" Fritz smiles, accepting the toy soldier and the small bearings that Loquitur dispensed. "So you have been in war! I knew it! I have to tell Burt and Bart about you!" Fritz would run, waiting at the door.
A few minutes after, the door to the inn opens to a bustle of holiday celebrants. Friends and relations of the Stahlbaums enter, carrying gifts and prepared foods while being followed by children. There is a cheer throughout the common room. The new guests are Pierre and Jean Merveilleus, two of Karl's best friends, Marc, the son of both Pierre and Jean. "Pierre! Jean! You've made it!" He laughs, walking towards hugging them. Behind the two men, Francine and Gerty Incroyach, wives and friends of Ingrid, entered followed by their sons, Burt and Bart.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Quin hurries to fulfill the request. Chairs scrape and tables clunk but soon the room is readied. Just in time as the crowd at the door comes rushing in.
“I am sorry Ingrid, I did not know you gave presents or food… but let me”; Motioning to Fritz, Calamus reaches out with his pliers and taps the toy soldier on the head, saying “One Two Three, One Two Three” in a marching-style voice. (/OOC The “white light“ fades from the last tinkered ball bearing on Loquitur.) Then showing Fritz, he taps the toy solder on the head with his finger, and the toy repeats the marching sound… “One Two Three, One Two Three”.
Looking around he notices the small inn had filled up; three prior guests, two Innkeepers, their two children, the six travellers (incl. him), and now the two new couples and their three children; Twenty in total. He had never been in such close contact with so many living humanoids before and felt slightly overwhelmed.
Maybe the five other recent newcomers; Nari, Rez, Slate, Ryfus and Quin would entertain the idea of forming a ”Squad”. Tinkering he was good at, but he was sorely pressed to understand the ins and outs of this “humanoid socializing” stuff. Leaving Loquitur to play with the young humanoids, he walked to a table where the others were, awkwardly sat (not something Warforged do often) and nodded his head towards them.
After helping Quinn with the tables Slate sits down and tries to find a moment to slip out and eat his food in private. While waiting for that moment to arrive he notices a warforged make their way to where he is sitting. Slate nods in acknowledgement and waves him over, waiting for Calamus to speak. As he listens to the warforged he is softly tapping his foot to Nari’s playing.
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Rezshrugs off the elf's non-response and settles in to an old and comfortable habit: smoking his old cherry pipe. While blowing thick rings of smoke, the half-orc leans back comfortably in his chair and takes in the movement and conversation that fills the room around him. (Perception 11)
"Ah, well done, Nari. Well done!" he calls out after hearing her ditty on the panflute.
The Eladrin finishes her performance with a bow, smiling in thanks at Rez when he calls out a compliment.
"Why thank you! Not my best performance I'm afraid, must still be a little rusty after all that walking through the cold." She tucks the panflute away once more before striding over to the table where Rez currently sits. As she makes her way over, she casts a glance back over at the newly arrived guests, another smile curling on her lips at the sight of children. She had always loved doing little light shows for them in other towns.
"Perhaps I'll do another performance later into the evening." She plops down on a seat beside Rez, the fire gleaming off of the scales on her cheeks.
Most of the room erupts with applaud from the Eladrin's festive tune, Ingrid especially. "Aha! Good show, good show!" She smiled, holding some plates of food and setting them down on the tables. "That must have exhausted you, dear. Come! Eat!" She gestured towards the unique foods she presented on the table. "All of you, supper is ready." She bowed, prancing back to the kitchen to retrieve more plates and silverware.
@Man_of_Dust - Layla applauds, the tune inspiring her to speak of her troubles. "My apologies for not responding to you." She took another sip of tea. "I am just troubled with my faith. My old home had terrible harvest this year, and they blamed the gods, and myself, for their lack of food." She wiped a small tear. "I'm considering losing my faith and living a new life." After this small speech, she goes right back to sipping her tea, looking miserable.
@Azathool - The boys were immediately impressed by this act of artificer magic. "Wow! It talks!" Burt would gasp, Fritz smirking over confidently. He then would tease the two boys over the newfound voice of the soldier. "Hah! This is just as good as Uncle Drosselmeyer's toys!" Fritz sneered, sticking his tongue out.
Suddenly, the clock rang once more, the time showing it was eight.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Loquitur enthusiastically claps two of his tentacles together after the performance, making a “clack clack” sound. “Nari, I am afraid my pet has more musical appreciation than I do. The beat of marching drums is the only music I have ever heard before today”.
Whilst he did not need to eat, he could “analyze” biological samples, both solid and liquid, and this seemed like an occasion where doing so might be seen as polite. Sampling small portions of the food he could detect the fats, proteins and carbohydrates, but it didn’t do much for him, and he would have to make sure to dispose of it at some point before it started to rot inside him.
As Ingrid passed close, Calamus asked her “Who is Uncle Drosselmeyer, and will he be here tonight”?
/OOC Constructed Resilience states; “You don’t need to eat, drink, or breathe”, not that you cannot. On account that Warforged can drink a potion of healing, eat a Goodberry or Hero’s Feast, my take is they can “sample” food a drink.
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Quin eagerly sits down and begins to fill both his plate and his mouth. He doesn't attempt to converse with any one. He finds that the silent conversation going on inside his head is hard enough to manage without adding the pressures of a real one. Even now he hears Diego's voice going on about how he misses food and how lucky Quin is for getting to enjoy this feast. Growing tired of his deceased friends incessant yammering, Quin pulls out a copper coin and begins proceeds to make it travel across the backside of his hand. The coin flipping over the back of each of his fingers before he brings it back across his palm only to send it back over his fingers again. The repetitive nature of the task and the concentration required to perform it helps Quin to drown out Diegos constant mental intrusion.
"Losing your faith...starting anew," repeats Rez thoughtfully in response to the elf's words.
The striking of the clock snaps the ranger out of his meditation upon what his new acquaintance has just revealed to him. Accepting his host's invitation, Rez makes his way toward the table, seats himself, and eyes the array of food before him. Not want to appear overly eager, he waits for the others before diving in.
With another bow at the applause, Nari moves across the room to the table of food. She also gives a nod of appreciation in Calamus' direction, eyeing his small companion curiously with a smile. She sniffs the air and looks over to Ingrid, "This smells wonderful!"
She glances around as the others begin to settle down into their own seats before serving herself a generous portion of food.
As Narisoa concludes her performance, Ryfus blinks and purrs his praise. She had me quite enthralled, hmm...
Intrigued by the strange new guests, he then decides to mingle with Quin and Rez - not yet introducing himself, but observing from a respectable distance.
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Quin slides into old habits as he looks about the room. A product of an environment where information is sometimes more valuable than gold he starts to study each of the guests looking for tells and hidden secrets.
(OCC: oops meant to post this before seeing the roll. Wasn't expecting much really much. Post was more for flavor and to keep the thread moving. Now I wish I'd been more specific seeing the roll result haha.)
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Slate looks at the scene before him and smiles to himself. It reminded him of his old group feasting before battle. That memory gives Slate a warm, fuzzy feeling as he reaches for a cup of mead like he used to do before but stops short of drinking as that means taking off his helmet so he just holds onto the mug. Slate clears his throat before speaking.
"You have my thanks Karl and Ingrid," Slate replies. "I'm known as Slate and I was wondering if I can do anything to repay your kindness? Perhaps there is some work you would like done before the holidays?"
Quin raises a inquisative eyebrow in response to Ingrids statement. He wondered if the lady had heard Diego's voice inside his head and if she had how. He decided from now on he was going to keep a closer eye on the inn keeper.
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Calamus notices the trodden on toy soldier on the floor, so picks it up and inspects it for damage, unusual marks, signatures or internal mechanics. With the pliers from his Lockpicking Tools he attempts to repair any simple damage to the toy, returning it to Fritz upon completion.
(23 Investigation Check, incl.tool prof. (+2))
(/OOC Sorry for multi-post, some weird output with d20+5+2, and also tooltip did not show for Thieves Tools)
Nari nods her head at Karl before turning to watch Ingrid at the door. The swirls of gold in her eyes seem to light up at the mention of holidays and another toothy grin is sent in Ingrid's direction. "Well then, do let me know if you'd like some festive music." With a casual flick of the wrist, slender red fingers hold up a polished wooden panflute, red ribbons wound around each pipe around the center. "This beauty can carry quite the tune." The fondness in her voice is clear and her eyes rake over the instrument for a moment.
As Ingrid opens the door and invites in Ryfus, Narisoa carefully tucks away her panflute and wiggles her fingers in his direction.
"Well good evening there! The name's Nari, short for Narisoa."
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
As the evening stretches on and the clock strikes seven. Karl looked over to Slate and Quin. "You could start by moving some of these chairs, the feast is coming soon!" He exclaimed, moving some chairs and tables in order to make room for their new guests. Ingrid looks over to Ryfus. "My guests will introduce themselves, I''m sure." Upon hearing the Eladrin's idea, she would happily clap her hands. "Music! That's just what we need! Nari, dear, thank you." She would pat Narisoa on the back, signaling to her other guests to prepare the area for the holiday feast.
@Azathool - The toy soldier, although being fairly damage, was easily fixable. Most of the machinery inside was unharmed. Due to Calamus' tools, the toy was good as new. "Wow! Thank you!" Fritz smiles, accepting the toy soldier and the small bearings that Loquitur dispensed. "So you have been in war! I knew it! I have to tell Burt and Bart about you!" Fritz would run, waiting at the door.
A few minutes after, the door to the inn opens to a bustle of holiday celebrants. Friends and relations of the Stahlbaums enter, carrying gifts and prepared foods while being followed by children. There is a cheer throughout the common room. The new guests are Pierre and Jean Merveilleus, two of Karl's best friends, Marc, the son of both Pierre and Jean. "Pierre! Jean! You've made it!" He laughs, walking towards hugging them. Behind the two men, Francine and Gerty Incroyach, wives and friends of Ingrid, entered followed by their sons, Burt and Bart.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Quin hurries to fulfill the request. Chairs scrape and tables clunk but soon the room is readied. Just in time as the crowd at the door comes rushing in.
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”Narisoa… Calamus…” the tabaxi replies, nodding to each in turn. He betrays the subtlest flicker of a smile. “A pleasure, I’m sure”
After a brief pause, he unclasps his cloak and, in a single motion, twirls it off his back and guides it onto a coat hook.
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
“I am sorry Ingrid, I did not know you gave presents or food… but let me”; Motioning to Fritz, Calamus reaches out with his pliers and taps the toy soldier on the head, saying “One Two Three, One Two Three” in a marching-style voice. (/OOC The “white light“ fades from the last tinkered ball bearing on Loquitur.) Then showing Fritz, he taps the toy solder on the head with his finger, and the toy repeats the marching sound… “One Two Three, One Two Three”.
Looking around he notices the small inn had filled up; three prior guests, two Innkeepers, their two children, the six travellers (incl. him), and now the two new couples and their three children; Twenty in total. He had never been in such close contact with so many living humanoids before and felt slightly overwhelmed.
Maybe the five other recent newcomers; Nari, Rez, Slate, Ryfus and Quin would entertain the idea of forming a ”Squad”. Tinkering he was good at, but he was sorely pressed to understand the ins and outs of this “humanoid socializing” stuff. Leaving Loquitur to play with the young humanoids, he walked to a table where the others were, awkwardly sat (not something Warforged do often) and nodded his head towards them.
Nari had nodded at Ryfus and spun around with a grin at Ingrid's words. She whipped out her panflute with a flourish, "Well then. Allow me."
She brought the polished instrument to her lips and played a festive tune.
(Performance w Panflute: 22)
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
After helping Quinn with the tables Slate sits down and tries to find a moment to slip out and eat his food in private. While waiting for that moment to arrive he notices a warforged make their way to where he is sitting. Slate nods in acknowledgement and waves him over, waiting for Calamus to speak. As he listens to the warforged he is softly tapping his foot to Nari’s playing.
Rez shrugs off the elf's non-response and settles in to an old and comfortable habit: smoking his old cherry pipe. While blowing thick rings of smoke, the half-orc leans back comfortably in his chair and takes in the movement and conversation that fills the room around him. (Perception 11)
"Ah, well done, Nari. Well done!" he calls out after hearing her ditty on the panflute.
The Eladrin finishes her performance with a bow, smiling in thanks at Rez when he calls out a compliment.
"Why thank you! Not my best performance I'm afraid, must still be a little rusty after all that walking through the cold." She tucks the panflute away once more before striding over to the table where Rez currently sits. As she makes her way over, she casts a glance back over at the newly arrived guests, another smile curling on her lips at the sight of children. She had always loved doing little light shows for them in other towns.
"Perhaps I'll do another performance later into the evening." She plops down on a seat beside Rez, the fire gleaming off of the scales on her cheeks.
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
Most of the room erupts with applaud from the Eladrin's festive tune, Ingrid especially. "Aha! Good show, good show!" She smiled, holding some plates of food and setting them down on the tables. "That must have exhausted you, dear. Come! Eat!" She gestured towards the unique foods she presented on the table. "All of you, supper is ready." She bowed, prancing back to the kitchen to retrieve more plates and silverware.
@Man_of_Dust - Layla applauds, the tune inspiring her to speak of her troubles. "My apologies for not responding to you." She took another sip of tea. "I am just troubled with my faith. My old home had terrible harvest this year, and they blamed the gods, and myself, for their lack of food." She wiped a small tear. "I'm considering losing my faith and living a new life." After this small speech, she goes right back to sipping her tea, looking miserable.
@Azathool - The boys were immediately impressed by this act of artificer magic. "Wow! It talks!" Burt would gasp, Fritz smirking over confidently. He then would tease the two boys over the newfound voice of the soldier. "Hah! This is just as good as Uncle Drosselmeyer's toys!" Fritz sneered, sticking his tongue out.
Suddenly, the clock rang once more, the time showing it was eight.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Loquitur enthusiastically claps two of his tentacles together after the performance, making a “clack clack” sound. “Nari, I am afraid my pet has more musical appreciation than I do. The beat of marching drums is the only music I have ever heard before today”.
Whilst he did not need to eat, he could “analyze” biological samples, both solid and liquid, and this seemed like an occasion where doing so might be seen as polite. Sampling small portions of the food he could detect the fats, proteins and carbohydrates, but it didn’t do much for him, and he would have to make sure to dispose of it at some point before it started to rot inside him.
As Ingrid passed close, Calamus asked her “Who is Uncle Drosselmeyer, and will he be here tonight”?
/OOC Constructed Resilience states; “You don’t need to eat, drink, or breathe”, not that you cannot. On account that Warforged can drink a potion of healing, eat a Goodberry or Hero’s Feast, my take is they can “sample” food a drink.
Quin eagerly sits down and begins to fill both his plate and his mouth. He doesn't attempt to converse with any one. He finds that the silent conversation going on inside his head is hard enough to manage without adding the pressures of a real one. Even now he hears Diego's voice going on about how he misses food and how lucky Quin is for getting to enjoy this feast. Growing tired of his deceased friends incessant yammering, Quin pulls out a copper coin and begins proceeds to make it travel across the backside of his hand. The coin flipping over the back of each of his fingers before he brings it back across his palm only to send it back over his fingers again. The repetitive nature of the task and the concentration required to perform it helps Quin to drown out Diegos constant mental intrusion.
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"Losing your faith...starting anew," repeats Rez thoughtfully in response to the elf's words.
The striking of the clock snaps the ranger out of his meditation upon what his new acquaintance has just revealed to him. Accepting his host's invitation, Rez makes his way toward the table, seats himself, and eyes the array of food before him. Not want to appear overly eager, he waits for the others before diving in.
With another bow at the applause, Nari moves across the room to the table of food. She also gives a nod of appreciation in Calamus' direction, eyeing his small companion curiously with a smile. She sniffs the air and looks over to Ingrid, "This smells wonderful!"
She glances around as the others begin to settle down into their own seats before serving herself a generous portion of food.
Noire Havensong | Harengon Archfey Warlock 6/Lore Bard 4 | Westmarch - Guild of the Phoenix (Discord)
Tanatari Crelieu | Kalashtar Druid 2 | Damian_May's Sleeping Gods
Jynx Starrkeep | Changling GOO Warlock 2 | Astien's Tyranny of Dragons
DM | Eberron Eternal (Discord)
As Narisoa concludes her performance, Ryfus blinks and purrs his praise. She had me quite enthralled, hmm...
Intrigued by the strange new guests, he then decides to mingle with Quin and Rez - not yet introducing himself, but observing from a respectable distance.
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
Quin slides into old habits as he looks about the room. A product of an environment where information is sometimes more valuable than gold he starts to study each of the guests looking for tells and hidden secrets.
Insight: 16
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(OCC: oops meant to post this before seeing the roll. Wasn't expecting much really much. Post was more for flavor and to keep the thread moving. Now I wish I'd been more specific seeing the roll result haha.)
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