You look intently at Calamus, and you feel as though what you see is what you get. Apart from the one small pouch Calamus took the pliers from (which you recognize as from a Thieves’ Tools kit) he carries nothing except his shield and spear on his back. You see no equipment of any kind. The steel land octopus Loquitur is so alien you can sense little except that it appears to have a mind of it’s own at least as intelligent as any pet dog you have seen, and it obeys Calamus’s verbal orders to the letter.
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.
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When Quin's eyes wonder over to Slate there are four things that strike him. The first thing is that the way Slate holds himself, his walking, when he picks stuff up, even the way he sits, you can tell that Slate used to be in some kind of militia. You deducted this from his posture, straight as an arrow. The second thing that strikes you as interesting is that although he gives off the feeling of a warrior he also seems to something else... you see it. A brief flash but you sure you see a holy symbol. Although you can't make out the God you know that Slate is a cleric. Another thing you notice is that Slate doesn't seem to be eating or drinking anything at the feast, in fact you notice that Slate is making an effort to cover himself completely. Not a sight of flesh can be seen from the hulking man. The final thing you notice is that Slate is ravenously hungry. Slate seems to be trying to find a moment to sneak away with a plate but os having a hard time trying to find that moment.
@MrJanuary812 - You glance around at some of the guests, some of the guest's more obvious features standing out to you. The people in the inn really had nothing to hide from everybody else, but it's clear that some of them were holding back. The Dwarf, Dorf Calbrace, looks to have a lot on his mind, just like the Elven woman who opened up to the group. Talking to him doesn't seem half-bad of an idea.
The clock strikes eight and the door to the inn blows open dramatically, letting in a cold wind and a flurry of snowflakes. A cloaked figure carrying an enormous bag enters ominously. The inn is silent for a moment. The figure shuts the door and pulls back its hood, revealing a grey-haired male half elf. He smiles warmly, his eyes, quite literally, sparkling. Karl Stahlbaum laughs and shouts “Drosselmeyer! You’ve arrived at last!” The half-elf, Drosselmeyer, nods and carries the heavy bag to the holiday tree. Clara, Fritz, and the other children crowd around him. “Godfather Drosselmeyer, what toys have you brought us?” they chant.
"Ah, my godchildren!" He hugs Clara and Fritz, and then stands up to hug the Stahlbaums. "I see that Ryfus made an arrival this year, as well." He laughed, patting the tabaxi on the back before returning back to the tree to delight the children with his toys.
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Quin can't help but grin a little as he looks about. It had been a long time since he had witnessed such comraderie. With Drosselmeyers entrance his grin grew into a full blown smile. Witnessing the mirth of the children and the obvious friend ship between the adults warmed his heart in a way he wasn't normally accustomed to. So much so that he didn't even realize the large grin spreading across his normally stoic face.
Interested in these “humanoid relations”, Calamus closely watches the interactions, and when an opening arrives approaches the newcomer “Drosselmeyer, I am Calamus, tinkerer and creator of objects myself”, and waves towards the toys he Drosselmeyer has brought.
Dorf's physical greeting all but knocks the tabaxi over, causing Ryfus' tail to spike in a characteristically feline manner. Still, he manages a smile - cordial, to mask his annoyance. Deciding to address matters closer to heart, he leans over to Master Stahlbaum and whispers: "Your generosity is as I remember it, and for that I commend you. Tell me... there was once a servant of this establishment named Thelise. Does she still work here?"
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Calamus looks around, feeling completely out of place. His kind could never mix with these flesh types. He had tried to communicate with them, tried to get a response… it felt like weeks, but maybe it was only minutes.. he didnt care.. calling his trusty pet, Calamus walked out of the door into the snow, leaving the fleshies behind. Maybe he escaped the small valley, maybe he froze in the cold snow, no one else will know but Calamus.
/OOC Hey, tried reaching out but no response. Was a cool idea, follow-through is nice. Look up “The Oath of Sangus” for further help. Withdrawing.
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/OOC Welcome back @DM, hope you had a wonderful thanksgiving !. Looking forward to getting back into cracking nuts :-)
When Quin's eyes wonder over to Slate there are four things that strike him. The first thing is that the way Slate holds himself, his walking, when he picks stuff up, even the way he sits, you can tell that Slate used to be in some kind of militia. You deducted this from his posture, straight as an arrow. The second thing that strikes you as interesting is that although he gives off the feeling of a warrior he also seems to something else... you see it. A brief flash but you sure you see a holy symbol. Although you can't make out the God you know that Slate is a cleric. Another thing you notice is that Slate doesn't seem to be eating or drinking anything at the feast, in fact you notice that Slate is making an effort to cover himself completely. Not a sight of flesh can be seen from the hulking man. The final thing you notice is that Slate is ravenously hungry. Slate seems to be trying to find a moment to sneak away with a plate but os having a hard time trying to find that moment.
@MrJanuary812 - You glance around at some of the guests, some of the guest's more obvious features standing out to you. The people in the inn really had nothing to hide from everybody else, but it's clear that some of them were holding back. The Dwarf, Dorf Calbrace, looks to have a lot on his mind, just like the Elven woman who opened up to the group. Talking to him doesn't seem half-bad of an idea.
The clock strikes eight and the door to the inn blows open dramatically, letting in a cold wind and a flurry of snowflakes. A cloaked figure carrying an enormous bag enters ominously. The inn is silent for a moment. The figure shuts the door and pulls back its hood, revealing a grey-haired male half elf. He smiles warmly, his eyes, quite literally, sparkling. Karl Stahlbaum laughs and shouts “Drosselmeyer! You’ve arrived at last!” The half-elf, Drosselmeyer, nods and carries the heavy bag to the holiday tree. Clara, Fritz, and the other children crowd around him. “Godfather Drosselmeyer, what toys have you brought us?” they chant.
"Ah, my godchildren!" He hugs Clara and Fritz, and then stands up to hug the Stahlbaums. "I see that Ryfus made an arrival this year, as well." He laughed, patting the tabaxi on the back before returning back to the tree to delight the children with his toys.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
[Well, that took long enough, I'm sorry everyone!]
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Quin can't help but grin a little as he looks about. It had been a long time since he had witnessed such comraderie. With Drosselmeyers entrance his grin grew into a full blown smile. Witnessing the mirth of the children and the obvious friend ship between the adults warmed his heart in a way he wasn't normally accustomed to. So much so that he didn't even realize the large grin spreading across his normally stoic face.
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Dorf's physical greeting all but knocks the tabaxi over, causing Ryfus' tail to spike in a characteristically feline manner. Still, he manages a smile - cordial, to mask his annoyance. Deciding to address matters closer to heart, he leans over to Master Stahlbaum and whispers: "Your generosity is as I remember it, and for that I commend you. Tell me... there was once a servant of this establishment named Thelise. Does she still work here?"
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