Marley hears a voice in his head, "thank you for the invitation, I will gladly accept." She stows the pad and ink supplies in a pouch slung under her shoulder, except the just completed sketch. To the entire party she introduces herself aloud "I am Aquila, thank you... he least I can offer in exchange for your generosity," and she slides the completed sketch towards Marley.
Aquila speaks to the barmaid, who has trouble understanding her accent. She asks for a cocktail the barmaid is unfamiliar with, and gives her precise instructions how to mix the concoction properly. "It really is quite a simple drink, I'm sure the fellow behind the bar can make an approximation that will be palatable."
Marley is both unnerved and intrigued by the voice in his head. Giving Aquila a long look as he takes the sketch, he then studies it for a few moments, puffing on his pipe. Finally he says quietly, "This is very good, well met Aquila... I am called Marley."
Aquila takes a sip, and commends the preparation of the cocktail to the barmaid.
The voice continues in Marley's head, "Forgive me, but your customs are new to me as are these drinks. I am a refugee in these lands, forced to board a ship bound for beyond the horizons. Where I come from nothing is hidden, here, all seem evasive and protective of their thoughts. I must ask, what brings you and your comrades together? Such an unusual band you make. You may answer me with your thoughts, if you wish."
Still uncomfortable with the voice in his head, Marley listens intently, nevertheless fascinated by this strange turn of events.
He tries to clear his mind and think of a reply. "Fate..." he ventures out loud, yet hesitantly after a long pause. "Fate has brought us together." Meaning it as a reply to Aquila's question, he realizes as he speaks the words that they might also apply to the party meeting Aquila here.
Sam says "My name is Sam, Sam Goodfellow. We're adventures on a little break for the moment. Our good friend just... Well he's on another adventure. What is your name miss?"
"Sam, a lovely and simple name. I am Aquila... I come from beyond the wide waters." Her accent is full of syballince and soft vowels. "I was trained as an artist... but my abilities to see my subjects without their veil of self pretense earned me a powerful enemy... and I was politely asked to leave and ushered to the docks." She pauses, "Forgive me, I am often told in these lands that I am too forward."
Marely hears the soft voice again "Our fate is to suffer... by creating beauty I escape the inevitable tragedy of existence...Suffering, wherever and however it exists, is my adversary." Aquila meets Marley's eyes, with a gaze that seems to see beyond his physical form.
Marley nods and averts his eyes, taking a long drink of ale before resuming his study of the sketch. Then noticing that his pipe has gone out, he proceeds to take his time repacking it with tobacco. "Perhaps we should have some food?" he suggests, then calls the halfling over again when she seems available.
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Maz makes a hurried introduction to Aquila before he darts to sign up for open mic.
Maz would use this as an opportunity to test the ballad he’s been writing of Crunch’s wonder. It is a simple pan flute song that escalates as he continues, ultimately climaxing in blasts of deep tones mixed with soothing high notes to match the Goddess.
Maz makes a hurried introduction to Aquila before he darts to sign up for open mic.
Maz would use this as an opportunity to test the ballad he’s been writing of Crunch’s wonder. It is a simple pan flute song that escalates as he continues, ultimately climaxing in blasts of deep tones mixed with soothing high notes to match the Goddess.
performance: 17
I am going to assume you did not use the flute of the sewers....
You give a good performance and it seems the crowd does not mind a story about a fellow adventurer. You earn your 50 gold back plus an additional 50 gold.
"Fare well, Mickey!" Marley raises his ale in a toast as Mickey and Donald get up to leave. "It's been an honor to fight beside you, may our paths cross again." he takes a long drink of ale, then adds, "And tell your aunt thank you."
Aquila sips @ her cocktail, listening to the Bard's song, picturing Crunchface's exploits with the party. It is clear to her that he was a magic user of some talent, just as she fancies herself.
She looks around the table. She feels oddly comfortable for the first time in a while, as these strangers didn't recoil when she connected telepathically.
"Maz, that was a lovely song..." she says in her delicate accent.
Marley digs into his food when it arrives, eating heartily and then talking with his mouth full. "Aquila, you seem like a woman of many talents... we could use someone like that. As you know we just lost two of our company... Crunchface and now Mickey too." He looks around the table to see how the others react.
"You flatter me, but you do not know me... I indeed have capabilities that are beyond most people's capabilities, let alone their imagination." She smiles warmly @ Marley, and wipes her hair out of her eyes, now narrowing with serious intent. "Fate has indeed brought me across the wide waters, to this very table... but I will not fritter away my time and talents on the pursuit of treasures for the mere sake of accumulating wealth..."
She looks towards Sam and Maz, still with an inviting warmth, countered by the smoldering intensity of her gaze.
Maz raises an eyebrow “well, treasure isn’t the only claim to stake.” He smiles “consider the legacy of yourself.” He gestures to the tavern around them. “Your story could be sung here, in the halls of kings, anywhere! It is just yet to be written.” He leans back day dreaming of what maybe his own story might sound like some day.
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"If songs were to be sung," her eyes brightening as she responds to Maz, "let them sing of the beauty that spreads over the suffering Fate delivers to this material incarnation... for that would be worthy of remberance and celebration."
She waves her hand and in in the center of the table and in dome about 12" wide, colors of wondrous hues begin swirling and sparkling in an intertwined dance rise and fall playfully.24performance art
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Marley hears a voice in his head, "thank you for the invitation, I will gladly accept." She stows the pad and ink supplies in a pouch slung under her shoulder, except the just completed sketch. To the entire party she introduces herself aloud "I am Aquila, thank you... he least I can offer in exchange for your generosity," and she slides the completed sketch towards Marley.
Aquila speaks to the barmaid, who has trouble understanding her accent. She asks for a cocktail the barmaid is unfamiliar with, and gives her precise instructions how to mix the concoction properly. "It really is quite a simple drink, I'm sure the fellow behind the bar can make an approximation that will be palatable."
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The bar maid rather confused walks away and returns a few minutes later with a near perfect replica.
Marley is both unnerved and intrigued by the voice in his head. Giving Aquila a long look as he takes the sketch, he then studies it for a few moments, puffing on his pipe. Finally he says quietly, "This is very good, well met Aquila... I am called Marley."
Aquila takes a sip, and commends the preparation of the cocktail to the barmaid.
The voice continues in Marley's head, "Forgive me, but your customs are new to me as are these drinks. I am a refugee in these lands, forced to board a ship bound for beyond the horizons. Where I come from nothing is hidden, here, all seem evasive and protective of their thoughts. I must ask, what brings you and your comrades together? Such an unusual band you make. You may answer me with your thoughts, if you wish."
Still uncomfortable with the voice in his head, Marley listens intently, nevertheless fascinated by this strange turn of events.
He tries to clear his mind and think of a reply. "Fate..." he ventures out loud, yet hesitantly after a long pause. "Fate has brought us together." Meaning it as a reply to Aquila's question, he realizes as he speaks the words that they might also apply to the party meeting Aquila here.
Sam says "My name is Sam, Sam Goodfellow. We're adventures on a little break for the moment. Our good friend just... Well he's on another adventure. What is your name miss?"
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"Sam, a lovely and simple name. I am Aquila... I come from beyond the wide waters." Her accent is full of syballince and soft vowels. "I was trained as an artist... but my abilities to see my subjects without their veil of self pretense earned me a powerful enemy... and I was politely asked to leave and ushered to the docks." She pauses, "Forgive me, I am often told in these lands that I am too forward."
Marely hears the soft voice again "Our fate is to suffer... by creating beauty I escape the inevitable tragedy of existence...Suffering, wherever and however it exists, is my adversary." Aquila meets Marley's eyes, with a gaze that seems to see beyond his physical form.
Marley nods and averts his eyes, taking a long drink of ale before resuming his study of the sketch. Then noticing that his pipe has gone out, he proceeds to take his time repacking it with tobacco. "Perhaps we should have some food?" he suggests, then calls the halfling over again when she seems available.
A bar maid wanders over. A human this time.
Mickey: I got this you want the special trust me. We will take an order for the table and another round of drinks. Bill my aunt."
Barmaid "And should I know you?"
Donald "My mom."
Barmaid"Oh hi Donald you got it!" She hurries off.
Donald "We go to go Mick boat leaves with the tide"
Mickey "But we just.... ok fine your right. See y'all next time good luck maybe we will work together again some day"
The two get up and leaves.
Maz makes a hurried introduction to Aquila before he darts to sign up for open mic.
Maz would use this as an opportunity to test the ballad he’s been writing of Crunch’s wonder. It is a simple pan flute song that escalates as he continues, ultimately climaxing in blasts of deep tones mixed with soothing high notes to match the Goddess.
performance: 11
I am going to assume you did not use the flute of the sewers....
You give a good performance and it seems the crowd does not mind a story about a fellow adventurer. You earn your 50 gold back plus an additional 50 gold.
"Fare well, Mickey!" Marley raises his ale in a toast as Mickey and Donald get up to leave. "It's been an honor to fight beside you, may our paths cross again." he takes a long drink of ale, then adds, "And tell your aunt thank you."
DM: Going to let y'all RP how you want to see where things go. If we still out I'll step in with a catalyst.
Aquila sips @ her cocktail, listening to the Bard's song, picturing Crunchface's exploits with the party. It is clear to her that he was a magic user of some talent, just as she fancies herself.
She looks around the table. She feels oddly comfortable for the first time in a while, as these strangers didn't recoil when she connected telepathically.
"Maz, that was a lovely song..." she says in her delicate accent.
“Thank you kindly.” He pants, a bit out a breath. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
(That would have been a scene 😂)
Marley digs into his food when it arrives, eating heartily and then talking with his mouth full. "Aquila, you seem like a woman of many talents... we could use someone like that. As you know we just lost two of our company... Crunchface and now Mickey too." He looks around the table to see how the others react.
"You flatter me, but you do not know me... I indeed have capabilities that are beyond most people's capabilities, let alone their imagination." She smiles warmly @ Marley, and wipes her hair out of her eyes, now narrowing with serious intent. "Fate has indeed brought me across the wide waters, to this very table... but I will not fritter away my time and talents on the pursuit of treasures for the mere sake of accumulating wealth..."
She looks towards Sam and Maz, still with an inviting warmth, countered by the smoldering intensity of her gaze.
Maz raises an eyebrow “well, treasure isn’t the only claim to stake.” He smiles “consider the legacy of yourself.” He gestures to the tavern around them. “Your story could be sung here, in the halls of kings, anywhere! It is just yet to be written.” He leans back day dreaming of what maybe his own story might sound like some day.
"If songs were to be sung," her eyes brightening as she responds to Maz, "let them sing of the beauty that spreads over the suffering Fate delivers to this material incarnation... for that would be worthy of remberance and celebration."
She waves her hand and in in the center of the table and in dome about 12" wide, colors of wondrous hues begin swirling and sparkling in an intertwined dance rise and fall playfully.24performance art