The group begins to make its way towards the three tents. As they get within about 100 feet of them, the wolf-like beast in the tent begins to stir and growl. From the other tent, the human in desert garb grabs his bone scimitars and steps out to see the group headed towards him. From the third tent another figure, an elf with tanned skin, steps out to see the rest of the group.
"Hold there!" The human calls out to the group as they get about 50 feet away. "Be you friend or foe?"
The wolf, now stood up and moving towards the human's side, seems to be almost as tall as him when on all fours.
Mara watched as the man grabbed his weapon, her hands moving to her sides to show that she was not hostile. It also looked better for her as she was one of the few in the group that did not have an obvious weapon.
Seeing the size of the wolf, Rumble eyes goes wide and distant as his mind flashes back in time. If no one has done anything by the time the earth genasi regains his senses (roughly half a minute later), he shakes himself first then starts rubbing his temple.
"I... ugh.. my head..." With one more shake, he refocuses on the wolf and says, "By my reckoning.. that's up to you. We're.... let's say new in town, 'nd we ain't fix'n to start any trouble. Now, I'm gonna drop my weapon now, and walk a bit closer, if that's alright? 'cause all this yell'n is kill'n my throat faster than those weapons of yers is. 'nd I don't think yer fix'n to attract more attention than that smoke of yers probably already has." He says before cracking a toothy grin.
Rumble pauses long enough for an answer. And if its positive enough, he'll slide the bone club from his belt and pass it over to Killian before slowly making his approach closer.
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The man keeps his scimitars gripped. "Step forward, earth man, so that we may talk." He says, lowering the weapons slightly, but ready to bring them up in case of a trick.
The large wolf seems to begin prowling slightly before the elf shakes her head at it. The wolf then returns to the human's side.
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Killian takes the club from Rumble "Be careful buddy." he says as Rumble walks closer to the duo. He holds the club down at his side with one hand and the staff in the other as he follows behind rumble about 10feet. Keeping an eye on the wolf and elf. motioning for the rest of the group to follow but to keep their distance for now.
"Ain't I always?"Rumble says quietly out the side of his mouth. He starts walking without really waiting for an answer. If he notices after awhile that Killian and the others had started to follow, Rumble glances back with a frown and hold up his hand in a halting motion. "Still dem legs for a bit. Don't worry. I really do got this. And yer better off back there anyways."He says, giving Killian and whoever followed him a meaningful look.
Afterwards, he turns to continue his approach until either the man stopped him, or he stood at least ten feet away from him. "Alright. Now we're getting some where. Names Rumble. Rumble Siltskin to some, though I'm not sure where the last name from. And, uhm..." He looks to the wolf. "Who are you friends?"He asks, seeming to genuinely be directing the question to the wolf.
Killian finds it hard to get a read on the elf and wolf initially...
"My name is Furrel." The wolf says in a deep voice, in common. staring down the genasi. The elf places a warning hand on the side of Furrel.
The man with the scimitars stows them on the leather cord he is using as a belt before stepping forward. "You may call me Kazziin, and he isEladell." Kazziin nods back to the elf. "If you are looking for charity, you are in the wrong place. If you wish to barter and trade, perhaps we can talk."
Killian stands 10 feet or so behind Rumble close enough to hear the conversation. He places Rumbles club through a strap on a satchel so that he can pull the seashells out. Walks to rumble and puts them in his hand, "try these" and he backs away 5 feet.
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Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
(Holy crap! He actually talked. I was just joking! XD)
"Pleasure meet'cha. All of ya." Rumble starts to smile toothily, only to stop after having glanced at the wolf. Thus, it was from then on he took greater care to keep from flashing them, and stood up straighter in spite of fatigue. "Much as we'd 'preciate any charity, I get that things here is tough enough as is."He says solemnly and methodically to better keep from showing his teeth. "And if I were to be honest, we ain't got much in the way to barter 'cept our-..." He stops and squint at Killian.
But with a shrug, he turns back to wolf and friends. "Shells, I s'pose. And maybe a service? To be frank, we were hope'n to find the closest thing to a town -- a, uh... gathering place for folk in this... huh... I guess locals and 'outsiders'. Or at the very least, any info you don't mind telling about yer home? Aside from all that, will trade either or fer whatever bit of food or containers you could spare."
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Mara watches things warily now that she had just seen the wolf speak. She had heard of animals given the abilty to speak through natural or magical means but had never seen it in person.
Stepping out from the side of the group, Dark keeps his arms and body relaxed but spreadis his wings wide one time to reveal his nature . “Good to meet you Furrel. My name is Dark. We are not from here. Are you from here? Or did you get here unnaturally like us?” Dark says to the wolf using deep speech.
Mara watches them talk and ifugres that it would be more a barter eith the supplies they have then with any kind of money. "If you wish to trde provisions then we do not have much asmI imagine with rhe sixe of our group compared to your own we will need as much water and rations as possible. We have a few other things but those are basic weapons and the like."
Rumble had nodded solemnly and had started to rub his head fiercely considering other options until Mara spoke up. "Yea." He snaps his fingers and points to Mara. "What she said. In fact--" Without thinking about it, Rumble starts motioning Mara closer to stand next to him. "This one here is Miss Mara. She's much better at this sort of thing, truth be told." He explains before sliding all but one shell into his own pouch.
"On the subject of town 'nd currency, mind tell'n me what this one might be worth?" He asks, holding it up in the air.
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Mara glares a bit at Rumble when he puts her on the spot like that but still moves closer, hoping that her new appearance does not startle the other group.
Seeing that his attempt to communicate with the wolf was unsuccessful, Dark slowly moves closer to the wolf. “Good to meet you Furrel. My name is Dark. We are not from here. Are you from here? Or did you get here unnaturally like us?” Dark says to the wolf. All the while preparing to take a dodge action if needed.
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DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
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(Want to ride Rumble or Killian's shoulder Darnell? :P)
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The group begins to make its way towards the three tents. As they get within about 100 feet of them, the wolf-like beast in the tent begins to stir and growl. From the other tent, the human in desert garb grabs his bone scimitars and steps out to see the group headed towards him. From the third tent another figure, an elf with tanned skin, steps out to see the rest of the group.
"Hold there!" The human calls out to the group as they get about 50 feet away. "Be you friend or foe?"
The wolf, now stood up and moving towards the human's side, seems to be almost as tall as him when on all fours.
Mara watched as the man grabbed his weapon, her hands moving to her sides to show that she was not hostile. It also looked better for her as she was one of the few in the group that did not have an obvious weapon.
Seeing the size of the wolf, Rumble eyes goes wide and distant as his mind flashes back in time. If no one has done anything by the time the earth genasi regains his senses (roughly half a minute later), he shakes himself first then starts rubbing his temple.
"I... ugh.. my head..." With one more shake, he refocuses on the wolf and says, "By my reckoning.. that's up to you. We're.... let's say new in town, 'nd we ain't fix'n to start any trouble. Now, I'm gonna drop my weapon now, and walk a bit closer, if that's alright? 'cause all this yell'n is kill'n my throat faster than those weapons of yers is. 'nd I don't think yer fix'n to attract more attention than that smoke of yers probably already has." He says before cracking a toothy grin.
Rumble pauses long enough for an answer. And if its positive enough, he'll slide the bone club from his belt and pass it over to Killian before slowly making his approach closer.
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"Whoa!" says Darnell, eyes wide.
"That's a big dog," he mutters, lowering his sling only slightly.
And that's all I have to say about that.
OOC: is the elf armed?
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
OOC: The elf does not appear to have any weapons.
The man keeps his scimitars gripped. "Step forward, earth man, so that we may talk." He says, lowering the weapons slightly, but ready to bring them up in case of a trick.
The large wolf seems to begin prowling slightly before the elf shakes her head at it. The wolf then returns to the human's side.
Keeping a close eye on the elf, Dark shifts to the edge of the group so that he can take flight if the situation goes bad.
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
Killian takes the club from Rumble "Be careful buddy." he says as Rumble walks closer to the duo. He holds the club down at his side with one hand and the staff in the other as he follows behind rumble about 10feet. Keeping an eye on the wolf and elf. motioning for the rest of the group to follow but to keep their distance for now.
Insight check on the elf and dog: 22
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
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Killian finds it hard to get a read on the elf and wolf initially...
"My name is Furrel." The wolf says in a deep voice, in common. staring down the genasi. The elf places a warning hand on the side of Furrel.
The man with the scimitars stows them on the leather cord he is using as a belt before stepping forward. "You may call me Kazziin, and he is Eladell." Kazziin nods back to the elf. "If you are looking for charity, you are in the wrong place. If you wish to barter and trade, perhaps we can talk."
Killian stands 10 feet or so behind Rumble close enough to hear the conversation. He places Rumbles club through a strap on a satchel so that he can pull the seashells out. Walks to rumble and puts them in his hand, "try these" and he backs away 5 feet.
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
(Holy crap! He actually talked. I was just joking! XD)
"Pleasure meet'cha. All of ya." Rumble starts to smile toothily, only to stop after having glanced at the wolf. Thus, it was from then on he took greater care to keep from flashing them, and stood up straighter in spite of fatigue. "Much as we'd 'preciate any charity, I get that things here is tough enough as is." He says solemnly and methodically to better keep from showing his teeth. "And if I were to be honest, we ain't got much in the way to barter 'cept our-..." He stops and squint at Killian.
But with a shrug, he turns back to wolf and friends. "Shells, I s'pose. And maybe a service? To be frank, we were hope'n to find the closest thing to a town -- a, uh... gathering place for folk in this... huh... I guess locals and 'outsiders'. Or at the very least, any info you don't mind telling about yer home? Aside from all that, will trade either or fer whatever bit of food or containers you could spare."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Mara watches things warily now that she had just seen the wolf speak. She had heard of animals given the abilty to speak through natural or magical means but had never seen it in person.
Stepping out from the side of the group, Dark keeps his arms and body relaxed but spreadis his wings wide one time to reveal his nature . “Good to meet you Furrel. My name is Dark. We are not from here. Are you from here? Or did you get here unnaturally like us?” Dark says to the wolf using deep speech.
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon
Furrel cocks his head at Dark. "I do not understand you." (Its voice is deep, doesn't speak Deep Speech ;-) )
Kazziin looks at the shells. "They are good for trade in the towns, but not with me." He says.
Mara watches them talk and ifugres that it would be more a barter eith the supplies they have then with any kind of money. "If you wish to trde provisions then we do not have much asmI imagine with rhe sixe of our group compared to your own we will need as much water and rations as possible. We have a few other things but those are basic weapons and the like."
Rumble had nodded solemnly and had started to rub his head fiercely considering other options until Mara spoke up. "Yea." He snaps his fingers and points to Mara. "What she said. In fact--" Without thinking about it, Rumble starts motioning Mara closer to stand next to him. "This one here is Miss Mara. She's much better at this sort of thing, truth be told." He explains before sliding all but one shell into his own pouch.
"On the subject of town 'nd currency, mind tell'n me what this one might be worth?" He asks, holding it up in the air.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Mara glares a bit at Rumble when he puts her on the spot like that but still moves closer, hoping that her new appearance does not startle the other group.
Seeing that his attempt to communicate with the wolf was unsuccessful, Dark slowly moves closer to the wolf. “Good to meet you Furrel. My name is Dark. We are not from here. Are you from here? Or did you get here unnaturally like us?” Dark says to the wolf. All the while preparing to take a dodge action if needed.
DM - New World (LMP), Shield of Bahamut
Darkwing Skyyykiller-Aarakocra Monk- Lost in the Endless Tower
Kabarr Caldera- Fire Genasi- Fighter - Cold Cash
Talley Tafoia-Genasi Cleric-Rising of the Accursed Dragon