Eila drops back into her seat after handing off her glassware, having only overhead precisely the wrong amount of their conversation. She also looks between Millicent and her mentor, considers the half-genasi for a moment, then back to Millicent. "Jade's correct, I'm able to officiate a marriage. I admit though I only know the Ilmatari sacrament, I've never presided over an Iounian wedding," she says, with absolute sincerity, "But if you and Elliðaey could grant me the time to look into the rites, it would be my honour to oversee your elopment."
"But if you and Elliðaey could grant me the time to look into the rites, it would be my honour to oversee your elopment."
Millicents entire manner suddenly became icy cold and brittle.
She snatched up her satchel holding it to her chest and swept away from the table towards the stairs, it almost seemed as if she had her lips pressed against something within it, whispering furiously.....
"... Ilmater's wounds, she hasn't told her yet, has she..." Eila murmurs through the hand she's pressed to her mouth, looking utterly mortified by this phenomenal misunderstanding. She casts a glance over to the dice table, hoping to all hope the din of the tavern kept their conversation out of earshot. She looks to Li-Anne and leans in, voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Neither of you say anything about this to Elliðaey. I don't think she knows Millicent's in love with her."
The evening is wearing on as Elliðaey and Fay sit at the dice table while their other companions get to know one another. Elliðaey is distracted by observing her opponents to see the conversation turn sour for the group. Fat on the other hand sees Millicent stomp off in a huff upstairs and Li-Anne take a perch on a barrel close to the group playing the dice game but pointedly over the shoulders of two of their three opponents! Observing the players while they finish their round Fay can be sure that the redheaded man and finely dressed blonde might be working the table together although the redheaded man lost the blonde woman won the round taking everyone's bet as the lanky bearded man bows out of the game completely with a considerably lighter purse!
"Are you playing this round then," the handsome mustachioed man asks Elliðaey and Fay.
Elliðaey gives a curt nod taking dice from his hand and Fay follows suit.
Elliðaey rolls her first dice as does her opponents.
OOC Fay without looking you can roll for d8 and we can continue the game.
Elliðaey 8
Redheaded man 4
Blonde woman 6
The rest of the party is left to observe or retire for the evening!
Millicent turns in for the night, her head a mess of clashing emotions and concepts, she curls up with a blanket over her, her satchel her pillow. She hears the others when they come up but doesn't react to their presence and drifts off to sleep to a lullaby only she can hear.....
"Yes, I think that'd be good. Come on." Eila pushes herself up to standing and blinks away the slight head rush. A bowl of stew is not enough to soak up that much ale. Once up the stairs, she spies Millicent's hair poking out from a blanket and does her best to stalk to the mattress nearest the loft's single window. Her chainmail jangles softly with each step like a pocketful of loose change. The priestess stops by the view of the sky to silently say her brief nightly devotions, praying primarily that her foot will extricate itself from her mouth overnight so she can face her new companions again come morning.
Jade, now assured the things are safely in hand, attends to her own evening devotions. Her prayers are overshadowed by the knowledge of things she has yet to do.
She looks over at Eila. "Tomorrow," she whispers, "Illmateri, please forgive the selfish extravagance of a (k)night unburdened."
The blonde gives Fay a withering look and says nothing. She's definitely hiding something. The handsome mustachioed man running the game smiles at Fay.
"No," the dealer says curtly which Fay believes. "Just lingering her until my friends arrive. Thought I'd get a game of chance going to make it at least an interesting wait," he adds. "These are locals however, " he says pointing at the now sour faced blonde and then her redheaded companion across the table from Elliðaey and Fay.
"Yes. Yes! Where are our manners my darling, " the stout redheaded human exclaims next. "Alastair Moore my lady and this lovely woman is my wife the Lady Alana," he introduces himself. "I'm the wine merchant here abouts. Always keen for a game of chance," he adds winking at Fay.
"Good evening, " Elliðaey bows her head only slightly. "Elliðaey Nygaar of the Scholars of Allsight," the monk introduces herself.
She then looks to Fay to choose her own introduction.
"Rounds one is thrown, " William, the mustachioed man, says. "Place your bets. Buy in was three silver," he then says having forgotten before.
Elliðaey places 3 silver and an additional 5 silver on the table for her bets.
The redheaded man glances at the blonde and pushes away his dice. The blonde sighs and sees Elliðaey's additional silver but bets not more than that. The betting falling to Fay to meet or raise before the next throw of the dice.
William Hill stands smiling at the women before pushing the pile, 6 gold with 12 silver which he changes into another gold and 2 silver, towards Elliðaey.
"Thank you but I think I'll retire to bed before my luck runs out," Elliðaey says pushing 3 silver at him. "Goodnight all," the monk says pushing herself up from the gaming table. "Come up whenever you like but remember we've got another full day's ride ahead and we're moving slower with the cart," she reminds Fay giving her friend a clap on the shoulder.
Using this gesture as a distraction Elliðaey slips Fay her gold and silver back into a pocket or pouch on her person with little effort. Elliðaey was happy to take the snobby locals money but not her companions.
Once upstairs Elliðaey finds the far door to the loft. Essentially it's the space tucked above the eaves protecting the front of the Broken Spoke but Mairam, the tavern keeper, had turned it into sleeping quarters with four mattress spread out beneath the low ceiling about 5ft height.
Elliðaey's six foot frame hunches over as the monk then drops to all fours crawling into the space. The monk removes her bracers and boots but leaves her traveling clothes on crawling into the mattress beside the sleeping Millicent. The warlock is clutching her usual tome to her chest as she sleeps. Elliðaey smiles at her longest consistent companion. She then pulls a woolen blanket over the human. It's a chilly night but the loft is snug and the heat rising up from the tavern below is also providing warmth. Laying back on the mattress and using her own cloak as a blanket, Elliðaey sighs using her inner matra as always like a lullaby to sleep. The monk repeats the words over and over in celestial until sleep finds her quickly.
OOC assuming Fay follows the party to rest for the night I'd like to move forward with the following day!
Sneaking near the snobbish Lady Alana Li-Anne using minor illusion makes a loud farther sound then a sudden noxious smell emanating from Lady Alana. Both William and Alistair burst out laughing while other patrons join in. No one seems the wiser to the druid's practical joke as she triumphantly scapers up the steps to the lofts diving into a plush sea of blankets and curling up to sleep. The comedy of errors below continues as the mortified Alana demands to know who targeted her with foul magic before leaving the tavern in a huff!
Fay witnesses the whole ordeal and finds it highly satisfying in retribution for whatever the "lady" seem to be trying to pull but Elliðaey's luck with the dice thwarted! The elf then retires to and finds a comfortable place to trance for her usual time.
Next day.....
Dawn comes soon enough on the late spring morning. The air is still very cold and the riafs outside Greenstone are begining to waken with the usual traffic. The party rises to smells of breakfast cooking and begin their day with their usual routine. Elliðaey is nearly the last to wake. The monk loves her vices and sleeping in is definitely one of them! Waking finally she smiles of her newly assembled party and greets them.
"Good morning," Elliðaey says fixing her braid loosened by sleep as she watches her party contentedly. "Nearly another whole day of travel ahead. I think, baring an event that will take away from our journey south, we should reach Candlekeep by nightfall," she explains having finished her braid.
Elliðaey then ties it up into a coiled bun on the crown of her head with it's sleek undercut skins shaved nearly bald! This hairstyle revealing even more of those tattoo-like streaks of charged fire from within her taut frame! Putting on her bracers and boots the monk then tromps downstairs to find a spare population of overnight guests enjoying their breakfast.
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Jade goes about her normal morning routine, and allows Eila to follow hers, until the cleric appears ready to head down to breakfast. Before she can do so, Jade interrupts, head bowed and using the measured voice of the paladin rather than the more natural one from dinner.
"Painbearer, the supplicant requests penance so that she may seek absolution for her sin."
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Jade looks away and unconsciously fidgets with her hands. She's clearly misjudged and obviously overstepped.
"Painbearer Forthall typically works in the infirmary at the Baldur's Gate temple..."
Jade looks up at Eila with no small amount of concern.
"...when she's not too busy placing herself in harm's way."
Eila drops back into her seat after handing off her glassware, having only overhead precisely the wrong amount of their conversation. She also looks between Millicent and her mentor, considers the half-genasi for a moment, then back to Millicent. "Jade's correct, I'm able to officiate a marriage. I admit though I only know the Ilmatari sacrament, I've never presided over an Iounian wedding," she says, with absolute sincerity, "But if you and Elliðaey could grant me the time to look into the rites, it would be my honour to oversee your elopment."
" A noble calling."
" You don't approve? Of her placing herself in harms way?"
" She seems strong....well tough...I suppose is a better term."
" What do you think of our forest friends?"
She wiggled her little finger in the air winking the candles out on the windowsill nearby one by one with a dreamy expression.
Millicents entire manner suddenly became icy cold and brittle.
She snatched up her satchel holding it to her chest and swept away from the table towards the stairs, it almost seemed as if she had her lips pressed against something within it, whispering furiously.....
Jade raises her eyebrows at Eila.
"I...I'm not sure she was quite ready to have that out in the open."
"... Ilmater's wounds, she hasn't told her yet, has she..." Eila murmurs through the hand she's pressed to her mouth, looking utterly mortified by this phenomenal misunderstanding. She casts a glance over to the dice table, hoping to all hope the din of the tavern kept their conversation out of earshot. She looks to Li-Anne and leans in, voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Neither of you say anything about this to Elliðaey. I don't think she knows Millicent's in love with her."
Li-Anne takes a look at Elia licking the spoon clean.
"It's not my business to stick my nose in anyone love life... And neither it should be yours."
She puts the spoon back into the bowl and just shakes her head with disbelief. And moves away to watch the game from safe distance.
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
"and this is why we should stop at two pints," Jade mutters under her breath.
The evening is wearing on as Elliðaey and Fay sit at the dice table while their other companions get to know one another. Elliðaey is distracted by observing her opponents to see the conversation turn sour for the group. Fat on the other hand sees Millicent stomp off in a huff upstairs and Li-Anne take a perch on a barrel close to the group playing the dice game but pointedly over the shoulders of two of their three opponents! Observing the players while they finish their round Fay can be sure that the redheaded man and finely dressed blonde might be working the table together although the redheaded man lost the blonde woman won the round taking everyone's bet as the lanky bearded man bows out of the game completely with a considerably lighter purse!
"Are you playing this round then," the handsome mustachioed man asks Elliðaey and Fay.
Elliðaey gives a curt nod taking dice from his hand and Fay follows suit.
Elliðaey rolls her first dice as does her opponents.
OOC Fay without looking you can roll for d8 and we can continue the game.
Elliðaey 8
Redheaded man 4
Blonde woman 6
The rest of the party is left to observe or retire for the evening!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Jade turns to Eila and stands.
"I think you've probably had enough for one night." She whispers, gently and without reproach.
"Are you coming up to bed?"
Millicent turns in for the night, her head a mess of clashing emotions and concepts, she curls up with a blanket over her, her satchel her pillow. She hears the others when they come up but doesn't react to their presence and drifts off to sleep to a lullaby only she can hear.....
"Yes, I think that'd be good. Come on." Eila pushes herself up to standing and blinks away the slight head rush. A bowl of stew is not enough to soak up that much ale. Once up the stairs, she spies Millicent's hair poking out from a blanket and does her best to stalk to the mattress nearest the loft's single window. Her chainmail jangles softly with each step like a pocketful of loose change. The priestess stops by the view of the sky to silently say her brief nightly devotions, praying primarily that her foot will extricate itself from her mouth overnight so she can face her new companions again come morning.
Jade, now assured the things are safely in hand, attends to her own evening devotions. Her prayers are overshadowed by the knowledge of things she has yet to do.
She looks over at Eila. "Tomorrow," she whispers, "Illmateri, please forgive the selfish extravagance of a (k)night unburdened."
The blonde gives Fay a withering look and says nothing. She's definitely hiding something. The handsome mustachioed man running the game smiles at Fay.
"No," the dealer says curtly which Fay believes. "Just lingering her until my friends arrive. Thought I'd get a game of chance going to make it at least an interesting wait," he adds. "These are locals however, " he says pointing at the now sour faced blonde and then her redheaded companion across the table from Elliðaey and Fay.
"Yes. Yes! Where are our manners my darling, " the stout redheaded human exclaims next. "Alastair Moore my lady and this lovely woman is my wife the Lady Alana," he introduces himself. "I'm the wine merchant here abouts. Always keen for a game of chance," he adds winking at Fay.
"Good evening, " Elliðaey bows her head only slightly. "Elliðaey Nygaar of the Scholars of Allsight," the monk introduces herself.
She then looks to Fay to choose her own introduction.
"Rounds one is thrown, " William, the mustachioed man, says. "Place your bets. Buy in was three silver," he then says having forgotten before.
Elliðaey places 3 silver and an additional 5 silver on the table for her bets.
The redheaded man glances at the blonde and pushes away his dice. The blonde sighs and sees Elliðaey's additional silver but bets not more than that. The betting falling to Fay to meet or raise before the next throw of the dice.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Elliðaey nods and sees Fay's bet but the blonde seems to hesitate before she produces the gold from an inner pocket of her robes.
"Ambitious," William exclaims gesturing for that remaining players to roll their second dice, a d6.
Elliðaey 6
Alana 3
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"We don't get the pleasure of your name yet you ask us questions," Alana huffs loudly tossing her final dice.
Alana 2
"I suppose small town welcomes are a thing of the past," Elliðaey retorts winking at Fay and tossing her final dice too.
Elliðaey 1
Which just left the ranger to throw.
Fay 4
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Collective scores:
Elliðaey 8 + 6 + 2 = 16 *winner*
Fay 7 + 4 (originally rolled) + 4 = 15
Lady Alana 6 + 3 + 1 = 10
William Hill stands smiling at the women before pushing the pile, 6 gold with 12 silver which he changes into another gold and 2 silver, towards Elliðaey.
"Thank you but I think I'll retire to bed before my luck runs out," Elliðaey says pushing 3 silver at him. "Goodnight all," the monk says pushing herself up from the gaming table. "Come up whenever you like but remember we've got another full day's ride ahead and we're moving slower with the cart," she reminds Fay giving her friend a clap on the shoulder.
Using this gesture as a distraction Elliðaey slips Fay her gold and silver back into a pocket or pouch on her person with little effort. Elliðaey was happy to take the snobby locals money but not her companions.
Once upstairs Elliðaey finds the far door to the loft. Essentially it's the space tucked above the eaves protecting the front of the Broken Spoke but Mairam, the tavern keeper, had turned it into sleeping quarters with four mattress spread out beneath the low ceiling about 5ft height.
Elliðaey's six foot frame hunches over as the monk then drops to all fours crawling into the space. The monk removes her bracers and boots but leaves her traveling clothes on crawling into the mattress beside the sleeping Millicent. The warlock is clutching her usual tome to her chest as she sleeps. Elliðaey smiles at her longest consistent companion. She then pulls a woolen blanket over the human. It's a chilly night but the loft is snug and the heat rising up from the tavern below is also providing warmth. Laying back on the mattress and using her own cloak as a blanket, Elliðaey sighs using her inner matra as always like a lullaby to sleep. The monk repeats the words over and over in celestial until sleep finds her quickly.
OOC assuming Fay follows the party to rest for the night I'd like to move forward with the following day!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
When everyone leaves, Li-Anne follows the party, however when she reaches the stairs, she executes her devious plan... Her target is the lady ;)
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
Sneaking near the snobbish Lady Alana Li-Anne using minor illusion makes a loud farther sound then a sudden noxious smell emanating from Lady Alana. Both William and Alistair burst out laughing while other patrons join in. No one seems the wiser to the druid's practical joke as she triumphantly scapers up the steps to the lofts diving into a plush sea of blankets and curling up to sleep. The comedy of errors below continues as the mortified Alana demands to know who targeted her with foul magic before leaving the tavern in a huff!
Fay witnesses the whole ordeal and finds it highly satisfying in retribution for whatever the "lady" seem to be trying to pull but Elliðaey's luck with the dice thwarted! The elf then retires to and finds a comfortable place to trance for her usual time.
Next day.....
Dawn comes soon enough on the late spring morning. The air is still very cold and the riafs outside Greenstone are begining to waken with the usual traffic. The party rises to smells of breakfast cooking and begin their day with their usual routine. Elliðaey is nearly the last to wake. The monk loves her vices and sleeping in is definitely one of them! Waking finally she smiles of her newly assembled party and greets them.
"Good morning," Elliðaey says fixing her braid loosened by sleep as she watches her party contentedly. "Nearly another whole day of travel ahead. I think, baring an event that will take away from our journey south, we should reach Candlekeep by nightfall," she explains having finished her braid.
Elliðaey then ties it up into a coiled bun on the crown of her head with it's sleek undercut skins shaved nearly bald! This hairstyle revealing even more of those tattoo-like streaks of charged fire from within her taut frame! Putting on her bracers and boots the monk then tromps downstairs to find a spare population of overnight guests enjoying their breakfast.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Jade goes about her normal morning routine, and allows Eila to follow hers, until the cleric appears ready to head down to breakfast. Before she can do so, Jade interrupts, head bowed and using the measured voice of the paladin rather than the more natural one from dinner.
"Painbearer, the supplicant requests penance so that she may seek absolution for her sin."