"Hey, Monolith. Look at me". Says Ary as she, with her lute already on her hands, plays a peaceful harmonic tune. Trying to cast Calm Emotions on him. DC 13.
“Im not scared of you, are you so eager to die? We havent even begun the mission, and youre swinging at me? You must be daft.” Crispy says, not moving the blades. When Monolith walks away, she watches him go and rolls her eyes.
Crispy slowly sheathes her swords, smiling. “Damn girl, you just saved his life.” She winks at the bard, impressed with her musical ability. She pats Arc on the head. “Stand down, Arc. And thanks for backing me up. Both of you.“
She gives Monolith a casual glare. Next time he might not be so lucky.
Ary lets out a long sigh accompanied by a facepalm. She looks at Monolith walking away to play with Temmet. She puts her lute back on the floor next to her chair, sits down, looks at Crispy and says: "I didn't save his ass, I saved everybody's asses from being imprisoned, that Includes my ass".
Marek slams a tankard on the table, sending drops of liquid splashing up a bit.
"Come now, Ary, that's cheating, hahaha!"
Taking a swig of the drink, which at this point Marek isn't even sure if it's his, he gets a little riled up.
"I know a good way to blow off some steam. Who wants to spar outside? We can use one of the quiet alleyways out back, consider it practice for the mission."
Tyberius walks into the bar, just in time to see Monolith walk away and the rest of the group sit back down. He looks between the two groups, shrugs his shoulders and walks over to Crispy, Ary, Arc, and Marek. He pulls up a chair and sits next to them before speaking. "Sorry I took so long, I enjoy the magical artifacts. Did I miss anything fun?"
"Spar? You kidding, right? What if we truly get injured or something, do you plan using wooden weapons or what, fisticuffs?" she then looks at Tyberius and says: "not much, a tiny fight but whatever".
Tyberius chuckles and says, "Judging by the look on Monolith's face, he wouldn't call it so little." He then looks at Marek and says, "I'm certainly not opposed to a little spar, but weapons and fists aren't exactly my area of expertise."
Marek turns to Tyberius and sparks a tiny flame in the palm of his hand. The tiny flame gleams brilliantly in his shiny gauntlet.
"Aye, I prefer to keep my options open as well!"
Marek stands from his seat, extinguishing the flame.
"Let us go, then! I'll meet you out back. It'll be nice to spar with someone not swinging metal in my face, for once. Also wouldn't hurt to know exactly what my allies are capable of for when the time comes."
”What I mean, is that if he didnt stop I would have dropped him.” Crispy said, casually as if nothing had happened. “I dont like bullies.”
She sees Tyberius walk up to them and nods. She turns to Marek, “Sorry to ruin your fun, but we dont need one less member, I dont think. Have fun sparring out back.” She raises her glass and takes a drink, remaining seated.
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Tyberius smiles and heads out back. As he gets to the alley, he turns around at the end and says, "Don't worry, I won't do anything too bad! But I won't go easy either!" Tyberius then zips open his component pouch and flexes his finger.
Crispy didnt care much the the sparring idea. She had nothing to prove, and when the time came to defend herself or her new friends, they would see then how capable she was. It wasent even afternoon and someone had already thrown punches at her. Just like old times. She turned to Ary, who she considered interesting.
”So why music? How did that all come about?” She asked her.
"I met a really good Bard really close from here, he heard me singing on a alleyway and he decided to teach me on his ways and secrets about music, maybe he saw potential in me. I think magic came to me because of my wildish blood, and by wildish I mean feywild wildish, like, really wild, sometimes when something really intense happens to me it makes me... Change, not physically talking but instead emotionally".
"Hey, Monolith. Look at me". Says Ary as she, with her lute already on her hands, plays a peaceful harmonic tune. Trying to cast Calm Emotions on him. DC 13.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
what do you wa-
Monolith looks away a moment a then hears the melody being played by Ary.
Save:20
Overcome by the spells magic Monolith looses interest in Crispy,
Oh, your not worth it.
He walks off and joins temmets game of cards.
"Okay, now. Calm down, we must work together Not against each other. Come over here Monolith, what happend?"
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
“Im not scared of you, are you so eager to die? We havent even begun the mission, and youre swinging at me? You must be daft.” Crispy says, not moving the blades. When Monolith walks away, she watches him go and rolls her eyes.
Crispy slowly sheathes her swords, smiling. “Damn girl, you just saved his life.” She winks at the bard, impressed with her musical ability. She pats Arc on the head. “Stand down, Arc. And thanks for backing me up. Both of you.“
She gives Monolith a casual glare. Next time he might not be so lucky.
Ary lets out a long sigh accompanied by a facepalm. She looks at Monolith walking away to play with Temmet. She puts her lute back on the floor next to her chair, sits down, looks at Crispy and says: "I didn't save his ass, I saved everybody's asses from being imprisoned, that Includes my ass".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Marek slams a tankard on the table, sending drops of liquid splashing up a bit.
"Come now, Ary, that's cheating, hahaha!"
Taking a swig of the drink, which at this point Marek isn't even sure if it's his, he gets a little riled up.
"I know a good way to blow off some steam. Who wants to spar outside? We can use one of the quiet alleyways out back, consider it practice for the mission."
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Tyberius walks into the bar, just in time to see Monolith walk away and the rest of the group sit back down. He looks between the two groups, shrugs his shoulders and walks over to Crispy, Ary, Arc, and Marek. He pulls up a chair and sits next to them before speaking. "Sorry I took so long, I enjoy the magical artifacts. Did I miss anything fun?"
"Spar? You kidding, right? What if we truly get injured or something, do you plan using wooden weapons or what, fisticuffs?" she then looks at Tyberius and says: "not much, a tiny fight but whatever".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Tyberius chuckles and says, "Judging by the look on Monolith's face, he wouldn't call it so little." He then looks at Marek and says, "I'm certainly not opposed to a little spar, but weapons and fists aren't exactly my area of expertise."
Marek turns to Tyberius and sparks a tiny flame in the palm of his hand. The tiny flame gleams brilliantly in his shiny gauntlet.
"Aye, I prefer to keep my options open as well!"
Marek stands from his seat, extinguishing the flame.
"Let us go, then! I'll meet you out back. It'll be nice to spar with someone not swinging metal in my face, for once. Also wouldn't hurt to know exactly what my allies are capable of for when the time comes."
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
”What I mean, is that if he didnt stop I would have dropped him.” Crispy said, casually as if nothing had happened. “I dont like bullies.”
She sees Tyberius walk up to them and nods. She turns to Marek, “Sorry to ruin your fun, but we dont need one less member, I dont think. Have fun sparring out back.” She raises her glass and takes a drink, remaining seated.
Tyberius smiles and heads out back. As he gets to the alley, he turns around at the end and says, "Don't worry, I won't do anything too bad! But I won't go easy either!" Tyberius then zips open his component pouch and flexes his finger.
Initiative: 4
"I hope they don't get caught playing". Says Ary as she crosses her legs, looking at Temmet's table seeing how his game is going.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Marek grins with excitement as he hold out his hand, summoning through wisps of green flames his halberd. He rolls his neck from side to side.
"Don't hold any punches, I sure as hell won't!"
Initiative: 16
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Crispy didnt care much the the sparring idea. She had nothing to prove, and when the time came to defend herself or her new friends, they would see then how capable she was. It wasent even afternoon and someone had already thrown punches at her. Just like old times. She turned to Ary, who she considered interesting.
”So why music? How did that all come about?” She asked her.
"I met a really good Bard really close from here, he heard me singing on a alleyway and he decided to teach me on his ways and secrets about music, maybe he saw potential in me. I think magic came to me because of my wildish blood, and by wildish I mean feywild wildish, like, really wild, sometimes when something really intense happens to me it makes me... Change, not physically talking but instead emotionally".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Crispy listened intently, nodding as she spoke.
After a brief stare-down, the fight begins. Marek grips his weapon and charges headlong into Tyberius, sparks arcing off his weapon along the way.
Booming Blade
Attack: 21 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. (If hit, take 1d8 extra damage when you willingly move)
Bonus action attack using Polearm Master
Attack: 9 Damage: 5
You gotta be kidding me, lol!
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
HAHA! WOW, not one..but TWO natural 1s. (ROFL!!)
Still talking to Ary, Crispy wanted to know more. "And why the lute?" She asked, looking at it.
"I used to hear them a lot and i bought one really cheap, that's why. No epic story sorry haha". Says Ary, picking her lute up, showing it to Crispy.
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.