Before the pink haired woman could make her introduction, an extremely skinny , to the point of being anorexic, woman with the darkest skin tone most of you have ever seen approached the table with four steaming mugs of Tea. Before Virion could take one, the pink haired woman snatched both their intended mugs, and waved her hand over it, muttering an extremely fast string of archaic syllables that was lost on most all of you. Virion nearly accepted it with a resigned chuckle, as if he was used to this happening.
The pink haired woman handed the mug back to Virion without a word, and lifted her head to speak directly to the group.
“You may all refer to me as Cherche. I serve as Sir Virion’s personal assistant and sentinel, and that duty will be my foremost responsibility for the duration of this trip. If my lord does not require assistance, I can also offer all of you my services. I have trained extensively in healing, medicine, and herbalism. I hope our working relationship will be cordial.” She finished with a small smile that seemed to reach to her eyes, but something about her introduction seemed a little off, mechanical really, like she had been trained to give that response.
Virion accepted the handshake with a polite smile, not reacting in the slightest to the display of magic. Cherche however narrowed her eyes at the magi, but gave no further response.
“Chronomancy is unfortunately a bloodline trait almost exclusive to the Rosanne family. It’s not something people can learn. In fact, my family had to fight extensively in the past not to be labeled as Sorcerers. Thanks to the wise judgment of the council, we narrowly avoided that fate. As for questions about our tasks and pay, we can discuss that after introductions!” He happily exclaims, losing the seriousness that had infected his voice when discussing his family history.
He points at the remaining apprentices, encouraging them to speak up.
"Hmm, very inconvenient about the bloodline traits then. And Arcrath? The Inventive School eh? An interesting choice, I myself am a conjurer." Tyberius claps his hands together, and rubs them together vigorously before pulling them apart, causing a dove to appear from between them, which flies off. Tyberius then takes some of his drink and seems to pour it into his robes before setting it back onto the table without an explanation.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Crispy looked at the goblin curiously. "Huh." She said. "And a caster, no les-whoa." She startled at the dove appearing between Tyberius' hands. Casters, she mused.
She glances at the tea, not her first choice in drink - she had enough healthy drinks back at the Academy - and pushes it slowly to the center of the table, not interested. She considered Cherche and how she spoke. It was almost like she was a "machine" of some sort - a word the dwarves and gnomes used occasionally to describe a device that walked and talked on it's own.
She looked over at Arcrath again, a goblin wizard. As she drank, an urge to find out more about him almost overcame her.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
"That's so cool..." Says Arelia watching Tyberius's dove fly off. Seeing that everybody was showing off their magic skills, she picked up her lute from one of the legs of the table and started playing nothing specific, she seemed to be improvising chords that somehow sounded good, occasionally humming softly giving the song more flavor. It has been a while since Arelia improvised something, instead, she is used to play regular local songs. (Performance Check just in case 18)
He rolls his neck a bit, pushing up his chin with a fist. There are a few pops and cracks that can be heard under his armor. Marek sighs softly as Virion calls for further introductions.
"Marek."
He utters impatiently, giving an almost lazy salute. A man of very few words but very disciplined fighter, Marek is visibly anxious, as if itching to get on with the task at hand. He has spent every waking moment of his life either sparring with his weapon, or studying to improve his magic abilities. Idle chit chat at a tavern is not very high on his priority list as he is not the sociable type.
Out of all the things in Crispy's life that was, or could have been so far, there were many things she didn't get an opportunity to do or see. One thing she knew, now, however:
After meeting Arelia, that bard could play the Hells out of that lute. She stared at the instrument, and her, and listened, the melody, and her singing, hypnotizing.
Several men in the bar look towards your table with somewhat glassy looks in their eyes. All of a sudden, Ary has multiple suitors lined up, all vying for her attention and affection. Virion sighs, waves a hand, mumbled something under his breath, and the air around the table turns somewhat shimmery.
The men all look around confused, and apologize profusely to the table before departing. Several slaps resound across the tavern as wives reprimand their straying husbands.
“Let’s not draw more attention then necessary friends. We have more privacy now, so let’s discuss what we’re all here for.” Virion has raised his voice somewhat, but no one else in the tavern seems to have noticed, it seems like you all do have more privacy. Temmet seems content to let the blue haired man lead the conversation, and drinks deeply from his own mug of tea, shooting the Zofian’s a look that makes it obvious he does not enjoy it.
“As part of international corporation, we will all act as something as a squad, taking a variety of missions, until the heads of the guilds who are observing our progress give us a particularly large or important mission that will act as something as a final test. You all have the option to drop out of the program at anytime, but that will most likely resault in a much longer then normal apprenticeship in your home bases, if not outright expulsion. As the first international apprentice squad, you are under heavy scrutiny, as you are all most likely the future of this whole project.” Virion claps his hands togeather energetically and continues-
”Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s discuss the fun stuff! Rewards and profits vary mission to mission like any other normal apprenticeship. Some gold will be deducted off the top as a kind of guild tax for doing all the administrative business, but you all get to keep a majority of the earnings. Since we are a rather large squad, we will take somewhat more difficult missions to compensate, which means more profit for you all!” He finishes flamboyantly, drawing out a large scroll from his bag, and laying it out on the table.
“We’ve already been assigned our first mission, though future undertakings will be decided somewhat more democratically. A rather large criminal syndicate who have self labeled themselves as “The Unseen Hand” have been targeting the children of the rich and nobel in this town, and ransoming them back to their families. The reason why we’re here, is that many of them come back as ‘twisted demons’. I’ve personally seen pictures of the cases, and they resemble high level necromancy. We’ve got a tip that they will do something drastic tommarow night. There is a rather important ball where many heirs of predominate families from across the kingdom will be courting potential suitors. You are all roughly around their ages, and we’ve decided we want you to be in the crowd undercover, and try to react to whatever they have planned. The ultimate mission is to uncover the organization, and bring the entire thing down. The rewards will be handsome. 1,500 gold each, plus whatever you find during the mission, and a few personal gifts from affected families, which we expect to multiply when word gets out that you protected the gala.”
Temmet puts down the mug and speaks his peice.
”Sound good everyone? It better, we had to fight tooth and nail to get you this job, the big wigs up top wanted you all to escort cargo or something like that. I believed you all could do better!” He explains, his voice oddly bored sounding despite the message his words should be conveying.
Arelia stopped playing and strapped-on her lute to carry it on her back. She payed attention to Virion's briefing and said: "Noble children being taken away by some kind of hellish cult to produce demons, that sounds really serious".
Tyberius seems particularly disturbed by this, leaning back in his chair and stroking his chin, as if he was imagining that he had a beard to stroke. "Is there any chance we have a sample of one of these "demons"? Perhaps one of us mages can do some identifying of the magic that was cast on them?" Tyberius then smiles widely, "Of course, as a noble child of this great city, I am more than happy to attend another ball, especially if this one has more action than the rest."
"Yes, Arelia, it does sound serious and we only have until tomorrow night to prepare. Perhaps besides our names we should also mention what we're capable of if we're going to be working together as soon as tomorrow night. It would be useful to know what to expect from each other if things take an expected course." Arcrath waits to see how his suggestion is received by the others.
"Well I can do a bit of everything, even invisibility if needed but I specialize on making people like me, or like us in any case". She mentioned while looking at the patrons present in the tavern.
Arcrath began reaching for her tea, and she noticed.
"You..drink tea? And you're polite about it." She asked, curiously, an amused look on her face. "Now i've seen everything. Where the Hells am I."
As she listened to the blue haired man speak, memories of her previous life came into focus. How ironic that i've been put into a similar setting from my old life - beating up criminals, taking down syndicates, other sketchy law enforcement behaviors. But demons? That was another thing. She wasn't particularly fond of demons, and anything that had to do with them made her nervous. It's because of one that she was in this unknown land in the first place. But first thing's first. Get a job, make some money, then find a way to get out of here.
Listening to Arelia, is was definate that what she said was true, for Crispy had already taken quite in interest in the bard. Was it her magic? Or just the way she was. Either way, Crispy was drawn to her personality, not to mention she was very pretty. Arcrath's question pop her out of her daydream.
"In my past life I was a Special Forces Investigator. I sniff for clues, solve mysteries. Things that would include lots of insight or investigation. I'm also a stealthy trained killer. Lots of years fighting and getting beat up. My trusty swords stab deep when the time comes." Her hand leaned on her sword holdster, and she gave them a loving pat.
"I have seen too many men go down, and I never permit myself to forget that one day, through accident or under the charge of a younger, stronger knight, I too will go down."
Marek said, somberly. Looking down towards the floor as he pauses for a moment.
"A great battle is a terrible thing, but in the midst of blood and carnage, there is sometimes also beauty, beauty that could break your heart."
He raises his head and outstretches his arm. In the palm of his hand grows a green flame. It wisps around slowly, then all at once flashes into the shape of his halberd what was just thin air a moment ago.
"I may not have fancy magic, or the voice of an angel, but I know my way around a battlefield. And when things get out of control, you can count on me to keep a clear mind and a heavy hand."
"That's good to know" Says Arelia, smiling at Marek. "I might not be the deadliest of the group but I can put up a good fight if needed too". Says while looking at those near the table.
Initially monolith seems uninterested in what Virion had to say but as he went on monolith was more interested getting up in his slightly from the slouched positions he was in. And then he heard 1500gp and sat straight up in his chair, now clearly interested.
"Now that's a pay check"
After a moment he looks over at Arcrath,
"my name is monolith." He then adresses the group as he says "My powers? If I don't like you find yourself at the pointy end of this: "
with this he stands and drops a shortsword on the table.
Not content with the tea he calls out for another alcoholic beverage.
”Of course i’ve got better.“ Crispy says, snorting in laughter. “I’d show you, but I didnt want to embarrass you in front of our new friends. You’re not the only one who has seen battles.”
Crispy looks at Arcrath in more mild amusement. ”Hells, get this goblin more tea.”
"And I thought I had troubles, wow". Said Aery looking at Crispy. "maybe one day you'll get back home".
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.
Before the pink haired woman could make her introduction, an extremely skinny , to the point of being anorexic, woman with the darkest skin tone most of you have ever seen approached the table with four steaming mugs of Tea. Before Virion could take one, the pink haired woman snatched both their intended mugs, and waved her hand over it, muttering an extremely fast string of archaic syllables that was lost on most all of you. Virion nearly accepted it with a resigned chuckle, as if he was used to this happening.
The pink haired woman handed the mug back to Virion without a word, and lifted her head to speak directly to the group.
“You may all refer to me as Cherche. I serve as Sir Virion’s personal assistant and sentinel, and that duty will be my foremost responsibility for the duration of this trip. If my lord does not require assistance, I can also offer all of you my services. I have trained extensively in healing, medicine, and herbalism. I hope our working relationship will be cordial.” She finished with a small smile that seemed to reach to her eyes, but something about her introduction seemed a little off, mechanical really, like she had been trained to give that response.
Virion accepted the handshake with a polite smile, not reacting in the slightest to the display of magic. Cherche however narrowed her eyes at the magi, but gave no further response.
“Chronomancy is unfortunately a bloodline trait almost exclusive to the Rosanne family. It’s not something people can learn. In fact, my family had to fight extensively in the past not to be labeled as Sorcerers. Thanks to the wise judgment of the council, we narrowly avoided that fate. As for questions about our tasks and pay, we can discuss that after introductions!” He happily exclaims, losing the seriousness that had infected his voice when discussing his family history.
He points at the remaining apprentices, encouraging them to speak up.
"Hmm, very inconvenient about the bloodline traits then. And Arcrath? The Inventive School eh? An interesting choice, I myself am a conjurer." Tyberius claps his hands together, and rubs them together vigorously before pulling them apart, causing a dove to appear from between them, which flies off. Tyberius then takes some of his drink and seems to pour it into his robes before setting it back onto the table without an explanation.
Crispy looked at the goblin curiously. "Huh." She said. "And a caster, no les-whoa." She startled at the dove appearing between Tyberius' hands. Casters, she mused.
She glances at the tea, not her first choice in drink - she had enough healthy drinks back at the Academy - and pushes it slowly to the center of the table, not interested. She considered Cherche and how she spoke. It was almost like she was a "machine" of some sort - a word the dwarves and gnomes used occasionally to describe a device that walked and talked on it's own.
She looked over at Arcrath again, a goblin wizard. As she drank, an urge to find out more about him almost overcame her.
Roll for curiosity: 9
Almost. Maybe later.
"That's so cool..." Says Arelia watching Tyberius's dove fly off. Seeing that everybody was showing off their magic skills, she picked up her lute from one of the legs of the table and started playing nothing specific, she seemed to be improvising chords that somehow sounded good, occasionally humming softly giving the song more flavor. It has been a while since Arelia improvised something, instead, she is used to play regular local songs. (Performance Check just in case 18)
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.
He rolls his neck a bit, pushing up his chin with a fist. There are a few pops and cracks that can be heard under his armor. Marek sighs softly as Virion calls for further introductions.
"Marek."
He utters impatiently, giving an almost lazy salute. A man of very few words but very disciplined fighter, Marek is visibly anxious, as if itching to get on with the task at hand. He has spent every waking moment of his life either sparring with his weapon, or studying to improve his magic abilities. Idle chit chat at a tavern is not very high on his priority list as he is not the sociable type.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Out of all the things in Crispy's life that was, or could have been so far, there were many things she didn't get an opportunity to do or see. One thing she knew, now, however:
After meeting Arelia, that bard could play the Hells out of that lute. She stared at the instrument, and her, and listened, the melody, and her singing, hypnotizing.
Several men in the bar look towards your table with somewhat glassy looks in their eyes. All of a sudden, Ary has multiple suitors lined up, all vying for her attention and affection. Virion sighs, waves a hand, mumbled something under his breath, and the air around the table turns somewhat shimmery.
The men all look around confused, and apologize profusely to the table before departing. Several slaps resound across the tavern as wives reprimand their straying husbands.
“Let’s not draw more attention then necessary friends. We have more privacy now, so let’s discuss what we’re all here for.” Virion has raised his voice somewhat, but no one else in the tavern seems to have noticed, it seems like you all do have more privacy. Temmet seems content to let the blue haired man lead the conversation, and drinks deeply from his own mug of tea, shooting the Zofian’s a look that makes it obvious he does not enjoy it.
“As part of international corporation, we will all act as something as a squad, taking a variety of missions, until the heads of the guilds who are observing our progress give us a particularly large or important mission that will act as something as a final test. You all have the option to drop out of the program at anytime, but that will most likely resault in a much longer then normal apprenticeship in your home bases, if not outright expulsion. As the first international apprentice squad, you are under heavy scrutiny, as you are all most likely the future of this whole project.” Virion claps his hands togeather energetically and continues-
”Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s discuss the fun stuff! Rewards and profits vary mission to mission like any other normal apprenticeship. Some gold will be deducted off the top as a kind of guild tax for doing all the administrative business, but you all get to keep a majority of the earnings. Since we are a rather large squad, we will take somewhat more difficult missions to compensate, which means more profit for you all!” He finishes flamboyantly, drawing out a large scroll from his bag, and laying it out on the table.
“We’ve already been assigned our first mission, though future undertakings will be decided somewhat more democratically. A rather large criminal syndicate who have self labeled themselves as “The Unseen Hand” have been targeting the children of the rich and nobel in this town, and ransoming them back to their families. The reason why we’re here, is that many of them come back as ‘twisted demons’. I’ve personally seen pictures of the cases, and they resemble high level necromancy. We’ve got a tip that they will do something drastic tommarow night. There is a rather important ball where many heirs of predominate families from across the kingdom will be courting potential suitors. You are all roughly around their ages, and we’ve decided we want you to be in the crowd undercover, and try to react to whatever they have planned. The ultimate mission is to uncover the organization, and bring the entire thing down. The rewards will be handsome. 1,500 gold each, plus whatever you find during the mission, and a few personal gifts from affected families, which we expect to multiply when word gets out that you protected the gala.”
Temmet puts down the mug and speaks his peice.
”Sound good everyone? It better, we had to fight tooth and nail to get you this job, the big wigs up top wanted you all to escort cargo or something like that. I believed you all could do better!” He explains, his voice oddly bored sounding despite the message his words should be conveying.
Arelia stopped playing and strapped-on her lute to carry it on her back. She payed attention to Virion's briefing and said: "Noble children being taken away by some kind of hellish cult to produce demons, that sounds really serious".
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 seems particularly disturbed by this, leaning back in his chair and stroking his chin, as if he was imagining that he had a beard to stroke. "Is there any chance we have a sample of one of these "demons"? Perhaps one of us mages can do some identifying of the magic that was cast on them?" Tyberius then smiles widely, "Of course, as a noble child of this great city, I am more than happy to attend another ball, especially if this one has more action than the rest."
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.
Arcrath began reaching for her tea, and she noticed.
"You..drink tea? And you're polite about it." She asked, curiously, an amused look on her face. "Now i've seen everything. Where the Hells am I."
As she listened to the blue haired man speak, memories of her previous life came into focus. How ironic that i've been put into a similar setting from my old life - beating up criminals, taking down syndicates, other sketchy law enforcement behaviors. But demons? That was another thing. She wasn't particularly fond of demons, and anything that had to do with them made her nervous. It's because of one that she was in this unknown land in the first place. But first thing's first. Get a job, make some money, then find a way to get out of here.
Listening to Arelia, is was definate that what she said was true, for Crispy had already taken quite in interest in the bard. Was it her magic? Or just the way she was. Either way, Crispy was drawn to her personality, not to mention she was very pretty. Arcrath's question pop her out of her daydream.
"In my past life I was a Special Forces Investigator. I sniff for clues, solve mysteries. Things that would include lots of insight or investigation. I'm also a stealthy trained killer. Lots of years fighting and getting beat up. My trusty swords stab deep when the time comes." Her hand leaned on her sword holdster, and she gave them a loving pat.
"I have seen too many men go down, and I never permit myself to forget that one day, through accident or under the charge of a younger, stronger knight, I too will go down."
Marek said, somberly. Looking down towards the floor as he pauses for a moment.
"A great battle is a terrible thing, but in the midst of blood and carnage, there is sometimes also beauty, beauty that could break your heart."
He raises his head and outstretches his arm. In the palm of his hand grows a green flame. It wisps around slowly, then all at once flashes into the shape of his halberd what was just thin air a moment ago.
"I may not have fancy magic, or the voice of an angel, but I know my way around a battlefield. And when things get out of control, you can count on me to keep a clear mind and a heavy hand."
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
"That's good to know" Says Arelia, smiling at Marek. "I might not be the deadliest of the group but I can put up a good fight if needed too". Says while looking at those near the table.
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.
Initially monolith seems uninterested in what Virion had to say but as he went on monolith was more interested getting up in his slightly from the slouched positions he was in. And then he heard 1500gp and sat straight up in his chair, now clearly interested.
"Now that's a pay check"
After a moment he looks over at Arcrath,
"my name is monolith." He then adresses the group as he says "My powers? If I don't like you find yourself at the pointy end of this: "
with this he stands and drops a shortsword on the table.
Not content with the tea he calls out for another alcoholic beverage.
"You and I have a few things in common, then." was all Crispy said to Marek, taking a moment to remember her experiences, which were mostly..not good.
As Monolith's shortsword thuds on to the table, Crispy looks at it for a moment, unimpressed, and scoffs. "Pffff. Put that toothpick away.."
You got somthin better then? Besides it and I know our own battles.
”Of course i’ve got better.“ Crispy says, snorting in laughter. “I’d show you, but I didnt want to embarrass you in front of our new friends. You’re not the only one who has seen battles.”
Crispy looks at Arcrath in more mild amusement. ”Hells, get this goblin more tea.”
"Come on, calm down. Fight with the enemy and not between yourselves. Anyway, is there anything else we should know about this job?".
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.
“I’m good.” She says confidently to Ary, her hands moving from her holster to her mugs handle.