Crispy smiled and could sense the sincerity and honesty from Ary. It was a only a few times in her life she heard words like that from someone else, most people she knew were mean and hostile, and she spent her life adjusting to such a world. She looked at her for a while, impressed, unsure how to handle a warm swelling in her heart after hearing Arys words. While Crispy didnt show much emotion, she was greatful that the Bard was being genuine, and she would remember that.
”Thanks. Really. Im not gracious often enough..its sometimes akward for me, but yes. I do wish to maybe know you better. You are..different. I might take you up on that. One day.”
Talking about the tavern, you three find yourselves there!
Walking in, you all pass Monolith, who seems to be waking right out, and who seems to have a considerably larger bag of gold then what the rest of you received. You can give player interactions if you want.
Temmet is still seated right where you left him, and he seems to have attracted friends. Several other dark skinned men seem to be playing a high stake game of some local card game, with several piles of chips seeming to be at risk. The slave girl from earlier seems to be a constant presence at the table, rushing back and forth from the kitchen to the game with glasses of several different kinds of drinks, and snacks that some of the larger men are greedily gobling down.
Cherche intercepts your group before you can approach him however, and informs the lot of you that they have rented three rooms, and that Virion was conducting some type of ritual spell in one of them.
"Okay, thank you". Says Ary to Cherche. She looks at Arcrath and Crispy and says "Well, you can have some privacy in one of those rooms now Arc". She looks at the slave, worried.
"It's not my concern but... I just... I don't know, this isn't the right place to talk about it, I want to go to our room and brush my hair, I need to get ready for our assignment".
"Yoga Boba! How have you been ma'am? It seems as if it has been ages since I have talked to you!" Tyberius smiles widely as he walks into the store, incredibly late after getting caught up talking to an old friend that he saw on the way to the store. "I must say that I am incredibly interested in that gauntlet with the bright gemstones, and that strange multicolored cube. Do those slide?" Tyberius reaches out to grab it, and pulls back at the last second before touching it.
“You better be Tybby, it took me the better part of 3 journeys, and countless and countless character backstory side journeys to finally obtain. You can try it on, but you’ll probably go insane with power, and try enacting some nefarious universe shattering evil plot that really isn’t logistically sound when you get into the numbers of it.” The old woman laments, like she does with most of the things in her store.
“The cube is safe to touch, it’s actually some children’s toy in another dimension, although adults like to play with it too to pretend they are intelligent. This one has a minor curse on it, every time you slide it, some labrynth puzzle in the desert will change its corridors or something. Haven’t bothered testing it too in depth.” She replies with a casual shrug, before pulling out a playing card deck.
“We also have some of these babies for sale, going like hot cakes! Pull out a card, get a random effect! Each deck is different, unlimited fun!” She proclaims in a monotone, unethisastic voice, like she was being forced to do it.
Crispy went up into her room to clean up. She took off her armor, prepared a quick bath, and undressed. She sat in it, drifting into a daydream, the water felt good. When she was clean she redressed, looking at herself in the mirror. While she was in very impressive physical shape, she took a moment to look at her scars and other wounds she had acquired since a child. With more embarrassment than pride, she sighed and finished dressing. She combed her hair, her face mostly unblemished, surprisingly. Must be lucky. She buckled her leather jerkin, her sword belt, and reached into her pack to look at the Gregball again. Tempted to talk to it again, all she could do was mumble a question on how to get home. After studying it for a moment, she put it away and proceeded to wait downstairs for the others.
Arelia saw Crispy go upstairs so she waited to take her turn on the bath, when she saw Crispy back at the tavern she said: "Don't worry darling, I'm more used to this weather than you, see you in a bit". Went up into the room, doffed her armor and prepared a normal bath. She sat thinking about the syndicate and then looked at her lute sitting next to her equipment on the floor, she stood up to pick her lute and sat back down. Arelia started playing simple and repetitive chords trying to make some kind of simple song about Crispy's emotions, that's what she wanted to do at the time as she was inspired by her sad story.
(Let's see how good her song is: 18Lute check.)
I previously made a Performance check but I realized performance checks are made to determine how well one can delight an audience. So I edited that and made a Lute check, it's the same result. Nothing added or subtracted.
There was many things that were, especially in her past. Violence, sarcasm, bribery, extortion, assault. And, of course, the nightmares. She went downstairs and saw Ary waiting, and her heart softened a bit, as was becoming a habit whenever she looked at her, now. The darkness seemed to lighten a bit.
"Sorry," Crispy said, "I should have let you go first. I didn't know you were waiting. I hope I didn't take long."
Normally Crispy wouldn't have said anything, as she was used to her heart being cold, uncaring, dealing with the scars within her broken soul and living with her mistakes and issues. But after meeting Ary..she was different. Crispy wasn't nice to most people, or even trusting, that was how life forged her. Even the goblin, a goblin of all things, he was pleasant. She decided to refrain from telling stories to him about all the times she trashed them, as most Goblins were not like him. He was also different. Back home most were involved in evil deeds, and her job was to punish those who committed such crimes. At least, it was. Since getting fired, and in a strange land, things were different now.
She watched Ary go upstairs, and found that she was smiling again. And..they way she called her 'darling'. Hells, stop it, Cora, she thought to herself. People are going to think you have a soft spot. You've got a job to do, and you've got to get home.
She could have sworn she heard music coming from upstairs, and looked down and smiled again. She'd like to have music in her life.
An eternity has passed. The universe and all planes of existence have succumbed to heat death and no matter exists in any shape or form. There is only a void. A massive black emptiness. Crushing loneliness begins to set in, but then, suddenly, Marek awakens from his daydream. Tyberius has finally finished talking to his friend on the street. Marek knew not of where this magic shop was located, so like a ball and chain, he was forced to accompany Tyberius along the way.
"My gods, does he have a mouth on him..."
Marek mumbles to himself. As they pass into the threshold of the shop, Tyberius shouts out to Yoga Boba as if two old friends meet up for the first time in decades. Feeling a bit out of place, Marek quietly browses the aisles, passing each and every dusty artifact unenthusiastically until one in particular grabbed his attention: A dusty silver tapered candle on a tarnished brass base. He quickly grabs the item, rushing up to Yoga Boba just as she finishes speaking to Tyberius about the shiny gauntlet and deck of cards.
"Ma'am, is this what I think it is? Were you able to secure a Candle of Contrivance in near mint condition? This looks barely used!"
The expression on Marek's face is one few are able to see: Joy. He's leaning over the counter impatiently waiting for her response as he slams down the pouch holing the gold he was given earlier.
As she waited for Ary to finish, she pushed a stool with her foot, claiming it, saving it for the bard when she came downstairs so they could sit together. As she waited, thoughts came to Crispy's mind around Boba. She seemed to be very well versed in selling goods from other..what did she say? Dimentions? Realities?
When the job was done, she would visit her again. Perhaps she knew of a way home?
Ary seemed to be curious about the slave girl, so in addition to thinking about her, and Boba, observed the slave girl as well to see if she could gain any insight as to what she was all about. She did seem way too thin. Maybe she was being mistreated? She waved the barkeep over and order an alcoholic beverage while she waited, wondering, if anything, what would Ary want.
Having finished her bath (that took longer of what she expected) she dressed up wearing a shoulderless blue blouse with her leather armor on top and some kind of simple shorts, leather vembraces and black leather boots, she didn't dress combat efficient but she didn't care, that wasn't her 'forte'.
Having dressed fully she went back down stairs to sit next to Crispy who was waiting for her. "Have seen any kind of demon around yet?"
"Just the ones in my soul." She snorted, joking. She looked at her outfit, and admired her perfect skin. Her eyes went down to her shorts, and her legs, and had to startle herself to not get caught staring. "You like..nice!" She managed to squeak out, not used to giving out compliments, then turned her head, her face wrinkled at hearing how awkward her own words were. She quickly changed the subject, not knowing how terrible she sounded, or how Ary would react. "I didn't know if you wanted a drink or not..I uh..I didn't know what you'd like."
She looked at Cora, let out a sigh and said in a serious tone on her voice: "We all have demons inside ourselves sweetie, even the strongest gods have demons to be worried and afraid about, even the betrayer gods or the naturally evil ones have something to be afraid of".
"I'll take the same thing you ordered, I like drinking anything to be honest. I did drink that potion that looked like tap water".
"Hey there Arc, done summoning?". Says while smiling.
"It looks like it, but tell me Arc. Crispy likes killing and investigating stuff, Temmet loves betting, I play the lute, you do something else apart of... well... Being a goblin wizard that has a fish hawk? " she says, waiting for an answer.
Crispy remained silent, contemplating Ary's words as she spoke. She was right. About many things. She did like killing things, investigating things, the demons inside. But deep down she had a heart of gold, and also defended her friends, which she didn't have many.
Maybe that would change? And maybe, if the things about her didn't scare her, Ary might like her very much as well. Arc was warming up to her as well. This kind of things never happened. It must be this reality. The people, so far, were nicer here. Back home she barely had anyone that liked her, and vice versa.
She got sad for a moment, that the events in her life made her this way, and she slowly got mad, and resentful at herself, and her life. As Ary and Arc spoke, the fire in her belly subsided. They both seemed to ground her, keep her cool. That was a good thing. She liked them, and she didn't want to show the negative traits about her to them. She did her best to keep those bad traits under control.
"Well, I have to say, I'm a pretty strong willed guy, and I am good at numbers. So let's see how these gems look on my hand!" Tyberius will slide the gauntlet on, curious to see whether or not Yoga Baba is making up stories again or not.
Tyberius, once you slip on the gauntlet, the crystals light up with dazzling luminescence, and you experience a pain the likes which you've never experienced before. It feels like your body is slowly pulling itself apart, bit by bit, being disintegrated on a level way below what scientists of your world have so far discovered. On the other hand, for a brief second, you felt like a god, no, more then a god. You felt eternal, space and time were laying themselves bare for you, more knowledge then any one being could hold was available for your pursuing, the power to alter reality itself at your finger tips.
As suddenly as it came, it also went away, with Yoga Boba holding a steaming golden gauntlet. You feel like a fish that just got out of a fire spell gone wrong, and the hand which the gauntlet was situated looks horribly burned despite feeling relatively normal, except maybe a slight numbness.
Yoga Boba has a disappointed yet accepting look, like a grandparent that knew their charge was running headfirst towards a door but let it happen anyways to teach them a lesson. She turns to Marek and explains-
"Sorry laddie, it's actually an Candle of CANtrivance. Not a Candle of CONtrivance. Very similar sounding I know, no shame in getting the two mixed up. The CAN candle also works remarkable similar to the CON candle, but instead of showing the future of the universe your currently situated in, it shows the future of a random parallel reality. Now you may think this is a huge downgrade, but fear not! It doesn't have the pesky limitations the other candle has, you can look as far as a thousand years into the future of a similar reality, or a thousand years into the past! And because scrying through space and time is much easier diagonally then vertically, it also has a few more charges then a contrivance candle. Great steal in my books. I'll price it at about 122 gold, 3 silver, 1 copper, and a promise to never cut that luxurious golden mane of hair, or at least give me the clippings once you're done!" She exclaims with a witch like cackle, making it seem very uncertain if she's being serious or not regarding that additional price.
The servant girl hurriedly brought your tray of drinks, before once more rushing off to the kitchen to serve the party of gamblers. It would seem she is the only slave working as a waitress at the moment, and she's barely stopped for any sort of rest since you all entered the tavern/inn. Crispy, from what you can recall of your crash course of Valm society, slaves generally come from either desert nomads from the south, conquered desert oasis villages, tribes from the jungle, or sometimes very very poor Valmese citizens who had to sell themselves or their offspring.
The girl seemed to have very dark skin, while the rest of the Northern born Valm born citizens tended to have skin ranging from olive skinned, to a mocha. Most of the tavern goers, including Temmet, seem to be completely indifferent to her presence. The tavern owner dosen't seem to be particularly harsh towards the girl, nor does he seem to have any warmth towards her in the limited public interactions you've seen the two to have. Ary's reaction seems to be somewhat atypical for someone born in Valm, and you can sense a slight discomfort from Arc. Makes sense, because Goblins in Zofia are second hand citizens to the other second hand citizens of nonmagi from what you've heard.
Crispy smiled and could sense the sincerity and honesty from Ary. It was a only a few times in her life she heard words like that from someone else, most people she knew were mean and hostile, and she spent her life adjusting to such a world. She looked at her for a while, impressed, unsure how to handle a warm swelling in her heart after hearing Arys words. While Crispy didnt show much emotion, she was greatful that the Bard was being genuine, and she would remember that.
”Thanks. Really. Im not gracious often enough..its sometimes akward for me, but yes. I do wish to maybe know you better. You are..different. I might take you up on that. One day.”
Talking about the tavern, you three find yourselves there!
Walking in, you all pass Monolith, who seems to be waking right out, and who seems to have a considerably larger bag of gold then what the rest of you received. You can give player interactions if you want.
Temmet is still seated right where you left him, and he seems to have attracted friends. Several other dark skinned men seem to be playing a high stake game of some local card game, with several piles of chips seeming to be at risk. The slave girl from earlier seems to be a constant presence at the table, rushing back and forth from the kitchen to the game with glasses of several different kinds of drinks, and snacks that some of the larger men are greedily gobling down.
Cherche intercepts your group before you can approach him however, and informs the lot of you that they have rented three rooms, and that Virion was conducting some type of ritual spell in one of them.
"Okay, thank you". Says Ary to Cherche. She looks at Arcrath and Crispy and says "Well, you can have some privacy in one of those rooms now Arc". She looks at the slave, worried.
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“The slave concerns you.” Crispy states, reading Arys facial expressions.
"It's not my concern but... I just... I don't know, this isn't the right place to talk about it, I want to go to our room and brush my hair, I need to get ready for our assignment".
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"Yoga Boba! How have you been ma'am? It seems as if it has been ages since I have talked to you!" Tyberius smiles widely as he walks into the store, incredibly late after getting caught up talking to an old friend that he saw on the way to the store. "I must say that I am incredibly interested in that gauntlet with the bright gemstones, and that strange multicolored cube. Do those slide?" Tyberius reaches out to grab it, and pulls back at the last second before touching it.
“You better be Tybby, it took me the better part of 3 journeys, and countless and countless character backstory side journeys to finally obtain. You can try it on, but you’ll probably go insane with power, and try enacting some nefarious universe shattering evil plot that really isn’t logistically sound when you get into the numbers of it.” The old woman laments, like she does with most of the things in her store.
“The cube is safe to touch, it’s actually some children’s toy in another dimension, although adults like to play with it too to pretend they are intelligent. This one has a minor curse on it, every time you slide it, some labrynth puzzle in the desert will change its corridors or something. Haven’t bothered testing it too in depth.” She replies with a casual shrug, before pulling out a playing card deck.
“We also have some of these babies for sale, going like hot cakes! Pull out a card, get a random effect! Each deck is different, unlimited fun!” She proclaims in a monotone, unethisastic voice, like she was being forced to do it.
Crispy went up into her room to clean up. She took off her armor, prepared a quick bath, and undressed. She sat in it, drifting into a daydream, the water felt good. When she was clean she redressed, looking at herself in the mirror. While she was in very impressive physical shape, she took a moment to look at her scars and other wounds she had acquired since a child. With more embarrassment than pride, she sighed and finished dressing. She combed her hair, her face mostly unblemished, surprisingly. Must be lucky. She buckled her leather jerkin, her sword belt, and reached into her pack to look at the Gregball again. Tempted to talk to it again, all she could do was mumble a question on how to get home. After studying it for a moment, she put it away and proceeded to wait downstairs for the others.
I previously made a Performance check but I realized performance checks are made to determine how well one can delight an audience. So I edited that and made a Lute check, it's the same result. Nothing added or subtracted.
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Music wasn't a part of Crispy's life.
There was many things that were, especially in her past. Violence, sarcasm, bribery, extortion, assault. And, of course, the nightmares. She went downstairs and saw Ary waiting, and her heart softened a bit, as was becoming a habit whenever she looked at her, now. The darkness seemed to lighten a bit.
"Sorry," Crispy said, "I should have let you go first. I didn't know you were waiting. I hope I didn't take long."
Normally Crispy wouldn't have said anything, as she was used to her heart being cold, uncaring, dealing with the scars within her broken soul and living with her mistakes and issues. But after meeting Ary..she was different. Crispy wasn't nice to most people, or even trusting, that was how life forged her. Even the goblin, a goblin of all things, he was pleasant. She decided to refrain from telling stories to him about all the times she trashed them, as most Goblins were not like him. He was also different. Back home most were involved in evil deeds, and her job was to punish those who committed such crimes. At least, it was. Since getting fired, and in a strange land, things were different now.
She watched Ary go upstairs, and found that she was smiling again. And..they way she called her 'darling'. Hells, stop it, Cora, she thought to herself. People are going to think you have a soft spot. You've got a job to do, and you've got to get home.
She could have sworn she heard music coming from upstairs, and looked down and smiled again. She'd like to have music in her life.
An eternity has passed. The universe and all planes of existence have succumbed to heat death and no matter exists in any shape or form. There is only a void. A massive black emptiness. Crushing loneliness begins to set in, but then, suddenly, Marek awakens from his daydream. Tyberius has finally finished talking to his friend on the street. Marek knew not of where this magic shop was located, so like a ball and chain, he was forced to accompany Tyberius along the way.
"My gods, does he have a mouth on him..."
Marek mumbles to himself. As they pass into the threshold of the shop, Tyberius shouts out to Yoga Boba as if two old friends meet up for the first time in decades. Feeling a bit out of place, Marek quietly browses the aisles, passing each and every dusty artifact unenthusiastically until one in particular grabbed his attention: A dusty silver tapered candle on a tarnished brass base. He quickly grabs the item, rushing up to Yoga Boba just as she finishes speaking to Tyberius about the shiny gauntlet and deck of cards.
"Ma'am, is this what I think it is? Were you able to secure a Candle of Contrivance in near mint condition? This looks barely used!"
The expression on Marek's face is one few are able to see: Joy. He's leaning over the counter impatiently waiting for her response as he slams down the pouch holing the gold he was given earlier.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
As she waited for Ary to finish, she pushed a stool with her foot, claiming it, saving it for the bard when she came downstairs so they could sit together. As she waited, thoughts came to Crispy's mind around Boba. She seemed to be very well versed in selling goods from other..what did she say? Dimentions? Realities?
When the job was done, she would visit her again. Perhaps she knew of a way home?
Ary seemed to be curious about the slave girl, so in addition to thinking about her, and Boba, observed the slave girl as well to see if she could gain any insight as to what she was all about. She did seem way too thin. Maybe she was being mistreated? She waved the barkeep over and order an alcoholic beverage while she waited, wondering, if anything, what would Ary want.
Having finished her bath (that took longer of what she expected) she dressed up wearing a shoulderless blue blouse with her leather armor on top and some kind of simple shorts, leather vembraces and black leather boots, she didn't dress combat efficient but she didn't care, that wasn't her 'forte'.
Having dressed fully she went back down stairs to sit next to Crispy who was waiting for her. "Have seen any kind of demon around yet?"
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"Just the ones in my soul." She snorted, joking. She looked at her outfit, and admired her perfect skin. Her eyes went down to her shorts, and her legs, and had to startle herself to not get caught staring. "You like..nice!" She managed to squeak out, not used to giving out compliments, then turned her head, her face wrinkled at hearing how awkward her own words were. She quickly changed the subject, not knowing how terrible she sounded, or how Ary would react. "I didn't know if you wanted a drink or not..I uh..I didn't know what you'd like."
"Hey Arc." Crispy said. "No, not yet. Want another tea?" She winked, pulling out a chair for him.
She looked at Cora, let out a sigh and said in a serious tone on her voice: "We all have demons inside ourselves sweetie, even the strongest gods have demons to be worried and afraid about, even the betrayer gods or the naturally evil ones have something to be afraid of".
"I'll take the same thing you ordered, I like drinking anything to be honest. I did drink that potion that looked like tap water".
"Hey there Arc, done summoning?". Says while smiling.
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"It looks like it, but tell me Arc. Crispy likes killing and investigating stuff, Temmet loves betting, I play the lute, you do something else apart of... well... Being a goblin wizard that has a fish hawk? " she says, waiting for an answer.
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Crispy remained silent, contemplating Ary's words as she spoke. She was right. About many things. She did like killing things, investigating things, the demons inside. But deep down she had a heart of gold, and also defended her friends, which she didn't have many.
Maybe that would change? And maybe, if the things about her didn't scare her, Ary might like her very much as well. Arc was warming up to her as well. This kind of things never happened. It must be this reality. The people, so far, were nicer here. Back home she barely had anyone that liked her, and vice versa.
She got sad for a moment, that the events in her life made her this way, and she slowly got mad, and resentful at herself, and her life. As Ary and Arc spoke, the fire in her belly subsided. They both seemed to ground her, keep her cool. That was a good thing. She liked them, and she didn't want to show the negative traits about her to them. She did her best to keep those bad traits under control.
"Well, I have to say, I'm a pretty strong willed guy, and I am good at numbers. So let's see how these gems look on my hand!" Tyberius will slide the gauntlet on, curious to see whether or not Yoga Baba is making up stories again or not.
Tyberius, once you slip on the gauntlet, the crystals light up with dazzling luminescence, and you experience a pain the likes which you've never experienced before. It feels like your body is slowly pulling itself apart, bit by bit, being disintegrated on a level way below what scientists of your world have so far discovered. On the other hand, for a brief second, you felt like a god, no, more then a god. You felt eternal, space and time were laying themselves bare for you, more knowledge then any one being could hold was available for your pursuing, the power to alter reality itself at your finger tips.
As suddenly as it came, it also went away, with Yoga Boba holding a steaming golden gauntlet. You feel like a fish that just got out of a fire spell gone wrong, and the hand which the gauntlet was situated looks horribly burned despite feeling relatively normal, except maybe a slight numbness.
Yoga Boba has a disappointed yet accepting look, like a grandparent that knew their charge was running headfirst towards a door but let it happen anyways to teach them a lesson. She turns to Marek and explains-
"Sorry laddie, it's actually an Candle of CANtrivance. Not a Candle of CONtrivance. Very similar sounding I know, no shame in getting the two mixed up. The CAN candle also works remarkable similar to the CON candle, but instead of showing the future of the universe your currently situated in, it shows the future of a random parallel reality. Now you may think this is a huge downgrade, but fear not! It doesn't have the pesky limitations the other candle has, you can look as far as a thousand years into the future of a similar reality, or a thousand years into the past! And because scrying through space and time is much easier diagonally then vertically, it also has a few more charges then a contrivance candle. Great steal in my books. I'll price it at about 122 gold, 3 silver, 1 copper, and a promise to never cut that luxurious golden mane of hair, or at least give me the clippings once you're done!" She exclaims with a witch like cackle, making it seem very uncertain if she's being serious or not regarding that additional price.
The servant girl hurriedly brought your tray of drinks, before once more rushing off to the kitchen to serve the party of gamblers. It would seem she is the only slave working as a waitress at the moment, and she's barely stopped for any sort of rest since you all entered the tavern/inn. Crispy, from what you can recall of your crash course of Valm society, slaves generally come from either desert nomads from the south, conquered desert oasis villages, tribes from the jungle, or sometimes very very poor Valmese citizens who had to sell themselves or their offspring.
The girl seemed to have very dark skin, while the rest of the Northern born Valm born citizens tended to have skin ranging from olive skinned, to a mocha. Most of the tavern goers, including Temmet, seem to be completely indifferent to her presence. The tavern owner dosen't seem to be particularly harsh towards the girl, nor does he seem to have any warmth towards her in the limited public interactions you've seen the two to have. Ary's reaction seems to be somewhat atypical for someone born in Valm, and you can sense a slight discomfort from Arc. Makes sense, because Goblins in Zofia are second hand citizens to the other second hand citizens of nonmagi from what you've heard.