Crispy eyes the girl from time to time, with a mixture of curiosity and protection, but she doesn't know why. Not that it would pertain to this particular circumstance, but one thing Crispy didn't stand for was bullying.
"She doesn't SEEM to be mistreated.." she says vaguely to Ary and Arc.
Ary grabbed her drink while looking at the girls eyes, nodding. Waits for her to leave and says: "Never judge a book by its cover, no one will never truly know what that girl goes through everyday, it's not my business but I hope one day slavery becomes ilegal, meanwhile I care more about what Arc just said. Humans behind the attacks? We know that, a syndicate is kidnapping children to turn them into dem-...or is it?"
Crispy considered that and smiled. "Humans are easier to kill. Demons are not my favorite thing." She winked. "I have the feeling this might be a bit dangerous, but that's just me being pessimistic. It reminds me of a case I took back home."
"I used to think goblins were easy to kill until I met Arc, no offense, small friend, but I'm sure you would destroy me by just snapping your fingers".
"The goblins back where i'm from are a menace, a plague. You?" She nods to Arc. "You're different. I didn't even know goblins could be casters. Or that..bards could..be so pretty." Crispy coughs, looking back at her drink. "Well! When we get started, i'm hoping to do my best and crack this case as best I can. I can't stand criminal scum."
Tyberius begins cursing in multiple languages before smiling awkwardly and saying, "Sorry Ma'am, I thought I could handle it. Pretty powerful artifact there though. Maybe I should ask you this instead. My friends and I are demon-hunting soon, and I could use a magical boost, preferably that won't rip me apart at the seams." Tyberius looks at the gauntlet longingly, as if he craves the power that he felt, and like he almost wants to risk the gauntlet again to get that power, until he glances down at his burnt left hand and shakes his head slightly "Maybe you know of something that could help me? I obviously should not be trusted to choose things. The deck is certainly intriguing, but power that is random seems like as much of a liability as it is an asset."
Marek, while still pretty disappointed, turns the candlestick over in his hand, agrees it might prove useful some time and pays the gold. He then saunters off, retracing his steps back to the tavern to meet up with the rest of the group. He nods his head in greetings and recognition as he takes his seat, mid conversation.
She smiles looking at the tavern's door without saying anything, she heard her perfectly. She then looks at Marek and says: "Heya, what did you buy? I hope you brought me something. I'm kidding, I have enough with those potions i bought".
Marek takes his seat and faintly smiles as he is greeted. As Ary says hello and prods at what he has purchased, he reaches in his pack and sets down a dusty candlestick on the center of the table. Granted it looks like some run-of-the-mill antique candle, it has a unique property to it.
"This..."
He says, leaning in over the table dramatically.
"This will help us tremendously..."
Marek's gaze darts around the table, grasping at everyone's attention.
"For when..."
And after a dramatic pause,
"It gets dark."
After a few seconds of silence, Marek bursts out in a bit of laughter.
"I am only kidding! Granted this isn't what I thought it to be at first glance, but it may come in useful at some point or another. It's called a 'Candle of Cantrivance.' Would you all like a demonstration, perhaps?"
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Marek can see the other's hesitant reaction to his proposal. He never was the charismatic type, to be honest. After a moment, he rubs his chin and says,
"Oh, hmm. There's nothing to worry about, I promise!"
A puzzled look crosses his face for a moment.
"No harm will come to you, knight's honor!"
Marek makes a fist and raises it in salute. He reaches his hand out one more time.
"If were going to kill necromancers and demons, we're going to have to trust each other."
The Knight seems honest, but somewhat guilty at being caught. While you feel whatever he is proposing truthfully isn’t dangerous, you do feel like he’s severely under selling the significance of what it does. Ary, you can feel the passive magic radiating off the object like crazy. It feels somewhat like how Virion’s passive magic or ‘signature’ felt like, making you feel it has something to do with time magic.
"Alright okay, fine, I'll do it". Ary says this as she grabs Marek by the hand. she raises her hand towards Crispy. "You don't have to but there shouldn't be anything to worry about".
"Alright." She says to Ary, who she trusted more. "If you think it's ok." She shoots a narrow-eyed glance at Marek, holding hands with Ary and raising her hand for Arc.
By some omnipotent force, Marek appeared to have won the favor of the two most hesitant friends at the table. His face wrinkles with joy as he gently grabs onto to Ary's hand and watches her link with Crispy, who then reaches for Arc.
"Trust me, you'll love this."
He says peacefully. Then, in a melancholy manner, he grasps the candle by the brass stand and lifts it up slightly, leaning it to one side.
"I had something like this once as a child, but, 'to light a candle is to cast a shadow' some would say."
"I have the feeling we're about to find out." Crispy says, mentally buckling up for another horrible flashback. Twice in one day, Hells truly hates me.
Marek gleams with excitement, slightly squeezing Ary's hand a little firmer.
"Okay, for this to work, I need everyone to think of a specific time frame. It has to be consistent and group wide. Let us go with... 30 seconds in the past!"
Marek nods in agreement, and looks at everyone's faces as he tries to explain the ritual.
"Just focus on '30 seconds in the past' and close your eyes. Let me know when you're ready!"
Crispy eyes the girl from time to time, with a mixture of curiosity and protection, but she doesn't know why. Not that it would pertain to this particular circumstance, but one thing Crispy didn't stand for was bullying.
"She doesn't SEEM to be mistreated.." she says vaguely to Ary and Arc.
Ary grabbed her drink while looking at the girls eyes, nodding. Waits for her to leave and says: "Never judge a book by its cover, no one will never truly know what that girl goes through everyday, it's not my business but I hope one day slavery becomes ilegal, meanwhile I care more about what Arc just said. Humans behind the attacks? We know that, a syndicate is kidnapping children to turn them into dem-...or is it?"
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 considered that and smiled. "Humans are easier to kill. Demons are not my favorite thing." She winked. "I have the feeling this might be a bit dangerous, but that's just me being pessimistic. It reminds me of a case I took back home."
"I used to think goblins were easy to kill until I met Arc, no offense, small friend, but I'm sure you would destroy me by just snapping your fingers".
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.
"The goblins back where i'm from are a menace, a plague. You?" She nods to Arc. "You're different. I didn't even know goblins could be casters. Or that..bards could..be so pretty." Crispy coughs, looking back at her drink. "Well! When we get started, i'm hoping to do my best and crack this case as best I can. I can't stand criminal scum."
Tyberius begins cursing in multiple languages before smiling awkwardly and saying, "Sorry Ma'am, I thought I could handle it. Pretty powerful artifact there though. Maybe I should ask you this instead. My friends and I are demon-hunting soon, and I could use a magical boost, preferably that won't rip me apart at the seams." Tyberius looks at the gauntlet longingly, as if he craves the power that he felt, and like he almost wants to risk the gauntlet again to get that power, until he glances down at his burnt left hand and shakes his head slightly "Maybe you know of something that could help me? I obviously should not be trusted to choose things. The deck is certainly intriguing, but power that is random seems like as much of a liability as it is an asset."
Marek, while still pretty disappointed, turns the candlestick over in his hand, agrees it might prove useful some time and pays the gold. He then saunters off, retracing his steps back to the tavern to meet up with the rest of the group. He nods his head in greetings and recognition as he takes his seat, mid conversation.
"Arc... Ary... Crispy..."
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
She smiles looking at the tavern's door without saying anything, she heard her perfectly. She then looks at Marek and says: "Heya, what did you buy? I hope you brought me something. I'm kidding, I have enough with those potions i bought".
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." Crispy nods, slightly embarrassed at her pathetic attempt to be complimentative.
Marek takes his seat and faintly smiles as he is greeted. As Ary says hello and prods at what he has purchased, he reaches in his pack and sets down a dusty candlestick on the center of the table. Granted it looks like some run-of-the-mill antique candle, it has a unique property to it.
"This..."
He says, leaning in over the table dramatically.
"This will help us tremendously..."
Marek's gaze darts around the table, grasping at everyone's attention.
"For when..."
And after a dramatic pause,
"It gets dark."
After a few seconds of silence, Marek bursts out in a bit of laughter.
"I am only kidding! Granted this isn't what I thought it to be at first glance, but it may come in useful at some point or another. It's called a 'Candle of Cantrivance.' Would you all like a demonstration, perhaps?"
Marek holds out one of his hands.
"Link hands and I'll show you."
Marek winks, slyly.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
INSIGHT CHECK 22. "Did you j- you winked right? or was that a twitch, why?"
Insight to try and see his true intentions, I dont know what that object does IC and OOC.
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
”Oh he winked. And im not touching that thing. I dont need another..flashback.”
Marek can see the other's hesitant reaction to his proposal. He never was the charismatic type, to be honest. After a moment, he rubs his chin and says,
"Oh, hmm. There's nothing to worry about, I promise!"
A puzzled look crosses his face for a moment.
"No harm will come to you, knight's honor!"
Marek makes a fist and raises it in salute. He reaches his hand out one more time.
"If were going to kill necromancers and demons, we're going to have to trust each other."
Persuasion Check : 17 (just in case)
*edit : wow **** me, amirite? And OOC: It really is completely harmless.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Crispy gives you a less than pleased look that clearly indicates that she doesnt believe you at all.
The Knight seems honest, but somewhat guilty at being caught. While you feel whatever he is proposing truthfully isn’t dangerous, you do feel like he’s severely under selling the significance of what it does. Ary, you can feel the passive magic radiating off the object like crazy. It feels somewhat like how Virion’s passive magic or ‘signature’ felt like, making you feel it has something to do with time magic.
"Alright okay, fine, I'll do it". Ary says this as she grabs Marek by the hand. she raises her hand towards Crispy. "You don't have to but there shouldn't be anything to worry about".
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.
"Alright." She says to Ary, who she trusted more. "If you think it's ok." She shoots a narrow-eyed glance at Marek, holding hands with Ary and raising her hand for Arc.
By some omnipotent force, Marek appeared to have won the favor of the two most hesitant friends at the table. His face wrinkles with joy as he gently grabs onto to Ary's hand and watches her link with Crispy, who then reaches for Arc.
"Trust me, you'll love this."
He says peacefully. Then, in a melancholy manner, he grasps the candle by the brass stand and lifts it up slightly, leaning it to one side.
"I had something like this once as a child, but, 'to light a candle is to cast a shadow' some would say."
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
"I have the feeling we're about to find out." Crispy says, mentally buckling up for another horrible flashback. Twice in one day, Hells truly hates me.
Marek gleams with excitement, slightly squeezing Ary's hand a little firmer.
"Okay, for this to work, I need everyone to think of a specific time frame. It has to be consistent and group wide. Let us go with... 30 seconds in the past!"
Marek nods in agreement, and looks at everyone's faces as he tries to explain the ritual.
"Just focus on '30 seconds in the past' and close your eyes. Let me know when you're ready!"
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."