Folki circles around the strange camp, eyes bouncing from one thing to the next as the bizarre and vivid details catch them. After a minute or so, his curiosity getting the better of him, he dives towards the large carriage. At the last moment his wings snap open, catching the air to just slow his descent enough, and he lands forcefully with his knee and fist hitting the ground(superhero landing!!!!!). Immediately he jumps up, swearing and clutching his leg while shaking his right hand.
"SHIT!...... Hells that hurt!....... thought it would look so much cooler!!!!....... .. OW!!!! ...... "
He catches himself mid bounce, looking up to see the eyes of all the strangers pinned on him. With a nervous smile and tilt of his head, he raises one hand. "Hi..."
Folki, your awkward landing has confused the people of the camp. A portly man about 6 and a half feet tall approaches you. He is wearing a hat that is 2ft tall. His shiny purple pants are held up by leather belts. He wears a shirt that is white in the front but red on the sides and the back. The buttons of the shirt look like purple fuzzy balls. He says, "What brings you hear, Aarakocra?" in a amiable but curious voice.
Folki is leaning down rubbing his knee. "Just set up ....... Blast that hurt!!! ...... we're just setting up camp over that way...... . wondered who else it was out here.."
Folki looks up, getting his first proper look at what the man is wearing. ".... What the hell.... why are you wearing that? .... WHo are you guys?"
The man says with a laugh, "I guess the circus never came to where you lived. We are a group of traveling performers. We have knife throwers, fire breathers, beast masters, acrobats and gymnasts, comedians and magicians. I'm the ringmaster, Jigs"
"No, we never had many visitors where I grew up........ you guys sound quite interesting...... though we've got out own fire breather, not that special......"Folki talks slightly absent-mindedly, his attention drifting from sight to sight around the camp "...... where are you going?"
While Folki looks around, he notices a few cages containing various creatures in them. He also notices other creatures tied to a makeshift stable. The creatures appear to be huge lizards. They are something from a large iron container. They hiss at Folki as he looks at them.
Jigs answers, "We are heading to Sydil right now. Then we will hit up Drynia and then finish up with Romel." While he talks a young girl, about 10 years old walks to the front of the crowd and stares at Folki.
(Elsara would totally be into going to the circus. Shame she's committed to a mission right now, she'd love some cotton candy and to watch the interesting beasts :-( )
"That's a shame...... we're heading in the opposite direction" when Folki sees the young girl, he reaches into his pocket. He pulls out his Greater Potion of Healing, realises its the wrong thing, puts it back and then pulls out a small round carving. It is of a hedgehog that he saw a couple of afternoons ago in its den while he was hunting, curled up and fast asleep. He holds it out towards the young girl.
The young girl takes it and thanks Folki. The ringmaster says, "Aye that's a shame. Is there anything you need? I'm sure we could spare some supplies... for a price."
"Nah.... we've not been on the road long...... not in need of anything..... though I think one of my friends would certainly enjoy watching you practice......... and the company never goes amiss"
"Well, if you're sure." The ringmaster goes to inspect the practice session and everyone else gets back to practicing. You see a man in a sparkly silk throws silver knives at a small wooden box held by a life-sized wooden dummy. The fire breather puts and odd liquid in his mouth and exhales flames. It looks very similar to Skiirod's fire breath. However, the fire breather is a half-orc and not a dragon born. Folki, I assume you leave since Elsara can't hear you from here. You fly back to camp and inform Elsara.
DM: In the timeline, this has happened when Elsara was just done with her sword dance. The Elyza's lecture had just started seconds ago. (Like I said, RP away and I will fit things into the timeline as they happen)
Folki, you watch a illusionist and his young assistant practice tricks for a while before questioning people. The drow (They are not evil in this world. They just like living alone in their own societies most of the time) weapon juggler talks to you while he juggles a rapier, a longsword and a burning torch. "The Sharp Talons? Yeah, we've heard about them. One of them got sick of the secluded life and ran came with us. He's in the big carriage resting. He burnt his wing during performance at Cosmer." He throws the longsword in the air and catches it with his teeth.
Elsara's ears twitch, picking up on the call from the carts off to one side. "A circus!?" She says with glee. Elsara's never been able to go to the circus before, but has heard of them and seen them from afar from the top window of the library. Her imagination carries her as she quickly skips over towards the circus tents, completely forgetting about the free lecture she was listening in on as she looks around for Folki after his call to her.
Elsara has never seen Folki so excited, or move so fast. Leaping into the aor, his wings buffeting the drows items so they clatter to the ground, he races to the big carriage. Yet again forgetting to slow down, he crashes into the side of it as he goes for the entrance. He throws open the door, standing there slight panting. Who/what does he see?
The carriage is the size of a house. He sees many small rooms in it. The walls and the ceiling are wooden. The Floor is carpeted with a thin and light red carpet. A door opens and a Dwarf woman with red hair tied up into a pony tail pokes her head out and stares at you.
(sorry a very busy couple of days)
Folki circles around the strange camp, eyes bouncing from one thing to the next as the bizarre and vivid details catch them. After a minute or so, his curiosity getting the better of him, he dives towards the large carriage. At the last moment his wings snap open, catching the air to just slow his descent enough, and he lands forcefully with his knee and fist hitting the ground(superhero landing!!!!!). Immediately he jumps up, swearing and clutching his leg while shaking his right hand.
"SHIT!...... Hells that hurt!....... thought it would look so much cooler!!!!....... .. OW!!!! ...... "
He catches himself mid bounce, looking up to see the eyes of all the strangers pinned on him. With a nervous smile and tilt of his head, he raises one hand. "Hi..."
(No worries.)
Folki, your awkward landing has confused the people of the camp. A portly man about 6 and a half feet tall approaches you. He is wearing a hat that is 2ft tall. His shiny purple pants are held up by leather belts. He wears a shirt that is white in the front but red on the sides and the back. The buttons of the shirt look like purple fuzzy balls. He says, "What brings you hear, Aarakocra?" in a amiable but curious voice.
Folki is leaning down rubbing his knee. "Just set up ....... Blast that hurt!!! ...... we're just setting up camp over that way...... . wondered who else it was out here.."
Folki looks up, getting his first proper look at what the man is wearing. ".... What the hell.... why are you wearing that? .... WHo are you guys?"
The man says with a laugh, "I guess the circus never came to where you lived. We are a group of traveling performers. We have knife throwers, fire breathers, beast masters, acrobats and gymnasts, comedians and magicians. I'm the ringmaster, Jigs"
"No, we never had many visitors where I grew up........ you guys sound quite interesting...... though we've got out own fire breather, not that special......" Folki talks slightly absent-mindedly, his attention drifting from sight to sight around the camp "...... where are you going?"
While Folki looks around, he notices a few cages containing various creatures in them. He also notices other creatures tied to a makeshift stable. The creatures appear to be huge lizards. They are something from a large iron container. They hiss at Folki as he looks at them.
Jigs answers, "We are heading to Sydil right now. Then we will hit up Drynia and then finish up with Romel." While he talks a young girl, about 10 years old walks to the front of the crowd and stares at Folki.
(Elsara would totally be into going to the circus. Shame she's committed to a mission right now, she'd love some cotton candy and to watch the interesting beasts :-( )
"That's a shame...... we're heading in the opposite direction" when Folki sees the young girl, he reaches into his pocket. He pulls out his Greater Potion of Healing, realises its the wrong thing, puts it back and then pulls out a small round carving. It is of a hedgehog that he saw a couple of afternoons ago in its den while he was hunting, curled up and fast asleep. He holds it out towards the young girl.
The young girl takes it and thanks Folki. The ringmaster says, "Aye that's a shame. Is there anything you need? I'm sure we could spare some supplies... for a price."
"Nah.... we've not been on the road long...... not in need of anything..... though I think one of my friends would certainly enjoy watching you practice......... and the company never goes amiss"
"ELSARA!! IT'S A CIRCUS!!!"
"Well, if you're sure." The ringmaster goes to inspect the practice session and everyone else gets back to practicing. You see a man in a sparkly silk throws silver knives at a small wooden box held by a life-sized wooden dummy. The fire breather puts and odd liquid in his mouth and exhales flames. It looks very similar to Skiirod's fire breath. However, the fire breather is a half-orc and not a dragon born. Folki, I assume you leave since Elsara can't hear you from here.
You fly back to camp and inform Elsara.DM: In the timeline, this has happened when Elsara was just done with her sword dance. The Elyza's lecture had just started seconds ago. (Like I said, RP away and I will fit things into the timeline as they happen)
Yeah folki goes as far as needed to be heard but still not all the way, just bellow it out
In that case, Elsara, you finish your sword dance and suddenly hear someone scream. "ELSARA!! IT'S A CIRCUS!!!"
Elyza is about to start her lecture when she hears that screaming. "What was that?". What will Folki do after screaming it out?
Swoop back to the circus, he wants to watch too.
After a while Folki will start to question people if they've heard anything about the Sharp Talons
Folki, you watch a illusionist and his young assistant practice tricks for a while before questioning people. The drow (They are not evil in this world. They just like living alone in their own societies most of the time) weapon juggler talks to you while he juggles a rapier, a longsword and a burning torch. "The Sharp Talons? Yeah, we've heard about them. One of them got sick of the secluded life and ran came with us. He's in the big carriage resting. He burnt his wing during performance at Cosmer." He throws the longsword in the air and catches it with his teeth.
Elsara's ears twitch, picking up on the call from the carts off to one side. "A circus!?" She says with glee. Elsara's never been able to go to the circus before, but has heard of them and seen them from afar from the top window of the library. Her imagination carries her as she quickly skips over towards the circus tents, completely forgetting about the free lecture she was listening in on as she looks around for Folki after his call to her.
Elsara runs to the circus. She makes it just in time to see the drow catch the sword with his teeth.
Elsara has never seen Folki so excited, or move so fast. Leaping into the aor, his wings buffeting the drows items so they clatter to the ground, he races to the big carriage. Yet again forgetting to slow down, he crashes into the side of it as he goes for the entrance. He throws open the door, standing there slight panting. Who/what does he see?
The carriage is the size of a house. He sees many small rooms in it. The walls and the ceiling are wooden. The Floor is carpeted with a thin and light red carpet. A door opens and a Dwarf woman with red hair tied up into a pony tail pokes her head out and stares at you.
”where is he?!”