"A meeting would be lovely. Though your offer for lodging is appreciated, I prefer to be closer to O'si Vandor when I rest. I'd be more than happy to consider whatever offer your patron may present. And since my meal is to be covered as well, feel free to consider half that coins value a tip, and put the other half on my tab."
"I accept this meating as well," The Black Rose smiled. "Protecting those who cannot protect themselves sounds like a good use of my time," he said excitedly.
"And my dear barkeep, you have provided us with plenty this evening - a place to rest, a delectable meal, and refreshing drinks. I would also like to give you a tip, so please keep my gold coin," he said as he bowed his head as a sign of appreciation.
Myrtea smiles approvingly as she scans the clipboard and glances from face to face, seeming to imprint each of your features on her wide black pupils. She pauses when her gaze reaches The Black Rose. "I thank you for the information on what form of writing suits you best, sir. You are the first with other sight than eyes to brave the spiral maze that Llandovion can be even for me on a madding market day, all the way up here to join us at the breezy topmast crows'nest of all!" She beckons Glyn over to take her place behind the bar, then climbs the staircase leading upwards to the right of the bar. A few moments later she descends again, accompanied by a well dressed river gnome of a certain delicately indeterminate age. He nods courteously to each of you in turn as they approach, though you notice no visible gesture of Myrtea's indicating who you are.
(please make a Perception roll by clicking that statistic on your character sheet. However, pls don't post or describe the results of that roll until I see if you all made it; if not I'll PM pertinent description to those who did.
Otherwise, please DO describe your reaction to the duo's approach, with the understanding that you can either go back later and edit in any reactions to a successful PER check or else describe them in a later post, totally up to you which suits you best)
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After getting Glyn's name, Tarton walks to the bar, climbs up a stool and stands on it so he can tell Myrtea about Glyn's referral and asks to add his name to the list.
After signing his name on the list he turns to the others gathered and introduces himself, "Uh, hi. I'm Tarton..." As he searches for what else to say to the group, for those who saw his interaction with Glyn, you wonder were the confidence he showed has gone as he appears to be clamming up. He keeps his hood up and won't make direct eye contact with anyone. You get the feeling he is not very educated and hasn't done a lot of talking in a group. "I'm good at hiding and... finding treasure." He quickly turns and starts eating from the bowl in front of him looking a bit awkward.
At the mention of having a room provided he responds, "I just woke up, so a room won't be necessary, but if that is where I need to be for this, I will wait there." You get the feeling he is uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping in a room. And when Myrtea mentions The Black Rose using something other than eyes to see he looks both curious and concerned.
Tarton sits quietly watching as Myrtea and the gnome approach, waiting for what is to come.
As the pair entered the room, the Black Rose felt more at home than he had felt in a while. The familiar size and smell reminded the Black Rose of his childhood and filled him with a mix of safety and homesickness, resulting in an almost sad, but very real smile.
"I must say that it is a pleasure to meet you," the Black Rose responded in Gnomish. "You remind me of a part of my life where I have felt the most happiness”
Artifex says nothing, but keeps the same look of playful curiosity on their face, it's lips still turned up at the edges in a half smirk that seems to be their default. Their gaze locks onto the gnome rather quickly, but they appear more fascinated with his clothing than anything else.
When they have approached to a few feet from the right end of the bar, the pair pauses, and Myrtea beckons you over with a graceful flourish of her horns. "This is Mr. Leewamba.. I hope you will be able to help him with this matter, and I hope you find each other pleasant company in any case." She salutes the gnome, and then each of you, with a synchronized wave of her right hoof and tail and returns to her post behind the bar. Meanwhile, Mr. Leewamba turns to you and smiles.
"Ah, a promising group at last. Nice balance of pragmatism and style .. you just may do the trick before those bl -- ," he glances at The Black Rose and rephrases somewhat, " -- those deliberately self-obscured colleagues of mine lose us the whole hand. And game." For a moment the cheerfulness in his eyes wavers slightly. "But this is perhaps not the most comfortable venue to discuss these things? Or the most aesthetically pleasing? I find the rooftop garden by far the most pleasant portion of this very pleasant inn," he smiles over at Glyn and Myrtea, who seem to be having a conversation of some sort, though the echoing swirl of sounds that dances through even the meanest tavern on market nights is here richened to a deep and intricate music by the acoustics of the room which muffles any further details from all but the sharpest ears. At any rate, after a nod of acknowledgement to your hosts Mr. Leewamba goes on, "...and I would be delighted if you'd join me there for further conversation. The only cover I will charge is your acceptance of your share of the round of drinks I am about to treat the house to. Of any sort you desire ... or need." You think his eyes pause on one of you as he says this last word, but he is far too subtle to leave any sort of certainty in your mind about who it was that will last more than five minutes before you change your mind.
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Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Lost in his memories, the Black Rose not only failed to notice whom he was looking at in the end, but he also didn't realize that Mr. Leewamba had changed his words at the beginning when he glanced at him.
Finally, he collected himself and replied, “A drink in a garden sounds nice,” he responded, still speaking in Gnomish. After regaining his composure completely, he finished his sentence in Common, “Dwarven ale is my preferred choice of drink.”
After a short pause, Tarton says, "A garden is good. Yes, outside is best. Any unfermented fruit juice or other such drink for me if you will." making the answer to his drink preference sounds like a question rather than an answer.
He then folds his arms and whispers to Mr Leewamba while looking past him, "Sorry if this is rude, but do we need to worry about what's going on in that dimly lit corner behind you, or does Glyn and his sharp eyes already have this taken care of? Something is going on in that corner..." He is holding his daggers under his cloak while his arms are folded in case he needs to be ready for what follows Mr Leewamba's response.
"Elvish wine would be lovely if you have it. Or if you have anything particularly rare, I'm loathe to say no to the opportunity to try something new to me."
“I too would relish a glass of elven wine. Excellent choice. Lead on!” Erolith seems oblivious at the moment to things around him. Perhaps it was the honey mead from earlier or perhaps it was the intoxicating dance by the wood elf.
Mr. Leewamba extracts a folio bound in green leather from his pocket and writes down all of your drinks. He goes over to the bar and speaks to Glyn and Myrtea, who wrap up their conversation with a few hurried words when they see him approaching. Then he returns to you, while the two behind the bar seem to divide up that space between them and turn to serving patrons in their respective sections.
Your host walks past you with a nod and a waved invitation to follow, and leads you over to the staircase leading up. As he passes Tarton, he hands him a carved wooden cup filled with dark purple juice and speaks in Halfling: "This was the last they had of the fresh ceirios juice, and Myrtea feels that's what you would be most likely to enjoy; but they do have a few others also for later." He bends to whisper, still in Halfling, "Thank you. Glyn had been occupied with a ... business discussion, from what I can gather ... and did not notice them, but I believe Madame Ivui ... ," he waves gracefully at the wood elf dancer, " ... became aware of their interest and will be taking a sharper interest of her own in their subsequent doings." As he straightens and beckons to everyone to follow him up the stairs, a brief squabble in the Minotaur tongue flares behind the bar and is as quickly quenched. Myrtea's voice was by far the most frequent and the final speaker; the other was higher in register but a similar enough voice to Myrtea's to make it obvious she was some near relation. The only part of the conversation you understood, though, was Myrtea's final remark, in icily weighted Common:
I am not asking you, Myrine. Since you see fit to play the barmaid so frequently when ... certain individuals ... are about -- you will work as one.
Now."
A few moments later, a young half-minotaur woman walks over to you with a tray on which your remaining drink orders uneasily repose. For a moment you consider trying to bottle the expression on her face for future use against trolls and other regenerating creatures ...
... but only for a moment. Myrine quickly settles her features into an imperturbability whose only flaw ... aside from you seeing the transition and the pure vitriol that preceded it ... lies in its being much too artfully flawless
Tarton relaxes as he sheathes his daggers and responds in Halfling, "You are indeed generous. My deepest thanks." He accepts the wooden cup and raises it up in Myrtea's direction, accidentally spilling a few drops, which makes his face turn red as he gives her a nod. As he follows Mr. Leewamba, he says quietly in Halfling, "I did not doubt you would have it under control and only spoke in case it was some sort of test. I'm sure those two will be easy enough to handle but..." Realizing he was still speaking in Halfling, he says at normal volume in Common, "Again, I thank you for your generosity."
He doesn't react to the comments from the bar, nor the approaching bar maid as he appears to be trying to decide on something while looking into the cup in his hands.
Tarton does believe they can deal with the situation but is pondering about saying something else about it. If you think this is worth rolling for, let me know what it should be (INT, WIS, or insight).
Artifex can't help but give a slight chuckle as they take their drink. Dropping their voice a little, they say to the half- minotaur "Sounds like someone's in trouble... But rules are meant to be broken no?" It raises the glass of wine slightly, toasting her, a smile dancing on the corners of their lips. "I wish you good fortune,and a thrilling night." With that, Artifex follows the others
Tarton relaxes as he sheathes his daggers and responds in Halfling, "You are indeed generous. My deepest thanks." He accepts the wooden cup and raises it up in Myrtea's direction, accidentally spilling a few drops, which makes his face turn red as he gives her a nod. As he follows Mr. Leewamba, he says quietly in Halfling, "I did not doubt you would have it under control and only spoke in case it was some sort of test. I'm sure those two will be easy enough to handle but..." Realizing he was still speaking in Halfling, he says at normal volume in Common, "Again, I thank you for your generosity."
He doesn't react to the comments from the bar, nor the approaching bar maid as he appears to be trying to decide on something while looking into the cup in his hands.
Tarton does believe they can deal with the situation but is pondering about saying something else about it. If you think this is worth rolling for, let me know what it should be (INT, WIS, or insight).
No, in this case I'd say you're fine as far as saying something you already know goes, but if you want to try and think of something your character hasn't realized yet I'd say an Insight or an INT roll on your character sheet would be appropriate -- Insight if you think that the process would involve flashes of intuition or anything like that, or INT if you think it would be a strict logical reasoning process. Post here with which one you want to use, then click the appropriate one on your character sheet and I'll either message or post the results.
I'm getting used to DMing on these particular play by post boards, and able to relax some of the things I said eariler that now seem to me a bit unreasonable. As a general rule on this thread hereoninandafter:
if you want your character to try and use a particular ability go ahead and mention what ability you're using after a line of separators, but then roll the ability by clicking your character sheet in the campaign log and I;ll decide whether in that particular case it;s more apprtoopriate for you to describe the RESULTS of the roll in a post on the thread or if there are other factors your character may not be aware of which make it more appropriate for me to announce and describe the results as part of a more general post dealing with several things at once
Artifex can't help but give a slight chuckle as they take their drink. Dropping their voice a little, they say to the half- minotaur "Sounds like someone's in trouble... But rules are meant to be broken no?" It raises the glass of wine slightly, toasting her, a smile dancing on the corners of their lips. "I wish you good fortune,and a thrilling night." With that, Artifex follows the others
Myrine raises one eyebrow at this, not quite as elegantly as her mother might have done but quite a passable effort for her time of life. Then she turns back to the bar, glancing once over her shoulder at Artifex as she goes, and then withdrawing her gaze before they can read hers ... although you're not certain it will require all that much interpretation ... Unfortunately, that was the very moment she tried to also spin in a way that would flare out her gwisg cymraddodiadol,
flirtatiously, and she instead stumbles clumsily and heavily, cursed by the post gods to be unable to turn off the boldface and italics that are drawing such embarassing attention to her every action. She finishes by giving Artifex a final smoldering ember glance of mingled lust and wrath and disappears behind a cloud of smoke several newly arrived kender seated at the bar are exhaling in an ever spreading cloud.
After a few steps Tarton continues talking quietly in Halfling to Mr. Leewamba, "I assume talking in Halfling is to keep delicate information from prying ears, so I will continue using it. I hesitate to say this after already being assured about my previous concern. However, the two in the booth are not what worried me most, but what is above them... that is making me uneasy. I am not sure what it is, but that broken torch basket, it doesn't seem right to me. In fact it feels wrong, but I can't figure out why. I would not sleep well if something bad happened because I didn't provide a warning. If my warning is for nothing, then I can sleep all the easier knowing there never was a danger."
As Tarton grimaces at how embarrassed he would be to stumble like that in front of people and watches Myrine disappear into the cloud of smoke, he takes note of how the view within the room seems to be reducing rather quickly, at least to him.
LOL about the post gods and boldface/italics. I found I had to backspace to before the original bolded words, re-write what was typed and then go back and bold what I wanted. Why doesn't the command bold and un-bold? I haven't tried italics other than what I have copied.
No need to roll for something I already don't understand. It was more about how to act in this social circumstance - and to not meta game this by jumping at every little thing. Too late now though as he just noticed something else.
I'd like to roll a perception check to see at what rate visibility is dropping, if at all, and to take note of what is still visible, particularly where they are headed.
After a few steps Tarton continues talking quietly in Halfling to Mr. Leewamba, "I assume talking in Halfling is to keep delicate information from prying ears, so I will continue using it. I hesitate to say this after already being assured about my previous concern. However, the two in the booth are not what worried me most, but what is above them... that is making me uneasy. I am not sure what it is, but that broken torch basket, it doesn't seem right to me. In fact it feels wrong, but I can't figure out why. I would not sleep well if something bad happened because I didn't provide a warning. If my warning is for nothing, then I can sleep all the easier knowing there never was a danger."
As Tarton grimaces at how embarrassed he would be to stumble like that in front of people and watches Myrine disappear into the cloud of smoke, he takes note of how the view within the room seems to be reducing rather quickly, at least to him.
LOL about the post gods and boldface/italics. I found I had to backspace to before the original bolded words, re-write what was typed and then go back and bold what I wanted. Why doesn't the command bold and un-bold? I haven't tried italics other than what I have copied.
No need to roll for something I already don't understand. It was more about how to act in this social circumstance - and to not meta game this by jumping at every little thing. Too late now though as he just noticed something else.
I'd like to roll a perception check to see at what rate visibility is dropping, if at all, and to take note of what is still visible, particularly where they are headed.
Mr. Leewamba looks over at the torch basket, and nods to you. "Oh, that is interesting. I must compliment you on your sharp eyes ... and for the compliment. I hadn't quite planned the use of Halfling in advance, I'd really meant it as a courtesy to you, but it is useful for communicating thus, so: ah. Yes. I am a little more uneasy about those two now also, and I will certainly have Miss Rhosywyllyn," he waves over his shoulder towards the spot Myrine last was seen, " -- pass the word on. But I am actually inclined to regard it more as an insult than anything else. Did they think no one would point it out to me? Or that I would be ... ah, that's it. They think me the innocent little sheep, not the old ram that has seen enough horn-scuffles in his time to know there ought to be more damage from a brawl than that. Or none. One torch basket, the thing that so conveniently darkens that corner and fills it with smoke ... " He breaks off his words to sniff in disdain, then his mouth quirks up into a smile as the first wisps of smoke from the kenders' direction drift over. "Other smoke, on the other hand ...," he muses, speaking now in Common. He chuckles, perhaps a little reminiscently.
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Oh, certainly, go ahead and make that PER roll. Everyone also please roll Medicine to see if you recognize the scent of the kenders' smoke
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Well, the strangest thing about mine is that it doesn't happen the first time I edit, but twice now when I've been editing there's come a point where I've bolded and italicized something and I want to switch it off and can't. From that point on, nothing I do will prevent ANYTHING I put after that from being converted to boldface italicized text. It doesn't matter whether I type that text there, or type it before and cut-and-paste it in, the cut/pasted text will immediately be converted to bold and italics. The stirrings of the AI goddess of chaos perhaps? LOL ...
Inspiration for that one is that I was at my local game shop yesterday and they had a promo poster from long ago they brought out and were framing for display, that showed the alignments of various RPGs and RPG board games. I remember Munchkin was chaotic evil, Settlers of Catan was neutral good, I forget if there's a game called Fluxx but that's what sticks in my mind for chaotic neutral, and so on. Still gives me a chuckle, but chucklehead as I was I didn't have anything with I could write down the poster's publisher so I'll have to go back again before I can google it and find out if they're still even printing the thing
"A meeting would be lovely. Though your offer for lodging is appreciated, I prefer to be closer to O'si Vandor when I rest. I'd be more than happy to consider whatever offer your patron may present. And since my meal is to be covered as well, feel free to consider half that coins value a tip, and put the other half on my tab."
"I accept this meating as well," The Black Rose smiled. "Protecting those who cannot protect themselves sounds like a good use of my time," he said excitedly.
"And my dear barkeep, you have provided us with plenty this evening - a place to rest, a delectable meal, and refreshing drinks. I would also like to give you a tip, so please keep my gold coin," he said as he bowed his head as a sign of appreciation.
Myrtea smiles approvingly as she scans the clipboard and glances from face to face, seeming to imprint each of your features on her wide black pupils. She pauses when her gaze reaches The Black Rose. "I thank you for the information on what form of writing suits you best, sir. You are the first with other sight than eyes to brave the spiral maze that Llandovion can be even for me on a madding market day, all the way up here to join us at the breezy topmast crows'nest of all!" She beckons Glyn over to take her place behind the bar, then climbs the staircase leading upwards to the right of the bar. A few moments later she descends again, accompanied by a well dressed river gnome of a certain delicately indeterminate age. He nods courteously to each of you in turn as they approach, though you notice no visible gesture of Myrtea's indicating who you are.
(please make a Perception roll by clicking that statistic on your character sheet. However, pls don't post or describe the results of that roll until I see if you all made it; if not I'll PM pertinent description to those who did.
Otherwise, please DO describe your reaction to the duo's approach, with the understanding that you can either go back later and edit in any reactions to a successful PER check or else describe them in a later post, totally up to you which suits you best)
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(so pyched! OpenArt AI site lets me directly copy images to this thread!)
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
After getting Glyn's name, Tarton walks to the bar, climbs up a stool and stands on it so he can tell Myrtea about Glyn's referral and asks to add his name to the list.
After signing his name on the list he turns to the others gathered and introduces himself, "Uh, hi. I'm Tarton..." As he searches for what else to say to the group, for those who saw his interaction with Glyn, you wonder were the confidence he showed has gone as he appears to be clamming up. He keeps his hood up and won't make direct eye contact with anyone. You get the feeling he is not very educated and hasn't done a lot of talking in a group. "I'm good at hiding and... finding treasure." He quickly turns and starts eating from the bowl in front of him looking a bit awkward.
At the mention of having a room provided he responds, "I just woke up, so a room won't be necessary, but if that is where I need to be for this, I will wait there." You get the feeling he is uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping in a room. And when Myrtea mentions The Black Rose using something other than eyes to see he looks both curious and concerned.
Tarton sits quietly watching as Myrtea and the gnome approach, waiting for what is to come.
As the pair entered the room, the Black Rose felt more at home than he had felt in a while. The familiar size and smell reminded the Black Rose of his childhood and filled him with a mix of safety and homesickness, resulting in an almost sad, but very real smile.
"I must say that it is a pleasure to meet you," the Black Rose responded in Gnomish. "You remind me of a part of my life where I have felt the most happiness”
Erolith returns the nod and relaxes slightly upon seeing the gnome.
Artifex says nothing, but keeps the same look of playful curiosity on their face, it's lips still turned up at the edges in a half smirk that seems to be their default. Their gaze locks onto the gnome rather quickly, but they appear more fascinated with his clothing than anything else.
When they have approached to a few feet from the right end of the bar, the pair pauses, and Myrtea beckons you over with a graceful flourish of her horns. "This is Mr. Leewamba.. I hope you will be able to help him with this matter, and I hope you find each other pleasant company in any case." She salutes the gnome, and then each of you, with a synchronized wave of her right hoof and tail and returns to her post behind the bar. Meanwhile, Mr. Leewamba turns to you and smiles.
"Ah, a promising group at last. Nice balance of pragmatism and style .. you just may do the trick before those bl -- ," he glances at The Black Rose and rephrases somewhat, " -- those deliberately self-obscured colleagues of mine lose us the whole hand. And game." For a moment the cheerfulness in his eyes wavers slightly. "But this is perhaps not the most comfortable venue to discuss these things? Or the most aesthetically pleasing? I find the rooftop garden by far the most pleasant portion of this very pleasant inn," he smiles over at Glyn and Myrtea, who seem to be having a conversation of some sort, though the echoing swirl of sounds that dances through even the meanest tavern on market nights is here richened to a deep and intricate music by the acoustics of the room which muffles any further details from all but the sharpest ears. At any rate, after a nod of acknowledgement to your hosts Mr. Leewamba goes on, "...and I would be delighted if you'd join me there for further conversation. The only cover I will charge is your acceptance of your share of the round of drinks I am about to treat the house to. Of any sort you desire ... or need." You think his eyes pause on one of you as he says this last word, but he is far too subtle to leave any sort of certainty in your mind about who it was that will last more than five minutes before you change your mind.
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Lost in his memories, the Black Rose not only failed to notice whom he was looking at in the end, but he also didn't realize that Mr. Leewamba had changed his words at the beginning when he glanced at him.
Finally, he collected himself and replied, “A drink in a garden sounds nice,” he responded, still speaking in Gnomish. After regaining his composure completely, he finished his sentence in Common, “Dwarven ale is my preferred choice of drink.”
After a short pause, Tarton says, "A garden is good. Yes, outside is best. Any unfermented fruit juice or other such drink for me if you will." making the answer to his drink preference sounds like a question rather than an answer.
He then folds his arms and whispers to Mr Leewamba while looking past him, "Sorry if this is rude, but do we need to worry about what's going on in that dimly lit corner behind you, or does Glyn and his sharp eyes already have this taken care of? Something is going on in that corner..." He is holding his daggers under his cloak while his arms are folded in case he needs to be ready for what follows Mr Leewamba's response.
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Oops, sorry for the accidental meta gaming. My character does not know gnomish so I have changed his response a bit.
"Elvish wine would be lovely if you have it. Or if you have anything particularly rare, I'm loathe to say no to the opportunity to try something new to me."
“I too would relish a glass of elven wine. Excellent choice. Lead on!” Erolith seems oblivious at the moment to things around him. Perhaps it was the honey mead from earlier or perhaps it was the intoxicating dance by the wood elf.
Mr. Leewamba extracts a folio bound in green leather from his pocket and writes down all of your drinks. He goes over to the bar and speaks to Glyn and Myrtea, who wrap up their conversation with a few hurried words when they see him approaching. Then he returns to you, while the two behind the bar seem to divide up that space between them and turn to serving patrons in their respective sections.
Your host walks past you with a nod and a waved invitation to follow, and leads you over to the staircase leading up. As he passes Tarton, he hands him a carved wooden cup filled with dark purple juice and speaks in Halfling: "This was the last they had of the fresh ceirios juice, and Myrtea feels that's what you would be most likely to enjoy; but they do have a few others also for later." He bends to whisper, still in Halfling, "Thank you. Glyn had been occupied with a ... business discussion, from what I can gather ... and did not notice them, but I believe Madame Ivui ... ," he waves gracefully at the wood elf dancer, " ... became aware of their interest and will be taking a sharper interest of her own in their subsequent doings." As he straightens and beckons to everyone to follow him up the stairs, a brief squabble in the Minotaur tongue flares behind the bar and is as quickly quenched. Myrtea's voice was by far the most frequent and the final speaker; the other was higher in register but a similar enough voice to Myrtea's to make it obvious she was some near relation. The only part of the conversation you understood, though, was Myrtea's final remark, in icily weighted Common:
A few moments later, a young half-minotaur woman walks over to you with a tray on which your remaining drink orders uneasily repose. For a moment you consider trying to bottle the expression on her face for future use against trolls and other regenerating creatures ...
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
... but only for a moment. Myrine quickly settles her features into an imperturbability whose only flaw ... aside from you seeing the transition and the pure vitriol that preceded it ... lies in its being much too artfully flawless
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Tarton relaxes as he sheathes his daggers and responds in Halfling, "You are indeed generous. My deepest thanks." He accepts the wooden cup and raises it up in Myrtea's direction, accidentally spilling a few drops, which makes his face turn red as he gives her a nod. As he follows Mr. Leewamba, he says quietly in Halfling, "I did not doubt you would have it under control and only spoke in case it was some sort of test. I'm sure those two will be easy enough to handle but..." Realizing he was still speaking in Halfling, he says at normal volume in Common, "Again, I thank you for your generosity."
He doesn't react to the comments from the bar, nor the approaching bar maid as he appears to be trying to decide on something while looking into the cup in his hands.
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Tarton does believe they can deal with the situation but is pondering about saying something else about it. If you think this is worth rolling for, let me know what it should be (INT, WIS, or insight).
Artifex can't help but give a slight chuckle as they take their drink. Dropping their voice a little, they say to the half- minotaur "Sounds like someone's in trouble... But rules are meant to be broken no?" It raises the glass of wine slightly, toasting her, a smile dancing on the corners of their lips. "I wish you good fortune,and a thrilling night." With that, Artifex follows the others
No, in this case I'd say you're fine as far as saying something you already know goes, but if you want to try and think of something your character hasn't realized yet I'd say an Insight or an INT roll on your character sheet would be appropriate -- Insight if you think that the process would involve flashes of intuition or anything like that, or INT if you think it would be a strict logical reasoning process. Post here with which one you want to use, then click the appropriate one on your character sheet and I'll either message or post the results.
I'm getting used to DMing on these particular play by post boards, and able to relax some of the things I said eariler that now seem to me a bit unreasonable. As a general rule on this thread hereoninandafter:
if you want your character to try and use a particular ability go ahead and mention what ability you're using after a line of separators, but then roll the ability by clicking your character sheet in the campaign log and I;ll decide whether in that particular case it;s more apprtoopriate for you to describe the RESULTS of the roll in a post on the thread or if there are other factors your character may not be aware of which make it more appropriate for me to announce and describe the results as part of a more general post dealing with several things at once
Myrine raises one eyebrow at this, not quite as elegantly as her mother might have done but quite a passable effort for her time of life. Then she turns back to the bar, glancing once over her shoulder at Artifex as she goes, and then withdrawing her gaze before they can read hers ... although you're not certain it will require all that much interpretation ... Unfortunately, that was the very moment she tried to also spin in a way that would flare out her gwisg cymraddodiadol,
flirtatiously, and she instead stumbles clumsily and heavily, cursed by the post gods to be unable to turn off the boldface and italics that are drawing such embarassing attention to her every action. She finishes by giving Artifex a final smoldering ember glance of mingled lust and wrath and disappears behind a cloud of smoke several newly arrived kender seated at the bar are exhaling in an ever spreading cloud.
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
After a few steps Tarton continues talking quietly in Halfling to Mr. Leewamba, "I assume talking in Halfling is to keep delicate information from prying ears, so I will continue using it. I hesitate to say this after already being assured about my previous concern. However, the two in the booth are not what worried me most, but what is above them... that is making me uneasy. I am not sure what it is, but that broken torch basket, it doesn't seem right to me. In fact it feels wrong, but I can't figure out why. I would not sleep well if something bad happened because I didn't provide a warning. If my warning is for nothing, then I can sleep all the easier knowing there never was a danger."
As Tarton grimaces at how embarrassed he would be to stumble like that in front of people and watches Myrine disappear into the cloud of smoke, he takes note of how the view within the room seems to be reducing rather quickly, at least to him.
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LOL about the post gods and boldface/italics. I found I had to backspace to before the original bolded words, re-write what was typed and then go back and bold what I wanted. Why doesn't the command bold and un-bold? I haven't tried italics other than what I have copied.
No need to roll for something I already don't understand. It was more about how to act in this social circumstance - and to not meta game this by jumping at every little thing. Too late now though as he just noticed something else.
I'd like to roll a perception check to see at what rate visibility is dropping, if at all, and to take note of what is still visible, particularly where they are headed.
After taking a big sip of his drink, The Black Rose finally gathered himself completely and eagerly followed Mr. Leewamba.
Mr. Leewamba looks over at the torch basket, and nods to you. "Oh, that is interesting. I must compliment you on your sharp eyes ... and for the compliment. I hadn't quite planned the use of Halfling in advance, I'd really meant it as a courtesy to you, but it is useful for communicating thus, so: ah. Yes. I am a little more uneasy about those two now also, and I will certainly have Miss Rhosywyllyn," he waves over his shoulder towards the spot Myrine last was seen, " -- pass the word on. But I am actually inclined to regard it more as an insult than anything else. Did they think no one would point it out to me? Or that I would be ... ah, that's it. They think me the innocent little sheep, not the old ram that has seen enough horn-scuffles in his time to know there ought to be more damage from a brawl than that. Or none. One torch basket, the thing that so conveniently darkens that corner and fills it with smoke ... " He breaks off his words to sniff in disdain, then his mouth quirks up into a smile as the first wisps of smoke from the kenders' direction drift over. "Other smoke, on the other hand ...," he muses, speaking now in Common. He chuckles, perhaps a little reminiscently.
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Oh, certainly, go ahead and make that PER roll. Everyone also please roll Medicine to see if you recognize the scent of the kenders' smoke
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Well, the strangest thing about mine is that it doesn't happen the first time I edit, but twice now when I've been editing there's come a point where I've bolded and italicized something and I want to switch it off and can't. From that point on, nothing I do will prevent ANYTHING I put after that from being converted to boldface italicized text. It doesn't matter whether I type that text there, or type it before and cut-and-paste it in, the cut/pasted text will immediately be converted to bold and italics. The stirrings of the AI goddess of chaos perhaps? LOL ...
Inspiration for that one is that I was at my local game shop yesterday and they had a promo poster from long ago they brought out and were framing for display, that showed the alignments of various RPGs and RPG board games. I remember Munchkin was chaotic evil, Settlers of Catan was neutral good, I forget if there's a game called Fluxx but that's what sticks in my mind for chaotic neutral, and so on. Still gives me a chuckle, but chucklehead as I was I didn't have anything with I could write down the poster's publisher so I'll have to go back again before I can google it and find out if they're still even printing the thing
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1