Ardana looks uncharacteristically uncomfortable, and does not take a seat, standing behind a chair, a concerned look on her face, shaking her head at the offer of drink. She scans the room to see if any other details stand out.
Ardana looks uncharacteristically uncomfortable, and does not take a seat, standing behind a chair, a concerned look on her face, shaking her head at the offer of drink. She scans the room to see if any other details stand out.
Ardana, roll Perception please (others can go on with actions and role-play of their own, of course)
Tyrgram took stock of those gathering at the manor. A veritable gaggle of eclectic figures that all felt the need to aid this Martha. Good,he thought, it warms the heart to see such goodwill in these times.
He paid little much else to the trifles of meeting random strangers on the side of the road next to a noble's mansion. He came here with a clear goal in mind: shoes. When the little elf girl, though he supposed most everyone looked little in his eyes, came to fetch the lot of them, Tygram nearly spoke but stopped himself when the girl introduced herself as Thia. She was not the one he was here to help. Rather than raise objection to this, Tyrgram merely allowed himself to be shepherded in with the rest.
It did came as a small surprised to him when he met the actual Shoeless Martha. She was not a child. She was not a child at all. Tyrgram dug through his memory of the evening. Maybe he had just misheard the plea for help. It ultimately did not matter: he was here to help and help he would.
'Ah, yes: I see.' Tygram said with a smile. 'It's clothes and shoes for the little one you desire?' He strode across the room and sat down on the furthest chair. 'Is it a boy of a girl? For the model, you know.' He began to reach into his backpack for his cobbler tools.
Daisy loudly stomps off all the snow that has gathered on her boots at the door as Thia guides them in. "Thank you, dear," and gives a nod at the words of the others that she is indeed her to assist her mistress, Martha. Upon entering, the dwarf loosens her cloak and drops the hood, revealing a messy mane of long, curly, brown hair and a face bronzed and freckled from years of working outside.
Daisy is initially drawn to the fire to warm herself after dealing with the biting winds from the journey to the ranch, but when she catches sight of Martha her stoic visage brightens, becoming more matronly. "Oh, hon! Don't you just look like you're about ready to pop!" she states, stepping next to the bed and reaching out a comforting hand. "Why don't you tell us what you're needing. Everything's okay with the baby?" she asks rubbing her own stomach. She then turns to Thia, and with a polite nod, "Some ale would be nice."
FYI: This was Daisy's entrance... that I accidentally made in the other thread.
A short and stout figure comes hustling past those that have met along the path to the Sharnshield ranch. A well-worn simple brown cloak, covers similarly distressed leather armor. The click-clack of rocks in this one's satchel and the banging of a wooden shield at their back can be heard with each footfall as they pull themselves through the snow with a simple staff.
"This cold is for the birds," comes a gruff, feminine voice. "I guess that's not really true, now is it, since birds have sense enough to fly to the warmer parts when it gets like this."
Continuing towards the front door of the mansion, barely breaking stride, she adds. "If y'all are here to help out this Martha, maybe we can hold off on all the pleasantries until we get in out of this weather, hmm." The dwarf picks up her pace and hurries to get out of the cold.
Tyrgram took stock of those gathering at the manor. A veritable gaggle of eclectic figures that all felt the need to aid this Martha. Good,he thought, it warms the heart to see such goodwill in these times.
He paid little much else to the trifles of meeting random strangers on the side of the road next to a noble's mansion. He came here with a clear goal in mind: shoes. When the little elf girl, though he supposed most everyone looked little in his eyes, came to fetch the lot of them, Tygram nearly spoke but stopped himself when the girl introduced herself as Thia. She was not the one he was here to help. Rather than raise objection to this, Tyrgram merely allowed himself to be shepherded in with the rest.
It did came as a small surprised to him when he met the actual Shoeless Martha. She was not a child. She was not a child at all. Tyrgram dug through his memory of the evening. Maybe he had just misheard the plea for help. It ultimately did not matter: he was here to help and help he would.
'Ah, yes: I see.' Tygram said with a smile. 'It's clothes and shoes for the little one you desire?' He strode across the room and sat down on the furthest chair. 'Is it a boy of a girl? For the model, you know.' He began to reach into his backpack for his cobbler tools.
"Oh, you're very kind mr... What's your name? It will be a girl for sure, anyway!" Martha replies, proud "I'm a Sharnshield..."(you don't understand well the implication Sharnshield - Girl; for Martha seems obvious though)
"But getting what I really need will be a challenge greater than that" she sigs. "Let's drink something together, then I'll go straight to the point".
...Daisy is initially drawn to the fire to warm herself after dealing with the biting winds from the journey to the ranch, but when she catches sight of Martha her stoic visage brightens, becoming more matronly. "Oh, hon! Don't you just look like you're about ready to pop!" she states, stepping next to the bed and reaching out a comforting hand. "Why don't you tell us what you're needing. Everything's okay with the baby?" she asks rubbing her own stomach. She then turns to Thia, and with a polite nod, "Some ale would be nice.
"Oh, yes, thank you!" Martha smiles brightly "All good with the child..." why then that sudden shadow of sadness veils her face? But it is promptly replaced by strong determination as she goes on "...the problem is with his father... but I'm sure that all will be fine in the end, thanks to you".
She turns to Thia: "Ale it is then dear... a mug for this kind lady and one for me - feel free to take one for yourself too, if you like".
To those who didn't reply yet: "And for you? There's something Thia should bring?"
Tarysaa takes a tentative step toward Martha. "If I may, Lady Martha, might I perform a minor bit of magic? JUST to confirm all is well with you and the baby?"
Tarysaa takes a tentative step toward Martha. "If I may, Lady Martha, might I perform a minor bit of magic? JUST to confirm all is well with you and the baby?"
"That's very kind of you, lady... What's your name, by the way, dear?" Martha agrees "One more check certainly won't hurt! Do I have to do something? Do I have to get up?"
"Oh, my pardon. I am Tarysaa Sōlus, late of the University of Silverymoon, at your service, Lady Martha. This takes a bit of time, 10 minutes or so. Perhaps you would be more comfortable sitting or laying on the bed. I only needs must lightly place a hand on your stomach..." Sōlus gathers a small pearl and an owl feather in her one hand that also grasps her walking staff; the other she lightly places on Martha's stomach. For the next 10 minutes, Tarysaa will softly mouth ancient words which slowly weave about the woman. Nothing flashy. Nothing dangerous. A mere teasing of the realities to make certain nothing untoward might be working on mother or child.
Both Martha and Thia look with curiosity (and maybe a little admiration) at what a wizard of the University of Silverymoon can do... The ritual ends without problems and Tarysaa thus learns that neither Martha nor the child are currently subject to any spell.
"It was a very... peaceful ritual!" Martha finally exclaims "You know, Lady Tarysaa, here in Longsaddle we are used to the magic of the Harpells... Magic of undoubted effectiveness and power, but almost never so... inconspicuous. What is the outcome, anyway? Everything all right?"
Ardana watches the ritual with interest, as it completes she picks up the small bronze mirror and holds it up so that Martha can see herself in the mirror.
Both Martha and Thia look with curiosity (and maybe a little admiration) at what a wizard of the University of Silverymoon can do... The ritual ends without problems and Tarysaa thus learns that neither Martha nor the child are currently subject to any spell.
"It was a very... peaceful ritual!" Martha finally exclaims "You know, Lady Tarysaa, here in Longsaddle we are used to the magic of the Harpells... Magic of undoubted effectiveness and power, but almost never so... inconspicuous. What is the outcome, anyway? Everything all right?"
"Magic comes in many forms and 'displays'. Many are subtle. Some are flamboyant to say the least. In this case, it was a very non invasive 'test' to make certain you and your unborn are not touched by any wild magics. And, I am pleased to say, you and your coming child are fine and untouched. You may rest easy." Tarysaa stands and moves over to a chair to sit while packing her items back into one of her pouches. Anyone that takes notice may see her muttering to herself as she fusses about.
Ardana watches the ritual with interest, as it completes she picks up the small bronze mirror and holds it up so that Martha can see herself in the mirror.
"How beautiful, was this a gift?
"Yes", admits Marta in surprise, "but... you call it 'beautiful'? As you can see, it's made of bronze... of simple workmanship... Yes, it's a gift from my betrothed, from the father of my son... . from my Dobbian. This is why it is dear to me".
"How did you discover that? Do you have magical powers too?" she impulsively asks Ardana - but then answers herself "No, of course not, you didn't perform a ritual like Lady Tarysaa... So you used observation and intuition! Bravo! There will probably be a need to all our resources, to save my Dobbian!"
".... And, I am pleased to say, you and your coming child are fine and untouched. You may rest easy." ...
"Thank you very much, Lady Tarysaa" Martha bows her head in a nod. "I'll rest even easier now that even such a competent elven wizard has checked me out".
Thia snaps with her usual energetic exuberance, goes out the door and is back shortly after with what she was asked for - with the addition of a mug of ale for her too.
Martha drinks her ale in a few generous sips, as if to gain courage, then she starts: "I've called you on an urgent and important matter. As you can see, I'm about to give birth. It'll still be a month or two, but not very long anyway. Well, I need you to save my betrothed, Dobbian, Dobbian Stamkris, the father of my child".
"It's not as if anyone has told you about this yet, have they?" the young woman's eyes widen with concern for a moment "Anyway, even if they were, don't believe a word of other people's gossip... No one knows Dobbian better than I do" and she slams (albeit not too violently) her fist on the bed to underline the concept. "He is the father of my child and he will stay with me, to become my husband. We just have to save him".
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Ardana looks uncharacteristically uncomfortable, and does not take a seat, standing behind a chair, a concerned look on her face, shaking her head at the offer of drink. She scans the room to see if any other details stand out.
Ardana, roll Perception please (others can go on with actions and role-play of their own, of course)
15 Perception.
(OOC: Gratz!)
For Ardana
Martha's eyes look furtively (but quite frequently) at an apparently inconspicous small bronze mirror that's on a chest nearby.
Tyrgram took stock of those gathering at the manor. A veritable gaggle of eclectic figures that all felt the need to aid this Martha. Good, he thought, it warms the heart to see such goodwill in these times.
He paid little much else to the trifles of meeting random strangers on the side of the road next to a noble's mansion. He came here with a clear goal in mind: shoes. When the little elf girl, though he supposed most everyone looked little in his eyes, came to fetch the lot of them, Tygram nearly spoke but stopped himself when the girl introduced herself as Thia. She was not the one he was here to help. Rather than raise objection to this, Tyrgram merely allowed himself to be shepherded in with the rest.
It did came as a small surprised to him when he met the actual Shoeless Martha. She was not a child. She was not a child at all. Tyrgram dug through his memory of the evening. Maybe he had just misheard the plea for help. It ultimately did not matter: he was here to help and help he would.
'Ah, yes: I see.' Tygram said with a smile. 'It's clothes and shoes for the little one you desire?' He strode across the room and sat down on the furthest chair. 'Is it a boy of a girl? For the model, you know.' He began to reach into his backpack for his cobbler tools.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Daisy loudly stomps off all the snow that has gathered on her boots at the door as Thia guides them in. "Thank you, dear," and gives a nod at the words of the others that she is indeed her to assist her mistress, Martha. Upon entering, the dwarf loosens her cloak and drops the hood, revealing a messy mane of long, curly, brown hair and a face bronzed and freckled from years of working outside.
Daisy is initially drawn to the fire to warm herself after dealing with the biting winds from the journey to the ranch, but when she catches sight of Martha her stoic visage brightens, becoming more matronly. "Oh, hon! Don't you just look like you're about ready to pop!" she states, stepping next to the bed and reaching out a comforting hand. "Why don't you tell us what you're needing. Everything's okay with the baby?" she asks rubbing her own stomach. She then turns to Thia, and with a polite nod, "Some ale would be nice."
FYI: This was Daisy's entrance... that I accidentally made in the other thread.
'oh no Ar couldn't have made the trip here so long ago could he?'
(OOC: divine sense)
"Oh, you're very kind mr... What's your name? It will be a girl for sure, anyway!" Martha replies, proud "I'm a Sharnshield..." (you don't understand well the implication Sharnshield - Girl; for Martha seems obvious though)
"But getting what I really need will be a challenge greater than that" she sigs. "Let's drink something together, then I'll go straight to the point".
"Oh, yes, thank you!" Martha smiles brightly "All good with the child..." why then that sudden shadow of sadness veils her face? But it is promptly replaced by strong determination as she goes on "...the problem is with his father... but I'm sure that all will be fine in the end, thanks to you".
She turns to Thia: "Ale it is then dear... a mug for this kind lady and one for me - feel free to take one for yourself too, if you like".
To those who didn't reply yet: "And for you? There's something Thia should bring?"
The divine sense does not detect anything here... no good or evil influence at work, no undead, fiends, celestials... All looks quite ordinary.
Tarysaa takes a tentative step toward Martha. "If I may, Lady Martha, might I perform a minor bit of magic? JUST to confirm all is well with you and the baby?"
"That's very kind of you, lady... What's your name, by the way, dear?" Martha agrees "One more check certainly won't hurt! Do I have to do something? Do I have to get up?"
"Oh, my pardon. I am Tarysaa Sōlus, late of the University of Silverymoon, at your service, Lady Martha. This takes a bit of time, 10 minutes or so. Perhaps you would be more comfortable sitting or laying on the bed. I only needs must lightly place a hand on your stomach..." Sōlus gathers a small pearl and an owl feather in her one hand that also grasps her walking staff; the other she lightly places on Martha's stomach. For the next 10 minutes, Tarysaa will softly mouth ancient words which slowly weave about the woman. Nothing flashy. Nothing dangerous. A mere teasing of the realities to make certain nothing untoward might be working on mother or child.
Both Martha and Thia look with curiosity (and maybe a little admiration) at what a wizard of the University of Silverymoon can do... The ritual ends without problems and Tarysaa thus learns that neither Martha nor the child are currently subject to any spell.
"It was a very... peaceful ritual!" Martha finally exclaims "You know, Lady Tarysaa, here in Longsaddle we are used to the magic of the Harpells... Magic of undoubted effectiveness and power, but almost never so... inconspicuous. What is the outcome, anyway? Everything all right?"
Ardana watches the ritual with interest, as it completes she picks up the small bronze mirror and holds it up so that Martha can see herself in the mirror.
"How beautiful, was this a gift?
"Magic comes in many forms and 'displays'. Many are subtle. Some are flamboyant to say the least. In this case, it was a very non invasive 'test' to make certain you and your unborn are not touched by any wild magics. And, I am pleased to say, you and your coming child are fine and untouched. You may rest easy." Tarysaa stands and moves over to a chair to sit while packing her items back into one of her pouches. Anyone that takes notice may see her muttering to herself as she fusses about.
"Yes", admits Marta in surprise, "but... you call it 'beautiful'? As you can see, it's made of bronze... of simple workmanship... Yes, it's a gift from my betrothed, from the father of my son... . from my Dobbian. This is why it is dear to me".
"How did you discover that? Do you have magical powers too?" she impulsively asks Ardana - but then answers herself "No, of course not, you didn't perform a ritual like Lady Tarysaa... So you used observation and intuition! Bravo! There will probably be a need to all our resources, to save my Dobbian!"
"Thank you very much, Lady Tarysaa" Martha bows her head in a nod. "I'll rest even easier now that even such a competent elven wizard has checked me out".
'Blasted things...' Tygram mumbles as he put on a pair of pinch glasses.
'So what ailment do you have that is the talk of the tavern?' He nonchalantly remarked in between judging pieces of leather.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Thia snaps with her usual energetic exuberance, goes out the door and is back shortly after with what she was asked for - with the addition of a mug of ale for her too.
Martha drinks her ale in a few generous sips, as if to gain courage, then she starts: "I've called you on an urgent and important matter. As you can see, I'm about to give birth. It'll still be a month or two, but not very long anyway. Well, I need you to save my betrothed, Dobbian, Dobbian Stamkris, the father of my child".
"It's not as if anyone has told you about this yet, have they?" the young woman's eyes widen with concern for a moment "Anyway, even if they were, don't believe a word of other people's gossip... No one knows Dobbian better than I do" and she slams (albeit not too violently) her fist on the bed to underline the concept. "He is the father of my child and he will stay with me, to become my husband. We just have to save him".