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Gripping his conch, Mender feels a surge of magic as his eyesight sharpens tenfold for a brief moment. 14 silver coins glint underneath his table. The 'waitress' - a scarred, burly half orc towering five or more feet above the kobold - introduces himself as Dorn. As Mender fumbles with his coins, he sighs impatiently and wipes his massive, grease-stained hands on an undersized apron. With a persuasion of 21, he begrudgingly agrees to cook for free... provided Mender buys himself a rum (this will put him back 2 sp).
At the opposite side of the tavern near the entrance, the pale elf stares with evident hostility at Isaac and Fon. He still holds his dagger in a white-knuckle grip, and seems unsure of his next move. With a perception of 18, Isaac notices that the scroll - tucked into the folds of the elf's vestments - is indeed marked with a wax seal. However, it is not a symbol the cleric recognizes - a curled dragon with three hissing heads.
"Oh!, I found some of my coin..." Mender would jump down and quickly scoop up the various silver coins in his hand. Picking out two of them he would hold them up to the half orc along with is net full of fish. "Thank you sir... Please return the net when you are done... it means a lot to me." He would add before crawling back up to his chair. Once seated back at the table he would keep a much closer eye on those around him. His clawed fingers would move over the leather back as he cast mending to repair the pouch before putting the remaining 12 silver coins inside. "I don't think I tore this bag out in the swamp after all..." He would grumble as he tucked the coin pouch deep inside the front of his leather shirt.
Mugwort's ears twitch upward as he turns to face Mender. "How you do that?" He makes his hands come together and press tight. "How?"
[ Game Log - PERSUASION: 12]
Mugwort will slide a gold piece across the table toward Mender, "Show? Teach?" His eyes super focused on the scaled table mate.
Mugwort's mind is running over all the possibilites; all the items he had to slowly learn to fix - which could be made even better / stronger if he could use a magical talent to back up the manual repairs.
(( OOC: One takes one's teachers where they might find them... ))
"Oh! uh, well mending things is kind of my specialty." The kobold would say with a smile as he sits up a little straighter. "It's actually how I got my name... I used to repair all kinds of items for my tribe back home." The smile on his face fades as he thinks about his tribe before sliding his hand out to take the gold piece from the table. Holding the coin up between the claws of his finger and thumb before giving it a small spin. With the coin still spinning on edge between his claws he would look to the goblin. "I would love to teach you... I really would. Sadly I don't think I can." He would pause a moment before snatching the coin and sliding back towards Mugwort. "Some kobolds are born with magical abilities. The ability to mend things was just something I was born with.... and I don't think I can explain how it works exactly..." He would then take his clawed finger and point at the book laying on the table. "This... This book was given to me by a very powerful creature and contains some very powerful magic..." Mender would lean closer over top of the book, getting closer to the goblin. "I can probably let you look at it a little bit... so long as you promise you won't try to take it." The kobold would then slowly open the book to reveal the draconic texts within..
Mugwort's stare jumps from the kobold to the book - back to the kobold then back to the book. "Try to fool Mugwort? Bird mud tracks! No words!" He snorts a rude noise. "Fine. Keep secrets. Keep coin. I hire you as table fixer." Mugwort smiles broadly at his 'wise solution' as he slides another gold piece across the table 'in payment for future services.'
"I... I promise I'm not lying Mr... uh.. I'm sorry what was your name? My name is Mender" Mender would ask as he pulls the coin and book closer to himself. "I'll be happy to fix anything you need. I have fixed all kinds of things in the past." He would slide the gold coin into his pouch and look around to see if his fish and drink are on the way. After a quick glance around he would look back towards Mugwort. "Oh! So you may not have heard my question before with all the commotion but do you know much about the swamp? I need to find a portal in the middle of the swamp somewhere..." He would ask again before pulling out the gold coin he had just put away. "I'll give you this back and fix your tables for free if you can help me find it."
Dorn inspects Mender's silver with an expression of curiosity, bites one to validate its worth, then tosses and catches the coin with a shrug before plodding off again. When the kobold opens his book, Mugwort is probably confused to see that each page is completely blank... at least to goblin eyes.
~~
With an 8 deception, the attempt at mollification does not go as planned - catching Isaac's quick, prying glance down at the scroll, the elf hisses "Bleed! O eyes which look askance" and jabs a long, blackened finger in his direction, before using starlight step as a bonus action to teleport outside the tavern. Isaac, roll a DC 12 Wisdom saving throw. Isaac grits his teeth as a sheer pain spikes his eyes, but ultimately shrugs off the bestow curse.
"Well met, Mender. Good name for hired fixer! Mugwort am me." He smiles (larger than one might expect a mouth to stretch). "Magic Portal? Portal... piddle... paddle.. puddle. Magic puddles?" His face screws up with obvious concentration. "Portal puddles.. pools? Wise old gobbos told of pools. Spirit pools. Puddle doors for great powers to visit the swamps."
Mugwort idly traces his finger in some spill liquid on the table. "Wise gobbos said, 'Outer planes. Elemental Planes. Beings use puddles as doorways to the swamp. They walk among us and do powerful things." He looks down at his doodles and frowns as he sees an intricate runed circle filled with barely legible, watery script. "Wise gobbos... sometimes wrong; most times pretty right." Mugwort shrugs as he uses his palm to erase the watery drawing.
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Isaac takes a single step back, as he holds one hand on his face, mumbling: “I thought he would have been the kind of person to not make a scene, especially with so many people around..." Isaac swiftly regains his composure and glances back towards the table where he saw the other hooded figure seated, looking to see if he had any reaction to the events that transpired. (Insight:11 + 1With Sentinel Intuition )
And finally, gazing back down to Fon, “Thanks for the kind gesture.” Isaac begins to slowly make his way back to his seat. He is more than satisfied in having found a concrete lead to track down. Plus, starting a fight in such a crowded place with no justification wasn't really his style. There would be more leads to follow in the future, he was sure of it.
Menders eyes go WIDE as the goblin begins to speak of spirit pools acting as doors for powerful elementals. "Yes! YES! that is what I need! That's what I'm looking for!" The kobold would exclaim as he practically jumps onto the table with excitement. Mender would quiet down as he notices the attention his shouting is drawing before leaning closer to the goblin. "I've been roaming around that swamp for 3 days looking for some kind of spirit portal thing... and so far you are the only one that that has ever heard of such a thing." His eyes would narrow and his face would become hard and serious. "Can you help me find this portal? I'll do anything you ask... pay any price. There is a creature there that I need to kill so that the portal can be used once more..." Mender would pause a moment... looking down at the table and burying his face in his clawed hands. After rubbing his eyes and slowly taking his leather fishing hat from his head he would look towards Mugwort once more. His face this time showing fear in his eyes as his hands begin to shake. "Please help me... My tribe is depending on me."
Mugwort makes shushing motions and hisses at Mender. "Quiet please! Best to not bring the entire Inn to the table." With an almost pained expression, Mugwort looks about for Mimzy.
"OH! Yes, you are right...." He would then sit back down and quickly look around. "I think some of these people here may not be as friendly as you Moster Mugwort."
Isaac glances back at the table just in time to catch a glimpse of the second figure's robes billowing behind them as they breeze through the back entrance. The cleric's honed instincts tell him this man or woman left alarmed.
~~
Fon sits recluse and somber for a while, reminiscing. A familiar voice startles the kenku (check your DMs).
~~
As Mugwort and Mender become acquainted, Dorn returns, sliding a plate of sizzling silver fish and pitcher of frothing rum onto the table. "Enjoy your lakebait, fishbones" his rumbling voice goads. ~~
As the time ticks over to noon, patrons begin to filter out of the Edge of the East and return to their duties - some are nomads, others fishermen, others still are travelling merchants who wish to try their luck selling wares to the goblins. It is suddenly clear that, despite its sheer barrenness and lack of anything substantial to offer, many people must still cling onto this land. Out of fear perhaps - do fugitives flee here, where the law dare not pursue? Or is there another reason entirely? It is hard to tell.
Mender would pack up his net and hang it from his belt before excitedly digging into the fish feast in front of him. he would struggle to pour himself a glass from the heavy pitcher of rum, eventually succeeding after only spilling a little. "Are you hungry? Help yourself to some fish and drink. Mender would say to Mugwort while sliding the plate if fish and pitcher of rum towards the goblin.
"Um.." Mugwort is distracted as he looks about for Mimzy and to see who remains as the 'lunch crowd' trail out and back to their lives. Perhaps this starving fellow has an 'adventure' Mimzy might agree to.
With a soft flutter of iridescent moth wings, Mimzy alighted gracefully on the edge of the worn wooden table. "Ah, Mugwort, my elusive goblin friend! I've been dodging an old bohunk of mine so he wouldn't catch sight of me,"she trilled, her voice a captivating blend of mischief and allure. "And who might this be? A new companion for our escapades?" Her pale blue eyes twinkled like stars as they met Mender's.
Casting a glance at the sumptuous spread before her, she cooed, "Oh, what a delightful banquet you've laid out! Do you mind if I partake?"
Before anyone could respond, Mimzy's slender fingers plucked a morsel of fish from the plate, savoring it with a satisfied hum. Her eyes met Mender's as she delicately wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "So, did I hear whispers of adventures and spirit portals?"she leaned in, her eyes locking onto Mender's with magnetic intensity. "When a Diva is intrigued, you can bet your last copper that something's afoot and about to unfold."
With a flirtatious wink aimed at Mugwort, her eyes danced with the promise of untold adventures and mysteries yet to be unraveled. "So, shall we discuss our next grand escapade over this feast? I'm absolutely famished."
"OH! Hi! I heard you singing before.. you were great!" Mender would say with a smile before opening his arms and gesturing towards the fish and rum. "please! Take whatever you would like.. there is more here than I can handle on my own anyway." The kobold would direct his brass colored eyes to meet the blue eyes of the fairy. "My name is Mender, your friend Mugwort is the first person I have found that knows anything about spirit portals.... I really need to find one. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to find the spirit portal out in the swamp somewhere... Do you know anything about them?" he would ask while looking over the fairy with great interest. "It's really important" The kobold would continue to watch you while waiting to hear if you know anything more than Mugwort... but the look on his face would shift to that of fear and nervousness as the conversation turns to the talk of the spirit portal.
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Gripping his conch, Mender feels a surge of magic as his eyesight sharpens tenfold for a brief moment. 14 silver coins glint underneath his table. The 'waitress' - a scarred, burly half orc towering five or more feet above the kobold - introduces himself as Dorn. As Mender fumbles with his coins, he sighs impatiently and wipes his massive, grease-stained hands on an undersized apron. With a persuasion of 21, he begrudgingly agrees to cook for free... provided Mender buys himself a rum (this will put him back 2 sp).
At the opposite side of the tavern near the entrance, the pale elf stares with evident hostility at Isaac and Fon. He still holds his dagger in a white-knuckle grip, and seems unsure of his next move. With a perception of 18, Isaac notices that the scroll - tucked into the folds of the elf's vestments - is indeed marked with a wax seal. However, it is not a symbol the cleric recognizes - a curled dragon with three hissing heads.
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Mugwort and Mimzy, what are you currently doing?
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"Oh!, I found some of my coin..." Mender would jump down and quickly scoop up the various silver coins in his hand. Picking out two of them he would hold them up to the half orc along with is net full of fish. "Thank you sir... Please return the net when you are done... it means a lot to me." He would add before crawling back up to his chair. Once seated back at the table he would keep a much closer eye on those around him. His clawed fingers would move over the leather back as he cast mending to repair the pouch before putting the remaining 12 silver coins inside. "I don't think I tore this bag out in the swamp after all..." He would grumble as he tucked the coin pouch deep inside the front of his leather shirt.
Mugwort's ears twitch upward as he turns to face Mender. "How you do that?" He makes his hands come together and press tight. "How?"
[ Game Log - PERSUASION: 12]
Mugwort will slide a gold piece across the table toward Mender, "Show? Teach?" His eyes super focused on the scaled table mate.
Mugwort's mind is running over all the possibilites; all the items he had to slowly learn to fix - which could be made even better / stronger if he could use a magical talent to back up the manual repairs.
(( OOC: One takes one's teachers where they might find them... ))
"Oh! uh, well mending things is kind of my specialty." The kobold would say with a smile as he sits up a little straighter. "It's actually how I got my name... I used to repair all kinds of items for my tribe back home." The smile on his face fades as he thinks about his tribe before sliding his hand out to take the gold piece from the table. Holding the coin up between the claws of his finger and thumb before giving it a small spin. With the coin still spinning on edge between his claws he would look to the goblin. "I would love to teach you... I really would. Sadly I don't think I can." He would pause a moment before snatching the coin and sliding back towards Mugwort. "Some kobolds are born with magical abilities. The ability to mend things was just something I was born with.... and I don't think I can explain how it works exactly..." He would then take his clawed finger and point at the book laying on the table. "This... This book was given to me by a very powerful creature and contains some very powerful magic..." Mender would lean closer over top of the book, getting closer to the goblin. "I can probably let you look at it a little bit... so long as you promise you won't try to take it." The kobold would then slowly open the book to reveal the draconic texts within..
Mugwort's stare jumps from the kobold to the book - back to the kobold then back to the book. "Try to fool Mugwort? Bird mud tracks! No words!" He snorts a rude noise. "Fine. Keep secrets. Keep coin. I hire you as table fixer." Mugwort smiles broadly at his 'wise solution' as he slides another gold piece across the table 'in payment for future services.'
"I... I promise I'm not lying Mr... uh.. I'm sorry what was your name? My name is Mender" Mender would ask as he pulls the coin and book closer to himself. "I'll be happy to fix anything you need. I have fixed all kinds of things in the past." He would slide the gold coin into his pouch and look around to see if his fish and drink are on the way. After a quick glance around he would look back towards Mugwort. "Oh! So you may not have heard my question before with all the commotion but do you know much about the swamp? I need to find a portal in the middle of the swamp somewhere..." He would ask again before pulling out the gold coin he had just put away. "I'll give you this back and fix your tables for free if you can help me find it."
Dorn inspects Mender's silver with an expression of curiosity, bites one to validate its worth, then tosses and catches the coin with a shrug before plodding off again. When the kobold opens his book, Mugwort is probably confused to see that each page is completely blank... at least to goblin eyes.
~~
With an 8 deception, the attempt at mollification does not go as planned - catching Isaac's quick, prying glance down at the scroll, the elf hisses "Bleed! O eyes which look askance" and jabs a long, blackened finger in his direction, before using starlight step as a bonus action to teleport outside the tavern.
Isaac, roll a DC 12 Wisdom saving throw.Isaac grits his teeth as a sheer pain spikes his eyes, but ultimately shrugs off the bestow curse.Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
"Well met, Mender. Good name for hired fixer! Mugwort am me." He smiles (larger than one might expect a mouth to stretch). "Magic Portal? Portal... piddle... paddle.. puddle. Magic puddles?" His face screws up with obvious concentration. "Portal puddles.. pools? Wise old gobbos told of pools. Spirit pools. Puddle doors for great powers to visit the swamps."
Mugwort idly traces his finger in some spill liquid on the table. "Wise gobbos said, 'Outer planes. Elemental Planes. Beings use puddles as doorways to the swamp. They walk among us and do powerful things." He looks down at his doodles and frowns as he sees an intricate runed circle filled with barely legible, watery script. "Wise gobbos... sometimes wrong; most times pretty right." Mugwort shrugs as he uses his palm to erase the watery drawing.
"Planning to go swamp swimming?"
Isaac takes a single step back, as he holds one hand on his face, mumbling: “I thought he would have been the kind of person to not make a scene, especially with so many people around..." Isaac swiftly regains his composure and glances back towards the table where he saw the other hooded figure seated, looking to see if he had any reaction to the events that transpired. (Insight: 11 + 1 With Sentinel Intuition )
And finally, gazing back down to Fon, “Thanks for the kind gesture.” Isaac begins to slowly make his way back to his seat. He is more than satisfied in having found a concrete lead to track down. Plus, starting a fight in such a crowded place with no justification wasn't really his style. There would be more leads to follow in the future, he was sure of it.
Menders eyes go WIDE as the goblin begins to speak of spirit pools acting as doors for powerful elementals. "Yes! YES! that is what I need! That's what I'm looking for!" The kobold would exclaim as he practically jumps onto the table with excitement. Mender would quiet down as he notices the attention his shouting is drawing before leaning closer to the goblin. "I've been roaming around that swamp for 3 days looking for some kind of spirit portal thing... and so far you are the only one that that has ever heard of such a thing." His eyes would narrow and his face would become hard and serious. "Can you help me find this portal? I'll do anything you ask... pay any price. There is a creature there that I need to kill so that the portal can be used once more..." Mender would pause a moment... looking down at the table and burying his face in his clawed hands. After rubbing his eyes and slowly taking his leather fishing hat from his head he would look towards Mugwort once more. His face this time showing fear in his eyes as his hands begin to shake. "Please help me... My tribe is depending on me."
Mugwort makes shushing motions and hisses at Mender. "Quiet please! Best to not bring the entire Inn to the table." With an almost pained expression, Mugwort looks about for Mimzy.
"OH! Yes, you are right...." He would then sit back down and quickly look around. "I think some of these people here may not be as friendly as you Moster Mugwort."
Isaac glances back at the table just in time to catch a glimpse of the second figure's robes billowing behind them as they breeze through the back entrance. The cleric's honed instincts tell him this man or woman left alarmed.
~~
Fon sits recluse and somber for a while, reminiscing. A familiar voice startles the kenku (check your DMs).
~~
As Mugwort and Mender become acquainted, Dorn returns, sliding a plate of sizzling silver fish and pitcher of frothing rum onto the table. "Enjoy your lakebait, fishbones" his rumbling voice goads.
~~
As the time ticks over to noon, patrons begin to filter out of the Edge of the East and return to their duties - some are nomads, others fishermen, others still are travelling merchants who wish to try their luck selling wares to the goblins. It is suddenly clear that, despite its sheer barrenness and lack of anything substantial to offer, many people must still cling onto this land. Out of fear perhaps - do fugitives flee here, where the law dare not pursue? Or is there another reason entirely? It is hard to tell.
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Mender would pack up his net and hang it from his belt before excitedly digging into the fish feast in front of him. he would struggle to pour himself a glass from the heavy pitcher of rum, eventually succeeding after only spilling a little. "Are you hungry? Help yourself to some fish and drink. Mender would say to Mugwort while sliding the plate if fish and pitcher of rum towards the goblin.
"Um.." Mugwort is distracted as he looks about for Mimzy and to see who remains as the 'lunch crowd' trail out and back to their lives. Perhaps this starving fellow has an 'adventure' Mimzy might agree to.
With a soft flutter of iridescent moth wings, Mimzy alighted gracefully on the edge of the worn wooden table. "Ah, Mugwort, my elusive goblin friend! I've been dodging an old bohunk of mine so he wouldn't catch sight of me," she trilled, her voice a captivating blend of mischief and allure. "And who might this be? A new companion for our escapades?" Her pale blue eyes twinkled like stars as they met Mender's.
Casting a glance at the sumptuous spread before her, she cooed, "Oh, what a delightful banquet you've laid out! Do you mind if I partake?"
Before anyone could respond, Mimzy's slender fingers plucked a morsel of fish from the plate, savoring it with a satisfied hum. Her eyes met Mender's as she delicately wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "So, did I hear whispers of adventures and spirit portals?" she leaned in, her eyes locking onto Mender's with magnetic intensity. "When a Diva is intrigued, you can bet your last copper that something's afoot and about to unfold."
With a flirtatious wink aimed at Mugwort, her eyes danced with the promise of untold adventures and mysteries yet to be unraveled. "So, shall we discuss our next grand escapade over this feast? I'm absolutely famished."
"OH! Hi! I heard you singing before.. you were great!" Mender would say with a smile before opening his arms and gesturing towards the fish and rum. "please! Take whatever you would like.. there is more here than I can handle on my own anyway." The kobold would direct his brass colored eyes to meet the blue eyes of the fairy. "My name is Mender, your friend Mugwort is the first person I have found that knows anything about spirit portals.... I really need to find one. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to find the spirit portal out in the swamp somewhere... Do you know anything about them?" he would ask while looking over the fairy with great interest. "It's really important" The kobold would continue to watch you while waiting to hear if you know anything more than Mugwort... but the look on his face would shift to that of fear and nervousness as the conversation turns to the talk of the spirit portal.