"It cost nothing good sir, that was Mike Osiris's last wish before he had vanished from Drakkenheim. He was quite popular at the Black Ivory inn, Lady Rochelle respects his wishes that his stage remains open. If you are boo'd off to many times though.. We have a hard time keeping the establishment calm if we allow those to try again. We do get many adventurers much like yourself."
OOC If Fazil wishes he may make a peformance. He doesn't have to use performance ability check however. It will depend on what he is doing to please the crowd of course.
He can also of course ask Walter about the room situation
"It cost nothing good sir, that was Mike Osiris's last wish before he had vanished from Drakkenheim. He was quite popular at the Black Ivory inn, Lady Rochelle respects his wishes that his stage remains open. If you are boo'd off to many times though.. We have a hard time keeping the establishment calm if we allow those to try again. We do get many adventurers much like yourself."
OOC If Fazil wishes he may make a peformance. He doesn't have to use performance ability check however. It will depend on what he is doing to please the crowd of course.
He can also of course ask Walter about the room situation
Fazil leans to Sinak, "You talk to Walter here, and I will go on stage."
He stepped onto the stage with a flourish of his cloak, a gleam of excitement in his eyes as he surveyed the eager crowd before him. With a confident flick of his wand, he cast Prestidigitation, conjuring a dazzling display of colorful sparks that danced and swirled in the air above him, casting an ethereal glow across the stage.
He conjures a bouquet of vibrant flowers with a flourish, their petals blooming in a riot of color and painting the air with their beauty. The flowers float gently to the audience, a fragrant reminder of the magic surrounding them. Next, he removes everything he has created so far with Prestidigitation and creates an orb of light, allowing it to float and dance above his palm.
The ball pirouetted through the air, leaving a trail of glittering sparks in its wake. But he wasn't done yet; the ball of light reached the audience, his fingertips crackling with arcane energy as he casts Prestidigitation to warm and comfort the crowd. A gentle breeze caresses their faces, carrying with it the scent of freshly baked bread and the promise of a night filled with wonder.
As the performance draws close, Fazil bows deeply to the crowd.
Sinak watches Fazil, fascinated. “Ho ho… whooo weee.” He tries to help his friend with the performance, ooohing and aaahing at all of the appropriate times, trying to get those around him engaged in the show. As he does so, he gauges their reaction, making sure to note any potential hostile reactions to the use of magic. His eyes dart around the room.
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OOC I'd let Sinak give the help action if he came on stage and helped Fazil perform as the crowd here is a little too tough for one appeased customer to ooo and ahh
But he can get on the stage and help with his own magic
Maggwyn slips the 15 gold to Orson and nods at his whisper. She whispers something back and then with their business complete, she heads back to the streets and realizes she has no idea where anyone else is. Didn't the paladin and Dabb say they were going to a church? She starts heading in that direction, keeping an eye out for anyone else.
Dabbert is sitting near the side of the road, not far from the church, when he sees Maggwyn approaching. He's just sitting there, quiet and calm, contemplating nothing in particular when he catches site of her and waves.
“Oh man… here we go….how did I let him talk me into this…” Sinak is standing there to the side of the stage, but his comments and enthusiasm aren’t quite pumping up the crowd. He is watching for any threatening looks or shocked looks at the use of magic, and if he sees nothing alarming, he decides to hop up on stage and help Fazil. He does so by tapping him on the sleeve and saying a few quick words (guidance), but then soon afterwards, he starts moving his hands and arms in a dramatic fashion, creating spinning, glowing lights that rotate around Fazil’s head, moving ever faster, then creating almost a strobe like effect when he’s doing his trick, then winking out.
Sinak casts dancing lights, 4 lights glowing in different colors and weaving, moving around Fazil’s head to make him seem even more impressive…
Thuribula, having finished her spoken prayer, gets up to approach the altar and hold one of her candles to the brazier, and, as the wick catches, she bows profoundly, and returns with the lit candle to kneel with the others. She continues to pray silently. O Divine Light. Show me the true path. It seems as though the Silver Order has a handle on the right thing to be done, and I will certainly need their help... but I must stay true to your ways and your teachings, however it may seem to slow me down in the moment. I rest all at your feet and wait for your guidance.
And then she feels it. The strange welling of magical Divine power and Light within her. And she knows without a doubt what it is, which seems to a moment odd to her, since she would never have guessed what it would feel like. Then, even more am I yours, an instrument in the hands of your Sacred Flame. Leave me not without your guidance!Her awareness of the Aasimar growing suddenly, his fitful place in the Divine plan. Perhaps he will be the messenger that the people need, that they will hear. He who seeks the truth and not power or riches, perhaps he will be the one, once he finds it, to bring that truth to the people. I must bring him to the heart of it...
Resolutely, Thuribula stands up, and approaches Fenton where he sits. She hands him the lit candle. "There is always a higher purpose, Fenton. Sometimes we cannot decipher it. Sometimes the worst of struggles and the most distracting lures of easy power and money come to us to test us, to see if the truth is really what we love more than passing gains that may be snatched away with the next breeze. And sometimes the world is really in danger, and the Divine Light calls on us within our souls to step beyond the rhythms of ordinary life to truly heroic sacrifices. I think that the Sacred Flame has a plan for you. No one can give you faith, or conviction about the truth. But we can walk with you and help to guide your steps in your search."
"Your words ring true, even after being blessed by the scared flame, I have struggled from time to time with faith and the right path. I have not always seen eye to eye with the flamekeepers in my village. However I believe you are correct and that there is a higher purpose as you and that purpose will be revealed"
"Perhaps your struggles with faith are a lesson to us to search our own hearts and not be too ready to accept quick answers because they are easy and quiet our discomfort with things unknown and uncertain," Thuribula muses. "I should not like to rule out anything the Sacred Flame may use to teach us... and although truth cannot be altered... it is sometimes we whose view is mirrored darkly and needs adjustment. Pride or greed or fear or comfort or social pressure may blind us... but if our hearts seek the truth, the Divine Order will lead us there." Although Thuribula holds no doubts about the Faith of the Sacred Flame and its teachings, there has been so much that is unprecedented, so much that is new and alien, in the past 15 years, that there is rampant disagreement even among the hierarchy of the Flamekeepers about what approach to take in this complex situation. I am only certain in my heart that Lucretia Matthias is wrong. At least as wrong as those who see delerium as a good and harmless way to gain wealth and power, but more dangerously wrong in that it leads so many astray under the guise of faith and holiness...
With a smile, she turns to look back to Ophelia and her two paladins. "I do not know if my path lies with the Silver Order. It may. We have only just met. But I would like to continue my association with you, and see where the Flame leads me. I..." she hesitates. "I feel different. There is something within me now, that wasn't there before. Somehow, I think my path lies with Fenton, to see him to the truth. He doubts, he has not yet found it... but I think the Flame is leading him to it."
Maggwyn sees Dabbert waiving and heads over. Taking a seat next to him she sighs.
"So where is the rest of the group? We might want to find a place to stay for the night? Sure don't want to head into Drakkenheim when it's dark. I want to find a woman at a fancy ass hotel at some point here. Want to head there with me now or are you waiting for that Flamekeeper?"
Dab shrugs, shifting to get comfortable as Maggwyn sits next to him.
"Thuribula is in the church. I was uh...waiting on her." He says, gesturing toward the temple. "I uh...would rather not go into Drakkenheim in the dark, no. But we should probably talk. The blacksmith, Tobias, says there is a big cache of Delerium that has been discovered and a lot of folks are going to try to go after it. Seems like a good way to possibly make some money. Or die. Whichever happens first."
Ophelia looks to Thuribula alongside Arthur and Dante. Ophelia smiles.
"If you wish to destroy Delirium.. and stop Lucacretia's march. Than I think our paths will be as one, we are Elyria's holy flame after all! I think.. Together we can do the right thing. Be careful destroying that Delirum.. and if it's too much heading out.. There is no shame in taking a more simple life."
Arthur hears Thuribula talk of Fenton and magic.
"I knew you had a warrior's heart Thuribula! Believe in yourself, and good luck with Fenton!"
Dante looks to Fenton and gives a light bow.
"I know... How we look to outsiders sir Fenton. Preachy... difficult and close minded but we believe in compassion as well. Drakkenheim may not be our home... But even the Matriach had believed his majest sir Ulrick Von Kessel was a good man and his home.. While not our own deserves better. It's something our men are willing to die on foreign soil for."
They begin to leave the church. Seeing Maggwyn and Dabbert. They look over to them and give them a wave. Ophelia looks to Dabbert for a moment before offering a smile to the grizzled man.
"May the flame guide you ser warrior."
OOC Sinak can roll a D4 to add to Fazil's performance and I shall write a response to his show ^~^
It seems Sinak's magic and performance did give Fazil a quite needed edge! The members begin to smile and look upon his performance. While it's clear they are accustomed to magic at performances and being of higher status have surely seen some interesting things they were not displeased and found the performance to at least be of professional standard. Passing by the stage the waiter "Walter" had left a hat on the stage with the tips Fazil has earned with Sinak. It counts to a total of 19 gold!
"Not bad for a first night ser, keep that up and in time you may garner Lady Rochelee's attention she does have a weakness for the musically inclined. Those with the proper talents that is. May I help you with anything else this fine evening my good gentleman?"
Meanwhile..
Ophelia approaches Dabbert as Dante offers a worried hand out but she only shrugs him back with a smile. She slowly reaches a hand to Dabberts face with a saddened expression.
"An older soldier.. of Westamar... I wonder if you were a part of the civil war. It was.. hard for them. I know old soldiers may feel a debt to the Hooded Lanterns and truth be told.. I don't think they are bad though I wished I knew more of them. If you ever wanted to step forward and try to become a knight of the order. I think we could use that blade, you'd be given the same test we just offered a young woman before in fact. However.. if you were weary of all the fighting.. I would understand that as well."
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The corner of Fazil's mouth twitched but nonetheless he agreed to perform on the stage after asking one crucial question.
"Is it going to cost me anything to perform on said stage?"
"It cost nothing good sir, that was Mike Osiris's last wish before he had vanished from Drakkenheim. He was quite popular at the Black Ivory inn, Lady Rochelle respects his wishes that his stage remains open. If you are boo'd off to many times though.. We have a hard time keeping the establishment calm if we allow those to try again. We do get many adventurers much like yourself."
OOC
If Fazil wishes he may make a peformance. He doesn't have to use performance ability check however. It will depend on what he is doing to please the crowd of course.
He can also of course ask Walter about the room situation
Fazil leans to Sinak, "You talk to Walter here, and I will go on stage."
He stepped onto the stage with a flourish of his cloak, a gleam of excitement in his eyes as he surveyed the eager crowd before him. With a confident flick of his wand, he cast Prestidigitation, conjuring a dazzling display of colorful sparks that danced and swirled in the air above him, casting an ethereal glow across the stage.
He conjures a bouquet of vibrant flowers with a flourish, their petals blooming in a riot of color and painting the air with their beauty. The flowers float gently to the audience, a fragrant reminder of the magic surrounding them. Next, he removes everything he has created so far with Prestidigitation and creates an orb of light, allowing it to float and dance above his palm.
The ball pirouetted through the air, leaving a trail of glittering sparks in its wake. But he wasn't done yet; the ball of light reached the audience, his fingertips crackling with arcane energy as he casts Prestidigitation to warm and comfort the crowd. A gentle breeze caresses their faces, carrying with it the scent of freshly baked bread and the promise of a night filled with wonder.
As the performance draws close, Fazil bows deeply to the crowd.
Sinak watches Fazil, fascinated. “Ho ho… whooo weee.” He tries to help his friend with the performance, ooohing and aaahing at all of the appropriate times, trying to get those around him engaged in the show. As he does so, he gauges their reaction, making sure to note any potential hostile reactions to the use of magic. His eyes dart around the room.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
OOC
Have Fazil roll me either performance with advantage OR he can roll a straight Arcana roll.
You're call ^^
Performance Check (Advantage): 14
(OOC: I swear if it is still low on advantage, dang... I should've gone with full Arcane with a +5 modifier.)
(OOC: This won't count. I'm going to roll Arcane just to see what I could have gotten, so don't worry about it.)
Arcane Check: 23
(OOC: Damn it...)
OOC
I'd let Sinak give the help action if he came on stage and helped Fazil perform as the crowd here is a little too tough for one appeased customer to ooo and ahh
But he can get on the stage and help with his own magic
Maggwyn slips the 15 gold to Orson and nods at his whisper. She whispers something back and then with their business complete, she heads back to the streets and realizes she has no idea where anyone else is. Didn't the paladin and Dabb say they were going to a church? She starts heading in that direction, keeping an eye out for anyone else.
Dabbert is sitting near the side of the road, not far from the church, when he sees Maggwyn approaching. He's just sitting there, quiet and calm, contemplating nothing in particular when he catches site of her and waves.
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“Oh man… here we go….how did I let him talk me into this…” Sinak is standing there to the side of the stage, but his comments and enthusiasm aren’t quite pumping up the crowd. He is watching for any threatening looks or shocked looks at the use of magic, and if he sees nothing alarming, he decides to hop up on stage and help Fazil. He does so by tapping him on the sleeve and saying a few quick words (guidance), but then soon afterwards, he starts moving his hands and arms in a dramatic fashion, creating spinning, glowing lights that rotate around Fazil’s head, moving ever faster, then creating almost a strobe like effect when he’s doing his trick, then winking out.
Sinak casts dancing lights, 4 lights glowing in different colors and weaving, moving around Fazil’s head to make him seem even more impressive…
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Your words ring true, even after being blessed by the scared flame, I have struggled from time to time with faith and the right path. I have not always seen eye to eye with the flamekeepers in my village. However I believe you are correct and that there is a higher purpose as you and that purpose will be revealed"
"Perhaps your struggles with faith are a lesson to us to search our own hearts and not be too ready to accept quick answers because they are easy and quiet our discomfort with things unknown and uncertain," Thuribula muses. "I should not like to rule out anything the Sacred Flame may use to teach us... and although truth cannot be altered... it is sometimes we whose view is mirrored darkly and needs adjustment. Pride or greed or fear or comfort or social pressure may blind us... but if our hearts seek the truth, the Divine Order will lead us there." Although Thuribula holds no doubts about the Faith of the Sacred Flame and its teachings, there has been so much that is unprecedented, so much that is new and alien, in the past 15 years, that there is rampant disagreement even among the hierarchy of the Flamekeepers about what approach to take in this complex situation. I am only certain in my heart that Lucretia Matthias is wrong. At least as wrong as those who see delerium as a good and harmless way to gain wealth and power, but more dangerously wrong in that it leads so many astray under the guise of faith and holiness...
With a smile, she turns to look back to Ophelia and her two paladins. "I do not know if my path lies with the Silver Order. It may. We have only just met. But I would like to continue my association with you, and see where the Flame leads me. I..." she hesitates. "I feel different. There is something within me now, that wasn't there before. Somehow, I think my path lies with Fenton, to see him to the truth. He doubts, he has not yet found it... but I think the Flame is leading him to it."
Maggwyn sees Dabbert waiving and heads over. Taking a seat next to him she sighs.
"So where is the rest of the group? We might want to find a place to stay for the night? Sure don't want to head into Drakkenheim when it's dark. I want to find a woman at a fancy ass hotel at some point here. Want to head there with me now or are you waiting for that Flamekeeper?"
Dab shrugs, shifting to get comfortable as Maggwyn sits next to him.
"Thuribula is in the church. I was uh...waiting on her." He says, gesturing toward the temple. "I uh...would rather not go into Drakkenheim in the dark, no. But we should probably talk. The blacksmith, Tobias, says there is a big cache of Delerium that has been discovered and a lot of folks are going to try to go after it. Seems like a good way to possibly make some money. Or die. Whichever happens first."
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Ophelia looks to Thuribula alongside Arthur and Dante. Ophelia smiles.
"If you wish to destroy Delirium.. and stop Lucacretia's march. Than I think our paths will be as one, we are Elyria's holy flame after all! I think.. Together we can do the right thing. Be careful destroying that Delirum.. and if it's too much heading out.. There is no shame in taking a more simple life."
Arthur hears Thuribula talk of Fenton and magic.
"I knew you had a warrior's heart Thuribula! Believe in yourself, and good luck with Fenton!"
Dante looks to Fenton and gives a light bow.
"I know... How we look to outsiders sir Fenton. Preachy... difficult and close minded but we believe in compassion as well. Drakkenheim may not be our home... But even the Matriach had believed his majest sir Ulrick Von Kessel was a good man and his home.. While not our own deserves better. It's something our men are willing to die on foreign soil for."
They begin to leave the church. Seeing Maggwyn and Dabbert. They look over to them and give them a wave. Ophelia looks to Dabbert for a moment before offering a smile to the grizzled man.
"May the flame guide you ser warrior."
OOC
Sinak can roll a D4 to add to Fazil's performance and I shall write a response to his show ^~^
((Sinak added 3 to the roll..))
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Dabbert dips his head and opens his hand as if accepting Ophelia's offer.
"Thank you, my lady." He says, unsure of how to address her. He does try to offer kind eyes and a kind smile though.
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It seems Sinak's magic and performance did give Fazil a quite needed edge! The members begin to smile and look upon his performance. While it's clear they are accustomed to magic at performances and being of higher status have surely seen some interesting things they were not displeased and found the performance to at least be of professional standard. Passing by the stage the waiter "Walter" had left a hat on the stage with the tips Fazil has earned with Sinak. It counts to a total of 19 gold!
"Not bad for a first night ser, keep that up and in time you may garner Lady Rochelee's attention she does have a weakness for the musically inclined. Those with the proper talents that is. May I help you with anything else this fine evening my good gentleman?"
Meanwhile..
Ophelia approaches Dabbert as Dante offers a worried hand out but she only shrugs him back with a smile. She slowly reaches a hand to Dabberts face with a saddened expression.
"An older soldier.. of Westamar... I wonder if you were a part of the civil war. It was.. hard for them. I know old soldiers may feel a debt to the Hooded Lanterns and truth be told.. I don't think they are bad though I wished I knew more of them. If you ever wanted to step forward and try to become a knight of the order. I think we could use that blade, you'd be given the same test we just offered a young woman before in fact. However.. if you were weary of all the fighting.. I would understand that as well."