Crispy laughs, relieved Borg didnt punch her. “Oh, theyre just fine, B.” she says confidently. “And yeah. I think we do..!” she says, watching the waitress walk away.
“Au! Done!” Crispy, excited that Borg would even consider sexy funbag comparison, finished her drink with very loud gulps, and waved the waitress over again, this time with a much saucier look.
Friedrych quietly listens to the things said around the table. Finlan's story makes his ears peak up a bit. What he lacks in narrative storytelling technique, he makes up for with unbridled enthusiasm. It is not a bad story but Friedrych does pay attention to certain details, especially the strength aspect. After all, as the two new guys in the group, it is more than likely that they will have to share a room at some point. Perhaps not here depending on lodging but rooms back at the Company seem to be arranged for two so whatever he can pick up now to get to know more about Finlan, the better he is for it.
Any of the other shenanigans is quickly put out of his mind when Mr. Migello proposes a toast. Grabbing his cup of sweet wine, Friedrych hoists it up in the air to join in on the collective blessing of the journey to come before turning his nose towards the smell of prepared food. He takes his share and places his portion in front of him and the child's portion to his left, taking care not to disturb Finlan's three plates or any of the other things on the table. He then reaches into his vest's inside pocket and pulls out two bendy straws, one red and one green, which he slides into his cup. Finally, he lays his napkin on his laps before taking up knife and fork.
'Bon appétit.' Friedrych says to the group in spite of Finlan already being halfway through his meal. 'Finally, some food!' Luthollal replies before pulling off and scooping up pieces of pork from her plate.
'So,'Friedrych addresses Finlan after swallowing down a piece of pork himself. 'Is this just you having missed second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon and afternoon tea or are you always this big of an eater?'
I would imagine if it was that obvious, it wouldnt take a perception roll to notice it, no lol Unless, of course, there is other sorcery at work here. And magic makes Crispy..edgy.
I eat a lot all the time. 5 BIG meals everyday As he says this he stands up on his chair and spreads his arms out as wide as they'll go.
When he finishes telling the group of his eating habits he'll look over at the half-elf, I'm sorry, I don't think you ever did tell me your name. What is it?
Crispy notices that something invisible is eating from the childs plate, and stares as whatever it is goes through the motions. She casually looks over to Borg, and says. “Do you wanna ask him about that or shall I? You know what? Nevermind.”
She lets out a huge sigh and points vaguely in the direction of the child’s plate. “Alright. What’s that.” she drawls.
I eat a lot all the time. 5 BIG meals everyday As he says this he stands up on his chair and spreads his arms out as wide as they'll go.
When he finishes telling the group of his eating habits he'll look over at the half-elf, I'm sorry, I don't think you ever did tell me your name. What is it?
'The name's Friedrych.' Friedrych replies to the halfling in between bites. 'A pleasure.'
Crispy notices that something invisible is eating from the childs plate, and stares as whatever it is goes through the motions. She casually looks over to Borg, and says. “Do you wanna ask him about that or shall I? You know what? Nevermind.”
She lets out a huge sigh and points vaguely in the direction of the child’s plate. “Alright. What’s that.” she drawls.
Friedrych neatly places his knife and fork on his plate and takes his napkin to blot away any food stains on his lips. 'That...' He slowly says with an aside glance to the child's plate, 'might take some explaining.'
'Do you remember that abby with the monk with the large nose and frumpled ears?' 'Oooh, story time!'
'I wasn't always who I am.' Friedrych begins with a pensive moment while folding his napkin and placing it left next to his plate. 'Before I joined up with the Seven Saints Adventuring Company, I was but a mere farmer.' A slight smile appears on his face as he recounts memories. 'A potato farmer to be precise. I know: not the most prestigious of callings but it was what is was. I ploughed the land, sowed the seeds, reaped the harvest and sold my taters. It wasn't much but it was a good life.' The smile on his face deepens. 'In time, it even got better. Found myself a village girl. A pretty lass too, with red hair, freckles, blue eyes...' His hand moves up to his chin to give it a quick rub, 'And a right hook like you wouldn't believe it. Our first date actually ended with her punting me so far into the ground, I wound up eating a mouthful of next harvest's crop.' His eyes twinkle. 'I instantly fell head over heels for her right there and then. Second date went better. The third fantastic. Next thing you know, we were married. Lily was her name. To this day I still don't know what she saw in a lowly potato farmer from out of town but I couldn't care less. I was happy.'
Friedrych grabs a hold of his cup to drink a mouthful through the red bendy straw and wet his lips. 'So one day I come home from working the fields. I tell Lily I planned on going into town the next day to buy a mule, get some help with moving the taters around. She asks me to pick up something from the local carpenter. A surprise she says. My birthday was coming up so I thought she bought me a new rocking chair. So imagine my surprise when I walk up to the carpenter and he shoves this large, unwieldy packet of wood in my hands with some instructions. "Just need to assemble it at your place." The guy says. "Lily will know how." So I get my donkey, lug everything back home and call in Lily to help me figure out this damn contraption. She just stands there, all smiles and giggles. "You're the man of the house." She grins. "Surely you can put together a pile a wood?" Ah, pride: my weak spot. Rolled up my sleeves and got to it. Turned out it wasn't a rocking chair.' He looks up at the group with the brightest smile so far. 'It was a baby crib.'
Friedrych picks his knife and fork back up to cut the last remaining food on the child's plate into little morsels. 'Lily was pregnant. I was going to be a father. I couldn't believe it. But nine months later, she gave birth to a bouncing baby girl. Life was grand. For ten sweet and blessed years, I was the happiest man alive.' It is then that Friedrych's smile vanishes and his entire face darkens.
'We lived in a rural town. Quiet, peaceful, lots of green.' His eyes droop.'But little to no protection. In hindsight, I still wonder why it hadn't happened before but that doesn't matter now. Because it happened then.' His bottom lip quivers slightly. 'Bandits raided our village. I could see the smoke rising from the fields. I dropped whatever it was that I was holding and ran back to the house. I ran like I never had run before. Like a man possessed. Didn't matter. I wasn't fast enough.' He tries to stifle a sniff. 'The house was burning. And in front of it l-lay... were my wife and daughter.' Friedrych forcibly closes his eyes in an effort to keep the tears from welling up in them. 'Lily... sh-she... she was... defiled. And my daughter, my b-baby girl, dressed in the sunflower d-dress she liked so much.' He draws an arm across his face, the sleeve wet with a mixture of tears and snot. 'Their throats had been slit. There was b-blood everywhere. So much blood...'
Friedrych takes a moment to compose himself. After three deep breaths in and out to calm himself, he continues. 'I buried my wife and daughter in the shade of an oak tree. They always liked it in the shade. I'm more of a sun person but...'He shakes his head. 'I am not a violent man. Never was. But as I looked at those two graves, dug with my own bloody hands... at that moment, I snapped. I had lost everything: my wife, my child, my home... Amidst the turmoil of my mind, there was but one clear thought: revenge.' He turns his head back to the group, his face now hard and cold, as if of steel. 'I took the blade off of my plough, the only thing I had left, and took off following the bandits' trails. The only thing that mattered now was to get even. Blood for blood. Their lives for a lifetime of happiness that was denied to me.'
'Finding the bandits wasn't hard. Drunk on their own achievement, they were making merry without much care. The only guard they had bothered to put out was drunk out of his mind.' Friedrych eyes shimmer a bit with a flash of murderous intent. 'It was easy to sneak up to him. Insultingly easy. I struck him down with my blade and...' He waves a hand in a slow gesture before him, 'I took his face.'
Ripples begin to wash over Friedrych's face, each ripple making a new change: his hair shortens and turns black, his skin takes on a deep suntanned look, his eyes become brown in colour, his teeth become crooked with a single golden one in the middle and a deep gash appears over his left cheek, the untreated scar of a swordfight long ago.
'I was as surprised as you are now.'Friedrych continues with the exact same voice now coming out of a completely different face. 'I didn't know how I did that. Innate magical talent long neglected? Some god or another granting me aid for vengeance? I couldn't care less. It was a tool, mine for the taking, to exact my revenge with. All I know is that I walked into their camp and slowly, one by one, I killed them.' He sighs and his voice goes quiet. 'The first ones were hard. But it got easier. By the end of it, it was no more different killing one than it was to pull a tater out of the ground.'
'The sun had begun to rise when I pulled my blade out of the last one. In the light of its rays, I could finally see the full result of my actions. Blood everywhere, bodies littering the ground. The ones who...' Friedrych pauses, not wanting to repeat that memory, 'their body parts I had strewn all over the place.'
He takes another deep breath. 'Normally, that would be the end of it. But that's not how it goes with vengeance, blood debts and the cycle of violence, now does it? I had spilled blood in my wife and daughter's name. Bad enough but I had also buried them without the proper burial rites or a priest to do that for me. As I said: small rural village so we didn't even had a priest. So someone or something out there apparently has a twisted sense of humour because now I am cursed to forever be reminded of what I have lost.
Friedrych waves his hand in front of his face again, causing it to turn back to his usual self. 'I am haunted by the spectre of my dead daughter.' He says, his mouth a delicate balance between a sad smile and sorrowful look. 'Say hello to the nice people, Lulu.'
A little morsel of pork floats up from the plate and shakes about in an imitation of a handwave. 'Hello.'
Crispy laughed. She nearly choked on her food laughing. She laughed till tears came out of her eyes. She pounded her fist on the table wheezing, trying to catch her breath. She wiped tears with her sleeve, and when she slowly stopped laughing she looked at Friedrych with a sudden serious expression opposite of her emotions a moment ago. “That was a sad tale. Truly, a tragic, terrible story. You know, reminds me a lot about my past. A lot. How funny. But..i’m not sure I can beat that tale. Truly sad.”
She takes a moment to look at the small plate of food, and in the general direction of Lulu, and holds an expression that is slightly unreadable before looking in the direction of the waitress, whom she found more interesting, judging by her new expressions.
(I generally prefer players not to go PvP on things, but with checking for truth-tells, contested Insight vs. Deception should be fine. If there are no lies, just state there aren't. For this, however, since there was a nicely woven tale above, and if Friedrych is not being truthful with his story, then he would gain advantage.)
"There's an easier way to check if it's a ghost." Mr. Migello advises. "Just waft your hand about there and if you touch something, it's just something playing with magic." He then looks to Friedrych, "Though I warn you, I want no shenanigans from invisible things near my wares. There's delicates in there and I don't want things rummaging through them, you hear?"
Friedrych seems to weave such a wonderous tale that it is hard to tell if it is fact or fiction, but his resolve in his story is strong, giving the feeling that he believes all of it to be true.
(Just for clarity, you can roll with advantage with the following, minus spaces: [ roll ] 1d20ad + 5 [ /roll ] and replace the 5 with whatever bonus. Disadvantage is with da instead of ad.)
"Nonetheless, and excellent tale." Mr. Migello says before taking another sip of his wine. "Let's hope that this Lulu doesn't cause too many issues on our journey. Now tuck in, we don't want the food getting cold on our watch." The portly gent begins to devour his food. Though he eats with great speed, he somehow manages to do so with some class and without any mess. It appears he's taken levels in gourmand instead of adventurer levels ;-)
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Crispy laughs, relieved Borg didnt punch her. “Oh, theyre just fine, B.” she says confidently. “And yeah. I think we do..!” she says, watching the waitress walk away.
"Well, i am hortible at chatting with people out of the blue, so go chat and we can compare later."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
“Au! Done!” Crispy, excited that Borg would even consider sexy funbag comparison, finished her drink with very loud gulps, and waved the waitress over again, this time with a much saucier look.
OOOoohhhhh!!!! Finlan says, mouth watering over the flavorful aroma.
As soon as the food arrives, he digs in. Almost shoving food into his mouth faster than he can chew.... almost....
Friedrych quietly listens to the things said around the table. Finlan's story makes his ears peak up a bit. What he lacks in narrative storytelling technique, he makes up for with unbridled enthusiasm. It is not a bad story but Friedrych does pay attention to certain details, especially the strength aspect. After all, as the two new guys in the group, it is more than likely that they will have to share a room at some point. Perhaps not here depending on lodging but rooms back at the Company seem to be arranged for two so whatever he can pick up now to get to know more about Finlan, the better he is for it.
Any of the other shenanigans is quickly put out of his mind when Mr. Migello proposes a toast. Grabbing his cup of sweet wine, Friedrych hoists it up in the air to join in on the collective blessing of the journey to come before turning his nose towards the smell of prepared food. He takes his share and places his portion in front of him and the child's portion to his left, taking care not to disturb Finlan's three plates or any of the other things on the table. He then reaches into his vest's inside pocket and pulls out two bendy straws, one red and one green, which he slides into his cup. Finally, he lays his napkin on his laps before taking up knife and fork.
'Bon appétit.' Friedrych says to the group in spite of Finlan already being halfway through his meal.
'Finally, some food!' Luthollal replies before pulling off and scooping up pieces of pork from her plate.
'So,' Friedrych addresses Finlan after swallowing down a piece of pork himself. 'Is this just you having missed second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon and afternoon tea or are you always this big of an eater?'
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
OOC: Can we see Luthollal's food floating up off the plate and then disappearing? I mean, surely we noticed him put two straws in his drink.
I would imagine if it was that obvious, it wouldnt take a perception roll to notice it, no lol Unless, of course, there is other sorcery at work here. And magic makes Crispy..edgy.
OOC: if you miss someone putting a bendy straw in their drink, you need to buff up that passive perception :p
Something invisible is eating from the child's plate, yes.
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
Oh yes! Finlan exclaims.
I eat a lot all the time. 5 BIG meals everyday As he says this he stands up on his chair and spreads his arms out as wide as they'll go.
When he finishes telling the group of his eating habits he'll look over at the half-elf, I'm sorry, I don't think you ever did tell me your name. What is it?
Crispy notices that something invisible is eating from the childs plate, and stares as whatever it is goes through the motions. She casually looks over to Borg, and says. “Do you wanna ask him about that or shall I? You know what? Nevermind.”
She lets out a huge sigh and points vaguely in the direction of the child’s plate. “Alright. What’s that.” she drawls.
Borg looks to the plate. "Invisible things stealing food, make me want to reach for my sword."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
”Me too, B.” Crispy said, in a low voice. “But let’s give our..new friend..a chance to explain.” She waited earnestly for a reply.
'The name's Friedrych.' Friedrych replies to the halfling in between bites. 'A pleasure.'
Friedrych neatly places his knife and fork on his plate and takes his napkin to blot away any food stains on his lips. 'That...' He slowly says with an aside glance to the child's plate, 'might take some explaining.'
'Do you remember that abby with the monk with the large nose and frumpled ears?'
'Oooh, story time!'
'I wasn't always who I am.' Friedrych begins with a pensive moment while folding his napkin and placing it left next to his plate. 'Before I joined up with the Seven Saints Adventuring Company, I was but a mere farmer.' A slight smile appears on his face as he recounts memories. 'A potato farmer to be precise. I know: not the most prestigious of callings but it was what is was. I ploughed the land, sowed the seeds, reaped the harvest and sold my taters. It wasn't much but it was a good life.' The smile on his face deepens. 'In time, it even got better. Found myself a village girl. A pretty lass too, with red hair, freckles, blue eyes...' His hand moves up to his chin to give it a quick rub, 'And a right hook like you wouldn't believe it. Our first date actually ended with her punting me so far into the ground, I wound up eating a mouthful of next harvest's crop.' His eyes twinkle. 'I instantly fell head over heels for her right there and then. Second date went better. The third fantastic. Next thing you know, we were married. Lily was her name. To this day I still don't know what she saw in a lowly potato farmer from out of town but I couldn't care less. I was happy.'
Friedrych grabs a hold of his cup to drink a mouthful through the red bendy straw and wet his lips. 'So one day I come home from working the fields. I tell Lily I planned on going into town the next day to buy a mule, get some help with moving the taters around. She asks me to pick up something from the local carpenter. A surprise she says. My birthday was coming up so I thought she bought me a new rocking chair. So imagine my surprise when I walk up to the carpenter and he shoves this large, unwieldy packet of wood in my hands with some instructions. "Just need to assemble it at your place." The guy says. "Lily will know how." So I get my donkey, lug everything back home and call in Lily to help me figure out this damn contraption. She just stands there, all smiles and giggles. "You're the man of the house." She grins. "Surely you can put together a pile a wood?" Ah, pride: my weak spot. Rolled up my sleeves and got to it. Turned out it wasn't a rocking chair.' He looks up at the group with the brightest smile so far. 'It was a baby crib.'
Friedrych picks his knife and fork back up to cut the last remaining food on the child's plate into little morsels. 'Lily was pregnant. I was going to be a father. I couldn't believe it. But nine months later, she gave birth to a bouncing baby girl. Life was grand. For ten sweet and blessed years, I was the happiest man alive.' It is then that Friedrych's smile vanishes and his entire face darkens.
'We lived in a rural town. Quiet, peaceful, lots of green.' His eyes droop. 'But little to no protection. In hindsight, I still wonder why it hadn't happened before but that doesn't matter now. Because it happened then.' His bottom lip quivers slightly. 'Bandits raided our village. I could see the smoke rising from the fields. I dropped whatever it was that I was holding and ran back to the house. I ran like I never had run before. Like a man possessed. Didn't matter. I wasn't fast enough.' He tries to stifle a sniff. 'The house was burning. And in front of it l-lay... were my wife and daughter.' Friedrych forcibly closes his eyes in an effort to keep the tears from welling up in them. 'Lily... sh-she... she was... defiled. And my daughter, my b-baby girl, dressed in the sunflower d-dress she liked so much.' He draws an arm across his face, the sleeve wet with a mixture of tears and snot. 'Their throats had been slit. There was b-blood everywhere. So much blood...'
Friedrych takes a moment to compose himself. After three deep breaths in and out to calm himself, he continues. 'I buried my wife and daughter in the shade of an oak tree. They always liked it in the shade. I'm more of a sun person but...' He shakes his head. 'I am not a violent man. Never was. But as I looked at those two graves, dug with my own bloody hands... at that moment, I snapped. I had lost everything: my wife, my child, my home... Amidst the turmoil of my mind, there was but one clear thought: revenge.' He turns his head back to the group, his face now hard and cold, as if of steel. 'I took the blade off of my plough, the only thing I had left, and took off following the bandits' trails. The only thing that mattered now was to get even. Blood for blood. Their lives for a lifetime of happiness that was denied to me.'
'Finding the bandits wasn't hard. Drunk on their own achievement, they were making merry without much care. The only guard they had bothered to put out was drunk out of his mind.' Friedrych eyes shimmer a bit with a flash of murderous intent. 'It was easy to sneak up to him. Insultingly easy. I struck him down with my blade and...' He waves a hand in a slow gesture before him, 'I took his face.'
Ripples begin to wash over Friedrych's face, each ripple making a new change: his hair shortens and turns black, his skin takes on a deep suntanned look, his eyes become brown in colour, his teeth become crooked with a single golden one in the middle and a deep gash appears over his left cheek, the untreated scar of a swordfight long ago.
'I was as surprised as you are now.' Friedrych continues with the exact same voice now coming out of a completely different face. 'I didn't know how I did that. Innate magical talent long neglected? Some god or another granting me aid for vengeance? I couldn't care less. It was a tool, mine for the taking, to exact my revenge with. All I know is that I walked into their camp and slowly, one by one, I killed them.' He sighs and his voice goes quiet. 'The first ones were hard. But it got easier. By the end of it, it was no more different killing one than it was to pull a tater out of the ground.'
'The sun had begun to rise when I pulled my blade out of the last one. In the light of its rays, I could finally see the full result of my actions. Blood everywhere, bodies littering the ground. The ones who...' Friedrych pauses, not wanting to repeat that memory, 'their body parts I had strewn all over the place.'
He takes another deep breath. 'Normally, that would be the end of it. But that's not how it goes with vengeance, blood debts and the cycle of violence, now does it? I had spilled blood in my wife and daughter's name. Bad enough but I had also buried them without the proper burial rites or a priest to do that for me. As I said: small rural village so we didn't even had a priest. So someone or something out there apparently has a twisted sense of humour because now I am cursed to forever be reminded of what I have lost.
Friedrych waves his hand in front of his face again, causing it to turn back to his usual self. 'I am haunted by the spectre of my dead daughter.' He says, his mouth a delicate balance between a sad smile and sorrowful look. 'Say hello to the nice people, Lulu.'
A little morsel of pork floats up from the plate and shakes about in an imitation of a handwave. 'Hello.'
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
Crispy laughed. She nearly choked on her food laughing. She laughed till tears came out of her eyes. She pounded her fist on the table wheezing, trying to catch her breath. She wiped tears with her sleeve, and when she slowly stopped laughing she looked at Friedrych with a sudden serious expression opposite of her emotions a moment ago. “That was a sad tale. Truly, a tragic, terrible story. You know, reminds me a lot about my past. A lot. How funny. But..i’m not sure I can beat that tale. Truly sad.”
She takes a moment to look at the small plate of food, and in the general direction of Lulu, and holds an expression that is slightly unreadable before looking in the direction of the waitress, whom she found more interesting, judging by her new expressions.
DM:
Insight to know if Friedrych is telling the truth: 14
OOC: do we do PvP rolls? Or everything against a set DC?
Also DirtyDogP: could you enlighten on why you roll insight? The reason why you would disbelieve/doubt, I mean.
EDIT: does anyone know if it's possible to pull up the coding/editing menu on mobile? Or does phone = flat text only?
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
(I generally prefer players not to go PvP on things, but with checking for truth-tells, contested Insight vs. Deception should be fine. If there are no lies, just state there aren't. For this, however, since there was a nicely woven tale above, and if Friedrych is not being truthful with his story, then he would gain advantage.)
"There's an easier way to check if it's a ghost." Mr. Migello advises. "Just waft your hand about there and if you touch something, it's just something playing with magic." He then looks to Friedrych, "Though I warn you, I want no shenanigans from invisible things near my wares. There's delicates in there and I don't want things rummaging through them, you hear?"
If it's a Deception check wanting, for it is not 100% true or false: 18, advantage 23
EDIT: Nice ^^
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
Friedrych seems to weave such a wonderous tale that it is hard to tell if it is fact or fiction, but his resolve in his story is strong, giving the feeling that he believes all of it to be true.
(Just for clarity, you can roll with advantage with the following, minus spaces: [ roll ] 1d20ad + 5 [ /roll ] and replace the 5 with whatever bonus. Disadvantage is with da instead of ad.)
"Nonetheless, and excellent tale." Mr. Migello says before taking another sip of his wine. "Let's hope that this Lulu doesn't cause too many issues on our journey. Now tuck in, we don't want the food getting cold on our watch." The portly gent begins to devour his food. Though he eats with great speed, he somehow manages to do so with some class and without any mess. It appears he's taken levels in gourmand instead of adventurer levels ;-)