"I am sorry for your loss, sir Friedrych. And I'd like to talk more with you on a personal note, but I feel that our focus should be on our current task for now. It will also help me try to see what I can do for you as a devout to Bahamut." Chetin says a small prayer before eating. He eats at a pace, a bit amazed at the client's speed and eloquence feasting upon his food.
"Sounds a lot like something from a book, I just have one big question though, if you are being haunted by the ghost of your daughter. then why does the ghost require food? it's dead, it has no need for it and the food isn't falling through the ghost and hitting the floor, a ghost hasn't got anywhere to store food and make it disappear. When we return to greenholden, we will seek out a paladin and see if it's a ghost or not as if it is, the paladin will be quite upset and if it isn't then the team will be quite upset that you have lied to us." Borg says, taking another sip from her tankard and finishing her food.
OOC: He rolled a 20. In my opinion, we shouldn't have any doubts to the truth if the tale. Be care not to metagame. Now, whether doubts can creep in later ... that's to find out then.
Akaas finally realizes the state of his face: wide open, amazed, and not at all composed. He quickly adjusts his features into a solemn configuration. "Sir," he says with great sympathy, "that is one of the most heart-breaking tales I have ever heard. I am quite literally aching in my chest." The ancient halfling puts a hand over his heart. "I am sorry if our questions are hurtful to you." He nods a quick nod. "I thank you for trusting us. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know." Akaas's eyes stray in "Lulu's" direction as he lowers his gaze back to his food, but he makes no further reaction.
(I was using logic of how borg thinks ghosts should work. I never said he lied about his story, borg believes his story but still wants a paladin to look it over, cause a ghost following the group around isn't good for the image of the team. Which is not good as it is.)
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(As mentioned, I prefer it mostly to go through RP. With the check the story sounds plausible, and the he is truely haunted by this person of his past. However, there are still plausible things to what Borg says as well. Play it out naturally as if you were talking to someone normally, as you all have your own thoughts on ghosts, undead, and other things.)
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.
Contrary to what one might expect, Friedrych's frown turns upside down at the sound of that outburst and he gives Crispy a broad smile. 'Thanks. It's one with a fair modicum of succes and easy to remember so I get to tell it quite often.'
"Sounds a lot like something from a book, I just have one big question though, if you are being haunted by the ghost of your daughter. then why does the ghost require food? it's dead, it has no need for it and the food isn't falling through the ghost and hitting the floor, a ghost hasn't got anywhere to store food and make it disappear. When we return to greenholden, we will seek out a paladin and see if it's a ghost or not as if it is, the paladin will be quite upset and if it isn't then the team will be quite upset that you have lied to us." Borg says, taking another sip from her tankard and finishing her food.
Friedrych actually barks out a laugh of his own at Borg's observation. 'Most people don't know their ghosts from their wraiths or are too wrapped up in the story. You're only the second one to pick up on that actually.' He takes a sip from the red bendy straw. 'And I didn't lie to you. That story is true. Well, most of it true. Some of it is true.' He grins. 'Sixty percent of the time, I tell the truth every time. The best tales always have a grain of truth to them anyway. But that doesn't matter. For a moment there, you believed it was true so that made it the truth for you. That's the real power of words: doesn't matter what you say, as long as they believe what you say.'
He looks straight at Borg. 'For the record: aside from 40 to-' His eyes glance up in thought, '60, 70 maybe, 75 percent perhaps of that story, I have told nothing but the truth so far. Unless you believe that to be false as well.' His eyes twinkle in delight.
"I am sorry for your loss, sir Friedrych. And I'd like to talk more with you on a personal note, but I feel that our focus should be on our current task for now. It will also help me try to see what I can do for you as a devout to Bahamut." Chetin says a small prayer before eating. He eats at a pace, a bit amazed at the client's speed and eloquence feasting upon his food.
OOC: He rolled a 20. In my opinion, we shouldn't have any doubts to the truth if the tale. Be care not to metagame. Now, whether doubts can creep in later ... that's to find out then.
Akaas finally realizes the state of his face: wide open, amazed, and not at all composed. He quickly adjusts his features into a solemn configuration. "Sir," he says with great sympathy, "that is one of the most heart-breaking tales I have ever heard. I am quite literally aching in my chest." The ancient halfling puts a hand over his heart. "I am sorry if our questions are hurtful to you." He nods a quick nod. "I thank you for trusting us. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know." Akaas's eyes stray in "Lulu's" direction as he lowers his gaze back to his food, but he makes no further reaction.'
Thanks.' Friedrych replies softly, genuinely impressed by their offer.'But don't waste your time and effort on little ol' me. 'Cause you see...'
"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?"
'Guess the gig is up. Was fun while it lasted but perhaps it's best to come clear. You know: for future work relations.' He turns his head slightly to the left and talks to his empty shoulder. 'You can come out now, Lulu.'
Two tiny, clawed, red-skinned legs, one swung over the other, materialise into view. They are quickly followed by a stinger attached to a segmented tail that protrudes from an equally red-skinned torso. Two arms follow suit, one hand still holding on to the piece of pork, and topping it off there appears a crimson red head with pointy ears, yellow eyes, a snub nose and a mouth from which a set of canines stick out through a smile.
Friedrych rises to his feet. 'Allow us to formally introduce ourselves.' He says with a bow. 'My name is Friedrych Soothfibber: travelling entertainer, teller of tall tales and occasional con artist when permitted. And this,' He gestures with an open hand at the Imp on his shoulder, 'is Luthollal, or Lulu for short: my familiar, assistent and travelling companion.'
'Hello again.'Luthollal says with an exact same wave of pork as before.
Friedrych turns to Virst. 'And before you ask: no, she is not here to tempt me, or anyone else for that matter, to give in to mortal sins.' He says with a reassuring smile.
'I'm only here to help my master.' Luthollal adds to that, her one foot softly hopping up and down. 'And to snuggle with him when I get cold.'
'That's enough out of you, dear.' Friedrych sighs as he retakes his seat. 'Just finish your meal.' He turns to Mr. Migello. 'We're a package deal so nothing changes about the contract.'
EDIT: thanks for the heads-up on the dice roller, pokepaladdy.
Crispy rolls her eyes. Not only did he not pick up on her sarcasm, he’s a liar and now the ghost was an imp? Uch, it’s almost sad how your gut instincts are so accurate, Cora.
“Gosh, anything else you wanna share with us, or are you gonna half truth through this whole job. Hello, Lulu.”
Mr. Migello looks at Lulu with a keen interest. "An imp, I suppose? Well, the warning is the same to you. You can look at the wares, but don't touch." He says before inhaling another mouthful of food.
The waitress is in the midst of being tipped by a couple of inebriated gents in the corner, giving them a lovely sparkling smile.
"Well, I suppose it is time to refill the chalice." Mr. Migello says, looking to his drink. He gestures for the waitress to head over. "Anyone else in need of a refill?"
(Do we wish to fast-forward a bit to after the meal?)
Crispy rolls her eyes. Not only did he not pick up on her sarcasm, he’s a liar and now the ghost was an imp? Uch, it’s almost sad how your gut instincts are so accurate, Cora.
“Gosh, anything else you wanna share with us, or are you gonna half truth through this whole job. Hello, Lulu.”
'So Miss Daddy Issues can't distinguish between a genuine smile and a fake one. Good to know.'
'Not really.' Friedrych replies. 'We'll get to that when we get to that. And I'll do what I do and I'll do what I must. Some of us are adapt at swinging a weapon around. Some of us are great at toppling goliaths and eating three meals in one go. My skills lie in illusions and getting people to believe what I want them to believe. So if the situation ever calls for that, my talents are yours.'
“That’s good!” Crispy says, smiling. “That’s what I like to hear, youre part of our team now, and i’ve proven my loyalty. So I hope you’re with us, because if not..well, then you’ll find out from me personally what I’M good at. And then my half-orc sex toy next to me will eat what pieces remain of you.”
She laughs like a maniac for a few moments, then looks at you smiling. Slowly, her smile fades and holds her glare on you for a few uncomfortable seconds before looking away.
The waitress heads over to the table. "Is everything alright with your meals?" She asks, holding her tray close to her, giving her an air of naivety.
"Splendid and wonderful, as always." Mr. Migello says. "We're looking for a few replenished tankards around the table it seems."
"Certainly." The waitress says, turning the tray sideways again so she can take empty drinking containers. "What would people like?"
(I suppose people are still wanting to chat around the table. Good to know, let me know when you're ready to move along, I'll keep the NPCs around doing things should people want to interact with them ;-) )
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"I am sorry for your loss, sir Friedrych. And I'd like to talk more with you on a personal note, but I feel that our focus should be on our current task for now. It will also help me try to see what I can do for you as a devout to Bahamut." Chetin says a small prayer before eating. He eats at a pace, a bit amazed at the client's speed and eloquence feasting upon his food.
"Sounds a lot like something from a book, I just have one big question though, if you are being haunted by the ghost of your daughter. then why does the ghost require food? it's dead, it has no need for it and the food isn't falling through the ghost and hitting the floor, a ghost hasn't got anywhere to store food and make it disappear. When we return to greenholden, we will seek out a paladin and see if it's a ghost or not as if it is, the paladin will be quite upset and if it isn't then the team will be quite upset that you have lied to us." Borg says, taking another sip from her tankard and finishing her food.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
OOC: He rolled a 20. In my opinion, we shouldn't have any doubts to the truth if the tale. Be care not to metagame. Now, whether doubts can creep in later ... that's to find out then.
Akaas finally realizes the state of his face: wide open, amazed, and not at all composed. He quickly adjusts his features into a solemn configuration. "Sir," he says with great sympathy, "that is one of the most heart-breaking tales I have ever heard. I am quite literally aching in my chest." The ancient halfling puts a hand over his heart. "I am sorry if our questions are hurtful to you." He nods a quick nod. "I thank you for trusting us. If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know." Akaas's eyes stray in "Lulu's" direction as he lowers his gaze back to his food, but he makes no further reaction.
(I was using logic of how borg thinks ghosts should work. I never said he lied about his story, borg believes his story but still wants a paladin to look it over, cause a ghost following the group around isn't good for the image of the team. Which is not good as it is.)
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
(As mentioned, I prefer it mostly to go through RP. With the check the story sounds plausible, and the he is truely haunted by this person of his past. However, there are still plausible things to what Borg says as well. Play it out naturally as if you were talking to someone normally, as you all have your own thoughts on ghosts, undead, and other things.)
Contrary to what one might expect, Friedrych's frown turns upside down at the sound of that outburst and he gives Crispy a broad smile. 'Thanks. It's one with a fair modicum of succes and easy to remember so I get to tell it quite often.'
Friedrych actually barks out a laugh of his own at Borg's observation. 'Most people don't know their ghosts from their wraiths or are too wrapped up in the story. You're only the second one to pick up on that actually.' He takes a sip from the red bendy straw. 'And I didn't lie to you. That story is true. Well, most of it true. Some of it is true.' He grins. 'Sixty percent of the time, I tell the truth every time. The best tales always have a grain of truth to them anyway. But that doesn't matter. For a moment there, you believed it was true so that made it the truth for you. That's the real power of words: doesn't matter what you say, as long as they believe what you say.'
He looks straight at Borg. 'For the record: aside from 40 to-' His eyes glance up in thought, '60, 70 maybe, 75 percent perhaps of that story, I have told nothing but the truth so far. Unless you believe that to be false as well.' His eyes twinkle in delight.
Thanks.' Friedrych replies softly, genuinely impressed by their offer. 'But don't waste your time and effort on little ol' me. 'Cause you see...'
'Guess the gig is up. Was fun while it lasted but perhaps it's best to come clear. You know: for future work relations.' He turns his head slightly to the left and talks to his empty shoulder. 'You can come out now, Lulu.'
Two tiny, clawed, red-skinned legs, one swung over the other, materialise into view. They are quickly followed by a stinger attached to a segmented tail that protrudes from an equally red-skinned torso. Two arms follow suit, one hand still holding on to the piece of pork, and topping it off there appears a crimson red head with pointy ears, yellow eyes, a snub nose and a mouth from which a set of canines stick out through a smile.
Friedrych rises to his feet. 'Allow us to formally introduce ourselves.' He says with a bow. 'My name is Friedrych Soothfibber: travelling entertainer, teller of tall tales and occasional con artist when permitted. And this,' He gestures with an open hand at the Imp on his shoulder, 'is Luthollal, or Lulu for short: my familiar, assistent and travelling companion.'
'Hello again.' Luthollal says with an exact same wave of pork as before.
Friedrych turns to Virst. 'And before you ask: no, she is not here to tempt me, or anyone else for that matter, to give in to mortal sins.' He says with a reassuring smile.
'I'm only here to help my master.' Luthollal adds to that, her one foot softly hopping up and down. 'And to snuggle with him when I get cold.'
'That's enough out of you, dear.' Friedrych sighs as he retakes his seat. 'Just finish your meal.' He turns to Mr. Migello. 'We're a package deal so nothing changes about the contract.'
EDIT: thanks for the heads-up on the dice roller, pokepaladdy.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
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Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Crispy rolls her eyes. Not only did he not pick up on her sarcasm, he’s a liar and now the ghost was an imp? Uch, it’s almost sad how your gut instincts are so accurate, Cora.
“Gosh, anything else you wanna share with us, or are you gonna half truth through this whole job. Hello, Lulu.”
Akaas is once again speechless. This time, his look of surprise turns to one of concern and ... hurt? He goes back to eating.
"Hey lulu, guess you'll be joing us." Borg says to the little imp.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Mr. Migello looks at Lulu with a keen interest. "An imp, I suppose? Well, the warning is the same to you. You can look at the wares, but don't touch." He says before inhaling another mouthful of food.
”Well, at least my ‘tragedy’ was true, I suppose.” she says, looking for the waitress.
The waitress is in the midst of being tipped by a couple of inebriated gents in the corner, giving them a lovely sparkling smile.
"Well, I suppose it is time to refill the chalice." Mr. Migello says, looking to his drink. He gestures for the waitress to head over. "Anyone else in need of a refill?"
(Do we wish to fast-forward a bit to after the meal?)
'So Miss Daddy Issues can't distinguish between a genuine smile and a fake one. Good to know.'
'Not really.' Friedrych replies. 'We'll get to that when we get to that. And I'll do what I do and I'll do what I must. Some of us are adapt at swinging a weapon around. Some of us are great at toppling goliaths and eating three meals in one go. My skills lie in illusions and getting people to believe what I want them to believe. So if the situation ever calls for that, my talents are yours.'
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
“That’s good!” Crispy says, smiling. “That’s what I like to hear, youre part of our team now, and i’ve proven my loyalty. So I hope you’re with us, because if not..well, then you’ll find out from me personally what I’M good at. And then my half-orc sex toy next to me will eat what pieces remain of you.”
She laughs like a maniac for a few moments, then looks at you smiling. Slowly, her smile fades and holds her glare on you for a few uncomfortable seconds before looking away.
Borg looks and laughs sniffing near Friedrych, and in her half orc accent says. "Ugh man...flesh." before going back to her drink.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Crispy laughs in her direction, and shoots a glance at Fredrych, verifying her promise.
”Hells, where is that waitress..?”
"No clue chick, we will see if she comes back. If not, we'll go and find her."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
“I like that idea.” Crispy says. “Me dumb, you smart and so strong.” she sticks her tongue out at you.
"I'm i supposed to knock you over the head with a club and drag you to bed now?" Borg jokes.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
The waitress heads over to the table. "Is everything alright with your meals?" She asks, holding her tray close to her, giving her an air of naivety.
"Splendid and wonderful, as always." Mr. Migello says. "We're looking for a few replenished tankards around the table it seems."
"Certainly." The waitress says, turning the tray sideways again so she can take empty drinking containers. "What would people like?"
(I suppose people are still wanting to chat around the table. Good to know, let me know when you're ready to move along, I'll keep the NPCs around doing things should people want to interact with them ;-) )