Elizar focuses on the sound and as she makes out a figure coming towards them, she quickly grabs her weapons, putting them all in place and making her climb down the tree- jumping the last good part.
"Sars, go wake the others' she says quietly to Sariya, and points in the other direction, knowing that her friend now knew what she meant.
She cracks her neck from side to side and draws her sword. 'Well, good bloody morning', the cold greeting a warning as she makes her way to meet the intruder.
Sariya knew from the tone in her voice that it was something serious. If this was an attack wouldnt they be more stealthy or perhaps they dont even know we are here. Either way best to be prepared for anything she thought to herself as she gets up on her feet squinting trying to make out the approaching figue. "Stay with her" she whispers to Cinnique before turning and making a dash towards the others. "What ever this may be, I really hope we dont have to fight, I haven't even had my morning berries yet" she muttered gumperly to herself.
Through the fog Citrine casually walks forward....naked and scratching his arse, cold water running done his chest and dripping off his body. His long hair, now untied, floats and moves behind him as if suspended in water.
He walks straight at Elizar, face serious and eyes locked onto hers.. When close enough he flicks her blade with the back of his nail, making the harden steel softly ring in the morning, he leans in face close to hers-"Someones excited" he grins, unable to contain his amusement. He softly pushess past her, and takes a few more steps to the base of the tree where he shamelessly bends over to collect a bundle of clothes stuffed and hidden between roots and foliage.
"You better not have pissed on these" he says seriously to the fox.
He slowly begins to dress out in the open while humming to himself..he slips on a white clean shirt which covers a scared back. The tattoos on the side of his shaved head continued down the back of his neck to his back. The scars were almost like obstacles to the tattoos, which told a crude, rough story of a man fighting for something greater, a destiny that he was always chasing, until one day when he would return to the mercilessness sea to lay in her cruel embrace til the end of days..
Elizar glares back at Citrine, he certainly rubbed her the wrong way and to be honest, she would have rather faced a fight with a 2 headed dog then seen his sarcastic bare ass in the morning.
She sighed to herself, be calm Elizar, be calm. The sooner she could get this job over with, the sooner she could be done with this group.
She went in search for Sariya to share her berries and fruit for breakfast, without the Tiefling to warm her heart, she would certainly have hurt someone by now.
Everyone goes about their individual morning routines and rituals, eventually packing up camp and continuing on your way to your destination.
The morning fog fades and makes way for the bright sunlight, leaving behind the scent of fresh morning dew that lingers for the first few hours of travel. The day goes by uneventfully with everyone assuming the same positions as the day before and eventually reaching your journey's end.
If anyone wishes to do anything before reaching the town - please let me know and we will find a way to do it.
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
Gundren had told you where to deliver the Wagon of goods. Does anyone remember?
Everyone gains 100xp upon arriving at Phandalin
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by except for two armed men dressed in grimy scarlet cloaks who currently seem to have nothing important to do other than sneer in the direction of your party.
"Now now, what av we here then" the first one calls as you all make your way past "a travellin whore house by the looks of it ay Dave" His friend chimes in almost immediately "ay yea a whore house Jeb thats what i was finkin a travellin whore house is what they is" Jeb snickers while eyeing the party "Hows bout the one wiv the horns then? you've got a taste for the exotic ay Dave" he finishes, slapping his friend on the back and pointing at Sariya as they both continue with their raucous laughter.
Elizar glares at the man who had just pointed to Sariya and clenches her teeth. She wanted to get in as little delays as possible and get this job done with so she could ditch this strange group she had ended up with.....however, one more remark about whores, and he was going to wish he had shut his filthy mouth.
'Ok listen up. Gundren told us to deliver this cart to a trading post known by the name of Barthen’s Provisions. Lets find it without any problems'. She looks at them one by one in turn.
As she turns around she grabs Sariya by the arm to her side, 'Stay close Sars' she says gently....She sighs as she once again prays that Gundren is safe. 'Lets go'.
Sariya couldnt help but get excited as they enter the small town, a huge smile across her face as she takes it all in. She doesnt even seem to notice the two men making remarks about her. Eyes still darting from one place to another, the stone hanging around her neck glowing faintly. She looks at Elizar, smiling warmly at her as they link arms.
OOC- Using cantrip druid craft to make a faint odor of skunk on the two men :D
Citrine sits up in the back of the cart, where he was laying among its contents enjoying the sun.
In one smooth, unbroken motion he stands up, steps off the back of the cart while its still moving and walks with purpose over to the men as soon as his feet touch the ground. A few meters before reaching them he hesitates, horrified at the smell coming from them...he continues.
Standing uncomfortably close to them, he smiles menacingly at them and holds there gaze for a few more uncomfortable seconds before speaking. "I have a few exotic girls in my traveling whore house, who have claimed the lives of many men with there...."talents"- I would be more than happy to arrange a discounted violent tumble with them if you would be so kind to point me in the direction of trading post known as Barthens Provisions?"
Dave gulps loudly while Jeb takes a step back and looks past you at the rest of the party, seemingly only now noticing the weapons they carry. He returns his gaze to you, places his hand on the hilt of the sword on his belt and eyes you up and down before speaking "Barthen's Provisions ay?" he indicates the wagon "what business have you with old Elmar, Stranger?"
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Elizar fumes at all this useless talk. her patience really was her Achilles tendon.
She gets close to Jeb not really noticing the smell over the focus used to control her anger. 'My 'talent' includes cutting ur goddamn tongue out. Cut the shite, where is the place we seek?'
Jeb smirks at Elizar and opens his mouth to voice some snide remark but quickly changes his mind upon seeing the glint in Cit'rine's eyes. "2 gold and ill take you there myself"
"That wont be necessary." Citrime pause and smiles at Jeb, his eyes wide.
"Why dont you just do as a favour hm? point me in the right direction and tell me everything you know of the old man Elmar and ill make sure"- points at Elizar without looking at her "she only breaks half your bones and still leaves you with..whatever you have down there" Citrine grins and chuckles to lighten his words, then slabs Jeb on the arm and cast charm person.
He shakes his head looking wildly from you to Elizar to Dave and back to you. "son of a ***** trying to ****in cast some weird shit on me" he pulls free his short sword and points it at you. Dave follows suit a moment later pointing his blade at Elizar although less confidently "Your guna wish you never stepped foot in this town Freak!" spits Jeb. "y..yeah... guna wish you didnt" echoes Dave shakily
Elizar bites her tongue, as she quickly looks around. There was many town folk around and it would not be wise to cause a scene here. With all the will power she could master, she smiles at Jeb....'Common now, we just be playing with you'....she touches his arm and although she was not intentionally using her beauty, she knew she could bring a man to his knees in more than one way....'I will tell you what, you take me to Elmar, and I will give you your 2 gold coins to your liking' she winks at him and gives Citrine a cold quick look....
OOC- She is furious inside as she very very rarely would take this sort of action. Her eyes are shimmering purple and Citrine should know by now that she is shit pissed. Also, she has no intention of giving him anything, once she is at their location, he is getting his ass kicked.
Estelle lost interest in the conversation quickly, she searched and...that one. She advances while ruffling her hair in front of her right eye. Approaching the stranger she smiles, “good day to you! I’m sorry to bother you but could you please point me to where the Barthen’s Provisons is located?” Finishing her sentence she smiles, putting on her most...innocent face
Estelle – The man you stop to ask is an older Halfling fellow with little hair and a bushy moustache. He has his head bowed over a small wheelbarrow full of smelly fertiliser. As you ask your question he looks up at you, opens his mouth to speak and then hesitantly looks at the situation with the ruffians and back at you unsure.
Another younger looking halfling carrying a heavy wooden bucket full of water in each hand steps up next to the older Halfling and sighs before speaking “Don’t mind my Pa, its them damn Redbrands that have us all on edge” he says inclining his head towards the two in the scarlet cloaks standing off against Cit’rine and Elizar. “Elmar’s place is just a stone’s throw away down the road” he looks at his father who nods to him and continues on his way.
The younger Halfling places the buckets down to the side out of the way and turns back to you smacking his hands together to clean them “Right then ill take you and your crew there as soon as they are done with… whatever is happening over there” he says indicating the confrontation. “ahh shit here we go.. you may want to see to that before someone gets hurt”
You turn to see things seem to have escalated quite quickly.
Elizar - Jeb is bewildered for a moment at your nerve. His eyes take you in from head to toe quickly before returning to your face. The edges of his cracked lips curve into a smile. Before you have a chance to react he grabs the hand you are touching his arm with and pulls you forward almost launching you off of your feet and places the sword roughly against your throat. He moves his offhand grip from your arm to your hair, pulling you uncomfortably close, the cold steel of his blade the only distance between your face and his. Dave steps to the side and points his blade at Cit’rine.
Elizar you feel the booze smelling breath warm and wet upon your face as Jeb sneers at you. “what was it you said earlier? Cut off my tongue was it Dave?” he chuckles menacingly with Dave echoing “Well here’s your chance pretty lady” he sticks out his drooling tongue and leans in to lick the side of your face.
Sorry Elizar, I feel like this is harsh but It would have been really hard for you to persuade this guy at this point.
Let me explain –This guy is not a nice guy + you obviously mean nothing to him + You threatened him + he is currently pissed off that Cit’tine tried to cast a spell on him + he is aggressively threatening to hurt you both and finally you are bad at persuasion...
You may be beautiful but the heavy armor you wear does not compliment a womens curves, atleast not for seductive purposes and your low Charisma makes these things awkward for you – I imagine that he can see the fury you are trying to hide and that you are not genuine. If anything your beauty would get you into trouble as it attracts nasty people who assume you are just another weak pretty girl.
Don’t get me wrong it still could have been successful but you would probably have needed a natural 20 on your roll or get someone who is actually good at Persuasion to try for a better chance at success. Get to know each other’s skills so you can best utilise them.
Elizar focuses on the sound and as she makes out a figure coming towards them, she quickly grabs her weapons, putting them all in place and making her climb down the tree- jumping the last good part.
"Sars, go wake the others' she says quietly to Sariya, and points in the other direction, knowing that her friend now knew what she meant.
She cracks her neck from side to side and draws her sword. 'Well, good bloody morning', the cold greeting a warning as she makes her way to meet the intruder.
Cosima
Sariya knew from the tone in her voice that it was something serious. If this was an attack wouldnt they be more stealthy or perhaps they dont even know we are here. Either way best to be prepared for anything she thought to herself as she gets up on her feet squinting trying to make out the approaching figue. "Stay with her" she whispers to Cinnique before turning and making a dash towards the others. "What ever this may be, I really hope we dont have to fight, I haven't even had my morning berries yet" she muttered gumperly to herself.
Through the fog Citrine casually walks forward....naked and scratching his arse, cold water running done his chest and dripping off his body. His long hair, now untied, floats and moves behind him as if suspended in water.
He walks straight at Elizar, face serious and eyes locked onto hers.. When close enough he flicks her blade with the back of his nail, making the harden steel softly ring in the morning, he leans in face close to hers-"Someones excited" he grins, unable to contain his amusement. He softly pushess past her, and takes a few more steps to the base of the tree where he shamelessly bends over to collect a bundle of clothes stuffed and hidden between roots and foliage.
"You better not have pissed on these" he says seriously to the fox.
He slowly begins to dress out in the open while humming to himself..he slips on a white clean shirt which covers a scared back. The tattoos on the side of his shaved head continued down the back of his neck to his back. The scars were almost like obstacles to the tattoos, which told a crude, rough story of a man fighting for something greater, a destiny that he was always chasing, until one day when he would return to the mercilessness sea to lay in her cruel embrace til the end of days..
"Do you have any food?"
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Elizar glares back at Citrine, he certainly rubbed her the wrong way and to be honest, she would have rather faced a fight with a 2 headed dog then seen his sarcastic bare ass in the morning.
She sighed to herself, be calm Elizar, be calm. The sooner she could get this job over with, the sooner she could be done with this group.
She went in search for Sariya to share her berries and fruit for breakfast, without the Tiefling to warm her heart, she would certainly have hurt someone by now.
Cosima
Everyone goes about their individual morning routines and rituals, eventually packing up camp and continuing on your way to your destination.
The morning fog fades and makes way for the bright sunlight, leaving behind the scent of fresh morning dew that lingers for the first few hours of travel. The day goes by uneventfully with everyone assuming the same positions as the day before and eventually reaching your journey's end.
If anyone wishes to do anything before reaching the town - please let me know and we will find a way to do it.
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The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briars — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
Gundren had told you where to deliver the Wagon of goods. Does anyone remember?
Everyone gains 100xp upon arriving at Phandalin
As you approach, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by except for two armed men dressed in grimy scarlet cloaks who currently seem to have nothing important to do other than sneer in the direction of your party.
"Now now, what av we here then" the first one calls as you all make your way past "a travellin whore house by the looks of it ay Dave" His friend chimes in almost immediately "ay yea a whore house Jeb thats what i was finkin a travellin whore house is what they is" Jeb snickers while eyeing the party "Hows bout the one wiv the horns then? you've got a taste for the exotic ay Dave" he finishes, slapping his friend on the back and pointing at Sariya as they both continue with their raucous laughter.
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Elizar glares at the man who had just pointed to Sariya and clenches her teeth. She wanted to get in as little delays as possible and get this job done with so she could ditch this strange group she had ended up with.....however, one more remark about whores, and he was going to wish he had shut his filthy mouth.
'Ok listen up. Gundren told us to deliver this cart to a trading post known by the name of Barthen’s Provisions. Lets find it without any problems'. She looks at them one by one in turn.
As she turns around she grabs Sariya by the arm to her side, 'Stay close Sars' she says gently....She sighs as she once again prays that Gundren is safe. 'Lets go'.
Cosima
Sariya couldnt help but get excited as they enter the small town, a huge smile across her face as she takes it all in. She doesnt even seem to notice the two men making remarks about her. Eyes still darting from one place to another, the stone hanging around her neck glowing faintly. She looks at Elizar, smiling warmly at her as they link arms.
OOC- Using cantrip druid craft to make a faint odor of skunk on the two men :D
Citrine sits up in the back of the cart, where he was laying among its contents enjoying the sun.
In one smooth, unbroken motion he stands up, steps off the back of the cart while its still moving and walks with purpose over to the men as soon as his feet touch the ground. A few meters before reaching them he hesitates, horrified at the smell coming from them...he continues.
Standing uncomfortably close to them, he smiles menacingly at them and holds there gaze for a few more uncomfortable seconds before speaking. "I have a few exotic girls in my traveling whore house, who have claimed the lives of many men with there...."talents"- I would be more than happy to arrange a discounted violent tumble with them if you would be so kind to point me in the direction of trading post known as Barthens Provisions?"
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Dave gulps loudly while Jeb takes a step back and looks past you at the rest of the party, seemingly only now noticing the weapons they carry. He returns his gaze to you, places his hand on the hilt of the sword on his belt and eyes you up and down before speaking "Barthen's Provisions ay?" he indicates the wagon "what business have you with old Elmar, Stranger?"
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CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Elizar fumes at all this useless talk. her patience really was her Achilles tendon.
She gets close to Jeb not really noticing the smell over the focus used to control her anger. 'My 'talent' includes cutting ur goddamn tongue out. Cut the shite, where is the place we seek?'
Cosima
Elizar- 8
Citrine- 24
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Jeb smirks at Elizar and opens his mouth to voice some snide remark but quickly changes his mind upon seeing the glint in Cit'rine's eyes. "2 gold and ill take you there myself"
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"That wont be necessary." Citrime pause and smiles at Jeb, his eyes wide.
"Why dont you just do as a favour hm? point me in the right direction and tell me everything you know of the old man Elmar and ill make sure"- points at Elizar without looking at her "she only breaks half your bones and still leaves you with..whatever you have down there" Citrine grins and chuckles to lighten his words, then slabs Jeb on the arm and cast charm person.
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Jeb sneers at you a moment before his eyes widen and his face relaxes as he listens to your every word.
Wisdom Saving Throw - 9
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He shakes his head looking wildly from you to Elizar to Dave and back to you. "son of a ***** trying to ****in cast some weird shit on me" he pulls free his short sword and points it at you. Dave follows suit a moment later pointing his blade at Elizar although less confidently "Your guna wish you never stepped foot in this town Freak!" spits Jeb. "y..yeah... guna wish you didnt" echoes Dave shakily
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Elizar bites her tongue, as she quickly looks around. There was many town folk around and it would not be wise to cause a scene here. With all the will power she could master, she smiles at Jeb....'Common now, we just be playing with you'....she touches his arm and although she was not intentionally using her beauty, she knew she could bring a man to his knees in more than one way....'I will tell you what, you take me to Elmar, and I will give you your 2 gold coins to your liking' she winks at him and gives Citrine a cold quick look....
OOC- She is furious inside as she very very rarely would take this sort of action. Her eyes are shimmering purple and Citrine should know by now that she is shit pissed. Also, she has no intention of giving him anything, once she is at their location, he is getting his ass kicked.
Persuation 14
Persuation 13
Cosima
Estelle lost interest in the conversation quickly, she searched and...that one. She advances while ruffling her hair in front of her right eye. Approaching the stranger she smiles, “good day to you! I’m sorry to bother you but could you please point me to where the Barthen’s Provisons is located?” Finishing her sentence she smiles, putting on her most...innocent face
mera- haunted one
Estelle – The man you stop to ask is an older Halfling fellow with little hair and a bushy moustache. He has his head bowed over a small wheelbarrow full of smelly fertiliser. As you ask your question he looks up at you, opens his mouth to speak and then hesitantly looks at the situation with the ruffians and back at you unsure.
Another younger looking halfling carrying a heavy wooden bucket full of water in each hand steps up next to the older Halfling and sighs before speaking “Don’t mind my Pa, its them damn Redbrands that have us all on edge” he says inclining his head towards the two in the scarlet cloaks standing off against Cit’rine and Elizar. “Elmar’s place is just a stone’s throw away down the road” he looks at his father who nods to him and continues on his way.
The younger Halfling places the buckets down to the side out of the way and turns back to you smacking his hands together to clean them “Right then ill take you and your crew there as soon as they are done with… whatever is happening over there” he says indicating the confrontation. “ahh shit here we go.. you may want to see to that before someone gets hurt”
You turn to see things seem to have escalated quite quickly.
Elizar - Jeb is bewildered for a moment at your nerve. His eyes take you in from head to toe quickly before returning to your face. The edges of his cracked lips curve into a smile. Before you have a chance to react he grabs the hand you are touching his arm with and pulls you forward almost launching you off of your feet and places the sword roughly against your throat. He moves his offhand grip from your arm to your hair, pulling you uncomfortably close, the cold steel of his blade the only distance between your face and his. Dave steps to the side and points his blade at Cit’rine.
Elizar you feel the booze smelling breath warm and wet upon your face as Jeb sneers at you. “what was it you said earlier? Cut off my tongue was it Dave?” he chuckles menacingly with Dave echoing “Well here’s your chance pretty lady” he sticks out his drooling tongue and leans in to lick the side of your face.
Sorry Elizar, I feel like this is harsh but It would have been really hard for you to persuade this guy at this point.
Let me explain –This guy is not a nice guy + you obviously mean nothing to him + You threatened him + he is currently pissed off that Cit’tine tried to cast a spell on him + he is aggressively threatening to hurt you both and finally you are bad at persuasion...
You may be beautiful but the heavy armor you wear does not compliment a womens curves, atleast not for seductive purposes and your low Charisma makes these things awkward for you – I imagine that he can see the fury you are trying to hide and that you are not genuine. If anything your beauty would get you into trouble as it attracts nasty people who assume you are just another weak pretty girl.
Don’t get me wrong it still could have been successful but you would probably have needed a natural 20 on your roll or get someone who is actually good at Persuasion to try for a better chance at success. Get to know each other’s skills so you can best utilise them.
Great attempt! Sorry it didn’t work out
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