"Oh, well, sure, let's see Sharn's gotta be the biggest city in the country. the Hilt is a huge port for boats and ships coming in and out of Dagger River and the sea. The city is basically five clusters of towers and three levels. People have been pouring in from everywhere in greater numbers but usually only stay a week or two. You just missed the Eight Winds Race. It's a big deal. An really other than my budget and margins, I don't know about it or I quickly loose interest
Grim leaves the washroom, still annoyed at the situation Bix put him in. “No thanks, I have to get straight to the university, if I don’t make it on time Bix is gonna impulsively do something dumb again. Thanks for the help.” He walks out the tavern, avoiding any distractions. As he walks down the street, he attempts to cast Locate Object on Edmar, hoping to bring the group together, he then makes his way towards her direction.
"Oh, well, sure, let's see Sharn's gotta be the biggest city in the country. the Hilt is a huge port for boats and ships coming in and out of Dagger River and the sea. The city is basically five clusters of towers and three levels. People have been pouring in from everywhere in greater numbers but usually only stay a week or two. You just missed the Eight Winds Race. It's a big deal. An really other than my budget and margins, I don't know about it or I quickly loose interest"
Gemini, now dubbed Francis, stands upright at this news. "Interesting. So this really is the place to be?"They tap their chin in deep thought. "Okay so I'll tell you what-"
They lean onto the counter real close, nearly touching face to face, with their teeth (though, human) bared. "Don't ever stay in one place for too long. If it doesn't serve you, move. Don't wait for... opportunities to come crawling to you. Hunt and find them for yourself. Budgets and them margins (bleh). It may suit you in the short run, but might not ultimately in the long. Look at the bigger picture. Follow your dreams because you never know when you might not." After that their speech is done, but they don't lean back. They still press nearly against the show vendor's face. "Tag."
They grab onto the vendor's shoulder and cast Enhance Ability on him to give him Bull's Strength. "I wanna tussle,"they say, letting go and then cracking their neck. "It's been such a long time."They stretch. "Give me all you got." They begin to assume a wrestler pose. Their fingers crack as they flex them. They don't care if a crowd forms around them. This is fun!
Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone familiar to her. You weren’t too familiar with all of Bix’s friends, but better the Devil you know, especially in a place foreign to her. She dropped down her share of pay for the drinks and stood up. “Thanks all of you for the good time! I gotta catch up with someone, so let’s do this another time”.”
she stepped towards the door out pausing for a moment. She turned around, walking backwards too it as she called back to the group. “What’re your names anyway! For the future!”
"Whoa, whoa, Francis, I'm no fighter!", the merchant says raising their hands and attempting to step back.
An armed and armored person steps forward.
"Is there a problem here?"
Francis ('yes, Francis. I like this name') stands there, hands opening and closing as they glower at the scene. Their tongue goes over their teeth again. They feel it sharpen. A deep-throated laugh stays buried in their chest. They bite their own tongue before resuming to a more upright position and hands more limply. "No. Just wanted some fun is all." No reason to get killed over a small brawl, especially not to be outed in something stupid like this.
"Sorry... buddy?"They realize they don't know the vendor's name. "It's been a while since I've been out." It's true. They feel a bit of hyperaware now that they are being watched. Their hands get somewhat clammy.
"Thanks for the shoe." They look up at the armored guard to see if they'll let them through.
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DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
With things resolved so easily, the guard nods. "Good. I think it's best if you were on your way." They comment to you.
Francis nods. They wave goodbye to the vendor ('what a perfectly polite thing to do! after all he still owes me. I gave him that strength spell'). They hope at least he puts it to some good use. 'I dunno like carry a whole wheelbarrow or something who knows.'
The mimic changeling trudges up towards The Cathedral of the Cleansing Flame. They walk up the steps to see if they can open the doors. Francis knocks.
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DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
The tavern wench giggles and brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't personally live here in the tavern. I have a small room in Lower Dura. There are some temporary stay rooms available, though. I'll get you a charcuterie board, it'll be a couple silver. We're well known here at The Drunken Dragon for our wide verity of alcohol. That's probably why the Clifftop adventures are so frequent. We're also the closest tavern to their guild." She giggles again.
She gestures toward the partially occupied tables near the front of the tavern.
That's when you see the sea elf that was one of Bix group. What were they called? Something like Helga, maybe?
Yesphira clicks her tongue, "Wouldn't it be easier if you lived right here where all the fun abounds?"
She smiles and nods before heading over to the occupied table. "May I join you? Was it Helga? I'm sorry, I have a terrible headache and having trouble remembering."
Belgama and Yesphira - You see another one of Bix companions (Grim) march out of a door near the bar and past you heading for the door.
Yesphira calls out as Grim heads past, "Ah excuse me! Might you be Grim? I remember your face, but I'm sorry I can't recall exactly where I came across it." She motions to one of the chairs, "Please, join us for a moment before we all head out."
(( OOC: A few META points... Grim knows Edmar is a Vampire. No one else knows for certain what the others are in true form. However, both Yesphira and Grim can read surface thoughts at will from most NPCs. PCs require a WIS Saving throw DC 14. PC doesn't know you're trying to read them. If PC succeeds you do not read their surface thoughts, on a failure, you do. ))
“Come on right ahead then!” She happily replied to Dallan pulling him along. As she was about to go she saw Yeshira approach and stopped, curious what she had to so. ‘another one of Bix’s friends, guess they recognized me,” she thought to herself.
”Helga?” She grimaced a little hearing that. Sure she didn’t remember the not half-elf’s name either, but it didn’t make her any happier that hers wasn’t known. “It’s Belgama. And feel free, uh….you.”
Once Grim passes by she lazily joins in with Yesphira in waving him over.
He stops hearing their voices. “Ah, you’re part of Bix’s group? I’m Grim.” He turns around. “I was just about to look for the vampire, a fourth member. Or should we look for Bix instead?”
"Oh, well, sure, let's see Sharn's gotta be the biggest city in the country. the Hilt is a huge port for boats and ships coming in and out of Dagger River and the sea. The city is basically five clusters of towers and three levels. People have been pouring in from everywhere in greater numbers but usually only stay a week or two. You just missed the Eight Winds Race. It's a big deal. An really other than my budget and margins, I don't know about it or I quickly loose interest
"I'd be happy to act as your tour guide.", the dwarf says.
Grim leaves the washroom, still annoyed at the situation Bix put him in. “No thanks, I have to get straight to the university, if I don’t make it on time Bix is gonna impulsively do something dumb again. Thanks for the help.” He walks out the tavern, avoiding any distractions. As he walks down the street, he attempts to cast Locate Object on Edmar, hoping to bring the group together, he then makes his way towards her direction.
Gemini, now dubbed Francis, stands upright at this news. "Interesting. So this really is the place to be?" They tap their chin in deep thought. "Okay so I'll tell you what-"
They lean onto the counter real close, nearly touching face to face, with their teeth (though, human) bared. "Don't ever stay in one place for too long. If it doesn't serve you, move. Don't wait for... opportunities to come crawling to you. Hunt and find them for yourself. Budgets and them margins (bleh). It may suit you in the short run, but might not ultimately in the long. Look at the bigger picture. Follow your dreams because you never know when you might not." After that their speech is done, but they don't lean back. They still press nearly against the show vendor's face. "Tag."
They grab onto the vendor's shoulder and cast Enhance Ability on him to give him Bull's Strength. "I wanna tussle," they say, letting go and then cracking their neck. "It's been such a long time." They stretch. "Give me all you got." They begin to assume a wrestler pose. Their fingers crack as they flex them. They don't care if a crowd forms around them. This is fun!
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Belgama and Yesphira - You see another one of Bix companions (Grim) march out of a door near the bar and past you heading for the door.
Belgama and Yesphira - You see another one of Bix companions (Grim) march out of a door near the bar and past you heading for the door.
"Whoa, whoa, Francis, I'm no fighter!", the merchant says raising their hands and attempting to step back.
An armed and armored person steps forward.
"Is there a problem here?"
Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone familiar to her. You weren’t too familiar with all of Bix’s friends, but better the Devil you know, especially in a place foreign to her. She dropped down her share of pay for the drinks and stood up. “Thanks all of you for the good time! I gotta catch up with someone, so let’s do this another time”.”
she stepped towards the door out pausing for a moment. She turned around, walking backwards too it as she called back to the group. “What’re your names anyway! For the future!”
Francis ('yes, Francis. I like this name') stands there, hands opening and closing as they glower at the scene. Their tongue goes over their teeth again. They feel it sharpen. A deep-throated laugh stays buried in their chest. They bite their own tongue before resuming to a more upright position and hands more limply. "No. Just wanted some fun is all." No reason to get killed over a small brawl, especially not to be outed in something stupid like this.
"Sorry... buddy?" They realize they don't know the vendor's name. "It's been a while since I've been out." It's true. They feel a bit of hyperaware now that they are being watched. Their hands get somewhat clammy.
"Thanks for the shoe." They look up at the armored guard to see if they'll let them through.
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
With things resolved so easily, the guard nods. "Good. I think it's best if you were on your way." They comment to you.
Francis nods. They wave goodbye to the vendor ('what a perfectly polite thing to do! after all he still owes me. I gave him that strength spell'). They hope at least he puts it to some good use. 'I dunno like carry a whole wheelbarrow or something who knows.'
The mimic changeling trudges up towards The Cathedral of the Cleansing Flame. They walk up the steps to see if they can open the doors. Francis knocks.
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Edit: read the text wrong lol
As Belgama stands,
"Jerry", says the human, "take care."
"Eth'lan", says the half-elf, "find us at the adventures guide up the street."
"Dallan", says the dwarf, "I'll come with you if you'd like. I know the city wards pretty well."
The other seems to have fallen asleep.
Francis:
The door to The Cathedral of the Cleansing Flame opens easily despite its huge heavy appearance.
The inside is decorated with pillars, alcoves, statues, and wooden and stone enlays depicting valiant mortals overcoming various lycanthropes.
There is silver inlays everywhere.
A young faced woman in bright robes greets you with a warm smile.
May I help you?
Yesphira clicks her tongue, "Wouldn't it be easier if you lived right here where all the fun abounds?"
She smiles and nods before heading over to the occupied table. "May I join you? Was it Helga? I'm sorry, I have a terrible headache and having trouble remembering."
Yesphira calls out as Grim heads past, "Ah excuse me! Might you be Grim? I remember your face, but I'm sorry I can't recall exactly where I came across it." She motions to one of the chairs, "Please, join us for a moment before we all head out."
(( OOC: A few META points... Grim knows Edmar is a Vampire. No one else knows for certain what the others are in true form. However, both Yesphira and Grim can read surface thoughts at will from most NPCs. PCs require a WIS Saving throw DC 14. PC doesn't know you're trying to read them. If PC succeeds you do not read their surface thoughts, on a failure, you do. ))
“Come on right ahead then!” She happily replied to Dallan pulling him along. As she was about to go she saw Yeshira approach and stopped, curious what she had to so. ‘another one of Bix’s friends, guess they recognized me,” she thought to herself.
”Helga?” She grimaced a little hearing that. Sure she didn’t remember the not half-elf’s name either, but it didn’t make her any happier that hers wasn’t known. “It’s Belgama. And feel free, uh….you.”
Once Grim passes by she lazily joins in with Yesphira in waving him over.
He stops hearing their voices. “Ah, you’re part of Bix’s group? I’m Grim.” He turns around. “I was just about to look for the vampire, a fourth member. Or should we look for Bix instead?”
Eth'lan looks taken aback by Grim's comment, "By Crya, what did your acquaintance do to gain such a moniker?"