Drip sits up and scoots over, making room for Anachain with a laid-back smile, as if he’s completely unaware of any tension between them. “Don’t know any halflings, dude,” he says, his tone casual. “But how about this—we knock back a few more drinks, something stronger than tea, yeah? Then tomorrow, we get up early, maybe wake up around 10 or 11, just in time to catch some righteous waves when the tide rolls in. After that, a good lunch, quick siesta, and we’ll be ready to ask around for your halfling dude. Sound chill?”
Togar’s head turns around on a swivel, interjecting “Unacceptable. I was hoping to have all of this solved by then. Wrapped up in a neat little package. Dude. You need to be a little more studious. Perhaps a little less of that wacky weed that you featherless folk like to puff on.” Togar’s topknot rises up and then he seems to look at it and it comes down. He clicks his beak in agreement with himself.
Togar's plug seems to help stop the bleeding for now and Hank starts stirring at the table. His eyes go wide as he sees what has happened to his friend and that the offenders are just hanging out at the other table. He turns to complain to Sully, but sees he is asleep on the floor.
Turning to Luca, "Will yous help us outta here?" he asks, trying not to get the attention of the others, especially Kulloda. Luca nods and with one arm under Amos and Hank puts the other over him, they walk the unconscious man out of the bar (unless someone stops them). Luca is gone for a moment and then returns, attempting to wipe some of the blood off of his clothes.
Seeing the group settle a bit, he stops by "You all good or do you need anything?" Turning to Fable, "You sure know some interesting people." She shrugs, takes a drink from her glass and winks at the bartender.
"Whoa, whoa, ease up on the judgment there, bird-dude," Drip says, raising a hand lazily. "If you’re on a tight schedule, that’s one thing, but I don’t control the tides, man. We gotta hit the beach right… around...” He trails off, suddenly looking about the room with a puzzled expression. “Wait a minute... You dudes surf, right? Where are your sticks? Can’t shred the waves without your boards, dudes!” he says gesturing at the tall, oblong ‘shield’ standing in the corner painted with a mural of a cresting wave.
"You are a funny, confused, moist little man," Anachain notes to Drip. "Surf? Sticks? Shred? I know these words but not how you use them. Are you ok? Have you taken a hit to the head recently?"
Mother Anachain considers checking them for such a head wound but she knows little of medicine and thinks perhaps they are merely delusional anyway. Glancing out the window it seems to her that the sky is beginning to lighten and perhaps it will not be long before they can start inquiring at local stores about the missing soapmonger...
"Does this establishment serve food?" she inquires to the air, assuming someone who knows will hear and answer. "Perhaps we could get a bite to pass the time until our search renews..."
"Be right back." Luca announces as Mother Anachain asks for food. He comes back in a moment with a pot and several bowls. He places the pot in the middle of the table along with the stack of bowls and a loaf of bread. "Sully is known for his stew, probably what keeps this place going as he drinks all his profits!" Luca chuckles at this a bit, but then backs up, letting those who want to serve themselves to go ahead. He heads over to the dwarves old table and starts cleaning things up. Sully still snores from the floor.
Anachain stands up and takes the bowls in hand. One by one she dips the bowls into the pot and fills then with stew before passing the bowl to one of her companions, pausing in between each serving to also break them off a piece of bread. Kulloda's bowl is filled to the brim and a hefty chunk of bread broken off and placed besides his bowl, Togar is given far less stew but a similar helping of bread. After everyone has been served, Mother Anachain pauses before serving Drip but eventually gives him his portions since she cannot bear to let any child go hungry, she herself is left with little more than a taste of bread or stew but she contents herself with it just fine. She never did need much.
"So... Did you see the performance?" she asks Drip for lack of any other small talk leaping to mind.
Togar says, “Hold a minute. Gotta test something. Something I read about.” He takes a bowl of the soup and blows on it, until it is just the right temperature. He walks over to the dwarf snoring on the ground, carefully lifts his hand up, and places it in the bowl with the warm soup. “The suspense is killing me! Does it work?” He turns around to Kulloda, saying “Read about it in a book. Here’s your revenge. Coming up in 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 …”. “Huh? Beach? Hit the beach? I’m guessing that’s a saying, not an actual physical assault on the beach, mind you.” Togar turns his head around swiftly and rolls his eyes up. Then he looks down and watches for the desired effect….
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Drip's eyes widen, genuinely shocked. "Wait, wait, wait—you dudes don’t surf? So why’d you even agree to go looking for this pearl thing? I mean, it’s a whole lotta effort for a bunch of landies, no offence dudes." He scratches his damp head, clearly baffled, then shrugs.
Turning to Mother Anachain he adds, “Thanks for the grub, dude, but that show earlier was a total wipeout. Seen better stories written in the sand, y'know?" He takes a bite of bread, munching as if nothing more important could possibly be on his mind.
Before Hank and Amos leave and the former dwarf is still snoozing due to Togar's spell, the owlin sticks the dwarf's hand in his warm stew. As he watches, the desired effect does indeed happen and Hank's trousers have a dark spot in the front.
Fable snickers at Kulloda's confusion and takes a seat at the table, grabbing the bowl that Mother Anachain filled for her. Dunking the bread in it and taking a bite, she listens to Drip's response to the theater. "Better stories written in the sand? Can't say I've ever seen stories written in the sand. But then again, the beach here in Eldershore isn't anything to write home about."
She takes a bite of the stew, using her bread to scoop it up, "Man, this is pretty good. Luca, you've been holding out on me! I didn't know Sully made this!" She fake pouts at her friend, but then turns back to the table, "So, I'm obviously from here, what about the rest of you? I've seen our Mother Anachain around obviously, but I don't think you're from here? Or am I mistaken? And what about the rest of you?"
"That is NOT how one gets leeks," Anachain says to Togar with an exasperated sigh and a roll of her eyes. She takes no other actions to correct the behavior, however.
"Do not call me dude," she says reflexively to Drip when he starts talking to her.
"No, I do not know about stories written in the sand. I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere," she explains. "But you know where the pearl is?"
Mother Anachain uses a piece of bread to push what little stew she took for herself around her bowl as she thinks of what Fable asked. "I am not from here originally, no," she says thoughtfully and her mind wanders a bit into the past.
"I am from Taligbar. It is small. Very small. Everyone knows everyone's name small," she explains. "Or it at least seemed so. It was a nothing town... but it was our. And it was beautiful... and tranquil... and calm... Until the savages came." As she says this last bit her head turns towards Kulloda and her eyes, largely hidden by her mask, leak tears and burn with a furious anger. She is silent for an uncomfortably long moment before she concludes. "I came here to Eldershore after. There was nothing left in Taligbar. Of Taligbar."
Her face returns to the stew she is not eating and it is apparent she wishes to say no more.
((And yeah, unsure how she eats or drinks while always wearing a mask but that's one of them there little totally unrealistic details I'm just overlooking. lol))
Kulloda plows through all of his stew and bread and looks around for more, so he misses Mother Anachain looking at him when she mentions savages.
He does catch on that others are talking about where they're from though.
"Kulloda never hear of Taligbar," Kulloda says. "Kulloda not know where from. East maybe. When small, pushed into fighting pit, given dagger and make fight rabid dog. Good fighter. Kill. Fight. Get bought. Get sold. Eventually temple buy Kulloda. Temple of Xarathar. Still fight and kill but no audiences anymore."
He looks to the bar. Maybe there's more food there.
"Kulloda maybe have parents. Not know." Kulloda says matter of factly as he gets up and goes in search of more food.
Drip pulls out his moon sickle, holding it up with a wild grin, brandishing it in Anachain's direction with exaggerated menace. After a few agonizing moments he burst out laughing, “Gotcha dude! You shoulda seen your face... oh wait..." He laughs, clearly amused with himself.
Then, without missing a beat, he swings the sickle around in a wide arc, the blade glinting in the light. “Anywho… let's see where this shiny thing’s at.” He starts waving the sickle around like a dowsing rod, mumbling a few vague words under his breath. With a casual flick, he casts Locate Object, concentrating on the Pearl of Aeloria, hoping to catch a vibe or some direction from the magic.
“Oh yeah, I know the spot,” Drip lies, “nice little cove about a mile up the coast dude. Let’s pack up, bring a lunch maybe some of that righteous stew, the pearl should be right there waiting dudes.”
Physiologic response of hand in warm liquid confirmed, Togar sits down and brings out his notebook, making a note to himself, clicking his beak, pleased with the confirmation of what he thought was a wives tale. Then his head turns up and he starts to take part in the conversation. He hears of Taligbar and takes notes about his companions, then closes his notebook.
He tilts his head and looks at Drip, saying “Really? That simple? Are you sure of it? I saw an image from that elf of the young girl with soap, whittling away on it. I thought that would be our first task. If you can determine the end so quickly… quite efficient. Most unexpected.”
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Luca shakes his head as Kulloda reaches the bar, "Sorry man, that was the last of it. Glad you enjoyed it."
As the group finishes up the meal and the morning has arrived, you all leave Sully on the floor to sleep off the night's drink and head out of the tavern. It is a bright, sunny morning and people are slowly stirring, opening up shops around the square. As you look, amongst a few boarded up shops, you see there is a Shore's Shop, Butter's Bakery, Whistling Wheat Farm Supplies, Temple of Aeloria, the Blue Frog and a bit down the main road you can see the large sign of Hannah's Light hanging above a door.
Fable turns to Drip, "I agree with Togar, I don't think this pearl would have just marooned on the beach. Let's see if we can find this halfling girl."
Drip shrugs, leaning on his sickle like it’s a walking stick. “Whatever, dude. Go ahead and find your halfling or whatever.” He sighs, looking like he’s already checked out. “But I’m telling you dude, waves are calling and halflings don’t surf. This is a waste of time.”
He glances back toward the door, clearly contemplating making a break for it, then adds, “But hey, if that’s your vibe, guess I’m along for the ride… for now.”
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Kulloda nods agreement with Mother Anachain.
"Yes, Kulloda likes baths very much," Kulloda says.
Drip sits up and scoots over, making room for Anachain with a laid-back smile, as if he’s completely unaware of any tension between them. “Don’t know any halflings, dude,” he says, his tone casual. “But how about this—we knock back a few more drinks, something stronger than tea, yeah? Then tomorrow, we get up early, maybe wake up around 10 or 11, just in time to catch some righteous waves when the tide rolls in. After that, a good lunch, quick siesta, and we’ll be ready to ask around for your halfling dude. Sound chill?”
Togar’s head turns around on a swivel, interjecting “Unacceptable. I was hoping to have all of this solved by then. Wrapped up in a neat little package. Dude. You need to be a little more studious. Perhaps a little less of that wacky weed that you featherless folk like to puff on.” Togar’s topknot rises up and then he seems to look at it and it comes down. He clicks his beak in agreement with himself.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Togar's plug seems to help stop the bleeding for now and Hank starts stirring at the table. His eyes go wide as he sees what has happened to his friend and that the offenders are just hanging out at the other table. He turns to complain to Sully, but sees he is asleep on the floor.
Turning to Luca, "Will yous help us outta here?" he asks, trying not to get the attention of the others, especially Kulloda. Luca nods and with one arm under Amos and Hank puts the other over him, they walk the unconscious man out of the bar (unless someone stops them). Luca is gone for a moment and then returns, attempting to wipe some of the blood off of his clothes.
Seeing the group settle a bit, he stops by "You all good or do you need anything?" Turning to Fable, "You sure know some interesting people." She shrugs, takes a drink from her glass and winks at the bartender.
"Whoa, whoa, ease up on the judgment there, bird-dude," Drip says, raising a hand lazily. "If you’re on a tight schedule, that’s one thing, but I don’t control the tides, man. We gotta hit the beach right… around...” He trails off, suddenly looking about the room with a puzzled expression. “Wait a minute... You dudes surf, right? Where are your sticks? Can’t shred the waves without your boards, dudes!” he says gesturing at the tall, oblong ‘shield’ standing in the corner painted with a mural of a cresting wave.
"You are a funny, confused, moist little man," Anachain notes to Drip. "Surf? Sticks? Shred? I know these words but not how you use them. Are you ok? Have you taken a hit to the head recently?"
Mother Anachain considers checking them for such a head wound but she knows little of medicine and thinks perhaps they are merely delusional anyway. Glancing out the window it seems to her that the sky is beginning to lighten and perhaps it will not be long before they can start inquiring at local stores about the missing soapmonger...
"Does this establishment serve food?" she inquires to the air, assuming someone who knows will hear and answer. "Perhaps we could get a bite to pass the time until our search renews..."
"Be right back." Luca announces as Mother Anachain asks for food. He comes back in a moment with a pot and several bowls. He places the pot in the middle of the table along with the stack of bowls and a loaf of bread. "Sully is known for his stew, probably what keeps this place going as he drinks all his profits!" Luca chuckles at this a bit, but then backs up, letting those who want to serve themselves to go ahead. He heads over to the dwarves old table and starts cleaning things up. Sully still snores from the floor.
Anachain stands up and takes the bowls in hand. One by one she dips the bowls into the pot and fills then with stew before passing the bowl to one of her companions, pausing in between each serving to also break them off a piece of bread. Kulloda's bowl is filled to the brim and a hefty chunk of bread broken off and placed besides his bowl, Togar is given far less stew but a similar helping of bread. After everyone has been served, Mother Anachain pauses before serving Drip but eventually gives him his portions since she cannot bear to let any child go hungry, she herself is left with little more than a taste of bread or stew but she contents herself with it just fine. She never did need much.
"So... Did you see the performance?" she asks Drip for lack of any other small talk leaping to mind.
Kulloda sniffs the stew once then smiles and digs in, listening to whatever Drip has to say.
He indicates Drip to Togar. “ Why think little man angry at beach? Very hard to fight beach. But keep saying wants to hit the beach.”
Togar says, “Hold a minute. Gotta test something. Something I read about.” He takes a bowl of the soup and blows on it, until it is just the right temperature. He walks over to the dwarf snoring on the ground, carefully lifts his hand up, and places it in the bowl with the warm soup. “The suspense is killing me! Does it work?” He turns around to Kulloda, saying “Read about it in a book. Here’s your revenge. Coming up in 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 …”. “Huh? Beach? Hit the beach? I’m guessing that’s a saying, not an actual physical assault on the beach, mind you.” Togar turns his head around swiftly and rolls his eyes up. Then he looks down and watches for the desired effect….
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Drip's eyes widen, genuinely shocked. "Wait, wait, wait—you dudes don’t surf? So why’d you even agree to go looking for this pearl thing? I mean, it’s a whole lotta effort for a bunch of landies, no offence dudes." He scratches his damp head, clearly baffled, then shrugs.
Turning to Mother Anachain he adds, “Thanks for the grub, dude, but that show earlier was a total wipeout. Seen better stories written in the sand, y'know?" He takes a bite of bread, munching as if nothing more important could possibly be on his mind.
Before Hank and Amos leave and the former dwarf is still snoozing due to Togar's spell, the owlin sticks the dwarf's hand in his warm stew. As he watches, the desired effect does indeed happen and Hank's trousers have a dark spot in the front.
Fable snickers at Kulloda's confusion and takes a seat at the table, grabbing the bowl that Mother Anachain filled for her. Dunking the bread in it and taking a bite, she listens to Drip's response to the theater. "Better stories written in the sand? Can't say I've ever seen stories written in the sand. But then again, the beach here in Eldershore isn't anything to write home about."
She takes a bite of the stew, using her bread to scoop it up, "Man, this is pretty good. Luca, you've been holding out on me! I didn't know Sully made this!" She fake pouts at her friend, but then turns back to the table, "So, I'm obviously from here, what about the rest of you? I've seen our Mother Anachain around obviously, but I don't think you're from here? Or am I mistaken? And what about the rest of you?"
"That is NOT how one gets leeks," Anachain says to Togar with an exasperated sigh and a roll of her eyes. She takes no other actions to correct the behavior, however.
"Do not call me dude," she says reflexively to Drip when he starts talking to her.
"No, I do not know about stories written in the sand. I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere," she explains. "But you know where the pearl is?"
Mother Anachain uses a piece of bread to push what little stew she took for herself around her bowl as she thinks of what Fable asked. "I am not from here originally, no," she says thoughtfully and her mind wanders a bit into the past.
"I am from Taligbar. It is small. Very small. Everyone knows everyone's name small," she explains. "Or it at least seemed so. It was a nothing town... but it was our. And it was beautiful... and tranquil... and calm... Until the savages came." As she says this last bit her head turns towards Kulloda and her eyes, largely hidden by her mask, leak tears and burn with a furious anger. She is silent for an uncomfortably long moment before she concludes. "I came here to Eldershore after. There was nothing left in Taligbar. Of Taligbar."
Her face returns to the stew she is not eating and it is apparent she wishes to say no more.
((And yeah, unsure how she eats or drinks while always wearing a mask but that's one of them there little totally unrealistic details I'm just overlooking. lol))
Kulloda plows through all of his stew and bread and looks around for more, so he misses Mother Anachain looking at him when she mentions savages.
He does catch on that others are talking about where they're from though.
"Kulloda never hear of Taligbar," Kulloda says. "Kulloda not know where from. East maybe. When small, pushed into fighting pit, given dagger and make fight rabid dog. Good fighter. Kill. Fight. Get bought. Get sold. Eventually temple buy Kulloda. Temple of Xarathar. Still fight and kill but no audiences anymore."
He looks to the bar. Maybe there's more food there.
"Kulloda maybe have parents. Not know." Kulloda says matter of factly as he gets up and goes in search of more food.
Drip pulls out his moon sickle, holding it up with a wild grin, brandishing it in Anachain's direction with exaggerated menace. After a few agonizing moments he burst out laughing, “Gotcha dude! You shoulda seen your face... oh wait..." He laughs, clearly amused with himself.
Then, without missing a beat, he swings the sickle around in a wide arc, the blade glinting in the light. “Anywho… let's see where this shiny thing’s at.” He starts waving the sickle around like a dowsing rod, mumbling a few vague words under his breath. With a casual flick, he casts Locate Object, concentrating on the Pearl of Aeloria, hoping to catch a vibe or some direction from the magic.
“Oh yeah, I know the spot,” Drip lies, “nice little cove about a mile up the coast dude. Let’s pack up, bring a lunch maybe some of that righteous stew, the pearl should be right there waiting dudes.”
Physiologic response of hand in warm liquid confirmed, Togar sits down and brings out his notebook, making a note to himself, clicking his beak, pleased with the confirmation of what he thought was a wives tale. Then his head turns up and he starts to take part in the conversation. He hears of Taligbar and takes notes about his companions, then closes his notebook.
He tilts his head and looks at Drip, saying “Really? That simple? Are you sure of it? I saw an image from that elf of the young girl with soap, whittling away on it. I thought that would be our first task. If you can determine the end so quickly… quite efficient. Most unexpected.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Luca shakes his head as Kulloda reaches the bar, "Sorry man, that was the last of it. Glad you enjoyed it."
As the group finishes up the meal and the morning has arrived, you all leave Sully on the floor to sleep off the night's drink and head out of the tavern. It is a bright, sunny morning and people are slowly stirring, opening up shops around the square. As you look, amongst a few boarded up shops, you see there is a Shore's Shop, Butter's Bakery, Whistling Wheat Farm Supplies, Temple of Aeloria, the Blue Frog and a bit down the main road you can see the large sign of Hannah's Light hanging above a door.
Fable turns to Drip, "I agree with Togar, I don't think this pearl would have just marooned on the beach. Let's see if we can find this halfling girl."
Drip shrugs, leaning on his sickle like it’s a walking stick. “Whatever, dude. Go ahead and find your halfling or whatever.” He sighs, looking like he’s already checked out. “But I’m telling you dude, waves are calling and halflings don’t surf. This is a waste of time.”
He glances back toward the door, clearly contemplating making a break for it, then adds, “But hey, if that’s your vibe, guess I’m along for the ride… for now.”