((Bard's are one of the cooler classes tbh. I toyed with the idea of making a rapping bard for the laughs at one point in my home game.))

(yes but the mood was lost by the time you got back :P)

(Had an evil thought that we should go back to the shopkeeper and I suggestion his @$$... Mwuahahahaha!!!)

((You know... depending on his HP and the other dudes I could cast Sleep at 2nd level so I can roll 7d8 to make them fall asleep... then we can just "borrow" the healing supplies or anything we need. For shits and giggles let's see what I roll with 7d8: 38. Depending on the muscle dude's HP, 38 could do it! LOL))

(or we just kill the ***** and take his shit. Rajiira isn't above doing it if the person's a cock) :P)

Yeah, Thrash could use his strength to protect the public from ridiculous price gouging lol... also....

Quote from Raiketsu >>

(yes but the mood was lost by the time you got back :P)

 DAMN IT

(@Raiketsu Agreed! So, so agreed. That shopkeeper needs to be taught a lesson, perhaps not a fatal one, but a lesson nonetheless.)

OTC sits alone in her room, still as a corpse. The room's temperature is freezing, and frost covers the room around her as well as her skin. Her eyes open, and her normally dull grey-white eyes glow a bright bluish-white.

An icy wind picks up, swirling around her. Strange flowing sounds emanate from it, almost as if it were speaking. It coalesces into the rough form of a large furred creature with sharp claws. The creature embraces Only-The-Cold, then flows away into a cold wind, which rushes into OTC's mouth. As soon as it does this, the temperature returns to normal, and all the frost instantly disappears.

OTC stands up, and exhales a deep breath, the breath visible despite the room's temperature, and walks out the door. She seessmells Thrash creating a strange totem and sobbing like a baby and frowns.

"I thought Lizardfolk weren't supposed to feel emotions. Were you dropped on your head as a baby or something? 'cause you're certainly full of them."

(OOC: Oh god, Thrash is going to tear OTC apart. OTC hasn't quite learned the fine art that those who grew up within society call 'not being a dick')

Does she say that loud enough outside the door for him to hear? Thrash is sitting inside the room with his back to the door in an attempt to make sure he knows if someone tries to enter the room.

Ya know what, we will assume he did :D

Thrash will look up from his work, hearing OTC behind him.. checking to make sure Rajiira was still sleeping. Quickly and quietly he will put his tools away and slip out of the room, trying his best not to wake Rajiira as he closed the door behind him. (stealth if Rajiira wants to hear me leave I guess 18). The moment Thrash is in the hallway and the door is shut, he will take a step towards OTC and whisper "What did you say...?" getting close enough that she would be able to feel the heat from his nostrils on her face. A moment later he would take a step back and let out a small laugh, a tiny smile forming on his face... "You arn't wrong you know... about me being different that is... although I don't think I was ever dropped on my head... Punched and kicked in the head yes... but never dropped..." Thrash will reach out and take OTC's hand and guide her down stairs to one of the empty tables in the common area... Once they are both seated he will look OTC in the face, shifting somewhat nervously in his seat. "so... well.. OK. So I am not quite all Lizardfolk..." Thrash will let out a long sigh.... "My mother was... well... is... the chieftess of the Ghost scale Lizardfolk tribe. We got the name from our gray, ashy, charcoal coloring... well... she raised me... if you can call it that..." Thrash's eyes lower, a frown spreading across his face " for the first 16 years of my life... for those 16 years I was treated like shit... nothing I ever did was good enough for her or the tribe... After 16 years, my father returned to the swamp looking for me. He had heard stories of the Obsidian scaled lizardfolk in the area and decided to see for himself. Turns out, my father had been hired by a nearby village to negotiate a peace treaty between the Ghost Scales and the town 16 years prior. He was a tall strong dragonborn with a bloodline that could be followed back to one of the strongest Black Dragons known to man or beast "A smile will return to Thrash's face as he talks about his father.." His scales were like black mirrors, pristine and shiny...  Apparently the peace talks went well because I was born soon after their meeting and our two civilizations... although many of the villagers never forgot what the lizardfolk had done to them... and it is why they ultimately killed my father... "Thrash will look off into the distance for a moment before snapping back to OTC" So anyway... My father traded some goods to my mother and I was allowed to leave the tribe and live with him... He taught me how handle the emotions that had been foreign to me... and he is the reason I am the way I am... And I miss him...

(She's saying it to him, so yes, I'd presume so.)

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Rajiira faded into a deep deep slumber as Thrash left the room. Her body needed the rest, and she would apologize to Tisnip later for passing out after making such a rude request for water only to fall asleep!

Rajiira's dreams were wild, but not evil. She dreamed of her home, but everything was a blur.  She saw everything as one who needed glasses sorely would see. She knew they were her family only by thier voices. She shifted only a little restlessly, much like a pet dog or cat does when they truly sleep, she did, however, seem to shiver uncontrollably, no matter how tightly she clutched the blanket in her sleep, or how tightly bound around her it was. This was most likely the side effects of blood loss making it hard for her body to maintain warmth, as much as a system shock from the overall damage. She would be fine by the morning but for now, her body needed to heal.

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((I WAS goign to do a HUGE background story post, but then realized if it's in a dream, there's no point as you couldn't canonically know it, so I'll do it at a later time~))

((Now i am excited to hear this backstory post. It was a busy night for thrash... hung out with Rajiira, tried to trick OTC, made a totem, talked about back story to otc... eventually will return to the room and try to sleep before morning once his conversation with OTC is over. You could hear Thrash come back to the room if you wanted and you could talk to him about your dream... just saying..... ))

You all experience strange, frightening dreams during the night. Odd mixes of scenes from the strange house combined with people and places you knew from your past. Scenes keep repeating, over and over.  The Lorgoth devouring a loved one, your childhood home filled with smoke and slashing blades, the specter stealing your soul.  But each time, the outcome gets slightly better, you learn from previous mistakes and grow stronger each time.  When you wake the next morning the memories of the dreams fade, just a feeling of of having overcome a great hardship remains. 

You half expect to wake in your own bed, gone from this strange land, when you open your eyes you see the same wooden walls of the inn and tavern where you went to sleep.  It's time to wake and make a plan. What should you all do now, you don't know where you are or how to get home. 

Tisnip will wake and lie there for a moment, contemplating those strange dreams and the lessons discovered in them. The sight of the walls will make her sigh but it wasn’t unexpected so she’ll heave herself up and say her morning prayers before washing up and donning her armor. For all the hardship they faced yesterday she feels stronger for it and a little more prepared. 

The first place she’ll stop is Rajiira’s room to check on her. She’ll knock on the door and announce herself, then wait for permission to enter. 

Rajiira would wake to the sound of knocking, he eye rapidly opening as she looks around. her original dream had been so good, until it had turned back into a flashback of the night before, at a time where they were still suffering from the ghouls of the house. She would let out a sigh, rubbing her remaining good eye, and eventually the bad one, as it still possessed it's other functions. She managed to sit up on the bed, a little stiffly, but otherwise OK.

She would see Thrash sleeping wherever he was though he would likely wake soon. Rajiira's face was cast in a way that almost looked sad, but could easily be told it was just grogginess. There was a chill in the morning air as she got up, opening the door for Tisnip, welcoming her in. Rajiira had ended up sleeping in her armor... she realized, and that left her realizing she was even more sore. 

Rajiira greet's you this morning, a little more hearty and slightly less hale. Sorry about falling asleep lastnight. Rajiira supposes my body had reached it's limit. This one thanks you though. Rajiira is also heading downstairs to see what they have for breakfast, assuming this place serves it. Mind gathering the rest for Rajiira? She feels she needs to speak.

With that, Rajiira would pat Tisnips shoulder much like a fellow soldier, before moving past her. Letting her tail trail on Thrash's jawline as she ghosted down the stairs to talk to the owner, whom she assumed would be awake before even his guests.

Taking a seat wherever was available, if he was, she would ask for whatever meal they could provide for 2 gold or less, so long as it was hot.

Regardless of whether he was there or able to serve some food, Rajiira would wait for the rest to come down before speaking. Once most of the group had assembled, she would say.

To the best of our knowledge, we are in a strange land.. a foreign land. Before we leave.. Rajiira thinks we should get information. Find out where we are. Where in Faerun we are specifically, or atleast where we are near.. perhaps we're not even in Toril at all.. Rajiira is.. not originally from this plane of existence so she would not doubt it. Once we know where we are.. we should ask about where we can go. I realize everything This one is saying is obvious, but not everyone will think of such things at a time like this. Once we know where we can go.. we should go there when we come to a majority vote.

Rajiira would put her head in her hands, cradling her face as she continued talking, more out of her lingering grogginess than anythign else before asking those who'd went to the shop Were you able to ascertain anything? how is the shop? how are.. thier prices? and what did thye have available to purchase? we should stock up while we can. Oh and forgive me, does anyone else have any ideas?

When thrash would join, Rajiira's lip would, for only a moment, curl into a soft smile, before fading back into neutrality. her emotions were always visible, but always being hidden. Playfully, she teases him And did you not think Rajiira would feel you groping her chest last-night as she slept?

Thrash would have collapsed against the door after his late night conversation with OTC and rolled out of the way as the door opened for Tisnip in the morning. As Rajiira's tail brushes across his face, he would leap up "IM UP, IM UP" and look around frantically before jumping to his feet and following Rajiira downstairs.

Tisnip will chuckle a bit as Thrash runs past her and as she follows them back out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. She’ll go and knock on each door her companions disappeared into, calling their names and promising a hot breakfast on her if they come downstairs promptly. 

When she heads downstairs she’ll join the other two and ask for enough meals for the lot of them. Hopefully she won’t have to slip in the kitchen and do it herself because she will! She worked up a hell of an appetite yesterday and they all need their energy for today. 

The tavern is mostly empty as you come down, the few patrons and the bartender are gone. You do see the man who showed you to your rooms the night before sitting at a table drinking coffee. He takes your breakfast orders and returns a short time later with bowls of oatmeal, some fresh fruit and hot coffee. He asks Rajiira how she's feeling this morning and offers his assistance if you need anything further, then goes back to his table.

Thrash will hand him 2 gold for the room while rubbing his side. It very stiff and tender, sleeping heaped against the door didn't do him any favors either. 

OTC oozes downstairs, much akin to a slug, and dumps her face in her food.