Orrin felt the room spinning and chose to lean into it and enjoy himself. “Any chance we can get some vittles? It was a long journey and I’m just getting my land legs back,” he tried to say. Except it came out as “Anch weekab vittl jerk and eggs.”
Aspen sighs. “Ya big doofus, I can’t keep helpin ya up like this…” Aspen attempts to haul Orrin up onto his shoulder, but inevitably can’t get the strength needed to haul him over and falls trying to drag Orrin to a seat. “ACH, ORRIN I SWAER T’THE GODS, YOU BETTER SHAPE UP OR I’M GONNA MAKE YA FEEL A LOT WORSE” He curses while struggling to get up.
Tine let the final note linger, the fiddle’s hum melting into the crackle of the fire. She laughed softly as cheers filled the tavern, her cheeks flushed from the heat and the joy of playing. Mae’s praise brought a bright smile. “You’re too kind, Mae,” Tine said with an easy grin, dipping her head. “Though I’d say it’s your crowd that deserves the credit, spirits this lively make it easy to play.” She caught the tossed coins and tucked them away with a cheerful jingle. “If you’ve need of more music tonight, just say the word. I’ll not turn down a warm hearth and good company.”
Setting her fiddle in her lap, she took a seat and sipped her drink, eyes drifting toward Aspen, who was already chatting up the man with the book. “Books!”she said with a delighted laugh. “If that fellow’s got a leather-bound, I’ll trade him a tune for a page, especially if it’s full of adventure. And Aspen, I’ll even write down the chords this time.” She tapped the fiddle’s polished cheek with a wink. Her gaze shifted to Crumb, still whittling happily as the storm howled outside, and she smiled. Then Orrin began to sway, and Tine was on her feet in an instant, moving to steady him with practiced ease. “Easy now, big heart,” she murmured, guiding him into a chair. “No one’s asking you to wrestle the sea again tonight.” She balanced his mug within reach and flashed a conspiratorial look at Aspen. “Best help him now before he decides the floor’s more reliable than his legs.”
At the mention of the mariners’ grim warning, her expression softened. “Storms that sing back aren’t usually a good omen,” she said quietly, meeting Mae’s eye. “If these men know more, their next round’s on me.” She gave the sailors a respectful nod, inviting them closer. “Come on then,” she added, settling back into her seat, voice calm but curious. “Tell us what you’ve seen. If the gods are watching, they’ll want to hear the tale too. I’ll even turn your tale into a song.”
Crumb finishes his little carving, a miniature version of the sign hanging outside the door, Having tried to match the foaming waves exactly. He holds it up a bit to inspect it, With a grin he tucks it into his pack. “Another place I’d like not to forget”, He thinks to himself looking at the merry mood of everyone in the tavern.
He Heads to the bar with his hammer and places the top of the head flat on the ground with the handle sticking straight up, balancing one foot on the end of the handle while holding onto the bar top to give himself enough height to see over the bar calls to Mae “miss Mae, do you have a couple rooms available for the night? Or know of a place that would close by?”
“Halvek. Brothers. I’m sorry,” Orrin says. He looks at his hands and weeps. “I didn’t want… I didn’t mean… blood. On my hands.” He grabs Aspen’s shoulders and looks in their eyes. “I have to atone. Don’t you understand. My soul is steeped in their blood. Can’t you see it on my hands?”
(OOC: Orrin, as you fall to the floor, caught by Aspen, you begin to feel woozy -- butterflies amass in your stomach, and you gain the sensation that the floor beneath you is rocking, as if you were still on the ship. You gain the Poisoned condition for 1 hour.)
Tine, Aspen, and Crumb: as Tine promises another round for these motley seafarers, you lean in, waiting to hear more of what they have to say. One of the mariners coughs, then leans in -- "Th' walls have ears here, friends. Best to trust no one than to trust someone." He stares into each of your eyes, one yellow, rat-like pupil darting around, while the other, sea-blue, stays firm in its socket. "Long, long ago, we had these storms - or some alike it. We prayed to the gods, but they would not relent. And then a great and terr'ble beast came from the seas. Near swallowed the town. But a hero came - an elf - I don't remember his name, though. He defeated the monster, and the storms stopped. But they've come again." He turns away, perhaps reminiscing on some long-ago time. "Now, even I don't know if what I'm saying is true. May just be a bad season. But know this, ye. Beware the seas and the high tide."
Mae turns to Leif at his question. "Ah? The old town hall, is what ye're asking?" She shakes her head. "'Tis a sad, sad tale for those of this town. And I've sworn not to tell it."With that, she walks away, serving up more ale and food to the patrons of the tavern.
After Mae blows off Leif, she heads over to Crumb, hearing his request for rooms. It takes her a minute or so -- the tavern's getting more and more cramped as people pour in from outside, but that means the spirit's only getting merrier. The storm intensifies outside, wind and rain slamming against the walls, trying to get inside. "Aye, rooms we have," she says, pointing towards a staircase in the back. "Three gold a night, although ye might want to pay up quickly - I think they'll be popular come nighttime."
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(OOC, I may have forgotten something. Eve is deaf, so they can't hear anything)
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC, I may have forgotten something. Eve is deaf, so they can't hear anything)
(OOC: Do they get by on lip-reading or CSL?)
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(OOC, I may have forgotten something. Eve is deaf, so they can't hear anything)
(OOC: Do they get by on lip-reading or CSL?)
(OOC: eve speaks CSL, but does anybody else?)
(OOC: nobody change that yet)
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC, I may have forgotten something. Eve is deaf, so they can't hear anything)
[OOC: Ooh! Orrin has sign language. I figured it was good for soldierly communication on the battle field. But he can talk to Eve!]
(OOC: YAY)
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC, I may have forgotten something. Eve is deaf, so they can't hear anything)
[OOC: Ooh! Orrin has sign language. I figured it was good for soldierly communication on the battle field. But he can talk to Eve!]
(OOC: YAY)
( OOC: Crumb also has sign language. It’s how the gnomes in the camp would communicate when they couldn't make any noise. )
(OOC: anybody haev elvish too? )
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
“ Much obliged” as crumb places 6 gold on the bar top. “How bout keep Orrin off the floor tonight, I got us a couple rooms” He chuckles as he heads toward Aspen to help keep Orrin upright.
"I doon tweed falsar tart," Orrin says unintelligibly. He proves his point by using his halberd to stand. "See! Tale sgood. Mmm hlike summer moor."
Eve signs the following message, while helping the party drag you to the rooms: "Dude, im deaf and that sounded drunk."
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC: Who among the party's going to their rooms?)
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(OOC: Who among the party's going to their rooms?)
(OOC: Aspen, Eve, Orrin )
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Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
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(OOC: Orrin that con check roll…)
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OOC: Orrin rolled a 1+3 lol.
Orrin felt the room spinning and chose to lean into it and enjoy himself. “Any chance we can get some vittles? It was a long journey and I’m just getting my land legs back,” he tried to say. Except it came out as “Anch weekab vittl jerk and eggs.”
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Aspen sighs. “Ya big doofus, I can’t keep helpin ya up like this…” Aspen attempts to haul Orrin up onto his shoulder, but inevitably can’t get the strength needed to haul him over and falls trying to drag Orrin to a seat. “ACH, ORRIN I SWAER T’THE GODS, YOU BETTER SHAPE UP OR I’M GONNA MAKE YA FEEL A LOT WORSE” He curses while struggling to get up.
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"Hi, Mae, I'm from Beghen village, maybe you have heard about the flood"
Zofsaadi takes a look at tumbling he hears and goes to help.
"Oh, Orrin, with how often you end under the table you could learn when to stop. And Aspen, let this guy kiss a floor next time."
Tine let the final note linger, the fiddle’s hum melting into the crackle of the fire. She laughed softly as cheers filled the tavern, her cheeks flushed from the heat and the joy of playing. Mae’s praise brought a bright smile. “You’re too kind, Mae,” Tine said with an easy grin, dipping her head. “Though I’d say it’s your crowd that deserves the credit, spirits this lively make it easy to play.” She caught the tossed coins and tucked them away with a cheerful jingle. “If you’ve need of more music tonight, just say the word. I’ll not turn down a warm hearth and good company.”
Setting her fiddle in her lap, she took a seat and sipped her drink, eyes drifting toward Aspen, who was already chatting up the man with the book. “Books!” she said with a delighted laugh. “If that fellow’s got a leather-bound, I’ll trade him a tune for a page, especially if it’s full of adventure. And Aspen, I’ll even write down the chords this time.” She tapped the fiddle’s polished cheek with a wink. Her gaze shifted to Crumb, still whittling happily as the storm howled outside, and she smiled. Then Orrin began to sway, and Tine was on her feet in an instant, moving to steady him with practiced ease. “Easy now, big heart,” she murmured, guiding him into a chair. “No one’s asking you to wrestle the sea again tonight.” She balanced his mug within reach and flashed a conspiratorial look at Aspen. “Best help him now before he decides the floor’s more reliable than his legs.”
At the mention of the mariners’ grim warning, her expression softened. “Storms that sing back aren’t usually a good omen,” she said quietly, meeting Mae’s eye. “If these men know more, their next round’s on me.” She gave the sailors a respectful nod, inviting them closer. “Come on then,” she added, settling back into her seat, voice calm but curious. “Tell us what you’ve seen. If the gods are watching, they’ll want to hear the tale too. I’ll even turn your tale into a song.”
Crumb finishes his little carving, a miniature version of the sign hanging outside the door, Having tried to match the foaming waves exactly. He holds it up a bit to inspect it, With a grin he tucks it into his pack. “Another place I’d like not to forget”, He thinks to himself looking at the merry mood of everyone in the tavern.
He Heads to the bar with his hammer and places the top of the head flat on the ground with the handle sticking straight up, balancing one foot on the end of the handle while holding onto the bar top to give himself enough height to see over the bar calls to Mae “miss Mae, do you have a couple rooms available for the night? Or know of a place that would close by?”
“Halvek. Brothers. I’m sorry,” Orrin says. He looks at his hands and weeps. “I didn’t want… I didn’t mean… blood. On my hands.” He grabs Aspen’s shoulders and looks in their eyes. “I have to atone. Don’t you understand. My soul is steeped in their blood. Can’t you see it on my hands?”
Middle Grade Author
(OOC: Orrin, as you fall to the floor, caught by Aspen, you begin to feel woozy -- butterflies amass in your stomach, and you gain the sensation that the floor beneath you is rocking, as if you were still on the ship. You gain the Poisoned condition for 1 hour.)
Tine, Aspen, and Crumb: as Tine promises another round for these motley seafarers, you lean in, waiting to hear more of what they have to say. One of the mariners coughs, then leans in -- "Th' walls have ears here, friends. Best to trust no one than to trust someone." He stares into each of your eyes, one yellow, rat-like pupil darting around, while the other, sea-blue, stays firm in its socket. "Long, long ago, we had these storms - or some alike it. We prayed to the gods, but they would not relent. And then a great and terr'ble beast came from the seas. Near swallowed the town. But a hero came - an elf - I don't remember his name, though. He defeated the monster, and the storms stopped. But they've come again." He turns away, perhaps reminiscing on some long-ago time. "Now, even I don't know if what I'm saying is true. May just be a bad season. But know this, ye. Beware the seas and the high tide."
Mae turns to Leif at his question. "Ah? The old town hall, is what ye're asking?" She shakes her head. "'Tis a sad, sad tale for those of this town. And I've sworn not to tell it." With that, she walks away, serving up more ale and food to the patrons of the tavern.
After Mae blows off Leif, she heads over to Crumb, hearing his request for rooms. It takes her a minute or so -- the tavern's getting more and more cramped as people pour in from outside, but that means the spirit's only getting merrier. The storm intensifies outside, wind and rain slamming against the walls, trying to get inside. "Aye, rooms we have," she says, pointing towards a staircase in the back. "Three gold a night, although ye might want to pay up quickly - I think they'll be popular come nighttime."
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DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew, (more coming soon)
Player: Hikari (1st Human Monk) - Messengers of the Wrong Gods
You're amazing whoever you are, and you're the best you that you can be. Have a good day!
(OOC, I may have forgotten something. Eve is deaf, so they can't hear anything)
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC: Do they get by on lip-reading or CSL?)
Religious frisbee player, writer, goofball, and nerd. Some may say professional for the latter two.
Extended sig here. Send me a PM if you want to chat.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew, (more coming soon)
Player: Hikari (1st Human Monk) - Messengers of the Wrong Gods
You're amazing whoever you are, and you're the best you that you can be. Have a good day!
[OOC: Ooh! Orrin has sign language. I figured it was good for soldierly communication on the battle field. But he can talk to Eve!]
Middle Grade Author
(OOC: eve speaks CSL, but does anybody else?)
(OOC: nobody change that yet)
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC: YAY)
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
( OOC: Crumb also has sign language. It’s how the gnomes in the camp would communicate when they couldn't make any noise. )
(OOC: anybody haev elvish too? )
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
“ Much obliged” as crumb places 6 gold on the bar top. “How bout keep Orrin off the floor tonight, I got us a couple rooms” He chuckles as he heads toward Aspen to help keep Orrin upright.
"I doon tweed falsar tart," Orrin says unintelligibly. He proves his point by using his halberd to stand. "See! Tale sgood. Mmm hlike summer moor."
Middle Grade Author
Eve signs the following message, while helping the party drag you to the rooms: "Dude, im deaf and that sounded drunk."
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
(OOC: Who among the party's going to their rooms?)
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Extended sig here. Send me a PM if you want to chat.
DM: Liquid Swords - A Historical Wuxia Campaign, In the Depths - A Fantasy Homebrew, (more coming soon)
Player: Hikari (1st Human Monk) - Messengers of the Wrong Gods
You're amazing whoever you are, and you're the best you that you can be. Have a good day!
(OOC: Aspen, Eve, Orrin )
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]