Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Tobias is surprised that kyvir seems to know the bouncers name, not knowing it was a ruse. As they walk into the main area Tobias scans the room looking for anyone recognizable or anyone overly suspicious. He looks clocks the exits and the dangerous looking people. As the waiter comes over he says to the waiter and Kyvir.
"I could eat."
As the waiter walks them to the table he would listen in on passing conversations, listening for any information that could be useful to his mission.
Kyvir sits down across from Tobias, his eyes scanning around the area for anyone who seems to be lingering on our persons for too long.
Perception: 14 + Guidance: 3
(I'll also give guidance to Tobias.)
I don't have a signature.
"Here you are, sirs," the man replies, gesturing with a bow as he unfolds a large, blood-red tablecloth in one swift, fluid motion. "Anything to start you off with? Some dish you've been remembering? We make this town's best food..." His voice trails off all of a sudden, and you two are about to ask why ------ but a burst of noise interrupts you. A blast of music ----- bass, viol, and pianoforte, their strings straining to make noise. And then, they begin to sing. Tall, with a sharp cheek and long, straight raven hair, she's obviously meant to distract the patrons, but she has an excellent singing voice.
Realizing that, while people are distracted, this is the perfect moment to observe. Tobias and Ky look around, cautiously sipping their drinks while they try to look utterly drawn in to the show. And someone surveils you two as well ----- something Kyvir notices quickly. A short, stout gentleman observes you, leaning against the far wall. You can't see his eyes beneath his tinted glasses, but...you can feel his gaze upon you. Strange.
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
extended sig
The gnome with the tinted glasses is mumbling something to someone. The gnome has a slightly weather beaten face and has no hat. Wearing slightly dusty traveling clothes in the typical muted colors worn by many travelers. If anyone is paying any attention to the gnome, they might see the typical adventure/traveler backpack just behind the gnome, but probably missing what is next to him.
But if one is really paying attention with their ears, they may hear the words, "...am done retrieving stolen horses!"
Tobias brings his drink to his mouth covering it so no one can read his lips as he speaks low to Kyvir,
“We play it cool. Men who stare are either curious or cautious. If he wants something, he’ll come. If he runs…”
He lets his eyes drift lazily across the room, not lingering.
“...we follow.”
He looks back at Kyvir,
"Thoughts?"
Momo now that his rant is over, decides to look around. Having done more B.S than drinking, Momo decides to nurse the rest of his drink.
Perception 12 in game log.
Sip................touch to the lips...and set down......Sip................
Momo's eyes languidly drift across the room as he sips, looking for anything to sate his eyes other than the spectral image of the stolen horse. And he's not disappointed ---- although most people are observing the show, he spots two outliers from that category ---- one of whom flicks his gaze towards Momo himself before looking away, whispering to his companion.
He finds it strange, but isn't entirely sure what it meant ---- although it's entirely possible that the man is observing them, it could also be just a glance in passing.
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
extended sig
Kravik continues to eat quietly, listening to the farmer and Aydlott.
(OOC: Just wanted to be sure you know I'm still here)
(OOC: Understood. I haven't seen a post from @ConstancePhokas, but I think I'll keep the story going)
"I do have to make a ride back into town today," the farmer says, turning to Kravik once more. "If you all wish to return, then the least I could do for you would be to give you a ride in the old cart."
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
extended sig
Momo plays it casual, looks around again, and with his peripheral vision looks again and concentrates on what he is noticing.
Perception 18
Insight 14
Depending on the result, Momo may whisper to brink his findings.
...Sip...
Kravik smiles at that. "I would very much appreciate that," he says. "It was quite the walk from town, and we only have the one horse, which I doubt could hold me for long."
"Well, until then, tell me more about yourselves! We've nothing to do, and you've been here a day and I still haven't heard a single tale of why you've come to these parts." He sits up, looking almost child-like in his giddiness.
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
extended sig
Kravik settles back in his chair, considering where to start.
"I come from the south, in a volcanic area where there aren't a lot of others around," he begins. "I'm of the Stonefire Clan, one of just a few clans in the area. Not a lot of us leave the hills and caves, but I felt my path lied elsewhere."
He pauses. "A few years ago, I swore an oath to honor the balance of the four elements, through the guidance of the Noble Genies. I'll forever be tied to the flame, but I've learned that fire alone, without balance, causes only destruction." He seems to shift his hands subconsciously at this.
"I came to Lyrey because I'd heard tales of it; a place where fae and mortals live in harmony. I wanted to see it for myself, as it seems like the a good place to live a life of balance." He smiles slightly. "Though I lost my wagon to some forest creatures along the way, which is how I ended up walking into town looking for work."
He glances toward his companions. "Met Aydlott and Vulcan at the tavern that same morning. Your daughter connected us with you, and here we are."
(ooc: stealth check to look casual 15 +7)
"Are you sure you have enough space for us all?"
"Any particular reason you chose fire? I would choose wind, but I might be biased as a sailor. Oh - I'm Brink by the way"
Bugbear extends his right hand in greeting.
Aydlott doesn't seem to notice the farmer's question, tucking away into breakfast. He might be mumbling something around a mouthful of eggs, but it's impossible to make out. Nor does he mind when the farmer offers them a ride. Aydlott has finished eating by the time the farmer asks for their stories... and he sits back in his chair, more than happy to let Kravik take the spotlight. He nods and smiles throughout the whole story. Almost like he doesn't believe a word of it. Well, maybe not exactly that. More like he just has nothing in his own experience to relate it to.
"Kravik here is a better man than I'll ever be," Aydlott says, unexpectedly leaning forward to contribute to the conversation. "I'm saddled with a death curse if I don't find an appropriate dowry for a Fairy Lord's daughter. I want to say it sounds worse than it is, but I don't think it could be any worse, honestly." The sudden strain and despair is evident on the man's face. He looks at the farmer. "You wouldn't happen to have any ale or cider in your pantry, now would you, my good man...?"
The farmer certainly listens intently throughout Kravik’s tale, but, as Aydlott speaks, his eyes grow wide and he leans forward, his mouth forming a near-perfect “O” in surprise. Once the man’s tale is finished, he almost looks ready to break into peals of laughter — but, noting the grave look on Aydlott’s face, decides to keep his poker face.
“Well. A dowry for a fae’s daughter, eh? That certainly warrants something that’ll pack a punch.” He fetches a dark, heavy bottle from a cupboard, setting glasses and pouring not much beyond a droplet in each. “Strong stuff,” he explains. “Washes away all your regrets, if you have enough of it.” Then, plucking his glass between two fingers, he drains the whole thing in an instant.
“So, how c-can I help? Is there anything tha’th’ fae here would know?” His words already come out slightly slurred. “And, Kravik, tell me more about how you l-lost your wagon?”
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
extended sig
Aydlott gratefully snatches up the proferred glass and downs its contents. Almost immediately, his mood seems to brighten as the alcohol relaxes his mind. "That was... th... was my hope," he says. "Fae here seem to like mortals. Not like where I come from. Mmmmaybe they'd like to help."
Kravik's eyes widen at Aydlott's tale. "That's certainly a problem we'll need to resolve, sooner rather than later, I'd think. I'll lend whatever aid you need, if you'd like."
Turning to the farmer, he says, "I'll take a glass, as well, and drink to Aydlott's continued health! As for my wagon, I was attacked by some creatures I hadn't seen before while traveling through a forest on my way to Lyrey. I fought them off as best I could, but in the process they killed my horses and broke apart my wagon. They destroyed most of my supplies, too. I gathered up what I could and continued my journey on foot. I will say I've been a bit more wary of anything I see or hear since then."
(OOC: I do want to respond to @Arcanmas as well, as I don't want them feeling left out, but I don't think we've officially met them yet. Is this someone from the other group? I just want to make sure the story flows.)