Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
(Copper Kettle) A hooded man in a deep blue cloak strides into the tavern, his stride one of purpose and a tinge of paranoia.
”Evening, Joe,” Evelyn greets him from across the room, which he returns in a low mutter. He slouches into a chair at a table away from the door, conspicuously avoiding people. Seated, he glances at the group, comprised of a muscular dude scarfing down egg and potato, a female elf with fiery hair, a human with floating crystals and another with a subtly chilling aura, and a bear sitting at a table like a person. One of the other barmaids, a freckled halfling woman, sets a mug of foaming ale on his table silently.
(*I assume Flins enters, looking for Joe*)
Mia glares daggers at him but says nothing.
"Oh piss off you arrogant arse I haven't even done anything yet"
Kayn snorts again, banging his hand against the table to keep in his laughter. He looks up at Flins and frowns. “Who might you be? Harassing my travel companion-not that I don’t admire you for that.”
"Flins and it ain't my fault your travel companion can't mind their own damn business."
“You’re a mercenary!” Mia stands up with one hand on her crystal.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
(Copper Kettle) A hooded man in a deep blue cloak strides into the tavern, his stride one of purpose and a tinge of paranoia.
”Evening, Joe,” Evelyn greets him from across the room, which he returns in a low mutter. He slouches into a chair at a table away from the door, conspicuously avoiding people. Seated, he glances at the group, comprised of a muscular dude scarfing down egg and potato, a female elf with fiery hair, a human with floating crystals and another with a subtly chilling aura, and a bear sitting at a table like a person. One of the other barmaids, a freckled halfling woman, sets a mug of foaming ale on his table silently.
(*I assume Flins enters, looking for Joe*)
Mia glares daggers at him but says nothing.
"Oh piss off you arrogant arse I haven't even done anything yet"
Kayn snorts again, banging his hand against the table to keep in his laughter. He looks up at Flins and frowns. “Who might you be? Harassing my travel companion-not that I don’t admire you for that.”
"Flins and it ain't my fault your travel companion can't mind their own damn business."
“You’re a mercenary!” Mia stands up with one hand on her crystal.
"And it ain't a crime to be one so what's the big deal?" Flins retorted
"Tonzer if it erupts into fighting I'll fight beside you. Let's just not spill blood unless it is unavoidable." Orien puts his things away for now. Watching to see what happens next.
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Joe shouts back at Flins, “You asking or telling?” Fortunately he doesn’t seem to recognize you; your encounter on the road was at night and at range, so he couldn’t make out anything particular.
Joe perceives a brawl might break out between Flins and Mia.
“Look,” he says to them, standing. “We’ve all had a hard night; you got insulted by a total stranger (to Mia); you got really insulted by a total stranger (to Flins); and I just spent most of today getting robbed and being jostled about inside of a burlap sack on horseback; so let’s all sit down and talk it out.”
(Attempt at Persuasion; I guess against Flins and Mia’s Wisdom or Charisma, which you deem is best)
*For Flins, with Disadvantage: 13, 7 (I can’t see the dice roller on mobile) For Mia, with Disadvantage: 13, 17*
Tozer stands, looks at Flins, and attempts to dissipate some of the tension. "Flins of the mercernaries, I am Tozer of Clan Kizarinath. All is well with you, I hope."
Tozer stands, looks at Flins, and attempts to dissipate some of the tension. "Flins of the mercernaries, I am Tozer of Clan Kizarinath. All is well with you, I hope."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance sir Tozer." Flins replied calmly
The fracas forestalled, Joe returns to his half-eaten eggs, without elaborating and pretending that nothing had happened. Slowly, the deafening silence from the onlookers expecting a brawl fades as the people return to their meals and conversations.
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Joe looks with mild interest at the group, unable to not hear their conversation. One brown eyebrow tilts up slightly.
*No worries, Balthoran; this is why we’re Playing by Post*
Flins turns towards Joe and says "I hear you have had a problem with bandits lately?"
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Tozer senses Mia's discontent. Tapping a forefinger on his maul, he says to her, "If you need to bonk anyone else on the head, use this."
The goliath then turns his full attention on Joe, whose response will be of great interest to him. [Insight: 4]
“I’ve got spells of my own. Thanks for the offer, though.”
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!“You’re a mercenary!” Mia stands up with one hand on her crystal.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!"And it ain't a crime to be one so what's the big deal?" Flins retorted
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"Tonzer if it erupts into fighting I'll fight beside you. Let's just not spill blood unless it is unavoidable." Orien puts his things away for now. Watching to see what happens next.
Ever wonder what it would be like to be a bear?
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Tozer can’t get a good read on the guy, but he seems mostly indifferent to the situation.
Joe shouts back at Flins, “You asking or telling?” Fortunately he doesn’t seem to recognize you; your encounter on the road was at night and at range, so he couldn’t make out anything particular.
Joe perceives a brawl might break out between Flins and Mia.
“Look,” he says to them, standing. “We’ve all had a hard night; you got insulted by a total stranger (to Mia); you got really insulted by a total stranger (to Flins); and I just spent most of today getting robbed and being jostled about inside of a burlap sack on horseback; so let’s all sit down and talk it out.”
(Attempt at Persuasion; I guess against Flins and Mia’s Wisdom or Charisma, which you deem is best)
*For Flins, with Disadvantage: 13, 7 (I can’t see the dice roller on mobile)
For Mia, with Disadvantage: 13, 17*
*Persuading Flins: 7
Persuading Mia: 13
Will this calm Flins and/or Mia down?*
Tozer nods in agreement with Orien. "That makes good sense."
*I suppose.*
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Tozer stands, looks at Flins, and attempts to dissipate some of the tension. "Flins of the mercernaries, I am Tozer of Clan Kizarinath. All is well with you, I hope."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance sir Tozer." Flins replied calmly
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The fracas forestalled, Joe returns to his half-eaten eggs, without elaborating and pretending that nothing had happened. Slowly, the deafening silence from the onlookers expecting a brawl fades as the people return to their meals and conversations.