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Siobhan can only look at the captain with a raised eyebrow, doing her best to read his features as she sips at the wine thst the jester had brought to her. She pauses to shoot Nico a death glare asnhe asks the question.
Insight: 10
(Make that an eighteen since she has +4 to insight. I was looking at another skill.)
Siobhan: With an 18 you can see that Jalester really does think that Phineas is an interesting person, and that he might be thinking of keeping an eye on that. Purely from a city watch stand point. You also get a slight sense of melancholy coming from him.
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Sylelor is surprised at the sight of two drows right there at the yawning portal, she is well aware of what happened to her family (she must've heard the story a thousand times while her father trained her in the way of the sword) but that name "Braegan D’earthe" was that ever mentioned by her father? are they friends or foes? 17
"I AM DOLAR, CHAMPION OF THE YAWNING PORTAL!" he yells, raising two fists above his head to play to the crowd. He continues to allow himself to be completely overcome with the adrenaline from his Rage, causing his muscles to bulge and flex. With Yagra's arm still around him, he momentarily meets eyes with Yagra and nods in acknowledgement, then begins to make his way into the cheering crowd.
Sylelor: That's exactly what they're here to figure out. The drow holding his hand out lets it sit for a moment and drops it, glancing at his partner. The scarred one scoffs, "And she thought she was going to beat Stonefist. Girl's hardly old enough to carry a sword."
Your dad may have never mentioned Braegan D'earthe in regards to your family, but you've heard of them none the less. You know that they're a band of mainly male drow mercenaries and scoundrels made up of castaways and destroyed houses. They're known to help others only to further their own interests and never for free.
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Dolar:The crowd cheers, and you receive pats on the back and praise. People thrust drinks in your direction. It's probably the most invigorating thing you've experienced since coming into the city. Yagra keeps half an eye out. She's seen a few orcs from the tribes come into the city before, and not all of them can lead the civil life, but she's not too worried at the moment. She locks eyes with a man across the taproom who raises his glass to her.
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Sylelor: That's exactly what they're here to figure out. The drow holding his hand out lets it sit for a moment and drops it, glancing at his partner. The scarred one scoffs, "And she thought she was going to beat Stonefist. Girl's hardly old enough to carry a sword."
Your dad may have never mentioned Braegan D'earthe in regards to your family, but you've heard of them none the less. You know that they're a band of mainly male drow mercenaries and scoundrels made up of castaways and destroyed houses. They're known to help others only to further their own interests and never for free.
You are well aware of who I am and yet I know nothing of you - referring to the guys representing Braegan D’earthe - Are you hoping to make a name for yourself being part of something bigger than you? You are cowards who decided to dwell in the surface being to scared to reclaim what was yours...as long you are alive your house will live on, but it meas nothing up here, follow me! and we will tear them inside out, all of them who thought they had the right to kill our families! - says Sylelor breathing heavily as she finishes, clenching both of her fists and upset at the sight of Drows living comfortably in the surface, but triggered by the fact that she could increase her strenght at least in numbers
Sylelor:The two of them stare at her for a moment before the scarred one bursts into laughter. His friend elbows him in the side trying to get him to stop, and offering a polite smile to Sylelor if a little strained.
"Our apologies, Lady O'vrun. My name is Fel'rekt, and my rude friend here is Krebbyg. I'm afraid we might be at a misunderstanding. We only came to touch base with you. Your father sadly never deigned to join our ranks, and now that he is gone we were just curious as to what your own plans were. As it stands we have no desire to reclaim our houses, nor do any of our houses if still standing have any desire to reclaim us. If you are looking to reclaims House O'vrun's lost glory that is a different story and for the right price Braegan D'earthe could possibly assist you, but that you would have to take up with our leader."
When Krebbyg finishes his laugh, he leans against Fel'rekts shoulder, "Yeah, and last I checked we aren't in the business of helping a hopeless cause."
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Siobhan, "Lastly no more smelling yourself like that, it is unbecoming of a proper woman and I will not hesitate to leave if you do anything strange."
Phineas giggles, "oh you're a real stickler and a tickler to, I bet, well more's the better, I always say!"The petite jester tilts her head slightly as a coy smile crosses her painted lips, "proper woman... toots, I may not be proper but I'm all woman... gots me all the proper plumbing I do, and been complimented on it each and every time I've been rightly plumbed!!!"
Durnan does as asked, pouring her the drinks. As he slides them over he tells her, "Yer dragon's gonna go a lot quicker on that wine."
Phineas gives a low sad sigh, "yeah, I know... but you know what they say, you ain't charmed a charmer until you've charmed an Elf-maid out of her knickers... and expensive wine is a prime lubricate when it comes to chastity belts and reluctant Elvish thighs..."The jester gives the barkeep a knowing grin and a fancy hand gesture in way of a respectful salute as she soldiers on... headed back to the trenches... rather, the table.
Once she's back at the table, Nico leans toward her, hands on his mug curious, "Are elves kisses that good?" Siobhan pauses to shoot Nico a death glare as he asks the question.
Phineas slides Siobhan her refilled a glass of wine and turns to Nico with a wide grin at his question, "oh you fancy lads,"she giggles, "don't know shite from shinola," as she moves over close in behind him draping her arms over the back of his shoulders pressing her nose just below his left ear and slowly draws in three ever so light seductive breaths of air... sniffs without touching him whispering in a seductive low throaty voice... into his ear, "now that is a Goblin Kiss!" She says as she slides down and around to sit on his lap and presses her nose lightly against his own, "now that there is a Gnomish Kiss,"then she presses her lips every so lightly against his and quickly draws back... teasing. "And that's just a kiss, some call a Human Kiss..."
The jester turns her head and notices... on the table a small plate of cherries with some discarded cherry stems and plucks one up and pops it into her mouth as she gazes into Nico's eyes for a moment before reaching into her mouth and extracting the once straight stem... now tied into an elaborate knot and hands it to him, "the secret of a good Elvish Kiss, is the tongue... as no doubt even Siobhan is keenly aware,"she giggles, "that there... cherry stem I managed to tie into a single knot with my tongue, that's nothing! Any Elf maid worth her salt, can easily tie that same stem into three separate knots and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, right Siobhan?"
Phineas giggles and climbs off Nico's lap and walks back to her empty chair and takes a deep drink from her glass then turns back to him and adds, "of course a true Elvish Kiss is customarily given a little lower if ya catch my meaning, but to answer your original question... yes, they are just that good, at least in my experience but then I am a good girl, what would know of such things,"the not-so-innocent and naive jester gives him a sly wink and turns to Siobhan all smiles, "and that there... is just one of my many amazing talents! Can I work a room, or can I work a room?" She says rather proudly in a matter of fact manner...
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Siobhan can only guess at what is making the captainnseem like he is in a state of saddness, her own look telling him thatshe will be keeping a look at the human woman as well. Her attention does turn back to Nico as she sees the jester suddenly sit in his lap and kiss him in whst were appatently different ways. As she hears the explanation of a "elf kiss" her face grows redder to a certain poiny, although sadly for her a person that may not have been paying attention would have thought she was red with jealousy and not embarrassment.
As a question is directed to her she sips her wine faster, sitting the goblet down. "You will have to ask an elf about that. If you have not yet noticed I am only a half elf. So you will have to deal with a half elf kiss which is..." She grabs a cherry and attempts to tie the stem into knot.
(Just gonna go with sleight of hands or in this case sleight of tongue... *queue bad joke drum*)
Sylelor:The two of them stare at her for a moment before the scarred one bursts into laughter. His friend elbows him in the side trying to get him to stop, and offering a polite smile to Sylelor if a little strained.
"Our apologies, Lady O'vrun. My name is Fel'rekt, and my rude friend here is Krebbyg. I'm afraid we might be at a misunderstanding. We only came to touch base with you. Your father sadly never deigned to join our ranks, and now that he is gone we were just curious as to what your own plans were. As it stands we have no desire to reclaim our houses, nor do any of our houses if still standing have any desire to reclaim us. If you are looking to reclaims House O'vrun's lost glory that is a different story and for the right price Braegan D'earthe could possibly assist you, but that you would have to take up with our leader."
When Krebbyg finishes his laugh, he leans against Fel'rekts shoulder, "Yeah, and last I checked we aren't in the business of helping a hopeless cause."
The fact that my father didn't join your ranks tells me enough, you can laugh all you want but one day I'll prove you wrong- Says Sylelor as she turns to find a friendy or at least known face...she looks at whatever Siobhan and Phineas are doing at their table and couldn't take least interest in that, looks at Dolar celebrating his recent victory over Yagra and then down to the rapier hanging on its scabbard, she places her right hand on the pommel - One day... - and then finds a place to sit and wonder if she could make Durnan server her a drink tonight, otherwise hanging more time at Portal seems already like a drag.
Siobhan... She grabs a cherry and attempts to tie the stem into knot.
After Siobhan's short work of the cherry stem, Phineas takes one look at the results... and falls out of her chair on to the floor with a loud crash and a painful groan, shouting out in awe... more than a little impressed... "told ya so!!!"
OOC:IDK but I would think an Elf or even a Half-Elf would have gotten an advantage on such a roll on any case whatever the result has to be a new knotting record... LoL, I must say I never expected Siobhan to react in such a way, perhaps Phineas' madness is infectious after all... ;)
Sylelor... she looks at whatever Siobhan and Phineas are doing at their table and couldn't take least interest in that
Laying on the floor Phineas so enjoying Siobhan'ssuccess with the stem... happens to glance up and over as another Half-Elf looks on at them... a Drow Half-Elf(Sylelor) female, the jester calls out to her taunting, "aw, don't look so glum, chum... don't walk away... come and play with us... just a friendly competition but I hear Drow Elf tongues are not nearly as nimble and quick as their surface cousins... too bad that... of course, I could be wrong? What would I know of such matters... I am only human."Phineas continues to lay on the floor giggling...
Siobhan sighs and looks to Jalester. "I am going to take her out of here before she ends up causing a brawl or somenthing else that will tuin your night." She then turns to the jester and steps towards her. "Alright bathtime for you." She orders as she kicks the jester in the side lightly, shaking her head.
Siobhan sighs... "Alright, bathtime for you." She orders as she kicks the jester in the side lightly, shaking her head.
Phineas continues to lay on the floor looking up playfully at Siobhan still giggling, "Mallory says... not just yet... give it a few minutes more... it's not time... pleassssse I'll be good... then after... you will see, I promise I will be all yours... rub-a-dub-dub!"Phineas grins up at Siobhan so hard she farts... refusing to get up (for the time being) and begins to sing...
Siibhan makes a disgusted face and steps away from her, going back to her seat with the other watch members. "I think that I am going to needmto arrest her before the end of the night.... Or I will be very drunk before the hour passes.'
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Perception: 21
The attention drawn by the final round of the spirited arm wrestling match discourages Roger from making a move on the winning competitor. (All the better, he thinks when he catches sight of him - a hulking half-orc with arms nearly as big around as Roger himself. Short of Jalester Silvermane, possibly the last man here he wants to be caught nicking a coin purse from.) The onlooking gamblers, though... surely one of them is drunk enough not to notice if their recent winnings were lifted from them?
Sylelor ends up going to Phineas and Siobhan's table - Been a while since I Saw you Phineas, I ser you haven't started to behave properly, that's just one of the reasons you'll never could beat me, you are always distracted with nonsense - says as she grabs a chair and eat a couple of cherrys, rapidly discarding the stems.
Siobhan looks hopeful suddenly, pausing to think that perhaps this other half elf was a friend of Phineas. If so hopefully she would take her poi of the bar before the jester could cause trouble or worse continue to drive her mad.
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Siobhan can only look at the captain with a raised eyebrow, doing her best to read his features as she sips at the wine thst the jester had brought to her. She pauses to shoot Nico a death glare asnhe asks the question.
Insight: 10
(Make that an eighteen since she has +4 to insight. I was looking at another skill.)
Siobhan: With an 18 you can see that Jalester really does think that Phineas is an interesting person, and that he might be thinking of keeping an eye on that. Purely from a city watch stand point. You also get a slight sense of melancholy coming from him.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Sylelor is surprised at the sight of two drows right there at the yawning portal, she is well aware of what happened to her family (she must've heard the story a thousand times while her father trained her in the way of the sword) but that name "Braegan D’earthe" was that ever mentioned by her father? are they friends or foes? 17
"I AM DOLAR, CHAMPION OF THE YAWNING PORTAL!" he yells, raising two fists above his head to play to the crowd. He continues to allow himself to be completely overcome with the adrenaline from his Rage, causing his muscles to bulge and flex. With Yagra's arm still around him, he momentarily meets eyes with Yagra and nods in acknowledgement, then begins to make his way into the cheering crowd.
Sylelor: That's exactly what they're here to figure out. The drow holding his hand out lets it sit for a moment and drops it, glancing at his partner. The scarred one scoffs, "And she thought she was going to beat Stonefist. Girl's hardly old enough to carry a sword."
Your dad may have never mentioned Braegan D'earthe in regards to your family, but you've heard of them none the less. You know that they're a band of mainly male drow mercenaries and scoundrels made up of castaways and destroyed houses. They're known to help others only to further their own interests and never for free.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Dolar: The crowd cheers, and you receive pats on the back and praise. People thrust drinks in your direction. It's probably the most invigorating thing you've experienced since coming into the city. Yagra keeps half an eye out. She's seen a few orcs from the tribes come into the city before, and not all of them can lead the civil life, but she's not too worried at the moment. She locks eyes with a man across the taproom who raises his glass to her.
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
You are well aware of who I am and yet I know nothing of you - referring to the guys representing Braegan D’earthe - Are you hoping to make a name for yourself being part of something bigger than you? You are cowards who decided to dwell in the surface being to scared to reclaim what was yours...as long you are alive your house will live on, but it meas nothing up here, follow me! and we will tear them inside out, all of them who thought they had the right to kill our families! - says Sylelor breathing heavily as she finishes, clenching both of her fists and upset at the sight of Drows living comfortably in the surface, but triggered by the fact that she could increase her strenght at least in numbers
Sylelor: The two of them stare at her for a moment before the scarred one bursts into laughter. His friend elbows him in the side trying to get him to stop, and offering a polite smile to Sylelor if a little strained.
"Our apologies, Lady O'vrun. My name is Fel'rekt, and my rude friend here is Krebbyg. I'm afraid we might be at a misunderstanding. We only came to touch base with you. Your father sadly never deigned to join our ranks, and now that he is gone we were just curious as to what your own plans were. As it stands we have no desire to reclaim our houses, nor do any of our houses if still standing have any desire to reclaim us. If you are looking to reclaims House O'vrun's lost glory that is a different story and for the right price Braegan D'earthe could possibly assist you, but that you would have to take up with our leader."
When Krebbyg finishes his laugh, he leans against Fel'rekts shoulder, "Yeah, and last I checked we aren't in the business of helping a hopeless cause."
"All will become equal now" | "Cause we're going to shout it loud, even if our words seem meaningless. It's like we're carrying the weight of the world"
Phineas giggles, "oh you're a real stickler and a tickler to, I bet, well more's the better, I always say!" The petite jester tilts her head slightly as a coy smile crosses her painted lips, "proper woman... toots, I may not be proper but I'm all woman... gots me all the proper plumbing I do, and been complimented on it each and every time I've been rightly plumbed!!!"
Phineas gives a low sad sigh, "yeah, I know... but you know what they say, you ain't charmed a charmer until you've charmed an Elf-maid out of her knickers... and expensive wine is a prime lubricate when it comes to chastity belts and reluctant Elvish thighs..." The jester gives the barkeep a knowing grin and a fancy hand gesture in way of a respectful salute as she soldiers on... headed back to the trenches... rather, the table.
Phineas slides Siobhan her refilled a glass of wine and turns to Nico with a wide grin at his question, "oh you fancy lads," she giggles, "don't know shite from shinola," as she moves over close in behind him draping her arms over the back of his shoulders pressing her nose just below his left ear and slowly draws in three ever so light seductive breaths of air... sniffs without touching him whispering in a seductive low throaty voice... into his ear, "now that is a Goblin Kiss!" She says as she slides down and around to sit on his lap and presses her nose lightly against his own, "now that there is a Gnomish Kiss," then she presses her lips every so lightly against his and quickly draws back... teasing. "And that's just a kiss, some call a Human Kiss..."
The jester turns her head and notices... on the table a small plate of cherries with some discarded cherry stems and plucks one up and pops it into her mouth as she gazes into Nico's eyes for a moment before reaching into her mouth and extracting the once straight stem... now tied into an elaborate knot and hands it to him, "the secret of a good Elvish Kiss, is the tongue... as no doubt even Siobhan is keenly aware," she giggles, "that there... cherry stem I managed to tie into a single knot with my tongue, that's nothing! Any Elf maid worth her salt, can easily tie that same stem into three separate knots and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, right Siobhan?"
Phineas giggles and climbs off Nico's lap and walks back to her empty chair and takes a deep drink from her glass then turns back to him and adds, "of course a true Elvish Kiss is customarily given a little lower if ya catch my meaning, but to answer your original question... yes, they are just that good, at least in my experience but then I am a good girl, what would know of such things," the not-so-innocent and naive jester gives him a sly wink and turns to Siobhan all smiles, "and that there... is just one of my many amazing talents! Can I work a room, or can I work a room?" She says rather proudly in a matter of fact manner...
Siobhan can only guess at what is making the captainnseem like he is in a state of saddness, her own look telling him thatshe will be keeping a look at the human woman as well. Her attention does turn back to Nico as she sees the jester suddenly sit in his lap and kiss him in whst were appatently different ways. As she hears the explanation of a "elf kiss" her face grows redder to a certain poiny, although sadly for her a person that may not have been paying attention would have thought she was red with jealousy and not embarrassment.
As a question is directed to her she sips her wine faster, sitting the goblet down. "You will have to ask an elf about that. If you have not yet noticed I am only a half elf. So you will have to deal with a half elf kiss which is..." She grabs a cherry and attempts to tie the stem into knot.
(Just gonna go with sleight of hands or in this case sleight of tongue... *queue bad joke drum*)
Sleight of Hand: 20
The fact that my father didn't join your ranks tells me enough, you can laugh all you want but one day I'll prove you wrong - Says Sylelor as she turns to find a friendy or at least known face...she looks at whatever Siobhan and Phineas are doing at their table and couldn't take least interest in that, looks at Dolar celebrating his recent victory over Yagra and then down to the rapier hanging on its scabbard, she places her right hand on the pommel - One day... - and then finds a place to sit and wonder if she could make Durnan server her a drink tonight, otherwise hanging more time at Portal seems already like a drag.
After Siobhan's short work of the cherry stem, Phineas takes one look at the results... and falls out of her chair on to the floor with a loud crash and a painful groan, shouting out in awe... more than a little impressed... "told ya so!!!"
OOC: IDK but I would think an Elf or even a Half-Elf would have gotten an advantage on such a roll on any case whatever the result has to be a new knotting record... LoL, I must say I never expected Siobhan to react in such a way, perhaps Phineas' madness is infectious after all... ;)
(Possible or blame the wine for making her less up tight. I honestly figured with my luck with rolls lately she would jave gotten a nat 1...)
The half elf glares at the jester as her face lights up even more, turning her glare at the other watch members to stop them from commenting on it.
Intimidation: 17
Laying on the floor Phineas so enjoying Siobhan's success with the stem... happens to glance up and over as another Half-Elf looks on at them... a Drow Half-Elf (Sylelor) female, the jester calls out to her taunting, "aw, don't look so glum, chum... don't walk away... come and play with us... just a friendly competition but I hear Drow Elf tongues are not nearly as nimble and quick as their surface cousins... too bad that... of course, I could be wrong? What would I know of such matters... I am only human." Phineas continues to lay on the floor giggling...
Siobhan sighs and looks to Jalester. "I am going to take her out of here before she ends up causing a brawl or somenthing else that will tuin your night." She then turns to the jester and steps towards her. "Alright bathtime for you." She orders as she kicks the jester in the side lightly, shaking her head.
Phineas continues to lay on the floor looking up playfully at Siobhan still giggling, "Mallory says... not just yet... give it a few minutes more... it's not time... pleassssse I'll be good... then after... you will see, I promise I will be all yours... rub-a-dub-dub!" Phineas grins up at Siobhan so hard she farts... refusing to get up (for the time being) and begins to sing...
Siibhan makes a disgusted face and steps away from her, going back to her seat with the other watch members. "I think that I am going to needmto arrest her before the end of the night.... Or I will be very drunk before the hour passes.'
Perception: 21
The attention drawn by the final round of the spirited arm wrestling match discourages Roger from making a move on the winning competitor. (All the better, he thinks when he catches sight of him - a hulking half-orc with arms nearly as big around as Roger himself. Short of Jalester Silvermane, possibly the last man here he wants to be caught nicking a coin purse from.) The onlooking gamblers, though... surely one of them is drunk enough not to notice if their recent winnings were lifted from them?
Sylelor ends up going to Phineas and Siobhan's table - Been a while since I Saw you Phineas, I ser you haven't started to behave properly, that's just one of the reasons you'll never could beat me, you are always distracted with nonsense - says as she grabs a chair and eat a couple of cherrys, rapidly discarding the stems.
Siobhan looks hopeful suddenly, pausing to think that perhaps this other half elf was a friend of Phineas. If so hopefully she would take her poi of the bar before the jester could cause trouble or worse continue to drive her mad.