Of course, young man. These roads are dangerous. You might say that all roads are dangerous, at night. We mean you no harm, but we take no offense in your caution.
Roll a Deception check. Barnaby, if you are insisting that your name is "Barnabu Jenkins," I suppose you should roll one as well. Also, Puddin, if you are going to present yourself with a false name and false story by the campfire, then please roll a second Deception check. These checks are to persuade your audience at the campfire.
There's no rush to answer Stanimir's question, Kif. If you decide that maybe Barnaby, who actually has the writ, or Puddin, who has her own charm, would be better suited to answering the question, then you can wait and see if they jump in. Or if you decide that you are perfectly capable of handling this, as an accomplished soldier and you're perfectly capable of delivering the Duchess's message, then go ahead and speak up. Or decide that you don't want any part of this and run into the woods, screaming and stripping yourself naked. It's up to you.
Edit: Or, of course, make something up. Whatever you want.
Barnaby will sit, eat, and primarily listen, though, occasionally, he will be unable to prevent himself from sharing a boring, overly detailed story that he once read, and that is only tangentially related to the current discussion.
Also I need a History check from Barnaby, as well as from Puddin and Kif. And a Deception check, if you are continuing to carry on with a name that is not your own. Or no Deception check, if you are trying to get through a conversation without giving a name to anybody. Though that would be weird in its own way.
Stanimir has also asked what you guys are doing out on the road, though you don't have to take advantage of this segue into the Duchess's request, if you don't want.
“Ah, right, these samosas are so delicious that I almost forgot what we were here for.” B will pull the writ from his pocket and hand it to Stanimir. “It seems that you have not made yourselves welcome around here. With samosas like these though, I bet you could set up a food cart by Daggerford University and you’d be well loved and well rewarded. Meanwhile though, it would seem that your presence might be more welcome elsewhere. Just delivering a message. You know how it is.”
That was awesome. Take an inspiration point. I'll give you his response later.
Edit: Inspiration points can be given by the DM (me) whenever. The recipient can turn it in for advantage on a single roll. Tell me you're using it before you roll! Also, a person can only have one inspiration point at a time. I'll give them out when I see something especially worthy. Totally up to me about when to do it. I'll try to remember to use this mechanism sometimes, but I might also forget sometimes. :)
It seems Barnaby has stepped forward and delivered the writ and reason for our presence
Kif appreciates the direct approach, he says nothing further, letting Barnaby represent the group and trying to keep his eyes on the other members of Stanimir's party
Stanimir reaches across and takes the writ from you. He pulls it closely to his eyes. He is, frankly, taking longer to study it than you would have expected. Finally, he lays it down next to where he is seated on his rug.
It is true, as I said, that the road is very dangerous. Tell me, Master *ahem* Fizzlepop, what became, he asks, gesturing at the writ, of your companions Kif, Puddin, and Fope? He winks at Kif. Was the half-day's journey so harrowing that you lost all three, and gathered these two instead?
Come now. Your friends may set aside these needless fabrications. I have no quarrel with the Duchess, nor with you fine folk who have come here on her behalf. I have done nothing but invite you to our table, as poor as it is, to share our food, drink, and company. I have three requests of you, before I give my answer to Duchess Morwena's most understandable - he looks at the document again, making sure he gets this word right - writ. And she will, I assure you, be satisfied with our response.
I suspect that you, nodding at Puddin, are Puddin, and you, nodding at Kif, are Kif. Which means that Fope is almost certainly nearby, within the sound of my voice. Four came up the road, four went into the wood. Three came out. Very well.
First, let us call each other by our names. I have identified myself by my name, and my son and my daughter by their names. Our friend Menidetto was, I hope, kind enough to share his actual name, when he offered you my invitation to share our food, our wine, and our company. So, he says, mildly, please just tell me which of you is which, so I have the pleasure of being able to address you by your name. As I said, I have my guesses, which are good enough for me if I must, but I would rather have the respect of hearing it from yourselves.
Second, I would like the fourth of your party, who I am guessing is Fope, to step from the shadows and join our company. The story I have to tell involves him as well, and he has an important part to play in it. I take no offense in his caution, nor do I take offense in the false names you have given me. But I have a story to tell, I am old and I would like tell it only once, and I like to see my audience when I tell campfire stories.
Eat, don't eat, it's up to you. Drink, don't drink, it's up to you. This is as fine a feast as we've had in a week, because we have been waiting for you and saving some delicacies to prepare only upon your arrival, but you need not share in it if you do not want to. I am not here to trick you or to poison you, nor am I here to take offense if you are suspicious of my hospitality. We are here to ask something of you, as I will explain.
Third, and lastly, before I give you my answer, I ask that you listen to a story I have to tell you. When I've finished the story, you will understand why I have ordered this conversation as I have.
If you will do me, and the rest of us, these three kindnesses, then I will answer your request.
Stanimir has been, from the moment you entered the camp, nothing but mild in tone and kind in manner. You are all, of course, welcome to roll Insight checks now, or save them for later in the conversation, if you wish.
You know that he's some kind of a caster, based on what you learned from Barnaby. So there is presumably some power at his disposal. But you also recognize that what he says is basically true: you guys came up the road, and he has extended you an invitation for food and drink. Now he wants to tell you a story. You have no reason to doubt him, and you know - having circled the camp, and observed them silently - these travelers are not precisely gypsies, but they are traveling in almost the exact same style you became accustomed to in the previous weeks. They genuinely appear to be what they say they are, and there is not a rational reason you can think of to doubt his presentation.
Also, neither you nor any other members of the party (pending a truly stupendous History check by Puddin) have ever heard of "Visanti," though, as I said, it appears to be some kind of a *****-related thing. Their whole setup around this fire, and their equipment and dress, is very much like what you already know.
Yes, my name is Kif, and we are serving the lady mentioned in the writ. As I have said one must be cautious on the road, so pardon us the deception. Please tell your story if you see fit.
He smiles, apparently having been perfectly sincere in his indifference to your caution. He gestures for Ratka, his son, to offer you a wineskin; he is mindful that you have yet to take a drink of anything.
Føpé remains hidden. In spite of his intuition, he bears in mind that the armed guards sent to deal with these Visanti were unsuccessful in their task, and that so far, everything seems to be going according to Visanti plan. He's been subjected to other's plans, been a pawn in another's game, one time too many. He will not return to his former naivete so quickly, especially when they can't even get his name right.
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Of course, young man. These roads are dangerous. You might say that all roads are dangerous, at night. We mean you no harm, but we take no offense in your caution.
Roll a Deception check. Barnaby, if you are insisting that your name is "Barnabu Jenkins," I suppose you should roll one as well. Also, Puddin, if you are going to present yourself with a false name and false story by the campfire, then please roll a second Deception check. These checks are to persuade your audience at the campfire.
17 Deception
Stanimir smiles, with a twinkle in his eye.
Tell me, Ornun, if you do not mind me asking. What brings you out on the road this fine evening?
Also, everyone make a History check, please. Just a regular one, Puddin. ;)
Not sure if everyone includes Føpé, but if it does, History: 19
It does.
There's no rush to answer Stanimir's question, Kif. If you decide that maybe Barnaby, who actually has the writ, or Puddin, who has her own charm, would be better suited to answering the question, then you can wait and see if they jump in. Or if you decide that you are perfectly capable of handling this, as an accomplished soldier and you're perfectly capable of delivering the Duchess's message, then go ahead and speak up. Or decide that you don't want any part of this and run into the woods, screaming and stripping yourself naked. It's up to you.
Edit: Or, of course, make something up. Whatever you want.
Barnaby will sit, eat, and primarily listen, though, occasionally, he will be unable to prevent himself from sharing a boring, overly detailed story that he once read, and that is only tangentially related to the current discussion.
Hold on a second. Is Barnaby modeled on your older brother???
Also I need a History check from Barnaby, as well as from Puddin and Kif. And a Deception check, if you are continuing to carry on with a name that is not your own. Or no Deception check, if you are trying to get through a conversation without giving a name to anybody. Though that would be weird in its own way.
I had missed a bunch of posts when I made that last one.
History: 12
”Eh, um, Barnaby I meant. It would seem that this old man can get tongue tied even trying to say his own name. Heh heh.”
Got it.
Stanimir has also asked what you guys are doing out on the road, though you don't have to take advantage of this segue into the Duchess's request, if you don't want.
“Ah, right, these samosas are so delicious that I almost forgot what we were here for.” B will pull the writ from his pocket and hand it to Stanimir. “It seems that you have not made yourselves welcome around here. With samosas like these though, I bet you could set up a food cart by Daggerford University and you’d be well loved and well rewarded. Meanwhile though, it would seem that your presence might be more welcome elsewhere. Just delivering a message. You know how it is.”
That was awesome. Take an inspiration point. I'll give you his response later.
Edit: Inspiration points can be given by the DM (me) whenever. The recipient can turn it in for advantage on a single roll. Tell me you're using it before you roll! Also, a person can only have one inspiration point at a time. I'll give them out when I see something especially worthy. Totally up to me about when to do it. I'll try to remember to use this mechanism sometimes, but I might also forget sometimes. :)
19 history
It seems Barnaby has stepped forward and delivered the writ and reason for our presence
Kif appreciates the direct approach, he says nothing further, letting Barnaby represent the group and trying to keep his eyes on the other members of Stanimir's party
Stanimir reaches across and takes the writ from you. He pulls it closely to his eyes. He is, frankly, taking longer to study it than you would have expected. Finally, he lays it down next to where he is seated on his rug.
It is true, as I said, that the road is very dangerous. Tell me, Master *ahem* Fizzlepop, what became, he asks, gesturing at the writ, of your companions Kif, Puddin, and Fope? He winks at Kif. Was the half-day's journey so harrowing that you lost all three, and gathered these two instead?
Come now. Your friends may set aside these needless fabrications. I have no quarrel with the Duchess, nor with you fine folk who have come here on her behalf. I have done nothing but invite you to our table, as poor as it is, to share our food, drink, and company. I have three requests of you, before I give my answer to Duchess Morwena's most understandable - he looks at the document again, making sure he gets this word right - writ. And she will, I assure you, be satisfied with our response.
I suspect that you, nodding at Puddin, are Puddin, and you, nodding at Kif, are Kif. Which means that Fope is almost certainly nearby, within the sound of my voice. Four came up the road, four went into the wood. Three came out. Very well.
First, let us call each other by our names. I have identified myself by my name, and my son and my daughter by their names. Our friend Menidetto was, I hope, kind enough to share his actual name, when he offered you my invitation to share our food, our wine, and our company. So, he says, mildly, please just tell me which of you is which, so I have the pleasure of being able to address you by your name. As I said, I have my guesses, which are good enough for me if I must, but I would rather have the respect of hearing it from yourselves.
Second, I would like the fourth of your party, who I am guessing is Fope, to step from the shadows and join our company. The story I have to tell involves him as well, and he has an important part to play in it. I take no offense in his caution, nor do I take offense in the false names you have given me. But I have a story to tell, I am old and I would like tell it only once, and I like to see my audience when I tell campfire stories.
Eat, don't eat, it's up to you. Drink, don't drink, it's up to you. This is as fine a feast as we've had in a week, because we have been waiting for you and saving some delicacies to prepare only upon your arrival, but you need not share in it if you do not want to. I am not here to trick you or to poison you, nor am I here to take offense if you are suspicious of my hospitality. We are here to ask something of you, as I will explain.
Third, and lastly, before I give you my answer, I ask that you listen to a story I have to tell you. When I've finished the story, you will understand why I have ordered this conversation as I have.
If you will do me, and the rest of us, these three kindnesses, then I will answer your request.
Stanimir has been, from the moment you entered the camp, nothing but mild in tone and kind in manner. You are all, of course, welcome to roll Insight checks now, or save them for later in the conversation, if you wish.
insight: 7
You know that he's some kind of a caster, based on what you learned from Barnaby. So there is presumably some power at his disposal. But you also recognize that what he says is basically true: you guys came up the road, and he has extended you an invitation for food and drink. Now he wants to tell you a story. You have no reason to doubt him, and you know - having circled the camp, and observed them silently - these travelers are not precisely gypsies, but they are traveling in almost the exact same style you became accustomed to in the previous weeks. They genuinely appear to be what they say they are, and there is not a rational reason you can think of to doubt his presentation.
Also, neither you nor any other members of the party (pending a truly stupendous History check by Puddin) have ever heard of "Visanti," though, as I said, it appears to be some kind of a *****-related thing. Their whole setup around this fire, and their equipment and dress, is very much like what you already know.
Yes, my name is Kif, and we are serving the lady mentioned in the writ. As I have said one must be cautious on the road, so pardon us the deception. Please tell your story if you see fit.
He smiles, apparently having been perfectly sincere in his indifference to your caution. He gestures for Ratka, his son, to offer you a wineskin; he is mindful that you have yet to take a drink of anything.
Føpé remains hidden. In spite of his intuition, he bears in mind that the armed guards sent to deal with these Visanti were unsuccessful in their task, and that so far, everything seems to be going according to Visanti plan. He's been subjected to other's plans, been a pawn in another's game, one time too many. He will not return to his former naivete so quickly, especially when they can't even get his name right.