As Pyro speaks to him, he will look towards her. "Hello Pyro. The pleasure is mine. Good work with those bugs! They did not look so little to me."
'The young woman positively beams at the huge man's compliment, though the horned man with the unnatural stare responds first, his tone nasally, almost whiny, despite his considerable height,'
"No, little they weren't. Dangerous they was. DEADLY even. But wes killed them. Killed them ALL! Could have used big man like you though... Hmm, yesss. Could have definitely used..."
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'Wazzock looks from the kitchen door to Myren, squinting,'"There the whole time wrere you? Maybe I should get my eyes checked... But first, my four legged friend over there requests more ale, and from the looks of it I could use another as well! Can I be of any assistance? You appear to have much business to tend to!" 'She says with a huge grin, her blue eyes sparkling.'
'The look on Myren's sweaty face as he looks across the dozens of heads and up-raised hands, all calling for ale, bear, wine or boar, before realising the offer that Wazzock had just made, could only be described as joyous. Nodding so emphatically that the ends of his much-twisted mustache flap with the motion, the clearly relieved innkeep replies,'
"Yes, I've been here. You probably couldn't see me over this mass of... What? Yes, yes, I've got the centaur sorted, her ale is...
What now? You'd like to help serve this lot? Well, I ahh... YES! Err, I mean... yes, yes please. That would be just fine. Mugs, tankards and glasses are beneath the counter. Kegs and casks of ale, beer and mead are down there. Wine and spirits are on those shelves there. And here... this might help let this thirsty mob know that you're assisting me behind the bar!"
'The smiling innkeeper thrusts a leather apron into Wazzock's hands. The worn and much-patched garment is embossed in the upper right corner with the same emblem painted on the sign out front - a mighty oak, growing from marsh grass and pools of water, backlit by a blazing sun.'
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'Wazzock dons the apron proudly,' "There's a good man, can't be too proud to accept help offered." 'Her ever present smile is larger than usual and she gets to work serving drinks.'
Altani shifts as Wazzock hits her on the back, her chain vest jingling.
"Thank you... I am Altani from the Windspeaker tribe of the Leavenwild Plains...it is good to make your acquaintance Wazzock."
As Wazzock heads to the kitchen.
"Ohh I am sure they will bring me... well they are busy... he's going to..." as she watches the half-orc barge out into the kitchen and then offer to help the inn staff.
In response to Myren pouring the ale, Altani reaches into a pouch on one side of her chest and takes out five copper, placing it on the bar in a neatly stacked pile.
'At the mention of the powerful Elvish kingdom, Gibbs screws up his face and spits to the side,'
"Elf-blood with fire and frost, good man. Useful man. Full-elves... FOOL elves, not good, not useful. Dangerous though... yes, dangerous! Kiss-yell wise to seek teachin'... elsewhere!"
"What? Dangerous, why? This is concerning, I thought it was the place to go!"
Alwin just blinked as Kestrell said he wasn’t aware “He’s one of the em..emissaries of the Celestial Crown for the eastern perip….hieral. Hhhhh…ow do you not know of your own hhh…eritage?” Alwin was actually confused and perplexed that even a half-elf didn’t know about the elven kingdoms.
"Sorry, I am not from around here. My village is pretty small, and we probably tend to focus on our own local troubles too much."
Turning to Alwin and Kestrell, Altani looks over her shoulder at the pair. "This place sees to be the centre of town, folks from every which way. I myself just rode in from the Elivish border citadel of Elmscrest..."
"Yes, it is getting quite busy in here. I have not met a centaur before. Quite fascinating. What brings you this way?"
"Hello. I am Mazin. I hear it is you fine folks that I have to thank for this cool ale. Thanks! Also, thank you for inviting me to your table. People are sometimes scared of me, I don't know why." he says, completely oblivious to the irony as he unstraps his greatsword and rests it on the edge of the table.
As he chats with the group at the table, he absentmindedly grabs his Woodcarver's Tools and the small block of wood he's been working on. He carves away as he chats.
In response to Myren pouring the ale, Altani reaches into a pouch on one side of her chest and takes out five copper, placing it on the bar in a neatly stacked pile.
"Much appreciated barkeep."
'Myren has just finished speaking with the bold and brazen leather clad tiefling woman, who in turn mutters something to her comical looking gnome companion as they pass Altani, before he smiles at the centaur woman, saying,'
"No need for thanks, good woman. Tis my livelihood after all. Sorry if it's taken me some time to get to your order, or if you've had any trouble getting about in here. Reason's the same regardless - we're especially busy on account of the circus in town, which is a rarity in these parts, I assure you. Babradara's Boisterous Bananza it's called... or somesuch. Err, least I think it is.
You with those other young'ns out the front? One of them mentioned that some elder from the plains had come to town to speak with the Alcalde."
[OOC] Altani may make a perception check to overhear what the passing tiefling says to her gnome companion, reading the spoiler on a score of 10 or more:
"Same as always, Fumble. Ye work the tables and I'll dazzle'em from the front. Ol' Acabra will be might pleased with us when he wakes tomorrow, I'm tellin' ya true!"
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With curiosity winning out, Cinder will weave through the crowd to go to the table by the door with the cloaked figure and barrel-shaped man. When she gets to the table, she asks,
“Excuse me, but would you mind if I sat down for a bit? I’ve been traveling for quite some time and would love to rest my feet.”
Alwin just blinks as the events transpire before him ‘Oh this is becoming an exciting adventure’ instinctively from the thought he just smiles a little. It was hard to believe that he had actually survived his first couple of days away from home let alone made friends…or maybe companions just for now. He noticed the centaur looking at Kestrell and him and just blinked unsure why.
Wazzock continued to be herself and Alwin was astonished, to say the least, at how forward the woman could be. She also seemed to like throwing around the word friend for someone she just met. Part of him was jealous of her forwardness wishing for that trait, but part of him realized that meant attention – which was something he liked to avoid.
With curiosity winning out, Cinder will weave through the crowd to go to the table by the door with the cloaked figure and barrel-shaped man. When she gets to the table, she asks,
“Excuse me, but would you mind if I sat down for a bit? I’ve been traveling for quite some time and would love to rest my feet.”
'The large barrel-shaped block-featured man merely glowers at the tiefling, but the lean cowled figure raises its head ever so slightly at Cinder's words, responding in a bored, almost haughty and heavily accened female voice,'
"By all means, horned one. Far be it for mere circus folk to keep a traveller such as yourself from respite. Granite here won't mind, would you my large friend? Though Fell might not be so keen on your company. But then, she's always been a jealous hot-headed *****... and she's not here right now, so by all means... sit."
[OOC] perception check by Cinder. The below spoiler can be read on a score of 10 or more:
'As one of the woman's thin hands reaches out to grasp her glass of wine, you notice that her skin is ebon-black, her nails long and snow white in contrast. A single strand of whispy white hair seems to have escaped from beneath her cowl.'
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Alwin just blinks as the events transpire before him ‘Oh this is becoming an exciting adventure’ instinctively from the thought he just smiles a little. It was hard to believe that he had actually survived his first couple of days away from home let alone made friends…or maybe companions just for now. He noticed the centaur looking at Kestrell and him and just blinked unsure why.
Wazzock continued to be herself and Alwin was astonished, to say the least, at how forward the woman could be. She also seemed to like throwing around the word friend for someone she just met. Part of him was jealous of her forwardness wishing for that trait, but part of him realized that meant attention – which was something he liked to avoid.
'Perhpas sensing the half-elf's reticent nature, or perhaps just tiring of shouts and grabby hands, Myren's wife Brenna walks over and pats Alwin lightly on the shoulder, asking in a friendly voice,'
"Well, aren't you a quiet one? Tis a nice change that is, I'll tell you that for nothing. But best not to be too quite round dinner time, lest you miss out. Ha! So... boar, potatos and garlic bread for you, Mr... ? I already know you're one of them adventurers who helped us out with the cellar problem, so there's no charge for you."
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"What? Dangerous, why? This is concerning, I thought it was the place to go!"
'The gobling turns his head from the big newcomer to fix Kestrell with a baleful stare as he spits out,'
"Hmm, maybe for ye, elf-blood. Maybe it is... or maybe ye could seek your own secrets... secrets closer to hand, hmmm? for secrets lead to power. Oh yesss, yes they do! Gibbs knows this, yes I does!"
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Mazin looks down at his hands, as if just realizing he's started carving again. It's a good habit to get into, he supposes. He'll look back at the half-elf. "It will be a totem once I'm done. I'm thinking perhaps a bear. Yes, that would be good. I can give it to these fine people, maybe it will help protect them against further invasions of giant wasps."
He'll look over towards the centaur curiously. "Hello. How far away is Elmscrest. That must have been a long trip. I would offer you my seat, but, umm, do you sit on chairs? I do not know how that would work. Apologies, I believe you are the first centaurs I have ever seen."
As the tiefling and gnome pass Altani, she flashes a smile back at the tiefling, then looks at both of them as speaks to them in a low whisper.
"Dazzle anyone at this Inn and I'll trample you under my hooves. I'll be watching you both."
Altani glances back at Myren, moving around restlessly.
"No not I. We are all from the Leavenwild Plains but they are not my tribe. But you are right as to why they are hear, the Elder wishes to speak with this Alcalde Reevis."
Altani rises her mug at takes a swig, casting her eyes back at the tiefling and gnome to make sure they are not up to anything.
She looks back over at Kestrell and Mazin, taking another long swig of her ale.
"Elmscrest was a two day ride for me. I imagine it would take longer for those with only two legs. I am fine without a seat, not my style" she adds with a smile. "As for why I have traveled this way, well I am on a quest. While in Elmscrest I was informed by a swordmaster by the name of Tregaen that the half-elven son of the local lord had journeyed to Ambersilt and he may be able to aide me. I had watched yourself (nodes towards Kestrell) and your companion (nodes towards Alwin) for some time I and will confess I do not see many other half-elves. And this is the only inn in town I believe?"
'The gobling turns his head from the big newcomer to fix Kestrell with a baleful stare as he spits out,'
"Hmm, maybe for ye, elf-blood. Maybe it is... or maybe ye could seek your own secrets... secrets closer to hand, hmmm? for secrets lead to power. Oh yesss, yes they do! Gibbs knows this, yes I does!"
"Wise you are! What secrets do you have that lead to power? And where can I seek out my own secrets that are closer to hand?"
..She looks back over at Kestrell and Mazin, taking another long swig of her ale.
"Elmscrest was a two day ride for me. I imagine it would take longer for those with only two legs. I am fine without a seat, not my style" she adds with a smile. "As for why I have traveled this way, well I am on a quest. While in Elmscrest I was informed by a swordmaster by the name of Tregaen that the half-elven son of the local lord had journeyed to Ambersilt and he may be able to aide me. I had watched yourself (nodes towards Kestrell) and your companion (nodes towards Alwin) for some time I and will confess I do not see many other half-elves. And this is the only inn in town I believe?"
"As far as I know, but I'm just passing through town, myself."
'Kestrell looks at her feet.'
"I bet you don't have much use for a fine pair of leather shoes, do you?"
Alwin just gives her a faint smile“Alw.w.w.in, I try not to taaaal..”he just closes his eyes for a second “talk a lot.” She mentions what they have to serve and his stomach growls “Thhhat would be deliciiious thhhank you.” He goes a little red as he realizes what kind of sight he must be – an adventurer with a stutter, not really the quality you imagine in someone with that profession.
In a weird show of confidence from the otherwise timid half-elf Alwin stands to looks at her as if peaked by interest “Tregaen was me teach. If he sent you to me, what do you need.” This what not a question, more a statement that no matter the request he would help. Tregaen had supposedly sent this woman which meant help was needed.
Cinder looks at the woman curiously, but then takes a seat with a sigh of relief, relaxing for the first time in a while.
“So you two are part of a circus are you? How long have you been traveling with them? I’d love to hear stories about your travels.”
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'The barrel chested rock-man that the speaker called 'Granite' merely sits mute, though he nods in appreciation and digs in as the innkeeper's wife brings a plate heaped with steaming boar, roast potatos and garlic bread. The sound of his eating is somewhat disconcerting after his silence. The cloaked speaker continues,'
"Yes, indeed we are, young one. I am O'eerki by the way, the circus's... seer, for want of a better word. Granite here is our resident strongman... amongst other thigns. And you are?
I have been travelling with Arcabra for, hmm, let me see, what must it be now... ohh yes, almost one hundred years to the month. Funny how a century can pass in the blinking of an eye. Granite here's been with us for only a few years.
As for stories... well, for those you might need to come to the tent of the Great Arcabra's Greatest Amazements, for stories and other entertainments are our business...
'The woman's cowled head focuses on the distant bar as she sips her wine continuing,'
"...though it appears that we are branching out into sideshows these days."
[OOC] Cinder may make a insight check and read the below spoiler with a score of 15 or more:
'This woman speaks easily, but with a discernable note of wry humour, like one who takes pleasure in toying wit, or at least testing, others. You detect a particularly ironic note when she gives her own name. You also detect a palpable sense of dissapproval whenever she looks to the tiefling at the bar, and when she mentions this "sideshow".'
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As the tiefling and gnome pass Altani, she flashes a smile back at the tiefling, then looks at both of them as speaks to them in a low whisper.
"Dazzle anyone at this Inn and I'll trample you under my hooves. I'll be watching you both."
Altani glances back at Myren, moving around restlessly.
"No not I. We are all from the Leavenwild Plains but they are not my tribe. But you are right as to why they are hear, the Elder wishes to speak with this Alcalde Reevis."
Altani rises her mug at takes a swig, casting her eyes back at the tiefling and gnome to make sure they are not up to anything.
'The gnome merely responds with a tittering high pitched *hehehehe* as he moves away towards the far end of the bar, but the bold tiefling looks Altani in the eye with one finely trimmed eyebrow arched as she proceeds to climb atop the bar, saying in a voice thick with bored-dismissal,'
"Honey, why don't you trot along outside. I think I saw the innkeeper's wife filling the horse trough. Don't worry about missing the show... there's no fence jumping or grass eating in it whatsoever."
'You catch a clearly relieved Myren smiling in a burly half-orc's direction as the woman good-naturedly pours and distributes mugs and tankards, before the innkeep turns back to reply,'
"Ahh, the great plains. I've heard they're vast and wild, though I've never seen them myself. More of a forest man I am. And the Alcalde is a good man, so I'm sure that he and the elder will get on just fine, whatever it is they're discussing."
'With time now to catch his breath, you see Myren turns in the tiefling's direction as the shapefuly woman climbs adeptly onto the bar, smiling and winking down at the grinning men lined up at the counter.'
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"Wise you are! What secrets do you have that lead to power? And where can I seek out my own secrets that are closer to hand?"
'Gibbs the gobling grins knowingly at the half-elf, edging up to the Kestrell's side as he whispers in a breath thick with scents reminiscent of an newly abandoned slaughter house,'
"Many secrets does land hold, hmm. Young this kingdom of man. Much came before... much older powers, much yet remains... if where to look one knows. Goblins live in these lands forever! Goblins... always watching. Yes? YESSS!"
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Alwin just gives her a faint smile“Alw.w.w.in, I try not to taaaal..”he just closes his eyes for a second “talk a lot.” She mentions what they have to serve and his stomach growls “Thhhat would be deliciiious thhhank you.” He goes a little red as he realizes what kind of sight he must be – an adventurer with a stutter, not really the quality you imagine in someone with that profession.
'Brenna just smiles patiently and kindly at the stuttering half-elf, fixing a plate to place on the table before Alwin. Before she moves away to serve the table full of lizardfolk, the matronly woman pats the anxiety-afflicted adventurer on the shoulder, saying,'
"Yer most welcome, Alwwwin? Alwin! However, it's much harder to get better at something that ye never practice, deary."
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'The young woman positively beams at the huge man's compliment, though the horned man with the unnatural stare responds first, his tone nasally, almost whiny, despite his considerable height,'
"No, little they weren't. Dangerous they was. DEADLY even. But wes killed them. Killed them ALL! Could have used big man like you though... Hmm, yesss. Could have definitely used..."
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'The look on Myren's sweaty face as he looks across the dozens of heads and up-raised hands, all calling for ale, bear, wine or boar, before realising the offer that Wazzock had just made, could only be described as joyous. Nodding so emphatically that the ends of his much-twisted mustache flap with the motion, the clearly relieved innkeep replies,'
"Yes, I've been here. You probably couldn't see me over this mass of... What? Yes, yes, I've got the centaur sorted, her ale is...
What now? You'd like to help serve this lot? Well, I ahh... YES! Err, I mean... yes, yes please. That would be just fine. Mugs, tankards and glasses are beneath the counter. Kegs and casks of ale, beer and mead are down there. Wine and spirits are on those shelves there. And here... this might help let this thirsty mob know that you're assisting me behind the bar!"
'The smiling innkeeper thrusts a leather apron into Wazzock's hands. The worn and much-patched garment is embossed in the upper right corner with the same emblem painted on the sign out front - a mighty oak, growing from marsh grass and pools of water, backlit by a blazing sun.'
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'Wazzock dons the apron proudly,' "There's a good man, can't be too proud to accept help offered." 'Her ever present smile is larger than usual and she gets to work serving drinks.'
~♡~
Altani shifts as Wazzock hits her on the back, her chain vest jingling.
"Thank you... I am Altani from the Windspeaker tribe of the Leavenwild Plains...it is good to make your acquaintance Wazzock."
As Wazzock heads to the kitchen.
"Ohh I am sure they will bring me... well they are busy... he's going to..." as she watches the half-orc barge out into the kitchen and then offer to help the inn staff.
In response to Myren pouring the ale, Altani reaches into a pouch on one side of her chest and takes out five copper, placing it on the bar in a neatly stacked pile.
"Much appreciated barkeep."
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"What? Dangerous, why? This is concerning, I thought it was the place to go!"
"Sorry, I am not from around here. My village is pretty small, and we probably tend to focus on our own local troubles too much."
"Yes, it is getting quite busy in here. I have not met a centaur before. Quite fascinating. What brings you this way?"
"Hello Mazin. What are you carving there?"
'Myren has just finished speaking with the bold and brazen leather clad tiefling woman, who in turn mutters something to her comical looking gnome companion as they pass Altani, before he smiles at the centaur woman, saying,'
"No need for thanks, good woman. Tis my livelihood after all. Sorry if it's taken me some time to get to your order, or if you've had any trouble getting about in here. Reason's the same regardless - we're especially busy on account of the circus in town, which is a rarity in these parts, I assure you. Babradara's Boisterous Bananza it's called... or somesuch. Err, least I think it is.
You with those other young'ns out the front? One of them mentioned that some elder from the plains had come to town to speak with the Alcalde."
[OOC] Altani may make a perception check to overhear what the passing tiefling says to her gnome companion, reading the spoiler on a score of 10 or more:
"Same as always, Fumble. Ye work the tables and I'll dazzle'em from the front. Ol' Acabra will be might pleased with us when he wakes tomorrow, I'm tellin' ya true!"
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With curiosity winning out, Cinder will weave through the crowd to go to the table by the door with the cloaked figure and barrel-shaped man. When she gets to the table, she asks,
“Excuse me, but would you mind if I sat down for a bit? I’ve been traveling for quite some time and would love to rest my feet.”
Alwin just blinks as the events transpire before him ‘Oh this is becoming an exciting adventure’ instinctively from the thought he just smiles a little. It was hard to believe that he had actually survived his first couple of days away from home let alone made friends…or maybe companions just for now. He noticed the centaur looking at Kestrell and him and just blinked unsure why.
Wazzock continued to be herself and Alwin was astonished, to say the least, at how forward the woman could be. She also seemed to like throwing around the word friend for someone she just met. Part of him was jealous of her forwardness wishing for that trait, but part of him realized that meant attention – which was something he liked to avoid.
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'The large barrel-shaped block-featured man merely glowers at the tiefling, but the lean cowled figure raises its head ever so slightly at Cinder's words, responding in a bored, almost haughty and heavily accened female voice,'
"By all means, horned one. Far be it for mere circus folk to keep a traveller such as yourself from respite. Granite here won't mind, would you my large friend? Though Fell might not be so keen on your company. But then, she's always been a jealous hot-headed *****... and she's not here right now, so by all means... sit."
[OOC] perception check by Cinder. The below spoiler can be read on a score of 10 or more:
'As one of the woman's thin hands reaches out to grasp her glass of wine, you notice that her skin is ebon-black, her nails long and snow white in contrast. A single strand of whispy white hair seems to have escaped from beneath her cowl.'
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'Perhpas sensing the half-elf's reticent nature, or perhaps just tiring of shouts and grabby hands, Myren's wife Brenna walks over and pats Alwin lightly on the shoulder, asking in a friendly voice,'
"Well, aren't you a quiet one? Tis a nice change that is, I'll tell you that for nothing. But best not to be too quite round dinner time, lest you miss out. Ha! So... boar, potatos and garlic bread for you, Mr... ? I already know you're one of them adventurers who helped us out with the cellar problem, so there's no charge for you."
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'The gobling turns his head from the big newcomer to fix Kestrell with a baleful stare as he spits out,'
"Hmm, maybe for ye, elf-blood. Maybe it is... or maybe ye could seek your own secrets... secrets closer to hand, hmmm? for secrets lead to power. Oh yesss, yes they do! Gibbs knows this, yes I does!"
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Mazin looks down at his hands, as if just realizing he's started carving again. It's a good habit to get into, he supposes. He'll look back at the half-elf. "It will be a totem once I'm done. I'm thinking perhaps a bear. Yes, that would be good. I can give it to these fine people, maybe it will help protect them against further invasions of giant wasps."
He'll look over towards the centaur curiously. "Hello. How far away is Elmscrest. That must have been a long trip. I would offer you my seat, but, umm, do you sit on chairs? I do not know how that would work. Apologies, I believe you are the first centaurs I have ever seen."
As the tiefling and gnome pass Altani, she flashes a smile back at the tiefling, then looks at both of them as speaks to them in a low whisper.
"Dazzle anyone at this Inn and I'll trample you under my hooves. I'll be watching you both."
Altani glances back at Myren, moving around restlessly.
"No not I. We are all from the Leavenwild Plains but they are not my tribe. But you are right as to why they are hear, the Elder wishes to speak with this Alcalde Reevis."
Altani rises her mug at takes a swig, casting her eyes back at the tiefling and gnome to make sure they are not up to anything.
She looks back over at Kestrell and Mazin, taking another long swig of her ale.
"Elmscrest was a two day ride for me. I imagine it would take longer for those with only two legs. I am fine without a seat, not my style" she adds with a smile. "As for why I have traveled this way, well I am on a quest. While in Elmscrest I was informed by a swordmaster by the name of Tregaen that the half-elven son of the local lord had journeyed to Ambersilt and he may be able to aide me. I had watched yourself (nodes towards Kestrell) and your companion (nodes towards Alwin) for some time I and will confess I do not see many other half-elves. And this is the only inn in town I believe?"
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Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Cinder looks at the woman curiously, but then takes a seat with a sigh of relief, relaxing for the first time in a while.
“So you two are part of a circus are you? How long have you been traveling with them? I’d love to hear stories about your travels.”
Perception 12
"Wise you are! What secrets do you have that lead to power? And where can I seek out my own secrets that are closer to hand?"
"As far as I know, but I'm just passing through town, myself."
'Kestrell looks at her feet.'
"I bet you don't have much use for a fine pair of leather shoes, do you?"
Alwin just gives her a faint smile “Alw.w.w.in, I try not to taaaal..” he just closes his eyes for a second “talk a lot.” She mentions what they have to serve and his stomach growls “Thhhat would be deliciiious thhhank you.” He goes a little red as he realizes what kind of sight he must be – an adventurer with a stutter, not really the quality you imagine in someone with that profession.
In a weird show of confidence from the otherwise timid half-elf Alwin stands to looks at her as if peaked by interest “Tregaen was me teach. If he sent you to me, what do you need.” This what not a question, more a statement that no matter the request he would help. Tregaen had supposedly sent this woman which meant help was needed.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
'The barrel chested rock-man that the speaker called 'Granite' merely sits mute, though he nods in appreciation and digs in as the innkeeper's wife brings a plate heaped with steaming boar, roast potatos and garlic bread. The sound of his eating is somewhat disconcerting after his silence. The cloaked speaker continues,'
"Yes, indeed we are, young one. I am O'eerki by the way, the circus's... seer, for want of a better word. Granite here is our resident strongman... amongst other thigns. And you are?
I have been travelling with Arcabra for, hmm, let me see, what must it be now... ohh yes, almost one hundred years to the month. Funny how a century can pass in the blinking of an eye. Granite here's been with us for only a few years.
As for stories... well, for those you might need to come to the tent of the Great Arcabra's Greatest Amazements, for stories and other entertainments are our business...
'The woman's cowled head focuses on the distant bar as she sips her wine continuing,'
"...though it appears that we are branching out into sideshows these days."
[OOC] Cinder may make a insight check and read the below spoiler with a score of 15 or more:
'This woman speaks easily, but with a discernable note of wry humour, like one who takes pleasure in toying wit, or at least testing, others. You detect a particularly ironic note when she gives her own name. You also detect a palpable sense of dissapproval whenever she looks to the tiefling at the bar, and when she mentions this "sideshow".'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'The gnome merely responds with a tittering high pitched *hehehehe* as he moves away towards the far end of the bar, but the bold tiefling looks Altani in the eye with one finely trimmed eyebrow arched as she proceeds to climb atop the bar, saying in a voice thick with bored-dismissal,'
"Honey, why don't you trot along outside. I think I saw the innkeeper's wife filling the horse trough. Don't worry about missing the show... there's no fence jumping or grass eating in it whatsoever."
'You catch a clearly relieved Myren smiling in a burly half-orc's direction as the woman good-naturedly pours and distributes mugs and tankards, before the innkeep turns back to reply,'
"Ahh, the great plains. I've heard they're vast and wild, though I've never seen them myself. More of a forest man I am. And the Alcalde is a good man, so I'm sure that he and the elder will get on just fine, whatever it is they're discussing."
'With time now to catch his breath, you see Myren turns in the tiefling's direction as the shapefuly woman climbs adeptly onto the bar, smiling and winking down at the grinning men lined up at the counter.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'Gibbs the gobling grins knowingly at the half-elf, edging up to the Kestrell's side as he whispers in a breath thick with scents reminiscent of an newly abandoned slaughter house,'
"Many secrets does land hold, hmm. Young this kingdom of man. Much came before... much older powers, much yet remains... if where to look one knows. Goblins live in these lands forever! Goblins... always watching. Yes? YESSS!"
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'Brenna just smiles patiently and kindly at the stuttering half-elf, fixing a plate to place on the table before Alwin. Before she moves away to serve the table full of lizardfolk, the matronly woman pats the anxiety-afflicted adventurer on the shoulder, saying,'
"Yer most welcome, Alwwwin? Alwin! However, it's much harder to get better at something that ye never practice, deary."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea