Your group approaches the scene as Felosial dismisses the shamble of guards and scouts. Felosial spots you approaching. She greets you with a wary smile, “Sometimes I fear I’ll never be able to shape this lot. Anyway... why are you back to see me so soon? And weren’t there more of you yesterday? I hope nothings gone awry for you.”
(BTW - I'm interested in their answers to Alten's question about any experience with Warforged.)
Alten to Felosial
No, nothing wrong. A couple of minor wounds but they are being tended to.
Tosses the head at her feet. I told you we would let you know what we found. He nods towards the severed head. We killed four of these out in the woods. They shoot these tiny twigs - which account for the needle-like puncture marks. They also are venomous. Their backtrail seems to point to the Citadel. No idea if there are more or if this is it..
We're heading back to the Citadel now. I would certainly appreciate if you would let the mayor know what is going on. Hopefully that will be helpful to both you and the town.
It's a beautiful morning ladies. I thought we would drop this off at the jail and let the Constable know what is plaguing her town.
Is there anything either of you need to take care of in town or is this trip just going to be a quickie?
In all seriousness, have either of you ever seen anything like our "Warforge" friend. He is unlike anything I've ever encountered.
As they walk back.
"I've nothing else to take care of in town," Rees says, shrugging, "We picked up quite a few tasks, hopefully, they can all be completed as quickly as this one. As for Talien... I've never seen anything like him, no, but there were stories at the orphanage where I was raised. Another world at the intersection of the planes of existence that was marked by war and strange creatures. Not a lot of information to be found there, mind you, and probably not trustworthy. But I have a feeling if you asked him, he'd tell you what he knows, limited though that might be."
As an acolyte in training, I sometimes worked in orphanages that are sponsored by some of the affiliated faiths. Where was this orphanage?
Although I am technically an orphan, I did not grow up in an orphanage. Marta raised me, as any other mother would. No father, but Uncle Versad came around sometimes when he was on leave. Did you know your family at all?
"Further south. And no, I didn't know my family, but that's alright. I manage just fine on my own."
(ooc: Not naming the city both because Rees doesn't necessarily think it matters and because Idk which ones would be a "big city" like the one she grew up in.)
Arxius rubs her finger and thumb together through her glove, thinking of the things she has seen. She tries to remember if such a beast has ever crossed her path. The only forge she knew created nothing but pain. “Perhaps it is best not to consider him friend until he is known better,” she says. “The world is full of horrors created by men. Who knows what the purpose of this one is?”
A breeze suddenly picks up and bursts the heads of the dandelions that smatter the field. You watch as the breeze snatches up the tiny white seeds and blows them across the road. The early morning sun radiates down on you and warms your cheeks. It seems to be the start of a truly fine summer day.
Suddenly, you hear a beautiful voice start to sing. It appears seemingly out of nowhere and you shake your head for a moment unsure if it is real. The voice is accompanied by the plucking of a lute and you’re sure now it is not a figment of your imagination. After a moment you can tell the sound is quickly approaching you from the south...
Spring will return, on the road the rain will fall Hearts will be warmed by the heat of the sun It must be thus, for fire still smolders in us all An eternal fire, hope for each one
Grom doesnt need to roll hit duce but he will use his Arcane recovery to get back his 1 spent spell slot.
"So talien, what was it like?..."
What was what like? Talien replies, looking over at him, still polishing his blade while not looking at it.
Your created for war.. thats all you know. You live and breathe and are an instrument for war.... Then it's all gone it's just you and your alone in this world. And now here you find yourself in a small town taking jobs for coin
What was it truly like.... what was all out brutal war like?
Arxius rubs her finger and thumb together through her glove, thinking of the things she has seen. She tries to remember if such a beast has ever crossed her path. The only forge she knew created nothing but pain. “Perhaps it is best not to consider him friend until he is known better,” she says. “The world is full of horrors created by men. Who knows what the purpose of this one is?”
Who knows. Your approach reflects a prudent sentiment. But since he - it - he is a colleague in this endeavor, I will treat him as friendly until he gives me reason not to. Trust is another thing, entirely.
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"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Your group approaches the scene as Felosial dismisses the shamble of guards and scouts. Felosial spots you approaching. She greets you with a wary smile, “Sometimes I fear I’ll never be able to shape this lot. Anyway... why are you back to see me so soon? And weren’t there more of you yesterday? I hope nothings gone awry for you.”
(BTW - I'm interested in their answers to Alten's question about any experience with Warforged.)
Alten to Felosial
No, nothing wrong. A couple of minor wounds but they are being tended to.
Tosses the head at her feet. I told you we would let you know what we found. He nods towards the severed head. We killed four of these out in the woods. They shoot these tiny twigs - which account for the needle-like puncture marks. They also are venomous. Their backtrail seems to point to the Citadel. No idea if there are more or if this is it..
We're heading back to the Citadel now. I would certainly appreciate if you would let the mayor know what is going on. Hopefully that will be helpful to both you and the town.
The head hits the cobblestones with a dense "thud". Felosial looks down, then back up at you. She smiles and says, "Bravo, bravo. This truly makes me miss my days spent fighting on the frontier. I wish I could go to the citadel with you... alas, I am stuck with this lot," she says gesturing over to the meandering guards.
"I am glad none of you were hurt too badly. I will certainly make this report to the mayor. He will find your information most useful. But, are you sure you don't want to come with me and claim your reward now?"
Arxius is confused by Alten's assumption she and Rees are family. She looks at her friend quizzically. Though she has noticed the changeling copying certain traits she had never considered they looked similar. Perhaps it is simply because she has grown accustomed to her.
"Better to get a reward when it is offered," she says. "Things change too quickly to assume it will be waiting upon return."
"We're here, might as well go ahead and collect our payment."
In Oakhurst...
Felosial smiles again and says, "Very well.. follow me then" as she picks up the head and leads you across the way to the Town Hall. Felosial knocks on the door and the servant from the day prior answers it. She ushers you into the mayors study and goes to fetch him. Mayor Leng enters a few minutes later still wearing a blue silken nightcap and gown. He looks irritated. Wiping sleep from his eyes he snaps, "This better be good Felosial.. it is still very early!"
Mimicking Alten, Felosial drops the blight head on the floor with a "thud". It rolls a little and stops at mayor's slippers. The mayor lets out a gasp and jumps back in fright. "What in the nine hells is this!?" He yells. Felosial just stands there and smiles for a moment before replying, "These fine adventurers have discovered what's behind the killings and were even kind enough to handle the matter for us... something the guard could have done a week ago would you have properly funded us!"
Though the mayor is taken aback he recovers shortly and retorts, "I have already given you eight additional guard. What more will you have of me?"
Felosial shakes her head, "You have given me nothing but untrained farmers.. but this is a matter for another time. These fine people are here to report their findings and collect what they are owed."
The mayor sighs, "Yes, yes.. what'd I say 50 gold pieces?"
Grom doesnt need to roll hit duce but he will use his Arcane recovery to get back his 1 spent spell slot.
"So talien, what was it like?..."
What was what like? Talien replies, looking over at him, still polishing his blade while not looking at it.
Your created for war.. thats all you know. You live and breathe and are an instrument for war.... Then it's all gone it's just you and your alone in this world. And now here you find yourself in a small town taking jobs for coin
What was it truly like.... what was all out brutal war like?
It just is what it is. I live to do what I want now, and I want to collect coin and fight in the war.
The music ends as the man singing spots you from a little ways down the road. As he approaches you can see he is wearing a lavish deep purple tunic with blue and orange trim. His fine features give him an elven like quality, but you can tell he is human by his lazy gait. He hails you and calls out as he approaches, "Well now! ...Is that a fellow bard I hear, well met Sir! You matched my pitch and tone perfectly! Wherever did you learn to play like that? I tip my hat to you!" He says with a bow as he tosses you a gold coin.
"I am Calendula Officinalis, but you may call me Marigold! And whom do I owe the pleasure this fine summer day?"
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What was what like? Talien replies, looking over at him, still polishing his blade while not looking at it.
Warforged Fighter Talien
(BTW - I'm interested in their answers to Alten's question about any experience with Warforged.)
Alten to Felosial
No, nothing wrong. A couple of minor wounds but they are being tended to.
Tosses the head at her feet. I told you we would let you know what we found. He nods towards the severed head. We killed four of these out in the woods. They shoot these tiny twigs - which account for the needle-like puncture marks. They also are venomous. Their backtrail seems to point to the Citadel. No idea if there are more or if this is it..
We're heading back to the Citadel now. I would certainly appreciate if you would let the mayor know what is going on. Hopefully that will be helpful to both you and the town.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
As they walk back.
"I've nothing else to take care of in town," Rees says, shrugging, "We picked up quite a few tasks, hopefully, they can all be completed as quickly as this one. As for Talien... I've never seen anything like him, no, but there were stories at the orphanage where I was raised. Another world at the intersection of the planes of existence that was marked by war and strange creatures. Not a lot of information to be found there, mind you, and probably not trustworthy. But I have a feeling if you asked him, he'd tell you what he knows, limited though that might be."
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
As an acolyte in training, I sometimes worked in orphanages that are sponsored by some of the affiliated faiths. Where was this orphanage?
Although I am technically an orphan, I did not grow up in an orphanage. Marta raised me, as any other mother would. No father, but Uncle Versad came around sometimes when he was on leave. Did you know your family at all?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
"Further south. And no, I didn't know my family, but that's alright. I manage just fine on my own."
(ooc: Not naming the city both because Rees doesn't necessarily think it matters and because Idk which ones would be a "big city" like the one she grew up in.)
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
Arxius rubs her finger and thumb together through her glove, thinking of the things she has seen. She tries to remember if such a beast has ever crossed her path. The only forge she knew created nothing but pain. “Perhaps it is best not to consider him friend until he is known better,” she says. “The world is full of horrors created by men. Who knows what the purpose of this one is?”
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
Meanwhile back on the Old Road...
A breeze suddenly picks up and bursts the heads of the dandelions that smatter the field. You watch as the breeze snatches up the tiny white seeds and blows them across the road. The early morning sun radiates down on you and warms your cheeks. It seems to be the start of a truly fine summer day.
Suddenly, you hear a beautiful voice start to sing. It appears seemingly out of nowhere and you shake your head for a moment unsure if it is real. The voice is accompanied by the plucking of a lute and you’re sure now it is not a figment of your imagination. After a moment you can tell the sound is quickly approaching you from the south...
Spring will return, on the road the rain will fall
Hearts will be warmed by the heat of the sun
It must be thus, for fire still smolders in us all
An eternal fire, hope for each one
Your created for war.. thats all you know. You live and breathe and are an instrument for war.... Then it's all gone it's just you and your alone in this world. And now here you find yourself in a small town taking jobs for coin
What was it truly like.... what was all out brutal war like?
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
"Further south. And no, I didn't know my family, but that's alright. I manage just fine on my own."
To Rees
Family is what you make it, in my experience. So you two are't family? How long have the two of you been traveling together?
Who knows. Your approach reflects a prudent sentiment. But since he - it - he is a colleague in this endeavor, I will treat him as friendly until he gives me reason not to. Trust is another thing, entirely.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Chatra knowing the lullaby plays his lute and sings the the song too. It creates a ambience that is quite eerie.
The head hits the cobblestones with a dense "thud". Felosial looks down, then back up at you. She smiles and says, "Bravo, bravo. This truly makes me miss my days spent fighting on the frontier. I wish I could go to the citadel with you... alas, I am stuck with this lot," she says gesturing over to the meandering guards.
"I am glad none of you were hurt too badly. I will certainly make this report to the mayor. He will find your information most useful. But, are you sure you don't want to come with me and claim your reward now?"
Reward is good What do you think Arxius, Rees?
Hopefully, it won't take long. We've got to get back to our comrades. They're awaiting our return.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
"We're here, might as well go ahead and collect our payment."
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
Make a performance check please.
performance 18
(f ya !!! Nat 20!!)
Arxius is confused by Alten's assumption she and Rees are family. She looks at her friend quizzically. Though she has noticed the changeling copying certain traits she had never considered they looked similar. Perhaps it is simply because she has grown accustomed to her.
"Better to get a reward when it is offered," she says. "Things change too quickly to assume it will be waiting upon return."
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
In Oakhurst...
Felosial smiles again and says, "Very well.. follow me then" as she picks up the head and leads you across the way to the Town Hall. Felosial knocks on the door and the servant from the day prior answers it. She ushers you into the mayors study and goes to fetch him. Mayor Leng enters a few minutes later still wearing a blue silken nightcap and gown. He looks irritated. Wiping sleep from his eyes he snaps, "This better be good Felosial.. it is still very early!"
Mimicking Alten, Felosial drops the blight head on the floor with a "thud". It rolls a little and stops at mayor's slippers. The mayor lets out a gasp and jumps back in fright. "What in the nine hells is this!?" He yells. Felosial just stands there and smiles for a moment before replying, "These fine adventurers have discovered what's behind the killings and were even kind enough to handle the matter for us... something the guard could have done a week ago would you have properly funded us!"
Though the mayor is taken aback he recovers shortly and retorts, "I have already given you eight additional guard. What more will you have of me?"
Felosial shakes her head, "You have given me nothing but untrained farmers.. but this is a matter for another time. These fine people are here to report their findings and collect what they are owed."
The mayor sighs, "Yes, yes.. what'd I say 50 gold pieces?"
It just is what it is. I live to do what I want now, and I want to collect coin and fight in the war.
Warforged Fighter Talien
He said 200 gp when Grom and I were here. What roll do you want me to make - persuasion, history, intimidation?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
At the Old Road..
The music ends as the man singing spots you from a little ways down the road. As he approaches you can see he is wearing a lavish deep purple tunic with blue and orange trim. His fine features give him an elven like quality, but you can tell he is human by his lazy gait. He hails you and calls out as he approaches, "Well now! ...Is that a fellow bard I hear, well met Sir! You matched my pitch and tone perfectly! Wherever did you learn to play like that? I tip my hat to you!" He says with a bow as he tosses you a gold coin.
"I am Calendula Officinalis, but you may call me Marigold! And whom do I owe the pleasure this fine summer day?"