The artisans inform Gnoll that there is a leatherworker who usually spends his time curing hides and tanning them out by the beach, hanging them out by his shop once they have been treated so those who are interested know what will be available in the upcoming days.
Korvek (and any others who may want to join him) goes to try and find the gnome captain that sent them off on this journey. Headed to the hall they were appointed the task, there appears to be still a handful of groups from the refugees who are speaking with a different group of gnomes, but the captain isn't in sight. Upon enquiring, apparently the captain has been called away and will be back tomorrow, but there are other members of the city guard who can help him in the meantime.
Mord and Trumann head off towards the shrines. They are in a similar state as they were this morning, with a few people coming and giving their prayers before sunset to the likes of moon goddesses and sea gods to ensure that those out on the sea tonight have a safe journey.
Tahia's going to go with the Korvek, keeping an eye out for any refugees who look like they might also be devotees of the Raven Queen or the same race as Trumann.
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Tahia checks the area, there doesn't appear to be any other Loxodon in the vicinity.
With little much to do outside of giving their report, the group can reconvene back at the house they are staying at or the tavern for a quick drink before bed. (I'll probably not be able to post for near a week, so feel free to do some bonding time etc. and talk between characters about aspirations, goals, etc.)
As Trumann and Mord walk through the shrines, Trumann looks down at his new friend, "Patience is a weird thing friend. When dealing with the passing of souls, and assisting then along their journey, I can wait as long as it takes, offering comfort, and just being their for as long as needed. I have never done much "adventuring", and I'm not sure I'm really cut out for it. So many things I do not not understand. If my Queens has given me a task, how do I stay patient and wait? I have dedicated my life to following her tenants, and now she has spoken to me, asked me to do something, and now I must wait? Those who are passing, are so much easier to deal with." Trumann shakes his head sadly.
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
With some evening prayers and a brief report provided to the town guard, the group can retire for the evening and return home.
On their way back, there appears to be some commotion just down the street. Looking down the street, an elven man is knocked to the ground by a pair of dwarves in heavy armour, bearing tabards showing emblems of the Daverro Empire army. It looks like a superficial blow, not intended to cause wounds. Behind the armoured dwarves is a tall and slender human man with a clean shaven head, garbed in fine clothing that denotes the Daverron nobility.
"Bastard, it's the Emperor's fault all this happened!" The elf slowly gets to his feet, wiping where he was struck on his face. "You scum should be in cells, not parading down the streets like you own the place!"
"You assume much, pauper." The noble man states calmly. "Now move out of our way or my men will force you to move."
(For reference, the party is probably about 60-70 ft. away, just coming around the corner as they witness this.)
Tahia, feel free to make a Wisdom (Insight) check. The passive perception reveals that you cannot see any emblem or heraldry from your current perspective, but that might be that the elf's back is to the party.
Based on accent, skin tone, etc. it is likely this elven man is one of the refugees from Sarrok. For the vast majority of people it is hard to forgive-and-forget as until a few weeks ago both nations were at war.
Can Gnoll try to circle around the incident, so that he is around 60 feet behind the Noble. I would argue that Nimble escape and my small sice allow me to move rather quickly through the crowd.
Tvon'ii looks up intrigued and starts making his way forward with the rest of the party. He eyes the dwarves and noble trying to remember where he might have seen that face before...
The street isn't particularly busy, and several people are backing away from this apparent conflict. Given it is a mostly straight road, Gnoll could potentially attempt to get closer by scurrying around the buildings or beneath them as most of the buildings are on stilts due to its coastal location. (He can make a Dexterity (Stealth) check to attempt to go unnoticed by the four individuals (DC 13).
Tvon'ii:
As one who comes from an honourable background within the nobility of the northern continent, can tell that this individual is a member of the Daverron high courts. Back home he would have held a lot of power and able to pass judgement on those within the emperor's judiciary. Whilst he hasn't met them all or necessarily could put names to faces, this one looks like it could be Judge Albaran, well known for his gaunt features and seemingly lack of empathy.
The two dwarves would most likely be enforcers, those who are sent by the judges to exact the justice of the empire as well as ensure the safety of those who are in those higher positions. They would be hard to persuade to do anything outside of the judge's instructions.
The little goblin manages to skulk and sneak beneath the houses almost silently, seemingly not noticed by the dwarves or the man. He is about 25 ft. away from the group at this point.
"You need to pay for all your tragedies. It's your fault so many died!" The elf yells at the nobleman.
"What I did was for empire and our safety. You know not what you talk about." The man says, his voice cold and seemingly devoid of emotion. "Now I will ask again, move aside." The two dwarves take a step forward, their armoured frames almost like a barrier moving forward.
Trumann will step in front of the elf between he and the dwarves, Easy now, we are guests here, and have to act as such, these people were kind enoguh to take us in. Lots of terrible things happened over there. But this kind of behavior solves nothing. You sir," addressing the noble, "are a refugee, like the rest of us, but more that that a leader. In these troubles times you should be working to pick your people up, not knocking them down. And you," the elf, "does your anger towards the man serve you right now? What good comes from confrontation in the state that we are in. I understand your anger, these are trying times. Use that anger to get back on your feet, forge your new life." Trumann pauses for a second, "Perhaps you could help me, if you have the time, I am looking for another Loxodon, my mother in fact, perhaps in your free time you could search the docks for her? It would be greatly appreciated.
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
"Stay out of this!" The elf snaps at Trumann, his face glances back. There is a horrible scar on his face, obviously a battle scar that has only recently recovered. "Because of this monster," He points at the main, the dwarves raise their shields at the ready. "My village was attacked. My wife... and Belletia..."
The man coldly just moves his glance from the elf to the party. "As you can see this man is in hysterics and obviously suffering from post trauma. Now excuse us, I have other places to be rather than being yelled at by some pauper who blames the world for his shortcomings."
"Bastard!" The elf rushes forward, but the two dwarves bash their shields, knocking the elf away and onto his back. He cries out from the shock, but doesn't look badly harmed.
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Tvon'ii nods politely to the trio from Daverro as they move past. "Judge, gentlemen." He says as a simple greeting, the latter in Dwarvish. Tvon'ii crouches down to the elf and offers a hand to help him up.
"The Loxodon is right. We've got to put our past rivalries behind us, but the pain of losing...The pain of loss isn't easy to put away like that, right? So how about this offer. Take the hand of an enemy and we start moving forward together, or you can slug me and maybe you'll feel better for a bit."The wizard doesn't seem particularly worried about taking a punch though it might not be clear if that is from confidence or grit.
The elf man rejects the hand up, getting to his feet by his own accord. "I wasn't there to protect my family." He says, his tone with a dark remorse. "Fighting in battles I didn't even care about. But mark my words, I will have vengeance for them." He strides away, headed past the party and down the street.
(Can Korvek make a mental note to remember that elf's face?)
The wound on the elf's face is fairly distinctive, so it shouldn't be too hard to recognise it later on.
The tall man sighs, "Another death threat, lovely..." He then looks to his dwarven escort. "Shall we? I don't think there's much else to wait for in this wretched town. I want to be able to leave as soon as the path to the capital is opened again."
The dwarves make a small salute, "Yes sir!" They say in unison, as if they had done so countless times before.
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The artisans inform Gnoll that there is a leatherworker who usually spends his time curing hides and tanning them out by the beach, hanging them out by his shop once they have been treated so those who are interested know what will be available in the upcoming days.
Korvek (and any others who may want to join him) goes to try and find the gnome captain that sent them off on this journey. Headed to the hall they were appointed the task, there appears to be still a handful of groups from the refugees who are speaking with a different group of gnomes, but the captain isn't in sight. Upon enquiring, apparently the captain has been called away and will be back tomorrow, but there are other members of the city guard who can help him in the meantime.
Mord and Trumann head off towards the shrines. They are in a similar state as they were this morning, with a few people coming and giving their prayers before sunset to the likes of moon goddesses and sea gods to ensure that those out on the sea tonight have a safe journey.
Tahia's going to go with the Korvek, keeping an eye out for any refugees who look like they might also be devotees of the Raven Queen or the same race as Trumann.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
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Tahia checks the area, there doesn't appear to be any other Loxodon in the vicinity.
With little much to do outside of giving their report, the group can reconvene back at the house they are staying at or the tavern for a quick drink before bed. (I'll probably not be able to post for near a week, so feel free to do some bonding time etc. and talk between characters about aspirations, goals, etc.)
As Trumann and Mord walk through the shrines, Trumann looks down at his new friend, "Patience is a weird thing friend. When dealing with the passing of souls, and assisting then along their journey, I can wait as long as it takes, offering comfort, and just being their for as long as needed. I have never done much "adventuring", and I'm not sure I'm really cut out for it. So many things I do not not understand. If my Queens has given me a task, how do I stay patient and wait? I have dedicated my life to following her tenants, and now she has spoken to me, asked me to do something, and now I must wait? Those who are passing, are so much easier to deal with." Trumann shakes his head sadly.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
With some evening prayers and a brief report provided to the town guard, the group can retire for the evening and return home.
On their way back, there appears to be some commotion just down the street. Looking down the street, an elven man is knocked to the ground by a pair of dwarves in heavy armour, bearing tabards showing emblems of the Daverro Empire army. It looks like a superficial blow, not intended to cause wounds. Behind the armoured dwarves is a tall and slender human man with a clean shaven head, garbed in fine clothing that denotes the Daverron nobility.
"Bastard, it's the Emperor's fault all this happened!" The elf slowly gets to his feet, wiping where he was struck on his face. "You scum should be in cells, not parading down the streets like you own the place!"
"You assume much, pauper." The noble man states calmly. "Now move out of our way or my men will force you to move."
(For reference, the party is probably about 60-70 ft. away, just coming around the corner as they witness this.)
Is it possible to tell from dress, insignia, accent, etc, where the elven man is from? (passive perception 19)
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Tahia, feel free to make a Wisdom (Insight) check. The passive perception reveals that you cannot see any emblem or heraldry from your current perspective, but that might be that the elf's back is to the party.
Insight check (passive 13): 5
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Based on accent, skin tone, etc. it is likely this elven man is one of the refugees from Sarrok. For the vast majority of people it is hard to forgive-and-forget as until a few weeks ago both nations were at war.
Can Gnoll try to circle around the incident, so that he is around 60 feet behind the Noble. I would argue that Nimble escape and my small sice allow me to move rather quickly through the crowd.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Tvon'ii looks up intrigued and starts making his way forward with the rest of the party. He eyes the dwarves and noble trying to remember where he might have seen that face before...
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The street isn't particularly busy, and several people are backing away from this apparent conflict. Given it is a mostly straight road, Gnoll could potentially attempt to get closer by scurrying around the buildings or beneath them as most of the buildings are on stilts due to its coastal location. (He can make a Dexterity (Stealth) check to attempt to go unnoticed by the four individuals (DC 13).
Tvon'ii:
As one who comes from an honourable background within the nobility of the northern continent, can tell that this individual is a member of the Daverron high courts. Back home he would have held a lot of power and able to pass judgement on those within the emperor's judiciary. Whilst he hasn't met them all or necessarily could put names to faces, this one looks like it could be Judge Albaran, well known for his gaunt features and seemingly lack of empathy.
The two dwarves would most likely be enforcers, those who are sent by the judges to exact the justice of the empire as well as ensure the safety of those who are in those higher positions. They would be hard to persuade to do anything outside of the judge's instructions.
Dex (stealth)10
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]The little goblin manages to skulk and sneak beneath the houses almost silently, seemingly not noticed by the dwarves or the man. He is about 25 ft. away from the group at this point.
"You need to pay for all your tragedies. It's your fault so many died!" The elf yells at the nobleman.
"What I did was for empire and our safety. You know not what you talk about." The man says, his voice cold and seemingly devoid of emotion. "Now I will ask again, move aside." The two dwarves take a step forward, their armoured frames almost like a barrier moving forward.
Once we are close enough to intercede.
Trumann will step in front of the elf between he and the dwarves, Easy now, we are guests here, and have to act as such, these people were kind enoguh to take us in. Lots of terrible things happened over there. But this kind of behavior solves nothing. You sir," addressing the noble, "are a refugee, like the rest of us, but more that that a leader. In these troubles times you should be working to pick your people up, not knocking them down. And you," the elf, "does your anger towards the man serve you right now? What good comes from confrontation in the state that we are in. I understand your anger, these are trying times. Use that anger to get back on your feet, forge your new life." Trumann pauses for a second, "Perhaps you could help me, if you have the time, I am looking for another Loxodon, my mother in fact, perhaps in your free time you could search the docks for her? It would be greatly appreciated.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
"Stay out of this!" The elf snaps at Trumann, his face glances back. There is a horrible scar on his face, obviously a battle scar that has only recently recovered. "Because of this monster," He points at the main, the dwarves raise their shields at the ready. "My village was attacked. My wife... and Belletia..."
The man coldly just moves his glance from the elf to the party. "As you can see this man is in hysterics and obviously suffering from post trauma. Now excuse us, I have other places to be rather than being yelled at by some pauper who blames the world for his shortcomings."
"Bastard!" The elf rushes forward, but the two dwarves bash their shields, knocking the elf away and onto his back. He cries out from the shock, but doesn't look badly harmed.
Tvon'ii nods politely to the trio from Daverro as they move past. "Judge, gentlemen." He says as a simple greeting, the latter in Dwarvish. Tvon'ii crouches down to the elf and offers a hand to help him up.
"The Loxodon is right. We've got to put our past rivalries behind us, but the pain of losing...The pain of loss isn't easy to put away like that, right? So how about this offer. Take the hand of an enemy and we start moving forward together, or you can slug me and maybe you'll feel better for a bit." The wizard doesn't seem particularly worried about taking a punch though it might not be clear if that is from confidence or grit.
Persuasion: 12
((Tvon'ii won't try to dodge a punch but he isn't trying to get punched!))
The elf man rejects the hand up, getting to his feet by his own accord. "I wasn't there to protect my family." He says, his tone with a dark remorse. "Fighting in battles I didn't even care about. But mark my words, I will have vengeance for them." He strides away, headed past the party and down the street.
(Can Korvek make a mental note to remember that elf's face?)
The wound on the elf's face is fairly distinctive, so it shouldn't be too hard to recognise it later on.
The tall man sighs, "Another death threat, lovely..." He then looks to his dwarven escort. "Shall we? I don't think there's much else to wait for in this wretched town. I want to be able to leave as soon as the path to the capital is opened again."
The dwarves make a small salute, "Yes sir!" They say in unison, as if they had done so countless times before.