Inza looked at the bottle of water as it began to float up his physic abilities making it move towards him as he took a drink of it "as long as it stupid sure"
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Kale watches with interest as Cicero pulls out his cards and lays them on the table. "Is this reading for all of us?" He's never been the superstitious sort, but he's also never been in a city cut off from the outside world, with a heart of evil, surrounded by apparently flesh-eating mists, and indecisive street placement. The latter was already largely impossible in his mind, but if the barkeep wasn't lying, then it was better to keep his ears open and his mouth shut for the time being, and gather what information he could.
As Cicero stares at the cards, Kale takes a moment to glance over the taproom, searching for a window to see if he can get a glimpse of what Elysium looks like for himself. He also sizes up his companions; the githyanki makes a good first impression, acting as openly curt as Kale himself feels. The beautiful woman with the bedhead catches his eye, but now's not the time for that - for all he knows, she could've been the one responsible for sending him here. The hairless mage seemed about as clueless as mages typically tended to be, but at least he was already a font of information - if he knew what planes existed, he might eventually be able to explain what the hell was going on in this city. The armor-plated warrior was single-mindedly focused on making the best of a bad situation; Kale grinned from under the lip of his mug as he sipped at the ale that had been offered to him. Anyone who knew that alcohol made everything better at least had his priorities straight. The last woman, however, set his teeth on edge. There was something about her... something the way she didn't speak, something in her bearing, that he recognized instantly: affected superiority. He tamped down on his growing distaste; no matter who these people were, it would be best not to make any enemies just yet.
The barkeep shuffles his deck, then lays out cards, in a cross shape, a card at the top, two cards next to each other, then two more cards, one below the other.
1 2 3 4 5
The man's eyes go blank and his voice takes on an unusual tempo. He seems to be in a trance of some sort.
He flips over card one, saying... "1 of Swords — Avenger... There was a wicked man, and he had a wicked blade. The treasure lies in a shallow grave, covered by white flowers."
He then flips over the second card saying... "5 of Coins — Guild Member... If nothing seems right, look for what is left. The book shall explain all. Ah! The treasure you seek is already for sale. Head to the auction house, and pay the price."
He then flips over the third card... "1 of Coins — Swashbuckler... A fetching mirror is a fetching choice. It will bring about the end, one way or another. I see an invisible man, in a place of madness. The treasure lies on his person."
Next he flips the fourth card... "Seer... This card sheds light on a missing girl, who’s fate must become known. Ah, the Etchings! How beautiful and terrible. To swim adrift in the knowledge of eternity, and burn in the fires of mercy!"
He flips over the last card... "Donjon... You face great darkness, and you cannot succeed alone. Seek it out, but be wary. This card reveals its true intentions. Buried deep, and guarded by magick stranger than you know. The sky weeps for what it knows, but more for all that has been lost. It needs freedom."
After finishing with the reading, the barkeep sweeps the cards back into the deck, and his trance ends. he blinks several times, then nods to you. "I hope you learned something useful... Before you ask, I do not recall any of the reading myself."
There’s a piano in the corner, played by a man with no hands. Sadly, his disability renders him particularly unsuitable for this hobby, a fact he does not let dissuade him
Outside the windows you see a city street, with a heavy downpour blocking sight of much of anything outside. from what you can see no one currently is walking the street.
Kale stiffens slightly as Cicero delivers his reading. "Trances are never a good sign," he mutters under his breath. "That reading didn't sound like it was so much about us, but more about the current state of the city, to be honest. If things are constantly moving and shifting here as you said they were, then perhaps what you just did now might have given... whatever it is that's out there... some definition. For better of for worse." He takes in those who've gathered round. "My name's Kale, by the way. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I don't believe many of us are very pleased at the moment. I know I've had better days." He waits to see if anyone responds, before conntinuing.
"How did the rest of you come to find yourselves here? If there's no way in or out of this city as Cicero says, we may have each experienced something similar. And what do any of you make of this reading? It sounds almost as if we were given advice on how to get ourselves out of this pickle to me, but I can barely make heads or tails of it."
The piano in the corner strikes a particularly discordant note, and Kale looks over in irritation at the performer, about to comment on the man's lack of finesse. He stops, blinking, as he realizes the pianist is banging away with the stumps of his arms. With a sigh, he mutters under his breath and waves his hand, casting prestidigitation to compliment the pianist's lackluster tune and turn the jarring notes into something more melodic.
(OoC: oh cool, many thanks) Soveliss pets the feathered head of his raven as he gives an interested to look to Cicero as he tells their fate. Divination magic was a strange school, though it wasn't infallible, it was wise to head any warning or directions granted through it. Looking to Kale as he spoke, he lifts his chin in a faint nod, "A pleasure to meet you Kale, my name is Soveliss. As for how I am here, I expect it is the same as the rest of our present company arrived. We appear to have been whisked away....pardon me, I'm going to investigate our surroundings." Soveliss momentarily stands up and cracks the door open enough to let his Raven outside, then closes the door and sits back down. "I'll be right back." With that his eyes roll back and glow with a faint light as he attempts to see through the eyes and ears of his familiar.
The White woman finally made a sound - with a sigh, as if she had to make an effort: "Kale..." her voice she also kept cool like a sea breeze, "you must be new to dreamwalking. Most people are, do not be ashamed of it. The key thing to do here is to accept things as they are. Irrational can not be rational, but you still can learn to live with it. If ceiling is the floor and going forward means to go back - so be it. Just accept it, or you will hurt yourself and waste your strength in pointless fight. Dream will let you go, when it lets you go - no sooner, no later."
She took a deep breath, probably annoyed by necessity of speaking out loud, and continued: "Do think the reading is a way the Dream talks to us. I would assume it wants us to work together to do ... strange, all of this about the treasure of a sort? Have to admit, though, that "book" sounds intriguing. Do you think we can begin with the auction?"
"My name is Al-Ashari," she smiled calmly as if everything around truly did not bother her.
“Hakim Whitegaze. As for how I got here, I couldn’t say, fell asleep on a beach, woke up here. Like you said, I’ve had better days, but I’ve had worse ones too, just have to make the best of what you’re dealt, no pun intended,” nodding at the tarot cards. “Well, if those cards are telling us the way out of here and should be taken literally, seems we’ll have to go find this auction house. Cicero, could give us direc... Nevermind, if the streets change, directions probably won’t help, will they? Oh, well, guess we should try and make ourselves presentable at least.” And he’ll start pulling off his armor, revealing dark, well used leathers underneath, and start shaking out the sand from his armor and clothing. Afterwards, he’ll reach his entire arm into his rather small bag and pull out a dozen javelins, arranging them into an empty quiver that had been unnoticed under his cloak. Looking up at the attractive woman in dark clothes still fighting her hair, he’ll reach back into the bag for a small mirror and offer it to her. Finally, he’ll pull out a pair of boots with little wings on the ankles, changing into them, and a helmet matching the armor, except that the normal visor has been modified with a strange set of goggles. “Are we ready?”
A note on your familiars... They appear a bit different here in this strange place. Their skin, or feathers, are slick and oily. They also have over-large eyes.
As the raven heads through the door, it is pounded by the rain downpouring outside. Struggling up, it flies against the rain, but finds the going very hard. Staying within 100 feet of its master, the bird finds mostly empty streets, with the very few out scurrying quickly with heads down against the rain, and nervously looking around themselves. After a few moments the raven lands on the roof of the tavern, where another black bird lands next to it. the new bird croaks out the words... "Death... Death to you all..." It looks like some variant species of raven.
The barkeep glances over when someone mentions an auction. "The only auction place is Fiddle & Blind’s Auctions." He considers for a moment. "Normally it can be found under Gloomwrought Bridge, though, as with most things here, that is likely to change."
When prestidigitation is cast to make the music sound better,, the magical music has an undercurrent of ghostly cries, just barely audable throughout the music as it plays.
"Oh, and most spells have different reactions when cast here." The barkeep says, glancing towards the caster of prestidigitation.
"This place is the assassin of joy," Kale replies in response, pulling out a candle out of his bag and casting prestidigitation again just to make sure it lights up, extinguishing it almost immediately afterwards once he's satisfied with what he's observed. Cicero seems unperturbed, or maybe rather resigned to his fate; between that and what Al-Ashari said about dreamwalking, Kale figures that everyone is likely unwillingly trapped here.
" 'If nothing seems right, look for what's left,' huh? I agree that visiting this auction makes the most sense right now, though I'm not sure the currency they ply here is something as simple as coin. I wouldn't be surprised if this auction asks the audience to give up bits of their soul, or pieces of their body in trade... assuming that they trade in items at all. Still, it's the least regretful sounding of all the options. Although it seems to me that finding out why we're here, and how to get out, lies within the clues earthed by that Donjon card."
He takes a deep breath, looking at the members gathered around the table to watch the reading, then pitches his voice to reach these strangers bound together by a strange fate, in an attempt to be an *inspiring leader* (feat). "Listen. I know we don't trust each other. We have no reason to; we're not even sure why we're here or for what purpose." He pulls out his bandore and begins to strum it as he weaves in and out of the others, plucking out a tune that somehow doesn't clash too badly with the spooky piano music.
"It seems clear enough that in the madness out there, the last vestiges of sanity should at least try to stick together. It's not a matter of getting along or being friends at this point." He spends a few more minutes walking around each of the six individuals standing around the table, taking the time to look each in the eye - even if Soveliss's are otherwise occupied at the moment. His ears are still open, at least.
"It's about not having this city using our innards as wall paint when we step out those doors. So let's work together to figure out what in the hells is going on out there... even if we're trapped in them ourselves. What say you?" He draws out the next few notes of this extended song, still pacing about the room and waiting for everyone's answer.
OOC: Everyone can add on 20 temporary HP until their next short rest.
"This place is the assassin of joy," Kale replies in response, pulling out a candle out of his bag and casting prestidigitation again just to make sure it lights up, extinguishing it almost immediately afterwards once he's satisfied with what he's observed. Cicero seems unperturbed, or maybe rather resigned to his fate; between that and what Al-Ashari said about dreamwalking, Kale figures that everyone is likely unwillingly trapped here.
" 'If nothing seems right, look for what's left,' huh? I agree that visiting this auction makes the most sense right now, though I'm not sure the currency they ply here is something as simple as coin. I wouldn't be surprised if this auction asks the audience to give up bits of their soul, or pieces of their body in trade... assuming that they trade in items at all. Still, it's the least regretful sounding of all the options. Although it seems to me that finding out why we're here, and how to get out, lies within the clues earthed by that Donjon card."
He takes a deep breath, looking at the members gathered around the table to watch the reading, then pitches his voice to reach these strangers bound together by a strange fate, in an attempt to be an *inspiring leader* (feat). "Listen. I know we don't trust each other. We have no reason to; we're not even sure why we're here or for what purpose." He pulls out his bandore and begins to strum it as he weaves in and out of the others, plucking out a tune that somehow doesn't clash too badly with the spooky piano music.
"It seems clear enough that in the madness out there, the last vestiges of sanity should at least try to stick together. It's not a matter of getting along or being friends at this point." He spends a few more minutes walking around each of the six individuals standing around the table, taking the time to look each in the eye - even if Soveliss's are otherwise occupied at the moment. His ears are still open, at least.
"It's about not having this city using our innards as wall paint when we step out those doors. So let's work together to figure out what in the hells is going on out there... even if we're trapped in them ourselves. What say you?" He draws out the next few notes of this extended song, still pacing about the room and waiting for everyone's answer.
OOC: Everyone can add on 20 temporary HP until their next short rest.
When you light the candle the flames are a sickly green in color.
"Coins?" The barkeep says with a glance to the group. "The only real currency here is in silver coins. People will take gold, and it is still worth ten silvers, but they will take that to the bank and have it traded for silver at the first chance."
Heading to the door, Whitegaze will pause and look to Cicero, "Why silver? Is there something we should know, or perhaps there's some reason we should keep some on ourselves?"
"Silver for its properties that abjure creatures of darkness." The barkeep says with a shrug. "I'd suggest you try to get to a bank yourself, and exchange any gold you have there, since there are quite a few people who will not accept gold, since it would mean that trip to the bank themselves, and few people like to go anywhere if they can help it."
Inza let out a small sigh before shaking his head some "if we're all trapped here we might as well work to find a way out..." he then turns to the barkeeper "are there any effects psyonics have here"
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"How would you proceed, should you want to get to the auction? Or to any place that could shift to another?" The voice was again only in barkeeper's head while Al-Ashari was stroking weasel's strangely oily fur.
"Oh, I do trust you, do not worry yourself Kale Fencan," that was definitely cool slow voice of Al-Ashari in Kale's head, even though she did not even look in his direction. "I would say other's do to, at least on surface."
Inza looked at the bottle of water as it began to float up his physic abilities making it move towards him as he took a drink of it "as long as it stupid sure"
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Going to move ahead witht eh reading...
Cards:
1. 2,4
2. 2,5
3. 3,10
4. 2
5. 13
Kale watches with interest as Cicero pulls out his cards and lays them on the table. "Is this reading for all of us?" He's never been the superstitious sort, but he's also never been in a city cut off from the outside world, with a heart of evil, surrounded by apparently flesh-eating mists, and indecisive street placement. The latter was already largely impossible in his mind, but if the barkeep wasn't lying, then it was better to keep his ears open and his mouth shut for the time being, and gather what information he could.
As Cicero stares at the cards, Kale takes a moment to glance over the taproom, searching for a window to see if he can get a glimpse of what Elysium looks like for himself. He also sizes up his companions; the githyanki makes a good first impression, acting as openly curt as Kale himself feels. The beautiful woman with the bedhead catches his eye, but now's not the time for that - for all he knows, she could've been the one responsible for sending him here. The hairless mage seemed about as clueless as mages typically tended to be, but at least he was already a font of information - if he knew what planes existed, he might eventually be able to explain what the hell was going on in this city. The armor-plated warrior was single-mindedly focused on making the best of a bad situation; Kale grinned from under the lip of his mug as he sipped at the ale that had been offered to him. Anyone who knew that alcohol made everything better at least had his priorities straight. The last woman, however, set his teeth on edge. There was something about her... something the way she didn't speak, something in her bearing, that he recognized instantly: affected superiority. He tamped down on his growing distaste; no matter who these people were, it would be best not to make any enemies just yet.
The barkeep shuffles his deck, then lays out cards, in a cross shape, a card at the top, two cards next to each other, then two more cards, one below the other.
1
2 3
4
5
The man's eyes go blank and his voice takes on an unusual tempo. He seems to be in a trance of some sort.
He flips over card one, saying...
"1 of Swords — Avenger... There was a wicked man, and he had a wicked blade. The treasure lies in a shallow grave, covered by white flowers."
He then flips over the second card saying...
"5 of Coins — Guild Member... If nothing seems right, look for what is left. The book shall explain all. Ah! The treasure you seek is already for sale. Head to the auction house, and pay the price."
He then flips over the third card...
"1 of Coins — Swashbuckler... A fetching mirror is a fetching choice. It will bring about the end, one way or another. I see an invisible man, in a place of madness. The treasure lies on his person."
Next he flips the fourth card...
"Seer... This card sheds light on a missing girl, who’s fate must become known. Ah, the Etchings! How beautiful and terrible. To swim adrift in the knowledge of eternity, and burn in the fires of mercy!"
He flips over the last card...
"Donjon... You face great darkness, and you cannot succeed alone. Seek it out, but be wary. This card reveals its true intentions. Buried deep, and guarded by magick stranger than you know. The sky weeps for what it knows, but more for all that has been lost. It needs freedom."
After finishing with the reading, the barkeep sweeps the cards back into the deck, and his trance ends. he blinks several times, then nods to you. "I hope you learned something useful... Before you ask, I do not recall any of the reading myself."
A little more about the tavern...
There’s a piano in the corner, played by a man with no hands. Sadly, his disability renders him particularly unsuitable for this hobby, a fact he does not let dissuade him
Outside the windows you see a city street, with a heavy downpour blocking sight of much of anything outside. from what you can see no one currently is walking the street.
Kale stiffens slightly as Cicero delivers his reading. "Trances are never a good sign," he mutters under his breath. "That reading didn't sound like it was so much about us, but more about the current state of the city, to be honest. If things are constantly moving and shifting here as you said they were, then perhaps what you just did now might have given... whatever it is that's out there... some definition. For better of for worse." He takes in those who've gathered round. "My name's Kale, by the way. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I don't believe many of us are very pleased at the moment. I know I've had better days." He waits to see if anyone responds, before conntinuing.
"How did the rest of you come to find yourselves here? If there's no way in or out of this city as Cicero says, we may have each experienced something similar. And what do any of you make of this reading? It sounds almost as if we were given advice on how to get ourselves out of this pickle to me, but I can barely make heads or tails of it."
The piano in the corner strikes a particularly discordant note, and Kale looks over in irritation at the performer, about to comment on the man's lack of finesse. He stops, blinking, as he realizes the pianist is banging away with the stumps of his arms. With a sigh, he mutters under his breath and waves his hand, casting prestidigitation to compliment the pianist's lackluster tune and turn the jarring notes into something more melodic.
(OoC: oh cool, many thanks)
Soveliss pets the feathered head of his raven as he gives an interested to look to Cicero as he tells their fate. Divination magic was a strange school, though it wasn't infallible, it was wise to head any warning or directions granted through it. Looking to Kale as he spoke, he lifts his chin in a faint nod, "A pleasure to meet you Kale, my name is Soveliss. As for how I am here, I expect it is the same as the rest of our present company arrived. We appear to have been whisked away....pardon me, I'm going to investigate our surroundings." Soveliss momentarily stands up and cracks the door open enough to let his Raven outside, then closes the door and sits back down. "I'll be right back." With that his eyes roll back and glow with a faint light as he attempts to see through the eyes and ears of his familiar.
The White woman finally made a sound - with a sigh, as if she had to make an effort: "Kale..." her voice she also kept cool like a sea breeze, "you must be new to dreamwalking. Most people are, do not be ashamed of it. The key thing to do here is to accept things as they are. Irrational can not be rational, but you still can learn to live with it. If ceiling is the floor and going forward means to go back - so be it. Just accept it, or you will hurt yourself and waste your strength in pointless fight. Dream will let you go, when it lets you go - no sooner, no later."
She took a deep breath, probably annoyed by necessity of speaking out loud, and continued: "Do think the reading is a way the Dream talks to us. I would assume it wants us to work together to do ... strange, all of this about the treasure of a sort? Have to admit, though, that "book" sounds intriguing. Do you think we can begin with the auction?"
"My name is Al-Ashari," she smiled calmly as if everything around truly did not bother her.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
“Hakim Whitegaze. As for how I got here, I couldn’t say, fell asleep on a beach, woke up here. Like you said, I’ve had better days, but I’ve had worse ones too, just have to make the best of what you’re dealt, no pun intended,” nodding at the tarot cards. “Well, if those cards are telling us the way out of here and should be taken literally, seems we’ll have to go find this auction house. Cicero, could give us direc... Nevermind, if the streets change, directions probably won’t help, will they? Oh, well, guess we should try and make ourselves presentable at least.” And he’ll start pulling off his armor, revealing dark, well used leathers underneath, and start shaking out the sand from his armor and clothing. Afterwards, he’ll reach his entire arm into his rather small bag and pull out a dozen javelins, arranging them into an empty quiver that had been unnoticed under his cloak. Looking up at the attractive woman in dark clothes still fighting her hair, he’ll reach back into the bag for a small mirror and offer it to her. Finally, he’ll pull out a pair of boots with little wings on the ankles, changing into them, and a helmet matching the armor, except that the normal visor has been modified with a strange set of goggles. “Are we ready?”
random DM roll: 10
A note on your familiars... They appear a bit different here in this strange place. Their skin, or feathers, are slick and oily. They also have over-large eyes.
As the raven heads through the door, it is pounded by the rain downpouring outside. Struggling up, it flies against the rain, but finds the going very hard. Staying within 100 feet of its master, the bird finds mostly empty streets, with the very few out scurrying quickly with heads down against the rain, and nervously looking around themselves. After a few moments the raven lands on the roof of the tavern, where another black bird lands next to it. the new bird croaks out the words... "Death... Death to you all..." It looks like some variant species of raven.
The raven familiar does see the below, hazy in the rain downpour...
Above the streets, a dark bridge rises overhead,
shrouded in mist. No water runs underneath, only
more houses. What purpose does it serve?
The barkeep glances over when someone mentions an auction. "The only auction place is Fiddle & Blind’s Auctions." He considers for a moment. "Normally it can be found under Gloomwrought Bridge, though, as with most things here, that is likely to change."
When prestidigitation is cast to make the music sound better,, the magical music has an undercurrent of ghostly cries, just barely audable throughout the music as it plays.
"Oh, and most spells have different reactions when cast here." The barkeep says, glancing towards the caster of prestidigitation.
"This place is the assassin of joy," Kale replies in response, pulling out a candle out of his bag and casting prestidigitation again just to make sure it lights up, extinguishing it almost immediately afterwards once he's satisfied with what he's observed. Cicero seems unperturbed, or maybe rather resigned to his fate; between that and what Al-Ashari said about dreamwalking, Kale figures that everyone is likely unwillingly trapped here.
" 'If nothing seems right, look for what's left,' huh? I agree that visiting this auction makes the most sense right now, though I'm not sure the currency they ply here is something as simple as coin. I wouldn't be surprised if this auction asks the audience to give up bits of their soul, or pieces of their body in trade... assuming that they trade in items at all. Still, it's the least regretful sounding of all the options. Although it seems to me that finding out why we're here, and how to get out, lies within the clues earthed by that Donjon card."
He takes a deep breath, looking at the members gathered around the table to watch the reading, then pitches his voice to reach these strangers bound together by a strange fate, in an attempt to be an *inspiring leader* (feat). "Listen. I know we don't trust each other. We have no reason to; we're not even sure why we're here or for what purpose." He pulls out his bandore and begins to strum it as he weaves in and out of the others, plucking out a tune that somehow doesn't clash too badly with the spooky piano music.
"It seems clear enough that in the madness out there, the last vestiges of sanity should at least try to stick together. It's not a matter of getting along or being friends at this point." He spends a few more minutes walking around each of the six individuals standing around the table, taking the time to look each in the eye - even if Soveliss's are otherwise occupied at the moment. His ears are still open, at least.
"It's about not having this city using our innards as wall paint when we step out those doors. So let's work together to figure out what in the hells is going on out there... even if we're trapped in them ourselves. What say you?" He draws out the next few notes of this extended song, still pacing about the room and waiting for everyone's answer.
OOC: Everyone can add on 20 temporary HP until their next short rest.
When you light the candle the flames are a sickly green in color.
"Coins?" The barkeep says with a glance to the group. "The only real currency here is in silver coins. People will take gold, and it is still worth ten silvers, but they will take that to the bank and have it traded for silver at the first chance."
Heading to the door, Whitegaze will pause and look to Cicero, "Why silver? Is there something we should know, or perhaps there's some reason we should keep some on ourselves?"
"Silver for its properties that abjure creatures of darkness." The barkeep says with a shrug. "I'd suggest you try to get to a bank yourself, and exchange any gold you have there, since there are quite a few people who will not accept gold, since it would mean that trip to the bank themselves, and few people like to go anywhere if they can help it."
Inza let out a small sigh before shaking his head some "if we're all trapped here we might as well work to find a way out..." he then turns to the barkeeper "are there any effects psyonics have here"
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"How would you proceed, should you want to get to the auction? Or to any place that could shift to another?" The voice was again only in barkeeper's head while Al-Ashari was stroking weasel's strangely oily fur.
"Oh, I do trust you, do not worry yourself Kale Fencan," that was definitely cool slow voice of Al-Ashari in Kale's head, even though she did not even look in his direction. "I would say other's do to, at least on surface."
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice