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You all sleep through the night uninterrupted in the relative comfort of the barn, the quiet rustling of the animals lulling you to sleep, and wake up early the next morning to the smell of good home cooking wafting through the air. I assume you all pack up your things and make your way to the main house, making sure to give Bitts his space...
Mom has left food on the table, but she and Yoshiera have already left to go out into the fields for that day's work.
Zashier, what has mom cooked up this morning before you all head off on the hunt for kobolds?
Yokini, for converting those cooking utensils into thieves tools, can you roll a dex check, and add your proficienty mod? Also, can you message me in discord about your experimental elixar, and the effects a nat-1 might have on your concoction?
Lem, what does your morning routine look like? How are you going to meet up with the others? Last you saw them, they were headed to Zashier's farmhouse across the river?
No rolling necessary for either. Well, for success. Changing the cook's utensils into thieves' tools is a (mechanical) modification of ...
The Right Tool for the Job
At 3rd level, you learn how to produce exactly the tool you need: with tinker’s tools in hand, you can magically create one set of artisan’s tools in an unoccupied space within 5 feet of you. This creation requires 1 hour of uninterrupted work, which can coincide with a short or long rest. Though the product of magic, the tools are nonmagical, and they vanish when you use this feature again.
Instead of them vanishing, she converted what she had previously created (cook's utensils) into the thieves' tools.
The elixir is a product of this feature ...
Experimental Elixir
Beginning at 3rd level, whenever you finish a long rest, you can magically produce an experimental elixir in an empty Flask or Tankard;flask you touch. Roll on the Experimental Elixir table for the elixir’s effect, which is triggered when someone drinks the elixir. As an action, a creature can drink the elixir or administer it to an incapacitated creature.
Creating an experimental elixir requires you to have alchemist's supplies;alchemist’s supplies on your person, and any elixir you create with this feature lasts until it is drunk or until the end of your next long rest.
When you reach certain levels in this class, you can make more elixirs at the end of a long rest: two at 6th level and three at 15th level. Roll for each elixir’s effect separately. Each elixir requires its own flask.
You can create additional experimental elixirs by expending a spell slot of 1st level or higher for each one. When you do so, you use your action to create the elixir in an empty flask you touch, and you choose the elixir’s effect from the Experimental Elixir table.
But, reading through this again, I'm wondering if I shouldn't have rolled the effect. Is it supposed to be a surprise when someone drinks it? I'll let you decide. If so, we'll throw out my roll and whoever drinks it will roll a d6 themselves to find out what it does to them.
Despite Zashier's warning about Bitt's aggressiveness, and much as Thistle learned yesterday in petting him, anyone is at least able to pet the beast while Zashier mussing up his fur. Though if slow in leaving him be once the elephantine man moves on, Bitts stayed calm, and would follow after them protectively until they stepped inside the home. After which he takes up his customary spot outside to finally sleep off any night adventures.
The interior of the home is a simple and rather unremarkable affair, as Zashier's family either didn't care much, or have had the money/time to add anything more than bare bones decorations to liven up the place; with some exceptions. A fact that becomes almost immediately clear upon entering and taking the first left into what appeared to be a dining room. Just behind the head of the table and resting upon some makeshift shelving unit is a small altar dedicated to Pelor. Beneath that are various different woodcarvings featuring various fauna and presumably fond figures to the family. Each one are varying degrees of craftsmanship, but also seem to tell the tale of one's progression in the art.
One the table itself are plates of biscuits, scrambled eggs, pancakes, and milk set about for the party. There was even some crude attempt at accomondations for the smaller folk by use of many a pillows. Judging the smells wafting from the half-opened door, the kitchen is stationed just behind the dining room. But aside from the closed doors along and down the hallway seen from the entryway, there's no signs of livingroom.
Throughout it all, Zashier is a busy body in trying to be a good host, and navigate his way throughout the house without much issue. As you all might take a closer look around you, some of you may see the signs of their having been some clear modifications in the past few months or so to accommodate for larger figures.
Lem wakes up in a tangle of (three) limbs, blankets, and a neat stack of books next to his small bed.
The bed is propped in a corner of a small “studio” with a pitched roof. It essentially is the roof crawl space above the book repository. There’s a window that looks out right over the falls, a great view when Lem remembers it’s there. A small counter that might work as a kitchen if you squint hard enough. There are of course bookshelves. But there are also well-categorized stacks of books on every other available square foot of the place. There’s a door that leads to a balcony where you can walk down a set of narrow stairs on the outside of the building, like a normal person. This door has piles of books in front if it. There is also a hole in the floor, covered by a wide plank of wood on a simple hinge that leads down to the top shelf of the uppermost stack of the top floor of the book repository. Lem found it too inconvenient to leave his house, descend the stair, walk around to the front, and go in the official entrance whenever he wanted to “borrow” another book, and after a while, the proprietor also found it more convenient to just have Lem enter directly. He left the books more organized than he left them, and cleaned up a bit too. Plus he didn’t have to hear Lem’s grumbling.
Lem got by with some transcription and translation work around town, but his expenses were low so most of his time was spent reading his own arcane books, adding to his spell book, and satisfying his own arcane itches. That is, when he was functional and not reliving every detail of the worst parts of some of the battles from the war.
He eats a small simple breakfast with a spell book open in front of him, remembering stories from the war that involve Yokini. That time he came back nearly burnt to a crisp. That time he didn’t come back and she had to come find him. That time he came back without an arm. That time he came back unable to speak in anything other than orcish. That time, early in the war, when he came back shredded by a too-close call with an infantry charge. That time he and the Spearbreakers went into a siege tunnel and only some of them came back out, months later - the whole army watching their silent procession back to camp with hands on hearts, counting and recounting the too-small number, and unable to look away from the haggard, hollow expressions on each of the 6th cadre’s faces. That time the whole nighttime battlefield disappeared under a cloud of fiery locusts and then a competing cloud of fireflies, Lemmy cackling the whole time. That time Yokini asked him for the azure glowing orb he used as an arcane focus and came back a few minutes later with the arm he still had attached to the remainder of his left humerus. He thinks for a while that this is the first time he has been able to touch those memories without completely losing it, and he thanks the gods that Ini is back. Fetching some armor for Telly from some kobolds is worth the trouble. Plus maybe settling some scores with the Braids. He chuckles to himself.
After packing for what might be a longer trip than normal, he closes the plank behind him, ferrets his way through the repository and walks to the road that leads to the farms and waits to see someone he knows to ask directions to Zashier’s.
Flashback to the night before. I completely forgot to mention that Yokini would have been nervous and non-verbal the whole time they were being ferried across the river.
And, today:
Yokini follows the others inside the house. She smiles when she knows anyone is looking at her, but when she doesn't realize it, she can be seen taking in the house analytically, especially the modifications. She sometimes watches Zashier with a curious sadness. When he smiles or laughs, she smiles with a touch relief. She hesitates when she realizes he plans to sit in the chair next to the chair with the pillows, but she climbs up and takes her place. "I hope Lemmy doesn't have any trouble finding us," she comments benignly. "Tell your mother everything was delicious. I'll have to get her pancake recipe. Mine never turn out this good."
One the table itself are plates of biscuits, scrambled eggs, pancakes, and milk set about for the party. There was even some crude attempt at accomondations for the smaller folk by use of many a pillows. Judging the smells wafting from the half-opened door, the kitchen is stationed just behind the dining room. But aside from the closed doors along and down the hallway seen from the entryway, there's no signs of livingroom.
Raddunth shovels pancakes and eggs into his mouth with his bare hands. "A fine meal. This will make us stronger for the task ahead."
He is not comprehending when the others look at his hands, and then at the unused tableware at the side of his plate. "What? I washed my hands before breaking my fast." At that moment, he picks up a particularly hot batch of scrambled eggs with his fingers. "Ow! Hot! Hot!"
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Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM) Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy) DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Thistle is a little slow to wake in the morning, but manages to get herself up. She cares for her horse, and then comes to breakfast. Without her armor on, the two stylized hearts tattooed below her collarbone are visible. She smiles at everyone and grabs a plate of food. "I was hoping to meet your mother," she says to Zashier, disappointed.
"And I wanted to thank your sister again for putting us up. She seems a formidable woman... and, um, not very... elephantine? I don't mean to intrude, but how did you come to be part of the family, Zashier?"
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Lemmy slowly wanders his way to Zashier's farm, getting a few tips from passersby and also remembering that he had been told the way the night before. He appears at the door and uses mage hand to knock.
So long as it didn't look as if over half Raddunth's food wound up on the floor, Zashier merely chuckled and smiled in satisfaction watching evewryone dig in to the meal. "Ah, yea, naw. It's fine. This whole thing is what you might call a wondrous unexpectation of a bit of good brew and Orcish magic, if you will, courtesy of the good doctor of here-..."He gestures over to Yokini casually. "Who every day I've thanked for my second chance at life. Not that she would know, as she wasn't here, so tis more like the air I've been thanking the air, I suppose." He scratches his head with his trunk on that point, but wouldn't lingering on the thought for too long without eventually shaking his head. And he just rattled it off as if unbothered by the results. Though rather he truly is or not is hard to say, giving the man's clear nonchalance about most things.
"Any case, we Zaltomane have fairly thick hides. Mines just happens to be the thickest. Bit of an elephant jo-... Hm? Ah, that's probably Lem."Zashier lumbers his way over to the door and has a peek inside. Well before then, a sleepy-eyed Bitts perks up at the noise, looks between the magic hand and Lemmy, but ultimately lays his head back on his paws and keeps an eye on the dwaf. So long as Lem didn't start running at least...
In response to Thistle's question, Yokini's eyes drop to her plate, and her head droops enough to cause her hair to fall together and hide her face. But as Zashier leaves the table to welcome Lem after his answer, the gnome slowly looks up, pulling her hair apart to look after their host. Her eyes are red, and her cheeks are damp, but she looks more interested than sad. She sniffs, picks up her napkin, and blows her little gnome nose. After surreptitiously glancing at both Thistle and Raddunth to see if they're looking at her, Yokini hops down off her chair of many pillows, exits the dining room, and heads for the front door to welcome her friend. When she reaches Zashier's side, she smiles at Lemmy. "Good morning!" she says brightly, though her voice is a little froggy from emotion.
Lem walks in, staring at Bitts, wide-eyed. He nods awkwardly at Zashier, and when Yokini says hello, he replies, "sore throat?" instead of hello, and digs into his pocket, rummaging around for a few seconds before pulling out a small honey candy that is not absent of pocket lint, but that was once probably fairly appetizing. "Hear these are good for that,"he says, moving on, looking at the house and barely greeting everyone.
Yokini happily accepts the candy from Lem, sticking it in one of her own pockets after he's walked by. Before they walk back into the dining room, Yokini places a hand on Zashier's leg to get his attention. "Thank you for what you said in there. Do you ... do you really feel that way? Thankful my potion turned you into this ... well, into this?"
(This is really the time when I wish Lem had a higher charisma and wisdom, because Yokini really needs an insightful person who can see she's dealing with something, and a personable friend who can actually act on being there for her, instead of a well-meaning but clueless social misfit. So concludes my OOC apology.)
Bitts "Boofs" at Lem as he passes, but otherwise leaves the Dwarf be. Whether the mastiff succeeds in startingly the dwarf or not, Zashier clicks his tongue at Bitts, chiding the beast, though knowingly to little avail. "Hm?"Zashier pauses in follow after Lem, and looks to Yokini with a confused look. "Eh, uhm.. hm... Well, between this and leaving me mum and sis behind, which would be rather sad for them, I certainly prefer this. A few odd looks and a built in snorkel ain't the end of the world, after all, or so my pops would say." Zashier replied, though with his voice having grown fainter toward the end.
Zashier lets the solemn note linger for only a few moments, before rubbing at an eye. "Anyhow. I never resented you for this, if that's what got you all out sorts at the moment. Though I.... Ah! We can talk 'bout this another time." He marches on into the dinning room say, "So, about those Kobolds, and the plans to deal with them!"
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Thistle perks up when everyone comes back in. “We should scout the location before making a plan, but in general, we want to watch out for traps, even on the approach, and they’ll want to cluster together, so if we can separate them, or hit them with something big, that’ll be best.”
As you are discussing how to proceed, you recall that Telly told you what little he knew. The shipment was coming down on the Kings road. You know that the kings road leads out of Fallcrest to the Northwest, to a town called Frostfell, and to the SouthEast to the city of Stormhaven. Telly told you the shipment was on its way to Fallcrest, then afterwards would continue on its journey to Stormhaven.
In this area, you know that there are several houses, manors, and farms that were abandoned during and after the war, and you suspect this is one of them.
Telly told you the caravan was ambushed coming from Frostfell, though you do not know how far away it was when it happened.
You know that Frostfell is a weeks journey, and is fraught with dangers, but based on when Telly was expecting his shipment, the ambush likely happened closer to Fallcrest.
"Well, we should start out straight away then, if we need to scout to find the place," she stands, sorting her dishes and looking for where to put them.
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Zashier just motions for any polished off dishes to be passed along to himself. Having long since polished off his own even before everyone's awakening, he hustles off once everyones done to leave them to soak in the next room, and returns looking all the more excited at hearing Thistle's suggestions. "Sounds 'bout right, not that I've had much chance to venture in such areas to often myself. Ma and sis already know the deal, so we can get on... Uh.. Be right back."
Zashier steps away and disappears around the corner. From the dinner room, the group can hear a door open, and his rustling around in what sounds like a fairly mess room. When he returns, aside from being shirtless, he is far more outfitted than the previous day for combat, and in the process of covering up a battleaxe that seemed to faintly glow.
Description:
He garbs himself only in thick, hand-made leather gauntlets, a leather cap with an extra inner lining that drapes down to frame his face and cover his neck, and loose-fitting breeches held up by a number of belts and sometimes supsenders(the later currently hanging off at his sides). Although he has various other items on his person either strapped to his belt(Healer's Kit) or stuffed into a large satchel at his back, two things especially stand out; an old, iron and wood shield and a battleaxe far too large for any normal man to wield. When not otherwise covered in tailored made leather head piece, the axe glows with an eiree bright light in absolute darkness.
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You all sleep through the night uninterrupted in the relative comfort of the barn, the quiet rustling of the animals lulling you to sleep, and wake up early the next morning to the smell of good home cooking wafting through the air. I assume you all pack up your things and make your way to the main house, making sure to give Bitts his space...
Mom has left food on the table, but she and Yoshiera have already left to go out into the fields for that day's work.
Zashier, what has mom cooked up this morning before you all head off on the hunt for kobolds?
Yokini, for converting those cooking utensils into thieves tools, can you roll a dex check, and add your proficienty mod? Also, can you message me in discord about your experimental elixar, and the effects a nat-1 might have on your concoction?
Lem, what does your morning routine look like? How are you going to meet up with the others? Last you saw them, they were headed to Zashier's farmhouse across the river?
No rolling necessary for either. Well, for success. Changing the cook's utensils into thieves' tools is a (mechanical) modification of ...
Instead of them vanishing, she converted what she had previously created (cook's utensils) into the thieves' tools.
The elixir is a product of this feature ...
But, reading through this again, I'm wondering if I shouldn't have rolled the effect. Is it supposed to be a surprise when someone drinks it? I'll let you decide. If so, we'll throw out my roll and whoever drinks it will roll a d6 themselves to find out what it does to them.
Despite Zashier's warning about Bitt's aggressiveness, and much as Thistle learned yesterday in petting him, anyone is at least able to pet the beast while Zashier mussing up his fur. Though if slow in leaving him be once the elephantine man moves on, Bitts stayed calm, and would follow after them protectively until they stepped inside the home. After which he takes up his customary spot outside to finally sleep off any night adventures.
The interior of the home is a simple and rather unremarkable affair, as Zashier's family either didn't care much, or have had the money/time to add anything more than bare bones decorations to liven up the place; with some exceptions. A fact that becomes almost immediately clear upon entering and taking the first left into what appeared to be a dining room. Just behind the head of the table and resting upon some makeshift shelving unit is a small altar dedicated to Pelor. Beneath that are various different woodcarvings featuring various fauna and presumably fond figures to the family. Each one are varying degrees of craftsmanship, but also seem to tell the tale of one's progression in the art.
One the table itself are plates of biscuits, scrambled eggs, pancakes, and milk set about for the party. There was even some crude attempt at accomondations for the smaller folk by use of many a pillows. Judging the smells wafting from the half-opened door, the kitchen is stationed just behind the dining room. But aside from the closed doors along and down the hallway seen from the entryway, there's no signs of livingroom.
Throughout it all, Zashier is a busy body in trying to be a good host, and navigate his way throughout the house without much issue. As you all might take a closer look around you, some of you may see the signs of their having been some clear modifications in the past few months or so to accommodate for larger figures.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lem wakes up in a tangle of (three) limbs, blankets, and a neat stack of books next to his small bed.
The bed is propped in a corner of a small “studio” with a pitched roof. It essentially is the roof crawl space above the book repository. There’s a window that looks out right over the falls, a great view when Lem remembers it’s there. A small counter that might work as a kitchen if you squint hard enough. There are of course bookshelves. But there are also well-categorized stacks of books on every other available square foot of the place. There’s a door that leads to a balcony where you can walk down a set of narrow stairs on the outside of the building, like a normal person. This door has piles of books in front if it. There is also a hole in the floor, covered by a wide plank of wood on a simple hinge that leads down to the top shelf of the uppermost stack of the top floor of the book repository. Lem found it too inconvenient to leave his house, descend the stair, walk around to the front, and go in the official entrance whenever he wanted to “borrow” another book, and after a while, the proprietor also found it more convenient to just have Lem enter directly. He left the books more organized than he left them, and cleaned up a bit too. Plus he didn’t have to hear Lem’s grumbling.
Lem got by with some transcription and translation work around town, but his expenses were low so most of his time was spent reading his own arcane books, adding to his spell book, and satisfying his own arcane itches. That is, when he was functional and not reliving every detail of the worst parts of some of the battles from the war.
He eats a small simple breakfast with a spell book open in front of him, remembering stories from the war that involve Yokini. That time he came back nearly burnt to a crisp. That time he didn’t come back and she had to come find him. That time he came back without an arm. That time he came back unable to speak in anything other than orcish. That time, early in the war, when he came back shredded by a too-close call with an infantry charge. That time he and the Spearbreakers went into a siege tunnel and only some of them came back out, months later - the whole army watching their silent procession back to camp with hands on hearts, counting and recounting the too-small number, and unable to look away from the haggard, hollow expressions on each of the 6th cadre’s faces. That time the whole nighttime battlefield disappeared under a cloud of fiery locusts and then a competing cloud of fireflies, Lemmy cackling the whole time. That time Yokini asked him for the azure glowing orb he used as an arcane focus and came back a few minutes later with the arm he still had attached to the remainder of his left humerus. He thinks for a while that this is the first time he has been able to touch those memories without completely losing it, and he thanks the gods that Ini is back. Fetching some armor for Telly from some kobolds is worth the trouble. Plus maybe settling some scores with the Braids. He chuckles to himself.
After packing for what might be a longer trip than normal, he closes the plank behind him, ferrets his way through the repository and walks to the road that leads to the farms and waits to see someone he knows to ask directions to Zashier’s.
Flashback to the night before. I completely forgot to mention that Yokini would have been nervous and non-verbal the whole time they were being ferried across the river.
And, today:
Yokini follows the others inside the house. She smiles when she knows anyone is looking at her, but when she doesn't realize it, she can be seen taking in the house analytically, especially the modifications. She sometimes watches Zashier with a curious sadness. When he smiles or laughs, she smiles with a touch relief. She hesitates when she realizes he plans to sit in the chair next to the chair with the pillows, but she climbs up and takes her place. "I hope Lemmy doesn't have any trouble finding us," she comments benignly. "Tell your mother everything was delicious. I'll have to get her pancake recipe. Mine never turn out this good."
Raddunth shovels pancakes and eggs into his mouth with his bare hands. "A fine meal. This will make us stronger for the task ahead."
He is not comprehending when the others look at his hands, and then at the unused tableware at the side of his plate. "What? I washed my hands before breaking my fast." At that moment, he picks up a particularly hot batch of scrambled eggs with his fingers. "Ow! Hot! Hot!"
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Thistle is a little slow to wake in the morning, but manages to get herself up. She cares for her horse, and then comes to breakfast. Without her armor on, the two stylized hearts tattooed below her collarbone are visible. She smiles at everyone and grabs a plate of food. "I was hoping to meet your mother," she says to Zashier, disappointed.
"And I wanted to thank your sister again for putting us up. She seems a formidable woman... and, um, not very... elephantine? I don't mean to intrude, but how did you come to be part of the family, Zashier?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Lemmy slowly wanders his way to Zashier's farm, getting a few tips from passersby and also remembering that he had been told the way the night before. He appears at the door and uses mage hand to knock.
So long as it didn't look as if over half Raddunth's food wound up on the floor, Zashier merely chuckled and smiled in satisfaction watching evewryone dig in to the meal. "Ah, yea, naw. It's fine. This whole thing is what you might call a wondrous unexpectation of a bit of good brew and Orcish magic, if you will, courtesy of the good doctor of here-..." He gestures over to Yokini casually. "Who every day I've thanked for my second chance at life. Not that she would know, as she wasn't here, so tis more like the air I've been thanking the air, I suppose." He scratches his head with his trunk on that point, but wouldn't lingering on the thought for too long without eventually shaking his head. And he just rattled it off as if unbothered by the results. Though rather he truly is or not is hard to say, giving the man's clear nonchalance about most things.
"Any case, we Zaltomane have fairly thick hides. Mines just happens to be the thickest. Bit of an elephant jo-... Hm? Ah, that's probably Lem." Zashier lumbers his way over to the door and has a peek inside. Well before then, a sleepy-eyed Bitts perks up at the noise, looks between the magic hand and Lemmy, but ultimately lays his head back on his paws and keeps an eye on the dwaf. So long as Lem didn't start running at least...
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
In response to Thistle's question, Yokini's eyes drop to her plate, and her head droops enough to cause her hair to fall together and hide her face. But as Zashier leaves the table to welcome Lem after his answer, the gnome slowly looks up, pulling her hair apart to look after their host. Her eyes are red, and her cheeks are damp, but she looks more interested than sad. She sniffs, picks up her napkin, and blows her little gnome nose. After surreptitiously glancing at both Thistle and Raddunth to see if they're looking at her, Yokini hops down off her chair of many pillows, exits the dining room, and heads for the front door to welcome her friend. When she reaches Zashier's side, she smiles at Lemmy. "Good morning!" she says brightly, though her voice is a little froggy from emotion.
“Well... um.” Thistle looks over at Raddunth. “Food’s good.”
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Lem walks in, staring at Bitts, wide-eyed. He nods awkwardly at Zashier, and when Yokini says hello, he replies, "sore throat?" instead of hello, and digs into his pocket, rummaging around for a few seconds before pulling out a small honey candy that is not absent of pocket lint, but that was once probably fairly appetizing. "Hear these are good for that," he says, moving on, looking at the house and barely greeting everyone.
Yokini happily accepts the candy from Lem, sticking it in one of her own pockets after he's walked by. Before they walk back into the dining room, Yokini places a hand on Zashier's leg to get his attention. "Thank you for what you said in there. Do you ... do you really feel that way? Thankful my potion turned you into this ... well, into this?"
(This is really the time when I wish Lem had a higher charisma and wisdom, because Yokini really needs an insightful person who can see she's dealing with something, and a personable friend who can actually act on being there for her, instead of a well-meaning but clueless social misfit. So concludes my OOC apology.)
Bitts "Boofs" at Lem as he passes, but otherwise leaves the Dwarf be. Whether the mastiff succeeds in startingly the dwarf or not, Zashier clicks his tongue at Bitts, chiding the beast, though knowingly to little avail. "Hm?" Zashier pauses in follow after Lem, and looks to Yokini with a confused look. "Eh, uhm.. hm... Well, between this and leaving me mum and sis behind, which would be rather sad for them, I certainly prefer this. A few odd looks and a built in snorkel ain't the end of the world, after all, or so my pops would say." Zashier replied, though with his voice having grown fainter toward the end.
Zashier lets the solemn note linger for only a few moments, before rubbing at an eye. "Anyhow. I never resented you for this, if that's what got you all out sorts at the moment. Though I.... Ah! We can talk 'bout this another time." He marches on into the dinning room say, "So, about those Kobolds, and the plans to deal with them!"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Thistle perks up when everyone comes back in. “We should scout the location before making a plan, but in general, we want to watch out for traps, even on the approach, and they’ll want to cluster together, so if we can separate them, or hit them with something big, that’ll be best.”
”How far is it?”
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Does Lem have any understanding of where this manor is, and what the area around it is like?
As you are discussing how to proceed, you recall that Telly told you what little he knew. The shipment was coming down on the Kings road. You know that the kings road leads out of Fallcrest to the Northwest, to a town called Frostfell, and to the SouthEast to the city of Stormhaven. Telly told you the shipment was on its way to Fallcrest, then afterwards would continue on its journey to Stormhaven.
In this area, you know that there are several houses, manors, and farms that were abandoned during and after the war, and you suspect this is one of them.
Telly told you the caravan was ambushed coming from Frostfell, though you do not know how far away it was when it happened.
You know that Frostfell is a weeks journey, and is fraught with dangers, but based on when Telly was expecting his shipment, the ambush likely happened closer to Fallcrest.
OOC > Thank you...
"Well, we should start out straight away then, if we need to scout to find the place," she stands, sorting her dishes and looking for where to put them.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Zashier just motions for any polished off dishes to be passed along to himself. Having long since polished off his own even before everyone's awakening, he hustles off once everyones done to leave them to soak in the next room, and returns looking all the more excited at hearing Thistle's suggestions. "Sounds 'bout right, not that I've had much chance to venture in such areas to often myself. Ma and sis already know the deal, so we can get on... Uh.. Be right back."
Zashier steps away and disappears around the corner. From the dinner room, the group can hear a door open, and his rustling around in what sounds like a fairly mess room. When he returns, aside from being shirtless, he is far more outfitted than the previous day for combat, and in the process of covering up a battleaxe that seemed to faintly glow.
Description:
He garbs himself only in thick, hand-made leather gauntlets, a leather cap with an extra inner lining that drapes down to frame his face and cover his neck, and loose-fitting breeches held up by a number of belts and sometimes supsenders(the later currently hanging off at his sides). Although he has various other items on his person either strapped to his belt(Healer's Kit) or stuffed into a large satchel at his back, two things especially stand out; an old, iron and wood shield and a battleaxe far too large for any normal man to wield. When not otherwise covered in tailored made leather head piece, the axe glows with an eiree bright light in absolute darkness.
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