Lyant is a small merchant town nestled between two towering cliff-sides deep in the heart of the Somnium Woods. There is only one road leading to and from town but judging by the infrastructure improvements the Lyant town council has invested in lately, it can be confidently said that business is booming. One might suspect that being so well tucked away, vendors would struggle to find enough patrons to maintain their stores however there seems to be a steady supply of doe eyed adventurers coming to make their pilgrimage. Six springs past, Lyant became something of a legend when a young human girl, Reperia, discovered in her garden a tree like any other, one she had known her entire life, had sprouted the most delicate and beautiful yellow flowers that shone soft yellow light in the dusk. The flowers spread that night throughout the town and further out in to the forest for miles around and have returned every springtime since. No locals know where the flowers came from or what they mean. Skilled and novice adventurers alike since come to visit and pay homage to what has become colloquially known as The Golden City.
It is springtime in Lyant and the locals are gearing up for the inevitable influx of adventurers/tourists. A vendor sets up his kiosk selling blown glass flowers coupled with weak enchantments causing them to glow faintly if seen from the right angle. The magic fades quickly but the trinkets are still artfully crafted and he will surely sell out before the day is through. There is a mural on the wall of a building across the street of a small girl standing with a tree in the center of a garden reaching upward, a golden face is painted smiling down at her from its branches. In the street, children run and play as matronly figures chase after them feigning anger. A jolly tune meets you from down the road a ways and even at this distance you can hear the sounds of laughter and celebration.
With his enemies close on his heels, or should I say talons, Burt Persnun finds himself running through the dense high mountain forest outside his home town of Last Aerie, a strange northern outpost where the land seems to change from thick wood to frigid tundra more quickly than it should. Shaking with adrenaline and feeling woefully unprepared, Burt is continually driven south toward the edge of a cliff he is well familiar with, The Red Scar. Named appropriately by the Aarakocra native to Last Aerie, the high iron content in this wall of rock and dirt south of the outpost splits the deep green forests above and below with a menacing red gash which when seen from above, resembles a scar in the land. As a child he would throw stones off this cliff to listen to them clatter off the stone but now, with his back to the scar and his enemies closing the gap, he is forced to jump!
Falling, and wings flailing, Burt Persnun curses his time in The Cage, where his keepers had clipped his wings for fear of his escape. Its not right for a proud Aarakocra to be chained to the ground in this way.
Falling...
Falling...
Burt manages due to his incredible dexterity, to catch himself on a ledge! Carefully pulling himself up, he stops to examine himself. Bruised but not broken. He looks up... and finds himself face to face with the mouth of a large open cave in the side of the cliff.
OOC: So from here on out I will do my best not to explain what it is or isn't that your character is doing or thinking. The purpose in this case was to get an introduction going and give you some context as to where you are and what you've been doing. Do WHATEVER you want and have fun! (oh and also if you look at the toolbar on the top of the reply box, the last item is a die. Thats what I'll be using to roll and it will make my life a lot easier if you guys use it too. plus it alerts me if anyone tries to reroll a bad roll so it keeps us honest!)
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Yaw -Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Frederic, a young slaver at the time, found the boy orc, playing near a creek chasing toads. Even at that age, Frederic noticed a talent for brutality in him. Mogar's earliest memory is from that day, standing on the bed of the creek, toad in hand. He remembers its leathery flesh and the way its muscles resisted him as he slowly pried its legs apart, stretching the flesh until it came apart in his hands. He stood there, dismantled frog in one hand and a leggy mush in the other. As he tossed the leg up into his mouth, he was pushed hard to the ground! He could feel a sharp pain in his back as the weight of Frederic's boot pressed into him. He lay there, pinned and helpless, though rage coursed through his blood, the taste of marrow in his mouth.
"You've got some guts, kid! See? They're all over your hands!" He laughed at his own joke.
"Your name's Mogar now, you dumb oaf! You ******* ******! What are you good for but the pits? ******* stupid Mogar!"
Mogar spent his early years training any weapon made available to him from the dagger to the great ax. Where technical training failed him, which it often did, his savage strength would carry him through. Battles would often end with a barrage of blows with his melon-sized fists. When he graduated from training on the anniversary of the sixteenth year after he was captured, he was tossed straight away into the pits where he earned the title 'Bone Slurper' after sucking the marrow out of what was left of his opponent's still attached leg.
It wasn't uncommon for the slavers in Grule to sell his services as a sort of show to the highest bidder. In the early years, Frederic struggled with keeping the orc under control during the long treks to and from events. One day, however, Mogar discovered a child's plaything, a stuffed duckling on the road to the capital where he would be performing. Mogar was infatuated with the duckling, going so far as to name it Quackers. The two were inseparable.
It wasn't long before Frederic recognized that he could use this to his advantage. Telling Mogar that Quackers had flown ahead to the next town only to bring him out again on arrival made him mostly complacent, even eager to reach the event.
From time to time, 'accidents' would happen to Quackers. He would get lost or Mogar would play a little too roughly with him and so Frederic was forced to keep a relatively large supply of stuffed ducklings on hand in preparation for said events leading Mogar to believe that he was a wizard and had infused Quackers with ancient magic, making him immortal.
Now, Mogar has been brought to the northern outpost of Last Aerie to fight in the pit, battling his fiercest opponent yet. A black dragon of the mist. Mogar, despite his fierceness as a warrior, was disinterested in the dragon. That was until Frederic held up Quackers from the stands. “MOGAR!!” Frederic yelled, holding up the duck. “If you want your duck to live, you need to kill that dragon you stupid ******* wad of tard.” Mogar struggled to understand the slaver but seeing Quackers strung up like that drove him into a frenzy! Mogar heroically swan dove into the pit flipping at the last moment to land in a fighting stance before hitting the bottom. The threat to Mogar’s beloved Quackers had given him heightened senses and focus. The battle was short but fierce. The dragon had managed to get one good swipe -- scarring Mogar's already hideous face just before Mogar leaped on the dragons back, snapped its neck, and ripped its wings off. Mogar let out a bellowing ****** squeal that sent chills down the spine of even the most battle-hardened warriors, “REEEEEEEEEEGHGHGHGHGHEEEEUGRRRHRRHRHRRHGGHGGHRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRGHHHHHHHH SHHLLERRRRRRRRRR!” He then lept to the air, attempting to use the wings to fly out of the pit and attack the slavers. Mogar, being a nearly fully grown orc fell flat on his face as Frederic escaped with Quakers. Mogar then swore an oath. To destroy all wizards like Frederic, once and for all!
Mogar looks around confused. Why hadn't he flown up in the air as the dragon had? I had the wings, he thought. Quackers has wings too. At that, your attention is drawn up into the sky. You see a bird flying high overhead to the east. It could be Quackers! You see another bird flying to the west! Better find Quackers, then the Freddie Wizzer...
Jumping up and out of the pit, you rush to the street where you can get a clearer view of the birds. You see that the street will lead you out of town in either direction. The road to the east is filled with merchant kiosks and people going about their days while the west is quieter, open, but with a few alleyways that could hide you temporarily. The crowd behind you doesn't sound happy to have you up and running about. You hear someone shout for guards! Better get out of town quickly before you call any more attention to yourself!
Mogar is distracted by a butterfly off in the distance and doesn't realize that his presence is extremely unwelcome. Mogar starts running to the butterfly resting on a nearby keg of mead. Stumbling over like a great big oaf mogar knocks over several people and breaks a box of cabbages on the way. He notices the people shouting at him and says, "buddderrrfwyyy"
As you reach out for the butterfly, stumbling and crashing in to your onlookers, you manage to fall face flat, pinning a small gnomish girl beneath you! The girl squeals as she is unable to move, “Help! Help! It’s trying to eat me!!” The crowd is looking angry now as the cabbages roll loosely over the ground. A round looking man across the street brandishes a long stick at you. He was using it to clear leaves from the gutter but it looks as though it could do some damage. “Leave my Anna alone, you animal!” He takes a step forward. “I’m warning you!”
Burt stops to catch his breath after that daring escape. He stares off into the dark, mysterious cave. he chuckles to himself thinking "Wow! I didn’t plan ahead! What I would pay for a torch in order to venture further into this Cave...!”
After finishing his bout of self loathing... Burt remembers stories from his childhood about caves beneath Last Aerie.
Mabinet Caker has always been one to strive to make a name for himself. Driven by pride, he threw himself into any task that was set before him. He will be the best. He has to be the best! Discovering his love of woodworking at an early age, Mabinet felt a deep connection with the wood. Like the wood, he felt that he never quite belonged in these underground tunnels. He heard stories of the world above, vast and wonderful and full of trees! He had never actually seen a tree, as wood was a rare commodity in his underground existence and most of the materials he dealt with were either scrap or a pulpy ply-wood like substance. This didn't stop him from pursuing his craft. It wasn't long before he had developed a certain eye for cabinetry and the like. The Kobold Cabinet Making Guild, renowned throughout the kobold community and others with an eye for quality quickly identified him as someone of particular talent and accepted him into their ranks. Mabinet spent the next two years studying under the grandmaster Xue, a man that he grew to idolize nearly to a fault.
Inspired, Mabinet decided that he too would become a grandmaster craftsman by taking his chances on the surface.
You find yourself in the town of Lyant. It is early spring. You have heard stories about this place back home, stories praising Lyant for its beautiful trees. As you stand in the street constructing your small stand which will have to stand for the majority of the season, you can't help but feel somewhat cheated. For all the stories you've been told of this place and its trees, it wasn't the wood that was so spectacular but the flowers! Who cares about flowers? you think. You can't make furniture from flowers! That hadn't stopped you, however, from taking advantage of the many adventurers and pilgrims who would journey here from their far off lands. Oh yes, your cabinets were adorned with the most intricate, realistic depictions of those flowers that were now just appearing on the trees throughout the town and people have been eating it up. Your back is to the town mural of the girl who supposedly first discovered the flowers, she's seen reaching up toward the flower, which is of all things, smiling at her! Across from you, another vendor is setting up shop selling his blown glass flowers. What a hack! You can recognize quality when you see it and this man clearly has no eye for craftsmanship! Children run through the street, nearly knocking your stand down each time you've made it stable. Won't their parents do something about this?!
What you don't see, is how this journey has gotten you any closer to your goal of becoming a Cabinet Making Grandmaster!
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Yaw -Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
You stand on the edge of the cliff catching your breath. As the day passes, the sun rises, spreading dim light into the cave. As it does, you see that the cave isn't very deep and you can actually see the back wall of it relatively clearly in the bright sun.
Make a history check
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Yaw -Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
You recall hearing stories about The Red Scar and how it was never uncommon for bandits, thieves, or anyone hoping to escape the confines of society to hole up in the caves and crevices scattered across its face. This cave in particular doesn’t hold any special significance to you.
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Yaw -Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
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“Ahh yes!” Burt thought to himself. “These caves have been hideouts to many thieves over the years... I wonder if there is any loot or equipment to help me get the hell out of here?”
Mabinet turns to examine the mural behind him and wonders to himself if Reperia's tree still stands, it was the first noticed, but was it the source? Did the tree ever exist at all or is it just local legend? Would a cabinet made of that tree's wood gain him fame with his Kobold Masters? Or, better yet, infamy amongst the talentless commoners surrounding him? ... He begins to approach the glassblower next to him. If this absolute hack loves those damn flowers so much he must know a thing or two about them.
Stepping into the cave you see that it is clearly lived in. Against the back wall, you see a small table set for one. To your right, a haunch of dried meat hangs from the ceiling in what is clearly the cooking area with a loosely assembled fire pit designed in such a way that any smoke would rise up and out of the cave. A grate is staged above the pit where an iron pot sits. Behind the fire pit is an old looking cabinet, tilting to one side slightly from the rock someone had used to prop up the area where it is missing a leg. The sleeping area to your left doesn't look especially comfortable either, essentially consisting of a pile of loose dirt and a flat rock pillow. An unlit torch next to the 'bed' could provide a sort of night light for whoever lives here.
OOC: Everything here is out in the open. No investigation needed in situations like that.
Mabinet Caker - Lyant:
Before you are even half way across the street the glassblower notices your approach. Looking down at you with a beaming smile, he booms, "Well! Isn't it wonderful, my friend? Spring has come again and with it these lovely things!" He gestures all around himself as if it were obvious what exactly he was talking about.
"I was just coming to introduce myself but it seems you've beaten me to the punch! It seems we'll be spending a lot of time together in the coming months and I for one am looking forward to it!"
He crouches down to your level, still smiling that perfect white smile and thrusts out a hand, scarred from years of working over molten glass. "My name is Brett McHone and I've been post up in this spot every spring for three years now! Never seen you around before though."
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Yaw -Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Mabinet, slightly insulted by Brett's crouch reluctantly reaches out his left claw to shake hands, hoping for at least a mild inconvenience on Brett's part.
"Indeed" Mabinet replies with a passive-aggressive hiss, "given the reluctance of this town's residents to approach my stand I would assume most have either never seen a Kobold before or have zero appreciation for fine cabinetry - I would prefer the former".
He leans in intently, hoping to confirm that Brett is indeed a talentless hack with no further appreciation for art than its ability to serve as cheap toys for peasant children as his flowers would suggest.
Brett seems unfazed by your slight. "Indeed the both may be true! Though, even a blind man could appreciate craftsmanship such as this!"
He walks up to one of the few cabinets you have readily on display, lightly running his hands over the intricate surface. "I see you utilize the Xue style of shaping the wood. Not the most traditional approach, but when performed with this attention to detail, I can see you must have incredible skills! Are you familiar with the work of Henry Bradshaw? His talent for bonding joints... You might think it was all one piece! You must allow me to watch you work someday!"
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Yaw -Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
“Well... is this the kind of life I have to look forward to?” Burt says aloud as he looks around the cave... He checks for anything of value, pitying the fool that lives here. But then, the cabinet catches his eye. He walks over and opens the cabinet.
You raise the delicate wooden hatch holding the doors shut and they swing open with a soft creak. Inside is a small tinderbox , a stack of well read books, a brass bell , and a hook where someone might hang a coat.
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Famished, Burt grabs the dried meat and tears off a larger chunk with his beak. He also grabs the tinderbox, bell, torch and the rest of the dried meat and puts it in his pack. He returns to the cliff edge and looks for a place he can safely glide to. While staring out off the cliff edge, he also looks for a way to climb up or down away from this cave.
Lyant is a small merchant town nestled between two towering cliff-sides deep in the heart of the Somnium Woods. There is only one road leading to and from town but judging by the infrastructure improvements the Lyant town council has invested in lately, it can be confidently said that business is booming. One might suspect that being so well tucked away, vendors would struggle to find enough patrons to maintain their stores however there seems to be a steady supply of doe eyed adventurers coming to make their pilgrimage. Six springs past, Lyant became something of a legend when a young human girl, Reperia, discovered in her garden a tree like any other, one she had known her entire life, had sprouted the most delicate and beautiful yellow flowers that shone soft yellow light in the dusk. The flowers spread that night throughout the town and further out in to the forest for miles around and have returned every springtime since. No locals know where the flowers came from or what they mean. Skilled and novice adventurers alike since come to visit and pay homage to what has become colloquially known as The Golden City.
It is springtime in Lyant and the locals are gearing up for the inevitable influx of adventurers/tourists. A vendor sets up his kiosk selling blown glass flowers coupled with weak enchantments causing them to glow faintly if seen from the right angle. The magic fades quickly but the trinkets are still artfully crafted and he will surely sell out before the day is through. There is a mural on the wall of a building across the street of a small girl standing with a tree in the center of a garden reaching upward, a golden face is painted smiling down at her from its branches. In the street, children run and play as matronly figures chase after them feigning anger. A jolly tune meets you from down the road a ways and even at this distance you can hear the sounds of laughter and celebration.
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Mysterious Cave - Burt Persnun:
With his enemies close on his heels, or should I say talons, Burt Persnun finds himself running through the dense high mountain forest outside his home town of Last Aerie, a strange northern outpost where the land seems to change from thick wood to frigid tundra more quickly than it should. Shaking with adrenaline and feeling woefully unprepared, Burt is continually driven south toward the edge of a cliff he is well familiar with, The Red Scar. Named appropriately by the Aarakocra native to Last Aerie, the high iron content in this wall of rock and dirt south of the outpost splits the deep green forests above and below with a menacing red gash which when seen from above, resembles a scar in the land. As a child he would throw stones off this cliff to listen to them clatter off the stone but now, with his back to the scar and his enemies closing the gap, he is forced to jump!
Falling, and wings flailing, Burt Persnun curses his time in The Cage, where his keepers had clipped his wings for fear of his escape. Its not right for a proud Aarakocra to be chained to the ground in this way.
Falling...
Falling...
Burt manages due to his incredible dexterity, to catch himself on a ledge! Carefully pulling himself up, he stops to examine himself. Bruised but not broken. He looks up... and finds himself face to face with the mouth of a large open cave in the side of the cliff.
OOC: So from here on out I will do my best not to explain what it is or isn't that your character is doing or thinking. The purpose in this case was to get an introduction going and give you some context as to where you are and what you've been doing. Do WHATEVER you want and have fun! (oh and also if you look at the toolbar on the top of the reply box, the last item is a die. Thats what I'll be using to roll and it will make my life a lot easier if you guys use it too. plus it alerts me if anyone tries to reroll a bad roll so it keeps us honest!)
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Last Aerie - Slave Pits - Mogar:
Frederic, a young slaver at the time, found the boy orc, playing near a creek chasing toads. Even at that age, Frederic noticed a talent for brutality in him. Mogar's earliest memory is from that day, standing on the bed of the creek, toad in hand. He remembers its leathery flesh and the way its muscles resisted him as he slowly pried its legs apart, stretching the flesh until it came apart in his hands. He stood there, dismantled frog in one hand and a leggy mush in the other. As he tossed the leg up into his mouth, he was pushed hard to the ground! He could feel a sharp pain in his back as the weight of Frederic's boot pressed into him. He lay there, pinned and helpless, though rage coursed through his blood, the taste of marrow in his mouth.
"You've got some guts, kid! See? They're all over your hands!" He laughed at his own joke.
"Your name's Mogar now, you dumb oaf! You ******* ******! What are you good for but the pits? ******* stupid Mogar!"
Mogar spent his early years training any weapon made available to him from the dagger to the great ax. Where technical training failed him, which it often did, his savage strength would carry him through. Battles would often end with a barrage of blows with his melon-sized fists. When he graduated from training on the anniversary of the sixteenth year after he was captured, he was tossed straight away into the pits where he earned the title 'Bone Slurper' after sucking the marrow out of what was left of his opponent's still attached leg.
It wasn't uncommon for the slavers in Grule to sell his services as a sort of show to the highest bidder. In the early years, Frederic struggled with keeping the orc under control during the long treks to and from events. One day, however, Mogar discovered a child's plaything, a stuffed duckling on the road to the capital where he would be performing. Mogar was infatuated with the duckling, going so far as to name it Quackers. The two were inseparable.
It wasn't long before Frederic recognized that he could use this to his advantage. Telling Mogar that Quackers had flown ahead to the next town only to bring him out again on arrival made him mostly complacent, even eager to reach the event.
From time to time, 'accidents' would happen to Quackers. He would get lost or Mogar would play a little too roughly with him and so Frederic was forced to keep a relatively large supply of stuffed ducklings on hand in preparation for said events leading Mogar to believe that he was a wizard and had infused Quackers with ancient magic, making him immortal.
Now, Mogar has been brought to the northern outpost of Last Aerie to fight in the pit, battling his fiercest opponent yet. A black dragon of the mist. Mogar, despite his fierceness as a warrior, was disinterested in the dragon. That was until Frederic held up Quackers from the stands. “MOGAR!!” Frederic yelled, holding up the duck. “If you want your duck to live, you need to kill that dragon you stupid ******* wad of tard.” Mogar struggled to understand the slaver but seeing Quackers strung up like that drove him into a frenzy! Mogar heroically swan dove into the pit flipping at the last moment to land in a fighting stance before hitting the bottom. The threat to Mogar’s beloved Quackers had given him heightened senses and focus. The battle was short but fierce. The dragon had managed to get one good swipe -- scarring Mogar's already hideous face just before Mogar leaped on the dragons back, snapped its neck, and ripped its wings off. Mogar let out a bellowing ****** squeal that sent chills down the spine of even the most battle-hardened warriors, “REEEEEEEEEEGHGHGHGHGHEEEEUGRRRHRRHRHRRHGGHGGHRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRGHHHHHHHH SHHLLERRRRRRRRRR!” He then lept to the air, attempting to use the wings to fly out of the pit and attack the slavers. Mogar, being a nearly fully grown orc fell flat on his face as Frederic escaped with Quakers. Mogar then swore an oath. To destroy all wizards like Frederic, once and for all!
Mogar looks around confused. Why hadn't he flown up in the air as the dragon had? I had the wings, he thought. Quackers has wings too. At that, your attention is drawn up into the sky. You see a bird flying high overhead to the east. It could be Quackers! You see another bird flying to the west! Better find Quackers, then the Freddie Wizzer...
Jumping up and out of the pit, you rush to the street where you can get a clearer view of the birds. You see that the street will lead you out of town in either direction. The road to the east is filled with merchant kiosks and people going about their days while the west is quieter, open, but with a few alleyways that could hide you temporarily. The crowd behind you doesn't sound happy to have you up and running about. You hear someone shout for guards! Better get out of town quickly before you call any more attention to yourself!
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Mogar is distracted by a butterfly off in the distance and doesn't realize that his presence is extremely unwelcome. Mogar starts running to the butterfly resting on a nearby keg of mead. Stumbling over like a great big oaf mogar knocks over several people and breaks a box of cabbages on the way. He notices the people shouting at him and says, "buddderrrfwyyy"
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Last Aerie - Mogar:
Acrobatics: 7 (this includes your +1 modifier)
As you reach out for the butterfly, stumbling and crashing in to your onlookers, you manage to fall face flat, pinning a small gnomish girl beneath you! The girl squeals as she is unable to move, “Help! Help! It’s trying to eat me!!” The crowd is looking angry now as the cabbages roll loosely over the ground. A round looking man across the street brandishes a long stick at you. He was using it to clear leaves from the gutter but it looks as though it could do some damage. “Leave my Anna alone, you animal!” He takes a step forward. “I’m warning you!”
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Burt stops to catch his breath after that daring escape. He stares off into the dark, mysterious cave. he chuckles to himself thinking "Wow! I didn’t plan ahead! What I would pay for a torch in order to venture further into this Cave...!”
After finishing his bout of self loathing... Burt remembers stories from his childhood about caves beneath Last Aerie.
Lyant - Mabinet Caker:
Mabinet Caker has always been one to strive to make a name for himself. Driven by pride, he threw himself into any task that was set before him. He will be the best. He has to be the best! Discovering his love of woodworking at an early age, Mabinet felt a deep connection with the wood. Like the wood, he felt that he never quite belonged in these underground tunnels. He heard stories of the world above, vast and wonderful and full of trees! He had never actually seen a tree, as wood was a rare commodity in his underground existence and most of the materials he dealt with were either scrap or a pulpy ply-wood like substance. This didn't stop him from pursuing his craft. It wasn't long before he had developed a certain eye for cabinetry and the like. The Kobold Cabinet Making Guild, renowned throughout the kobold community and others with an eye for quality quickly identified him as someone of particular talent and accepted him into their ranks. Mabinet spent the next two years studying under the grandmaster Xue, a man that he grew to idolize nearly to a fault.
Inspired, Mabinet decided that he too would become a grandmaster craftsman by taking his chances on the surface.
You find yourself in the town of Lyant. It is early spring. You have heard stories about this place back home, stories praising Lyant for its beautiful trees. As you stand in the street constructing your small stand which will have to stand for the majority of the season, you can't help but feel somewhat cheated. For all the stories you've been told of this place and its trees, it wasn't the wood that was so spectacular but the flowers! Who cares about flowers? you think. You can't make furniture from flowers! That hadn't stopped you, however, from taking advantage of the many adventurers and pilgrims who would journey here from their far off lands. Oh yes, your cabinets were adorned with the most intricate, realistic depictions of those flowers that were now just appearing on the trees throughout the town and people have been eating it up. Your back is to the town mural of the girl who supposedly first discovered the flowers, she's seen reaching up toward the flower, which is of all things, smiling at her! Across from you, another vendor is setting up shop selling his blown glass flowers. What a hack! You can recognize quality when you see it and this man clearly has no eye for craftsmanship! Children run through the street, nearly knocking your stand down each time you've made it stable. Won't their parents do something about this?!
What you don't see, is how this journey has gotten you any closer to your goal of becoming a Cabinet Making Grandmaster!
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Burt Persnun - Mysterious Cave:
You stand on the edge of the cliff catching your breath. As the day passes, the sun rises, spreading dim light into the cave. As it does, you see that the cave isn't very deep and you can actually see the back wall of it relatively clearly in the bright sun.
Make a history check
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
History check: 10
Burt Persnun - Mysterious Cave:
You recall hearing stories about The Red Scar and how it was never uncommon for bandits, thieves, or anyone hoping to escape the confines of society to hole up in the caves and crevices scattered across its face. This cave in particular doesn’t hold any special significance to you.
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
“Ahh yes!” Burt thought to himself. “These caves have been hideouts to many thieves over the years... I wonder if there is any loot or equipment to help me get the hell out of here?”
Investigation roll: 5
Mabinet turns to examine the mural behind him and wonders to himself if Reperia's tree still stands, it was the first noticed, but was it the source? Did the tree ever exist at all or is it just local legend? Would a cabinet made of that tree's wood gain him fame with his Kobold Masters? Or, better yet, infamy amongst the talentless commoners surrounding him? ... He begins to approach the glassblower next to him. If this absolute hack loves those damn flowers so much he must know a thing or two about them.
Burt Persnun - Mysterious Cave:
Stepping into the cave you see that it is clearly lived in. Against the back wall, you see a small table set for one. To your right, a haunch of dried meat hangs from the ceiling in what is clearly the cooking area with a loosely assembled fire pit designed in such a way that any smoke would rise up and out of the cave. A grate is staged above the pit where an iron pot sits. Behind the fire pit is an old looking cabinet, tilting to one side slightly from the rock someone had used to prop up the area where it is missing a leg. The sleeping area to your left doesn't look especially comfortable either, essentially consisting of a pile of loose dirt and a flat rock pillow. An unlit torch next to the 'bed' could provide a sort of night light for whoever lives here.
OOC: Everything here is out in the open. No investigation needed in situations like that.
Mabinet Caker - Lyant:
Before you are even half way across the street the glassblower notices your approach. Looking down at you with a beaming smile, he booms, "Well! Isn't it wonderful, my friend? Spring has come again and with it these lovely things!" He gestures all around himself as if it were obvious what exactly he was talking about.
"I was just coming to introduce myself but it seems you've beaten me to the punch! It seems we'll be spending a lot of time together in the coming months and I for one am looking forward to it!"
He crouches down to your level, still smiling that perfect white smile and thrusts out a hand, scarred from years of working over molten glass. "My name is Brett McHone and I've been post up in this spot every spring for three years now! Never seen you around before though."
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Mabinet, slightly insulted by Brett's crouch reluctantly reaches out his left claw to shake hands, hoping for at least a mild inconvenience on Brett's part.
"Indeed" Mabinet replies with a passive-aggressive hiss, "given the reluctance of this town's residents to approach my stand I would assume most have either never seen a Kobold before or have zero appreciation for fine cabinetry - I would prefer the former".
He leans in intently, hoping to confirm that Brett is indeed a talentless hack with no further appreciation for art than its ability to serve as cheap toys for peasant children as his flowers would suggest.
Mabinet Caker - Lyant:
Brett seems unfazed by your slight. "Indeed the both may be true! Though, even a blind man could appreciate craftsmanship such as this!"
He walks up to one of the few cabinets you have readily on display, lightly running his hands over the intricate surface. "I see you utilize the Xue style of shaping the wood. Not the most traditional approach, but when performed with this attention to detail, I can see you must have incredible skills! Are you familiar with the work of Henry Bradshaw? His talent for bonding joints... You might think it was all one piece! You must allow me to watch you work someday!"
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
“Well... is this the kind of life I have to look forward to?” Burt says aloud as he looks around the cave... He checks for anything of value, pitying the fool that lives here. But then, the cabinet catches his eye. He walks over and opens the cabinet.
Burt Persnun - Mysterious Cave:
You raise the delicate wooden hatch holding the doors shut and they swing open with a soft creak. Inside is a small tinderbox , a stack of well read books, a brass bell , and a hook where someone might hang a coat.
Roll perception!
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Perception: 13
Bert Persnun - Mysterious Cave:
After thoroughly searching the cabinet, you don’t notice anything else particularly interesting.
Yaw - Genasi, Bard (3), College of Lore - Tower of Heaven
Famished, Burt grabs the dried meat and tears off a larger chunk with his beak. He also grabs the tinderbox, bell, torch and the rest of the dried meat and puts it in his pack. He returns to the cliff edge and looks for a place he can safely glide to. While staring out off the cliff edge, he also looks for a way to climb up or down away from this cave.
Perception roll: 12