Insight, to see if she can tell if it's suspicion or impressed: 10
"That was the intention, sir. I'm more than happy to work extra for it if need be."
Kindra walks a bit closer and holds her hands, palms up. Her hands are very warm to the touch, like any fire genasi, and, to Rurik's trained eyes, bear about 10-15 years worth of smithing work experience on them. Though her skin is a dark red, her palm lines are more of a dark orange, like lava flowing through a crevasse.
Doc cocks his head sideways at the innkeeper's questioning, "[Statement] This one was built by House Cannith in a creation forge to serve in the Last War."
"[Statement] This one works through a forging of various components, the main ones being magic, iron, and wood."
"[Statement] This one ended up here after falling through some kind of rip in the air after the collision of some sort of magic. [Statement] During the war this one....."
Doc's voice trails off as he remembers the vivid images of his last moments before falling through the rift..., "[Statement] This one was running around a ridge and colliding with the rift as it formed."
"[Statement] This one has acquired a job investigating the place known as The Sunless Citadel, though your offer is appreciated."
Kindra shrugs and cracks her knuckles as she puts her own gear on and begins her work, which her magic helps to accelerate.
She uses Produce Flame for extra heat, Shape Water for quenching metal, and mending to fix simple breaks in objects, allowing her to flawlessly meld broken parts together in only a minute with no trace of it being broken. She feels in her element with the clanging of metal and rising ashes in the forge.
Making record time, she soon drops all thought of the date of the planting season. ("I'll ask the group when I get back.") Kindra thinks as she works long into the evening.
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Baymen chuckles abit, "Well, its completely possible that you sit down, play a hand, and don't win the coin. Then you've lost your time, and gained nothing."
Holding the deck of cards, looks at her as if to say "are you ready?" and sets it down picking his hand up.
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Enjoying the lack of rain, Fargoth remains sitting outside the inn. Some time alone to himself each day was something he looked forward to, in this instance to start another project. His children possessed a veritable forest-full of carved wooden animals, along with wooden swords, and toy soldiers. He had been practicing his horses recently, and decided to start another one.
Doc, having observed humanoid interaction before, keeps very quiet as the barkeep talks about the Citadel and nods as he speaks. When he is done Doc will press for more details.
"[Statement] This one thanks you for your information. [Query] If this one might ask, who was this 'last crew' that came through looking for the citadel?"
Fargoth notices the farmer stopping to watch him out the corner of his eye, makes the last few scrapes with his knife, and turns his head, nodding to him in greeting. "Any grandchildren?"
"Who can say, friend?" Fargoth goes silent for a second, wondering if this adventure would inflict his own family with the same sort of uncertainty in his well being. "Aye, two boys, half-elves both. They wouldn't be seeing this for a while, should I keep it... I will leave this with the innkeeper, perhaps someone else's child can give it a good home."
Insight, to see if she can tell if it's suspicion or impressed: 10
"That was the intention, sir. I'm more than happy to work extra for it if need be."
Kindra walks a bit closer and holds her hands, palms up. Her hands are very warm to the touch, like any fire genasi, and, to Rurik's trained eyes, bear about 10-15 years worth of smithing work experience on them. Though her skin is a dark red, her palm lines are more of a dark orange, like lava flowing through a crevasse.
Roland is going to go up to his room for some rest and lay quietly on his bed.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Intelligence Check: 15
"Planting season? At this time of year? What does Oakhurst typically grow?"
Baymen will look the young woman in the eye, "Take a seat then, if you win, take the coin."
Intelligence For Brewing: 17
Doc cocks his head sideways at the innkeeper's questioning, "[Statement] This one was built by House Cannith in a creation forge to serve in the Last War."
"[Statement] This one works through a forging of various components, the main ones being magic, iron, and wood."
"[Statement] This one ended up here after falling through some kind of rip in the air after the collision of some sort of magic. [Statement] During the war this one....."
Doc's voice trails off as he remembers the vivid images of his last moments before falling through the rift..., "[Statement] This one was running around a ridge and colliding with the rift as it formed."
"[Statement] This one has acquired a job investigating the place known as The Sunless Citadel, though your offer is appreciated."
Kindra shrugs and cracks her knuckles as she puts her own gear on and begins her work, which her magic helps to accelerate.
She uses Produce Flame for extra heat, Shape Water for quenching metal, and mending to fix simple breaks in objects, allowing her to flawlessly meld broken parts together in only a minute with no trace of it being broken. She feels in her element with the clanging of metal and rising ashes in the forge.
Making record time, she soon drops all thought of the date of the planting season. ("I'll ask the group when I get back.") Kindra thinks as she works long into the evening.
Baymen chuckles abit, "Well, its completely possible that you sit down, play a hand, and don't win the coin. Then you've lost your time, and gained nothing."
Holding the deck of cards, looks at her as if to say "are you ready?" and sets it down picking his hand up.
Performance, with Proficiency bonus: 5
Enjoying the lack of rain, Fargoth remains sitting outside the inn. Some time alone to himself each day was something he looked forward to, in this instance to start another project. His children possessed a veritable forest-full of carved wooden animals, along with wooden swords, and toy soldiers. He had been practicing his horses recently, and decided to start another one.
Assuming DEX check with proficiency: 23
Doc, having observed humanoid interaction before, keeps very quiet as the barkeep talks about the Citadel and nods as he speaks. When he is done Doc will press for more details.
"[Statement] This one thanks you for your information. [Query] If this one might ask, who was this 'last crew' that came through looking for the citadel?"
Intelligence (Smith's Tools) at adv: 22
Fargoth notices the farmer stopping to watch him out the corner of his eye, makes the last few scrapes with his knife, and turns his head, nodding to him in greeting. "Any grandchildren?"
Baymen hands the girl the coin and smiles, "Perhaps not, we we're playing lowball, and 10 is lower than 22. The gold is yours, and thank you."
Baymen lowers his head in respect of her gambling prowess. Her time seems to be worth quiet a lot.
"Who can say, friend?" Fargoth goes silent for a second, wondering if this adventure would inflict his own family with the same sort of uncertainty in his well being. "Aye, two boys, half-elves both. They wouldn't be seeing this for a while, should I keep it... I will leave this with the innkeeper, perhaps someone else's child can give it a good home."