The wood elf takes both hands and sweeps the wet hair back off his face, as he stares at the 'construct' holding court in the center of the tavern. He looks around for someone puppeting the creation. Seeing no obvious signs of outside control, he continues to watch it in fascination.
The wood-elf quietly rolls the gnome's name round his mouth a few times as he stares at the fire, keeping to himself. Kim-ya, Chimaera, Ki-myra, Kim-ee-ra... The talk of magical storms, and the collective reaction of those present, causes him to turn slightly and give the man his attention.
Sir Baymen is in an interesting place with this discussion. He is most definitely here to solve the storms. He is a knight of the Emerald Order and he feels obligated to contribute to it!
...However...
He has no evidence to show for his investigation, and his connection to nature stops at a powerful admiration.
At the very least, he's inferred from what's been said that the storm is magical.
Maybe there's something there, he's seen nature magic before...
”Well, I’d definitely be interested in helping. If not to stop the storms, then at least to do something other than sit in an admittedly very nice tavern all day” Kindra says, winking at Ricko.
Doc, having been standing motionless for the last few interactions, turns as Crewe speaks, his head tilting sideways in thought as you might have seen from a dog. "[Statement] This one has listened to many tales this week of passing adventurers, accessing memory files now."
Baymen mentions the scope of magical power it would take to generate storms of this size for this long. He listens intently and tries to switch gears to the Sunless Citadel...
"Hell yes." Kindra stands up from her seat and cracks her knuckles. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
The genasi goes to the bar and gets herself dinner and a drink before hanging out at the fire and going to bed a bit late. She flips Ricko a gold piece as she heads upstairs. She knows her stay is paid for, but... Kindra does it anyway as thanks.
The wood-elf raises an eyebrow at the mention of a reward, and raises his hand slowly to get the man's attention. "Mr. uh... Crewe, I'd like to volunteer, if that's alright? I've got this..." He holds his shortbow up in the air for the man to see, then lowers it quickly.
Doc steps forward at Mr. Crewe's request and his eyes light up brighter than before, "[Statement" This one would be more than willing to accompany you to this citadel. "[Query] Do you expect to see danger an the road there?" "[Statement] One adventurer that passed through talked of bandits or goblins on the road" "[Statement] Perhaps I should go to the farm and get my gear."
With that, he walks out of the tavern door back into the rain.
Though completely lost on the subject, Baymen cheerfully agrees to head to the Citadel.
Once the agreements have been made and everyone makes there way to their room, Baymen walks to his chair.
A mission now at hand, Baymen settles down on the ale and sits by the fire with his armor and gear. The right side of his face glows warm in its flames as he continues to watch the rain in the window.
Roland is going to watch the bar for a moment before watching the patrons in the lobby. After a couple of hours of people watching, he will head to bed.
Kindra hangs out by the fireplace until late at night, making small talk, playing cards, and fiddling with magic. She goes upstairs to a bunk and sleeps till morning.
After the Agreement, Baymen made casual conversations and nature puns every so often. It was quiet enjoyable, and much ale was had.
He saw Roland watch people and head to bed. He saw Kindra at the fire so he walked over. He took a small pack out from his gear and shuffled the deck.
He dealt one away from himself and one to himself, face down. He did it again. With each side having two down, he said,"Would you like to play cards?"
Afterwards, some time passed, and he made it to his chair as everyone walked away.
Once everyone was asleep, as far as he could tell, Baymen stopped tending the fire, and watched the rain awhile in the dark before nodding off to sleep.
Keeping to himself largely, the wood-elf gradually dries himself out by the fire, watching the others to try and get a measure of who he would likely be travelling with over the coming days. He says little, feeling that nothing needed to be said. As others head to their beds, he switches off completely from the outside world, staring at the fire until he becomes completely motionless, and his breathing slows to only a few breaths a minute. He meditates in this position well after the last embers of the fire have died, till just before the sun begins its futile efforts to penetrate the clouds.
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The wood elf takes both hands and sweeps the wet hair back off his face, as he stares at the 'construct' holding court in the center of the tavern. He looks around for someone puppeting the creation. Seeing no obvious signs of outside control, he continues to watch it in fascination.
Kindra looks intrigued at the fact that they're being sought after, but even more intrigued at the mechanical being in front of her.
The wood-elf quietly rolls the gnome's name round his mouth a few times as he stares at the fire, keeping to himself. Kim-ya, Chimaera, Ki-myra, Kim-ee-ra... The talk of magical storms, and the collective reaction of those present, causes him to turn slightly and give the man his attention.
Roland listens to the gnome's speech, taking special note of his words about uncommon storms "And how you propose we do start this investigation?"
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Sir Baymen is in an interesting place with this discussion. He is most definitely here to solve the storms. He is a knight of the Emerald Order and he feels obligated to contribute to it!
...However...
He has no evidence to show for his investigation, and his connection to nature stops at a powerful admiration.
At the very least, he's inferred from what's been said that the storm is magical.
Maybe there's something there, he's seen nature magic before...
Arcane (Proficient): 21
Kindra history check: 16
”Well, I’d definitely be interested in helping. If not to stop the storms, then at least to do something other than sit in an admittedly very nice tavern all day” Kindra says, winking at Ricko.
Doc, having been standing motionless for the last few interactions, turns as Crewe speaks, his head tilting sideways in thought as you might have seen from a dog.
"[Statement] This one has listened to many tales this week of passing adventurers, accessing memory files now."
History check: 16
Baymen mentions the scope of magical power it would take to generate storms of this size for this long. He listens intently and tries to switch gears to the Sunless Citadel...
History (Proficient): 3
"Hell yes." Kindra stands up from her seat and cracks her knuckles. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
The genasi goes to the bar and gets herself dinner and a drink before hanging out at the fire and going to bed a bit late. She flips Ricko a gold piece as she heads upstairs. She knows her stay is paid for, but... Kindra does it anyway as thanks.
The wood-elf raises an eyebrow at the mention of a reward, and raises his hand slowly to get the man's attention. "Mr. uh... Crewe, I'd like to volunteer, if that's alright? I've got this..." He holds his shortbow up in the air for the man to see, then lowers it quickly.
Doc steps forward at Mr. Crewe's request and his eyes light up brighter than before,
"[Statement" This one would be more than willing to accompany you to this citadel.
"[Query] Do you expect to see danger an the road there?"
"[Statement] One adventurer that passed through talked of bandits or goblins on the road"
"[Statement] Perhaps I should go to the farm and get my gear."
With that, he walks out of the tavern door back into the rain.
Though completely lost on the subject, Baymen cheerfully agrees to head to the Citadel.
Once the agreements have been made and everyone makes there way to their room, Baymen walks to his chair.
A mission now at hand, Baymen settles down on the ale and sits by the fire with his armor and gear. The right side of his face glows warm in its flames as he continues to watch the rain in the window.
Roland is going to watch the bar for a moment before watching the patrons in the lobby. After a couple of hours of people watching, he will head to bed.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Kindra hangs out by the fireplace until late at night, making small talk, playing cards, and fiddling with magic. She goes upstairs to a bunk and sleeps till morning.
After the Agreement, Baymen made casual conversations and nature puns every so often. It was quiet enjoyable, and much ale was had.
He saw Roland watch people and head to bed. He saw Kindra at the fire so he walked over. He took a small pack out from his gear and shuffled the deck.
He dealt one away from himself and one to himself, face down. He did it again. With each side having two down, he said, "Would you like to play cards?"
Afterwards, some time passed, and he made it to his chair as everyone walked away.
Once everyone was asleep, as far as he could tell, Baymen stopped tending the fire, and watched the rain awhile in the dark before nodding off to sleep.
Keeping to himself largely, the wood-elf gradually dries himself out by the fire, watching the others to try and get a measure of who he would likely be travelling with over the coming days. He says little, feeling that nothing needed to be said. As others head to their beds, he switches off completely from the outside world, staring at the fire until he becomes completely motionless, and his breathing slows to only a few breaths a minute. He meditates in this position well after the last embers of the fire have died, till just before the sun begins its futile efforts to penetrate the clouds.