Bending over to stoke the fire is Felix Nox Flemier, a woman of no quality or virtue whatsoever. On second thoughts, one cannot be sure she is entirely a woman. Although she claimed to have come all the way from the ten towns, she doesn't seem likely to belong anywhere further north than Thornhold.
Her constant shaking of her bag of darned ball bearings have irritated her companions to the point of murder, although she seems completely focused on her distraction. She claimed to be well read and erudite, but on closer inspection her comrades discovered that she can't even read elvish. She claimed to have her eye on a seat in the senate, but she also despised the law (and made it clear in public). What irked the fellow travelers most was her eyes, which could be either simply innocent or terribly dishonest. (also, her broad spectrum of literature includes multiple goblin works)
Thasea sits far away from the fire, where she is less affected by the balls. She sits on the floor, using a sharp rock to scribble on the ground. The questions on the ground are all surrounding a question on the possibility of rebirth and how higher beings maybe involved in rebirth of a being. She seems frustrated when she writes down these questions. Occasionally, she would glance around, but then would quickly return back to her questions. There would be long and complex paragraphs of thought, but then she would rub it all away after a while. She doesn't seem to talk to anyone in the party, probably because social interactions are dumb
After a good nights sleep, you wake up to find the sky is full of mist, you are about to pack up and head on when you find that the tress surrounding you are not the same trees as the ones the night before. The campfire is still ablaze and the tents are halfway packed
Opposite of Felix sits a young-looking halfling girl named Flavia. Her dark red hair that reaches her shoulders is only slightly moved by the night breeze. Absentmindedly she sharpens one of her two daggers with a small stone she found earlier, while her amber eyes stare into the blazing fire. She tried talking to the others, but they seemed to be rather annoyed by the fact she is a sesquipedalian and some people have a hard time understanding her if they did not concentrate. Finally, Flavia sheathes the dagger and throws herself into her sleeping bag.
(Now to the weird forest.)
I examine the strange, black and not to mention dead trees.
Somewhere in the shadows of the tree a dark figure sits, back resting against the tree stump. Her breaths are heavy as she closes her golden irises. She sighs and thumps her head against the tree, having woke up from a livid nightmare. She opens her eyes and looks around. Her comrades are just to her right but she didn't want to sit over there. She sits up and lights her hands to at least be able to see a little. Her golden hair is greasy and tied up in twin ponytails. Her dark red skin glows a little under her light and she checks for wounds having found none she slowly leans back down. Her new dream is about her past. A fire genasi of a strong bloodline, her parents, rich nobles, who always wanted their little daughter to be perfect even though they couldn't. they still loved her, as she was an only child. She had a good life altogether, having had the best education, she knew how to speak four languages Common, Celestial, Primordial and Draconic. All was well until she was kidnapped at 13. She escaped a year later from the cruel man who had wanted to sell her and she ran off into the distance where she met her comrades. She had been with them for a while now, three years to be exact, but had never really fit in. She did joke, banter and laugh at times but usually she'd just slink of into a corner and contemplate on getting back to her homeland, back to her parents. As the sun started to rise she got up from her seat and stretched her arms out groaning. Yet another day away from her parents, how fun.
(The forest)
I watch from a distance at what's happening, contemplating on what it could be
"Somebody remind me what we're doin' here." Felix stretched back, yawning. "If we're lookin' for a hole in the ground I bet one of my balls we're not gonna find one for another hour. I'd really rather snuggle back 'til noon."
Still she glanced around a tree in trepidation and kicked softly at the carpet of dead lives beneath her feet. That was when she noticed the wagon tracks mentioned above.
"Good grief, it's possible to drive here?" she rubbed sagaciously at her nose with the hilt of her rapier. "Let's call that the surprise of the day. Follow me, my pretties!"
Of course, she knew that she'd change her mind about the surprise of the day later...
PRIVATE CAMPAIGN!!!!!!! DO NOT ENTER IF YOU ARE NOT PART OF THE GAME.
The party is sitting in neverwinter wood, next to a campfire, weary of their travel to waterdeep.
Describe your characters and tell us of things we might want to know, like personal items or backstories.
Bending over to stoke the fire is Felix Nox Flemier, a woman of no quality or virtue whatsoever. On second thoughts, one cannot be sure she is entirely a woman. Although she claimed to have come all the way from the ten towns, she doesn't seem likely to belong anywhere further north than Thornhold.
Her constant shaking of her bag of darned ball bearings have irritated her companions to the point of murder, although she seems completely focused on her distraction. She claimed to be well read and erudite, but on closer inspection her comrades discovered that she can't even read elvish. She claimed to have her eye on a seat in the senate, but she also despised the law (and made it clear in public). What irked the fellow travelers most was her eyes, which could be either simply innocent or terribly dishonest. (also, her broad spectrum of literature includes multiple goblin works)
Thasea sits far away from the fire, where she is less affected by the balls. She sits on the floor, using a sharp rock to scribble on the ground. The questions on the ground are all surrounding a question on the possibility of rebirth and how higher beings maybe involved in rebirth of a being. She seems frustrated when she writes down these questions. Occasionally, she would glance around, but then would quickly return back to her questions. There would be long and complex paragraphs of thought, but then she would rub it all away after a while. She doesn't seem to talk to anyone in the party, probably because social interactions are dumb
DM using GlendilElfLord's account: No, MattioHattio, you can't be of the opposite gender.
GlendilElfLord's personal note: No, this is not me. It's the DM .
Felix leaned back from where she sat, passing Thasea what looked like a little scrunched up ball of toffee.
"Gotta eat sugar while you can." she pointed out as she jingled the bag of tiny metal balls near his ear.
Anyone else?
K. I'm starting without them
After a good nights sleep, you wake up to find the sky is full of mist, you are about to pack up and head on when you find that the tress surrounding you are not the same trees as the ones the night before. The campfire is still ablaze and the tents are halfway packed
Thasea checks for any creatures around, as well as use the spell "detect magic" to see if there is any traces of magic around (can i do 2 actions?)
You see a large amount off mist, but no creatures seem to be around. The trees do not have leaves and are black and lifeless.
(you're not in initiative, so yah)
Felix scanned the area for any sign of where they are, still jiggling her bag of ball bearings. "By Jove, place needs a paint job."
You don't know where you are. But you see wagon tracks.
(Can i use any spells? I want to use hideous laughter if I can)
On what?
Never mind. use my lamp to look at the surrounding
(Back to the campfire.)
Opposite of Felix sits a young-looking halfling girl named Flavia. Her dark red hair that reaches her shoulders is only slightly moved by the night breeze. Absentmindedly she sharpens one of her two daggers with a small stone she found earlier, while her amber eyes stare into the blazing fire. She tried talking to the others, but they seemed to be rather annoyed by the fact she is a sesquipedalian and some people have a hard time understanding her if they did not concentrate. Finally, Flavia sheathes the dagger and throws herself into her sleeping bag.
(Now to the weird forest.)
I examine the strange, black and not to mention dead trees.
(I guess it's my turn?)
(Campfire)
Somewhere in the shadows of the tree a dark figure sits, back resting against the tree stump. Her breaths are heavy as she closes her golden irises. She sighs and thumps her head against the tree, having woke up from a livid nightmare. She opens her eyes and looks around. Her comrades are just to her right but she didn't want to sit over there. She sits up and lights her hands to at least be able to see a little. Her golden hair is greasy and tied up in twin ponytails. Her dark red skin glows a little under her light and she checks for wounds having found none she slowly leans back down. Her new dream is about her past. A fire genasi of a strong bloodline, her parents, rich nobles, who always wanted their little daughter to be perfect even though they couldn't. they still loved her, as she was an only child. She had a good life altogether, having had the best education, she knew how to speak four languages Common, Celestial, Primordial and Draconic. All was well until she was kidnapped at 13. She escaped a year later from the cruel man who had wanted to sell her and she ran off into the distance where she met her comrades. She had been with them for a while now, three years to be exact, but had never really fit in. She did joke, banter and laugh at times but usually she'd just slink of into a corner and contemplate on getting back to her homeland, back to her parents. As the sun started to rise she got up from her seat and stretched her arms out groaning. Yet another day away from her parents, how fun.
(The forest)
I watch from a distance at what's happening, contemplating on what it could be
"Somebody remind me what we're doin' here." Felix stretched back, yawning. "If we're lookin' for a hole in the ground I bet one of my balls we're not gonna find one for another hour. I'd really rather snuggle back 'til noon."
Still she glanced around a tree in trepidation and kicked softly at the carpet of dead lives beneath her feet. That was when she noticed the wagon tracks mentioned above.
"Good grief, it's possible to drive here?" she rubbed sagaciously at her nose with the hilt of her rapier. "Let's call that the surprise of the day. Follow me, my pretties!"
Of course, she knew that she'd change her mind about the surprise of the day later...
Ok, Flavia, the trees are strange, black and dead.