((Again, so sorry I haven't been present in a bit. As a note, Quinn raised his hand to be a "smooth talker" or the persuasive guy *wiggles eyebrows in Persuasion Proficiency*))
"I'm always one for merriment and revelry!" Quinn accompanies the group headed to the bar.
((Again, so sorry I haven't been present in a bit. As a note, Quinn raised his hand to be a "smooth talker" or the persuasive guy *wiggles eyebrows in Persuasion Proficiency*))
"I'm always one for merriment and revelry!" Quinn accompanies the group headed to the bar.
The Leaping Boar was filled with activity. Though predominantly populated by humans, a few other races could be seen sprinkled in. A woman approaches the group, looking over each of you before smiling. "Welcome to the Leaping Boar, ho many in your party? Six?" she inquired.
((Also the Cube Dropped out so don't worry about them))
Quinn sweeps forth "Six~ in~deed~" He adds a sultry trill to his voice as he addresses the woman "But not just any six, my dear. No, we're adventurers about to set off for fame and glory! It'd be a wonderful send off to have the best the Boar has to offer...though of course at a discount for those as valorous as ourselves. Wouldn't you agree?"
((He's basically smooth talking to get them free drinks so Persuasion check: 20))
Quinn sweeps forth "Six~ in~deed~" He adds a sultry trill to his voice as he addresses the woman "But not just any six, my dear. No, we're adventurers about to set off for fame and glory! It'd be a wonderful send off to have the best the Boar has to offer...though of course at a discount for those as valorous as ourselves. Wouldn't you agree?"
((He's basically smooth talking to get them free drinks so Persuasion check: 20))
She tilt her head, as if something came to mind... and it's just now starting to dawn on her. "Oh, so you are the ones he was talking about, Your Table is this way." She would say, before leading you and the group to one of their larger table, one that seems to seat 10. "We'll have your drinks out soon, Courtesy of of your Saurian Friend."
Thoradin responds with enthusiasm to the response to having a drink together. Well my companions, let's be gettin' to know each other a bit better shall we? I'll go first, so no one is feelin' put on the spot. Me name is Thoradin Blackbone, warrior priest and smith of the great god Grafftier. I be comin' from the land o'Tall Mountain on the lower continent, in a city known as Kenkalduhr on the Dewclaw Mountain. I be married to me beautiful wife Bellaria. Oh also, Ignus, in Kenkalduhr, we have a festival in honor of Grafftier and one of the events is where the women stuff angry ferrets in the men's trousers and the man who lasts the longest wins, so when the "ferret be in the trousers" it means that things be getting dangerous very fast. That be all that be interestin' about meself. What about you lot?
As Thoradin speaks, those of you with sharp eyes can see a tightening around his eyes when he talks about his home and when he mentions his wife, he looks away for a moment before turning around and launching into the explanation of the ferret in the trousers comment. You're not sure, it could be the dim lighting but his eyes seem to be shining a bit when he turns back around. As he finishes speaking, assuming the drinks come, he takes a long draw from his ale, finishing the pint in one go.
"Ha, what a peculiar tradition. Well met, Thoradin," Ignus begins, taking a more modest sip of his ale. "Ignus Olocan. No gods. No immediate family, other than my mother. My father was a djinn who I have come to deduce raped my mother - although she denies it - and vanished without a trace. A few of my kind from my home village, although the rest are mostly crooks and bullies. I chose a different path, and have been traveling for the past 9 years in search of...knowledge."
His glowing orange eyes are starkly contrasted against his charcoal skin, and they flare up a bit when he talks about his father.
Quinn chuckled at his compatriots, though his eye lingered on Ignus when his eyes glowed "We've got a lively bunch! This will make a rousing tale once we're done. No doubt one full of intrigue and action and treasures galore!" His voice began to rise and lilt into a song "Regale, regale in a wonderful tale! The tale of the Warriors Twelve~ wait do we number twelve? Oh no matter, I'm getting sidetracked. I'm Quintillion Amakiir, though please call me Quinn. Though I have been called Quinn the Crimson for my red hot passion. And I'm not just talking on the battlefield." Quinn would throw a wink in Ton's direction "If it wasn't too obvious, I am a bard. My repertoire is comprised of a little song, a little magic, a little bladework. As for where I'm from, that'd be the Feywilds, though I've been on this plane for about a century. I do believe I'm older than a number of our party if you'd believe it!. Nothing to tell of parentage, I was raised in a troupe of fey entertainers, they were all the family I needed. What else what else...oh yes! I am not just any kind of elf, but an Eladrin! My personage will shift with the seasons, so I apologize for any sharp words I might say when should we be together when summer comes. Who's up next?"
Quinn would look expectantly to the rest of the group.
"Oh, um," Verna says, "Hi, I'm Verna. My family and I guard the boarders between the Feywild and the Prime Material Plane. We mostly focus on guiding lost people out and preventing dangerous Fey from escaping."
"what a lively group. I'm Jack Morax, a captain, in service of the Shimmering Knights of the Shining Castle, in the great bog. I'm here because command told me to be, and possibly to make friends, though that comes second." Morax says. "oh, and I hate the ocean."
"what a lively group. I'm Jack Morax, a captain, in service of the Shimmering Knights of the Shining Castle, in the great bog. I'm here because command told me to be, and possibly to make friends, though that comes second." Morax says. "oh, and I hate the ocean."
"Oh, um," Verna says, "Hi, I'm Verna. My family and I guard the boarders between the Feywild and the Prime Material Plane. We mostly focus on guiding lost people out and preventing dangerous Fey from escaping."
Quinn chuckled at his compatriots, though his eye lingered on Ignus when his eyes glowed "We've got a lively bunch! This will make a rousing tale once we're done. No doubt one full of intrigue and action and treasures galore!" His voice began to rise and lilt into a song "Regale, regale in a wonderful tale! The tale of the Warriors Twelve~ wait do we number twelve? Oh no matter, I'm getting sidetracked. I'm Quintillion Amakiir, though please call me Quinn. Though I have been called Quinn the Crimson for my red hot passion. And I'm not just talking on the battlefield." Quinn would throw a wink in Ton's direction "If it wasn't too obvious, I am a bard. My repertoire is comprised of a little song, a little magic, a little bladework. As for where I'm from, that'd be the Feywilds, though I've been on this plane for about a century. I do believe I'm older than a number of our party if you'd believe it!. Nothing to tell of parentage, I was raised in a troupe of fey entertainers, they were all the family I needed. What else what else...oh yes! I am not just any kind of elf, but an Eladrin! My personage will shift with the seasons, so I apologize for any sharp words I might say when should we be together when summer comes. Who's up next?"
Quinn would look expectantly to the rest of the group.
"Ha, what a peculiar tradition. Well met, Thoradin," Ignus begins, taking a more modest sip of his ale. "Ignus Olocan. No gods. No immediate family, other than my mother. My father was a djinn who I have come to deduce raped my mother - although she denies it - and vanished without a trace. A few of my kind from my home village, although the rest are mostly crooks and bullies. I chose a different path, and have been traveling for the past 9 years in search of...knowledge."
His glowing orange eyes are starkly contrasted against his charcoal skin, and they flare up a bit when he talks about his father.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
If there's still room for me to join I'd love to jump in, I'm really interested after reading through everything!
Name : Vanille Lumani'i
Race & Class: Ghostwise Halfling / Light Cleric
Age: 23
Alignment: Neutral Good
Zodiac: Rat
Stats: 18, 171413159, Sanity 10
Perk: 7
Shortcoming: 9 Reroll: 1
Fear: 8
Background: Acolyte
Vanille was born and raised in a secluded village nestled into one of the many indistinct islands sitting along the continent's coast. From the moment of her birth her path in life had seemingly already been set, due to the small sun-shaped birthmark brandished on her back. Amongst her people this could only mean one thing—that she had been marked by (insert whichever God of light/fire this world has). It was a rare occurrence in her village, though not unheard of. She spent many of her formative years in the village church as a disciple along with the other 'marked' ones, studying sacred doctrines and learning the ways of (insert God here). This never bothered Vanille though, as she'd always felt a calling drawing her towards the light and an innateness for the flames. To her and her people this was an honor, and she intended to serve her deity to the fullest with the divine powers she had been gifted. However, such worship of a deity of The Ascended (I'm assuming lol) brought unwanted attention to her peaceful, unassuming village. It took only one night for the Hell Knights to wreak havoc and unleash a fiendish assault on her people. It was a fateful night she'll never forget, burned into her memory even more so than the scriptures she was raised on. The ambush decimated a fair number of the village inhabitants, leaving few survivors. This instilled in her a deep grudge towards anything fiendish and inherently evil, and she vowed she would serve her life in retribution. It was then that (insert God)'s divine voice spoke to her, telling her that her journey begins here. Like fire, destruction makes way for new growth. She was to become a champion of light, purifying the darkness of this warring world with holy flame. Leaving her village behind, she set out for the mainland hesitantly, but hopeful.
(Not sure why it's showing manipulated rolls sorry, I rerolled my shortcoming. If its a problem I can always reroll.) (Oof for some reason it's changing my fear/reroll rolls whenever I update but my sheets will reflect my actual first rolls)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
If there's still room for me to join I'd love to jump in, I'm really interested after reading through everything!
Name : Vanille Lumani'i
Race & Class: Ghostwise Halfling / Light Cleric
Age: 23
Alignment: Neutral Good
Zodiac: Rat
Stats: 18, 101612155, Sanity 10
Perk: 10
Shortcoming: 5 Reroll: 1
Fear: 52
Background: Acolyte
Vanille was born and raised in a secluded village nestled into one of the many indistinct islands sitting along the continent's coast. From the moment of her birth her path in life had seemingly already been set, due to the small sun-shaped birthmark brandished on her back. Amongst her people this could only mean one thing—that she had been marked by (insert whichever God of light/fire this world has). It was a rare occurrence in her village, though not unheard of. She spent many of her formative years in the village church as a disciple along with the other 'marked' ones, studying sacred doctrines and learning the ways of (insert God here). This never bothered Vanille though, as she'd always felt a calling drawing her towards the light and an innateness for the flames. To her and her people this was an honor, and she intended to serve her deity to the fullest with the divine powers she had been gifted. However, such worship of a deity of The Ascended (I'm assuming lol) brought unwanted attention to her peaceful, unassuming village. It took only one night for the Hell Knights to wreak havoc and unleash a fiendish assault on her people. It was a fateful night she'll never forget, burned into her memory even more so than the scriptures she was raised on. The ambush decimated a fair number of the village inhabitants, leaving few survivors. This instilled in her a deep grudge towards anything fiendish and inherently evil, and she vowed she would serve her life in retribution. It was then that (insert God)'s divine voice spoke to her, telling her that her journey begins here. Like fire, destruction makes way for new growth. She was to become a champion of light, purifying the darkness of this warring world with holy flame. Leaving her village behind, she set out for the mainland hesitantly, but hopeful.
Ton Joins the group going to the bar
Drow enthusiast
Lover of lore and magic.
-The White Crow-
((So that's five bar goers and six people at the inn... Or do I have that backwards?))
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
((Again, so sorry I haven't been present in a bit. As a note, Quinn raised his hand to be a "smooth talker" or the persuasive guy *wiggles eyebrows in Persuasion Proficiency*))
"I'm always one for merriment and revelry!" Quinn accompanies the group headed to the bar.
((guess we are doing the bar scenes now :) ))
The Leaping Boar was filled with activity. Though predominantly populated by humans, a few other races could be seen sprinkled in. A woman approaches the group, looking over each of you before smiling. "Welcome to the Leaping Boar, ho many in your party? Six?" she inquired.
((Also the Cube Dropped out so don't worry about them))
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
Quinn sweeps forth "Six~ in~deed~" He adds a sultry trill to his voice as he addresses the woman "But not just any six, my dear. No, we're adventurers about to set off for fame and glory! It'd be a wonderful send off to have the best the Boar has to offer...though of course at a discount for those as valorous as ourselves. Wouldn't you agree?"
((He's basically smooth talking to get them free drinks so Persuasion check: 20))
She tilt her head, as if something came to mind... and it's just now starting to dawn on her. "Oh, so you are the ones he was talking about, Your Table is this way." She would say, before leading you and the group to one of their larger table, one that seems to seat 10. "We'll have your drinks out soon, Courtesy of of your Saurian Friend."
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
((Not sure ill be able to post today, family is here.))
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
((No Worries, I'll probably be busy most of the day too... Happy Mother's day Everyone!))
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
Ignus will survey the scene at the tavern, scanning around for anyone that might be watching the group, or otherwise acting strangely.
Investigation: 16
DM - Above & Below
No one seems to pay you any second glances
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
Thoradin responds with enthusiasm to the response to having a drink together. Well my companions, let's be gettin' to know each other a bit better shall we? I'll go first, so no one is feelin' put on the spot. Me name is Thoradin Blackbone, warrior priest and smith of the great god Grafftier. I be comin' from the land o'Tall Mountain on the lower continent, in a city known as Kenkalduhr on the Dewclaw Mountain. I be married to me beautiful wife Bellaria. Oh also, Ignus, in Kenkalduhr, we have a festival in honor of Grafftier and one of the events is where the women stuff angry ferrets in the men's trousers and the man who lasts the longest wins, so when the "ferret be in the trousers" it means that things be getting dangerous very fast. That be all that be interestin' about meself. What about you lot?
As Thoradin speaks, those of you with sharp eyes can see a tightening around his eyes when he talks about his home and when he mentions his wife, he looks away for a moment before turning around and launching into the explanation of the ferret in the trousers comment. You're not sure, it could be the dim lighting but his eyes seem to be shining a bit when he turns back around. As he finishes speaking, assuming the drinks come, he takes a long draw from his ale, finishing the pint in one go.
"Ha, what a peculiar tradition. Well met, Thoradin," Ignus begins, taking a more modest sip of his ale. "Ignus Olocan. No gods. No immediate family, other than my mother. My father was a djinn who I have come to deduce raped my mother - although she denies it - and vanished without a trace. A few of my kind from my home village, although the rest are mostly crooks and bullies. I chose a different path, and have been traveling for the past 9 years in search of...knowledge."
His glowing orange eyes are starkly contrasted against his charcoal skin, and they flare up a bit when he talks about his father.
DM - Above & Below
Check it out Ignus!
Quinn chuckled at his compatriots, though his eye lingered on Ignus when his eyes glowed "We've got a lively bunch! This will make a rousing tale once we're done. No doubt one full of intrigue and action and treasures galore!" His voice began to rise and lilt into a song "Regale, regale in a wonderful tale! The tale of the Warriors Twelve~ wait do we number twelve? Oh no matter, I'm getting sidetracked. I'm Quintillion Amakiir, though please call me Quinn. Though I have been called Quinn the Crimson for my red hot passion. And I'm not just talking on the battlefield." Quinn would throw a wink in Ton's direction "If it wasn't too obvious, I am a bard. My repertoire is comprised of a little song, a little magic, a little bladework. As for where I'm from, that'd be the Feywilds, though I've been on this plane for about a century. I do believe I'm older than a number of our party if you'd believe it!. Nothing to tell of parentage, I was raised in a troupe of fey entertainers, they were all the family I needed. What else what else...oh yes! I am not just any kind of elf, but an Eladrin! My personage will shift with the seasons, so I apologize for any sharp words I might say when should we be together when summer comes. Who's up next?"
Quinn would look expectantly to the rest of the group.
"Oh, um," Verna says, "Hi, I'm Verna. My family and I guard the boarders between the Feywild and the Prime Material Plane. We mostly focus on guiding lost people out and preventing dangerous Fey from escaping."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"what a lively group. I'm Jack Morax, a captain, in service of the Shimmering Knights of the Shining Castle, in the great bog. I'm here because command told me to be, and possibly to make friends, though that comes second." Morax says. "oh, and I hate the ocean."
Only in death does duty end.
The Bar Maid returns with your drinks, and gives a gentle bow to the group. "Is there anything Else you'd like?"
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
If there's still room for me to join I'd love to jump in, I'm really interested after reading through everything!
Name : Vanille Lumani'i
Race & Class: Ghostwise Halfling / Light Cleric
Age: 23
Alignment: Neutral Good
Zodiac: Rat
Stats: 18, 17 14 13 15 9, Sanity 10
Perk: 7
Shortcoming: 9 Reroll: 1
Fear: 8
Background: Acolyte
Vanille was born and raised in a secluded village nestled into one of the many indistinct islands sitting along the continent's coast. From the moment of her birth her path in life had seemingly already been set, due to the small sun-shaped birthmark brandished on her back. Amongst her people this could only mean one thing—that she had been marked by (insert whichever God of light/fire this world has). It was a rare occurrence in her village, though not unheard of. She spent many of her formative years in the village church as a disciple along with the other 'marked' ones, studying sacred doctrines and learning the ways of (insert God here). This never bothered Vanille though, as she'd always felt a calling drawing her towards the light and an innateness for the flames. To her and her people this was an honor, and she intended to serve her deity to the fullest with the divine powers she had been gifted.
However, such worship of a deity of The Ascended (I'm assuming lol) brought unwanted attention to her peaceful, unassuming village. It took only one night for the Hell Knights to wreak havoc and unleash a fiendish assault on her people. It was a fateful night she'll never forget, burned into her memory even more so than the scriptures she was raised on. The ambush decimated a fair number of the village inhabitants, leaving few survivors. This instilled in her a deep grudge towards anything fiendish and inherently evil, and she vowed she would serve her life in retribution. It was then that (insert God)'s divine voice spoke to her, telling her that her journey begins here. Like fire, destruction makes way for new growth. She was to become a champion of light, purifying the darkness of this warring world with holy flame.
Leaving her village behind, she set out for the mainland hesitantly, but hopeful.
Character Sheet - https://ddb.ac/characters/28377895/m41ljJ
Updated pdf Sheet
(Not sure why it's showing manipulated rolls sorry, I rerolled my shortcoming. If its a problem I can always reroll.)
(Oof for some reason it's changing my fear/reroll rolls whenever I update but my sheets will reflect my actual first rolls)
Liking what I'm seeing so far, let's talk over MP about your deity :)
"Why do we fight? That is the question of war"
Verna thanks the women, "No thank you, I'm fine, does anyone else want anything?"
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard