Honor nods. "They must have gotten impatient." She waves, and if they don't seem to be on alert for danger or trying to be stealthy (if so, she'd wait until they're closer), she'll call out (in a normal tone) "I didn't take that long, did I?" She looks up at the sky. "I don't have a timepiece, but I don't think I'm actually late, right?"Her tone doesn't convey any particular worry about if she had, in fact, been late."Who's your new friend?"
You guess the woman wizard was surprised by getting pushed out of her chair and was swearing in a language you don't know. The head pressure was probably since you have not had raspberries yet.
Kierro looks over his shoulder as Honor calls out. “Hello; I’m Kierro. I offered to join your friends’ search for the missing supplies. What’s your name, friends?”
You guess the woman wizard was surprised by getting pushed out of her chair and was swearing in a language you don't know. The head pressure was probably since you have not had raspberries yet.
<OOC: I love you incorporated her desire for raspberries!>
Tessa shakes her head to clear the pressure. It's subtle; but she shifts her balance into defensive posture. Most would miss the subtlety of the shift. She still glares at Vilana. She says in a clipped angry tone, "What did you do to me, you *****?! Why can't I remember anything before I awoke in this fleaspeck of a town?! You will give me the answers I seek or I will carve my name into your bones! I swear it!" Tessa's eyes reveal a soul barely hanging onto reality and liable to lash out at anyone or anything.
She ponders Walter's words for a moment, putting a finger to her pursed lips, while holding the rapier level with her other hand. After drawing it out for a moment, she pulls the blade back a few inches and says,"Congratulations, Walter. You've made a compelling argument. You and your friend will be motivated by later payment well enough that I can trust you to hold up your end of things in the meantime. You used logic and reason. The fact that you're a bit unscrupulous means I can count on you to get your hands dirty, when needed, and you have enough wits about you to see the value in a long term investment over a short term act of poor judgment."
"I can't be completely reliant on you, nor can I make a scene when I get into your little hamlet. I also am unwilling to solely rely on your word, so I will expect to remain armed myself in case either of you should err in judgment and put short term gain over long term profit. I'll need you to give me clothes and armor, and I will remain armed. I leave the choice to you - the longbow or the rapier. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable with the blade, and entrust me the longbow. You'll be reimbursed as soon as I have the opportunity to do so."
In an entirely different tone, no musicality to it, no flirtatiousness or distraction, but absolute seriousness Mylene says, "Hear me now. If you support me now, when I am at my lowest, you will be rewarded. When I reclaim what is mine -" she does not know what that is, but feels sure it is something, thus her oath feels genuine "-I will see my loyal minions - or servants, allies, however you all prefer to think of yourself - rewarded. Respect me and do not break my trust, and I give you my word we will remain allies to one another's mutual benefit. In the meantime, your choice - which weapon am I to keep on my person? And again, clothes and armor, please. I'm but a frail girl, and a robust man such as yourself has less concern for injury, surely."
If there is confusion, Mylene adds, "The armor will fit me well enough. As for clothes, do you carry a spare outfit? The cloak alone is a bit risque for these bucolic rural tastes, surely. I will obtain something suitable when we have better access, but I can't very well wander into town like this. No one would get anything done - imagine the carriage accidents we would cause."
She smiles, now with the appearance of making jokes among friends, as she shifts gears, now entertaining the idea of working alongside this man, at least until he disappoints her or betrays her trust. She has offered him a genuine contract, in this. She extends a hand, knowing that if he was ever going to take an opportunity to try to draw his dagger on her, this will be it, ready to React to end him if he takes the predictable choice of betrayal, but also ready to hold up her end if he does not.
"I normally don't touch common folk, but in these strange circumstances I will allow you to 'shake on it,' as you might put it."
Persuasion: 24
"Seems good to me." Walter says with a sigh of relief. He takes your hand, almost daintily, clearly more worried about offending you than much of anything else at this point. "You can have which ever weapon you like." He says, tugging the bracers off. He holds them out to you. "I will explain matters to Hubbul whenever he finally gets here. As for clothes, I can give you my tunic, and I have more clothes in my house in town, so can get you something more there. we also have a general store, as well as an outfitter, in town, so should be able to get more suitable items when we get some money to buy things with." He is already starting to disrobe as you take the bracers from his hand...
As you touch the item that called to you, a power floods through your entire body. A piece of yourself has come home, changing you, making you more whole. You sense that there is a lot of these pieces still missing though, but the feeling of joining with a piece of yourself, however small, is enough to push that aside for the moment. With the sensation comes a memory. A memory of...
You have a flash of memory as you come into contact with the bracers. You see yourself with a man with dark blue/purple scaly skin, a set of horns growing up and back from his head, and fangs. He has a viking-style beard, a forked tail, and silvery eyes. The two of you stand over a dead elven male. As the memory ends you and the teifling are slipping out of your clothes and moving to each other. You will recognize the Tiefling as Leto whenever you meet.
Mylene Durza
(Quoted an earlier section as a reminder.)
On arriving to the town, Mylene speaks to Walter. ”Well, we’re here. Your muscular friend must have gotten lost somewhere. More importantly, I believe there was mention of a stop by your home for more suitable clothing than this tunic. I didn’t even think to ask if you have a wife, or a girlfriend, Walter,” Mylene says. “Even if you did I doubt they’d have anything that meets my standards in terms of attire, and almost assuredly nothing in my size, knowing these country girls. Regardless, I’ll make due with whatever you have on hand. You do have my thanks for your aid thus far, and I will repay you in time. I always repay those who serve me well.”
She will head to Walter’s house for more suitable clothing as a first intended stop, while keeping an eye out for anything that looks like a local church or temple.
Kierro looks over his shoulder as Honor calls out. “Hello; I’m Kierro. I offered to join your friends’ search for the missing supplies. What’s your name, friends?”
"Not sure if you mean me here or the lady..." The big man with Honor says as he moves on up to join the two of you with her. "I am Higgul though, and am traveling with Honor as we go to check out what is going on with these supplies." He has a friendly smile for both Naivara and kierro as he walks up, his chain mail jingling with every step he takes. "Nice to meet you..."
She ponders Walter's words for a moment, putting a finger to her pursed lips, while holding the rapier level with her other hand. After drawing it out for a moment, she pulls the blade back a few inches and says,"Congratulations, Walter. You've made a compelling argument. You and your friend will be motivated by later payment well enough that I can trust you to hold up your end of things in the meantime. You used logic and reason. The fact that you're a bit unscrupulous means I can count on you to get your hands dirty, when needed, and you have enough wits about you to see the value in a long term investment over a short term act of poor judgment."
"I can't be completely reliant on you, nor can I make a scene when I get into your little hamlet. I also am unwilling to solely rely on your word, so I will expect to remain armed myself in case either of you should err in judgment and put short term gain over long term profit. I'll need you to give me clothes and armor, and I will remain armed. I leave the choice to you - the longbow or the rapier. Perhaps you'd be more comfortable with the blade, and entrust me the longbow. You'll be reimbursed as soon as I have the opportunity to do so."
In an entirely different tone, no musicality to it, no flirtatiousness or distraction, but absolute seriousness Mylene says, "Hear me now. If you support me now, when I am at my lowest, you will be rewarded. When I reclaim what is mine -" she does not know what that is, but feels sure it is something, thus her oath feels genuine "-I will see my loyal minions - or servants, allies, however you all prefer to think of yourself - rewarded. Respect me and do not break my trust, and I give you my word we will remain allies to one another's mutual benefit. In the meantime, your choice - which weapon am I to keep on my person? And again, clothes and armor, please. I'm but a frail girl, and a robust man such as yourself has less concern for injury, surely."
If there is confusion, Mylene adds, "The armor will fit me well enough. As for clothes, do you carry a spare outfit? The cloak alone is a bit risque for these bucolic rural tastes, surely. I will obtain something suitable when we have better access, but I can't very well wander into town like this. No one would get anything done - imagine the carriage accidents we would cause."
She smiles, now with the appearance of making jokes among friends, as she shifts gears, now entertaining the idea of working alongside this man, at least until he disappoints her or betrays her trust. She has offered him a genuine contract, in this. She extends a hand, knowing that if he was ever going to take an opportunity to try to draw his dagger on her, this will be it, ready to React to end him if he takes the predictable choice of betrayal, but also ready to hold up her end if he does not.
"I normally don't touch common folk, but in these strange circumstances I will allow you to 'shake on it,' as you might put it."
Persuasion: 24
"Seems good to me." Walter says with a sigh of relief. He takes your hand, almost daintily, clearly more worried about offending you than much of anything else at this point. "You can have which ever weapon you like." He says, tugging the bracers off. He holds them out to you. "I will explain matters to Hubbul whenever he finally gets here. As for clothes, I can give you my tunic, and I have more clothes in my house in town, so can get you something more there. we also have a general store, as well as an outfitter, in town, so should be able to get more suitable items when we get some money to buy things with." He is already starting to disrobe as you take the bracers from his hand...
As you touch the item that called to you, a power floods through your entire body. A piece of yourself has come home, changing you, making you more whole. You sense that there is a lot of these pieces still missing though, but the feeling of joining with a piece of yourself, however small, is enough to push that aside for the moment. With the sensation comes a memory. A memory of...
You have a flash of memory as you come into contact with the bracers. You see yourself with a man with dark blue/purple scaly skin, a set of horns growing up and back from his head, and fangs. He has a viking-style beard, a forked tail, and silvery eyes. The two of you stand over a dead elven male. As the memory ends you and the teifling are slipping out of your clothes and moving to each other. You will recognize the Tiefling as Leto whenever you meet.
Mylene Durza
(Quoted an earlier section as a reminder.)
On arriving to the town, Mylene speaks to Walter. ”Well, we’re here. Your muscular friend must have gotten lost somewhere. More importantly, I believe there was mention of a stop by your home for more suitable clothing than this tunic. I didn’t even think to ask if you have a wife, or a girlfriend, Walter,” Mylene says. “Even if you did I doubt they’d have anything that meets my standards in terms of attire, and almost assuredly nothing in my size, knowing these country girls. Regardless, I’ll make due with whatever you have on hand. You do have my thanks for your aid thus far, and I will repay you in time. I always repay those who serve me well.”
She will head to Walter’s house for more suitable clothing as a first intended stop, while keeping an eye out for anything that looks like a local church or temple.
"Well, suitable clothing I would say is not what I have." Walter says with a frown. "I have more of my own clothes, that's about it." He leads you past the two shops, then turns down a side path, eventually stopping at a small cottage. It was a bit cobbled together, with clearly cast-off parts used to construct much of it, but it looked sturdy enough. Opening the door Walter nodded towards it. "It is not good enough for the likes of you, but it is all I have..."
Considering situation Vilana's voice was surprisingly calm with no hint of offence, with some soothing sadness in it even: "I did not do anything to you. But you are not the only one in this situation. My bones would tell you the same thing."
"Well, suitable clothing I would say is not what I have." Walter says with a frown. "I have more of my own clothes, that's about it." He leads you past the two shops, then turns down a side path, eventually stopping at a small cottage. It was a bit cobbled together, with clearly cast-off parts used to construct much of it, but it looked sturdy enough. Opening the door Walter nodded towards it. "It is not good enough for the likes of you, but it is all I have..."
Mylene Durza
She enters Walter's home, trying to hold back any statements about the meager way of life of the common folk, as Walter is currently an asset and has proven to be a loyal servant thus far. She looks for the closet to find something more suitable than the tunic to wear in the interim. "You're correct, it's not good enough, but it's good that you recognize that. No matter. This is just temporary." After selecting something more suitable (Common Clothes or Travelers Clothes most likely), given that he is unlikely to have anything she fancies more in his closet, Mylene asks, "Does this town have a cleric or priest of any kind? Maybe they'll have some answers as to what left me waylaid me out in the woods. Or, and maybe even answers about your missing friend, the big fellow. If not a priest, perhaps some local authority might be a good source of information? Do towns this small have a 'town hall'? Like the nicest barn or something?"
Tessa glares at the half-elf woman, still standing one hand clenched in a fist at her side, the other holding onto her dagger so strongly that her white knuckles can be seen from across the distance between the two. The male elf all but forgotten in their confrontation.
Tessa shakes her head a final time. Her shoulders relax and she returns her dagger to her belt. She flashes an embarrassed smile at the room at large. Her face resumes it's child like smile as she says, "So sorry for the misunderstanding, dear. Please won't you be seated." Tessa takes a seat once more as if the past outburst and attempted murder never happened.
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At this point, Sylcan simply collapsed back into his seat. Wearily, he asked the serving woman to serve him an ale - he'd need it to calm his nerves. Glancing up at Tessa, who was sitting there as if nothing had happened, he said to her, "Well, I guess it's now clear that we're in the same situation." Rubbing his face with the palm of his hand, as if he were tired, Sylcan simply left it at that, and sighed heavily.
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Tessa's Insight: 5
Honor
Honor nods. "They must have gotten impatient." She waves, and if they don't seem to be on alert for danger or trying to be stealthy (if so, she'd wait until they're closer), she'll call out (in a normal tone) "I didn't take that long, did I?" She looks up at the sky. "I don't have a timepiece, but I don't think I'm actually late, right?" Her tone doesn't convey any particular worry about if she had, in fact, been late. "Who's your new friend?"
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You guess the woman wizard was surprised by getting pushed out of her chair and was swearing in a language you don't know. The head pressure was probably since you have not had raspberries yet.
Den, in my turn I said "Full move as far away from Tessa as room allows."
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Dice
Ok, then you are 15 feet away, as you needed half of your movement to get to your feet. Sorry I had missed the movement part.
Tessa...
The female wizard is 15 feet away from the table as you draw out your dagger. What are you doing now?
Kierro looks over his shoulder as Honor calls out. “Hello; I’m Kierro. I offered to join your friends’ search for the missing supplies. What’s your name, friends?”
<OOC: I love you incorporated her desire for raspberries!>
Tessa shakes her head to clear the pressure. It's subtle; but she shifts her balance into defensive posture. Most would miss the subtlety of the shift. She still glares at Vilana. She says in a clipped angry tone, "What did you do to me, you *****?! Why can't I remember anything before I awoke in this fleaspeck of a town?! You will give me the answers I seek or I will carve my name into your bones! I swear it!" Tessa's eyes reveal a soul barely hanging onto reality and liable to lash out at anyone or anything.
Mylene Durza
(Quoted an earlier section as a reminder.)
On arriving to the town, Mylene speaks to Walter. ”Well, we’re here. Your muscular friend must have gotten lost somewhere. More importantly, I believe there was mention of a stop by your home for more suitable clothing than this tunic. I didn’t even think to ask if you have a wife, or a girlfriend, Walter,” Mylene says. “Even if you did I doubt they’d have anything that meets my standards in terms of attire, and almost assuredly nothing in my size, knowing these country girls. Regardless, I’ll make due with whatever you have on hand. You do have my thanks for your aid thus far, and I will repay you in time. I always repay those who serve me well.”
She will head to Walter’s house for more suitable clothing as a first intended stop, while keeping an eye out for anything that looks like a local church or temple.
"Not sure if you mean me here or the lady..." The big man with Honor says as he moves on up to join the two of you with her. "I am Higgul though, and am traveling with Honor as we go to check out what is going on with these supplies." He has a friendly smile for both Naivara and kierro as he walks up, his chain mail jingling with every step he takes. "Nice to meet you..."
"Well, suitable clothing I would say is not what I have." Walter says with a frown. "I have more of my own clothes, that's about it." He leads you past the two shops, then turns down a side path, eventually stopping at a small cottage. It was a bit cobbled together, with clearly cast-off parts used to construct much of it, but it looked sturdy enough. Opening the door Walter nodded towards it. "It is not good enough for the likes of you, but it is all I have..."
Talking is a free action, right?
Considering situation Vilana's voice was surprisingly calm with no hint of offence, with some soothing sadness in it even: "I did not do anything to you. But you are not the only one in this situation. My bones would tell you the same thing."
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Naivara:
"Naivara," she says, introducing herself with a wave. "It's nice to meet you too."
To Honor:
She turns to Honor, "I wanted to wait for you," she explains, "but Latrius wanted to go scout ahead."
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Honor
"And I'm Honor. I assume Latrious is somewhere?" she asks Naivara.
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Naivara, to Honor:
"He's scouting ahead a bit," Naivara says, looking around for him. "He should be back soon."
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Quoted:
"Well, suitable clothing I would say is not what I have." Walter says with a frown. "I have more of my own clothes, that's about it." He leads you past the two shops, then turns down a side path, eventually stopping at a small cottage. It was a bit cobbled together, with clearly cast-off parts used to construct much of it, but it looked sturdy enough. Opening the door Walter nodded towards it. "It is not good enough for the likes of you, but it is all I have..."
OOC: I am not sure why it made the above post appear to have a tiny font.
Tessa - Vilana - Silcan
Tessa glares at the half-elf woman, still standing one hand clenched in a fist at her side, the other holding onto her dagger so strongly that her white knuckles can be seen from across the distance between the two. The male elf all but forgotten in their confrontation.
Tessa shakes her head a final time. Her shoulders relax and she returns her dagger to her belt. She flashes an embarrassed smile at the room at large. Her face resumes it's child like smile as she says, "So sorry for the misunderstanding, dear. Please won't you be seated." Tessa takes a seat once more as if the past outburst and attempted murder never happened.
Latrius:
Latrius seemingly materializes next to Honor.
"Nothing around, far as I can tell."
Then, as quickly as he appeared he disappears again: 25
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Sylcan Naïlo: (To Vilana and Tessa, in the Inn)
At this point, Sylcan simply collapsed back into his seat. Wearily, he asked the serving woman to serve him an ale - he'd need it to calm his nerves. Glancing up at Tessa, who was sitting there as if nothing had happened, he said to her, "Well, I guess it's now clear that we're in the same situation." Rubbing his face with the palm of his hand, as if he were tired, Sylcan simply left it at that, and sighed heavily.
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