"Very well." Fesyss says, pulling out her money pouch. she tosses two gold coins towards the bartender, who catches them. The man gives a nod and the dragon moves over to Sinder, holding out the bottle. "Here you go master..."
Esmerelda glances at the situation, a bit apprehensive that the ashen man will be able to defuse it, but continues her conversation with Leto nonetheless, "Well perhaps it is less of my affinity for dragons, and more of a certain dragon's affinity for me..." She continues, feeding Leto a set of lies about her meeting Ronaldo and how he fell for her and eventually wooed and married her. Esmerelda keeps the link between her and Ronaldo open as this conversation is happening so she can simultaneously fill Ronaldo in with all of the details of their story. She also adds through the link, "I suppose their unpredictability makes your oversight less severe, but one must always be prepared, and the Mercury is something that you should have told me earlier." Looking over at the situation again, and seeing that cinder skinned one defused it so easily, she is moderately impressed.
Leto can believe that Esmerelda is a Dragon Lord deep down, but she is going to adamantly deny that she is anything special, so Leto might find it futile to try questioning her as if she had the powers of a Dragon Lord. That is unless I finally fail a Deception check.
As they enter the tavern, Esmerelda follows Leto and sits near him. Although if he doesn't pull her in a certain direction, she tugs him gently in the direction of the orange skinned one at the bar where they she takes a seat between the two.
(Assuming Leto doesn't pull in an opposite direction) "That was some fast thinking and an even smoother talking," Esmerelda says sweetly as she slides her hand up the arm of the man who she can now clearly smell the ash on, "I don't suppose you have a name?" As she waits for a response, she motions for the bartender and orders a glass of water.
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Esmerelda continues sliding her hand seductively up Sinder's arm until it rests on his shoulder as she introduces herself, "Esmerelda." Before she continues, she cocks her head to the side noticing the speed with which Sinder is dunking back the ale. "Yes, we were looking for an exciting trip, and I believe this group will deliver," she says, "What about you? Is she your girlfriend?" As Esmerelda says this, she gestures to the woman next to Sinder who was attempting to steal from this establishment all but 20 seconds ago.
Kyrian looks at Honor "It seems that both dragons have a taste for booze. We should probably stay around them...just in case."
Honor nods, watching everything unfold. "At least they're getting along. Do you think they truly normally do, or do you think it's..." she makes a vague gesture between the two of them.
Naivara stays on the ship, too anxious to go back into town with the others, "They can come," she says to Palvin eventually, "just... keep an eye on them while they're aboard please. Gentleheart should be here soon," she adds, remembering when she feels her near.
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Kyrian growls at Sinder in a very impolite manor, but says nothing. Looking at Honor he replies "Who knows with dragons. I am sure they realize that we would put an end to any fighting, but the open companionship is a little strange."
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Esmerelda responds, "He is off doing business of some kind," she frowns pretending to be irritated at his work, "But let's not talk about him right now. For now I have you two to keep me company." Sipping her water and rubbing Sinder's arm slowly, she continues, "Tell me about yourself darling, why do you smell like a burnt cigar?"
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
As Sinder begins to talk about fire, Esmerelda sits forward pretending to be enraptured by his descriptions of fire. She nods in agreement when Sinder asks about fire being magnificent and glances at him curiously when he switches the conversation back to her. Most men love talking about themselves, but perhaps this one is an exception. Leaning over to Sinder, Esmerelda places her mouth directly next to his ear and whispers seductively, "I can show you what makes me tick. Do you want to see?"
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Latrius stays almost completely silent, his eye starting to twitch slightly. He positions himself as far away from the grey dragon as he can, and huddles on a bar stool looking rather miserable.
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With all the dragons in there, Nadariel will choose that tavern for another performance. In lack of a stage, he will pick a prominent table on the side of the room and convince whoever is sitting there to make space for him by playing a few accords on his bandore (enhance ability charisma/ persuation if needed:33=26 because College of Eloquence)
If there is no interruption, he will play a little concert for the next hour (performance 24.)
Glancing at Leto next to them and the large gathering of people, Esmerelda winks and whispers, "Perhaps when there are less curious eyes. Maybe on the ship? I'm sure we could find a private little corner somewhere. The journey is long," she sighs and rolls her eyes, "and I'm sure Ronaldo will have work to do." She nibbles the corner of his ear before backing off and returning to her glass of water, sweeping her eyes over the other Dragon Lords. As the bard steps onto a table and begins to play, she holds her hand out to Leto once again and says, "Care for a dance darling?"
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Naivara Palvin gives you a nod of acceptance. A bit after the others have left the ship you sense Ymephis approaching the ship. When she comes into view she has changed into adventurer garb. Instead of the fancy dress and clothes of an upper-class woman, she now wears studded leather, has a scimitar at her waist, and has on a backpack. She moves to the ship and gives Naivara a bow of respect. "I am here Mistress..."
A short time after her arrival another figure walks up to the ship. Palvin and Ymephis recognize this as the Stone dragon Yrsaintinth. Yrsaintinth gives a greeting to Palvin, then stands to one side, clearly waiting for someone.
Leto After you have been in the tavern for a few minutes you sense Yrsaintinth drawing closer. He does not come to the tavern, but you think he is likely at the ship, where you told him to meet you.
Sinder Fesyss accepts the mug of ale and starts to drink it. "Yes dragons can, and do, drink." She answers the question. "How do I feel about it?" She asks when the next question is asked of her. "I am not sure..." She looks thoughtful. "I know you are controlling me, but it does not seem to be something I can get concerned about. I want to aid you, and to do the things you ask of me. That is all that there is to it."
Kierro
Chysen goes with you to do your good work, it takes you much of the evening and into the night.
Kyrian Fraty returns to your side after greeting the Mercury dragon. "Aren't they just so cute?" Fraty asks you. "I mean, Mercuries are just so chaotic, flitting here and there, and always on the move..."
Honor As you speak to Kyrian the Mercury dragon glances over to you. "What is this?" She asks, clearly finding you very interesting. "I have never experienced such a thing..." She walks over towards you. "Will you speak again?" She asks. "This is so facinating... Your voice is so... captivating..."
Nadariel You put on a great performance. A large crowd starts to gather, some coming in from outside to listen. The tavern owner lets you eat and drink for free, thanks to the crowd you are drawing in.
Esmerelda You get a reply back through your link... "Counting dragons, and learning who they all are, was never my concern." There seems amusement in the reply this time. "I will continue my work here, and locate you when I am done..."
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"Very well." Fesyss says, pulling out her money pouch. she tosses two gold coins towards the bartender, who catches them. The man gives a nod and the dragon moves over to Sinder, holding out the bottle. "Here you go master..."
Esmerelda glances at the situation, a bit apprehensive that the ashen man will be able to defuse it, but continues her conversation with Leto nonetheless, "Well perhaps it is less of my affinity for dragons, and more of a certain dragon's affinity for me..." She continues, feeding Leto a set of lies about her meeting Ronaldo and how he fell for her and eventually wooed and married her. Esmerelda keeps the link between her and Ronaldo open as this conversation is happening so she can simultaneously fill Ronaldo in with all of the details of their story. She also adds through the link, "I suppose their unpredictability makes your oversight less severe, but one must always be prepared, and the Mercury is something that you should have told me earlier." Looking over at the situation again, and seeing that cinder skinned one defused it so easily, she is moderately impressed.
Leto can believe that Esmerelda is a Dragon Lord deep down, but she is going to adamantly deny that she is anything special, so Leto might find it futile to try questioning her as if she had the powers of a Dragon Lord. That is unless I finally fail a Deception check.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
As they enter the tavern, Esmerelda follows Leto and sits near him. Although if he doesn't pull her in a certain direction, she tugs him gently in the direction of the orange skinned one at the bar where they she takes a seat between the two.
(Assuming Leto doesn't pull in an opposite direction) "That was some fast thinking and an even smoother talking," Esmerelda says sweetly as she slides her hand up the arm of the man who she can now clearly smell the ash on, "I don't suppose you have a name?" As she waits for a response, she motions for the bartender and orders a glass of water.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Esmerelda continues sliding her hand seductively up Sinder's arm until it rests on his shoulder as she introduces herself, "Esmerelda." Before she continues, she cocks her head to the side noticing the speed with which Sinder is dunking back the ale. "Yes, we were looking for an exciting trip, and I believe this group will deliver," she says, "What about you? Is she your girlfriend?" As Esmerelda says this, she gestures to the woman next to Sinder who was attempting to steal from this establishment all but 20 seconds ago.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Honor nods, watching everything unfold. "At least they're getting along. Do you think they truly normally do, or do you think it's..." she makes a vague gesture between the two of them.
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Kyrian growls at Sinder in a very impolite manor, but says nothing. Looking at Honor he replies "Who knows with dragons. I am sure they realize that we would put an end to any fighting, but the open companionship is a little strange."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Esmerelda responds, "He is off doing business of some kind," she frowns pretending to be irritated at his work, "But let's not talk about him right now. For now I have you two to keep me company." Sipping her water and rubbing Sinder's arm slowly, she continues, "Tell me about yourself darling, why do you smell like a burnt cigar?"
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
As Sinder begins to talk about fire, Esmerelda sits forward pretending to be enraptured by his descriptions of fire. She nods in agreement when Sinder asks about fire being magnificent and glances at him curiously when he switches the conversation back to her. Most men love talking about themselves, but perhaps this one is an exception. Leaning over to Sinder, Esmerelda places her mouth directly next to his ear and whispers seductively, "I can show you what makes me tick. Do you want to see?"
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Latrius stays almost completely silent, his eye starting to twitch slightly. He positions himself as far away from the grey dragon as he can, and huddles on a bar stool looking rather miserable.
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With all the dragons in there, Nadariel will choose that tavern for another performance. In lack of a stage, he will pick a prominent table on the side of the room and convince whoever is sitting there to make space for him by playing a few accords on his bandore (enhance ability charisma/ persuation if needed:
33=26 because College of Eloquence)If there is no interruption, he will play a little concert for the next hour (performance 24.)
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Glancing at Leto next to them and the large gathering of people, Esmerelda winks and whispers, "Perhaps when there are less curious eyes. Maybe on the ship? I'm sure we could find a private little corner somewhere. The journey is long," she sighs and rolls her eyes, "and I'm sure Ronaldo will have work to do." She nibbles the corner of his ear before backing off and returning to her glass of water, sweeping her eyes over the other Dragon Lords. As the bard steps onto a table and begins to play, she holds her hand out to Leto once again and says, "Care for a dance darling?"
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
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Naivara
Palvin gives you a nod of acceptance. A bit after the others have left the ship you sense Ymephis approaching the ship. When she comes into view she has changed into adventurer garb. Instead of the fancy dress and clothes of an upper-class woman, she now wears studded leather, has a scimitar at her waist, and has on a backpack. She moves to the ship and gives Naivara a bow of respect. "I am here Mistress..."
A short time after her arrival another figure walks up to the ship. Palvin and Ymephis recognize this as the Stone dragon Yrsaintinth. Yrsaintinth gives a greeting to Palvin, then stands to one side, clearly waiting for someone.
Leto
After you have been in the tavern for a few minutes you sense Yrsaintinth drawing closer. He does not come to the tavern, but you think he is likely at the ship, where you told him to meet you.
Sinder
Fesyss accepts the mug of ale and starts to drink it. "Yes dragons can, and do, drink." She answers the question. "How do I feel about it?" She asks when the next question is asked of her. "I am not sure..." She looks thoughtful. "I know you are controlling me, but it does not seem to be something I can get concerned about. I want to aid you, and to do the things you ask of me. That is all that there is to it."
Kierro
Chysen goes with you to do your good work, it takes you much of the evening and into the night.
Kyrian
Fraty returns to your side after greeting the Mercury dragon. "Aren't they just so cute?" Fraty asks you. "I mean, Mercuries are just so chaotic, flitting here and there, and always on the move..."
Honor
As you speak to Kyrian the Mercury dragon glances over to you. "What is this?" She asks, clearly finding you very interesting. "I have never experienced such a thing..." She walks over towards you. "Will you speak again?" She asks. "This is so facinating... Your voice is so... captivating..."
Nadariel
You put on a great performance. A large crowd starts to gather, some coming in from outside to listen. The tavern owner lets you eat and drink for free, thanks to the crowd you are drawing in.
Esmerelda
You get a reply back through your link... "Counting dragons, and learning who they all are, was never my concern." There seems amusement in the reply this time. "I will continue my work here, and locate you when I am done..."