The people there seem lightly armed, and completely unarmored. Their wagon seems to have stuff, stuffed beneath a single large sheet or blanket that are roughly square in shape. As she continues to look around, though she has to squint to see it, it looks like the wagon wheel had met a rock in the road, and broke its axle, thus leading to the consternation of those riding.
Fallan sits quietly, but while waiting for the crowd to respond to Root, she concentrates on the human, attempting to reach any thoughts she might garner from the individual. If touching none, she will try to project [T] "You really should speak the truth at this time in your life"at all 3 of the travelers.
As the cart approaches and Bell hails them rather eagerly, they look up with faint hope on their faces with tinges of doubt. The cart slows down due to Root, and Fallan mentally speaks to them once close enough, and panic flashes through their faces as they suddenly hear a voice in their head they've never heard before, and such a thing isn't something they've ever experienced before, they fall to their knee's in sheer terror, thinking they may be up against a mind flayer or some other similar ilk. The dwarf kneeling and prostrating himself to the group says in a panicked voice P-p-p-p-p-please don't kill us! We don't know who you are or what you want... we've suffered misfortune.. We mean not to offend you... take what you will of our possessions, but please, spare our lives!
"Holy Hells! Do we look like demons to you?" Bell then raises an eyebrow thoughtfully and reaches up to her horns. "I mean... I guess I do have horns... but come on! What kind of demon has a smile like this?" she exclaims, and lifts her chin and grins widely. She hops down from the cart, her hooves clacking against the ground, and her nose and many ear piercings jingling with the motion. Seeing their genuine terror as she gets closer, Bell turns around and squints at her companions. "One of you guys look at them funny or something?"
They quiver in fear, not sure if they should answer for obvious reasons. They all manage to look up just enough to comply to a degree Ah.. y-yes that is a wonderful smile! I've never been so entranced in my life! But we heard your voice in our minds, telling us not to lie.... We're sorry for offending you!
"Voices... in your heads?" Bell turns her eyes towards Fallan. Then she snorts. "Ah well. In that case... I demand a tribute, mortals! I demand a verbal exchange of your woes unto us, and the information required to assist you! Tell us what has befallen your cart, and what we may do to help you... uh... or else!" Bell shouts, trying to make her voice deeper, but she can't keep a straight face and she cracks herself up. "Hee hee hee, oh boy... that sounded so ridiculous." Bell takes a big swig from her alchemy jug.
Root will look at Fallan giving her a face, as Bell begins her Shenanigans Root will step of the cart. Placing his hand on her head “Worry not, my friends likes to tease folks sometimes. It seems your wheel has broken, Perhaps we can help you.”
"How are we going to help if they broke an axel? Anyone got a spare?"Fallan asks - ignoring faces made at her, or dismissive pats on the head. "Happy to help these folks if we can. Any ideas how?"
Rose sighs and hops off the cart to approach the group. I'm sorry folks. My dragonborn friend is right though, this seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding. A friend on the cart sometimes uses magic errantly. My name is Rosorla Brightmoon, priestess of Selûne. I can assure you we mean you no harm and only wish to assist our fellow travelers.
They all look up after the scene plays out, and everyone says their various pieces, before looking at each-other in tandem. Initially they flinched more at Bells performance till it reached about the middle-point. Ah.... oh... well... Aren't we.. a sight.... to behold... Heh... Now I feel so foolish.. but we've never heard voices in our heads before... at this point, they finally start to get up and dust off their knee's and laughing weakly.
No, we don't have a spare... And it is an awkward pleasure to meet you all.the human said as he put his hand out for Rosorla. We don't have any way to repay your kindness if you assist us though.... so we can understand if you change your minds, though that play that.. uh.. your Satyr.. sorry, we don't know your name... that play was worth a few coins if we had any to spare.
And we don't have the tools to cut down what we'd need to repair it. We have the hammers and nails to patch 'er up, just not the wood. If only we had an axe to properly cut one down.
Fallan's mind fills with a familiar voice, the same one she'd been hearing since the mine, but even longer than that. The moon priest has an axe.... I saw her place it within her bag... it is enchanted... you can borrow it.... and then take their elf with you to assist in cutting down what they need.. Just the two of you.
Rose shake man's hand and offers a kind smile. Fear not friends, payment of any kind won't be necessary. We have an axe, and though not meant for wood cutting specifically it will get the job done. How much wood would you need to make an new axel?
The elf thinks for a moment, looking at it thoughtfully, then at the semi-nearby trees. Either a strong child of a tree, or a thick branch worth. We need something strong enough to be used as a patch, but small enough to work with quickly.... and I'd rather not kill an entire tree... for a wheel. the man said, while the Dwarf nodded in agreement. Aye, I work with metals not wood, but I'd say he has the right of it. So where's this axe? the man asks.
Quickly Fallan, we must aid them, get the axe...and aid them... you must take the elf.. he knows the wood.. have him help you find somethign just right...
Rose pulls the axe out of the bag of holding. Its size is a bit awkward for Rose but places the head of the axe on the ground and says Right here. We can go find some wood for you and get you all fixed up.
Fallan moves over to where Rose is and, with an outstretched hand, says: "I'll do it. I'll take care of your axe, and the pointy-eared one over there should be able to pick out the right tree to give them what they need for an axle. Shouldn't take us too awfully long. The rest of you can get the old broken one off the wagon, no?"With a quick wink at Rose, Fallan extends her hand further.
To Rose [T] "I'm not sure what's going on here, but I have been 'told' to take the elf and the axe to go get the wood. Watch for what happens, even to or with me. I don't know that I trust this voice in my head."
Rose gives Fallan a curious look when she hears the voice in her head. She considers for a moment and says Fallan, I can barely carry this thing and I fight with a Warhammer. Are you sure you're able to handle it? Maybe we should let Root do the cutting?
Fallan pauses, tilting her head as if listening to something silent on the wind. She squints and tilts her head in the other direction, and then gives a loud sigh of resignation. "Rose, I'm surprised at you. Of COURSE, I can handle this axe. At least I think I can."
Rose gives Fallan a curious look but relents. If you think you can handle it then by all means, here you are. Rose offers her the axe, hoping that it will simply be too unwieldy for her fellow halfling to carry.
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The people there seem lightly armed, and completely unarmored. Their wagon seems to have stuff, stuffed beneath a single large sheet or blanket that are roughly square in shape. As she continues to look around, though she has to squint to see it, it looks like the wagon wheel had met a rock in the road, and broke its axle, thus leading to the consternation of those riding.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Bell waves, hailing the travelers. "Hiyaaa! You folk need some help?"
Root will slow down the wagon as the begin to get closer. “That looks bad. Y’all need any help? Where y’all headed?”
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAFallan sits quietly, but while waiting for the crowd to respond to Root, she concentrates on the human, attempting to reach any thoughts she might garner from the individual. If touching none, she will try to project [T] "You really should speak the truth at this time in your life" at all 3 of the travelers.
As the cart approaches and Bell hails them rather eagerly, they look up with faint hope on their faces with tinges of doubt. The cart slows down due to Root, and Fallan mentally speaks to them once close enough, and panic flashes through their faces as they suddenly hear a voice in their head they've never heard before, and such a thing isn't something they've ever experienced before, they fall to their knee's in sheer terror, thinking they may be up against a mind flayer or some other similar ilk. The dwarf kneeling and prostrating himself to the group says in a panicked voice P-p-p-p-p-please don't kill us! We don't know who you are or what you want... we've suffered misfortune.. We mean not to offend you... take what you will of our possessions, but please, spare our lives!
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"Holy Hells! Do we look like demons to you?" Bell then raises an eyebrow thoughtfully and reaches up to her horns. "I mean... I guess I do have horns... but come on! What kind of demon has a smile like this?" she exclaims, and lifts her chin and grins widely. She hops down from the cart, her hooves clacking against the ground, and her nose and many ear piercings jingling with the motion. Seeing their genuine terror as she gets closer, Bell turns around and squints at her companions. "One of you guys look at them funny or something?"
They quiver in fear, not sure if they should answer for obvious reasons. They all manage to look up just enough to comply to a degree Ah.. y-yes that is a wonderful smile! I've never been so entranced in my life! But we heard your voice in our minds, telling us not to lie.... We're sorry for offending you!
Occassional Dungeon Master.
"Voices... in your heads?" Bell turns her eyes towards Fallan. Then she snorts. "Ah well. In that case... I demand a tribute, mortals! I demand a verbal exchange of your woes unto us, and the information required to assist you! Tell us what has befallen your cart, and what we may do to help you... uh... or else!" Bell shouts, trying to make her voice deeper, but she can't keep a straight face and she cracks herself up. "Hee hee hee, oh boy... that sounded so ridiculous." Bell takes a big swig from her alchemy jug.
Root will look at Fallan giving her a face, as Bell begins her Shenanigans Root will step of the cart. Placing his hand on her head “Worry not, my friends likes to tease folks sometimes. It seems your wheel has broken, Perhaps we can help you.”
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA"How are we going to help if they broke an axel? Anyone got a spare?" Fallan asks - ignoring faces made at her, or dismissive pats on the head. "Happy to help these folks if we can. Any ideas how?"
Rose sighs and hops off the cart to approach the group. I'm sorry folks. My dragonborn friend is right though, this seems to be a bit of a misunderstanding. A friend on the cart sometimes uses magic errantly. My name is Rosorla Brightmoon, priestess of Selûne. I can assure you we mean you no harm and only wish to assist our fellow travelers.
They all look up after the scene plays out, and everyone says their various pieces, before looking at each-other in tandem. Initially they flinched more at Bells performance till it reached about the middle-point. Ah.... oh... well... Aren't we.. a sight.... to behold... Heh... Now I feel so foolish.. but we've never heard voices in our heads before... at this point, they finally start to get up and dust off their knee's and laughing weakly.
No, we don't have a spare... And it is an awkward pleasure to meet you all. the human said as he put his hand out for Rosorla. We don't have any way to repay your kindness if you assist us though.... so we can understand if you change your minds, though that play that.. uh.. your Satyr.. sorry, we don't know your name... that play was worth a few coins if we had any to spare.
And we don't have the tools to cut down what we'd need to repair it. We have the hammers and nails to patch 'er up, just not the wood. If only we had an axe to properly cut one down.
Fallan's mind fills with a familiar voice, the same one she'd been hearing since the mine, but even longer than that. The moon priest has an axe.... I saw her place it within her bag... it is enchanted... you can borrow it.... and then take their elf with you to assist in cutting down what they need.. Just the two of you.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Rose shake man's hand and offers a kind smile. Fear not friends, payment of any kind won't be necessary. We have an axe, and though not meant for wood cutting specifically it will get the job done. How much wood would you need to make an new axel?
“Hmmmm well we can help find you some wood.”
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAThe elf thinks for a moment, looking at it thoughtfully, then at the semi-nearby trees. Either a strong child of a tree, or a thick branch worth. We need something strong enough to be used as a patch, but small enough to work with quickly.... and I'd rather not kill an entire tree... for a wheel. the man said, while the Dwarf nodded in agreement. Aye, I work with metals not wood, but I'd say he has the right of it. So where's this axe? the man asks.
Quickly Fallan, we must aid them, get the axe...and aid them... you must take the elf.. he knows the wood.. have him help you find somethign just right...
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Rose pulls the axe out of the bag of holding. Its size is a bit awkward for Rose but places the head of the axe on the ground and says Right here. We can go find some wood for you and get you all fixed up.
Fallan moves over to where Rose is and, with an outstretched hand, says: "I'll do it. I'll take care of your axe, and the pointy-eared one over there should be able to pick out the right tree to give them what they need for an axle. Shouldn't take us too awfully long. The rest of you can get the old broken one off the wagon, no?" With a quick wink at Rose, Fallan extends her hand further.
To Rose [T] "I'm not sure what's going on here, but I have been 'told' to take the elf and the axe to go get the wood. Watch for what happens, even to or with me. I don't know that I trust this voice in my head."
Rose gives Fallan a curious look when she hears the voice in her head. She considers for a moment and says Fallan, I can barely carry this thing and I fight with a Warhammer. Are you sure you're able to handle it? Maybe we should let Root do the cutting?
Fallan pauses, tilting her head as if listening to something silent on the wind. She squints and tilts her head in the other direction, and then gives a loud sigh of resignation. "Rose, I'm surprised at you. Of COURSE, I can handle this axe. At least I think I can."
Rose gives Fallan a curious look but relents. If you think you can handle it then by all means, here you are. Rose offers her the axe, hoping that it will simply be too unwieldy for her fellow halfling to carry.