Roots cooking, begins to get annoyed as Fallan jumps around him and Rose. He erupts leaking a few fires out of his mouth “Enough! You know I hate when you hover around while I cook. Now sit over there, I’ll bring you a bowl after we’re done cooking.” After his outburst Root goes back to cooking with intensity, with what few ingredients he has he will try his best to bring out the flavors.
Rose does what she can to help Root but leaves the majority of the cooking up to him. As food finally being served Rose sits close to the fire to listen to Bell play and Gwen as well if she joins in. Rose made sure Ja'Ree also go a bow but kept him away from the pot knowing he would try to sneak a bite and get fur in the pot if he did. She would also see to serving Carp and his father. Rose started a little at Roots outburst but it seemed that perhaps this was simply their dynamic and didn't give it another thought. She would give Fallan her bowl as well with a faint smile as she internally wondered what made her so jittery.
"Awwww, come on Root, you know the saying: 'If you can't stand the heat... you personally have an abdominal issue.'"Fallan laughs - probably the heartiest and most relaxed expression of humor and enjoyment of life the group in the basement has heard from her in quite a while. And though she drags her feet and kicks at imaginary small stones on the floor, she does move away from the Dragonborn and takes a seat and bobs her head in time with the music she gets to enjoy from her friends.
With music and the smell of cooking food wafting through the air, Fallan's demeanor continues to improve. Laughing, and clapping her hands to the beat of the music, she laughs audibly when she finds herself referenced in Bell's song. "Hear! Hear! No one is imposing! Drooling, maybe - but not imposing!" More laughter and rocking back and forth in her seat like a small child on their birthday, the halfling finishes with "But the wonderful feast can't come soon enough! Just sayin'!"and sports a grin from ear to ear.
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Gwen Performance: 25
Gwen sat idly at first, watching Fallan move around and talk as she did, makign all her comments before saying sardonically You know, most of us only get a single set of rations per day Fallan. Should be happy we're having this at all, besides, you can chew on the salted pork while we wait... Remember? And I doubt we have acess to half the ingredients you're asking for, unless Root has them on him. she says with the faintest hint of exasperation, before pulling out her Viol from her pack, where she kept it tucked away safely. Looking around the room at how lively it was, atleast in general, and she felt hope and warmth in her soul for the first time since they'd came to this town, aside from that bright, sunburst of a moment when Rose had proposed to her, which still shone like a star in the sky in her mind.
Gwen watched Rose help with the preparations, and even if it was going to be entirely vegetables, it would still be better than a belly full of dried rations.... Ja'ree had indeed attempted to be the 'dog' of the party and sneak a bite or two, but thanks to Rose's intervention, he wasn't able to, and eventually, he gave up. Choosing to sit stoically by the stairs, arms crossed as he looked over the group, much like Gwen had, but for different reasons. His eyes darkened as he thought of Dot in her last moments, and he lost himself in thought.. brooding. Atleast until Rose brought him a bowl. He seemed like he was startled out of another dimension before thanking the halfling with a smile, and eating his food, slowly, mixing in bites of the pork, and chewing methodically. His eyes once more rose to glance over the gathered, and if anyone looked, they would see the face of someone who had just came to a resolute decision.
Carp and Quelline had taken up seats on the two barrels on the right half of the room, watching the goings on. Quelline still seemed effected at what had happened to the town, though he hid it almost perfectly, it was obvious he was being strong for his son. Though the halfling dutifully avoided eye contact with Bell, and seemed to be avoiding her as much as possible. Carp seemed unphased, whether it was due to his lack of understanding of death, or him simply being filled with a powerful will was hard to tell, but Carp mingled with everyone as much as he possibly could, running between their legs if they were tall enough, or hopping over their heads if they were halflings - Carp was being a kid despite the events of the last week or two.
Gwen hadn't joined in on the song till after Bell had finished her rap, after that, waiting until she recognized the rune that Bell was playing, and joined her. Bells performance was perfection incarnate, soothing the moods and lifting the spirits of everyone in the cellar. It was a somber but uplifting party. Perhaps even the spirits of those who had fallen could feel the passion being laid into the music. When Gwen had finally joined in, her performance was nearly perfection as well, and between them both, eventually both signing a soft melody that was hauntingly beautiful, as their voices melted together in nearly perfect harmony, though Gwens voice was closer to a bass, in the end, Bells performance was just a note better. Even Ja'ree's face softened. When it was over, Gwen finally accepts her bowl to eat with Rose. The atmosphere in the room had softened yet still retained the warmth of a distant dream.
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As Bell strikes the last note, she beams, happy with her performance. She then looks to Gwen. "That was awesome! Thanks for joining in!"
The Satyr accepts her own portion of the meal, and appears to enjoy it as thoroughly as though it was truly a wonderful feast; in Bell's eyes it was. Once finished, she thanks Root with a pat on the back, and then approaches Quelline. She bows her head. "Sorry for puttin' you in a mood earlier. I hope you enjoyed my music!"
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"Mulkrip" -Hobgoblin Barbarian, Path of the Totem Warrior -Libertalia
While cooking Root looked up as the survivors sat, With what’s happened to these folks need a good cooked soup would do good in lifting spirits. He kept a lot of spare food, at least 20 days worth. A good meal is need here Root thought “I’ll be back just watch the pot!” He left going to his wagon and grabbing dried out vegetables and beef from his chest. Root came back mixed what salted pork Rose had with his the beef and threw in some more vegetables.
As the food begins to finished Root stared at the pot thinking of his small fishing village. Reminiscing the top begins to shuffle snapping Root back. Turing to grab a bowl “Fallan, first bowl!”As she approaches Root apologies “Sorry for some reason whenever I cook I always get agitated when I cook doing it right give me joy and I’d hate to ruin the food.” When Fallan get her bowl she sees a big piece of beef with some extra carrots. Root will call out to Rose “I’ll leave serving your friends to you. I hope this help lifts their spirits...”Getting a bowl, Root takes Bell her food handing it to her“As always your music is welcomed.”
Taking a sit Root waits until everyone has a bowl before going to grab his own. Eating he listens to the viol and it brings a smile to his face. He agains remember the family he left going on his journey, looking at his bow he prayed that the gods watch over them and keep them safe while he finished his pilgrimage.
With everyone served and the music dying down Rose takes a seat next to Gwen while they eat. Once the food is nearly gone Rose yawns and stretches before leaning up against Gwen. Rose briefly took in her surroundings through tired eyes and felt content for the first time in a while despite all the tragedy that had occurred in the last few days. Rose knew Selûne would keep watch over them this night and keep them safe, so thoughts of setting up watch never crossed her mind. As people continued to talk amongst themselves Rose would slowly drift off to sleep in Gwens lap.
Fallan is almost bowled over with surprise and appreciation when she hears her name and sees the meat in her bowl. Bumping her shoulder into Root as the group all enjoys the stew, she beams between spoonfuls of the soup and tries to be polite, but talks through the food in her mouth: "Hey, this is great! And while I don't need to be fed FIRST, I'm always willing to be your "taste tester" as needed. I knew that signing on with you two was going to be better than just having some additional muscle and protection around. You have my sincere thanks, my friend. Job well done!"
She sits as close to Rose as the room allows and other than watching to ensure that Carp couldn't cause her to spill a single drop of her meal, she just smiles and enjoys the moment.
Gwen had set her instrument down carefully against the larger barrel nearby, as Rose settled in, one arm around her, as the elf ate her fill of the vegetable soup. Nodding to Bell with a smile Aye! It's been a while since I was last able to perform with someone else. Bards seem to be scarce these days, usually one, or none at all in any given inn, though the pay is usually better if you're the only one providing entertainment! Hehe. But I think yours helped mine. So let us do this again sometime. She said embracing Rose after her meal was done and pulling her close. Giving a hefty nod and grunt at the fellow musician, or at-least Gwen assumed she was. When Bell got up to go address Mr. Alderleaf, Carp had long since fallen asleep after running around hectically, and eating a belly full of 'stew.'
As Bell approached, Quelline clearly looked away, like someone with anger towards another trying to avoid a conflict with someone who could hurt or kill them easily. Crossing his arms passively-aggressive as bell spoke. Oh the music was fine. But ... You insult me as a parent, yet expect a song to wash it under the bridge? Hmph! he says, freeing one hand to make a 'shoo' motion. Though finally looking Bell dead in the eyes as he says with pained anger of a man who felt he had been scorned And normally, I wouldn't hope for bad to befall anyone .. But I certainly hope that one day you have to face a situation just like I did, where your child is in just as much danger, and you have little choice. So that one day you might realize what you said earlier, and learn from it. Now leave me be. Quelline then drops from the Barrel, and picks up carp, moving them both into the tightest corner he could find, to sleep snuggled next to his boy.
Root had spiced up the Food just a bit. Enough to make it not just taste like a bunch of vegetables tossed into hot water atleast, and the food itself filling every stomach gathered there.Each person receiving food in a orderly manner.
Eventually everyone finding their respective chair, corner, or wall to fall into slumber on.
Rose
slumbers peacefully, comfortable in her now-fiance's arms, extra warmth flowing between them. But as she sleeps, her mind is filled with dreams. At first its an amalgam of random events that don't really seem to tie together, simply the mind wandering in slumber. But eventually, her dream becomes a bright day, Gwen, Bell, Fallan, and Root are all walking down some road or route that Rose doesn't recognize. And Selune moves quickly across the sky. The day becomes dimmer, and for whatever reason, Rose's natural sight fails her, though she is not blinded. Selune ambling directly in front of the sun where she seems to slow, until a corona or halo is all that is left, and darkness washes over the land. She cannot see even an inch beyond her lids, though glowing brightly are the outlines of those whom were with her, like a faerie fire in pitch-dark. Rose still felt a connection to Selune but it was strained. And the world around her took on a different aura. As if she were suddenly underground. Rose tries to trigger her night-vision, and it answers, but the world is a wire-scheme, like a 3 dimensional rendering in progress. Suddenly Rose feels moved elsewhere, and finds herself in familiar tunnels, ones she had only escaped from recently, but she felt calm, and safe. Though something still felt wrong.. perhaps the order of events? The cart before the horse? Etc. Peace washed over Rose then and she felt content, embraced by both her moon, and her lover and time carried on until the dawn.
Gwen's night was mostly dreamless, but happy. Her mind simply flitting from one fancy to another. Happy memories, or events she wished would happen, the music still lingerign in hr mind, causing her smile to exist where anyone who might be up would see.
Bell's
night was intermediate. Her mind was filled with dreams of mortal combat, and friendly jousts. Memories of her family filled her mind and the lessons she had learned. They seemed proud, as if her performance that night had echoed through time and space to meet their ears and bring them joy. Time continued on, and much like rose, she saw herself suddenly on the ocean, though all around her was water, leaving her uncertain of her destination or departure points. The sea raged around her and the others but in the distance, a pleasant melody rang out, at-least a pleasant melody to Bell. The song was fraught with strife, and danger, and it made Bells heart soar, yet ever so faintly under-toning the song itself was something dark, powerful, and most likely, ancient.
Roots
night was almost entirely silent, until near the end. He awoke, already standing in some odd location he knew not where. Surrounding him were men and women - mostly humans, but a few other races intermingled beneath their dark robes, all of whom were gathered, were wearing. Behind them, he could see a halfling bound to an altar, her body naked, and her gut spilled open. Looking at her eyes, he realized it was already too late... whoever the halfling was was already gone. As he prepared to fight, he found himself bound as well, to a rock, overhanging a cliff, and to escape would invite death, but to stay, would be to accept death. It was only then did the massive jaw appear to consume him. And as he found himself being eaten, he woke up.... except he was still within the dream. This time, it was more pleasant, And he saw Rose, and the others sitting at a table, sharing drinks, looking at him quizzically as he stared at them, as if he were staring at them strangely, before he realized he was. Realizing he wasn't in any danger, he calmed down, and joined them at the table.
Fallan's
night was.. oddly calm. Every dream she had was a flitting memory, from before 'that time.' Happy memories, memories that never happened yet made her smile. It all felt so ephemeral. The music from the night still lingered as background music to her dreams, and soon she found herself exploring events that never transpired. She saw her recent comrades, as well as Rose and Gwen, and all she could feel was comfort, and happiness. Though her new friends went to dangerous places, the adventure itself was fun with so many around. She found her mind wandering over years, and decades, as if living them all within the span of her singular dream. Her eyes closed, brimming over with happiness. She sighed, taking in a deep deep breath, and exhaling slowly. As she did so, she suddenly found herself in a pool of blood, her hands soaked with it, yet no one else was around. She found herself in a dimly lit room, with only a single candle to brighten it. A door was open that felt so far away, even though she could stride to it within a moment. She began to move towards it, but the door never got any closer. The harder she ran, the more it shrunk.
This continued for what felt like an eternity, every step taken in that bloody pool in the darkness, with just enough light to see it for what it was. She cried out, and her body slammed against a wooden surface, and she tripped, falling through a door.. the door she had been chasing for an eternity. Her hips and lower half were still soaked with blood, as were her hands, dripping as if fresh, but cool and cold as the nights wind in winter. Rose and the others were there, staring at Root confusedly, before seeming just as disoriented as she was. Root locked eyes with her, before looking to the others, and none of them seemed to notice the blood. When she asked if they saw it, everyone, Root included, laughed, asking if Fallan had had too much to drink that night.
As she panned around, Root was looking at her once more, as if he too saw it. it was only then did Fallan realize there were two Roots, the one she had seen initially who seemed just as confused as her. And one that no one else seemed to notice, sitting right with everyone, unseen, and unnoticed. And he was staring right at her. She blinked, and the sound of some ferocious beast could be heard in that fraction of a second, and as her eyes opened, neither Root was where they had been, and only one remained, standing in the centerpoint of where the other two had been, still looking at her, as the bloody remains of both of the former Roots were gone, as everyone else laughed in the tavern, oblivious.
Despite this all, Somehow Fallan felt a comforting presence, though she couldn't tell from where it came. The blood disappeared like water into the floor, but it felt calming.
It was then that the creaking of the Cellar door could be heard ... opening, and the sound of metal clanking down the stairs echoed through the room.
Rose woke up feeling a bit uneasy as she looked around the room. It took a moment to realize she wasn't in those tunnels again and instead was among friends. Rose squeezed Gwens hand to make sure she was real and not just part of an elaborate dream. Seemingly satisfied Rose got up and stretched when she heard the noise. She quickly shook Gwen awake and put her finger to her lips to indicate she should be quiet for a moment. Rose grabbed her hammer and gestured towards the stairs as she prepared to charge any obviously hostile creature that turned the corner and give them a taste of kneecapper.
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Bell's ears perk up at the sound, and she snatches up her rapier and moves swiftly to the corner of the wall by the stairs, taking care to be quiet.
Stealth: 20
She then whispers "Oil," at the jug on her arm, cursing in her head that she'll be fresh out of her preferred beverage for the next day. Still, she smiles, as waking from her dreams of combat and friendly bouts has put her in the mood for physical confrontation.
Leaving the shield off since the jug would technically take up my other hand. Flavor-wise it's still just strapped to her arm, but I'm not tryin to rules-lawyer my action economy, lol
"Oh no!"gasped Fallan, though quietly in the dark. "Of course nothing good lasts, even WEIRD good is better than unwanted attacks in the night."She fumbles for her shortsword and draws her cloak tight around her, staying back against the closest wall, and wishing the clanging were just cooking pots of a classically trained breakfast chef.
The clanking continued, who or whatever it was didn't seem to care much for stealth, meaning it either was supremely confident in its abilities, or it wasn't expecting to be attacked. Gwen had woken up slowly, not sure why she was being shook, until the first metallic clank is heard, after which she picks up her crossbow and rolls over the barrel, to use it as simultaneous cover, and a steadying point for her aim (+1 to hit). Aiming at the stairs. Bell moves more silently than one would expect, pressing herself against the wall, ready to slick the field with her oil, while Quelline and Carp remained oblivious to it all, though they were well hidden in the corner and thus wouldn't be readily visible either way. Ja'ree had woken up slowly, but readied himself for a fight once he saw who the opponent was. Fallan bemoans her woes. Behind the figure that was quickly approaching was the creeping light of a dawn cracking the sky, as the sun took over for Selune, signalling that it was morning. Root continuing to snore - as oblivious to the potential danger as the farmers.
Eventually, between the morning light eeking through the opened cellar door, and the smouldering fire that still guttered spontaneously, a tall human male, wearing golden armor with a pair of lion-shaped pauldrons. A gleaming greatsword on his back, just visible over the shadow of the light. His golden hair streaked with a hint of silver. And as he was about to cross over the final step, and land within everyone's attacks, he called out in a confident tone. Rosorla? Are you and the others here? just as his foot crossed the final step. The human was clearly suffering from night-blindness from the sudden shift from bright morning light to the darker interior.
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At the mention of Rosorla's name, Bell turns her eyes towards the halfling, still unsure whether this man is friend or foe. She still pours some oil out around the base of the stairs anyways, hoping to stay hidden while the man's eyes adjust to the darkness, but then waits to attack until she sees some kind of sign form Rose that the fellow is a threat.
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"Mulkrip" -Hobgoblin Barbarian, Path of the Totem Warrior -Libertalia
“Mmmmhmm” Root,Sleeping still tosses a bit back and forth. Hearing the steps and someone calling out “Wha, what’s going on?” Looking around he sees everyone preparing for something, Root realizes this isn’t another dream, he gets up ready to attack. “What are we doing?” He says quietly.
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Felix Windfall (Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA,Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA
When Rose hears her name call out and she sees the man's armor she realizes that the man is clearly not some looter or bandit. Still she didn't know him, perhaps he was with the survivors that fled. Either way Rose put down Kneecapper and gestured for the others to put down their weapons as well. I am Rosorla She says stepping out. But I'd rather you just call me Rose. Who are you exactly?
The man 'perks' at the noise, looking in its general direction, but it was clear he was still seeing 'stars' of light, so he looked over Rose, but in her direction. Putting both hands behind his back, and latching them like a soldier, his voice firm, and gravely with age, but still he clearly held some strength behind it as well. I am Sildar Hallwinter, a friend of Gundren Rockseeker. I was told that you, and perhaps others would be here. I am also a proud member of the Lords Alliance, representing Neverwinter personally. I have returned here after hearing from the Kenku known as Burgee that the town had been destroyed but saved posthumously. I had met with the refugee's on my way back from Neverwinter, and thought to join them, since our goals aligned.
Roots cooking, begins to get annoyed as Fallan jumps around him and Rose. He erupts leaking a few fires out of his mouth “Enough! You know I hate when you hover around while I cook. Now sit over there, I’ll bring you a bowl after we’re done cooking.” After his outburst Root goes back to cooking with intensity, with what few ingredients he has he will try his best to bring out the flavors.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiARose does what she can to help Root but leaves the majority of the cooking up to him. As food finally being served Rose sits close to the fire to listen to Bell play and Gwen as well if she joins in. Rose made sure Ja'Ree also go a bow but kept him away from the pot knowing he would try to sneak a bite and get fur in the pot if he did. She would also see to serving Carp and his father. Rose started a little at Roots outburst but it seemed that perhaps this was simply their dynamic and didn't give it another thought. She would give Fallan her bowl as well with a faint smile as she internally wondered what made her so jittery.
"Awwww, come on Root, you know the saying: 'If you can't stand the heat... you personally have an abdominal issue.'" Fallan laughs - probably the heartiest and most relaxed expression of humor and enjoyment of life the group in the basement has heard from her in quite a while. And though she drags her feet and kicks at imaginary small stones on the floor, she does move away from the Dragonborn and takes a seat and bobs her head in time with the music she gets to enjoy from her friends.
Bell begins to sing along to the melody she’s been playing, a smirk creasing her face.
”Easy there big guy, making our food,
don’t let the halfling ruin your mood.
Cooking while angry ruins the taste,
don’t let all your hard work go to waste.
poor little Fallan’s not try’n to impose
just a li’l nervous you know how it goes.
close your eyes, stir the pot, listen to me,
soon we’ll be eating a wonderful feast!”
Bell finishes singing her little song, but keeps strumming along quietly, snickering to herself.
With music and the smell of cooking food wafting through the air, Fallan's demeanor continues to improve. Laughing, and clapping her hands to the beat of the music, she laughs audibly when she finds herself referenced in Bell's song. "Hear! Hear! No one is imposing! Drooling, maybe - but not imposing!" More laughter and rocking back and forth in her seat like a small child on their birthday, the halfling finishes with "But the wonderful feast can't come soon enough! Just sayin'!" and sports a grin from ear to ear.
Gwen Performance: 25
Gwen sat idly at first, watching Fallan move around and talk as she did, makign all her comments before saying sardonically You know, most of us only get a single set of rations per day Fallan. Should be happy we're having this at all, besides, you can chew on the salted pork while we wait... Remember? And I doubt we have acess to half the ingredients you're asking for, unless Root has them on him. she says with the faintest hint of exasperation, before pulling out her Viol from her pack, where she kept it tucked away safely. Looking around the room at how lively it was, atleast in general, and she felt hope and warmth in her soul for the first time since they'd came to this town, aside from that bright, sunburst of a moment when Rose had proposed to her, which still shone like a star in the sky in her mind.
Gwen watched Rose help with the preparations, and even if it was going to be entirely vegetables, it would still be better than a belly full of dried rations.... Ja'ree had indeed attempted to be the 'dog' of the party and sneak a bite or two, but thanks to Rose's intervention, he wasn't able to, and eventually, he gave up. Choosing to sit stoically by the stairs, arms crossed as he looked over the group, much like Gwen had, but for different reasons. His eyes darkened as he thought of Dot in her last moments, and he lost himself in thought.. brooding. Atleast until Rose brought him a bowl. He seemed like he was startled out of another dimension before thanking the halfling with a smile, and eating his food, slowly, mixing in bites of the pork, and chewing methodically. His eyes once more rose to glance over the gathered, and if anyone looked, they would see the face of someone who had just came to a resolute decision.
Carp and Quelline had taken up seats on the two barrels on the right half of the room, watching the goings on. Quelline still seemed effected at what had happened to the town, though he hid it almost perfectly, it was obvious he was being strong for his son. Though the halfling dutifully avoided eye contact with Bell, and seemed to be avoiding her as much as possible. Carp seemed unphased, whether it was due to his lack of understanding of death, or him simply being filled with a powerful will was hard to tell, but Carp mingled with everyone as much as he possibly could, running between their legs if they were tall enough, or hopping over their heads if they were halflings - Carp was being a kid despite the events of the last week or two.
Gwen hadn't joined in on the song till after Bell had finished her rap, after that, waiting until she recognized the rune that Bell was playing, and joined her. Bells performance was perfection incarnate, soothing the moods and lifting the spirits of everyone in the cellar. It was a somber but uplifting party. Perhaps even the spirits of those who had fallen could feel the passion being laid into the music. When Gwen had finally joined in, her performance was nearly perfection as well, and between them both, eventually both signing a soft melody that was hauntingly beautiful, as their voices melted together in nearly perfect harmony, though Gwens voice was closer to a bass, in the end, Bells performance was just a note better. Even Ja'ree's face softened. When it was over, Gwen finally accepts her bowl to eat with Rose. The atmosphere in the room had softened yet still retained the warmth of a distant dream.
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As Bell strikes the last note, she beams, happy with her performance. She then looks to Gwen. "That was awesome! Thanks for joining in!"
The Satyr accepts her own portion of the meal, and appears to enjoy it as thoroughly as though it was truly a wonderful feast; in Bell's eyes it was. Once finished, she thanks Root with a pat on the back, and then approaches Quelline. She bows her head. "Sorry for puttin' you in a mood earlier. I hope you enjoyed my music!"
While cooking Root looked up as the survivors sat, With what’s happened to these folks need a good cooked soup would do good in lifting spirits. He kept a lot of spare food, at least 20 days worth. A good meal is need here Root thought “I’ll be back just watch the pot!” He left going to his wagon and grabbing dried out vegetables and beef from his chest. Root came back mixed what salted pork Rose had with his the beef and threw in some more vegetables.
As the food begins to finished Root stared at the pot thinking of his small fishing village. Reminiscing the top begins to shuffle snapping Root back. Turing to grab a bowl “Fallan, first bowl!” As she approaches Root apologies “Sorry for some reason whenever I cook I always get agitated when I cook doing it right give me joy and I’d hate to ruin the food.” When Fallan get her bowl she sees a big piece of beef with some extra carrots. Root will call out to Rose “I’ll leave serving your friends to you. I hope this help lifts their spirits...” Getting a bowl, Root takes Bell her food handing it to her “As always your music is welcomed.”
Taking a sit Root waits until everyone has a bowl before going to grab his own. Eating he listens to the viol and it brings a smile to his face. He agains remember the family he left going on his journey, looking at his bow he prayed that the gods watch over them and keep them safe while he finished his pilgrimage.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAWith everyone served and the music dying down Rose takes a seat next to Gwen while they eat. Once the food is nearly gone Rose yawns and stretches before leaning up against Gwen. Rose briefly took in her surroundings through tired eyes and felt content for the first time in a while despite all the tragedy that had occurred in the last few days. Rose knew Selûne would keep watch over them this night and keep them safe, so thoughts of setting up watch never crossed her mind. As people continued to talk amongst themselves Rose would slowly drift off to sleep in Gwens lap.
Fallan is almost bowled over with surprise and appreciation when she hears her name and sees the meat in her bowl. Bumping her shoulder into Root as the group all enjoys the stew, she beams between spoonfuls of the soup and tries to be polite, but talks through the food in her mouth: "Hey, this is great! And while I don't need to be fed FIRST, I'm always willing to be your "taste tester" as needed. I knew that signing on with you two was going to be better than just having some additional muscle and protection around. You have my sincere thanks, my friend. Job well done!"
She sits as close to Rose as the room allows and other than watching to ensure that Carp couldn't cause her to spill a single drop of her meal, she just smiles and enjoys the moment.
Gwen had set her instrument down carefully against the larger barrel nearby, as Rose settled in, one arm around her, as the elf ate her fill of the vegetable soup. Nodding to Bell with a smile Aye! It's been a while since I was last able to perform with someone else. Bards seem to be scarce these days, usually one, or none at all in any given inn, though the pay is usually better if you're the only one providing entertainment! Hehe. But I think yours helped mine. So let us do this again sometime. She said embracing Rose after her meal was done and pulling her close. Giving a hefty nod and grunt at the fellow musician, or at-least Gwen assumed she was. When Bell got up to go address Mr. Alderleaf, Carp had long since fallen asleep after running around hectically, and eating a belly full of 'stew.'
As Bell approached, Quelline clearly looked away, like someone with anger towards another trying to avoid a conflict with someone who could hurt or kill them easily. Crossing his arms passively-aggressive as bell spoke. Oh the music was fine. But ... You insult me as a parent, yet expect a song to wash it under the bridge? Hmph! he says, freeing one hand to make a 'shoo' motion. Though finally looking Bell dead in the eyes as he says with pained anger of a man who felt he had been scorned And normally, I wouldn't hope for bad to befall anyone .. But I certainly hope that one day you have to face a situation just like I did, where your child is in just as much danger, and you have little choice. So that one day you might realize what you said earlier, and learn from it. Now leave me be. Quelline then drops from the Barrel, and picks up carp, moving them both into the tightest corner he could find, to sleep snuggled next to his boy.
Root had spiced up the Food just a bit. Enough to make it not just taste like a bunch of vegetables tossed into hot water atleast, and the food itself filling every stomach gathered there.Each person receiving food in a orderly manner.
Eventually everyone finding their respective chair, corner, or wall to fall into slumber on.
Rose
slumbers peacefully, comfortable in her now-fiance's arms, extra warmth flowing between them. But as she sleeps, her mind is filled with dreams. At first its an amalgam of random events that don't really seem to tie together, simply the mind wandering in slumber. But eventually, her dream becomes a bright day, Gwen, Bell, Fallan, and Root are all walking down some road or route that Rose doesn't recognize. And Selune moves quickly across the sky. The day becomes dimmer, and for whatever reason, Rose's natural sight fails her, though she is not blinded. Selune ambling directly in front of the sun where she seems to slow, until a corona or halo is all that is left, and darkness washes over the land. She cannot see even an inch beyond her lids, though glowing brightly are the outlines of those whom were with her, like a faerie fire in pitch-dark. Rose still felt a connection to Selune but it was strained. And the world around her took on a different aura. As if she were suddenly underground. Rose tries to trigger her night-vision, and it answers, but the world is a wire-scheme, like a 3 dimensional rendering in progress. Suddenly Rose feels moved elsewhere, and finds herself in familiar tunnels, ones she had only escaped from recently, but she felt calm, and safe. Though something still felt wrong.. perhaps the order of events? The cart before the horse? Etc. Peace washed over Rose then and she felt content, embraced by both her moon, and her lover and time carried on until the dawn.
Gwen's night was mostly dreamless, but happy. Her mind simply flitting from one fancy to another. Happy memories, or events she wished would happen, the music still lingerign in hr mind, causing her smile to exist where anyone who might be up would see.
Bell's
night was intermediate. Her mind was filled with dreams of mortal combat, and friendly jousts. Memories of her family filled her mind and the lessons she had learned. They seemed proud, as if her performance that night had echoed through time and space to meet their ears and bring them joy. Time continued on, and much like rose, she saw herself suddenly on the ocean, though all around her was water, leaving her uncertain of her destination or departure points. The sea raged around her and the others but in the distance, a pleasant melody rang out, at-least a pleasant melody to Bell. The song was fraught with strife, and danger, and it made Bells heart soar, yet ever so faintly under-toning the song itself was something dark, powerful, and most likely, ancient.
Roots
night was almost entirely silent, until near the end. He awoke, already standing in some odd location he knew not where. Surrounding him were men and women - mostly humans, but a few other races intermingled beneath their dark robes, all of whom were gathered, were wearing. Behind them, he could see a halfling bound to an altar, her body naked, and her gut spilled open. Looking at her eyes, he realized it was already too late... whoever the halfling was was already gone. As he prepared to fight, he found himself bound as well, to a rock, overhanging a cliff, and to escape would invite death, but to stay, would be to accept death. It was only then did the massive jaw appear to consume him. And as he found himself being eaten, he woke up.... except he was still within the dream. This time, it was more pleasant, And he saw Rose, and the others sitting at a table, sharing drinks, looking at him quizzically as he stared at them, as if he were staring at them strangely, before he realized he was. Realizing he wasn't in any danger, he calmed down, and joined them at the table.
Fallan's
night was.. oddly calm. Every dream she had was a flitting memory, from before 'that time.' Happy memories, memories that never happened yet made her smile. It all felt so ephemeral. The music from the night still lingered as background music to her dreams, and soon she found herself exploring events that never transpired. She saw her recent comrades, as well as Rose and Gwen, and all she could feel was comfort, and happiness. Though her new friends went to dangerous places, the adventure itself was fun with so many around. She found her mind wandering over years, and decades, as if living them all within the span of her singular dream. Her eyes closed, brimming over with happiness. She sighed, taking in a deep deep breath, and exhaling slowly. As she did so, she suddenly found herself in a pool of blood, her hands soaked with it, yet no one else was around. She found herself in a dimly lit room, with only a single candle to brighten it. A door was open that felt so far away, even though she could stride to it within a moment. She began to move towards it, but the door never got any closer. The harder she ran, the more it shrunk.
This continued for what felt like an eternity, every step taken in that bloody pool in the darkness, with just enough light to see it for what it was. She cried out, and her body slammed against a wooden surface, and she tripped, falling through a door.. the door she had been chasing for an eternity. Her hips and lower half were still soaked with blood, as were her hands, dripping as if fresh, but cool and cold as the nights wind in winter. Rose and the others were there, staring at Root confusedly, before seeming just as disoriented as she was. Root locked eyes with her, before looking to the others, and none of them seemed to notice the blood. When she asked if they saw it, everyone, Root included, laughed, asking if Fallan had had too much to drink that night.
As she panned around, Root was looking at her once more, as if he too saw it. it was only then did Fallan realize there were two Roots, the one she had seen initially who seemed just as confused as her. And one that no one else seemed to notice, sitting right with everyone, unseen, and unnoticed. And he was staring right at her. She blinked, and the sound of some ferocious beast could be heard in that fraction of a second, and as her eyes opened, neither Root was where they had been, and only one remained, standing in the centerpoint of where the other two had been, still looking at her, as the bloody remains of both of the former Roots were gone, as everyone else laughed in the tavern, oblivious.
Despite this all, Somehow Fallan felt a comforting presence, though she couldn't tell from where it came. The blood disappeared like water into the floor, but it felt calming.
It was then that the creaking of the Cellar door could be heard ... opening, and the sound of metal clanking down the stairs echoed through the room.
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Rose woke up feeling a bit uneasy as she looked around the room. It took a moment to realize she wasn't in those tunnels again and instead was among friends. Rose squeezed Gwens hand to make sure she was real and not just part of an elaborate dream. Seemingly satisfied Rose got up and stretched when she heard the noise. She quickly shook Gwen awake and put her finger to her lips to indicate she should be quiet for a moment. Rose grabbed her hammer and gestured towards the stairs as she prepared to charge any obviously hostile creature that turned the corner and give them a taste of kneecapper.
Bell's ears perk up at the sound, and she snatches up her rapier and moves swiftly to the corner of the wall by the stairs, taking care to be quiet.
Stealth: 20
She then whispers "Oil," at the jug on her arm, cursing in her head that she'll be fresh out of her preferred beverage for the next day. Still, she smiles, as waking from her dreams of combat and friendly bouts has put her in the mood for physical confrontation.
Leaving the shield off since the jug would technically take up my other hand. Flavor-wise it's still just strapped to her arm, but I'm not tryin to rules-lawyer my action economy, lol
"Oh no!" gasped Fallan, though quietly in the dark. "Of course nothing good lasts, even WEIRD good is better than unwanted attacks in the night." She fumbles for her shortsword and draws her cloak tight around her, staying back against the closest wall, and wishing the clanging were just cooking pots of a classically trained breakfast chef.
The clanking continued, who or whatever it was didn't seem to care much for stealth, meaning it either was supremely confident in its abilities, or it wasn't expecting to be attacked. Gwen had woken up slowly, not sure why she was being shook, until the first metallic clank is heard, after which she picks up her crossbow and rolls over the barrel, to use it as simultaneous cover, and a steadying point for her aim (+1 to hit). Aiming at the stairs. Bell moves more silently than one would expect, pressing herself against the wall, ready to slick the field with her oil, while Quelline and Carp remained oblivious to it all, though they were well hidden in the corner and thus wouldn't be readily visible either way. Ja'ree had woken up slowly, but readied himself for a fight once he saw who the opponent was. Fallan bemoans her woes. Behind the figure that was quickly approaching was the creeping light of a dawn cracking the sky, as the sun took over for Selune, signalling that it was morning. Root continuing to snore - as oblivious to the potential danger as the farmers.
Eventually, between the morning light eeking through the opened cellar door, and the smouldering fire that still guttered spontaneously, a tall human male, wearing golden armor with a pair of lion-shaped pauldrons. A gleaming greatsword on his back, just visible over the shadow of the light. His golden hair streaked with a hint of silver. And as he was about to cross over the final step, and land within everyone's attacks, he called out in a confident tone. Rosorla? Are you and the others here? just as his foot crossed the final step. The human was clearly suffering from night-blindness from the sudden shift from bright morning light to the darker interior.
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At the mention of Rosorla's name, Bell turns her eyes towards the halfling, still unsure whether this man is friend or foe. She still pours some oil out around the base of the stairs anyways, hoping to stay hidden while the man's eyes adjust to the darkness, but then waits to attack until she sees some kind of sign form Rose that the fellow is a threat.
If you want a re-roll of stealth: 18
If it would have advantage: 7
“Mmmmhmm” Root,Sleeping still tosses a bit back and forth. Hearing the steps and someone calling out “Wha, what’s going on?” Looking around he sees everyone preparing for something, Root realizes this isn’t another dream, he gets up ready to attack. “What are we doing?” He says quietly.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAWhen Rose hears her name call out and she sees the man's armor she realizes that the man is clearly not some looter or bandit. Still she didn't know him, perhaps he was with the survivors that fled. Either way Rose put down Kneecapper and gestured for the others to put down their weapons as well. I am Rosorla She says stepping out. But I'd rather you just call me Rose. Who are you exactly?
The man 'perks' at the noise, looking in its general direction, but it was clear he was still seeing 'stars' of light, so he looked over Rose, but in her direction. Putting both hands behind his back, and latching them like a soldier, his voice firm, and gravely with age, but still he clearly held some strength behind it as well. I am Sildar Hallwinter, a friend of Gundren Rockseeker. I was told that you, and perhaps others would be here. I am also a proud member of the Lords Alliance, representing Neverwinter personally. I have returned here after hearing from the Kenku known as Burgee that the town had been destroyed but saved posthumously. I had met with the refugee's on my way back from Neverwinter, and thought to join them, since our goals aligned.
Is Gundren with you?
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Bell would wait until Rose replies again, but will warn the man of the spilled oil if their next exchange confirms that he is an ally.