"Thank you ForgeMaster. I will stop by the tree tomorrow. I will make sure that I come to see some of the competition also. If I may, is there some offering I could give you? I am afraid I don't have much in the way of possessions, but if there is a service I could perform?"
The ForgeMaster smiles at the offer. "Molkainen takes his offerings in the form of what is created. If you would like you could come inside and try you hand at smithing something or perhaps some leather or carving. It is the effort that one puts into the creation that is the true offering, not the product that remains at the end."
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Lyrika goes off with her two new Tabaxi friends, strumming her lyre. "Forbidden stories? Oh, I know all KINDS of forbidden stories. But...they are forbidden!"
Finding a soft place to relax under a shady tree, Lyrika says, "How about a ballad of Hannibal the Brave?"
'Tis said that the hour that Hannibal was born, the skies glowed a glorious red. He opened his eyes and saw his father's sword, and he jumped up out of the bed. The wee little babe, with his first living breath Said "The sword will be my life, and the sword will be my death!" 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the lad that Hannibal became was as strong and swift and grand. He worked like a man and he fought like a bear, always with a sword in his hand. He trained and he sparred with each rover and guard, None could stand in his way, for he grew stronger every day, 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the man that Hannibal became was a very skillful knight. He hid his face and each tourney he won, for his sword would win each fight. The High King announced a great tourney at Bost, And Hannibal vowed he would attend at any cost 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the road that took Hannibal to Bost was as long as it could be. He fought many rogues and he battled some orcs, and many adventures had he. At last he reached Bost, with a cry of delight, But his eyes were then offended at a terrible sight 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the girl whom Hannibal saw was as graceful and lovely as a deer. She was trapped by a man with a fine suit of silk, and a dreadful, loathesome leer. The maiden cried out , with horror and fright. Said the man, "Don't try to fight, you must not defy a knight!" 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the sword that Hannibal drew was as sharp as the sting of a bee. "Unhand that young maiden this moment," he cried, "Or you'll have to answer to me." "Do you know who I am?" asked the scurrilous knight. "Just a corpse like any other, when we've finished our fight!" 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the duel that Hannibal fought was against a fearsome foe. The strength of their strikes struck sparks from their swords as they traded blow for blow. At last the foul knight began to retreat. "I can't waste my skills on you," he said, as he took to his feet," 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the kiss of the grateful maid was as hot as the burning sun. "We must meet again," brave Hannibal said, "But for now, I really must run. I must fight in the tournament about to begin." "I shall sit in the stands," she said, "And watch as you win." 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the verses I'm just going to skip are filled with battles dire. If I sang 'em all, I would wear out my thumbs and break the strings of my lyre. Hannibal won them all, each and every bout, As the final battle started all the crowd began to shout. 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the last knight Hannibal fought was a man of great reknown. The guard of the king and a warrior proud, it was mighty Silas the Crown. Hannibal stared in shock at the scoundrelly cad. Sir Silas cried, "The street knight! Now you'll learn your place, my lad!" 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the tournament Hannibal fought was hard and grim and tense. It often looked like he would lose, but that was just for suspense. Their swords clashed up and down in a glorius dance, And our hero was victorius! Sir Silas had no chance. 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the murder of brave Hannibal was Sir Silas's foulest act. But the Captain of Crowns saw what was afoot, and stopped him before he attacked. "Silas, you must be fired, you're a terrible slob! Hannibal, you are awesome, you can have Silas's job." 'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day, Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
Of course, there's a lot more detail to the story," Lyrika says, laying down her instrument. "But it's hard enough to get people to listen all the way to the end of a song as it is." (performance 20)
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
Aramae sat and watched completely enraptured in the tale, clapping along where appropriate and remaining silent when needed. His eyes watched the Satyr's graceful movements as his ears listened to her melodious voice.
He, always one to hear fetching yarns as well as spin them himself, though not quite as poetically, applauded enthusiastically once the bard had finished her story.
"Brilliant! Marvelous! Stupendous! Outrageous! My dear lady, you have a gift. Cherish it eternally. A long time it has been since I have been so enraptured by a story."
He begins dancing and prancing around Lyrika.
"Ha ha! Merely an hour or so have I been in this city and I have had one of the greatest days of my life! Edgar! Surely you too also quite enjoyed this lovely woman's voice and legendary library of lore to lash our ears!"
Once the song finishes Edgar lower his sword. “WOW that was really good miss.” “Oh I know! How about you follow me on my adventuring? You to Ara! I’m actually a bounty hunter but not the regular boring kind whom chases bad guys.. I’m actually a bad guy my self some times..” he whispers “ ..”and I can’t very well hand my self over now can I? No, I chase down legends and artifacts. And right now I’m heading towards the old fortress of Talgilak. You must join me there!”
"Oh you. Now is not the time for adventuring! There's merriment to be had! Games to be played! Lovers to swoon! And drinks to savor! Keep your notions of grandeur for later! Besides! Just us three? No! Come! Let us keep roaming the festival and the rest of this lovely town! I wish to see it all! Or at least as much as possible. You! Lyrika! What do you think we should do?!"
”Of course not right a away. I need to gather a crew first, and you two must come! And you are right, Now is the time to be marry and stupid!” Then he turn around, kiss Lyrika smack dab on the mouth, laugh and dance around the group looking for a game or something interesting.
As you end your performance Lyrika you look up to see a small crowd has formed and give you rousing applause. A small gnome steps forward. "My dear, that was just lovely. Afine, and dramatic telling of Sir Hannibal's story. Are you registered for the competition tonight? If not you must sign up! With your talent you would do well!" He gestures back to the tent being built behind you which you now realize must be for the bardic competition.
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"Well, maybe I should," she says, pleased with the reaction to her song. "And you two--no going on adventures without me! I'd love to be able to write a song about stories nobody else has heard of, yet! I don't know a single tale of Tabaxi adventurers, and it's about time that got changed."
Lyrika heads to the tent to sign up for the bard competition. After all, maybe she'll start making a name for herself here. And maybe the prize will be enough to save her brothers...
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Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
Lyrika heads over to the tent to sign up. Seated at the table is a gnome that's even small for a gnome, with bright blond hair. He takes down your information and tells you the competition begins just after sundown. The winners purse is only 100 gold, nowhere near the 1500 you need to free your brothers but still a tidy sum for a single performance. He also says to bring your friends as entrance to the event is free by decree of the Æthling.
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"We will be there!" she promises. "Any other fun or interesting events going on to pass the time until then?"
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Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
"All right, thanks!" Lyrika says, returning to her furry friends. "So, what do YOU guys want to do next?"
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Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
"That would be very interesting. Thank you for the offer."Fenro heads into the temple and look around at the area. The forges and furnaces intrigue him, as do the tools hanging on the walls. The heat of the fires is both intimidating and welcoming at the same time. He could understand why the elders at home did not trust it. "Is there anything in particular I should make? Or should I just start?"
"Oh yes! I am always in the mood for stories! Should we find a more comfortable place to relax while you enrapture us in tales both tall and not?"
"Thank you ForgeMaster. I will stop by the tree tomorrow. I will make sure that I come to see some of the competition also. If I may, is there some offering I could give you? I am afraid I don't have much in the way of possessions, but if there is a service I could perform?"
The ForgeMaster smiles at the offer. "Molkainen takes his offerings in the form of what is created. If you would like you could come inside and try you hand at smithing something or perhaps some leather or carving. It is the effort that one puts into the creation that is the true offering, not the product that remains at the end."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Lyrika goes off with her two new Tabaxi friends, strumming her lyre. "Forbidden stories? Oh, I know all KINDS of forbidden stories. But...they are forbidden!"
Finding a soft place to relax under a shady tree, Lyrika says, "How about a ballad of Hannibal the Brave?"
'Tis said that the hour that Hannibal was born, the skies glowed a glorious red.
He opened his eyes and saw his father's sword, and he jumped up out of the bed.
The wee little babe, with his first living breath
Said "The sword will be my life, and the sword will be my death!"
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the lad that Hannibal became was as strong and swift and grand.
He worked like a man and he fought like a bear, always with a sword in his hand.
He trained and he sparred with each rover and guard,
None could stand in his way, for he grew stronger every day,
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the man that Hannibal became was a very skillful knight.
He hid his face and each tourney he won, for his sword would win each fight.
The High King announced a great tourney at Bost,
And Hannibal vowed he would attend at any cost
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the road that took Hannibal to Bost was as long as it could be.
He fought many rogues and he battled some orcs, and many adventures had he.
At last he reached Bost, with a cry of delight,
But his eyes were then offended at a terrible sight
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the girl whom Hannibal saw was as graceful and lovely as a deer.
She was trapped by a man with a fine suit of silk, and a dreadful, loathesome leer.
The maiden cried out , with horror and fright.
Said the man, "Don't try to fight, you must not defy a knight!"
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the sword that Hannibal drew was as sharp as the sting of a bee.
"Unhand that young maiden this moment," he cried, "Or you'll have to answer to me."
"Do you know who I am?" asked the scurrilous knight.
"Just a corpse like any other, when we've finished our fight!"
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the duel that Hannibal fought was against a fearsome foe.
The strength of their strikes struck sparks from their swords as they traded blow for blow.
At last the foul knight began to retreat.
"I can't waste my skills on you," he said, as he took to his feet,"
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the kiss of the grateful maid was as hot as the burning sun.
"We must meet again," brave Hannibal said, "But for now, I really must run.
I must fight in the tournament about to begin."
"I shall sit in the stands," she said, "And watch as you win."
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the verses I'm just going to skip are filled with battles dire.
If I sang 'em all, I would wear out my thumbs and break the strings of my lyre.
Hannibal won them all, each and every bout,
As the final battle started all the crowd began to shout.
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the last knight Hannibal fought was a man of great reknown.
The guard of the king and a warrior proud, it was mighty Silas the Crown.
Hannibal stared in shock at the scoundrelly cad.
Sir Silas cried, "The street knight! Now you'll learn your place, my lad!"
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the tournament Hannibal fought was hard and grim and tense.
It often looked like he would lose, but that was just for suspense.
Their swords clashed up and down in a glorius dance,
And our hero was victorius! Sir Silas had no chance.
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
'Tis said that the murder of brave Hannibal was Sir Silas's foulest act.
But the Captain of Crowns saw what was afoot, and stopped him before he attacked.
"Silas, you must be fired, you're a terrible slob!
Hannibal, you are awesome, you can have Silas's job."
'Neath a red, red sun and a red, red, sky, on the dawning of a red, red day,
Tirolay! On the dawning of a red, red day!
Of course, there's a lot more detail to the story," Lyrika says, laying down her instrument. "But it's hard enough to get people to listen all the way to the end of a song as it is." (performance 20)
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
Aramae sat and watched completely enraptured in the tale, clapping along where appropriate and remaining silent when needed. His eyes watched the Satyr's graceful movements as his ears listened to her melodious voice.
He, always one to hear fetching yarns as well as spin them himself, though not quite as poetically, applauded enthusiastically once the bard had finished her story.
"Brilliant! Marvelous! Stupendous! Outrageous! My dear lady, you have a gift. Cherish it eternally. A long time it has been since I have been so enraptured by a story."
He begins dancing and prancing around Lyrika.
"Ha ha! Merely an hour or so have I been in this city and I have had one of the greatest days of my life! Edgar! Surely you too also quite enjoyed this lovely woman's voice and legendary library of lore to lash our ears!"
Perception: looking for 2 sticks/brooms etc: 19
As Lyrika sings he fantastic song Edgar is looking for two swords and pass one to Aramae.
“Aha! En garde!”
"Ha! Oh, Edgar. Hardly fair to engage me in swordplay when you know full well that it is not my forte. But I am game! Have at thee!"
Aramae starts play sparring with Edgar with the brooms or sticks he happens to find.
Once the song finishes Edgar lower his sword. “WOW that was really good miss.” “Oh I know! How about you follow me on my adventuring? You to Ara! I’m actually a bounty hunter but not the regular boring kind whom chases bad guys.. I’m actually a bad guy my self some times..” he whispers “ ..”and I can’t very well hand my self over now can I? No, I chase down legends and artifacts. And right now I’m heading towards the old fortress of Talgilak. You must join me there!”
"Oh you. Now is not the time for adventuring! There's merriment to be had! Games to be played! Lovers to swoon! And drinks to savor! Keep your notions of grandeur for later! Besides! Just us three? No! Come! Let us keep roaming the festival and the rest of this lovely town! I wish to see it all! Or at least as much as possible. You! Lyrika! What do you think we should do?!"
”Of course not right a away. I need to gather a crew first, and you two must come! And you are right, Now is the time to be marry and stupid!” Then he turn around, kiss Lyrika smack dab on the mouth, laugh and dance around the group looking for a game or something interesting.
Perception: 18
"Oh ho ho! Just right to it then, eh Edgar? Very well."
Aramae leans in to smooch Lyrika as well and pulls her in close, bringing his lips right to her ear.
"Think nothing of this, my dear. We are just two silly kitties."
As you end your performance Lyrika you look up to see a small crowd has formed and give you rousing applause. A small gnome steps forward. "My dear, that was just lovely. Afine, and dramatic telling of Sir Hannibal's story. Are you registered for the competition tonight? If not you must sign up! With your talent you would do well!" He gestures back to the tent being built behind you which you now realize must be for the bardic competition.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"Well, maybe I should," she says, pleased with the reaction to her song. "And you two--no going on adventures without me! I'd love to be able to write a song about stories nobody else has heard of, yet! I don't know a single tale of Tabaxi adventurers, and it's about time that got changed."
Lyrika heads to the tent to sign up for the bard competition. After all, maybe she'll start making a name for herself here. And maybe the prize will be enough to save her brothers...
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
Lyrika heads over to the tent to sign up. Seated at the table is a gnome that's even small for a gnome, with bright blond hair. He takes down your information and tells you the competition begins just after sundown. The winners purse is only 100 gold, nowhere near the 1500 you need to free your brothers but still a tidy sum for a single performance. He also says to bring your friends as entrance to the event is free by decree of the Æthling.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"We will be there!" she promises. "Any other fun or interesting events going on to pass the time until then?"
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
The gnome points around. "I mean, it's all around you really. If you're looking for something else a lot of the temples have something going on."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"All right, thanks!" Lyrika says, returning to her furry friends. "So, what do YOU guys want to do next?"
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
"I am interested in see the selection of temples, I suppose. Since this man was so kind as to point them out."
"That would be very interesting. Thank you for the offer." Fenro heads into the temple and look around at the area. The forges and furnaces intrigue him, as do the tools hanging on the walls. The heat of the fires is both intimidating and welcoming at the same time. He could understand why the elders at home did not trust it. "Is there anything in particular I should make? Or should I just start?"
"We've had an order from a lord down in Schirit for some arrowheads so if you wouldn't mind attempting your hand at those that would be most welcome."
Blacksmithing tools check (dexterity + proficiency if you have it)
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne