Initiative: 6

"Archimedes!" Zagga shouts, seeing that he's not moving he braces himself for whatever is to come next.

Redek is quiet, his eyes drifting into his memory for a moment as he considers this request. 

After a moment he arches an eyebrow and starts patting his belt.

"I hope you don't mind if I smoke." He pulls a pre-rolled cigarette from a small pouch filled with raw hemp and tobacco.

"You may be surprised to hear," He starts, popping the roll into his mouth. "That I did not fight that night."

He strikes a match against the candle stick on the table. "Every man who did, Perished."

He takes a slow deep drag, the exhaust escaping in trails from his nostrils.

"There is a reason why the assailants or creatures or beast was never described. If you check the reports, there was no collateral damage, no destruction, save for the few structures it seemed to take interest in. Stranger still, hardly any clear reports of what it or they looked like. Why?"

Redek flicks the ash from the roll. 

"Because every man woman and child that gazed upon that abominable force went mad...."

Redek stares at the roll for a moment, his voice trailing off. 

"Unless you were drunk, which I was..."

Elsa

Elsa stares at the screen for a long moment.  She was too late, as always.  (OOC: might need DM to roll on the wild magic table, and give some cold-related response here, as her control would probably slip...)

Moving over to stand parallel the counter, opposite the bouncing gnomes, Tik-tok comes to a stop before internally cycling through a visual display prompt of his inventory. "I possess programing for particular skillsets, but lack the proper instruments. Do you have smithing or jewelers tools?"

((Following whatever answer the gnome have any playing out the potential purchase, Tik-tok will then also ask the following))

"I lack complete data to perform a proper risk analysis. I cannot know if I'm equipped with proper armaments. Tell me, what are the dangers in both the immediate and surrounding vicinity?"

Luke starts with "Well, I need to know where the Dwarf is so lets begin with that, how much is his location going to cost me?" He thinks to himself that he only has 12 jewels left, and the information from the dwarf may itself cost him something. "If the information on the Dwarf's whereabouts is cheap enough I may also purchase something else you are selling."

This meeting was not what Hathi had expected. The last comments caught him off guard enough that his face did render a bit of surprise. No one speaks poorly of the Colonel. And she doesn't think the incident was his fault? How could that be? And the royal guard? She had to have another angle, it must be some kind of test or joke. Hathi immediately retrieved the knife and passed it back to her using his trunk as had been requested. "I'm not sure what to say. I've thought about the royal guard before, but I'm not sure I'm suited for it. I...can't imagine I would be trusted enough to qualify."

You and Trixie have a wonderfull time travelling together. She has definitely began to trust you and talks to you about all sorts of magical things "... You see, your order is the origin of the mithical type of magic called Creation magic hun. I know that name is super lame isn't it, but thats how it was always described in the acient tomes that started yalls belief. Boy, I would kill to see that type of magic even once." you guys venture further and further towards the Wild District and when you are about 8 hours from the division between the forrest and there it is pitch black. "This is as far as we can go for one day hun." she says "let's make camp and rest.". Make a perception check with advantage before turning in for the night.

A book comes flying at you but since you are prepared you are in no danger of getting knocked out. But it does attack you.
Attack: 14 , if hits your AC Damage: 4

Make an extremely important History check for me with advantage since you were actually there.
Calhoun looks to you with a diabolical smirk and points a dagger straight at the cigarette "You know... It's bad manners not to offer to the rest of us" and with a flick of her wrist she lights your cigarette with her dagger. Make an insight or perception check (up to you). She lays back and says "Sometimes it is better to not fight love. Sometimes that is the bravest and wisest thing someone can do. I wish I would have learned that lesson sooner and I hope little Jim here learns that lesson the easy way and not the hard way like me". She points the dagger at herself and for the first time you aren't focusing on her prestigious pin, your attention turns to her face. A face that was once clearly beautiful. She has short blond her that is shaven on one side (if you want to see her character model look her name up she actually exists in the disney univers, but her face is different now) and beautiful eyes. Half of her face is covered by a scar that looks like an intense burn mark, it almost looks like a chemical burn. And on the same side that she has that scar her ear is also missing. And you see there is a tattoo where her ear should be that says "Hear no evil".

OOC: Don't mind if I do haha.

Frustrated with missing your opportunity to see your sister once more your heart grows colder and colder and so does your skin. You start to feel a layer of ice growing over your skin thickening with each second that passes to the point that moving is very hard and a bit painful. The bartender looks to you in fear and just says "Uhhh. Love? You are kind of scaring me and the patrons... everythin okay dear? Would you like a warm drink maybe or we do have a fireplace if you want to stand next to it or something..."

Pop lights up and says "Oh for sure we got some Smithing tools! We have a bunch load! We even have the full set here and it won't cost ya an arm and a liver like other places.... but i guess you ain't got a liver anyways!" Mom cracks up laughing at the joke for a bit and then calms down as they both stare at your cold emotionless face, Mom clears her throat and says "Ahem, Well... I will say there is a group of no goods nearby that hunt down defenseless robots to try to get some parts from them by force. We do have some weapons here for ya is there anythin ya have in mind buddy?"

The hatter lifts his hand and the singing stops. The air suddenly feels heavy. The forrests madness seems... diferent. The trees around you start to grow faces with sharp teeth that seem as if they came from nightmares, the fruits that were flying before suddenly fall around you and explodes as if they were bombs sending seeds that are as sharp as needles flying in different directions, the Hatters eyes straighten and deepen as he stairs at you "We are all a little mad in here. But I would rather maintain a happy aproach to that madness wouldn't you agree? Cause it's when the forrest is like this that beings like Him  have appeared" He points toward the tattoo on your paw of Bill Cypher. He continues "Oh I know a lot about the conglomerate and your form Cheshire. And I know how to get it back. But if you want to keep wearing the conglomerate's collar than that is up to you my feline friend" he sips his tea in a civilised and cold maner staring at you without blinking.

The bird looks at you a bit disappointed and says "Skraa whatever man. That dingy bar isn't worth nobody's time skraa. yeah I know where it is skraa that's gonna be 7 Jewels skraa. My other stuff, however..." he perks up a bit "come at an unbeatable price skraa". Make a persuasion check to see if you can make a better deal and also say what Luke would say to make this bird lower the price. If you like you could also roll Intimidation if the case may be.

She takes the knife from your trunk and as you say your last line she stabs the table which in the process a piece of paper that was on the table catches fire. You realise that this dagger has some sort of heating property to where it is hot enough to burn parchment just from touching it and create a flame. She says seriously " Enough with the I'm not good enough bullshit soldier! You are not under your father's command anymore! I will decide if you are worthy or not and only I! I am one of the top members of the Royal Guard and am even part of the bloody Protectors of the Realm! And I called you here personally! Bloody hell."
Your character would know that the Protectors of the Realm is a group of about 5 or 6 people (the number is never publicly divulged even to soldiers) that are the highest ranking officers of the Royal Guard that have proven themselves worthy of the hardests tasks. You have heard rumors that three of them are often called the Wise Monkeys> with that thought in your head you do see a tattoo over the ear that she lost that says "Hear no evil".
She speaks up "Do you want to prove yourself to me or go back to your bloody worthless life as low soldier letting your potential go to waste? It's up to you Junior!"

Luke looks the bird over again before saying "Be that as it may, I think I'll have to make do with just the location of 'That dingy bar'. Seven jewels right?" Luke pulls out the jewels to hand to the birdman. "So, where is this bar?" he asks as he gives the birdman the money. I'll make a persuasion roll because you said to, feel free to discard it even if it is good, Luke isn't actively trying to talk the birdman lower his price any further. 3

While the information provided by the gnomes was not very descriptive, Tik-tok still attempted to analyze the threat potential that he may face. He scanned his database for how best to deal with groups of hunters attempting to kill and individual. His searches included various medias, including film. 

There appeared to be overwhelming data on two specific tactics. The first was in which individuals used the environment to isolate the attackers, with natural barriers and traps to pick them off. The second was when the environment was not much of an option and simply relied on an individual being quick on the draw.

Tik-tok held out his hand, palm up and projected images that cycled through, continuously, lingering for a few seconds of each, to show Mom and Pop what items he requested. (Prestidigitation) 

The images showed lengths of rope, pitons, and an old western revolver ((OOC: not sure if the world has firearms, if not, could be that the films just show a fictitious weapon)) "I require these items in order to maximize my chance of survival against these hunters."

"All I wanted was to know what was being reported on my sister." Elsa gritted out. "Why is that so hard to get accomplished." She grits her teeth and works to calm down. "They are fine." She tells herself. "Anna wouldn't have to worry about anything. She's back home, where it is safe. Nothing I need to worry about." As she reassures herself the ice on her body seems to melt away, leaving a bit of a pool on the ground at her feet. She looks to the bartender. "Do you know where I might learn more about what is going on in Arendelle?"

It hits

Zagga composes himself, draws his magic rod and hurls a bolt of fire at the second floating book.(cast firebolt)

ToHit:10

If it hits:2

History check at advantage: 17

Redek looks at his roll for a moment, before relinquishing 2 other rolls from his belt, one each laid before the Calhoun and Hawkins.

"My apologies, I didn't want to assume. People around here typically live clean almost like it was made for kids."

(Everyone looks at the camera.....)

Hathi doesn't dare pause to think about what his reply should be, he impulsively, but firmly says, "I will prove myself."

Holy is glad to see Konodor's faith in action. He lowers his head while the man says the prayer over the dead dwarf and silently repeats the words in his mind. 

Holy nods in response to the offer and waits for the horse and carriage to arrive. He says "You have my word upon Opindo's mercy that I shall return your transport and your beast."

He eyeballs the horse, noting its condition. Perhaps he can provide the animal with some decent feed and a little better treatment over the next few days. "I thank you, good sir, and I shall see you again soon." With that, he begins to ready the horse and carriage for his travels.