"I don't believe I caught everyone names. Once again I am Gabriel Roycroft third son of the noble Roycroft family of Neverwinter, and paladin of Torm." Gabriel stands and gives a low bow.
Silver stays to the outskirts still, wanting to be social but aloof at the same time. They keep their hood up and hide inside it while also trying to figure out this cat-person... Are they Tabaxi like he or are they.... Something else?
"I don't believe I caught everyone names. Once again I am Gabriel Roycroft third son of the noble Roycroft family of Neverwinter, and paladin of Torm." Gabriel stands and gives a low bow.
"I'm Cail, second son of John Mason and Miss Serret of 8th and 37th streets, respectively, and baker and librarian of Holridge."
"I don't believe I caught everyone names. Once again I am Gabriel Roycroft third son of the noble Roycroft family of Neverwinter, and paladin of Torm." Gabriel stands and gives a low bow.
The light of the campfire and a half moon are the only thing to give light now.
1st watch Cail
2nd watch Alarion
3rd watch Rowan.
(OOC Accepted? It seems fair to give a bit more time for response, so there may be other people who sign up for watch duty. For the moment, you're still around the campfire)
The cat-like humanoid still hovers, but suddenly stretches and yawns.
The creature with a cat-like face comes forward when Alarion greets her. Her face is a mixture of cat and human, as is her body and way of slinking forward.
"I am always interested in travelers. I love to hear tales and can tell a few myself. Would any of you like to hear the story of the Lost Mine of Phandelver, or perhaps about the town itself?" she asks in a melodic, almost hypnotic tone of voice.
A long rest will hopefully be had by all... after the cat lady sings?
“Ahhh, I think you will like to hear this.” The blonde tabaxi says, delicately folding her robes about her as she settles on the ground near the fire.
“More than 500 years ago, clans of dwarves and gnomes made a pact. The Phandelver’s Pact, as it was known, by which they would share a rich mine in a wondrous cavern known as Wave Echo Cave.”
"The cave contained both wealth and magic. A great forge was formed by spellcasters of many races... The Forge of Spells. It was supposedly used to craft magical items."
The tabaxi yawns and stretches and says "But you probably knew all this. Why else wander this path? You know the orcs came and destroyed everything, yada yada."
"Oh" the cat-woman stops in mid-stretch. "First of all because this troupe of actors had an excellent cook. And secondly... I am curious. Could the rumors be true? About this dwarf and his brother finding a way into the mine again?"
She sighs and rises. "One of your ancestors? Really? I must talk to you again!"
"It is my pleasure." Kathrine tells Annie when the gratitude is offered.
Later, as the cat-woman speaks, Kathrine listens attentively, but does not ask any questions.
Kathrine will offer to aid in which ever watch warranted aid.
"I am Kathrine Westridge." She says when the group starts to offer names. "I travel more than I should, moving to shrines dedicated to my god, so do not really call anywhere home."
(OOC - I know most people can't post more than once a day or whatnot. I'm testing the waters as a DM and finding myself RP/storytelling a lot! If anyone wants to say anything about the pacing or their preference feel free to PM me. I also try to wait for other characters to show up and have fun with the RP in the meantime!)
And I'll talk to the cat person. "Greetings."
"I don't believe I caught everyone names. Once again I am Gabriel Roycroft third son of the noble Roycroft family of Neverwinter, and paladin of Torm." Gabriel stands and gives a low bow.
Silver stays to the outskirts still, wanting to be social but aloof at the same time. They keep their hood up and hide inside it while also trying to figure out this cat-person... Are they Tabaxi like he or are they.... Something else?
"I'm Cail, second son of John Mason and Miss Serret of 8th and 37th streets, respectively, and baker and librarian of Holridge."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Alarion Amanodel, of Silverymoon", Alarion says.
True enough, Rowen will watch whenever there's some sort of light
The light of the campfire and a half moon are the only thing to give light now.
1st watch Cail
2nd watch Alarion
3rd watch Rowan.
(OOC Accepted? It seems fair to give a bit more time for response, so there may be other people who sign up for watch duty. For the moment, you're still around the campfire)
The cat-like humanoid still hovers, but suddenly stretches and yawns.
Alarion greets the cat-person
(OOC seem to have a delay on updates to forum!)
Rowen will raise his eyes from the fire and say "My name is Rowen, from...many places to be honest."
The creature with a cat-like face comes forward when Alarion greets her. Her face is a mixture of cat and human, as is her body and way of slinking forward.
"Greetings to you as well, kind traveler." she responds to Alarion. Her voice is musical and has a slight accent.
Silver can see that she is indeed a Tabaxi.
The cat-lady comes closer to the fire.
"I am always interested in travelers. I love to hear tales and can tell a few myself. Would any of you like to hear the story of the Lost Mine of Phandelver, or perhaps about the town itself?" she asks in a melodic, almost hypnotic tone of voice.
(OOC: I am also on 3rd watch, if that will give me a long rest?)
A long rest will hopefully be had by all... after the cat lady sings?
“Ahhh, I think you will like to hear this.” The blonde tabaxi says, delicately folding her robes about her as she settles on the ground near the fire.
“More than 500 years ago, clans of dwarves and gnomes made a pact. The Phandelver’s Pact, as it was known, by which they would share a rich mine in a wondrous cavern known as Wave Echo Cave.”
"The cave contained both wealth and magic. A great forge was formed by spellcasters of many races... The Forge of Spells. It was supposedly used to craft magical items."
The tabaxi yawns and stretches and says "But you probably knew all this. Why else wander this path? You know the orcs came and destroyed everything, yada yada."
"One of my ancestors worked there. Why are you journeying to Phandalin, Miss?"
"Oh" the cat-woman stops in mid-stretch. "First of all because this troupe of actors had an excellent cook. And secondly... I am curious. Could the rumors be true? About this dwarf and his brother finding a way into the mine again?"
She sighs and rises. "One of your ancestors? Really? I must talk to you again!"
"It is my pleasure." Kathrine tells Annie when the gratitude is offered.
Later, as the cat-woman speaks, Kathrine listens attentively, but does not ask any questions.
Kathrine will offer to aid in which ever watch warranted aid.
"I am Kathrine Westridge." She says when the group starts to offer names. "I travel more than I should, moving to shrines dedicated to my god, so do not really call anywhere home."
(OOC - I know most people can't post more than once a day or whatnot. I'm testing the waters as a DM and finding myself RP/storytelling a lot! If anyone wants to say anything about the pacing or their preference feel free to PM me. I also try to wait for other characters to show up and have fun with the RP in the meantime!)
Alarion's going to spend some time before his watch trying to find all the pieces of the wheels, so he can mend them.
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