( Actually, nah nevermind. )

"That's unfortunate. My story is boring. I am just a young man, 23 to be exact who hails from a noble family of halflings. Us halflings of the Credula family are unusually short, even for halflings. Except for one thing. Credula's explode upon death. My grandfather was quite a powerful man, and when he died of old age, he took half the mansion with him! My grandmother, when she died of disease she took out the table and her blast barely avoided me! If I was an inch closer I, Debulus Et Credula." Debulus pauses for dramatic effect. "Would've been blown to pieces! Also, I once fought off two people who tried to bully me! I then fought them off! With my bare hands too. Of course they were a decade younger then me, but that isn't important. That's pretty much all there is too me. Well, the good things at least."

(As you can see, I'm not planning to have Debulus as anything other then that weird semi funny side character who sits in the background. Also, Debulus et Credula slightly modified, means Weak and Gullible in another language. Additionally, is your new profile pic Chriscat?)

“I too have a story of trickery and godly artifacts,” Zag speaks, “of a druid like myself, a cleric like Deryk, and a halfling like Debulus.”

"Oh? A halfling like me? Cool!"

Zag begins to spin a tale.

”Once, there was an adventuring party- a wise and tough dwarven cleric, strong and relentless dwarf warrior, clever and perceptive lizardfolk druid, and stealthy and deadly halfling rogue. They were inexperienced and weak, but tasked with recovering an artifact that gave its wielder the power of fire. Unfortunately, some kobolds had found it and worshipped it as a symbol of the fire god. The adventurers fought through the temple, but entered the final altar low on resources and were dismayed to find too many kobolds to defeat. The rogue retreated into the shadows as the scaly little dragonfolk drew knives and slings, but the fast thinking druid exclaimed “Halt! I am Kindle, who embodies the sparks of fire as it grows and lights! I am your god!” The kobolds laughed, and the lizardfolk cast a spell, a weak cantrip to produce flame, and lit themselves on fire! The flaming but unharmed druid repeated “I am your god!” The cleric joined in, summoning bursts of sacred flame, and proclaimed themself Light. The warrior, a dwarf craftsman who dappled in runes, uses a symbol on his axe to create a third weak effect, making flame grow and dance. The kobold cowered and handed over the scroll to the ‘gods’ to whom it belonged. The adventurers soon became heroes, fighting demons and orcs and undead wizards, but it all started with kobolds, cantrips, and a tricksy ploy that I admire to this day.”

Performance: 18 plus guidance (4) plus bardic inspiration (2)

" Well, I vote for Zag's tale. "

“Thank you.”

"I agree. Zag's tale was very good." Debulus then turns away and mutters. "That halfling was cool. Kind of like me, doesn't get to do anything. Why did the halfling slink of into the shadows and sit there doing nothing. Yeah that's like me." Dedulus sighs then eats more pie.

Lyra finishes her hot chocolate. She pays Chriscat the 10 GP and tells him it was worth the super high price. She also introduces herself as a sorceress and tells him she’s actually a steel Dragonborn, but just looks (and sounds and feels) human except for her eyes. They chat about random stuff for a few minutes, then Lyra gives Chriscat a green gem worth about 10 GP.

”This is a sending stone,” she explains. “I have to go now, this place is far from where I usually hang out, but if there’s ever anything really important happening here, just send me a message with this stone and I’ll hear it in my head.”

Lyra then turns and heads out the door.

Zag sighs. “She’s leaving? Dang it, that ring looked expensive and I need to practice my sleight of hand.”

“Deryk, do you have any stories?

Lyra overhears Zag and walks over to him. “Don’t worry,” she says kindly. “It’s warded by a Shocking Grasp spell (and other defenses) so you would’ve gotten a nasty shock anyway. But you seem nice. If you buy a girl a drink she might stay and chat for a few minutes before she leaves...”

*I’ll be on and off during the day so if it takes me a while to reply that’s why.*

“Shocking grasp you say?”

Suddenly, a burst of lightning erupts from the ring and a spider fall to the ground and disappears.

”Sorry. Familiars. Do you have any stories?”

Lyra nods. “I do. My first adventure ever (Tyranny of Dragons) the Cult of the Dragon raided my one friend’s village and kidnapped my other friend’s boyfriend and we had to go rescue him from their camp. We snuck into their camp using an illusion spell I cast and since I was the only one who could speak Draconic I talked our way past the guards.

We rescued her boyfriend (he wanted to stay and gather more info but his gf persuaded him to come with us instead) but then we were recognized and had to fight our way out through the dragon hatchery and we ended up killing two of the cult leaders. We also found three black dragon eggs and put them in a Bag of Holding and took them back to Waterdeep for safekeeping. Then they had a victory feast for us and i ended up hooking up with this guy I really liked (this was back when I was single) and it was the perfect end to a perfect adventure.”

Lyra stops and takes a sip of the apple juice she just ordered. “Do you have any stories?” she asks.

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"I agree. Zag's tale was very good." Debulus then turns away and mutters. "That halfling was cool. Kind of like me, doesn't get to do anything. Why did the halfling slink of into the shadows and sit there doing nothing. Yeah that's like me." Dedulus sighs then eats more pie.

 “Oh, he didn’t do nothing, my friend. When they entered a room, he’d just sit in the shadows, and when they least expect it, BOOM. An arrow would come out of nowhere and strike them dead. He knew how to hide, how to avoid notice, but he also knew how to fight.”

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Zag begins to spin a tale.

”Once, there was an adventuring party- a wise and tough dwarven cleric, strong and relentless dwarf warrior, clever and perceptive lizardfolk druid, and stealthy and deadly halfling rogue. They were inexperienced and weak, but tasked with recovering an artifact that gave its wielder the power of fire. Unfortunately, some kobolds had found it and worshipped it as a symbol of the fire god. The adventurers fought through the temple, but entered the final altar low on resources and were dismayed to find too many kobolds to defeat. The rogue retreated into the shadows as the scaly little dragonfolk drew knives and slings, but the fast thinking druid exclaimed “Halt! I am Kindle, who embodies the sparks of fire as it grows and lights! I am your god!” The kobolds laughed, and the lizardfolk cast a spell, a weak cantrip to produce flame, and lit themselves on fire! The flaming but unharmed druid repeated “I am your god!” The cleric joined in, summoning bursts of sacred flame, and proclaimed themself Light. The warrior, a dwarf craftsman who dappled in runes, uses a symbol on his axe to create a third weak effect, making flame grow and dance. The kobold cowered and handed over the scroll to the ‘gods’ to whom it belonged. The adventurers soon became heroes, fighting demons and orcs and undead wizards, but it all started with kobolds, cantrips, and a tricksy ploy that I admire to this day.”

Performance: 15 plus guidance (4) plus bardic inspiration (4)

 *Zag already told one, also a story from a campaign I play in (with some exaggeration, it’s Zag after all)*