Sep 7, 2019 12:17 am
"Perhaps," says Zifu, though in response to what is left vague. She curtsies to the other and says, "A good day to you, Lord Mardelik."
War of the Lost Kingdom
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Sep 7, 2019 12:44 am
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Ian is going to use the time to learn the tenor of the castle. What morale is like, how the common soldier is treated by the officer's and especially how the civillians are treated by the soldiers and mercs.
Sep 7, 2019 1:19 am
Gripping her second drink of rare brandy, Greta raises her glass to Docaster and turns back to face the room, resting her elbows against the bar. "To your health Doc." Instead of finishing her drink in one go, she sips it, smacking her lips and savoring the fine notes.
The Wildlander then turns her attention to the room and surveys the denizens, looking them over one by one.
The Wildlander then turns her attention to the room and surveys the denizens, looking them over one by one.
Rolls
Perception - (1D20+3)
(15) + 3 = 18
Sep 7, 2019 2:59 am
Doc raises his glass slightly and nods, but ponders the state of his health for a moment...
He notices Greta taking in the scene, which reminds him of the two mysterious patrons in the corner. Before he takes another drink he decides to glance their way in particular and take them in a little closer
He notices Greta taking in the scene, which reminds him of the two mysterious patrons in the corner. Before he takes another drink he decides to glance their way in particular and take them in a little closer
Rolls
Perception - (1d20+5)
(7) + 5 = 12
Sep 7, 2019 5:02 am
Cyngi says:
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Finn & Johann, what are you looking to do out in the city? Let me know so I can see what to do as far as a roll.OOC:
I was thinking of explore the fortSep 7, 2019 6:14 am
runekyndig says:
Cyngi says:
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Finn & Johann, what are you looking to do out in the city? Let me know so I can see what to do as far as a roll.OOC:
I was thinking of explore the fortOOC:
Anything particular you're looking to explore? If not, just roll me a general investigation.
Sep 7, 2019 6:55 am
Zifu takes her leave and goes to her assigned room. If her roommate is present, she makes a brief acquaintance where she introduces herself and states her business, similar to what she revealed during registration. As a gauge of her roommate's personality and a benchmark for how much magic might be used in their presence, Zifu asks if they had heard of the arcane disturbance in the processing line, and if so, what they think about it.
She settles her travel gear at the foot of her cot, inwardly lamenting the lack of silk comforters and fluffy pillows. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Zifu withdraws a small book from within her billowing sleeves, bound in ebony leather with gold decoratives reinforcing the corners and spine, and finished with a red silk bookmark sash. She flips through a few pages before settling on one with logographic glyphs written in ink, skims the contents, and returns the book to her sleeve.
When she seemingly has a private moment, Zifu unwraps the red cord around her wrist and loops it between her thumb and forefinger several times. With her other hand, she pulls and twists the loops through each other, passing the string over and under in a complex pattern. She does this for approximately 11 minutes, concentrating on a specific sequence of loops and ultimately repeating the sequence over and over. Finally satisfied with her routine, she rewraps the cord around her wrist and sweeps both her hands down her robes, as though smoothing them out.
Excusing herself from her room, Zifu takes her leave of the fort with her owl riding on her shoulder. She seeks directions to the dockside ward, specifically for the trattoria named Fidell's.
She settles her travel gear at the foot of her cot, inwardly lamenting the lack of silk comforters and fluffy pillows. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Zifu withdraws a small book from within her billowing sleeves, bound in ebony leather with gold decoratives reinforcing the corners and spine, and finished with a red silk bookmark sash. She flips through a few pages before settling on one with logographic glyphs written in ink, skims the contents, and returns the book to her sleeve.
When she seemingly has a private moment, Zifu unwraps the red cord around her wrist and loops it between her thumb and forefinger several times. With her other hand, she pulls and twists the loops through each other, passing the string over and under in a complex pattern. She does this for approximately 11 minutes, concentrating on a specific sequence of loops and ultimately repeating the sequence over and over. Finally satisfied with her routine, she rewraps the cord around her wrist and sweeps both her hands down her robes, as though smoothing them out.
Excusing herself from her room, Zifu takes her leave of the fort with her owl riding on her shoulder. She seeks directions to the dockside ward, specifically for the trattoria named Fidell's.
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Ritual casting Alarm on her robes, set to alert with a mental ping upon intrusion. Then it's off to dinner!Sep 7, 2019 1:12 pm
Greta’s smile fades as her eyes lock on the two robed figures. In an instant, her expression turns to its regular grim countenance- a mask of barely contained fury. Her steely blue eyes narrow in a scowl, while her upper lip curls almost imperceptibly into a snarl.
Never taking her eyes away from the robed figures, Greta with a slow and deliberate motion sips the brandy and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Slowly she places the empty glass beside her on the bar and then brings her right hand back up across her body to rest on the pommel of her longsword, which hangs from the utilitarian black leather baldric strapped across the barbarian’s chest.
Greta says out the side of her mouth "How about that food?" in a low growl to the Taur barkeep standing behind her.
Never taking her eyes away from the robed figures, Greta with a slow and deliberate motion sips the brandy and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Slowly she places the empty glass beside her on the bar and then brings her right hand back up across her body to rest on the pommel of her longsword, which hangs from the utilitarian black leather baldric strapped across the barbarian’s chest.
Greta says out the side of her mouth "How about that food?" in a low growl to the Taur barkeep standing behind her.
Sep 7, 2019 2:11 pm
Docanter notices the sudden change in disposition from Greta and puts down his full glass. He turns to face the bar, and when the bartender leaves to get the food he subtly asks "What do you see?" in a low voice
Sep 7, 2019 3:21 pm
"Those two in the corner with robes are watching." She replies, matching Docaster’s tone. She doesn’t break eye contact with the two in the corner as she speaks.
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Just read Greta’s accent in your minds... it gets tedious writing it out! 😅Sep 7, 2019 3:37 pm
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I can't imagine xDI know I only got a 12 on perception but can I get a general description of what they look like? Is one of them blue haired?
Sep 7, 2019 3:43 pm
SJoyner72 says:
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Just read Greta’s accent in your minds... it gets tedious writing it out! 😅OOC:
I just don' know w't yer on about? W't accent w'd that be?Sep 7, 2019 5:15 pm
Johann wandered around the fort to ascertain its layout or find anything interesting. As it were, he nearly got lost, and had to spend a while trying to find his surroundings. He lost most of his day, but he felt a little better at navigating the layout of the fort. It was certainly not a traditional style, or at all predictable.
Zifu's way out of the fort was relatively peaceful at the time she left, with most of the sellswords loose in the city. The path she gleaned to the docks had a very festive air about it. It had stalls set up for various festival goods on the main streets, such as beads and masks, or packages of popcorn. Clearly this was some form of holiday, or they were just unreasonably happy about receiving violent, borderline psychotic soldiers for hire. When she finally made it to the dock district, the air smelt of fish and salt as docks do. The expanse of sea took up the entire southwestern horizon, where the sun almost made its touchdown upon. She found Fidell's with the prior instruction, and as she entered it, it gave the impression it was very high class.
The host was waiting near the door of the nearly empty trattoria. It seemed to be near closing, a place for lunch rather than dinner. Nevertheless, the waiter - a man with elegantly styled Drathian clothing, smiled at her. "Hello there, My Lady," he hazarded, "Will you be dining with us?"
The Taur grunted noncommittally. "We're not a restaurant. We got bittong and bread." He ambled over to the other end of the bar, the ground shaking as he went ever so slightly. He rooted around in a cupboard and pulled out a wrapped parcel and a loaf of bread, setting each down with a slap next to them. "Cobalt for the lot."
Finn eventually finds a pair of officers who seemed to be off duty sitting in the courtyard, under the manticore fountain talking. They were drinking from a dark brown jug, and laughing raucously.
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The host was waiting near the door of the nearly empty trattoria. It seemed to be near closing, a place for lunch rather than dinner. Nevertheless, the waiter - a man with elegantly styled Drathian clothing, smiled at her. "Hello there, My Lady," he hazarded, "Will you be dining with us?"
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Finn eventually finds a pair of officers who seemed to be off duty sitting in the courtyard, under the manticore fountain talking. They were drinking from a dark brown jug, and laughing raucously.
Sep 7, 2019 5:38 pm
With an irritated reply, Greta reminds the barkeep, "I paid you 5 silver for the last round. Take the cobalt out of that, then keep the change. "
She then asks him "Who are those two in the corner?"
She then asks him "Who are those two in the corner?"
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