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Stella

Carcabob

Dec 22, 2022 6:09 am
Dec 22, 2022 6:09 am
Friendly Arm Inn
Stella didn't feel like saying goodbye to Wirrow before, but after making exchanges of word, wealth, and wisdom with the generous Mr. Mirrorshade, she felt it was only right to give her some parting words.

"Wirrow!" she stands, runs through the door after Wirrow and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Stella exhales, tucks a loose lock of hair behind her head, then looks Wirrow in eye. "Thanks for...trying to keep us safe. I..." Stella shivers, the thought of more assassins. Part of her wanted to go with her. The other...needed to discover who she really was. "I'm glad to be your friend. You're a great listener, and you're..." she pauses, avoiding eye contact. "...a great archer. Sometimes I've very jealous of that fact."

There. I said it.

She huffs, then looks at the other pale girl and tries a smile. "Good luck figuring out your powers." she chuckles and grimaces. "I guess I'll be doing the same."

"Oh!" She hands Wirrow a tiny scroll tied with twine. "And give this to my mama for me, please." She couldn't get herself to write anything to Papa, at least not directly. She trusted Kreggruk to relay the essentials, but still wanted to let her parents know at least a bit of what she had done so far from her own writing.

Stella steps over to Keggruk. "Take care of her. And yourself." Then she heads back inside.
OOC:
Stella spends 35 gp on the shield, healer's kit, and spellbook, and another 20 gp on charcoal, incense, and herbs (assuming they're available).
Last edited December 22, 2022 6:15 am

Araklusta

Dec 22, 2022 5:40 pm
Dec 22, 2022 5:40 pm
Friendly Arm Inn
OOC:
Let's continue forward with the story, but if Wirrow ends up responding to Stella, we can write it in "purple" or something.
In moments, Aiwȅ's songs transform the patrons in the common room from mysterious strangers to cheering fans. Even Xzar stands up to dance along, until Montaron's calloused hand grabs his robes and pulls the necromancer roughly back to his seat.

In the cheery revelry, only the most attentive of observants notice the hearth's flames change. Rather than random flickers of fire, they almost seem to reach toward the tavern's main door. A few seconds later, the door opens and two figures enter...
OOC:
Enter Cedrick and Calliope!

Mr. Gemini

Carcabob

Dec 22, 2022 9:09 pm
Dec 22, 2022 9:09 pm
Friendly Arm Inn
A tall, bearded man with an eyepatch silently slips through the door. He puts his arms outstretched, back flat against the wall and starts inching sideways as if it'd somehow make him more inconspicuous. Anyone who happens to see him might think he looks simultaneously super suspicious of everyone and everything, yet completely confident with a slightly crazed look in his eye.

He looks like he'd fit right in Xzar and Montaron.

In fact, he takes one chair, balances it onto another, then sits atop the precarious stack right behind the pair, then relaxes to listen to the music and study to room and its inhabitants.

He spots a few of the party members, waits a minute, then starts clapping along, slipping in a somatic gesture to whisper to Caliope outside in a voice completely incongruous with his appearance.

"Alright, dear, you can come in without total embarrassment," he tells her with a grin, completely aware of how ridiculous he looks.
Last edited December 22, 2022 10:47 pm

Aiwë Shelur

gardensun

Dec 23, 2022 12:38 am
Dec 23, 2022 12:38 am
Friendly Arm Inn
Aiwë had intended to play something peaceful, a quiet melody to ease night owls into the morning, but it seems she isn't the only one who needs cheering. She adjusts her music to her audience, encouraging the clapping and dancing.

Occasionally she calls on specific individuals to dance, daring them to let loose and join her performance. Some do, to the cheers of the tavern. Those that duck their heads and hide are booed. When Aiwë notices the funny man sitting on two chairs, she has to see if he'll dance on them.

"Eyepatch!" she cries, smile flickering only the briefest moment at the remembrance of her uncle's new wound. "Dance for us!" she drums a roll on her handpan. "Dance, dance, dance...!" she urges the crowd.

Calliope O'Kelly

deoelvenmageInactive forever!

Dec 23, 2022 2:40 am
Dec 23, 2022 2:40 am
Friendly Arm Inn
While Gemini calls all of the attention, flames stretch toward the doorway once again. Then as the door opens the tiniest crack, they shrink back, dimming as an even more odd sight slips into the room and leans on the back of Gemini's bottommost chair. A dress looking weirdly similar to the same red and white feathers... that seem to also make up what must be a pair of functioning wings? Even the most minor ornaments adorning her don't match with anything seen locally.

"We weren't worried about that, it was your idea to begin with." The whisper's response is accompanied by an eye roll.

The young girl seems entirely either oblivious or immune to the attention being such an oddity would draw, choosing instead to take in the music and dancing, and idly turning to the performer.

"His name is Gemini right now, not Eyepatch." Calliope answers Aiwe's non-question, as matter-of-factly as if it should be obvious. Then a blink. A flutter of wingtips. "Oh hi, Aiwe."

Mr. Gemini

Carcabob

Dec 23, 2022 6:11 am
Dec 23, 2022 6:11 am
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The bearded man nearly fell out of the precariously placed chair as the crowd began chanting. This idea was clearly backfiring.

Cedrick didn't know much folk dance—let alone how to do it atop his chairs—but he could sure try.

He stands up, strikes a dramatic pose, then immediately falls. "Hyeeaaa—!" The top chair slips beneath him, sending him crashing down onto Xzar and Montaron in front of him. He topples a table on the way, as if for good measure, as he tries to catch himself on it.
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"His name is Gemini right now, not Eyepatch."
"Hyup," he grunts, the wind knocked out of him as he rolls off the two men.
Last edited December 23, 2022 6:25 am

Rolls

Performance - (1d20+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Jabbbahut

Dec 23, 2022 8:46 am
Dec 23, 2022 8:46 am
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Sheemish had learned long ago to never let a good meal go unfinished. You never knew when you might get abducted by dragons, goblins, or snapplegobs. Best to always take advantage of the opportunity. He eagerly eats, his metal gauntlets, always on, clinking with the silverware. He looks at his companions noting how young, tired, and unsure they look. Their journey had taken so many crazy turns lately it was amazing they were all still functioning. And what were they to do now? It looked like half their party was leaving already. Was he going to be the oldest now, just him and some anxious though talented teenagers? And where was this adventure even taking them? Sheemish loved puzzles, but right now he didn't even know if any of the weird things going on were part of the same picture? There had to be a way to make some of these pieces fit together.

Sheemish scans his eyes around the room but decides against drawing attention to himself. Drumming his gauntleted fingers on the tabletop, humming to Aiwe's music, he taps a distinct rhythm and a small winged orb unhitches from his shoulder armor. Stitch, Sheemish's tiny creation and friend, takes her cue, gives a mischievous whirr and then stealthfuly moves around the room sneaking under tables, chairs, or up in the rafters as she tries to spot anything suspicious or of note.

Stitch can communicate short distances with Sheemish, so anything she overhears Sheemish will hear it as well.
Last edited December 23, 2022 9:08 am

Rolls

Investigation - (1d20+4)

(5) + 4 = 9

Stitch's help - (1d20+4)

(15) + 4 = 19

Aiwë Shelur

gardensun

Dec 23, 2022 4:53 pm
Dec 23, 2022 4:53 pm
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Aiwë's eyes light up at Calliope.

"Thank you, Gemini, and thank you, patrons!" she ends with a flourish, then hops down from the dais to greet her friend.

"Calliope!" she cries, wrapping her in a hug. "Stella, look who it is! Sheemish! You remember Calliope, right? She's a druid like Halla and her sister is an Aasimar like Zenithral, but of Torm! Dieter, Runeson, meet Calliope." As Aiwë herds the newcomer to her friends' table she looks at Calliope askance.

"His name is Gemini right now?"
Last edited December 23, 2022 5:00 pm

Mr. Gemini

Carcabob

Dec 23, 2022 6:05 pm
Dec 23, 2022 6:05 pm
Friendly Arm Inn
Quote:
"His name is Gemini right now?"
"That's right," Gemini says standing with a voice with more grovel than a gravel road and almost too fast to understand. "Yesterday it was Sagittarius. Tomorrow it'll be Airies." He frowns and stares into the distance. "Never liked the name my parents gave me. Who names their kid 'Hubert'?!" he says loudly, waving his arms. He stands up straight, widens his eye as if in fear, and shakes his head slightly. "Don't do it kids."

"Anyway, Miss Cantaloupe," he extends a hand to shake Calliope's. "It's been a plum-like pleasure being your escort. I trust your friends here..." he steps uncomfortably close and squints at each party member quickly in turn before turning back to the feathered girl, "...will take care of you. Not that you can't take care of yourself of course...Now if you'll excuse me, I've some busy business to procrastinate then attend to."

He bobs his head, steps away, then starts repeatedly trying and failing to kick the toppled chairs and tables upright.
Last edited December 23, 2022 6:06 pm

Stella

Carcabob

Dec 23, 2022 6:11 pm
Dec 23, 2022 6:11 pm
Friendly Arm Inn
"Calliope!!" Stella's tired eyes light up. "What are you doing here?"

She looks awkwardly at Gemini and tries to hide an awkward smirk. She chuckles at the references to the otherworldly Zodiac, then widens her eyes and leans back, extremely uncomfortable when he steps close to suddenly glare at her.

When he steps away and starts kicking the furniture, Stella whispers to Calliope. "Um...is he okay? Are...you okay?"
Last edited December 23, 2022 6:13 pm

Xzar

Araklusta

Dec 23, 2022 6:27 pm
Dec 23, 2022 6:27 pm
Friendly Arm Inn
When Gemini falls from his double-throne onto Xzar and Montaron's table, he sends the halfling's breakfast meal flying. Xzar's is somehow untouched. Montaron picks himself up off the floor, brushing crumbs and spilt ale from his leather armor, with murderous intent in his eyes. The little fellow reaches for his blade, but Xzar's hand stops him. "Do you not recognize the kindred I share with this man? 'Tis Cousin Hubie!"

Montaron

Araklusta

Dec 23, 2022 6:33 pm
Dec 23, 2022 6:33 pm
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Montaron shoves Xzar's hand away. "A cousin of yers? I thought them's was all... Bah, go join the loon then, and leave me be!" The angry little man stomps up the stairs, toward his private room, muttering under his breath.

Unnoticed by the halfling, Sheemish's tiny flying trinket relates every word. At least half of it is profanities, but Sheemish filters out the important parts: "...shoulda killed the mad rat when I had the chance. Maybe I will. Him and his crazy voices. Ah yes... First thing when we're outta sight of this cursed pub, my blade will find his spine. I'll do this job better by meself, and rack in twice the pay..."

Xzar

Araklusta

Dec 23, 2022 6:35 pm
Dec 23, 2022 6:35 pm
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With his irate companion gone, Xzar pats Gemini heartily on the back. "Ho there, Hubie! It is I, your cousin Xzar!" His voice suddenly jumps two octaves higher: "A story, tell me a story!"

Mr. Gemini

Carcabob

Dec 23, 2022 6:56 pm
Dec 23, 2022 6:56 pm
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Gemini stops kicking the chairs, gasps, points, then holds his arms out as if for a hug. "Cus?! I found you! Look how much you've grown! Almost half an inch of beard! And it's Gemini now." he turns his head and raises a mysterious eyebrow. "Mister Gemini." He flips a coin and catches it, giving them a brief glimpse of a pair of dragon-shaped daggers on it before pocketing it.

He waves his hand. "But you can call me whatever floats your toboggan. What kind'v shenanigans have you been up to here?" He gestures to Montaron and speaks quietly, but loud enough for both men to hear. "And whoozat? I don't remember him...looks like he knows his way around, though. Keeps you from falling on your fancy face, hmm? Heh, heh."

He watches Montaron stomp away. "Not much of a talker, though, eh?"

Finally using his hands to right the furniture, Mr. Gemini proceeds to relay his bout with a titan crab in the Dreadwood to Xzar with a crazed eye, then talks to him about local and recent happenings.
Last edited December 23, 2022 7:00 pm

Aiwë Shelur

gardensun

Dec 23, 2022 7:31 pm
Dec 23, 2022 7:31 pm
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Shelur watches Gemini kick the chairs. "Weird!" she breathes, eyes alight. Satisfied with the explanation, she turns to Calliope.

"How was your travel? What are you doing here?"

Xzar

Araklusta

Dec 23, 2022 10:34 pm
Dec 23, 2022 10:34 pm
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Xzar's answering rambles are nearly incoherent, but he seems very enthusiastic about Gemini's escapades. At the point that Gemini flips the coin, Xzar snickers. "I just knew we were kin, Hubie."
Quote:
...then talks to him about local and recent happenings.
Xzar spends a few minutes musing about the Iron Crisis and how bad it is for 'business'. "Monty and I make off for Nashkel today to examine the iron mine there. Imagine the waves of ambrosia-praise we'll receive when we solve the Crisis. All in the name of the Black Network of course..."

Calliope O'Kelly

deoelvenmageInactive forever!

Dec 23, 2022 11:22 pm
Dec 23, 2022 11:22 pm
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"Um...is he okay? Are...you okay?"
Calliope merely giggles at Mr. Gemini's antics. It's always amusing to watch him stun, dazzle, and adapt to the people he comes into contact with. "Of course we're fine; the highly esteemed Mr. Gemini is a man of many talents and trades, and our mom wouldn't let us travel with him if she wasn't certain we'd be safe."

"We are here to look into the Iron Crisis, as it threatens to disrupt trade at home, which of course Mom would be concerned about. She entrusted us with that job, while my escort is here to... investigate related rumors. The plan was to meet you later in the trip, but you're all apparently here right now, so..."

She gives a shrug, the gesture echoed in her wings.

Mr. Gemini

Carcabob

Dec 24, 2022 12:52 am
Dec 24, 2022 12:52 am
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"Monty and I make off for Nashkel today to examine the iron mine there. Imagine the waves of ambrosia-praise we'll receive when we solve the Crisis. All in the name of the Black Network of course..."
Gemini chuckles. "Heh. Mmmm, mmm! I can almost taste it." He grimaces and pokes his tongue around his mouth. "Or is that leftover breakfast?"

He shrugs. "Anyway, Nashkel, huh? Is that where it started! What do think you and Monty'll find there? Got any contacts, or keeping low and to yerself? I just have some investments I'm tryin'a secure...Gotta watch each other's backs like owlcrabs, ya know?"
Last edited December 24, 2022 12:59 am

Aiwë Shelur

gardensun

Dec 24, 2022 3:56 pm
Dec 24, 2022 3:56 pm
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Quote:
"We're here to look into the Iron Crisis."
"Great! We decided to look into it, too! We're headed to Nashkell to take a look at the iron mine there. You should come!"
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"The plan was to meet you later in the trip, but you're all apparently here right now, so..."
Aiwë's smile fell. "Oh. An assassin attacked us in Candlekeep, so we left early. Someone else attacked us on the road and, and another did here in the Inn. Some shady group has a bounty out on me, Stella, and Sheemish. We don't really know why, but they're willing to kill anyone around us. Maybe you shouldn't come."
Last edited December 24, 2022 3:57 pm

Stella

Carcabob

Dec 24, 2022 4:45 pm
Dec 24, 2022 4:45 pm
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Stella nods "Wirrow too. Ever since we arrived in Candlekeep," she says softly. "It probably started there, but could have even started earlier, since it was only some of us."

Stella's eyes widen, remembering the bounty notice she has. "I'll be right back." She stops, remembering the contents of the bounty notice. "Er...actually, anyone want to come with me to find Bently? I have one more favor to ask him," she says, holding out a furled sheet of paper.

The gnome was able to use divination magic to find clues of Sheemish's whereabouts when he was captured. Perhaps he could find some clues about whoever wrote this bounty. It might just be the already-dead assassin who copied it...but it might not be!
Last edited December 24, 2022 4:46 pm
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