Jan 12, 2023 3:14 am
The mayor returns the curtsy with a curt nod of his head. "...Thank you. Best of luck to you and your friends tomorrow." And then he's off on his own hunt.
Nashkel
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Jan 12, 2023 3:34 am
There's only one inn in Nashkel, aptly named the Nashkel Inn. It's actually fairly busy for such a remote town. The proprietor seems to be mostly fussing over one table in particular where a handful of people sit, one of them a young man of apparent nobility.
The proprietor gives the party a glance as they enter, and nods toward an open table as if to say "Have a seat, I'll be with you in a moment."
It takes him perhaps a quarter of an hour to make his way over to the companions. Pulling a rag from his apron, he wipes beads of sweat from his face and sighs, then puts on a welcoming smile. "Good evening to you, friends! Can I interest you in some fresh venison for dinner? Perhaps a round of drinks to go with it? I-" A call from the young noble has him bowing to the party and scuttling off once more, without so much as taking their orders.
The proprietor gives the party a glance as they enter, and nods toward an open table as if to say "Have a seat, I'll be with you in a moment."
It takes him perhaps a quarter of an hour to make his way over to the companions. Pulling a rag from his apron, he wipes beads of sweat from his face and sighs, then puts on a welcoming smile. "Good evening to you, friends! Can I interest you in some fresh venison for dinner? Perhaps a round of drinks to go with it? I-" A call from the young noble has him bowing to the party and scuttling off once more, without so much as taking their orders.
Jan 12, 2023 4:17 am
Stella frowns. "We might not be the only ones here to investigate. I can't imagine too many come here on holiday..."
She stands and heads towards where she thinks the kitchen might be, listening to activity. Do they need any help in the kitchen? she wonders, then looks for an opportunity to offer help.
She stands and heads towards where she thinks the kitchen might be, listening to activity. Do they need any help in the kitchen? she wonders, then looks for an opportunity to offer help.
Rolls
Investigation (Do they need kitchen help?) - (1d20+4)
(3) + 4 = 7
Jan 12, 2023 4:29 am
Aiwë abandons her weapons at the table with her friends and heads to the noble's table with her lyre and inserts herself as soon as the proprietor is able to escape again.
"Good day!" she says, accent lightly elvish. She bows and presents her lyre. "I am about to play, and you are entitled to first requests. I am not from the region, but if I do not know the specific song I am sure to know one similar. What are you in the mood for, to accompany your meal?" She is determined to hold their attention at least long enough for her friends to get their food.
"Good day!" she says, accent lightly elvish. She bows and presents her lyre. "I am about to play, and you are entitled to first requests. I am not from the region, but if I do not know the specific song I am sure to know one similar. What are you in the mood for, to accompany your meal?" She is determined to hold their attention at least long enough for her friends to get their food.
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Jan 12, 2023 5:05 pm
The kitchen is easy to find. Behind a pair of short, swinging double doors is a simple kitchen and a very occupied cook, who glances up at Stella. "No special orders tonight! I'm far too busy. Unless..." She looks up and down at Stella's attire. "Unless you're one of those very helpful adventurers they say is in town. I know all too well your kind is always ready to lend a hand to folks in need."
"Well?" She points to the counter, where there are half a dozen plated entrees lined up, waiting to be taken to patrons in the common room. "The first four are for the dwarves in the corner table, the other two or for the big tattooed guy by the fireplace. I think he intends to eat both of them himself, but that's not my business..."
"Well?" She points to the counter, where there are half a dozen plated entrees lined up, waiting to be taken to patrons in the common room. "The first four are for the dwarves in the corner table, the other two or for the big tattooed guy by the fireplace. I think he intends to eat both of them himself, but that's not my business..."
Jan 12, 2023 6:02 pm
Dieter for the good of the realm abstains from helping in the kitchen but is more than willing to bus tables. He takes the plates for the dwarves and greets them in their own tongue a customary salutation of respect and service.
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Jan 12, 2023 7:10 pm
"Yes! I was wondering if you needed help," Stella says. "It seems unusually busy...Oh, and I guess my friend here is as well!"
Stella takes out a piece of string and ties it around her finger. "Warrior Woman's aid,'" she says in druidic, using the finger to tap out a figure of stars in the air. The figure grows to the full size of a person, then the stars fade.
(Stella casts Unseen Servant)
She liked calling upon the Warrior Woman for this spell, even though it was no real battlefield. Stella had found the other constelations just didn't seem to have the same grace and poise.
"Take these to the tattooed gentlemen by the fireplace," she tells the now-invisible figure. The plates lift into the air and begin floating their way to the man.
While Dieter serves the dwarves, Stella turns to the cook and asks "I have experience cooking. What do you need?"
Stella takes out a piece of string and ties it around her finger. "Warrior Woman's aid,'" she says in druidic, using the finger to tap out a figure of stars in the air. The figure grows to the full size of a person, then the stars fade.
(Stella casts Unseen Servant)
She liked calling upon the Warrior Woman for this spell, even though it was no real battlefield. Stella had found the other constelations just didn't seem to have the same grace and poise.
"Take these to the tattooed gentlemen by the fireplace," she tells the now-invisible figure. The plates lift into the air and begin floating their way to the man.
While Dieter serves the dwarves, Stella turns to the cook and asks "I have experience cooking. What do you need?"
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Jan 12, 2023 10:39 pm
As Aiwe nears the noble's table, one of its occupants stands and puts herself between Aiwe and the table, effectively barring her way. "I don't think so, little girl," the woman chides in a low snarl. She doesn't reach for the sword at her side, but she glares daggers at Aiwe.
Jan 12, 2023 10:40 pm
"Let her be, guard. You're supposed to protect me, not harass the townsfolk."
The woman returns to her seat, but the glower never leaves her face.
The young noble, red-haired head resting on his chin, blinks and looks up at Aiwë. "It's very kind of you to offer." He straightens in his seat and smooths down a wrinkle in his embroidered red coat. "Um, if you're from far off, would you please play something from your homeland?"
The woman returns to her seat, but the glower never leaves her face.
The young noble, red-haired head resting on his chin, blinks and looks up at Aiwë. "It's very kind of you to offer." He straightens in his seat and smooths down a wrinkle in his embroidered red coat. "Um, if you're from far off, would you please play something from your homeland?"
Jan 12, 2023 10:47 pm
Dieter turns at the commotion and recognizes the possible assailant. He makes his way over to her after taking care of the dwarfs. When he sees his chance he tries be to be as un-intrusive as possible as Shar-Teel is obviously on the job.
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Jan 12, 2023 10:56 pm
Shelur ignores the guard entirely, but inwardly, she bristles. Little!
"Absolutely, my lord!" She swings her braids over her shoulder and prepares the lyre. "What are you in the mood for? A drinking song? A ballad? Are you looking for something joyful, mourning, raucous or peaceful? And what language? I know many songs in Common, Elvish, and Orcish, as well as just a couple in Dwarvish."
"Absolutely, my lord!" She swings her braids over her shoulder and prepares the lyre. "What are you in the mood for? A drinking song? A ballad? Are you looking for something joyful, mourning, raucous or peaceful? And what language? I know many songs in Common, Elvish, and Orcish, as well as just a couple in Dwarvish."
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Jan 12, 2023 11:08 pm
The cook watches with curiosity as Stella works her spell, and then claps her hands for joy when the plates seem to rise on their own and float towards the fireplace, held aloft by the invisible Warrior Woman.
The cook smiles in appreciation and relief. "Forgive my harsh words earlier! It's all getting to me lately. These days, these times... Anyway, can you bake a large cake? I've all the ingredients." She nudges a cupboard open with her hip, revealing ingredients of all sorts.
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"I have experience cooking. What do you need?"Jan 12, 2023 11:12 pm
Shar-Teel's scowl at Aiwe is interrupted when Dieter makes his presence known. Now it's focused on him. "You! Gibber-Bait." Her eyes flick to the young noble, then back to Dieter. "I swear, make any trouble here and you'll answer to my blade."
Jan 12, 2023 11:16 pm
He perks up at the list. "I've heard too many Elvish ballads. They're awfully boring. But I had no idea the orcs had music of their own! Play something Orcish."
The noble shifts uncomfortably, and Aiwe hears a sound she knows well, but is hardly expecting at this moment, in this company. His stomach is growling as though empty. There's no plate of food in front of him, either.
The noble shifts uncomfortably, and Aiwe hears a sound she knows well, but is hardly expecting at this moment, in this company. His stomach is growling as though empty. There's no plate of food in front of him, either.
Jan 12, 2023 11:23 pm
Araklusta says:
Shar-Teel's scowl at Aiwe is interrupted when Dieter makes his presence known. Now it's focused on him. "You! Gibber-Bait." Her eyes flick to the young noble, then back to Dieter. "I swear, make any trouble here and you'll answer to my blade."Jan 13, 2023 12:24 am
Oh, Stella mouths, raising her eyebrows. She was most familiar with cooling meals, not pastries, but she had worked some of the women in Kuldihar who baked.
"Of course!" She laces her fingers and stretches her arms forward. "Lady of Mystery, let's get cracking," she says in druidic. (Stella casts Guidance on herself.)
She quickly takes mental note of the ingredients, tries to remember the proper proportions for a typical cake, being sure to ask the cook quick questions, such as what kind of cake and how much of each ingredient to use when she wasn't sure.
"Just like learning a ritual..." she mutters to herself. "I wonder what the occasion is."
She mentally commands the Unseen Warrior Woman to return when finished delivering the plates, then either asks it to deliver any new dishes or help her with the cake.
"Of course!" She laces her fingers and stretches her arms forward. "Lady of Mystery, let's get cracking," she says in druidic. (Stella casts Guidance on herself.)
She quickly takes mental note of the ingredients, tries to remember the proper proportions for a typical cake, being sure to ask the cook quick questions, such as what kind of cake and how much of each ingredient to use when she wasn't sure.
"Just like learning a ritual..." she mutters to herself. "I wonder what the occasion is."
She mentally commands the Unseen Warrior Woman to return when finished delivering the plates, then either asks it to deliver any new dishes or help her with the cake.
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Rolls
Wisdom? (Cook's Utensils, Guidance); -1 if Intelligence fits better. - (1d20+5+1d4)
(17) + (3) + 5 = 25
Jan 13, 2023 1:10 am
"We do of course have our own music," Shelur says, grinning widely. "My friends and I wrote much of what I know, but I look forward to learning from the other tribes here."
Then the noble's stomach growls, Aiwë pauses. "My lord... my friend is working in the kitchens. Do you need me to put in a word for you to hurry your meal?"
Then the noble's stomach growls, Aiwë pauses. "My lord... my friend is working in the kitchens. Do you need me to put in a word for you to hurry your meal?"
Jan 13, 2023 1:52 am
Sheemish, always intrigued by new things, evaluates the room. The dwarves would be fun to talk to but their company is one he’s already familiar with. But the lone tattooed man by himself, now that would be a new story
Sheemish makes his way to a table next to the man, takes a seat and tries to give a respectful nod if the man looks to him. He also squints to see if he recognized any of the tattooes.
Sheemish makes his way to a table next to the man, takes a seat and tries to give a respectful nod if the man looks to him. He also squints to see if he recognized any of the tattooes.
Rolls
History check - (1d20+6)
(6) + 6 = 12
Jan 13, 2023 2:40 am
Shar-Teel's returning grin is predatory. "The Duke's son is older than you are, Dieter. So go get lost, little boy, before I make you."
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She's not inclined to just do whatever Dieter says. It'll take some kind of persuasion or leverage or something to get her to agree to talk to you.Jan 13, 2023 2:48 am
The cook comes over to check Stella's work with the cake. "It smells delicious! You must teach me your recipe before you leave Nashkel. Now it just needs some frosting. Apparently they said to put animal shapes on it; for some kid's birthday or something." With the Unseen Servant's help clearing and cleaning tables in the common room (a job that Dieter was supposed to be doing), the cook and proprietor seem to be significantly less stressed!
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Awesome culinary check! You can ride that roll and decorate the cake awesomely, I just wanted to give you a chance to respond, describe it, whatever you feel like.load next