Dec 3, 2016 10:47 pm
"Indeed they do, Orseas." Rolen gives Orseas a wry smirk as he picks up the quill, drips it gracefully into the ink and signs in his name.
Chapter 1: Lady Luck's Curtsy
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Dec 3, 2016 10:48 pm
At mention of "coward," Baraq whips her head to the source of the word. Her head tilts as she studies the speaker, then turns away as he was not addressing her.
Dec 3, 2016 11:30 pm
Orseas frowns. His taunt now leaves him signing as well. Although that would not be so bad, he is now stuck with Rolen for the foreseeable future.
Dec 3, 2016 11:43 pm
The baron rocks in his chair, beaming at the number of signatories to the contract on the tablet.
There's a loud CRACK, as the back legs of the chair give way, and the rotund baron collapses to the floor in a messy pile of flesh, silk, and dwarven whiskey.
There's a loud CRACK, as the back legs of the chair give way, and the rotund baron collapses to the floor in a messy pile of flesh, silk, and dwarven whiskey.
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1 Positive, 0 Blank, 3 Negative - Total: -2
Dec 3, 2016 11:50 pm
As the chair gives way, so does Rolen's dignified demeanor as he uncontrollably chortles at the sight he witnessed in front of him.
OOC:
for the fun.Last edited December 3, 2016 11:53 pm
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Can Rolen hold his laugh? E=Y, O=N - (1d20)
(15) = 15
Dec 4, 2016 1:04 am
Baraq shifts on her perch, assessing the angle needed to scavenge the corpse... oh wait, the man is still alive.
Dec 4, 2016 1:06 am
Krieger chuckles, the display bringing back some fond memories of his time in the Baron's court.
Dec 4, 2016 1:06 am
The baron grumpily accepts Xavena's help.
They just don't make chairs here the way they do in my lands. Who would dare make such a flimsy object! He says in a bluster as he makes it to his feet.
They just don't make chairs here the way they do in my lands. Who would dare make such a flimsy object! He says in a bluster as he makes it to his feet.
Dec 4, 2016 1:23 am
Shaking my head, I take a moment to fix the legs of the chair before I set it back behind the baron. "Good as before."
Casting Cantrip "Mending"-This spell repairs a single break or tear in an object you touch. As long as the break or tear is no larger than 1 foot in any dimension, you mend it. leaving no trace of the former damage.
Casting Cantrip "Mending"-This spell repairs a single break or tear in an object you touch. As long as the break or tear is no larger than 1 foot in any dimension, you mend it. leaving no trace of the former damage.
Dec 4, 2016 1:39 am
Aera totally misses the fact that the baron is trying to save face, "Are you sure that your great weight didn't break it?" he asks, totally innocently.
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Dec 4, 2016 1:39 am
After a minute or so of mystical manipulation, Xavena has repaired the bar chair and has gotten Yahvitz back to his seat.
My thanks Xavena. Your talents are truly wide-ranged. He says thankfully as the signing of the contract continues on.
My thanks Xavena. Your talents are truly wide-ranged. He says thankfully as the signing of the contract continues on.
Dec 4, 2016 1:39 am
Yahvitz lets out a hearty guffaw at Aera's comment.
Perhaps my diet is the problem with the furniture here! Surely they are more used to underfed rapscallions in Neverwinter! he says, voice back to mirthful.
Perhaps my diet is the problem with the furniture here! Surely they are more used to underfed rapscallions in Neverwinter! he says, voice back to mirthful.
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2 Positive, 2 Blank, 0 Negative - Total: +2
Dec 4, 2016 2:05 am
Baraq has not moved much from her perch, unaware of this custom about signing things. She had already indicated her willingness, and waits for the group's first directive.
Dec 4, 2016 2:09 am
Aera moves forward, dips a single talon into the ink and signs his name that way, very carefully.
Dec 4, 2016 2:41 am
Catriona has calmed down somewhat and is sulking where she stands, angry at herself for losing her composure. She is startled when the dragonborn speaks to her. So startled is she that she does what she always does when she's upset and wants to comfort herself: imagine she's in her garden chatting happily with the plants and the birds and little animals and the sprites.
We'll be okay. We'll be okay.
We'll be okay. We'll be okay.
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She's talking to herself in Druidic, what she believes is her own private language but one Xavena alone in this group will understand.Last edited December 4, 2016 2:42 am
Dec 4, 2016 3:42 am
I certainly hope so. Seems as if we're the only ones with any sense. Us and the quiet bird. I take a small piece of bread and discretely feed it to the mouse that has made its way up my sleeve to my shoulder.
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Dec 4, 2016 5:32 am
Catriona is startled anew when Xavena speaks to her in what she thought was her own secret language. It snaps her out of her quiet (if you ignore the little earthquake) tantrum and causes her to consider more closely the dragonborn and the room's other occupants. "Um, Xavena?" she's asks timidly, How is it that you understand my words?" Catriona takes Xavena's advice and partakes of the food. She realizes she is hungry. She's eaten nothing but good berries since she ran away.
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Dec 4, 2016 6:54 am
Since everyone seems to be putting ink to paper, Baraq hops off her perch and approaches the young boy. She dips a finger into the inkpot and smears it on the scroll.
Dec 4, 2016 9:20 am
As he is completely ignored, Neraduin's cheeks take a faint colour of crimson. Everyone seems to be writing down their names, but they are very poorly written. He chokes when he sees the winged creature smear ink across the parchment.
WHAT ARE YOU... he snatches the scroll and looks at the paper with an expression of pure shock and horror, losing all of his previous composure. His true, high pitched voice can now be heard. He blinks his eyes several times, as if trying to process what is written on the parchment and looks at Baraq agrily. You call this a signature ?!
WHAT ARE YOU... he snatches the scroll and looks at the paper with an expression of pure shock and horror, losing all of his previous composure. His true, high pitched voice can now be heard. He blinks his eyes several times, as if trying to process what is written on the parchment and looks at Baraq agrily. You call this a signature ?!
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