1d20+1 → [8,1] = (9) Mikara's not much of a bookworm. Not sure if the +2 applied to me, so I didn't take it. You can add it if it does.
Mikara
You can see the crest on the ring now, and you know that, for citydwellers, jewlery performs the same role as a bird's ... but beyond that it means nothing
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Mini Stat
Cross- Male Tiefling Wizard 1 Passive Perception: 12, Passive Insight: 18 AC:15, Fort:12, Reflex:14, Will:14 -- Speed:6 Fire Resistance/5 HP:25/25, Bloodied:12, Surge Value:6, Surges left:5/8 Action Points: 1, Second Wind: not used Powers- Blood Hunt (+1 vs bloodied foes) Magic Missle Scorching Burst Ghost Sound Light Mage Hand Prestidigitation Burning Hands Infernal Wrath Flaming Sphere
Tristan follows along through the twisting conversation, remaining silent as the questions and answers flow around him. At length he leans forward.
"I believe I understand enough of the situation. A ring has gone missing, a ring that should not have been misplaced. We are to find the ring, and anything further will simply be at our discretion.
You are a man who does not pin his dreams on uncertain hopes when their are sadly pressing realities to confront first.
I believe I can help."
He draws the contract to him, and signs in a much more conventional manner.
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SOUL: Secret Organization for Underground Levity
You can't stop the laughter!
THE HIVE: One Mind, No Purpose. Public Member of the Secret Fraternal Order of the Hive.
No choice, no choice...You had no choice but come here...I understand this well, Magnus said this with something that might be akin to sympathy.
You shouldn't worry...it'll be a while yet before you sound like me. Hehehe.
With a twirl of his finger, one of the contracts slid across the table to him. He signed in script that swooped and whirled and spiraled in strange ways.
So then...what direction has this ring run off to?
No choice, no choice...You had no choice but come here...I understand this well, Magnus said this with something that might be akin to sympathy.
You shouldn't worry...it'll be a while yet before you sound like me. Hehehe... So then...what direction has this ring run off to?
"Of her direction after dinner that night, I know not... we dined at a little... umm, 'cafe' I believe they call them down in 'The Commons'... a place called 'Stefan's', recommended to me by an Eladrin friend of mine..." he says, giving a nod to Tristan at that last bit, "... they had the most exquisite bread... most magnificent... I was truly suprised... possibly the best I've ever eaten... I really must try to make my way back there..."
He realizes he's been rambling, and pulls himself back to the present. "The cafe was across the street from the artist... I remember, we could smell that heavenly bread baking from across the street... got our appitites going smelling that..." his head cocks at an odd angle, as he seems to recall a detail, "you know, there was an elderly half-elven woman doing oil portraits on miniature canvases... but, Gwennie insisted on being portrayed in charcoal... anyway, after dinner I offered her the use of my... I mean, I offered to book her a coach... but she refused... wanted to stroll the waterfront before she retired for the evening... said she planned to wake early, to begin making arrangements to see her family..."
Magnus
The Regal Crest of VonGravin!!! Don't you see, you doddering fool?!?
...Vashik? ...is that you? I thought you left? What have you done to Hekate?
Silence! It was the Thane of Bacarte, Earl Gareth VonGravin VI... I believe they're on the VIII now, or some such... but that was who commisioned the rings from Dorian.
Kay. Umm... Vashik? Is Hekate coming back, because she's much nicer to...
Silence, Worm!! Gah, how do you manage? Don't you see, if he wears the ring... then this whelp is of the royal line.
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Originally Posted by hafrogman
Tristan follows along through the twisting conversation, remaining silent as the questions and answers flow around him. At length he leans forward.
"I believe I understand enough of the situation. A ring has gone missing, a ring that should not have been misplaced. We are to find the ring, and anything further will simply be at our discretion.
You are a man who does not pin his dreams on uncertain hopes when their are sadly pressing realities to confront first.
I believe I can help."
He draws the contract to him, and signs in a much more conventional manner.
Reggie gives a relieved nod.
Tristan
Its good to have you back...
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Mini Stat
Cross- Male Tiefling Wizard 1 Passive Perception: 12, Passive Insight: 18 AC:15, Fort:12, Reflex:14, Will:14 -- Speed:6 Fire Resistance/5 HP:25/25, Bloodied:12, Surge Value:6, Surges left:5/8 Action Points: 1, Second Wind: not used Powers- Blood Hunt (+1 vs bloodied foes) Magic Missle Scorching Burst Ghost Sound Light Mage Hand Prestidigitation Burning Hands Infernal Wrath Flaming Sphere
Kamotz, busy scribbling about the others in the room, barely pays more attention than normal to Reggie, and by extension trusts everything the flustered man says.
Kamotz listens to the dialogue of Morvannon and Reggie, looking for further information. Morvannon's insightful words spark a memory for Kamotz. He glances at the ring on Reggie's hand and then the ring on The Lady's Hand. Doing a double take!
I agree with Tristan, once you have answered Magnus' question of direction Reggie, I believe our company shall begin the search, so long as Morvannon has sated his curiosity. Say your last words... Until our return that is.
With that Kamotz dips the feather one last time and signs the contract, sprinkling bone-dust over the ink, before laying it in front of Reggie.
Then moving over to Mikara, It seems you were ready to chase before we knew the quarry. May I put a salve over that nick, just to prevent infection, I'm sure one as heedless as yourself has suffered much worse though...
yes
Kamotz gently dabs mystic salve over the scratch, helping to fend off infection. This offers him a split-second human touch. It is a rare and cherished moment for him. He stays near Mikara.
no
Kamotz snorts loudly, Don't expect me to remove whatever foul disease rots your hand off, I shall simply tourniquet and amputate. Kamotz slinks back near Magnus mumbling.
ooc
You can choose whichever H.M. I will do my best to keep Mikara alive, and healthy, regardless.
Kamotz listens to the dialogue of Morvannon and Reggie, looking for further information. Morvannon's insightful words spark a memory for Kamotz. He glances at the ring on Reggie's hand and then the ring on The Lady's Hand. Doing a double take!
The ring catches Kamotz's eye, distracting him from his writing. He leans in to inspect it closer... seeing some type of heraldric crest on the ruby, he recognizes it as some form of signet ring. When he looks at the ring in the picture, it looks more like a large, light-colored gemstone (a diamond, perhaps) surrounded by many smaller, similar stones...
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Originally Posted by CaBaNa
Kamotz sizes Reggie up, wondering as to his religious bend, and stares at the picture of the woman to glean the same about her.
There doesn't seem to be anything about either of them that would suggest a particular religon.
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Mini Stat
Cross- Male Tiefling Wizard 1 Passive Perception: 12, Passive Insight: 18 AC:15, Fort:12, Reflex:14, Will:14 -- Speed:6 Fire Resistance/5 HP:25/25, Bloodied:12, Surge Value:6, Surges left:5/8 Action Points: 1, Second Wind: not used Powers- Blood Hunt (+1 vs bloodied foes) Magic Missle Scorching Burst Ghost Sound Light Mage Hand Prestidigitation Burning Hands Infernal Wrath Flaming Sphere
I didn't look hard enough... thanks for bearing with the NOOB tactics... Geez I'm slow. What say we move this puppy out of The Back Room and into adventure land? The Waterfront or Stefan's Commons Cafe?
Magnus cocked his head toward one of the empty seats. In reaction to something unseen, confusion furrowed his brow and a slow frown spread across his face. He waved dismissively at the empty air.
Feh...royal to the last he was...what does it matter?
The master made it...the student shall find it...along the crooked way...to what end...to what end...
His eyes cast about as if searching for something momentarily, then snapped back to Reggie, suddenly shrewd.
Where shall an errant ring return to? Here...or perhaps Bacarte, Reginald?
__________________ Oni
"Each man, one way.
Each horse, one stance.
Each church, one buddha.
Each master to his own technique."
Mikara moves toward Kamotz and looks him in the eye...
"Here, in the comfort of a guestly room my wound would seem far worse than truth would tell. Save overtures like these for times to come in battles waged that make this cut seem healed."
Mikara turns toward Morvannon,
"So now the vote is cast at 4 to 1. Will it be 5 before the night is done?"
"So now the vote is cast at 4 to 1. Will it be 5 before the night is done?"
Morvannon looked at the ranger steadily for a few seconds. "You are right," he said finally. Taking a contract, he scanned the language, his eyes momentarily flashing a deeper green. Signing his name in a neat hand, he turned to Reggie.
"Now please, sir, tell us the rest of your tale. We are heading into dangerous waters if I'm not mistaken, and I don't wish to die from a lack of information."
OOC
Diplomacy roll; 1d20+8=9 Ew, Morv just jammed his foot as far into his mouth as is possible for a half-elf from the Imperium.
to Mikara, It seems you were ready to chase before we knew the quarry. May I put a salve over that nick, just to prevent infection, I'm sure one as heedless as yourself has suffered much worse though...
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Originally Posted by H.M.Gimlord
Mikara moves toward Kamotz and looks him in the eye...
"Here, in the comfort of a guestly room my wound would seem far worse than truth would tell. Save overtures like these for times to come in battles waged that make this cut seem healed."
Mikara turns toward Morvannon,
"So now the vote is cast at 4 to 1. Will it be 5 before the night is done?"
Mikara sits down and continues to sip her ale.
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Originally Posted by RedBeardJim
Morvannon looked at the ranger steadily for a few seconds. "You are right," he said finally. Taking a contract, he scanned the language, his eyes momentarily flashing a deeper green. Signing his name in a neat hand, he turned to Reggie. "Now please, sir, tell us the rest of your tale. We are heading into dangerous waters if I'm not mistaken, and I don't wish to die from a lack of information."
He looks toward Morvannon before responding to the question, "Fear not, Good Sir... I don't wish for your death either. To the best of my knowledge, I have told you all that I am aware of knowing. If you have questions then ask them... it is in my own best interest to answer truly."
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Originally Posted by Oni
Magnus cocked his head toward one of the empty seats. In reaction to something unseen, confusion furrowed his brow and a slow frown spread across his face. He waved dismissively at the empty air.
Feh...royal to the last he was...what does it matter?
The master made it...the student shall find it...along the crooked way...to what end...to what end...
His eyes cast about as if searching for something momentarily, then snapped back to Reggie, suddenly shrewd.
Where shall an errant ring return to? Here...or perhaps Bacarte, Reginald?
Reggie turns, instinctively, in response to his true name. "Very well... very Well. You've figured me out... what a clever crew. I believe, I have chosen wisely... not bad for my first time... and father said... Bah, to 'The Depths' with what father says."
He stands from the table, "Excellent. If you have no more questions for me... then I have one more item to issue, before you begin."
OOC to all
I don't want to get people's hopes up... its not going to be a wishlist item. It will be a single-shot item, only usable in this adventure.
If you have no more questions for Reginald, then I'll get us started in the official adventure thread...
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Mini Stat
Cross- Male Tiefling Wizard 1 Passive Perception: 12, Passive Insight: 18 AC:15, Fort:12, Reflex:14, Will:14 -- Speed:6 Fire Resistance/5 HP:25/25, Bloodied:12, Surge Value:6, Surges left:5/8 Action Points: 1, Second Wind: not used Powers- Blood Hunt (+1 vs bloodied foes) Magic Missle Scorching Burst Ghost Sound Light Mage Hand Prestidigitation Burning Hands Infernal Wrath Flaming Sphere
Tristan carefully pick up the charcoal drawing and eyes the woman depicted.
"I presume we'll be able to take this with us? It will prove useful in tracking her, particularly if she hasn't actually left the island yet. Either way, I think you have managed to provide us with a few paths of inquiry. I have satisfied my curiosity, I'm ready to begin if none of my new companions have further questions."
Sea Painter
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Originally Posted by SeaPainter
Tristan
Its good to have you back...
I didn't go anywhere. . . I'm not generally going to be around to post on weekends. If this is going to be a problem, let me know.
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SOUL: Secret Organization for Underground Levity
You can't stop the laughter!
THE HIVE: One Mind, No Purpose. Public Member of the Secret Fraternal Order of the Hive.
After having his short outburst and grumbling his way back to sit near Magnus, Kamotz takes a page and scribbles a bit looking up at Mikara occasionally. Eventually leaning over to Magnus. I want to learn, and whatever you know seems to give you incredible insights... I'll follow if you lead. Kamotz turns to Reginald, I am ready for an adventure!
Kamotz is starting to feel alone, and seems to be casting out for any role model to give him guidance.
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I am setting Kamotz up for some skill retraining once he hits first level. I just want the retrain to fit very well with the RP. It seems that with PBP the skill sets are more important than at my home table. I also want him to shift alignment eventually, and that will depend on his character interaction. Dynamic characters are more fun... I'm ready to move into the adventure thread if there are no objections.
Magnus looked at the shifter with suspicion. Respect for his insights was a foreign thing to him and the dwarf seemed taken aback. Studying the cleric's face though his own expression finally dissolved into a broken toothed grin.
Hehehe. A desire for knowledge...very good.
The disheveled dwarf leaned in closer, speaking in a lower voice, his countenance having taken on a grimmer cast.
It's there...for anyone willing to see.
He paused, grasping Kamotz hand. Magnus drew a spiral in the upturned palm, his finger leaving a trail of crimson. Closing the shifter's hand over his handiwork he locked eyes with the morbid cleric.
However...Her mysteries are not without cost. Can Death's grip be released so easily?
Magnus patted the closed had gently.
Ponder this...
With that he leaned back again chuckling to himself, as if nothing had occurred.
ooc
Fear not, you've been prestidigitated, the mark will soon fade. ><
__________________ Oni
"Each man, one way.
Each horse, one stance.
Each church, one buddha.
Each master to his own technique."
Not sure if the +2 applied to me, so I didn't take it. You can add it if it does. 
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