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T'ahl
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Tilich work camps
It's evening in the work camps just outside the town of Tilich. Many people are huddled around the various fires, drinking ale, sharing stories, and generally relieving the tension of another hard days work.
Around one of the larger fires there seems to be a bit of a show going on as various people take thier turns to stand in front of the onlookers and entertain them in various fashion from songs to juggling to wild stories of times forgotten and times that just may never have been. Some of the better entertainers are treated with more ale, a few silvers, and even if they are not so good generally some applause and cheers reguardless for their troubles.
A young man takes his turn to entertain - an elf perhaps for he has slightly pointed ears - but with a little more edge to his looks and a bit more solid a look than the typical elf.
He starts with a juggling act - which gets a few "awws" and cheers for unlike the last juggler - he's using his daggers and after demonstrating their sharpness this act seems to be a little more entertaining. First three daggers - then four - then five - then all six daggers. The crowd roars with applause - for this young fellow appears to be truly talented.
Perhaps envigored by the cheers of the onlookers (and maybe the few silvers that have already been thrown to his open pack) he ups the ante a little more. With a flury of his cloak he starts to do a dance while juggling, twirling and throwing the daggers higher and higher as his cloak whistles around as he does. He starts throwing the daggers up and catching them under his raised legs in a bit of an acrobatic show - more and more intricate his movements and dance.
More applause and more gold are thrown to the young man putting on the spectacular show - he's smiling now - he knows he has their attention.
A beautiful young maiden smiles back as he momentarily catches her eye. She is quite beautiful - and - well let's just say the gods were kind to her and - well - bountifull in many ways.
Suddenly the young man steps on a small log left hapharzadly a few feet from the fire where he is now dancing and juggling (doubtless to get more effect from the fire glinting off the polished blades of his daggers).
He slips - and trying to catch his balance - and the falling daggers at the same time - seems just a bit too much for him - and he falls - head first into the fire!!
He rolls out of the other side of the blaze in a wild summersault motion - flames and embers flying from his cloak as he does. He emerges on the other side in a disheveled mess - but quickly tries to stand upright and look like it was perhaps all part of the act.
Everyone is laughing and cheering at the same time and he takes a moment for a quick bow - just before he realizes his cloak is on fire!! He dances around yelling and cursing and rolling on the ground as he pats his backside and the cloak to extinguish the flames. The crowd breaks into an uproar of laughter at this - some are litterally rolling on the ground much as he - but from fits of laughter rather than being on fire!
The flames finally out - he sits - his cloack flung about and his tunic in a mess. He smiles sheepishly as he rights himself and the laughter slowly dies down. He's handed a mug of ale from one of the onlookers as tears run down their face from too much laughter! "Quite - (laughs) quite a show their laddie", and with that he accepts the ale and raises it to the crowd in a toast. Still recovering from laughter many of the onlookers raise there glass to the young elf and everyone let's out a cheer - after all - planned or not - it was quite the show!
It's evening in the work camps just outside the town of Tilich. Many people are huddled around the various fires, drinking ale, sharing stories, and generally relieving the tension of another hard days work.
Around one of the larger fires there seems to be a bit of a show going on as various people take thier turns to stand in front of the onlookers and entertain them in various fashion from songs to juggling to wild stories of times forgotten and times that just may never have been. Some of the better entertainers are treated with more ale, a few silvers, and even if they are not so good generally some applause and cheers reguardless for their troubles.
A young man takes his turn to entertain - an elf perhaps for he has slightly pointed ears - but with a little more edge to his looks and a bit more solid a look than the typical elf.
He starts with a juggling act - which gets a few "awws" and cheers for unlike the last juggler - he's using his daggers and after demonstrating their sharpness this act seems to be a little more entertaining. First three daggers - then four - then five - then all six daggers. The crowd roars with applause - for this young fellow appears to be truly talented.
Perhaps envigored by the cheers of the onlookers (and maybe the few silvers that have already been thrown to his open pack) he ups the ante a little more. With a flury of his cloak he starts to do a dance while juggling, twirling and throwing the daggers higher and higher as his cloak whistles around as he does. He starts throwing the daggers up and catching them under his raised legs in a bit of an acrobatic show - more and more intricate his movements and dance.
More applause and more gold are thrown to the young man putting on the spectacular show - he's smiling now - he knows he has their attention.
A beautiful young maiden smiles back as he momentarily catches her eye. She is quite beautiful - and - well let's just say the gods were kind to her and - well - bountifull in many ways.
Suddenly the young man steps on a small log left hapharzadly a few feet from the fire where he is now dancing and juggling (doubtless to get more effect from the fire glinting off the polished blades of his daggers).
He slips - and trying to catch his balance - and the falling daggers at the same time - seems just a bit too much for him - and he falls - head first into the fire!!
He rolls out of the other side of the blaze in a wild summersault motion - flames and embers flying from his cloak as he does. He emerges on the other side in a disheveled mess - but quickly tries to stand upright and look like it was perhaps all part of the act.
Everyone is laughing and cheering at the same time and he takes a moment for a quick bow - just before he realizes his cloak is on fire!! He dances around yelling and cursing and rolling on the ground as he pats his backside and the cloak to extinguish the flames. The crowd breaks into an uproar of laughter at this - some are litterally rolling on the ground much as he - but from fits of laughter rather than being on fire!
The flames finally out - he sits - his cloack flung about and his tunic in a mess. He smiles sheepishly as he rights himself and the laughter slowly dies down. He's handed a mug of ale from one of the onlookers as tears run down their face from too much laughter! "Quite - (laughs) quite a show their laddie", and with that he accepts the ale and raises it to the crowd in a toast. Still recovering from laughter many of the onlookers raise there glass to the young elf and everyone let's out a cheer - after all - planned or not - it was quite the show!
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Emiricol
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ADVENTURE COMPLETED
Participants: PCs Leena, Tahl, Fenbrethil, Sathisis.
XP each: 250 Summary: The party found a camouflaged position with six goblins in it. After a nasty fight, the party emerged victorious.
Treasure found:
The party has just attacked and defeated a camouflaged position on the east bank of the river, between new Tillich and old Tillich but on the opposite side of the river. The fight was close for T'ahl, who nearly died not once but twice during the fight. The treasure was light.
It is now late afternoon, early winter. Night will come soon, and the party discusses what to do and how to split the coins.
Participants: PCs Leena, Tahl, Fenbrethil, Sathisis.
XP each: 250 Summary: The party found a camouflaged position with six goblins in it. After a nasty fight, the party emerged victorious.
Treasure found:
- 1,024 copper coins (10.24 gp)
- 164 gold coins (164 gp)
The party has just attacked and defeated a camouflaged position on the east bank of the river, between new Tillich and old Tillich but on the opposite side of the river. The fight was close for T'ahl, who nearly died not once but twice during the fight. The treasure was light.
It is now late afternoon, early winter. Night will come soon, and the party discusses what to do and how to split the coins.
DMEntropy
First Post
Raging Bear II COMPLETED
PC's Participating: Janaxil, Kayen, Katernin, Otik
Summary: Hired by the Commander of the Guard in Tillich, the PC's set out east to search for the Black Wing gobin camp and determine their strengths. Soon after locating the camp they attacked the camp killing 9 goblins and driving off 6 more. Two wounded goblins were taken prisoner and returned to Tillich for questioning. During the exploration, an animated plant attacked the group.
Treasure found:
206cp, 143sp, 136gp
Vial of Liquid
MW Dagger
25gp each (5gp per day)
15gp each for goblin bounties (Katernin, Kayen, and Janaxil)
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The PC's need to report to the Commander their findings at the goblin camp.
PC's Participating: Janaxil, Kayen, Katernin, Otik
Summary: Hired by the Commander of the Guard in Tillich, the PC's set out east to search for the Black Wing gobin camp and determine their strengths. Soon after locating the camp they attacked the camp killing 9 goblins and driving off 6 more. Two wounded goblins were taken prisoner and returned to Tillich for questioning. During the exploration, an animated plant attacked the group.
Treasure found:
206cp, 143sp, 136gp
Vial of Liquid
MW Dagger
25gp each (5gp per day)
15gp each for goblin bounties (Katernin, Kayen, and Janaxil)
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The PC's need to report to the Commander their findings at the goblin camp.
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T'ahl
First Post
Growing up
T'ahl returns from scouting the goblin's camps a different young man. Perhaps he's just finally growing up - perhaps it's the fact that he nearly died - not once - but twice, perhaps it's that he's learning from more seasoned adventurers like Sathisis the Strong and Wise, and Leena the Conqueror ((smile)) but he definately feels different. Relaying their information to the Foreman was difficult - as the info was second hand but they could not reveal it's source. Needing a rest from his adventure he spent a little of his horde on a room, a hot meal, a hot bath, and a long sleep.
Waking from his sleep and dressing he notices himself in the mirror (yes it was a fancy room indeed). A bloody red scar runs from his right temple to the just below the meat of his cheek. It will fade in time, but will likely always show a little. Is he a little taller - he's not sure - his leather armour does seem a bit smaller - almost uncomfortable - perhaps it simply shrunk from falling in the river 3 days before.... can armour shrink?, he's not sure - but it does indeed seem not to fit as well. He takes it off and notices himself again - he's filling out, a little more muscle, a little broader in the sholders - it's been a while since he saw himself in a mirror - interesting. He feels stronger now - tougher - perhaps he's becoming a man - one maybe his father would actually be proud of........ he smiles at this......... "looking up to my father.... well that's something new". He picks up his Short Sword and hefts it... "not much of a weapon" his father would say... but niether did he want a massive sword like his fathers. How could one even weild a Great Sword - sure he could lift it and heft it - no weakling - but he preferred something with a bit more speed to it......
He dons his clothes, stowing the ill-fitting armour in his pack - and heads in to the village on a mission! "If I'm to become a man - I'll first have to live long enough" - he laughs to himself. Searching every weapon and armoursmith in town - he's determined to find what he needs to do just that. "I'll not be such easy prey next time" he mutters.
((T'ahl searches the village for masterwork studded leather armour and a good longsword - not too long - just enough to put a little more punch in his attack. He's multi-classed now Barbarian-Theif - he's angry at being pummelled so easily and will train hard to make sure it doesn't happen again - remembering everything his Barbarian Father taught him when he was younger - before his rebelious nature caused them to stop training together))
T'ahl returns from scouting the goblin's camps a different young man. Perhaps he's just finally growing up - perhaps it's the fact that he nearly died - not once - but twice, perhaps it's that he's learning from more seasoned adventurers like Sathisis the Strong and Wise, and Leena the Conqueror ((smile)) but he definately feels different. Relaying their information to the Foreman was difficult - as the info was second hand but they could not reveal it's source. Needing a rest from his adventure he spent a little of his horde on a room, a hot meal, a hot bath, and a long sleep.
Waking from his sleep and dressing he notices himself in the mirror (yes it was a fancy room indeed). A bloody red scar runs from his right temple to the just below the meat of his cheek. It will fade in time, but will likely always show a little. Is he a little taller - he's not sure - his leather armour does seem a bit smaller - almost uncomfortable - perhaps it simply shrunk from falling in the river 3 days before.... can armour shrink?, he's not sure - but it does indeed seem not to fit as well. He takes it off and notices himself again - he's filling out, a little more muscle, a little broader in the sholders - it's been a while since he saw himself in a mirror - interesting. He feels stronger now - tougher - perhaps he's becoming a man - one maybe his father would actually be proud of........ he smiles at this......... "looking up to my father.... well that's something new". He picks up his Short Sword and hefts it... "not much of a weapon" his father would say... but niether did he want a massive sword like his fathers. How could one even weild a Great Sword - sure he could lift it and heft it - no weakling - but he preferred something with a bit more speed to it......
He dons his clothes, stowing the ill-fitting armour in his pack - and heads in to the village on a mission! "If I'm to become a man - I'll first have to live long enough" - he laughs to himself. Searching every weapon and armoursmith in town - he's determined to find what he needs to do just that. "I'll not be such easy prey next time" he mutters.
((T'ahl searches the village for masterwork studded leather armour and a good longsword - not too long - just enough to put a little more punch in his attack. He's multi-classed now Barbarian-Theif - he's angry at being pummelled so easily and will train hard to make sure it doesn't happen again - remembering everything his Barbarian Father taught him when he was younger - before his rebelious nature caused them to stop training together))
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“Are they all so selfish? Is the shiny coins all they want? So much so they’d lie to those they share their fates with? How can I trust those who would lie…I can’t trust them.” Sathisis muttered to his seemingly invisible companion as his scaled feet slammed into the dirt road he walked upon over and over, each step seeming to make him more angry.
What was it with the scaleless ones and those gold coins, anyway? They were used to further the strength of the group, it only made sense they should be distributed evenly, yet twice now two of them had tried to cheat the rest of the group out of their share. While the first had apologized, he’d yet to confront the second, and his mind fumed even considering if he’d have to confront every scaleless creature he met about something he felt was a basic courtesy. Maybe those beyond the swamps truly do not have honor. From now on, he’d assume such and hopefully be proven wrong later.
“I should spend these coins before one of these scaleless tries to take them from me…” He said once again to the wind, earning him a stranger look than he normally got from someone passing by who overheard him. With a quick spin on the claws of his feet, he changes direction and heads to the armory.
The large lizardman, standing right in the middle of the shop, widens his eyes at the sight of all the strange and unusual outfits within. Completely oblivious to the distrustful gazes he is given by others coming into the shop, he looks over the suits of armor with a mix of disdain and curiosity. His tribe rarely wore armor, only the strongest warriors tended to wear any at all, and even then, it was usually a form of trophy from their slain foes then a suit truly designed to protect. Armor like this, all in one piece, he’d never even seen.
Cracking his large neck, he walked over to the now nervous shopkeeper and looked down at him. His eyes weren’t malevolent, and he tilted his head curiously at the shops owner, and then spoke.
“I would like to purchase one of those…”
A few hours later, Sathisis stood in the shop, completely still, frozen like an animal attempting to avoid notice. Only he was not trying to avoid notice…he was trying to figure out how to move in this inane garment. He’d never in his life worn such a ridiculously heavy trinket. His eyes shifted around the room awkwardly, terribly embarrassed, and despite his attempts to hide it, his extreme discomfort shined through his façade like a beam of sunlight in the dark canopy of his homeland. The shopkeeper and a few other patrons who had decided to watch this unusual spectacle could barely keep from laughing, and despite his humiliation, Sathisis knew if he was in their place he’d probably be laughing up a storm himself.
“I can’t wear all this! Take this part off…and this part. And that too.”
Before long, Sathisis wore what must have been only half of the original full studded leather suit, the armor only placed in the most comfortable places that did not restrict or hinder any movement. He still felt a bit silly, but since he had the symbol of his tribe painted on the left shoulder pad, it was at least tolerable. A small price for being a better warrior, or so he hoped. There had to be a reason the elder warriors of the Usath’Kyuss did adorn themselves with this stuff, right?
After paying the shopkeeper, Sathisis walked down to the river and gazed at his reflection.
“I still look fierce, right?” He said to himself, apparently, while readjusting the bone necklace and leg band to show off the trophies of his youth, alligator teeth him and a friend had acquired together. He gave a threatening hiss at the water, trying to convince himself that hiding behind pieces of leather didn’t make you weak.
“Of course I do. It’s not cowardly to use a weapon instead of claws, so why should it be to wear a few pieces of armor?”
Satisfied, Sathisis turned and walked back into the city, now flat broke, which somehow made him feel more at ease. Of course, he’d have more money when that scaleless one divided up the money evenly, which she would do, he’d see to that. He wasn’t sure what he’d do with that new share. He’d worry about it when he had it. For now, he just wanted to enjoy looking at this unusual place, so different from his homeland, and look forward to the next fight against those tiny little prey.
What was it with the scaleless ones and those gold coins, anyway? They were used to further the strength of the group, it only made sense they should be distributed evenly, yet twice now two of them had tried to cheat the rest of the group out of their share. While the first had apologized, he’d yet to confront the second, and his mind fumed even considering if he’d have to confront every scaleless creature he met about something he felt was a basic courtesy. Maybe those beyond the swamps truly do not have honor. From now on, he’d assume such and hopefully be proven wrong later.
“I should spend these coins before one of these scaleless tries to take them from me…” He said once again to the wind, earning him a stranger look than he normally got from someone passing by who overheard him. With a quick spin on the claws of his feet, he changes direction and heads to the armory.
The large lizardman, standing right in the middle of the shop, widens his eyes at the sight of all the strange and unusual outfits within. Completely oblivious to the distrustful gazes he is given by others coming into the shop, he looks over the suits of armor with a mix of disdain and curiosity. His tribe rarely wore armor, only the strongest warriors tended to wear any at all, and even then, it was usually a form of trophy from their slain foes then a suit truly designed to protect. Armor like this, all in one piece, he’d never even seen.
Cracking his large neck, he walked over to the now nervous shopkeeper and looked down at him. His eyes weren’t malevolent, and he tilted his head curiously at the shops owner, and then spoke.
“I would like to purchase one of those…”
A few hours later, Sathisis stood in the shop, completely still, frozen like an animal attempting to avoid notice. Only he was not trying to avoid notice…he was trying to figure out how to move in this inane garment. He’d never in his life worn such a ridiculously heavy trinket. His eyes shifted around the room awkwardly, terribly embarrassed, and despite his attempts to hide it, his extreme discomfort shined through his façade like a beam of sunlight in the dark canopy of his homeland. The shopkeeper and a few other patrons who had decided to watch this unusual spectacle could barely keep from laughing, and despite his humiliation, Sathisis knew if he was in their place he’d probably be laughing up a storm himself.
“I can’t wear all this! Take this part off…and this part. And that too.”
Before long, Sathisis wore what must have been only half of the original full studded leather suit, the armor only placed in the most comfortable places that did not restrict or hinder any movement. He still felt a bit silly, but since he had the symbol of his tribe painted on the left shoulder pad, it was at least tolerable. A small price for being a better warrior, or so he hoped. There had to be a reason the elder warriors of the Usath’Kyuss did adorn themselves with this stuff, right?
After paying the shopkeeper, Sathisis walked down to the river and gazed at his reflection.
“I still look fierce, right?” He said to himself, apparently, while readjusting the bone necklace and leg band to show off the trophies of his youth, alligator teeth him and a friend had acquired together. He gave a threatening hiss at the water, trying to convince himself that hiding behind pieces of leather didn’t make you weak.
“Of course I do. It’s not cowardly to use a weapon instead of claws, so why should it be to wear a few pieces of armor?”
Satisfied, Sathisis turned and walked back into the city, now flat broke, which somehow made him feel more at ease. Of course, he’d have more money when that scaleless one divided up the money evenly, which she would do, he’d see to that. He wasn’t sure what he’d do with that new share. He’d worry about it when he had it. For now, he just wanted to enjoy looking at this unusual place, so different from his homeland, and look forward to the next fight against those tiny little prey.
T'ahl
First Post
online session without DM
((In an online session without Emiricol present - we role played a little one sunday a few weeks ago - any and all actions are of course subject to DM approval))
[[Made up section for onboard post]]
It was a fine morning again in Tillech. T'ahl rose refreshed, washed and dressed and headed out to the little pub on the edge of market street once again. Sathisis, Leena, and himself had been meeting there for breakfast the past few days - perhaps because the food was fairly decent - perhaps because the pricing was so reasonable - or maybe just because the bustle of the little shops and stands during breakfast took their minds of the boredom of waiting for word from the foreman on when they would complete the next leg of their quest. The group all felt a little like outsiders in this town, Sathisis most of all of course, and perhaps that's why T'ahl was spending so much time with him and Leena. The market place was all abustle again this morning, as they sit and breakfasted in the small outdoor patio of the "hungry hipogriff". After breakfast they wandered the market a bit - looking at all the wares, weapons, and armour present - it was a greater selection than one would imagine - but of course with all the work proceeding on the tower, there were more faces and more pockets than usual in Tillech - and surely that brought out the best in the market.
[[[[[[ Online RP with Leena, Sathisis, and T'ahl present - no DM - from memory ]]]]]
Sathisis stopped a moment looking pensive, turned and looked directly at Leena with purposeful eyes and hissed "We need to talk". After a brief moment of quiet tension, Leena relaxed and with a big smile and responded "sure".
"I...... uhmm.... I'll just be over there checking out some of those daggers and pendants" I stammered, leaving the two alone for their talk. I knew exactly what was coming and smiled to myself, "good luck Sath" I whispered under my breath as I walked away. Of course, I thought to myself smiling anew, "if you can make a barbarian theif feel quilty for stealiing - maybe you can Leena to".
Listening intently from a short distance as I looked at the daggers, pendants, rings and wands I overheard a few high points that almost made me break out in laughter" Sathisis: "you spent it................. all!" a bit of edge to his voice. Leena:"well,.... pretty much... yeah". Sathisis: "does not T'ahl, and I, and Fenbrethill deserve their share..... that would be the proper thing to do........... you should not steal" Leena "I didn't steal it!! ....... T'ahl said he didn't want his share...... and neither you or Fen seemed to interested in money....... so yeah...... I spent it."Sathisis "No I don't care much for you money.......... but it is still wrong..... things should be fair...... it is for the good of your tribe you share.... the tribe grows stronger - not just one of it's members!" Leena "Well it's a little late now - why didn't you say something as soon as we got back - it's been days now" Sathisis "It should not have to be said ......... it should be understood.................... for the good of the tribe....... are we not....... well .......... a small tribe unto ourselves now!" Leena " Well sure ... next time ... no problem, all you had to do was ask!"
During their exchange voices actually raised a bit and several people stopped to look at them in their calm yet tense discussion. Taking advantage of this, T'ahl palmed a very nice pendant (hoping maybe to impress Leena) and a very nice silver chain large enough for Sathisis (his hope perhaps being to use them as a peace measure with the two - and well - just to keep his skills active).
((rolled a 26 on the pendant and a 24 on the chain - if Emiricol allows of course - lol - as he wasn't present))
returning to the other two, Sath still shaking his head but obviously givin up.......for now, I smiled "perhaps we should make a pact - that all things shall be shared equally within our group from now on......... and Sath - just so you know - I will still steal - it is my trade and my nature - but never from our group!" Sathisis smiles shaking his head, knowing that he's actually getting through to the young half-elf - but also knowing it will be a long time and much more discussion before he finds "the path". "Just know that I will not protect you if you get into trouble stealiing!" Realizing this is Sath's way of accepting my strange ways I smile "of course Sath - I wouldn't have it any other way"
[[[[ end of online session without DM ]]]]
[[[[ new board role play action below ]]]]
and with that I bring out my newly aquired spoils and present them to each in turn. "just my way of saying thanks - for saving my life in the goblin camp - been meaning to get around to it for days".
((nice amulet presented to Leena and silver chain presented to Sath - big enough to hold the bone necklace he now wears - which was T'ahl's thought - value of the pieces is completely unknown - although they looked quite nice on quick inpection - I figure Em will probably allow - but could make them worth a lot - or just cheap costume jewellery as he sees fit lol))
((P.S. this might be a good time to introduce Zildrax's friend - I don't know your race or background, or if your character knows Sathisis - figure out a good way for us to "cross paths" and post it here if you like - then we'll have a partial knowledge of you for in game next sunday))
((In an online session without Emiricol present - we role played a little one sunday a few weeks ago - any and all actions are of course subject to DM approval))
[[Made up section for onboard post]]
It was a fine morning again in Tillech. T'ahl rose refreshed, washed and dressed and headed out to the little pub on the edge of market street once again. Sathisis, Leena, and himself had been meeting there for breakfast the past few days - perhaps because the food was fairly decent - perhaps because the pricing was so reasonable - or maybe just because the bustle of the little shops and stands during breakfast took their minds of the boredom of waiting for word from the foreman on when they would complete the next leg of their quest. The group all felt a little like outsiders in this town, Sathisis most of all of course, and perhaps that's why T'ahl was spending so much time with him and Leena. The market place was all abustle again this morning, as they sit and breakfasted in the small outdoor patio of the "hungry hipogriff". After breakfast they wandered the market a bit - looking at all the wares, weapons, and armour present - it was a greater selection than one would imagine - but of course with all the work proceeding on the tower, there were more faces and more pockets than usual in Tillech - and surely that brought out the best in the market.
[[[[[[ Online RP with Leena, Sathisis, and T'ahl present - no DM - from memory ]]]]]
Sathisis stopped a moment looking pensive, turned and looked directly at Leena with purposeful eyes and hissed "We need to talk". After a brief moment of quiet tension, Leena relaxed and with a big smile and responded "sure".
"I...... uhmm.... I'll just be over there checking out some of those daggers and pendants" I stammered, leaving the two alone for their talk. I knew exactly what was coming and smiled to myself, "good luck Sath" I whispered under my breath as I walked away. Of course, I thought to myself smiling anew, "if you can make a barbarian theif feel quilty for stealiing - maybe you can Leena to".
Listening intently from a short distance as I looked at the daggers, pendants, rings and wands I overheard a few high points that almost made me break out in laughter" Sathisis: "you spent it................. all!" a bit of edge to his voice. Leena:"well,.... pretty much... yeah". Sathisis: "does not T'ahl, and I, and Fenbrethill deserve their share..... that would be the proper thing to do........... you should not steal" Leena "I didn't steal it!! ....... T'ahl said he didn't want his share...... and neither you or Fen seemed to interested in money....... so yeah...... I spent it."Sathisis "No I don't care much for you money.......... but it is still wrong..... things should be fair...... it is for the good of your tribe you share.... the tribe grows stronger - not just one of it's members!" Leena "Well it's a little late now - why didn't you say something as soon as we got back - it's been days now" Sathisis "It should not have to be said ......... it should be understood.................... for the good of the tribe....... are we not....... well .......... a small tribe unto ourselves now!" Leena " Well sure ... next time ... no problem, all you had to do was ask!"
During their exchange voices actually raised a bit and several people stopped to look at them in their calm yet tense discussion. Taking advantage of this, T'ahl palmed a very nice pendant (hoping maybe to impress Leena) and a very nice silver chain large enough for Sathisis (his hope perhaps being to use them as a peace measure with the two - and well - just to keep his skills active).
((rolled a 26 on the pendant and a 24 on the chain - if Emiricol allows of course - lol - as he wasn't present))
returning to the other two, Sath still shaking his head but obviously givin up.......for now, I smiled "perhaps we should make a pact - that all things shall be shared equally within our group from now on......... and Sath - just so you know - I will still steal - it is my trade and my nature - but never from our group!" Sathisis smiles shaking his head, knowing that he's actually getting through to the young half-elf - but also knowing it will be a long time and much more discussion before he finds "the path". "Just know that I will not protect you if you get into trouble stealiing!" Realizing this is Sath's way of accepting my strange ways I smile "of course Sath - I wouldn't have it any other way"
[[[[ end of online session without DM ]]]]
[[[[ new board role play action below ]]]]
and with that I bring out my newly aquired spoils and present them to each in turn. "just my way of saying thanks - for saving my life in the goblin camp - been meaning to get around to it for days".
((nice amulet presented to Leena and silver chain presented to Sath - big enough to hold the bone necklace he now wears - which was T'ahl's thought - value of the pieces is completely unknown - although they looked quite nice on quick inpection - I figure Em will probably allow - but could make them worth a lot - or just cheap costume jewellery as he sees fit lol))
((P.S. this might be a good time to introduce Zildrax's friend - I don't know your race or background, or if your character knows Sathisis - figure out a good way for us to "cross paths" and post it here if you like - then we'll have a partial knowledge of you for in game next sunday))
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(( Well, here goes! I read up a bit on the Gnomes in this setting and a couple other things. Guess I'll just jump in feet first and see what happens! ^_^ ))
The streets bustled with activity as people went about their business on such a fine morning. Few people paid any heed to the small form making her way down the street, trying to avoid getting trampled. She paused, looking around. A cart came rumbling down the alleyway behind her, and she jumped out of the way...or tried to. Stumbling backwards she tripped over a crate beside the building next to her, and fell backwards behind the box.
"Oh fiddle!" The small gnome picked herself up, dusting herself off. A small silver tabby cat jumped up on top of the crate she had just tripped over and poked it's nose towards her. She looked at the cat and scratched her behind the ears. "It's okay Okena. Just me being stumble-toes again!"
The cat jumped onto her shoulder, turned around so she was facing forward, and settled herself comfortably on the gnome's shoulder, purring softly. The girl looked around, stepping around the crate, and looked up and down the street. "This place is so big, I don't think I'll ever find my way around."
Glancing around she saw a group of 3 people standing nearby. She thought two of them might be at least part elf. But the third was a strange creature indeed. She stood biting her lip nervously for a moment. Then she appeared to steel her nerves and walked up to the group. She reached up and tugged on the young man's sleeve.
"Excuse me mister? Would you be able to tell me where I might buy a lantern?"
Large, inquisitive blue eyes looked up at him from a small tan face that appeared to be more accustomed to smiling and laughing then anything else. Curly, strawberry blond hair framed her face, tossled slightly from her recent stumble, while the silver tabby cat peered up at the stranger as though sizing him up to see if he would be any threat to her mistress.
The streets bustled with activity as people went about their business on such a fine morning. Few people paid any heed to the small form making her way down the street, trying to avoid getting trampled. She paused, looking around. A cart came rumbling down the alleyway behind her, and she jumped out of the way...or tried to. Stumbling backwards she tripped over a crate beside the building next to her, and fell backwards behind the box.
"Oh fiddle!" The small gnome picked herself up, dusting herself off. A small silver tabby cat jumped up on top of the crate she had just tripped over and poked it's nose towards her. She looked at the cat and scratched her behind the ears. "It's okay Okena. Just me being stumble-toes again!"
The cat jumped onto her shoulder, turned around so she was facing forward, and settled herself comfortably on the gnome's shoulder, purring softly. The girl looked around, stepping around the crate, and looked up and down the street. "This place is so big, I don't think I'll ever find my way around."
Glancing around she saw a group of 3 people standing nearby. She thought two of them might be at least part elf. But the third was a strange creature indeed. She stood biting her lip nervously for a moment. Then she appeared to steel her nerves and walked up to the group. She reached up and tugged on the young man's sleeve.
"Excuse me mister? Would you be able to tell me where I might buy a lantern?"
Large, inquisitive blue eyes looked up at him from a small tan face that appeared to be more accustomed to smiling and laughing then anything else. Curly, strawberry blond hair framed her face, tossled slightly from her recent stumble, while the silver tabby cat peered up at the stranger as though sizing him up to see if he would be any threat to her mistress.
T'ahl
First Post
Turning to great the stanger "Yeah right over...... oh there you are" he looks down to see a pretty little gnome girl with a silver tabby cat on her sholder. He paused, he'd always been partial to cats - his mother had several, and one, silvergrass, looked almost identical to this one. The cat stopped puring at his inspection of it - giving what seemed to T'ahl a stern look, as if to say "you'd better treat my mistress right!".
"Oh it's okay beautiful" reaching out a hand slowly - but friendly to pet the cat if it will allow. He pauses hand half out to look down into the big blue eyes of the gnome girl "May I??" he inquires before petting the cat, "she reminds me of one of my mothers - silvergrass - she always was my favorite."
"Oh it's okay beautiful" reaching out a hand slowly - but friendly to pet the cat if it will allow. He pauses hand half out to look down into the big blue eyes of the gnome girl "May I??" he inquires before petting the cat, "she reminds me of one of my mothers - silvergrass - she always was my favorite."
Emiricol
Registered User
((Tillich is really just a village, but the whole place is abuzz with construction. Building the village, building the castle/fort, and all the many merchants and laborers nearby who bring in food and raw materials each and every day. Though the construction plan is methodical, the actual building of it is not. Much of the construction may be nearing completion, but not yet.))
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