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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
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Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
A Dark and Stormy Night
"No, once everyone moved out there was no reason to. The Inn does enough business to provide us with a good life, and keeps us more than busy enough -- Dorothea and I don't have either the time or the inclination to take up another trade at this point in our lives."
About this time, Exter Shury (one of the red headed glass traders) complains that he's feeling a little under the weather, and retires. His brother looks on worriedly as Exter makes his way up the stairs. Eadon also heads up to bed. "My new master will wish to leave early tomorrow, so I'd better get my beauty sleep!"
At this point, all of the PCs are still in the common room, along with Ditmore Shury and Marten L'Gentsia (both now deep in their cups) and Josiah Two-Coins. Josiah and Ditmore are in a spirited debate regarding which of two obscure ales is the better tasting, and Marten is talking to anyone who'll listen (which at the moment includes a chair and a wall) about his birds and the songs they sing.
"No, once everyone moved out there was no reason to. The Inn does enough business to provide us with a good life, and keeps us more than busy enough -- Dorothea and I don't have either the time or the inclination to take up another trade at this point in our lives."
About this time, Exter Shury (one of the red headed glass traders) complains that he's feeling a little under the weather, and retires. His brother looks on worriedly as Exter makes his way up the stairs. Eadon also heads up to bed. "My new master will wish to leave early tomorrow, so I'd better get my beauty sleep!"
At this point, all of the PCs are still in the common room, along with Ditmore Shury and Marten L'Gentsia (both now deep in their cups) and Josiah Two-Coins. Josiah and Ditmore are in a spirited debate regarding which of two obscure ales is the better tasting, and Marten is talking to anyone who'll listen (which at the moment includes a chair and a wall) about his birds and the songs they sing.
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Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
A Dark and Stormy Night
Marten and Ditmore are eventually carried upstairs by Abel -- they've had way too much to drink. Josiah is still sitting at his table, conscious but apparantly unaware of the fact that his conversation partner is no longer present.
OOC: At this point, the rest of your characters can converse amongst yourselves to get to know each other better, or go to bed yourselves, or whatever other actions you deem to be in character.
Marten and Ditmore are eventually carried upstairs by Abel -- they've had way too much to drink. Josiah is still sitting at his table, conscious but apparantly unaware of the fact that his conversation partner is no longer present.
OOC: At this point, the rest of your characters can converse amongst yourselves to get to know each other better, or go to bed yourselves, or whatever other actions you deem to be in character.
Daesaigh
Given his particular past as a tree farmer daesaigh decides to rise early on the morrow to slip out to the trees. With my knowledge of trees I might be able to figure out what is wrong. If not, oh well, but I must admit, I am more than interested in this anomaly myself.
Daesaigh finishes off his ale and bids Eadon and Baer good evening.
The pleasure was mine gentlemen, though I must be getting off to bed. I have traveled far and long, only to be trapped by this storm (and those guards on the borders). I fear that I would be a better guest if I were to get some sleep, than to bore you with my knowledge of herbology. For I am a tree farmer and I shall go and have a look at them tomorrow.
He then gets up and makes his way to the room that Mrs. Weeks had designated for him, tossing a nod to Gavril and the little gray man.
Given his particular past as a tree farmer daesaigh decides to rise early on the morrow to slip out to the trees. With my knowledge of trees I might be able to figure out what is wrong. If not, oh well, but I must admit, I am more than interested in this anomaly myself.
Daesaigh finishes off his ale and bids Eadon and Baer good evening.
The pleasure was mine gentlemen, though I must be getting off to bed. I have traveled far and long, only to be trapped by this storm (and those guards on the borders). I fear that I would be a better guest if I were to get some sleep, than to bore you with my knowledge of herbology. For I am a tree farmer and I shall go and have a look at them tomorrow.
He then gets up and makes his way to the room that Mrs. Weeks had designated for him, tossing a nod to Gavril and the little gray man.
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Athelstan giggles
Turning to watch the man excuse himself, Athelstan ponders over the mystery of the trees.
I'm beginning to grow curiouser and curiouser about these trees. Perhaps I'll take a little walk over to one of them and see what I can see. If nothing else, a few samples of the bark, branch, root, and leaf could be taken to an herbalist I know... see what she could make of them... perhaps help these people restore their groves. On the other hand, perhaps some kind of concotion could be made with the right additions. But what would it do? A spell which gives others the inability to reproduce? Hah... how useless that would be. Other than a contraceptive for the unfaithful locals, that is.
Probably due to the excess of wine he's consumed, Athelstan gives himself the giggles over this and covers his mouth discreetly and coughs into his palm... trying to remain cool and collected. Luckily the approaching thunder covers his stiffled laughing and he feels, at least, that no one has noticed.
Turning to watch the man excuse himself, Athelstan ponders over the mystery of the trees.
I'm beginning to grow curiouser and curiouser about these trees. Perhaps I'll take a little walk over to one of them and see what I can see. If nothing else, a few samples of the bark, branch, root, and leaf could be taken to an herbalist I know... see what she could make of them... perhaps help these people restore their groves. On the other hand, perhaps some kind of concotion could be made with the right additions. But what would it do? A spell which gives others the inability to reproduce? Hah... how useless that would be. Other than a contraceptive for the unfaithful locals, that is.
Probably due to the excess of wine he's consumed, Athelstan gives himself the giggles over this and covers his mouth discreetly and coughs into his palm... trying to remain cool and collected. Luckily the approaching thunder covers his stiffled laughing and he feels, at least, that no one has noticed.
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Daesaigh
As Daesaigh lies awake upon his rented matress thoughts of his recent actions spiral through his head. I wonder if the whole of this country are as hospitible as the patrions of this inn? Was their old king as kind a man as his former legions? Will this new queen be the answer to their long needed progress toward a better life. Has my fear of my own reflection condemed me to a life of solitude or is there a chance at a new life here?
As Daesaigh lies awake upon his rented matress thoughts of his recent actions spiral through his head. I wonder if the whole of this country are as hospitible as the patrions of this inn? Was their old king as kind a man as his former legions? Will this new queen be the answer to their long needed progress toward a better life. Has my fear of my own reflection condemed me to a life of solitude or is there a chance at a new life here?
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
A Dark and Stormy Night
OOC: It seems like things are wrapping up for the evening in the common room, so I'll give everyone until after lunch to post the rest of their characters' actions before retiring for the night. Sometime after lunch today I'll move on with the story.
OOC: It seems like things are wrapping up for the evening in the common room, so I'll give everyone until after lunch to post the rest of their characters' actions before retiring for the night. Sometime after lunch today I'll move on with the story.
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Cerallos retiring
Cerallos finishes off the last of his drink and nods to Athelstan, "I'm afraid my bed is calling to me as well, good night all."
With that Cerallos heads up stairs, I wonder if this bunch is as a talkative and socialable group in the morning as it is at night.[/COLOR]
Cerallos finishes off the last of his drink and nods to Athelstan, "I'm afraid my bed is calling to me as well, good night all."
With that Cerallos heads up stairs, I wonder if this bunch is as a talkative and socialable group in the morning as it is at night.[/COLOR]
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