Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
OOC: I'm up for finding a new DM because I really like our characters and tie-ins, but it does not bode well that we've now lost our lead player and referee.
[Pathfinder] mazzoli's Kingmaker IC
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Kaodi
Legend
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Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
OOC: I waited this long, and I am willing to wait longer.
Kaodi
Legend
Pixie goes to take a step towards the stable, but suddenly she is falling forward. She catches herself, stumbling only a little. It feels though as if a great amount of time had passed, whereas it has been merely a moment. Whoa, that feels so weird. Thinkin' I need a rest more than my body was letting on... She shakes her head, trying to clear the momentary haze, and continues on. Girl or not, these folks were probably not going to let her sleep with them on the beds, so she might as well find some hay to curl up on.
OOC: Bump,
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OOC: Bump,
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SelcSilverhand
First Post
Conversation shifts from slaying bandits to another of the Prince's favorite topics: feasting! He calls after Svetlana as she heads inside to prepare the meal. "A fine idea indeed! I prefer roast suckling pig or perhaps a fattened goose. Also some red wine would go well with the meal." Beaming he turns to his companions. "Well then, while our welcoming feast is being prepared we can see to our quarters and mounts. Tonight we will fill our bellies with fine food and the ears of these simple folk with tales of our adventures! On the morrow they will see us rout these ruffians once and for all." He turns his warhorse Palerier towards the stables so that he can find someone to tend to the animal while the other unpack and see to their sleeping arrangements.
Scotley
Hero
New Beginnings
Soon pleasant smells are coming from the firepit. The stables are in fairly good repair and there is one somewhat jittery horse there. Oleg says "2 silver pieces to stable a horse and for that I'll feed him and give him a rubdown. Beds in the bunk house are 5 silver and you'll get breakfast and dinner as well."
The meal when it comes is indeed pork, though perhaps a bit older than requested. The stew is well prepared and the meat tender and succulent. It is elevated by the freshness of the vegetables and a handful of wild morels no doubt gathered in the nearby Greenwood. The more well trained palates among you recognize the wine as last years 'new wine', but it seems to be holding up reasonably well. Fresh bread is served as well. Svetlana engages in conversation while Oleg seems to find his plate more interesting than the group. He isn't rude, but has little to say. It is clear from the glances he makes as Svetlana that she is the most important thing in his life. He does lighten up a bit after a couple glasses of wine and trencher of stew.
For desert she brings out a loaf of 'horse bread' baked with dried apples, oats and walnuts. She serves it with honey and cream. "Oleg wrestled a bear for this honey my lords," she says with smile at him. He demurs, "I didn't exactly wrestle the bear, we came to an equitable arrangement. I got first pick of the honey while he got the lion's share and the seat of my second best pair of breaches. Fortunately, they were a bit loose on me."
Finally, as the meal winds down Svetlana asks, "What more can we tell you?"
Soon pleasant smells are coming from the firepit. The stables are in fairly good repair and there is one somewhat jittery horse there. Oleg says "2 silver pieces to stable a horse and for that I'll feed him and give him a rubdown. Beds in the bunk house are 5 silver and you'll get breakfast and dinner as well."
The meal when it comes is indeed pork, though perhaps a bit older than requested. The stew is well prepared and the meat tender and succulent. It is elevated by the freshness of the vegetables and a handful of wild morels no doubt gathered in the nearby Greenwood. The more well trained palates among you recognize the wine as last years 'new wine', but it seems to be holding up reasonably well. Fresh bread is served as well. Svetlana engages in conversation while Oleg seems to find his plate more interesting than the group. He isn't rude, but has little to say. It is clear from the glances he makes as Svetlana that she is the most important thing in his life. He does lighten up a bit after a couple glasses of wine and trencher of stew.
For desert she brings out a loaf of 'horse bread' baked with dried apples, oats and walnuts. She serves it with honey and cream. "Oleg wrestled a bear for this honey my lords," she says with smile at him. He demurs, "I didn't exactly wrestle the bear, we came to an equitable arrangement. I got first pick of the honey while he got the lion's share and the seat of my second best pair of breaches. Fortunately, they were a bit loose on me."
Finally, as the meal winds down Svetlana asks, "What more can we tell you?"
Kaodi
Legend
Pixie slowly approaches the horse, putting one hand forward to coax it towards her. She can tell that he is nervous, her years alone in her family's cabin having given her some ability understand the feelings of animals. But the young woman can be patient with an animals in a way that is very difficult with people. "They just leave you alone in here without any friends, eh?" she asks in her most soothing voice. The horse slowly moves towards her until her hand touches his forehead. She rubs him gently and says, "Yeah, I know the feeling..."
After spending some time talking to the horse Pixie goes to look in the other stalls for a place she can fix up nicely for her bedroll and gets ready for sleep. The smell of the cooked food comes from outside did not make it easier. But she was not particularly interested in making merry with these folks, even if she would be spending the next few months at least with them. Best not to give the Leveton's that good a look at her anyway.
Wild Empathy: 1d20+1=18
After spending some time talking to the horse Pixie goes to look in the other stalls for a place she can fix up nicely for her bedroll and gets ready for sleep. The smell of the cooked food comes from outside did not make it easier. But she was not particularly interested in making merry with these folks, even if she would be spending the next few months at least with them. Best not to give the Leveton's that good a look at her anyway.
Wild Empathy: 1d20+1=18
