Silvi's cheery expression falters but only for a moment as she winces slightly at Trevor's version of singing. When there is a momentary break in the song she says to him, "Trevor, dear, you have such a, uh, unique voice. I have a pinch of magic that could bring it out even more clearly - though you would have to let me place it on you." Hopefully his hubris extended to the usual foible of big folk in underestimating gnomes, halflings, and other diminutive types.
The gnome woman puts one hand on her amulet on Desna and begins softly singing a lullaby, one unlike any you have heard before though. With one finger of the other hand she seems to draw a circle in the air around Trevor's face, and he feels his eyelids getting heavy. Once the circles is complete she draws her hand back for a second and then seems to tap its centre, after which it is lights out for the aristocratic warrior.
"There," she says with a big grin. "That should keep him occupied for a short while. And maybe when we wakes up he will even be passable! Now, where were we?"
Trevor, for his part, has fallen into a deep sleep and is having the most vivid dream: You find yourself in the personal studio of an eminent musical tutor and former opera singer of your home nation. The tutor, a man of advancing years, is taking you through your voice exercises in preparation for your big debut. He seems to have a great deal to say about how you might improve your performance. You do not, after all, want to disappoint such a distinguished audience. The dream cuts to a darkened stage. Suddenly the curtain rises and there is polite applause as you are revealed and step towards the front of the stage. Everyone you know (and wish you knew) is here. You clear your voice and launch into an epic rendition of Darius and the One-Eyed Blue. When the saga finally ends there is a thunderous applause and the crowd rises to its feet. You feel enormous elation as the scene fades away...
OOC:
Silvi uses Sweet Dream on Trevor, a focus spell that puts him to sleep and lasts for 10 minutes. She gives him a Dream of Glamour, and if he is woken after at least a minute has passed but before the duration ends he will have a +1 to Charisma based kill checks for the remainder of the duration. She will probably wake him after about five or six minutes, though she could leave him for the whole ten if we want to say that for roleplaying purposes he will remember his singing lessons for a while longer, .
Galahad waves off all attempts to get him to sing, he does smile a bit nervously at the attention though. He did find himself walking to the beat of the song, and was obviously enjoying listening to it.
She spoke up, somewhat annoyed when the teamsters chuckled, saying, "What is funny about it?"
Olf -- or was it Ulf? -- grinned. “It’s just that accommodations at Plaguestone are just as good as sleepin’ on the ground,” he said with a chuckle.
“Except they throw in the smell for free!” Ulf -- or was it Olf? -- added with a laugh.
“They like ta make folks feel welcome,” the Ulfen twins said together.
As the party started singing, Ulf and Olf added their rousing, loud baritones to the tune. They even added a few “new” verses with bawdy lyrics. From the front of the caravan, Bort, the dwarven owner of the caravan, adds his own voice to the chorus, and a dwarven verse, which seems to be mostly something like “Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold.” Glunda, the gnome teamster, pipes in as well. Only Tamli, the half-orc second in command, remains silent.
Cooky rooted around in the back, not singing either. The old elf proved hard of hearing anyway. He shambled to the back of the wagon beside Lavina. “Watch your toes,” he warned. Attached to the back of the wagon was a large iron pan filled with coals. Cooky started to bank the coals. Since they would be in town that night, he didn’t need to cook for the caravan.
“Up ahead is Plaguestone,” Bort shouted from the front of the wagon. No sooner does the call fade from his lips than it is overshadowed by a series of long, mournful howls emanating from the woods to either side of the caravan. Moments later, the party hears cries of panic as a pack of mangy wolves descends from the forest with teeth bared!
Hiromi watched as everyone scrambled to the defence. It was only when everyone else was ready that she realised that it was her job as well to defend the caravan.
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