TURTLEDOME!: Battle Bone (DM: KenHood, Judge: Lord S.)

[Reklaw]

[sblock=OOC]Hilarious wiki entry for Tonk, love the new character. Can't wait to see him interact with Blade! Any idea how close to level 2 we all are now? At the end of the adventure of course. Have been looking at druid's now... I know, Clerics, Rogues, Bards, and now Druids, I'm horrible at making up my mind... Just have to figure out a way to make my druid capable of healing[/sblock]

Drivan nods, he has already agreed to the price. He looks around at his fellow adventurer's with a raised eyebrow.

 

[weldon]

Hey, Markup. That box of cigars will do wonders for your garden. You might try shredding them around the tomato plants. Works wonders, I tell ya.

Bluff Check (1d20+1=15)

Well, I can't speak for everyone else, but I don't think I've ever seen 1000gp in one place before. Is everyone in Daunton just made of money? I mean, what do you people do with it all?

Oh and hey, Drivan. Your eyebrow is doin something funny.

Finnian goes off mumbling to himself about life in the village and how things were so much simpler and why did he have to leave anyways...

Hey that reminds me, Mr. Swellart. I just arrived in Daunton a couple days ago. I was actually looking for somebody, you see. Maybe since you're an adventurer and all, maybe you've heard of him. I don't mean to be a bother, and seeing as we're from such a small place, maybe you've never have heard of it, or my family. Anyways, the name was Carlo. He was a friend of my... uh... my father, Kiernan. They was adventurers too, in their day. Anyways, Carlo was headed to Daunton about 2 months back.

Actually, I have something else...

Finnian produces a folded paper from a leather packet slipped inside his shirt.

I don't read so good, but I've been told this has my father's name on it. Maybe you can take a look?

Finnian holds the paper out for Swillwort to see, clearly reluctant to actually let it out of his hands, but eager to see if the old wizard knows anything about his past.

[sblock=OOC]Not trying to derail the flow here, but I thought I'd try to work some backstory in as we're waiting for others to post.

Finnian is ready to accept any amount of money for the rats. He'll go along with Drivan in a heartbeat.[/sblock]

 

[KenHood]

Hey, Markup. That box of cigars will do wonders for your garden. You might try shredding them around the tomato plants. Works wonders, I tell ya.

Swillwort chokes on his brandy.

Marco's jaw drops. He moves the box of cigars away from Finnian.

Is everyone in Daunton just made of money? I mean, what do you people do with it all?

Swillwort blinks several times. "Uhm... I beg your par-"

Hey that reminds me, Mr. Swellart. I just arrived in Daunton a couple days ago. I was actually looking for somebody, you see.... Anyways, Carlo was headed to Daunton about 2 months back.

Swillwort blinks several more times. With an incredulous expression, he looks to the other party members.

Marco continues to slide the cigars to a safer position.

"Did I fail to mention that I've been in a vegetative state for two yea--," Swillwort tries to say.

Actually, I have something else.... Maybe you can take a look?

A second mage hand appears, accepting the paper from Finnian. Swillwort studies it for a moment. "I am sorry, my boy, but I cannot provide assistance in this matter."

 

[KenHood]

Experience Points

Here's what I have for experience totals...

• Negotiation Skill Challenge: 200 XP
• Cousin Eustace: 500 XP
• Origami Rats: 825 XP

This makes a total of 1525 XP for the party, 305 XP per player.

For time, we started April 7, 2009.

• April 7 to May 7 -- 83 XP per player
• May 7 to June 7 -- 83 XP per player

This makes a total of 166 per player.

The grand total for adventuring and time is 471 XP per player.

We still have two major XP events: 'trash talk' and the fight with the Legion of Bone. At the end of the game, there will be additional XP awards for role-playing.

 

[weldon]

"Did I fail to mention that I've been in a vegetative state for two yea--," Swillwort tries to say.

Right, right. Sure, you wouldn't know about Carlo coming back to Daunton. My father, well see, he died before I was born. That'd be 17-18 years ago. He was an adventurer, well, 20 odd years before now I guess.

A second mage hand appears, accepting the paper from Finnian. Swillwort studies it for a moment. "I am sorry, my boy, but I cannot provide assistance in this matter."

Well, thanks for looking at it. Someone told me this was the paper where they recorded my father and mother being married. A priest comes through every year and makes notes and takes 'em all back to Daunton. Carlo found this paper, and that's how he found me.

Finnian carefully folds the paper up and places it inside the leather packet that is then carefully packed away.

The half-elf turns to his companions and asks, Do we have any plans for the night? Our fight at the Tortoise Doom is in two days from now, right?

Finnian plops down in a chair and pulls one of the end tables around to put his feet up.

Hey! That rhymed, didn't it. "fight" "night". Ha! I'm a poet and I didn't know it! In any case, maybe we can go check in with the book guy and see what we need to do to promote his shop and then try to get the scoop on the Boon Legion tomorrow before we go up against 'em.

 

[KenHood]

As Finnian places his feet on the furniture, Swillwort starts to speak. "Er...begging your pard-"

Just then, huffing from exertion, Annie walks into room, holding a small chest under one arm and a long wand in one hand. Seeing Finnian's feet on the table, she shrieks. "Eeeeeeeeeeeek! Oh, you horrible thing! Feet off! Feet off!" She swats Finnian's feet with the wand. Placing the chest on the table, she gives Finnian a nasty look. "Do you have any idea how much work I put into polishing these tables? Shame on you!" She whips a rag from her apron and sets to cleaning, with the occassional pause to cluck at Finnian.

In any case, maybe we can go check in with the book guy and see what we need to do to promote his shop...

Marco moans and rubs his forehead, hard. "I'm the 'book guy'. And it's not a book shop, it's a writing supplies shop. And... and... Oh, why do I try?"

 

[weldon]

Oh, I... sorry 'bout that. So sorry, ma'am.

Finnian is visibly out of sorts, having been discomfited in his plans to relax.

Marco moans and rubs his forehead, hard. "I'm the 'book guy'. And it's not a book shop, it's a writing supplies shop. And... and... Oh, why do I try?"

Ah, yes. There you are Marcelle. Forgot you were still with us. And what do you mean it's not a book shop? Where else does one find writing? It's all in books, right? Sheesh.

Finnian looks over and catches the tail end of a nasty glare from Annie.

I, uh... I, uh, better go check on Erlai.

Finnian hurries out the door to make sure the hawk knows that he's still inside the house and that everything is alright, but mostly to get away from these strange people that carry thousands of gold pieces around in little wooden boxes as if it's nothing and don't have any proper furniture, and "polish" the tables where you put your feet up and smoke compost made from banana leaves and manure, and use magic to grab papers out of your hands, and... well, and have strange paper rats in their heads that pull you in through the ear, and well, it's just too much to think about.

After a few minutes, Finnian returns to the room with the others, but this time he stays standing along the edge of the room, peering over to see what Vaunea is doing with the writing instruments.

 

[KenHood]

[sblock=weldon] LOL! [/sblock]

 

[Reklaw]

Drivan grimaces as Finnian not only succeeds in sticking his foot in his mouth but so successfully that he probably knocks out a few teeth in the process.

"Marco, Obadiah... and Annie" Drivan says the housekeeper's name with a very slight wink, you can't tell if it was just a blink or if he really did wink at her... He's a wizard; they're only interested in books so he probably didn't...

"I'd like to apologize, our companion doesn't mean to be rude, and sometimes he just lets his mouth get a little ahead of his mind." With this last statement he grins quickly at Finnian. "But he does have the best of intentions."

Drivan pauses, taking a long appreciative puff on his cigar. He then turns towards Finnian...

"To answer your earlier question Finnian, I think we should decide what we're going to do after we finish here."

[sblock=Diplomacy]Whoops, forgot I rolled for this. 24[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC]lol, love your dialogue Weldon. Great responses Ken![/sblock]

 

[KenHood]

"To answer your earlier question Finnian, I think we should decide what we're going to do after we finish here."

"See, Annie? When I was an adventurer, I used to do the same thing. Start a conversation. Ask a multitude of questions. Ignore the answers. Get an offer for wealth. Skip over it, and plan for tomorrow. All the time."

"I remember you telling me that, sir. I thought you were exaggerating."

"No. I never realized at the time how much it annoyed the people to whom I spoke. Odd how the wheel turns, isn't it?"

"If you say so, sir."

"I'd better interject, otherwise they'll lose track of the conversation altogether."

*Ahem.*

"Lady and gentlemen, may I remind you that the issue on the table--involving the moderately large box of shiny and valuable gold coins--is whether or not you will accept said box in return for the three paper rats that you have captured."