Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Trouvere]

"Is that whit forest gnome leddies leuk like?" Gildrim asks Erf in a carrying whisper, taking in the green skin.

"Hem. Weel, nae exactly, mem," the dwarf answers the woman aloud. "But we are acquentences ay Sister Anemone frae th' village ower thaur" - he gestures westwards - "wha's high in th' favour ay Galatea frae whit Ah ken."

 

[Halford]

[sblock=K. Nature 23] Erf knows Nixies apparently! Erf's Knowledge Nature. (1d20+8=23) [/sblock]

"Wow, your a Nixie! I'd always heard they were beautiful! They charm people, and you must've charmed me because I've never seen a creature more glorious! Is there anything we can do fer ye fair lady? Perhaps some way we can honor the Goddess or such?"

The little green gnome's eyes shine and a goofy grim has spread across his face, as he speaks to the Nixie his left foot traces awkward little circles beneath him. Fenenn moves over to the Nixie his tail wagging and proffers the back of his ear for scratching.

Suddenly Erf looks stricken,

"Oh how rude of me! Let me introduce meself! I'm Erf, 'n these are me stalwart companions Gildrim, Ter-raen and Fenenn, at your service me Lady!"

 

[serow]

"Yup, me Ter-raen," replies Ter-raen matter-of-factly. He looks at Erf for a moment, before continuing, "No, we not working for lady. We looking for urn upstairs. You saw it?"

 

[covaithe]

"Hem. Weel, nae exactly, mem," the dwarf answers the woman aloud. "But we are acquentences ay Sister Anemone frae th' village ower thaur" - he gestures westwards - "wha's high in th' favour ay Galatea frae whit Ah ken."

"Ah, Galatea is what you call her? I did not know the word in this language. Such a pretty name. Please, tell me more about this Sister Anemone. Did she send you to visit this shrine of... of Galatea?"

[sblock=Gildrim]Her interest seems genuine, and as she catches your eye, you feel a brief sense of vertigo, but it passes quickly

ooc: Will save, 20 succeeds[/sblock]

"Wow, your a Nixie! I'd always heard they were beautiful! They charm people, and you must've charmed me because I've never seen a creature more glorious! Is there anything we can do fer ye fair lady? Perhaps some way we can honor the Goddess or such?"

The little green gnome's eyes shine and a goofy grim has spread across his face, as he speaks to the Nixie his left foot traces awkward little circles beneath him. Fenenn moves over to the Nixie his tail wagging and proffers the back of his ear for scratching.

Suddenly Erf looks stricken,

"Oh how rude of me! Let me introduce meself! I'm Erf, 'n these are me stalwart companions Gildrim, Ter-raen and Fenenn, at your service me Lady!"

Her eyes dance in amusement as she reaches up to scratch Fenenn's ear. "Hello, Erf. It's so nice to meet someone who knows how to compliment a lady properly. I'm Kshatrya. I'm so happy that you want to honor the goddess. Perhaps if you and your friends will stay a while, we can find an appropriate way to honor the goddess together. Perhaps if we are lucky, she will speak to us."

"Yup, me Ter-raen," replies Ter-raen matter-of-factly. He looks at Erf for a moment, before continuing, "No, we not working for lady. We looking for urn upstairs. You saw it?"

"An urn? No, I'm afraid I don't know anything about it. I don't go into the house much. Everything I need is right here. I have food, clean water to drink and to swim in, and my service to the goddess to pass the time. Please, won't you sit and have some fruit with me?"

 

[Trouvere]

"Weel noo, thaur's charmin' an' than thaur's charmin'. Th' lest thing onybody wants tae see is a hairy auld dwarf like Gildrim blushin' an' stammerin' and prancin' aboot like this wee gnomish fellae. Sae let's haur nae mair wird aboot charmin'."

Gildrim sheathes his sword and takes a step back.

"Thaur. Nae mair standin' wi' swuirds drawn. Ye hae nae need tae worry aboot us. We haed a wee spot ay bother wi' some mony-legged craiturs that socht tae eat us, an' afair that wi' twa fousome undead'uns. Ye can unnerstaund why we micht keep oor wappens in hand wi' nae ill-intent meant."

 

[serow]

"An urn? No, I'm afraid I don't know anything about it. I don't go into the house much. Everything I need is right here. I have food, clean water to drink and to swim in, and my service to the goddess to pass the time. Please, won't you sit and have some fruit with me?"

"Eh..." Ter-raen pauses a moment to consider the lady's offer. Thinking about it, he would like to get a drink. But house of bad omen... "Is alright. Ter-raen go back house get urn. Quick get, quick go. House of bad omen, Ter-raen still not like it."

 

[covaithe]

"Is alright. Ter-raen go back house get urn. Quick get, quick go. House of bad omen, Ter-raen still not like it."

"Yes, of course, in just a little while. But first, why not sit and enjoy the goddess' bounty for a minute? I'd really like to have some company. I won't keep you long," she implores Ter-raen earnestly.

[sblock=Ter-raen]Her request seems quite reasonable. In fact, you're not sure why you ever questioned it. She's really quite nice and friendly. If only everyone you met on your travels could be as nice and helpful as Kshatrya, things would be a lot easier.

ooc: Will save 9 fails. Ter-raen is affected by the charm person spell.[/sblock]

 

[Halford]

"The least we can do is stay fer a bitte bit! Though mind ye I'm pretty sure the lovely lady has me charmed in the magical sense I'm certainly not mindin' it! Anywho the fey are great friends of nature, as am I, so ye know mutual friend!"

 

[serow]

"Yes, of course, in just a little while. But first, why not sit and enjoy the goddess' bounty for a minute? I'd really like to have some company. I won't keep you long," she implores Ter-raen earnestly.

"Hmm, you right, little drink won't hurt. Ter-raen feeling thirsty too. Too many bugs in the house. What you have to drink? Come, we sit and drink together. But only for a while, Ter-raen still don't like this house." He pauses a moment, worried that he might have offended the pretty young thing. "Eh, sorry, that house."

 

[Trouvere]

"Richt, richt, a wee picnic," says Gildrim. "Weel, whit coud be mair pleisant. We should all be so lucky. I know who would hate to miss it. You two run right now and fetch Apikotoa, while Ah blether aboot Sister Anemone, an' th' Goddess ay Watter, an' th' Urn, an' puir young Cyian, an' th' standin' stane, an' news frae Cragger's Rest, an' th' lizardfowk."

For a moment, Gildrim speaks in good Common without a trace of his Dwarven accent, then as he lists his proposed topics of conversation, his voice takes on a droning chanting quality.

[sblock=OOC]Gildrim attempts to fascinate the nixie for 6 seconds, 1d20+2=15[/sblock]