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Post by Bunny Commando on Mar 16, 2021 14:50:27 GMT -8
Henry - HP: 20\20 - Conditions: Sad - Active Effects: None
Henry's civilian attire is quite simple - earthy colours, just his usual clothes without the armour and the weapons; he dresses like a peasant and looks like a peasant, only the ring on his right hand telling a different story and marking him as a squire of the Solamnic Knights. Sleep, food, wounds tended greatly improved his morale even though is decidedly less chipper than just a day ago.
When he sees his new acquaintances - Benyt, Caelin, Zakkoth - he moves towards them and waves his hand "Pleased to see you again! How have you been?" smiling a bit, looking around "I'm quite happy that you have the chance to experience our hospitality. Mind if I join you? Have to be honest, I don't know anyone here and I'm terribly shy." a small chuckle, most probably joking - even though even his jokes seems now a little subdued.
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Post by Daos on Mar 17, 2021 13:46:45 GMT -8
"Of course!" Joran quickly begins wrapping up Eliana's order as she picks and chooses which deserts she wants specifically.
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Post by Matt4 on Mar 17, 2021 17:39:46 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes " Oh, Lady Eliana you're so kind, thank you!!" - Chantilly chirped cheerfully before focusing on the sweets in front of her. Another tough choice, oh dear." I think I'll get th- No, maybe that one is better, or..maybe.." - she kept interrupting herself for a few seconds before her eyes finally stopped on a pink cupcake with a few berries on top. - " I want that one..please, sir!" - then she pointed at another pastry, this one was a yellow cupcake glazed with honey - " Lady Eliana, I think you would like that one..It suits you." Chantilly also listened with interest, as Eliana and the boy at the stand talked. Even if she already heard about the blonde woman banishing the dragon, she was yet again in awe as the thought of that scene played out in her mind. She wondered if she would have been able to learn some powerful spells in the future, that way maybe she could have helped the people back at her village. When the conversation seemed to have dried out, she addressed the other woman once again: " Lady Eliana, could I ask you something? Your magic, were..Were you born with it or did you study with the Order?"
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 17, 2021 19:21:27 GMT -8
Eliana pays for the pastries, including the one that Chantilly picked out. "If you get the time, come join me in a dance later," Eliana says playfully to Joran before she steps away with the half-kender. "My magic?" she asks. She pauses for a moment as she looks down at the sweets she just bought. How was she supposed to explain this? She delicately takes a bite of the cupcake she just bought of herself, so she would have time to think over her answer as she chewed.
"Well," she finally says. "Magic is still a little new to me honestly," she admits thoughtfully. "My father is a white robe with the tower, so I spent a lot of time studying under him. I know the basics of studying magic due to his teachings, but it never really worked that way for me. I'm not sure if I was born with it, but I've never needed to study to cast my spells. When I need it, it is just there. Does that mean I was born with it?" she asks. She knows that Chantilly probably won't know the answer to that question, so she shrugs a little at her own rhetorical question. "Aside from saving this town, my reason for leaving home is to find the answers as to why I can cast magic the way I do, and why, as I grow in power, I get a fresh batch of these." She pulls back her blonde hair from her eyes to reveal a patch of shiny blue dragon scales around one of her eyes before letting her hair fall back over her eye.
"Why do you ask?" she asks curiously as she motions for Chantilly to walk with her as she seeks out the others.
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Post by Matt4 on Mar 18, 2021 19:26:50 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes Chantilly followed along as Eliana started walking, while listening intently to what the woman was saying. She nibbled the fruits' pieces, savoring the sugary flavour of the creamy bits. The young half-kender was grateful for that sweet sensation that filled her mouth, especially since her heart was instead growing sadder as Eliana narrated about her studies with her father. Maybe one day I'll be able to relive a similar memory.Her mood suddenly shifted when she saw the scales around Eliana's eyes, her own eyes brimming with curiosity as the golden locks returned in place covering once again the blue plates. " Hmm, you see..." - she started answering at Eliana's question, sucking on the sugar that remained on her fingertips - " I have memories from since I was little of my mother studying magic. She was really passionate about it and there was no day she passed without studying for the Test." She remembered it well, she came across her mother sleeping with her face stuck on the pages of the book that was now in her possesion multiple times. She remembered the weirded out looks the others glanced at her mom, who was showing a determination and a focus which were alien to a decent enough kender. " But she couldn't find anyone who was willing to be her tutor, and the Order did nothing to help her... I mean, she is a kender, so..." - she left the following words pending, like it was something so obvious, and sort of painful, there was no need to say them out loud. " Eventually, she figured it out she could use her time better, but still..." - Chantilly paused, turning her face up to look into Eliana's eyes as up until now she faced in front of her, at her empty hands where the cupcake was before - " Even if she never told me, I just know that all that interest for magic was passed to her by my father. There wasn't anyone else at the village that could have." - her hand instinctively reached to the book that never left her side since her mother gifted to her, the object that represented a connection to her father - " So, maybe, understanding magic better will make me find out something more about who he is. And where I can find him." And when I'll find him, I'll have something to show him. And he'll be proud of me.Chantilly figured it out that she was hogging the conversation, she smiled warmly at Eliana, a hint of embarrassment in her voice: " Sorry, people always says I talk too much..! Just out of curiosity, do those.." and pointed at where the scales were before being covered by the woman hair - " hurt? And did your father have any idea on what may have caused them?"
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 18, 2021 23:43:26 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TakhisisARMOR CLASS: 14 | HIT POINTS: 24 | CURRENT: 24 | HIT DIE: 3d8 | CURRENT: 3d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 15 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 17 | INSPIRATION: 1 Listening quietly to his companions, Caelin's attention was stolen by Markguth's sister and her children, despite the horrors they had endured over the course of the raid, she still doted on them, ensuring they were fed, and cared for, and happy. He smiled wistfully, standing up he placed a hand on Henry's shoulder, his eyes never really leaving the family sitting a dozen or so yards from the group. "Grabbing a tankard, I'll be right back, yeah?"He walked a circuitous route to the family, stopping by a vendor selling colorful pinwheels of all things, he plucked out two of the more garishly colored ones, bright reds, vibrant yellow, and a bold blue. Dropping a few coins in the vendor's hand, he walked towards the children and their uncle. As he approached, he realized how foolish he must look, these were strangers, they wouldn't accept a kindness from him, he made to turn and leave until he saw a small hand point towards the now spinning wheels. A slight upturn of his lips, a genuine smile broke through his scowl, if but for a moment. He knelt down towards, handing the pin wheels over to the children, looking up at their mother, and the dour face of their uncle. "I, uhh," he moved towards the mother, now that the children were chasing one another their pinwheels spinning so fast as to become a multicolored blur. "I, uhh, sorry. Didn't mean to presume." He shrugged awkwardly, "didn't know what they lost in the fire, figured they're kids, easily distracted at least, yeah?"
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 19, 2021 3:50:59 GMT -8
Zakkoth sighed internly. Well this human female was also not for him. "Don't judge yourself too harshly. You are young. Even for a human. And angry." He blink. Huh. The little knight has joined us. Good omen indeed.' The draconian smile-it supposed to be a friendly gesture, but would probably give nightmares to most people. "But why are we standing here without drinking and eating?"
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Post by Daos on Mar 19, 2021 14:06:55 GMT -8
The children's mother--Markguth's sister--is an older woman, perhaps in her late 30s or early 40s, with blonde hair and brown eyes. She offers Caelin a warm smile and a nod, and says, "Thank you."
"Wait, I know you," Markguth interrupts. "Celeste, this is the lad who dueled the dragonspawn. The one who won your freedom." He claps Caelin on the back and offers his hand for a vigorous shake. "Good to see you, lad. And glad to see that you're still alive!"
The woman, Celeste, looks at Caelin with new recognition. "Oh, forgive me. With all the craziness of that night, I guess I didn't recognize you. I hope you are well."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 19, 2021 15:44:12 GMT -8
Eliana had finished her own cupcake as she listened to Chantilly's story. It was sad, but she liked the hope that Chantilly had for wanting to learn about her father and eventually find him. She couldn't imagine not living without her father. She wanted to asked what had happened to her mother, but she decided that was probably a little too much. Her mother was a kender, so it was quite possible that she went off on another adventure, whatever that adventure might be. Kender were, very often carefree people. They were most often known as a nuisance, so it wasn't surprising to Eliana that no one would help Chantilly's mother learn magic, even if she felt it was a little wrong.
"You want to learn magic so that you have more of a connection to your father, and eventually be able to find him one day," Eliana says with a nod of understanding. "But, whoever your father is, I think he would be proud of you even if you didn't learn magic," she adds thoughtfully. That was how father's were supposed to be, proud of their children no matter what they did. "The thing about magic is that it takes years of study. I studied under my father for years before I learned that I do magic differently," she explains. "I might not be able to teach you how to do magic the way the Orders do, but maybe we can keep an eye out for someone that would be willing to help you out?" she offers.
"You aren't talking too much," Eliana assures Chantilly, but she follows the flow of the conversation. She could understand how talking about something a little more personal could be difficult. "Hurt?" Uh, well, I think I might be use to it now, but yeah it does hurt when they first appear, and they are kind of tender for a couple of days afterwards. I have a new patch on my left shoulder actually," she admits with a sigh. "I also don't know my father's idea is because I never told him or my mother. I kept it hidden before I finally just ran away. I guess I'm a little embarrassed of them, but everyone I have met so far as been pretty accepting."
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 19, 2021 16:28:16 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TakhisisARMOR CLASS: 14 | HIT POINTS: 24 | CURRENT: 24 | HIT DIE: 3d8 | CURRENT: 3d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 15 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 17 | INSPIRATION: 1 Caelin remembered the rage he felt as he shoved Conard back and plunged out the gates, the great, foolish desire to do ... something ... anything ... for years of, pain, humiliation. If he were eing truthful, Celeste and her kin, were secondary to that desire to lash out, to inflict harm, to cause pain. And that caused him shame, for he knew, in his heart, that Conard, that Henry, would have risked their lives for the children and their mother, but he had been driven only by his own desire for revenge. Selfish, he sighed, and if he was going to get through this, come out the other side, he would need to start thinking of those around him, rather than charging blindly ahead. He sighed, trying to forget the shame, "'twas nuthin'," he muttered, then he realized it wasn't. It meant something, not to him, but to Celeste, her children, and Markguth himself. He shrugged, turned to face them, just nodded, "welcome. Ta be honest, didn't think I'd make it neither, glad ta have helped though." Then he sat in the grass, watching the kids with their pinwheels, chasing one another in an ever closing loop. In time he got up, patted the children on the head, walked over to Celeste, nodded towards her, "You'll take good care of 'em," images of his own mother's face flitted through his thoughts, "you've the look of a good mum." He reached out a hand to the man at arms, "Markduth, you look out for 'em too, ya?" And then he took his leave, finding some kegs being tended by one of Nighthill's servants, he tossed a few coins for six tankards, three to a hand and he proceeded to the table where he'd left Henry, Zakkoth, and Benyt. "Sorry," he snarked, "line was longer 'n I thought. So I grabbed as many tankards as a man could carry, ya?" He slammed the frothing ale down on the table, he looked to Zakkoth poignantly, "Let's pour one out for Iro though, 'fore we get to business?"
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Post by Matt4 on Mar 21, 2021 20:56:13 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes " He will be proud of me even then..?" - as Eliana spoke, her words hit Chantilly. Maybe she was right. The young girl even had had similar thoughts in the past as she pictured various and different instances of her meeting her dad, after all how could he not love her perfect omelette or her renowned spiced meat sauce? But still, there was a voice inside her head saying that this could have not be enough, and she had to be sure that her father would love her. And magic was essential to that. Her smile widened as Eliana offered her help to find someone willing to teach her magic. With a smile that went ear to ear she chirped: " That would be great, fantastic and just plain awesome!" - then after the other woman explained her situation with the scales, she continued: " And maybe the person who'll teach me magic will also be able to give you the answers you're looking for!" As the two continued talking, Chantilly started to feel her throat becoming a bit dry. " The cupcake was really good, but now I'm a little thirsty. Should I go and get a cuppa of something? Even though Zakkoth still owes me that ale he promised me..." - she said, as she started looking around for a stand with something good to drink.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 22, 2021 15:46:10 GMT -8
"I think I see Zakkoth and the others over there," Eliana says as she motions towards Zakkoth and the others. "Why don't you ask for that ale now? Now seems like a good time." Eliana had bought all of these sweets for everyone anyway, and she didn't want to carry them throughout the whole festival. She leads the way towards the party. "Hey," she says as she gets closer to Henry, Zakkoth, Benyt, and Caelin. "I don't know if you all like sweets or not, but I bought enough for everyone."
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Post by Bunny Commando on Mar 22, 2021 16:45:10 GMT -8
Henry - HP: 28\28 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None
"Not a Knight, Zakkoth. Little or otherwise." Henry sits and sighs with relief, looking the good folk of Greenest having some fun "You know, some Knights ride dragons into battle. Pretty sure you could make some of those kids quite happy by letting them hitch a ride on your shoulders, my scaly friend." the squire chuckles a bit, then shrugs "And I'm not saying that I am one of those kids, but I'm also not not saying it."
When both Caelin, Eliana and Chantilly arrive with food and drinks, Henry nods appreciatively and says "Any other day, I would say I don't like sweets. But this is my first day off in I don't know how long, so..." a little, knowing smile "Just don't tell Sir Frume. Or Conard. Especially Conard." and he's about to drink when Caelin talks about a certain "Iro", so he clears his throat and says "I mean, sure. Would be better if you could tell us something about the fellow."
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 22, 2021 20:45:25 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TakhisisARMOR CLASS: 14 | HIT POINTS: 24 | CURRENT: 24 | HIT DIE: 3d8 | CURRENT: 3d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 15 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 17 | INSPIRATION: 1 Caelin nodded, "He was a surly old kagonesti, Ironwood, though we all knew him as Iro." He paused, "Well, I suppose only Eliana, Zakkoth and I now, but he was there on the caravan at the beginning, riding into Greenest before the dragon, or the raid. Think he said he was a lorekeeper for his people, so hopefully his stories didn't die with him. Saved our lives, helped save Greenest," he nodded towards Nighthill's Keep, "died up on the wall as we were all dashing like mad for the device Eliana used to scare that big blue bastard away." Another sigh, "I had his staff, but those bastard raider's took it when they tied us up. This one's for you Iro, may your stories live on." He poured out the drink as he sat down, a little glum. Eventually he swung his head to all those gathered round the table, "I never listened to his tales enough to remember 'em, but seein' as any of us could die on the 'morrow, how's about we take the time now? To learn a little something about each other, so if we have another loss, at least we know enough to let the memory live?"
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 23, 2021 0:30:44 GMT -8
".....Ahhh..." Zakkoth pant in excitment seeing the sweets. He grab a handful. He frown. "Me? Letting soft skin hatchlings ride me? I have fallen from my grace,but not to a such degree.' He frown. Iro? He was a well respected elf. It was a great loss. He lift his ale filled waterskin. In our fallen comrades's memory.'
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