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Post by GorgonHeap on Mar 30, 2021 7:23:37 GMT -8
She wasn't certain he had the will for it, but he was committed, so Benyt set her own cup aside and met him in the square. True to her word, she was a little unfamiliar with the local dances, but unencumbered by armor and gear she was quite light on her feet, and a quick study. She enjoys the peace of the day, embracing a fleeting joy. She wants to talk, but knows Cailin has many thing on his mind that he can barely grip, so she relies on polite banter and frivolous questions he can answer without contemplation. Typically she peppers such speech with glowing compliments, but here she isn't entertaining some captain or shah. No need to stroke the man's ego. Though considering his sad performance and baffled reaction to Eliana earlier it's possible his internal conflict had confused him into obliviousness. "I may have found a worthy cause here, so long as the coins continue to accrue, so I'd like to know something. Working with Kender is more a matter of caution than trust, but what of the Draconian? Can he be trusted? Tell me of him."
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 30, 2021 11:30:28 GMT -8
Eliana nearly drags Henry towards the keep for a few short seconds, giving the rest of the group time to disperse, before she slows her pace and walks arm and arm with the soon to be knight. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "We don't have to go see Nighthill right now if you don't want to," she admits. "I just...he made me mad, and I didn't want to be alone when I stormed off." There is a bit of regret in her tone of voice, because she knows she is using Henry's excuse to her advantage. "But, you know, I grew up around a lot of knights," she explains. "I recognized that look on your face almost immediately, and you confirmed it before I had my dramatic scene," she says with a light laugh.
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Post by Matt4 on Mar 30, 2021 17:30:43 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes Crap. Not again.That was like that time at the fair at Port Balifor. Why things couldn't ever be simple with humans and their shops, they always have to make a scene for the most mundane reasons. In retrospect, there could have been things she could have done or said to explain the situation and reassure the merchant. But. Chantilly's mind was still going through the latest events involving the rat and she really didn't have the time to think things through so she let her instinct act. And when a human is yelling at you, there is only one safe thing for a kender (or a half-one!) to do: run. With the pan still hidden under her cloak she started running between the tents and the mounds of debris, trying to find a place to hide. As she catches her breath hiding in the dark behind a particularly large tent, her thoughts run through her earlier conversation with Eliana, she started wondering what her father would have done, what magical secrets he could teach her that could help her in situations like the ones she was finding herself into way more often lately, her imagination going wild with pictures of this imaginary old wise man. What would you do in my place? * She peaked behind the washed up cloth that was being used as a temporary building to see if the way was clear, her ears trying to find the sound of people chasing her while her eyes scanned the street. As she watches around, her eyes fall upon the puddle in front of her and she sees her reflection. Well, at least where her reflection should have been. Instead, the image of an old man was there. Chantilly got startled, she jumped and looked beside her to confront the unannounced visitor, but no one was there to be seen. Except in the puddle. Looking at her extremities, she came to realize that the old man was her. Magic.It all made sense. She looked at the puddle again and that's where she saw it. Her beard. Well, the beard of the old man. It was of a sandy brown colour. This was her father's magic! She wasn't sure why the old man looked a bit too similar to Lord Nighthill, but it was no time for such silly questions. She had to find Eliana and tell her that she now she knew magic too! Taking a short pole that was littering the street, probably another missing piece from one of the fallen buildings, she started to use it as a walking stick to further improve her disguise. Walking slowly back to the part of the feast where she left the others, giggling under her beard as she imagined their faces when they'd saw her like this. OOC Actions * that's where Chantilly casts Disguise Self. I thought she would take the guise of a man similar to Nighthill, since he's probably the last "old wise man" she met, but with characteristic that would make him more similar to the mental images she has of her father.
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 31, 2021 14:02:20 GMT -8
Zakkoth sigh. Well. The angry boy radiated... the thing females would be attracted to. He patted Henry's back and give him his waterskin. "Finish it, little knight." He smile,but from him it might looks sinister.
"I guess I'll have to take responsbility over our pet kender.' He grunt Kenders. What Kitiara would say? She would laugh. The High Priest of Takhisis in the Blue dragonarmy follow a kender and help with her silly schemes. He laugh to himself and aporach the chasers of Chantilly. "I think I have seen the kender go that way.' And point in the opposite way
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Post by Daos on Apr 1, 2021 13:59:09 GMT -8
The guards don't pay Chantilly any mind, as she appears as an old man, and they are searching for a young woman. They run off in the wrong direction thanks to Zakkoth's misdirection.
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Post by Matt4 on Apr 1, 2021 16:56:14 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes Chantilly wobbled towards Zakkoth, a big hearty laugh from her. " Ohohoh, my dear old friend Z...Those pesky kenders, am I right?" - she asked with an amused tone, winking mischievously at the draconian. " Having fun here? I think I'll take my leave shorty. I'm not one of them young'uns anymore..." - she let out another chuckle, having fun parroting the manner of speaking of old Mamabea, one of her neighbours back at the village. After drinking something more, not wanting to interrupt Caelin and Benyt conversation, she turned again towards Zakkoth: " Want to go bring a mug to your friend? It could be a good moment to see how he's faring after his escape. Otherwise, if you want to keep donating your money to the brewer here, I'll just go back to the keep."
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Post by Igordragonian on Apr 1, 2021 23:50:32 GMT -8
Zakkoth can't help but to laugh. It sounded like a rusty scyte brush against a rusty zickle, yet.. It was a laughter. Kender who can shapeshift... the gods surely don't have mercy." He wasn't sure how he felt about being called "Z" but knowing kenders, she might make up even sillier nickname. Surprisngly a thoughtful offer. I welcome it.' He buy drinks as Chantilly offer and on the way he note. "You seems.. rather restained compared to the stories going around about your kind."
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Post by Zero Prime on Apr 2, 2021 4:13:11 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 As he danced, he looked into the dark haired warrior's eyes, and there were questions he wanted to ask, about the past, about the future and what tomorrow would bring if they were tasked with saving the prisoners from the raider camp. The danger that entailed, the likelihood that not all of them would return. Instead, he shook his head, linked elbows with the young woman, spun her around, and tried to enjoy the evening. He'd already summoned up ghosts of his past, and tonight, he just wanted to live in that place between past and future, in the moment, and alive. So he danced, and drank, and maybe even smiled. Benyt coughed, drawing his attention back to her whispered words. "I fear Chantilly, though brave," A pause, or stubborn, her childlike view however. That I fear, she will quickly lose." As she mentioned Zakkoth, he chuckled, "Had the same thoughts about that old fool," He whirled her in a spin and pointed towards the end of town. "Chapel there, Chu jurists were going to kill some of these folks, I distracted the door crashers while the rest slipped in the back. Worried I'd die, that old warm came after me. Got himself captured by his own kin, they were font to kill him, but we got there in time.""So yeah, I trust him, as grumpy as he is." A curious pause, "So what's your take on your newfound companions?"
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Post by GorgonHeap on Apr 2, 2021 9:39:47 GMT -8
Turning gracefully, swinging long cords of hair, Benyt maintains a placid and unrevealing smile. "I think it's too early to call us companions, having met for a matter of hours, and dangerous and contentious hours at that. And what sort of person would I be to pass judgement so quickly? Your actions were heroic, collectively, which I respect, even if heroism alone doesn't provide coin. We'll see in the coming days if my remaining here is a rewarding option."
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Post by Matt4 on Apr 2, 2021 16:30:05 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes For a split second, a worried look colored the eyes of the old man next to Zakkoth. Chantilly was worried that she may have come across as gloomy and soured the festive evening. However as she saw what seemed like a smile on the draconian's face, she relaxed and smiled back at him: " My mom said it's because my dad was a human, and a quiet one too. Even though every human would appear quiet in the eyes of a kender, I suppose!", she said chuckling at her own joke. The half-kender looked up to Zakkoth, the draconian towering over her even in her disguised form, then spurted: " Well, you're pretty peculiar too! Were... you born here in Greenest?" - Chantilly never thought she would have the chance to chat with a draconian, she was really excited as her head was filling up with questions. " Is your family here as well? Friends? Can you fly? Oh, speaking of friends! How do you meet Leosin? And-"
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Post by Zero Prime on Apr 3, 2021 3:50:30 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 as Benyt responded, "Well I hope you do stay, weren't for you and the rest, Henry and I would be dead instead of here, drinking, and dancing." He spun back towards the table, noted that both Chantilly and Zakkoth were gone. Grabbed a tankard and had a drink of ale, "Where do you think they got to?"
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Post by Igordragonian on Apr 4, 2021 11:47:56 GMT -8
Zakkoth nodded. All those soft skin hybrids look the same. 'I see-" And then as if to prove her kender heritage,Chantilly start to bombard Zakkoth with questions. Some of them phrased so wierdly, that his ancient brain had to process it then new question landed. Bad omen. The draconian covered her mouth with his hand, he had to bend his back quite a bit for this feat. "Let's make a deal. You buy us more drink, and while you drink I'll try to tell my tale in a way that will statify your kenders urges. Does it sound fair? AND wait with your questions until I am done. I can't focus like that. Even draconian hatchlings can be insufferable like this."
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Post by Daos on Apr 5, 2021 13:48:21 GMT -8
Eliana nearly drags Henry towards the keep for a few short seconds, giving the rest of the group time to disperse, before she slows her pace and walks arm and arm with the soon to be knight. "I'm sorry," she says softly. "We don't have to go see Nighthill right now if you don't want to," she admits. "I just...he made me mad, and I didn't want to be alone when I stormed off." There is a bit of regret in her tone of voice, because she knows she is using Henry's excuse to her advantage. "But, you know, I grew up around a lot of knights," she explains. "I recognized that look on your face almost immediately, and you confirmed it before I had my dramatic scene," she says with a light laugh. "What look?" Henry asks, puzzled. Suddenly, his brow furrows. "Wait, he made you mad? What did he do? Did he act...in an ungentlemanly way?"
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Post by Matt4 on Apr 5, 2021 14:20:03 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes Chantilly ponders Zakkoth's offer, then slips a hand inside one of her pockets to take out a small, empty, pouch. " Mmhm.." - she mumbled under the hard-skinned hand that covered her mouth, before gentily shifting in a way that would allow her to speak - " I could bake a pie for you all instead... Would that be enough? What kind of pie do you like? And-" - in the verge of asking many other questions, the young girl remembered the draconian's remark and stopped. A question at a time, yes. She waited for an answer, looking at Zakkoth with puppy eyes, hoping that her offer would be accepted.
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Post by Igordragonian on Apr 5, 2021 15:26:31 GMT -8
pie?' Zakkoth bursted into a cackling laughter. 'Meat. Or... something red enough.' he lick his lips
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