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Post by Pr0l0t0r on Apr 3, 2020 5:42:29 GMT -8
Falconmoon scratches at his beard, not sure what to make of Iro's words. "I have not received any word of coming danger, from man or god," he admits. "But I would caution against starting a panic, especially an unnecessary one, by making such proclamations. Greenest is, for the most part, quite peaceful. Outside of the occasional bandit raid, there are no threats here. Even when there are raids, we have scouts that warn us of their approach, guards to protect the town, and the civilians all know the standard safety drill--to head to the keep if they hear the church bell ringing." Ironwood "Iro" of the Cragpine Vale -- Kagonesti Lorekeeper (Druid) 1 AC: 12 | HP's: 8/8 | Passive Perception: 13 | Conditions: None. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ironwood taps out his pipe on his boot, considering the priest's words and buying himself a few moments of thought. The Phoenix is ever arrogant, but does even he not feel the threat on the air? Does he no longer roost in the branches of the World Tree and thus see the light filtered through his branches?Insight Check - Is Falconmoon lying or at least not telling the whole truth? - _UU|uPs81d20+3Ironwood frowns thoughtfully. Did guards and church bells prevent the Storm Over Krynn from draining the soul an entire realm? The threat I speak of is greater than bandits, cousin priest. Panic suits none, on this we agree, but I have learned e'er these long centuries to heed the signs Zivilyn manifests. 1d20+3
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Post by Kvard51 on Apr 3, 2020 11:47:46 GMT -8
Meanwhile, back in the barn, Garald is caught off guard and stumbles over his words. Fortunately, a small child isn't terribly difficult to fool. "I'm Maddy," she says. "And this is Mister Whiskers," she adds, holding up the stuffed animal. "This is my daddy's barn. Are you one of his helpers?" Garald Stormgard Warlock 1 AC 14| hp 11 of 11| Passive Perception 14| Spell DC 14| Spell Attack +6 Conditions: none Garald sighs with relief as the little girl responds, "Well hello Maddy. And Hello Mr. Whiskers. Your daddy has a fine barn. I'm Garald, and I'm helping your daddy out with a surprise, so we have to keep it between us. Just the three of us, right? Me, you, and Mr Whiskers?" Deception: nguYJKBO1d20+61d20+6
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Post by Daos on Apr 3, 2020 15:31:41 GMT -8
"I'm sure I can find something to your liking," the Silvanesti woman tells Zakkoth. She heads back into the kitchen and returns shortly after with a large slab of beef for the Bozak.
Over by the hearth, as far as Iro can discern, Falconmoon is being completely honest. The cleric says, "The Storm Over Krynn is dead, friend. As are all of the Overlords. There are other dangers in this world, I agree. But I can't imagine why any of them would take an interest in Greenest. We are not rich or powerful. But the Blue Phoenix watches over us nonetheless. You can be certain of that."
Back in the kitchen, Joran shakes his head. "Not that I saw. They greeted each other more like this." He demonstrates, balling up one hand into a fist and placing it up against his other hand, which he keeps flat. Then he gives a short bow. "But I don't know much about monks. I thought about joining some once. I mean, you get to learn to fight with your hands, and that seems useful. But you have to give up your money and possessions, too. I wasn't so sure about that part. I mean, yeah, I don't really have any of either of those. But I'd like to some day."
Meanwhile, in the barn, Maddy seems an impressionable and sheltered child, because she appears to buy Garald's story. "Okay," she says. "Pinky swear!" She holds up her hand, extending her pinky finger, to him.
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Post by Pr0l0t0r on Apr 3, 2020 16:24:24 GMT -8
Over by the hearth, as far as Iro can discern, Falconmoon is being completely honest. The cleric says, "The Storm Over Krynn is dead, friend. As are all of the Overlords. There are other dangers in this world, I agree. But I can't imagine why any of them would take an interest in Greenest. We are not rich or powerful. But the Blue Phoenix watches over us nonetheless. You can be certain of that." Ironwood "Iro" of the Cragpine Vale -- Kagonesti Lorekeeper (Druid) 1 AC: 12 | HP's: 8/8 | Passive Perception: 13 | Conditions: None. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ironwood watches Falconmoon out of the corner of his eye as he dismisses the warning. These sparklives have such short memories. There were threats before the Storm and the Overlords, or does he think the great turn of the spheres has stopped forever? Ironwood thinks sadly. But he had learned long ago that you couldn't force a human to change their minds if it wasn't in their interest to do so. Instead of pressing the matter, the Kagonesti stands and bows farewell to the priest. I truly hope so, birdsong. Still, know that you can call on me when the need arises. Calm dreams and a swift sunrise, Brother Falconmoon. Ironwood, his collegial duty fulfilled by passing on the warning to an allied worshipper, moves to the bar and joins Zakkoth. He greets the Silvanesti coolly, Clear skies, cousin.
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Post by Zero Prime on Apr 3, 2020 20:13:59 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 10 of 10 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0Conditions: None.Caelin shrugged, nonchalantly, "Must have been different monks then, ya?" He continued cutting the meat, to be prepared for tomorrow morning's fast, "I wouldn't worry about fighting with your fists," he chided with a smirk, "You keep going the way you are going, they'll be calling you Joran the nine fingered." He peeked through the shuttered window, noting those companions he'd shared the wagon with, and a number of other travellers. "Seems busy out there, I saw some of those folks who came in with the wagon, who are the others?"
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Post by PallentisLunam on Apr 4, 2020 6:48:35 GMT -8
Conard Marpique, 1st lvl RangerAC: 17 | HP's: 11 of 11 | Passive Perception: 10 | Natural Explorer: Grasslands | Favored Enemy: Dragons | Position of Privilege Conditions: None. "I doubt he possesses a dual nature, but you aren't wrong either. Are those the only reasons why he bothers you so, or is there more?" "It is unbecoming of any man to speak ill of another without cause, or to hold petty grudges," Conard says, somewhat evasively, "But traveling with Caelin gave me no reason to be fond of him." Glancing around the room Conard spots the peasant woman in the strange dress. "Forgive me, Lady Eliana, but would it be rude of me to ask another to share our table now that Markguth has gone to tend to his family? It would seem that the woman there is all alone and far from her own country. Perhaps she could tell us more of Greenest or maybe she knows of other happenings in the world. Whatever the case I would offer her our fellowship and hospitality as befits good hosts."
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Post by Kvard51 on Apr 4, 2020 7:55:45 GMT -8
Garald smiles a relieved smile and sticks his pinkie out to wrap around the little girl's, "Pinkie promise. For now I have to go and check on some people, so if you and Mr Whiskers could keep an eye on things here, I'd appreciate it." He smiled again and waved, "I'll find you to get a report later."
And with that, he is off to the inn.
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Post by Daos on Apr 4, 2020 14:26:06 GMT -8
"I will keep that in mind," Falconmoon replies to Iro. He gets to his feet and dusts off his vestments. "But the hour grows late for now, so I shall retire to the temple. Have a good evening." The half-elf then departs, and his little audience disperses.
Iro moves to the bar and greets the innkeeper. "Evening," she says in reply. "Just passing through, or you staying in town for awhile?" she asks conversationally.
Back in the kitchen, Joran asks, "What'd ya mean?" and then, while distracted, accidentally cuts his finger lightly. "Ouch!" He sticks the finger in his mouth. After a moment, he pulls it back out and says, "Mostly locals, although a few are travelers who arrived earlier. Like that Kapak and the Abanasinian woman. The kapak got here a week ago. The Abanasinian arrived two days ago."
Meanwhile, in the barn, Garald and Maddy shake hands, or rather pinkies, and the half-elf then hurries back to the inn. He finds that those who arrived here with him are all present, save Caelin. The common room does not appear as bustling as it was when they first arrived; a number of people have either left or retired to their rooms, as well.
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Post by Igordragonian on Apr 4, 2020 15:49:05 GMT -8
Zakkoth has ate with beastly vigor, tearing the beef, spreading sauce, drinking with a loud gulp, alchol spilling between his sharp teeth. Quite rude and not very godly demeanor. He wipe his scaly muzzle with his sleeve. "Ah. Master Ironwood!" He smile. Here, he seems quite naturally embracing hedonism, while at the wagon he acted somber and mysteriouse. "So, the omens were true! Yam!" He say, while keep eating. "Lots of monks getting here. Not only mine. So, the skies won't stay clear for long. It might be our last chance for a good meal.' *gulp
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Post by HorizonsDream on Apr 4, 2020 17:36:58 GMT -8
Eliana Reyra Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1 HP:09/09| AC:16| Spell Attack:+6| Conditions: None
Eliana smiles brightly at Conard's good manners and concern for other's well being. "Actually, why don't you go join her?" she offers as she stands from the table. "Thank you for joining me, and for the conversation. I do hope it isn't the last." She excuses herself politely from Conard's table, and walks to the bar again. "Ah, sorry to interrupt she says to Ironwood and the Silvanesti. There was a young man that delivered our food. I was wondering where he might have disappeared to?"
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Post by Zero Prime on Apr 5, 2020 5:30:45 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 10 of 10 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0Conditions: None.Caelin raised an eyebrow as the young boy mentioned the Kapak, "A week, wonder what they are doing in town, thought Greenest was more of a way point on through to the greater heart of Solamnia." A shrugged and went back to the kitchen work, deftly cutting and prepping food for service, while clearing, scrapping and washing the dishes as required. He Tsk'ed softly as the young lad sucked as his bleeding fingertip. "Work with a knife long enough and you're bound to get a few of those, my pa works with an axe, and he's missing a toe or two from his youth."1d20+5
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Post by Pr0l0t0r on Apr 5, 2020 9:44:54 GMT -8
Ironwood "Iro" of the Cragpine Vale -- Kagonesti Lorekeeper (Druid) 1 AC: 12 | HP's: 8/8 | Passive Perception: 13 | Conditions: None. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ironwood watches the bozak tear into his meal with friendly amusement. He appreciated the dragonborn's lust for living and lack of pretentiousness. Monks and other visitors, our companions included. Power converges, friend bozak.
While the eats, the elf responds to the barkeep. I do not know yet. It will depend on what the morning skies bring. He takes a drink of water. I am Ironwood of the Cragpine Vale and bring greetings from the Kagonesti for I do not think there are other wildkin here to do the same. Well met under your shelter, Silvanesti.
Does the hungry bozak speak truth, are there more, and other visitors to Greenest?
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Post by Daos on Apr 5, 2020 11:45:00 GMT -8
The Silvanesti woman wrinkles her little nose at the Bozak's table manners, but does not comment on it. To Iro, she replies, "We get the occasional merchant wagon, like the one you arrived with tonight. And there were those monks who arrived a few days ago. Aside from that, usually just a traveler here or there. Lots of people just pass through Greenest, but few stay. I was one of the latter."
Just as Eliana asks her question, the barlad returns from bringing a couple their drinks, and offers her a smile. "Evening, miss. Did you need something?" he asks.
Back in the kitchen, Joran pauses a moment in thought. "I guess you're right. I hadn't really thought about it. The monks said they were on a pilgrimage, but you'd think they would have moved on by now. I figured it was some kind of religious thing, but I don't know much about the gods, to be honest. I was just a little kid when they came back."
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Post by Pr0l0t0r on Apr 5, 2020 12:20:24 GMT -8
Ironwood "Iro" of the Cragpine Vale -- Kagonesti Lorekeeper (Druid) 1 AC: 12 | HP's: 8/8 | Passive Perception: 13 | Conditions: None. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ironwood pauses, then follows up. What monks are these, I realize I did not ask. Do they follow the Phoenix as well, like Falconmoon?
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Post by HorizonsDream on Apr 5, 2020 16:50:46 GMT -8
Eliana Reyra Female Half-Elf Sorcerer 1 HP:09/09| AC:16| Spell Attack:+6| Conditions: None
"Not particularly," Elaiana admits. "I was hoping to be able to speak with you, proving that you aren't too busy of course."
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