Matt4
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Post by Matt4 on Mar 23, 2021 17:42:33 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes " Uuuh can I have some ale too?" - without really waiting for an answer, the young girl grabbed one of the mugs and swallowed a huge gulp of the amber liquid before exhaling loudly, finally quenced. She listened as Caelin and Zakkoth spoke about their fallen friend. Still mulling over on her talk with Eliana, she didn't really feel to open up more yet, but was excited about hearing more about the others. " After we are done here we could go bobbing for apples..?" - Chantilly suggested hopeful, still thinking about the familiar games.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 23, 2021 22:26:07 GMT -8
Eliana wasn't one to down a whole mug of ale, even if it was in memory of someone,but she did take a drink of the liquid before setting the mug down. She certainly let the others take their fill of the sweets that she bought though. "Sweets always cheered me up when I was a little down, so I'm hoping it does the same for you," she says to Henry. She giggles lightly at the thought of someone trying to ride Zakkoth like a dragon, specifically Henry riding Zakkoth, and in her mind it looks more like a piggy back situation than anything else. "Well, I'm open to sharing a little bit about myself," she says in answer to Caelin. She kind of felt that Caelin knew her, at least a little bit more than the others. "Ask me anything." She certainly wasn't the shy type. "And then we can go bobbing for apples, and I plan on making myself dizzy with a few dances later too."
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 25, 2021 14:46:48 GMT -8
Zakkoth look down at the kender.
He shrug.
"Eh. Sure. Why not? If you can slay, so drink you may."
And offer her a sip of ale.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 26, 2021 15:32:04 GMT -8
"Chantilly," Eliana says, looking to the half kender. "Didn't you lose your cooking pan?" she asks. "Maybe you can buy a new one here?"
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 26, 2021 16:11:46 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 "Well, I'm open to sharing a little bit about myself," she says in answer to Caelin. She kind of felt that Caelin knew her, at least a little bit more than the others. "Ask me anything." She certainly wasn't the shy type. "And then we can go bobbing for apples, and I plan on making myself dizzy with a few dances later too." He gave ELiana a shy smile, shrugged at his companions silence, "Guess I go first eh? Well, I was born in the gutters of Palanthas. Didn't know much about my mom, 'cept she lived her life chasing dragons. Wyverndust, nasty stuff, rot your teeth, then addle your brains. Her mum gave her a ring though, heavy, silver thing, from some noble. She sold it for a pouch of dust," he shook his head at the memory, Wirt, that was the pawn brokers name, first man he killed, slit his throat for a family ring, he had treasured it, the inscription on the inside worn down to where we could imagine it was his name there, until Mondath took it. He shook his head, his mood was already glum enough. "So I ain't rightly had an education, or much in the way of social graces, but if'n the Lady wants to dance, I say we dance, ya?"He did an exagerrated, foppish bow, an approximation of some courtier, half glimpsed, and extended his hand towards Eliana.
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Post by Bunny Commando on Mar 27, 2021 9:44:12 GMT -8
Henry - HP: 28\28 - Conditions: None - Active Effects: None
The "Kagonesti" part seems to make Henry a bit uncomfortable, still not enough to keep quiet - he raises his glass and politely says about Iro "Shame to lose the fellow." and with that the ale goes down the hatch. After the toast Henry just quietly listens, no questions and no pressure from him to say more than anyone would feel comfortable to say. He raises then the glass a little and says "Have fun dancing. I plan to have some more liquid courage before I have to talk with Lord Nighthill. Can't say I look forward to that."
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Post by GorgonHeap on Mar 27, 2021 11:13:56 GMT -8
Benyt sees some of the others approach and smiles gently in their direction as she responds with an easy vagueness. "I've sought more meaningful work than garrison duty, and caravans have taken me far from home."
For a moment her eyes search far away, as if searching for a memory. "Can't say I know any of the local dances. Why do you hesitate to speak with the lord, Henry? He seems an honorable man." She says honorable in such a way that several meanings can be inferred.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 27, 2021 15:34:49 GMT -8
Eliana snickered at Caelin's exaggerated bow as she delicately took his offered hand and stood up from where she was sitting. "My Lord," she teased as she gracefully gave him a curtsy. Social etiquette had been part of her upbringing, so while things like bows and curtsies seemed to be forced or awkward on others, it seemed natural and easy to Eliana. She took a moment to glance over to Henry when he said he needed more liquid courage to speak to Lord Nighthill, and she automatically thought it was because of the prisoners that they left behind. She had been around enough knights to know that leaving the prisoners behind was probably draining him emotionally. Words like "dishonor" were most likely floating around in his head, and unfortunately there was nothing she or anyone else could do it about. It was only something another knight could fully understand, and handle.
"I haven't had a chance to ask since we got back," Eliana says to Caelin softly. "Are you doing okay?"
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 28, 2021 4:13:32 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 raised an eyebrow at, 'My lord,' made a gasp as if calling him such would be scandalous, however, as he took Eliana's proffered hand he spun her towards the center of the field. While his movements were not as formal, or as practiced as Eliana's or a courtier trained, there was a freedom to it, coupled with his natural, fluid, grace, he leapt, and spun, fast and fluid, slow and measured, he varied his cadence and movements as he danced. Towards the middle of a spin, focusing on Eliana's eyes, he smiled, but it Jhaera's face that locked eyes with him. Surprised, startled, he stumbled, slipping and careening to the ground, he brushed his knees of dirt, and as he accepted Eliana's hand to pull him to his feet, there was a distance there as she asked her question. He sighed, "I'm trying Eliana, the camp was hard, I felt as if I were little use to you, or the company, and that stung. I suppose it's pride, all my life I've been alone," his eyes shifted from her face to Henry, he hadn't missed her looks towards the young, elf blooded warrior, "when you're alone you have nobody to rely on, who'd risk themselves to save you." He shrugged, "I was tied to a pole beside him," he was talking of Henry now, "he's brave, he didn't flinch. Me, I just got angry, like a child, he kept a level head. He'd make a good match, maybe you should go with him to speak with Nighthill." He started to walk back towards the group, "It'd give you time to talk."He shouldn't have spoken of his mother, earlier, memories of Palanthas brought back too many painful memories, and tonight wasn't the night to look back. He looked to Zakkoth, Benyt and Chantilly, "Shall we grab a plate of meat and cheese, some wine, some ale, dance and sing until the fire burns low?"
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Post by Bunny Commando on Mar 28, 2021 13:41:10 GMT -8
For a moment her eyes search far away, as if searching for a memory. "Can't say I know any of the local dances. Why do you hesitate to speak with the lord, Henry? He seems an honorable man." She says honorable in such a way that several meanings can be inferred. Henry agrees, drinks some more and seems to want to leave it like that; then he sighs and shrugs "I had a mission, you know. And I accomplished my mission and more. I still feel like I failed." and before anyone could say anything he raises his hand to stop them "I know, I know. Couldn't save them. I would've just thrown my life away. Still..." he waves his hand, pointing at the good folk of Greenest "...talk to them. They count on us, on the Knights, to keep them safe. To protect them." the squire slowly shakes his head, a pained expression on his face "I mean, I'm not one of them. Yet they gave me a chance to prove myself. And in my first mission alone, I let them down." |
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 28, 2021 14:41:45 GMT -8
While it is shorted lived, Eliana enjoys every minute that Caelin spins her around especially since his movements are not as formal. It is new and exciting, and she finds that she is not as graceful as normal as she tries to keep up with the steps. Apparently, Caelin can't keep up with his own impromptu dance though as she suddenly watches him fall to the ground. While she is shocked that Caelin fell, she is more confused than anything else as she helps him to his feet. What was that look before he fell? She has seen that look in his eyes before, a couple of times now. It is hard to describe, but even though Caelin is looking at her, he doesn't seem to see her. Now seems like the time to ask, but unfortunately she doesn't get the chance because he suddenly starts talking about Henry. At first she is following the line of logic, and then Caelin just throws her for a loop.
"Wait. Good match? What?" Eliana asks in confusion. She scratches at her head a little bit, but it dawns on her what exactly he is talking about. She didn't try to hide her look of concern and a tiny bit of understanding towards Henry because that was all it was, a look of concern and understanding. "Don't misunderstand...." Eliana tries to say, but Caelin is already gone off to the others again.
Eliana stands in the spot that Caelin left her for a solid minute or two with her eyes slightly narrowed her her mouth just slightly opened as she tries to process what exactly just happened. Her mind is filled with nothing but question words. ~What? How? Why? Did he..?~ While she knows that it is a misunderstanding, she finds herself feeling angry. She crosses her arms and lets out a tiny sigh of annoyance, then she shakes her head a little bit and lets her arms drop back down to her side as she marches towards Caelin and the group. It is a purposeful march. Eliana knows exactly what she plans to do.
Once Eliana is close enough to Caelin, she does something that is a little unexpected of her, and slaps the back of his head. It isn't hard, but it is just enough to shock him. "You're an idiot," she says firmly, but there is this bratty tone to her voice. It is clear she is angry, but there is something immature about it. It certainly isn't a side of Eliana that the group has seen before.
Without waiting for a reply, she marches off in a huff, towards Henry. She grabs the the young squire by the arm, and tugs at him a little bit to come with her. "Come on. We can go talk to Nighthill now," she states. She is clearly in a hurry to go somewhere, and poor Henry is the one she has chosen to go with her.
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Post by Matt4 on Mar 28, 2021 16:07:11 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes Chantilly smiled warmly at the draconian: " Thank you, Z!". As Eliana asked her about her pot, she actually wondered whatever happened to it, Chantilly didn't remember using it since coming to Greenest. She shrugged, it was old anyway and too worn out after all those months of traveling. It was probably just better to find another one after everyone was done telling stories. While the others shared tidbits about themselves, Chantilly looked confused at Henry: " Why do you think you've failed? If you're thinking about the prisoners... They're still alive, we could go back and help them. I mean, I was already planning on going back eventually. I want to see Fenn again, and tell him he has no reason to work for those guys anymore. And the other mercs too." She then giggled at Eliana's antics, it was funny watching someone usually so dignified acting in that manner. She hoped her father was also like Eliana, distinguished but with a goofy side. Chantilly got close to Caelin and whispered: " I don't think Eliana enjoyed your dance. You probably owe her one more, but this time keep your eyes on her and try not to fall on your feet, dummy!" - and saying so she stuck her tongue out at him and finished: " I'm going to buy something, I'll find you guys later!" - before walking off in search of someone selling kitchen ware. Eventually she stumbled on a stall that had various articles like pots, pans and other amounts of crockery. Most of the items in sale were far from new, presenting chips and cracks all over them. It was plausible that some of those articles were salvaged from the ruins, but to Chantilly it didn't matter, she just needed something that would allow her to survive and enjoy a warm meal. While looking through the wares, something catched the young half-kender's attention. It was a small brass brazier in the form of a pan, just like the one her mother used to prepare some of the components for her spells. As her hand reached for it, she saw the little rough price tag attached to it. It was definitely too high for her, since her finances in that moment amounted to zero pieces of steel, so she had to resort in using some of her old tricks. " Hey look, a rat is eating your dinner!" - she screamed at the stocky shopkeeper, drawing attention at the other side of his stall where a plate with a couple of pieces of dry meat were resting with a side of unflovered potatoes. What Chantilly couldn't foresee, is that an actual rat appeared at the point she was pointing, nibbling at the meat. Surprised herself by that weird occurrence , she tried to took advantage of the situation, grabbing the brazier and hiding it under her cloak before quickly getting away from there. {OOC Actions}
Chantilly (accidentally) casts Minor Illusion to make a rat appear.
Then she tries to steal the brazier/pan. Sleight of Hand oU7t2GK31d20+7Second roll as for my Lucky feature: Sleight of Hand 2.0 1d20+73rd edit: that's hilarious lol 1d20+7·1d20+7
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Post by Daos on Mar 28, 2021 19:31:54 GMT -8
The shopkeep shouts out in surprise and horror upon seeing the rat. While he searches around for something to attack it with, like a broom or rolling pin or something, Chantilly makes her move. The good news is, the shopkeep is so surprised that he doesn't even see her grab the pan. The bad news is, she fumbles it, and it clatters to the ground noisily. She quickly scoops it back up, but the shopkeep hears and turns toward her. "Hey, stop! Thief! Someone call the guards! And the exterminator!"
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Post by GorgonHeap on Mar 29, 2021 7:14:34 GMT -8
Benyt watched these two men, who had just survived a desperate battle, gone on to stick a finger in the enemy's eye, and return healthy with a rescued ally to be celebrated, squirm and buckle under the burden of imagined regrets and failures with distinct unease. In the courts of Khur no one displaying such weakness openly would survive either the disgrace or the many knives produced at their back. Though they were among the common folk, Henry desires nobility. She considers how she might take advantage of his second-guessing and evident self-loathing ... but not now. She has all she needs and the innocent people of Greenest still need protectors, even faulty ones.
Instead, she sips her wine, waves the clay goblet around, and stays with her first thought. "You look at this all wrong, Henry. The few survived against many and struck the enemy in the heart. War isn't simply two opponents beating each other until one can't stand any longer. There is strategy, resources, morale. You want to lead, lead. The people celebrate and you sulk. Bear the burden and be an example."
Benyt watched Eliana dance and move the crowd, and saw the admiration of all her companions, and then looked back to Henry. There was a half-remembered tale from her youth of a gloomy knight who sacrificed himself and a beautiful blonde woman who became a leader of men. She wondered if the River of Time was showing her this writ small. She shook her head. Enough romantic fantasies.
She smiles when Eliana drags poor Henry off to meet the lord. She turns to Cailin, dark brow arched in bemusement. "I feel left out. Shall we dance, or shall I smack you?"
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 30, 2021 3:14:40 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 When Eliana clapped him on the back of the head, he was shocked, not because it had hurt, but because there was something in her voice that he hadn't heard before. As he stood, stunned, trying to contemplate what the tone in her voice meant, she stalked towards Henry and literally dragged him up the hill towards the keep. He stood, rubbing the back of his head, and Chantilly togged at his arm, providing some advice about Eliana, before announcing her own departure. What did she mean by it? Ask her to dance again, he'd already made a fool of himself, and he'd agreed to step out of her way, so she could ... he groaned inwardly. Gods, his head was spinning, and he'd only had a single ale. Perhaps it was time to rectify that, he grabbed an unattended tankard and downed it, wiping the froth from his upper lip with a sleeve. She turns to Cailin, dark brow arched in bemusement. "I feel left out. Shall we dance, or shall I smack you?" He turned, set down his tankard, "Gods no! No more violence." And with that he wandered towards the centre of the field where the villagers were gathering spinning in spirals and circles, coming too and fro, he joined in extending a hand to the dark haired warrior, so she may join him.
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