Alex Sloane Posted January 14 Clone Share Posted January 14 Mehri Human • Maestro • Bard 1 Medium • Neutral Good • Humanoid AC: 16 | HP 17/17 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +7 | Resistance: None | Speed 25 feet | Class DC 14 Shortbow +5 1d6 P, Shortsword +5 1d6 P/S Deception +7, Diplomacy +7, Medicine +6, Nature + 5Natural Medicine: You can apply natural cures to heal your allies. You can use Nature instead of Medicine to Treat Wounds. If you’re in the wilderness, you might have easier access to fresh ingredients, allowing you to gain a +2 circumstance bonus to your check to Treat Wounds using Nature, subject to the GM’s determination. , Occultism +3, Performance +7, Society 3, Stealth +5, Survival +6, Thievery +2, Lore +3 Mehri felt rather uncomfortable being looked up and down by folks who she had made it clear to that she had no interest in. Almost all the folks here were more like siblings or cousins to her that she had to look after rather than someone she wanted to spend her life with. Keeping her more vulgar thoughts to herself, Mehri turns to Jack, "You know Jack, maybe I'll take you and your siblings up on potentially learning to climb trees quickly If I can learn to climb a tree before the count of three, I might be able to find a strong man in one. In the meantime though, would you care to accompany me to the first aid tent? I need to deliver these herbs Vharak left here to my dad. Then maybe we can go have a treat or maybe treat ourselves to some dancing." She laughs happily at the idea as she picks up the small bundle of herbs. Mehri moves to whisper into Shayla's ear, "I'm sure you can handle yourself, but if they give you any trouble, don't be afraid to find us. We can get his dad to set his britches on fire." She states with a wink before heading toward the first aid tent - hoping Jack would follow just to have someone to talk to. Actions: Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Althrion Posted January 16 Clone Share Posted January 16 "You had be at the word treat." Jack said to Mehri, following her, wondering a bit, what Shayla was planning for Jeht. It was a bit sad, that he would probably miss the outcome, but being told the story after the act was the second best thing he could hope for. "I have to warn you, Mehri. I am not much of a dancer. Chances are people will call for a doctor, when they see me dance, thinking I got some spasm. So I might go for a treat that goes down my belly." Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Inash Posted January 19 Clone Share Posted January 19 Thia Human (Duskwalker) • Printer• Thaumaturge 1 Medium • Neutral Good • Humanoid AC: 16 | HP 16/16 | Fort +4 Ref +4 Will +4 | Resistance: None | Speed 25 feet | Class DC 16 Swordcane +4 1d6+1 P, Hand Crossbow +4 1d6 P Arcana +4, Deception +6, Diplomacy +6, Intimidation +6, Medicine +2, Nature +2 , Occultism +4, Society 4, Stealth +2, Lore (scribing) +4, Lore (Esoteric) +6, Lore (The Bone Fields) +4 Thia grimaces as he realizes that he's completely lost track of what's been going on in the festival. This 'reporter' business is harder than anticipated; printing at least is relatively simple. He finally just gives up on reporting and sets to trying to enjoy himself. Actions: Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blue Firebird Posted January 31 Author Clone Share Posted January 31 On 1/10/2024 at 8:51 PM, TheWhitefire said: Shayla Shayla - Human (Skilled) - Cultist Witch 1 | Neutral Good | Female | The Dusk Mother Shayla continues to pet the owl, looking Jeht up and down with an appraising eye. "Fine." She says, giving a friendly smile. "A dance, then?" She asks. "Such is the traditional thing to do, yes? Surely you can show me how?" She says, stepping out from behind the booth. She holds her hand up, and the owl flutters back into the sky. Shayla is, of course, dressed quite simply--she does not look the part of a hero or adventurer at all--and she lets her simple woollen cape fall over her shoulders as she folds her hands before herself, waiting for Jeht to offer his arm, simply continuing to stare at him with a very slight smile. Jeht seems shocked that the so-called witch took him up on his offer. He covers it well, but Shayla can easily see that moment of hesitation—an eternity of heartbeats. Exchanging some smirks with his friends, he opens his mouth to say something— On 1/13/2024 at 6:37 PM, saithor said: Salva Duvraine Human (Drommar)• Farmhand • Monk 1 Medium • Lawful Good • Humanoid AC: 19 | HP 20/20 | Fort +7 Ref +9 Will +6 | Resistance: None | Speed 25 feet | Class DC 14 Having spent the last few minutes sparring, Salva is a fair bit out of breath when she makes her way back to where the rest of the fair is, gingerly feeling under one of her eyes. Was that going to bruise? Possibly. Probably. Now her parents were going to spend all day worrying about the other townsfolk no matter what she said. Whistling a tune, she walked over to where Shayla was, raising a hand in greeting as she got closer. Bunch more strangers she didn't recognize over there. Actions: A whistled tune cuts off whatever triumphant remark Jeht can come up with. Perhaps he had something charming to say. When Salva appears, instead he grunts something. The word "Tusks" is audible enough. "Bad timing." On 1/11/2024 at 5:46 PM, Mourning Star said: Alba Thompson the cooper's daughter Description: average height, athletic; fin-like ears, scales and gills on her neck; deep blue eyes, shortish white hair with flecks of blue and green Dress: clean beige linen work shirt; heavily worn brown duck pants; scuffed black leather boots Weaponry: none When Mina makes her request, Alba pauses. Looking over at the line of people at the high striker, she half-feigns a sigh. “Yeah, okay. I promise.” She gives a sidelong grin, her gills parting slightly. “But you first!” Still clenching Mina’s hand, Alba starts moving towards the line with renewed excitement. ”As long as I get to see those three get their sheets in a tangle when you show them up!” Once the two girls arrive at the end of the line, behind the three boasting young men, Alba’s demeanor stifles slightly. She looks nervous—slightly uncomfortable, even; her eyes flit across the knots of people around her. Crowding in close to Mina, she sighs once more, this time with a certain weariness. Character Vitals Will populate this as needed. Mina laughs and nearly trips over herself getting into line. "Alright, alright! I'll do it for you. Don't worry!" She eyes the three young men who seem to worry Alba, and the crowd. "You know, we don't have to do this." Then she speaks loudly: "Besides, I don't think they'll be much of a challenge!" As the three men turn and see who is calling them out, nearby people scatter, opening up the space and drastically shortening the line. Most just want to see the contest. Some are cheering or laughing at the prospect. "See about that," says one, possibly the ringleader, with a hawk nose and a stupid sneer. "Your dad, sure. I don't think you look all that tough!" Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Inash Posted January 31 Clone Share Posted January 31 Thia Human (Duskwalker) • Printer• Thaumaturge 1 Medium • Neutral Good • Humanoid AC: 16 | HP 16/16 | Fort +4 Ref +4 Will +4 | Resistance: None | Speed 25 feet | Class DC 16 Swordcane +4 1d6+1 P, Hand Crossbow +4 1d6 P Arcana +4, Deception +6, Diplomacy +6, Intimidation +6, Medicine +2, Nature +2 , Occultism +4, Society 4, Stealth +2, Lore (scribing) +4, Lore (Esoteric) +6, Lore (The Bone Fields) +4 Thia finds his attention caught by the drama unfolding at the high striker and he wanders over to watch. Actions: Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheWhitefire Posted February 2 Clone Share Posted February 2 Shayla Shayla - Human (Skilled) - Cultist Witch 1 | Neutral Good | Female | The Dusk Mother Shayla slaps Jeht's hand as he drops the insult, giving him a rather withering gaze. "Manners, Jeht, or do you plan to spoil our afternoon so easily? Come. A dance, I was promised, and a dance I shall have." She says, her scowl turning into a beatific smile, as she gestures for him to lead the way. "Unless... you wouldn't disappoint me, would you, Jeht?" She says. "I'm not certain my delicate heart could take that. After all, you're such a fine looking man, with muscles like yours. Any woman would surely be lucky to have you and I am, after all, just the poor witch who lives outside of town." Mechanics Going to roll "Deception" here to see if she can't convince Jeht she's genuinely interested in more than just mooching off him for the afternoon xD Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls roll 8 1d20+4 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mourning Star Posted February 2 Clone Share Posted February 2 Alba Thompson the cooper's daughter Description: average height, athletic; fin-like ears, scales and gills on her neck; deep blue eyes, shortish white hair with flecks of blue and green Dress: clean beige linen work shirt; heavily worn brown duck pants; scuffed black leather boots Weaponry: none Alba turns white with embarrassment and nearly chokes as she stifles an awkward laugh. Keeping her eyes locked on the group in front of them, she leans in towards her friend and whispers, "I didn't mean like that!" But she decides to double down. Straightening her gait, she crosses her arms defiantly and clears her throat. "Wonder how that crow's gonna taste come mess call," she mumbles, just loud enough for the sneering one to hear. Her eyes dart playfully towards Mina, a smile creeping onto her face. Character Vitals Will populate this as needed. Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VennDygrem Posted February 6 Clone Share Posted February 6 Dendrick | HP 20/20 | AC 16 | Fort +7 | Ref +6 | Will +6 | Speed: 25 | Perception: +4 Hero Points: 1/3 | Focus Points: 1/1 | Conditions: None | Effects: N/A Dendrick seems a bit uneasy answering Irven's question. He doesn't really want to bother his Aunt, nor reveal that he's talking to strangers from outside of town. "It's possible, but you might be just as likely to see who you're looking for by walking around, Mr. Capercaillie. There are a lot of folk around, but if this girl has an owl with her, I'm sure she'll stand out. Especially if her owl is as... spirited as your raven." He looks back in the direction of his Aunt Kessra in the market area. Anyone who knows them both would know it's impossible that they're directly related by blood, but the bond of family is still strong. Dendrick loves and respects his adoptive parents, and the townsfolk know the feeling is mutual, even if his Uncle Torrun sometimes acts a bit standoffish toward the boy. "I could try to help you find her, if you'd like. My friend Skog can help, too. Oh, and does your bird friend have a name?" Skog | AC 17 | Fort +8 | Ref +5 | Will +6 | Speed: 25 | Perception: +4 OOC & Actions I nearly forgot that Dendrick has the 'Animal Elocutionist' feat, so he can likely tell what Irven's raven has been cawing about this whole time, even when not speaking common. Of course, it doesn't matter given that the familiar is apparently hostile to anyone but Irven, and is, of course, a familiar rather than a normal animal. 😄 @TheRaconteur Pinging you, as you requested! Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheRaconteur Posted February 6 Clone Share Posted February 6 (edited) Irven Capercaillie and the Book of Grievances AC: 17 | HP: 16/16 |Fortitude: +5 | Reflex: +5 | Will: +6 | Perception: +4 Irven finished his labors, and began carefully putting everything back away in its proper place. It was a complicated process, especially as he was standing and couldn't set anything down, but he did it with the precision of someone long used to such labors. Evidently he frequently had cause to scribble things down, and had developed a routine. Even the horrible bird helped, dipping down to take the quill from him at just the right moment, though if Dendrik was the observant sort he might have noticed the Raven glowering at him as it did so. It didn't answer him when he inquired about its name, its eyes bulging in indignation at the impertinence. "Hmmmpph. Fine, let's walk around and ask about." The other gnome let his irritation be known, scowling as he worked, and eventually everything was back where it had started. He rested a hand protectively on the satchel, and then looked about the crowd. He'd not even gone a step before he was pointing his gnarled fingers at someone else, "You there, are you a local? I'm looking for a local lass. Fair skinned, brown haired, likes putting her big nose where it doesn't belong and wrecking other people's things. Has an owl. You seen her poking about?" By that point, he was making enough noise that plenty of the folk around might have been able to hear him. OOC Conditions: Mystic ArmorConcentrate Manipulate Duration until your next daily preparations You ward yourself with shimmering magical energy, gaining a +1 item bonus to AC and a maximum Dexterity modifier of +5. While wearing mystic armor, you use your unarmored proficiency to calculate your AC. Heightened (4th) You gain a +1 item bonus to saving throws. Heightened (6th) The item bonus to AC increases to +2, and you gain a +1 item bonus to saving throws. Heightened (8th) The item bonus to AC increases to +2, and you gain a +2 item bonus to saving throws. Heightened (10th) The item bonus to AC increases to +3, and you gain a +3 item bonus to saving throws. Currently harassing @Inash, totally up to @TheWhitefire, @Althrion, and the others if you overhear him. @Mourning Star, was that my raven you were mentioning eating? I've sadly lost track. Edited February 6 by TheRaconteur (see edit history) Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saithor Posted February 10 Clone Share Posted February 10 Salva Duvraine Human (Drommar)• Farmhand • Monk 1 Medium • Lawful Good • Humanoid AC: 19 | HP 20/20 | Fort +7 Ref +9 Will +6 | Resistance: None | Speed 25 feet | Class DC 14 Hearing the word Tusks, Salva scowls but doesn't move towards Jeht. Keep it to yourself Salva. Punching him would only make things worse. Didn't make leaving him be any easier though. She just had to hope this kind of attitude wasn't going to be more common among the other townsfolk. Otherwise it would be a short stay inside the village. She kept a wary eye on him thought as she leaned against a post. Actions: Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alex Sloane Posted February 11 Clone Share Posted February 11 Mehri Human • Maestro • Bard 1 Medium • Neutral Good • Humanoid AC: 16 | HP 17/17 | Fort +4 Ref +5 Will +7 | Resistance: None | Speed 25 feet | Class DC 14 Shortbow +5 1d6 P, Shortsword +5 1d6 P/S Deception +7, Diplomacy +7, Medicine +6, Nature + 5Natural Medicine: You can apply natural cures to heal your allies. You can use Nature instead of Medicine to Treat Wounds. If you’re in the wilderness, you might have easier access to fresh ingredients, allowing you to gain a +2 circumstance bonus to your check to Treat Wounds using Nature, subject to the GM’s determination. , Occultism +3, Performance +7, Society 3, Stealth +5, Survival +6, Thievery +2, Lore +3 Mehri can't help but laugh after Jack's comments, "Aww, I'm disappointed. But dancing's not for everyone, I get that. I learned because it feels nice to move around more fluidly when I'm not just walking everywhere and having to kneel down to grab whatever herbs or plants for whatever salve or tincture we must make." As they coast away and out of earshot for Jeht and his goons, Mehri sighs, "Gods above, I did not expect them to act like that. Apparently they are not particularly good at taking the hint that I am not interested in them. Genuinely everyone here is like family to me, and I could never imagine someone like Jeht." She shakes her head as she groans. Mehri had big dreams - dreams that Jeht simply wasn't a part of. Mehri looks at Jack, "We can get something to eat after meeting with my dad. I wouldn't mind a small drink after all of that. I don't normally drink, but I need something to relax given that I'm feeling so tense. What about you, Jack? Do you have any plans for the night?" She walks, keeping an eye on her bag of herbs and medicinal plants. Despite everything and despite her saying she was tense, Mehri kept a fairly upbeat personality and tone, barely showing any disruption. Actions: Name xDiceName xDiceResult xDiceString xDiceRolls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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