Chapter 1: A Noisome Scandal

[Whitleyrr]

Chapter 1: A Noisome Scandal

Three days hence from their strange meeting of and peculiar interview by the mage, Alastair Kruthian, the newfound companions had grown a little closer, as only the trail can promote. While their journey had been uneventful in terms of security, it had been revealing of their personalities. Mid-morning of the third day the wooded path they walked purged them into an open meadow which led, perhaps a mile distant, to a rising knoll, a forerunner of the Uplands. Set into the knoll was a middling village: log buildings with mostly thatched roofs, though some bore red clay tiles, terraced farms and gardens recently harvested, the spire of a church rising above, and all bedecked in the fiery oranges, reds, and yellows of autumn. The central path leading through the meadow would take them into the town square where there was quite a hustle and bustle of people. Strings of colored pennants were being hung between buildings and across boulevards. Kegs of ale were being unloaded by a dwarven merchant from a heavy laden cart. Children ran in circles playing tag. Tables were being drug from homes and buildings to line the square, and near the back of the square, abutting the church, a stage was being erected.

The air was crisp and a wind periodically set the pennants in motion bringing life but also a chill. An argument broke out in one corner of the square but over what the companions could have no way of knowing. It settled without fisticuffs, the opponents walking away in separate directions. As they walked closer they could see a man dressed somewhat more finely than the rest who appeared to be directing events and the thirty or so folks who were active in setting up whatever this was. A pair of armed men, outfitted with stiff leather armor that had seen better days and short swords, leaned lazily against the wall of one of the larger buildings. From the east a family of halflings led several donkeys into town, laden with many bundles. Closer still now, the companions could hear lots of chatter, and above it all, a dolorous bell started to ring, but whether it tolled the hour or some portent was hard to tell. The church door opened and three figures walked out into the morning light. From here the companions could see one was easily a clergyman of some stripe or another. The other two were a man and a woman. The man stood tall and proud, his salt and pepper hair blown back from his face by the breeze and his simple but finely made cloak billowed. The woman was stunning in her beauty, with long, flowing mahogany tresses. She was clothed in a dark green dress with red and gold trim, and walked a step or two away from the man, but with him. They did not look at each other as they passed through the square but all other eyes watched them with care. Work ceased and a hush fell until they passed out of sight, and then slowly the village of Hethton quietly came back to life.
 

 

Edited May 22, 2023 by Whitleyrr (see edit history)

[PureChance]

Alban Lord Stuart - Human Shadow Sorcerer 

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AC: 14  | HP: 27/27 | Initiative: +4 | Passive Perception: 11 (Darkvision 120ft) | HD: 3/3 | Inspiration 1/1 

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Alban spent the journey - blessedly less convoluted in nature - conversing with Cordelia where he could on subjects ranging from the Ars Magicka and the couriers own talent to her fathers work in the Trade Office. He quite freely shared his own history establishing contracts for House Stuart, many initially in his brothers name it seemed, until his unfortunate parting with his father; Vincent's death hammered home the wedge between the two with the same finality as Vincent.

Where he could not, he tried his damndest to engage the equally attractive (if uncannily hollow-seeming) Jozelle on the art of masquerade, and where the girl had honed her acting skills. He made no secret of the fact their beauty contributes to his pleasure of their company for his seemed most at home surrounded by alluring women, though his conversation - for all it is littered with light flirting - made clear he honestly wishes to learn form their skills. Both are invited to call him Alban - in private of course - before the journey's end, and thus the invitation politely extended to his remaining companions. Any evidence that suggested they already were was subject that common noble knack of ignoring any more inconvenient reality in favour of how things should be.

 

Dalin kept them all surprisingly well fed and watered; the catering and comfort she produced from what Alban would have described as bare woodland enough to rival even some of the better equipped ventures he had enjoyed. Clearly the mage had been right to acquire her skills, else they may have been haggard before arrival!

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The town rose before them like a bonfire atop the hill, promising all the flickering warmth of humanity. Alban took in the scene, wondering what event they had chanced upon. Perhaps there would be the chance for drinking and dancing - a little discretionary spending. Moreover, he would have the perfect excuse to let his own gaze wander over each choice young morsel in search of the Sinners Eye. He looked past the common folk with practiced ease, picking out a richer man - the mayor perhaps - and began to stride purposefully toward the gentleman before he too was taken by the spreading silence, struck by the finely dressed lady who challenged their own Cordelia, and the man who accompanied her. 'A worthy prize indeed', he thought....

 

OOC

 

 

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Stat Block

Imperial (variant) Human Sorcerer 3

Languages Common, Elven

Background Noble Background Feature Position of PrivilegeThanks to your noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure, and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere. You can secure an audience with a local noble if you need to.

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 StrSave +0
Athletics +0 11 DexSave +4
Acrobatics +4 | Sleight of Hand +4 | Stealth +6* 18 ConSave +5*
No skills associated. 16 IntSave +1
Arcana +3* | History +3* | Investigation +1 | Nature +1 | Religion +1 12 WisSave +1
Animal Handling +1 | Insight +1 | Medicine +1 | Perception +1 | Survival +1 12 ChaSave +6*
Deception +6* | Intimidation +4 | Performance +4 | Persuasion +6* 19

Proficiency Bonus +2 Saving Throws Con, Cha

Speed 30

Tools Calligrapher's Tools

Spell Attack Bonus +6 | Spell Save DC 14 | Spell Slots L1 4/4 ; L2 2/2

Sorcery PointsSubtle Spell - 1 point
Extended Spell - 1 point 3/3

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Actions

• Dagger +6 to hit for [1d4+4] piercing damage | Light, Finesse, Thrown 20/60
• Light Crossbow +6 to hit for [1d8+4] piercing damage | Loading, Two-handed, 80/320
• Mind Sliver DC14 INT Sv for [1d6] psychic damage | V, one creature, 60ft | -1d4 next saving throw
• Frostbite DC14 CON Sv for [1d6] cold damage | VS, one creature, 60ft | disadvantage next weapon attack roll

Bonus Actions

Reactions

• ShieldAn invisible barrier of magical force appears and protects you. Until the start of your next turn, you have a +5 bonus to AC, including against the triggering attack, and you take no damage from magic missile. [Hit by an attack / targeted by Magic Missile]

 

Edited May 22, 2023 by PureChance (see edit history)

[Karma Kameleon]

Cordelia Nightshade

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The three-day journey had passed more quickly than those which preceded. It seemed that being accompanied by a diverse and interesting group of companions made the journey more enjoyable. During their travels, Cordelia engaged in countless intellectually invigorating conversations with Alban and quickly built a bond with him. They discussed topics ranging from politics to their own respective roles within their families. They exchanged insight and shared their interests. And, although she suspected that Alban was maybe a philanderer of sorts, she couldn’t help but engage in a healthy dose of flirtation with the man. It had been a while since she had met a man as intelligent as he was handsome after all.

Cordelia found herself drawn to the jovial, unique and lively presence of the silver haired Dalin. Together, they guided the group through the autumn forest, with Cordelia assisting Dalin in gathering food and ensuring their path remained steady. In the quiet moments, they indulged in stories of their past travels, discovering shared experiences and exchanging tales of delectable cuisines and the vibrant arts they had encountered in their pasts. 

Curiosity piqued Cordelia's interest in Jozelle, as she attempted to unravel the enigmatic persona behind Jozelle's exterior, searching for glimpses of the true person beneath the assassin's veil. Cordelia was often left questioning whether she was witnessing the genuine Jozelle or an intricately crafted character designed to deceive. Nevertheless, they found solace in playing music together around the campfire for their comrades, using the harmonious melodies to create a comforting atmosphere amidst their journey.

Intrigued by the presence of a silver-armored lawful warrior named Alyssia, Cordelia sought to understand more about the order she served. Alyssia, with her stoic demeanor and unwavering commitment, commanded an air of respect. As a follower of Mosheach herself, Cordelia inquired about the principles and responsibilities of the Order of the Forest, eager to learn and appreciate the valor that Alyssia embodied.

Drench’s stoic, intimidating and imposing air made it difficult for Cordelia to dare socialize with him, but his silence made it that much more difficult. Still, she remained polite and courteous, patiently waiting as he scratched words onto the pages of his notebook when she conversed with him. Little by little, she was able to chip away and learn more about the man. She still didn’t know what had happened to him in detail, but she hoped that spending enough time with the group would clear the dark cloud that hung above his head.

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As the quaint but lively village of Hethton came into view, a smile was splayed across Cordelia’s lips. It seemed that the group had arrived just in time for a village wide event. There was no doubt that they would participate, these types of things were part of the many perks that came with a career involving traveling. Cordelia had placed a gentle hand on Alban’s shoulder to halt him when he had begun walking away from the group, but he stopped on his own when the couple exiting the church doors captivated her and everyone around as well. The hush that fell upon the villagers as they made their appearance was destabilizing, but in her eyes, signified that they likely held a position of power in the town. She made a mental note of their appearance and direction that they disappeared too, hoping to speak with them later.

With the power couple gone, the bustle of the town resumed and so Cordelia finally spoke, “Perhaps it would be prudent to first begin by finding accommodations for tonight? We need not attract attention to ourselves immediately, we are in no rush, and I doubt we will find what we are looking for so quickly.” she proposed as her eyes scanned her surroundings, “There may be limited availability at the inn if visitors have traveled here for this event, so best we check in sooner than later.” she smoothed out her dress and brushed a fallen tendril of hair from her face, “After sleeping in the brush for 3 nights now, I would personally appreciate a soft bed and warm bath. " her cheeks flushed a light pink as she continued preening her clothing and hair in embarrassment, "I’d really like to freshen up and look my best before engaging in any sort of conversation or activity, please.”

Edited May 25, 2023 by Karma Kameleon (see edit history)

[ariel]

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Dalin Ghillison

AC: 14 | HP: 46/46 | Rages: 3/3  | Passive Perception: 12 

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The journey hadn't been long enough for Dalin. If anyone had ever embodied the phrase, "it's about the journey, not the destination", it was the young dwarf on the road. She was a bit slower than the others but her incredible good health, determination and generally positive demeanor was obvious in her every day ability to, very plainly, keep going.

 

Having examined the map with the others at Kruthian's table, she never looked at it again, but somehow, she seemed to have committed it to memory. She was not educated, but the physical world and its features all seemed to make sense to her; she could see it fitting together like a puzzle without opening her eyes. The trail was here, water was there, this berry was edible and that mushroom was not. At night she would offer a hearty soup or stew with the day's pickings, pulling out (from her pack) some rather delicate spices from the other side of the world for their final supper on the trail.

 

Over the distance, Dalin tried to find time to speak to each person in the group individually. It was tough to find common ground with Alban, but they seemed to need each other and had some respect for the others abilities. Relationships had been been built on a lot less.

 

Cordelia was easy, they had plenty to talk about and got along well from the very beginning. Dalin always got a kick out of her speaking dwarven and she had many questions on how the young woman learned the language as they gathered food during the day.

 

Jozelle was a curious creature, and the dwarf would often think of questions for her... just to hear her talk. Light and dark, carefree and burdened, she was consistent in her contrast. The dwarf was still seeking words to describe her. Delicate, dangerous and dualism? Not quite... hm...

 

Alyssa was still a bit of a mystery, like a shiny nut, Dalin had yet to crack. The dwarf would keep trying with her. But Drench, the half-orc, despite being someone she offended at first meeting, was turning out to be a possible friend. Twice, after dinner, when the light was dying amid the trees, they stepped into the forest for a hunt. On the second night, moving through the darkness and despite both being able see quite fine, Dalin stumbled over a twisted root. The sound of Drench's hearty laughter was worth the embarrassment.

 

Dalin was silent as they reached the village, just taking it in. She was eager to dive in. This wasn't the destination, just another part of the journey.

 

Edited May 23, 2023 by ariel (see edit history)

[PureChance]

Alban Lord Stuart - Human Shadow Sorcerer 

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AC: 14  | HP: 27/27 | Initiative: +4 | Passive Perception: 11 (Darkvision 120ft) | HD: 3/3 | Inspiration 1/1 

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"An excellent suggestion," Alban replied smoothly, "as well well as Dalin has provisioned us, little compares to the comforts of real civilisation. Though I do fear for the rustic nature of this towns fine establishments."

 

He brushed some imaginary dirt from his robes, and the entire outfit flares bright and fresh again. "If you have no objections, I was going to inquire of that fine fellow where the best residences may be had," he stated, "you are, of course, more than welcome to remain here whilst I do so if you wish your first appearance to rival that of whomever just passed us by."

 

OOC

 

 

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Stat Block

Imperial (variant) Human Sorcerer 3

Languages Common, Elven

Background Noble Background Feature Position of PrivilegeThanks to your noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure, and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere. You can secure an audience with a local noble if you need to.

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 StrSave +0
Athletics +0 11 DexSave +4
Acrobatics +4 | Sleight of Hand +4 | Stealth +6* 18 ConSave +5*
No skills associated. 16 IntSave +1
Arcana +3* | History +3* | Investigation +1 | Nature +1 | Religion +1 12 WisSave +1
Animal Handling +1 | Insight +1 | Medicine +1 | Perception +1 | Survival +1 12 ChaSave +6*
Deception +6* | Intimidation +4 | Performance +4 | Persuasion +6* 19

Proficiency Bonus +2 Saving Throws Con, Cha

Speed 30

Tools Calligrapher's Tools

Spell Attack Bonus +6 | Spell Save DC 14 | Spell Slots L1 4/4 ; L2 2/2

Sorcery PointsSubtle Spell - 1 point
Extended Spell - 1 point 3/3

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Actions

• Dagger +6 to hit for [1d4+4] piercing damage | Light, Finesse, Thrown 20/60
• Light Crossbow +6 to hit for [1d8+4] piercing damage | Loading, Two-handed, 80/320
• Mind Sliver DC14 INT Sv for [1d6] psychic damage | V, one creature, 60ft | -1d4 next saving throw
• Frostbite DC14 CON Sv for [1d6] cold damage | VS, one creature, 60ft | disadvantage next weapon attack roll

Bonus Actions

Reactions

• ShieldAn invisible barrier of magical force appears and protects you. Until the start of your next turn, you have a +5 bonus to AC, including against the triggering attack, and you take no damage from magic missile. [Hit by an attack / targeted by Magic Missile]

 

[Karma Kameleon]

Cordelia Nightshade

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Cordelia’s nose crinkled at the thought of presenting herself in a state subpar to her standards, but Alban’s comment about the rustic nature of the village caused her to chuckle softly, ''It may pale in comparison to the luxury seen in Glammer, but anything will be better than waking up with dried leaves and twigs in my hair.'' she gave a nonchalant shrug and smile.

Alban’s suggestion caused Cordelia’s cheeks to flush a light pink, ''You flatter me so, Alban, but I dare not compare myself to such a beautiful woman and do not care for such rivalry or competition anyhow. It is not a question of vanity, more so that I am simply self conscious and wish to maintain certain standards when presenting myself.’’

She mirrored Alban’s movements, as she brushed her hands over her clothing and hair they took on a more crisp and fresh appearance. She then pulled an ornate golden compact from her purse, flipped it open and looked into its tiny mirror. Making sure her lips and makeup were not smudged, she reapplied some rouge to her lips with a gentle finger tip before slipping the compact back into its place, ''I have no objections. His recommendations will likely be more efficient than searching for a place ourselves, so this will have to do for now. I will accompany you.’’ satisfied with her quick refresh, she followed alongside Alban as they headed towards the well dressed man who was directing the workers.

Edited May 25, 2023 by Karma Kameleon (see edit history)

[Peacemonger]

Jozelle - Human (Rogue/Monk)

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AC: 16 | HP: 26/26 | Initiative: +8 | Passive Perception: 13

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On the trip, Jozelle remains something of an enigma, soft-spoken, curious, and seeing the world in her unique way. She occasional hums, always slower, more somber tunes. She walks incredibly light on her feet. What is perhaps oddest about Jozelle on the entire three-day trip is she seems to be relaxing more and more into it, as if the trip is comforting, even healing.

For Alban, Jozelle takes the compliments as someone trained to do so. He knows it, and she knows he knows it. No doubt he's not the first to make it clear she's beautiful, and she accepts it with little fanfare. Unlike Cordelia, she doesn't flirt back... or at least she doesn't in any typical way. When more words than not hold a poetic quality to it, it's difficult to tell if any words are meant to be more meaningful than others. Although she declines to comment on exactly where she learned her skills other than "the capital", she is willing to show him a few tricks. "Let go and forget who you are. Set all else to the side. Your goals, your grievances, your ambitions... are shadows. Live as the person you wish to be wholly, fully. There will be time to be yourself again when the moment is right."

Jozelle is happy to play music with Jozelle, though needs more than a little nudging to play anything more upbeat, anything quicker, songs with more uplifting messages. It's one of the few moments she shows any discomfort. Jozelle's quite talented, and with continued practice and dedication could make something of it. As to her true persona... after three days of watching, it's at least clear that the self-proclaimed murderer was not just putting on a quick show at their first meeting. As she also catches Jozelle showing Alban a few tricks, it's other personalities that the young woman can turn into whether it's the swooning merchant's daughter, the rough beggar girl, or the prideful artist. If the person Jozelle claims to be is a lie, then Jozelle is also lying to herself. In turn, Jozelle finds her more and more curious to all of Cordelia's various skills, no doubt interested in picking some of them up.

Jozelle is happy to answer Dalin's questions, though anything that might compromise her past work she politely declines whether it's what kinds of people she's killed, how she did it, who requested it, and so on. Anything else Jozelle is very much an open book. "There is something very right about the forest even as I know little how to survive in such a place. Perhaps my heart longs to be not just hunter, but hunted." "I find the taste of wine and the worth of it do not always pair together. It's like a game, where gold offers more ways to choose well... and decide poorly." Jozelle admires the Dwarf's straightforward nature, oddly seeing kinship rather than opposite in it.

Alyssia is in some ways Jozelle's opposite. Although Jozelle didn't exactly use the term "assassin", she's made it clear that her method is more underhanded, is not gallantly defending the weak, but striking when unexpected. For Jozelle's part, she doesn't seem to mind, doesn't see any sort of rivalry. No, by the third day she actually requests a friendly duel, not even to first blood, but simply to stretch their arms and perhaps learn a thing or two.

Drench is someone Jozelle is willing to give some space to, noticing he's not entirely comfortable with her getting too close. Whatever game intended or not she played at the start moving around each and every one of her companions stops as she gets to know each. She also seems to respect his silence, feeling it likely a little impolite to try to hold whole conversations if he's at a disadvantage. Besides, much can be said without words, and she makes a point to be a little slower, a little more peaceful around him as to not raise any alarms.

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"I believe I will wander about a bit. I wish to listen to Hethton's song, see its dance, read its poem. A simple, private room will do for me, if you would be so kind, Lord Stuart." Jozelle is one to observe first, and finds herself immediately drawn to walk around and continue to get a feel for the community. Are the happy, sad, restless? Are they hard-working, relaxed, curious? What can she learn by simply being around it all?

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Mechanics Main Hand: - (Rapier at hip) Off Hand: - Action: Going to roll an Insight to get a general sense of some of the people and a Perception for a general idea of what's around the town itself. Bonus Action: - Move: - Manipulate: - HD: 3/3d8

 

 

[PureChance]

Alban Lord Stuart - Human Shadow Sorcerer 

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AC: 14  | HP: 27/27 | Initiative: +4 | Passive Perception: 11 (Darkvision 120ft) | HD: 3/3 | Inspiration 1/1 

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Alban offered Cordelia his arm as they gracefully wove their way through the labouring villagers towards the well-dressed director. Despite its fresh appearance - rich shifting blues and purples, with curling tendrils of darkness picking at the edges and the occasional bird flying across - it did feel just a little gritty to the touch beneath. Almost exactly like it had been worn for 3 days straight on the trail.

 

With arrogant bearing, softened by a crafted smile, he greeted the man he hoped held some power. "A fine evening to you good sir! It seems my companions and I have struck lucky in our arrival to your little village - you're setting up for a party of some sort? I was hoping you would be able to direct us to your best accommodation - we are weary from our travels and may be staying several days. I imagine that such fiery festivity will be drawing many moths, and I would certainly hate to inconvenience anyone by ousting them from their room through our own poor planning."

 

"Oh, my apologies, I forgot to introduce myself! Lord Alban Stuart, and this here is Cordelia Nightshade, sole heir of the Nightshade family."

 

OOC

 

 

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Stat Block

Imperial (variant) Human Sorcerer 3

Languages Common, Elven

Background Noble Background Feature Position of PrivilegeThanks to your noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure, and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere. You can secure an audience with a local noble if you need to.

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 StrSave +0
Athletics +0 11 DexSave +4
Acrobatics +4 | Sleight of Hand +4 | Stealth +6* 18 ConSave +5*
No skills associated. 16 IntSave +1
Arcana +3* | History +3* | Investigation +1 | Nature +1 | Religion +1 12 WisSave +1
Animal Handling +1 | Insight +1 | Medicine +1 | Perception +1 | Survival +1 12 ChaSave +6*
Deception +6* | Intimidation +4 | Performance +4 | Persuasion +6* 19

Proficiency Bonus +2 Saving Throws Con, Cha

Speed 30

Tools Calligrapher's Tools

Spell Attack Bonus +6 | Spell Save DC 14 | Spell Slots L1 4/4 ; L2 2/2

Sorcery PointsSubtle Spell - 1 point
Extended Spell - 1 point 3/3

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Actions

• Dagger +6 to hit for [1d4+4] piercing damage | Light, Finesse, Thrown 20/60
• Light Crossbow +6 to hit for [1d8+4] piercing damage | Loading, Two-handed, 80/320
• Mind Sliver DC14 INT Sv for [1d6] psychic damage | V, one creature, 60ft | -1d4 next saving throw
• Frostbite DC14 CON Sv for [1d6] cold damage | VS, one creature, 60ft | disadvantage next weapon attack roll

Bonus Actions

Reactions

• ShieldAn invisible barrier of magical force appears and protects you. Until the start of your next turn, you have a +5 bonus to AC, including against the triggering attack, and you take no damage from magic missile. [Hit by an attack / targeted by Magic Missile]

 

[Karma Kameleon]

 

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Cordelia accepted Alban's offer and graciously entwined her arm with his. As they moved through the bustle, her demeanor shifted slightly as she held her shoulders back and head high, her poise and grace as she walked made her appear to almost float across the ground's surface. Her eyes scanned the surroundings carefully, noting places of interest. She smiled courteously to any whose eyes made contact with hers, and she chuckled softly in amusement as she watched a group of children playing tag run quickly past them.

As they arrived to their destination, now face to face with the man directing the workers of the event, Cordelia, known for being quite the talker, decided to take on a support role and let Alban take the lead. As he spoke, she gazed towards him with an expression of admiration. And when he made her introduction, she respectfully bowed her head towards the man, ''I offer my most humble salutations and thank you for for gracing us with your time and attention on this most eventful day.''

[ariel]

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Dalin Ghillison

AC: 14 | HP: 46/46 | Rages: 3/3  | Passive Perception: 12 

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Dalin's eyes closed a moment, to fix the streets and structures in place in her mind. Town was like forest, with buildings for trees.

 

As Alban strolled off with Cordelia, Dalin called after them "Don't forget to ask... where's the best food in town?" She nodded, satisfied thinking that at least Cordelia would follow up.

 

She glanced at the others, Jozelle had wandered off, leaving her with Drench and Alyssa. With mirth in her eyes, she winked once. "I'm going to go straight to the best source of info. Feel free to come along."

 

She took a few steps towards a small gaggle of kids playing tag. "Hey, anybody wanna see my mouse Bonnie? Y'all can pet her if yah can answer some questions for me. I'm new in town, name's Dalin. First off I'd like to know what's going on here... some kind of harvest festival? Secondly... who was that couple that seemed to stop time for y'all?" The dwarf put a hand up to the bedroll atop her pack and Bonnie scurried out into her palm. She closed her hands over the mouse in a careful hold, just letting her wee nose peek out.

Edited May 24, 2023 by ariel (see edit history)

[Whitleyrr]

Jozelle wandered away from the group, lost in her thoughts and observations. The village was larger than she first guessed, btu not so large that she couldn’t walk through it and back in a few hours. As the road ascended into the hill, so too did Hethton, with the houses she saw getting slightly larger and more well kept the higher she went. It was a busy time, she noted with ease, full of a hustle and bustle that was probably not normal. Many were setting out decorations on their doorsteps, and even the children seemed full of purpose. More than one grouping of people, though, grew silent as she passed, their conversation suddenly halting until she had sauntered by.
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“No! No! No! Not there! That one goes *there*, and *that* one goes there.” With a gesture as firm and declamatory as his words, the gentlemen turned towards the approaching Lord Stuart and Cordelia. He was dressed in navy breeches, tall white stockings slipped into black boots, a white (or mostly so) flowing shirt and a navy frock coat. Atop his head sat a matching hat in the bowler style. Cordelia and Lord Stuart both recognized the fashion, but also that it was out of step with this place, as if the gentleman had just returned from a trip to Glammer filled with delusions of self-grandeur while possessed of notably lighter purse. He was directing the construction of the stage and the men working at his direction were struggling with where certain banners might go. “Bah! Just put them down and take a break. We’ll never get this done at this rate.” A wide smile broke out like a rash (and with the same effect upon the viewer) across his face as he said, “Welcome, friends! I am Mayor Bartholomew Dovero and I see you are not from Hethton, my Lord Stuart and Lady Nightshade, but you have arrived just in time for the Hearthshome Festival. Perhaps relatives of residents, then, in the area for the party? It’ll be bigger and better than last year, there’s no doubt! The cider is particularly good –excellent fortitude– if you take my meaning.” His once over of both of them (lingering a bit on Cordelia) indicated he knew very well they were not relatives of residents, but he struggled to figure out why these city folks might be here, now, of all times. “We’ve got a most wonderful inn and tavern, just up the hill on the other side of the square, the Drunken Worm Inn it’s called properly, pardon the crass name. I’m afraid you may find it a bit rustic but that’s the way we like it in Hethton. I think you’ll find they have accommodations still; this is a significant festival, but a local one, not too many guests coming in from out of town, uh, save your good selves, that is. You’ll want to speak to Otho or Della Falcron, proprietors.”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the half set-up stage, Dalin amused some children with Bonnie. When she asked what was going on a chorus of small voices rose in total excitement, “Hearthshome! It’s the Hearthshome Festival!” They clapped hands and jumped around, unable to contain themselves. When she inquired about the couple, they grew quiet. Some genuinely had no idea what she was talking about, but one of the older girls said, “That’s Mr. Uriah and the Lady Ittia. They’re married.” Another girl, about the same age, added, “My dad says at least for now.” A younger boy said, with nothing but pure reverence in his voice, “Mr. Uriah is a hero. He fought in many wars!” “Not many, you dolt!” corrected another kid, swatting the first on the back of the head, “The war! The Goblin War!” The first boy didn’t stand for the correction too well and puffed himself up, saying “Many battles then! Geez, Sullivan, you don’t always have to be right!”

Somewhere below the stage, Drench and Alyssia stood looking on, taking it all in.

[Karma Kameleon]

Cordelia Nightshade

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Cordelia smiled politely towards the Mayor as he presented himself and welcomed them warmly. Perhaps she was inspired by her talks with Jozelle, but she didn't think it prudent to flaunt the true reason behind their visit so openly, deciding to take the road of deception in her response. Her arm squeezed Alban's slightly, pulling him in closer as she responded to the Mayor's inquiry about if they were relatives of residents here for the party, ''Oh no, we are here simply by chance! I have business related matters to attend to in Khul'anthalis and my dear Alban offered to accompany me on my journey.'' she glanced towards the man lovingly as she mentioned his name, ''It is most splendid that we arrived just in time for this festival, is it not?'' she asked him with a wide smile before turning her attention back towards the mayor, ''You have a lovely little town here Mayor Dovero. We still have quite a distance to go, but alas I am fatigued from our travels. Perhaps we may stay and rest few days before continuing our journey?'' she suggested before once again bowing her head to the mayor respectfully when he directed them to the inn , ''Thank you kindly for your hospitality and recommendations.''
 

OOC

Cordelia will use Jack of all trades to boost her deception roll 🙂

Edited May 25, 2023 by Karma Kameleon (see edit history)

[PureChance]

Alban Lord Stuart - Human Shadow Sorcerer 

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AC: 14  | HP: 27/27 | Initiative: +4 | Passive Perception: 11 (Darkvision 120ft) | HD: 3/3 | Inspiration 1/1 

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Alan played along with Cordelia's deception appropriately, pleasantly surprised she had embarked upon such. Certainly he'd had the same intention. Mentally, he picked apart the man before him, the latest city fashions - slightly ill-fitting as to be off-the-rack rather than tailored - the manner of speech, the affectations.

 

He added interspersed with Cordelia, as if old friends who knew when the other would pause for conversation. "Yes the festival should be a delightful break I imagine my dear Cordelia. I'm sure if the Drunken Worm Inn is good enough for a fashionable gentleman such as our Mayor here it will be good enough for us."

 

As they moved to part with the man he offered "You're obviously very busy setting up such a grand event, but perhaps I can buy you some of this famous cider if you stop by later? Weary as we are, I'm sure we'll be up for a few hours yet."

 

With their task complete, and the mayor sufficiently flattered Alban hoped, he stepped through the town square with Cordelia. He trusted that the others would find their way to the accommodations appropriately, after all a town like this couldn't have too many places to stay.

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Alban pushed open the worn oak door to The Drunken Worm, a faded sign hanging outside making it known to him. Inside, he's greeted by a warm fire in the crackling in corner, and a rather sparsely occupied bar, considering the surprisingly palatable aromas snaking round from the kitchen. Most of the usual crowd must be setting up for the festival he surmised. Approaching the bar he took a shot at the lady behind's identity. "Della Falcron? The Mayor recommended your services to us. We'll be staying a few nights, and will need several rooms if that is ok. I trust this will cover expenses for now." He slid several gold coins across the counter, as he rested an elbow to await her reply.

 

OOC

Not sure what an appropriate amount of gold would be, but I imagine Alban might know. He's deliberately overpaying somewhat, to flaunt his wealth, and also guarantee good service.

 

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Stat Block

Imperial (variant) Human Sorcerer 3

Languages Common, Elven

Background Noble Background Feature Position of PrivilegeThanks to your noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure, and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere. You can secure an audience with a local noble if you need to.

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 StrSave +0
Athletics +0 11 DexSave +4
Acrobatics +4 | Sleight of Hand +4 | Stealth +6* 18 ConSave +5*
No skills associated. 16 IntSave +1
Arcana +3* | History +3* | Investigation +1 | Nature +1 | Religion +1 12 WisSave +1
Animal Handling +1 | Insight +1 | Medicine +1 | Perception +1 | Survival +1 12 ChaSave +6*
Deception +6* | Intimidation +4 | Performance +4 | Persuasion +6* 19

Proficiency Bonus +2 Saving Throws Con, Cha

Speed 30

Tools Calligrapher's Tools

Spell Attack Bonus +6 | Spell Save DC 14 | Spell Slots L1 4/4 ; L2 2/2

Sorcery PointsSubtle Spell - 1 point
Extended Spell - 1 point 3/3

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Actions

• Dagger +6 to hit for [1d4+4] piercing damage | Light, Finesse, Thrown 20/60
• Light Crossbow +6 to hit for [1d8+4] piercing damage | Loading, Two-handed, 80/320
• Mind Sliver DC14 INT Sv for [1d6] psychic damage | V, one creature, 60ft | -1d4 next saving throw
• Frostbite DC14 CON Sv for [1d6] cold damage | VS, one creature, 60ft | disadvantage next weapon attack roll

Bonus Actions

Reactions

• ShieldAn invisible barrier of magical force appears and protects you. Until the start of your next turn, you have a +5 bonus to AC, including against the triggering attack, and you take no damage from magic missile. [Hit by an attack / targeted by Magic Missile]

 

[ariel]

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Dalin Ghillison

AC: 14 | HP: 46/46 | Rages: 3/3  | Passive Perception: 12 

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Dalin was enjoying her interaction with the children. She often felt sad that becoming an adult often meant losing wonder at just being alive in the moment.

 

She grinned, holding Bonnie out for pats, encouraging single finger touches only. "The Hearthshome festival, aye? What's that for? Looks like there will be some kind of show?" She gestured to the stage.

 

And this, *Mr. Uriah*, he sounds important... does he have some say in how things go around here? When did they get married? Folks got all quiet when they walked through... felt like I should curtsey or something. Lady Ittia is right pretty." She paused to look at the older girls who'd seemed to know what was going on and then glanced back to see the direction Alban and Cordelia were walking.

 

Looking to the younger kids, "Bonnie can do some tricks, wanna see one?"

[Karma Kameleon]

Cordelia Nightshade

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Still arm in arm, Cordelia followed Alban's lead as they crossed the town square and headed for the Drunken Worm Inn, giving Dalin a friendly smile and wave as they passed by. She took a mental note to advise the others of their cover story and wondered what roles the others would play in it as they strolled casually towards their destination. Alyssia and Drench could pass easily enough as their body guards, Dalin as a guide and chef, but what of Jozelle?

As they stepped into the Inn, they were greeted by delightful smells and a warm fire. She gave a cordial nod to the woman working behind the bar and waited silently, as Alban spoke. She glanced around the quaintly decorated vicinity and at its occupants, a ball forming in her stomach as she wondered how far they would take their ruse. She knew that word of their arrival would quickly spread in a small village such as this, and they had just posed as a couple before the mayor of all people. She worried that it may seem odd if they weren't to share a room and wondered if Alban had the same thought. She cleared her throat, if they had to share a room, it was no worse than sleeping alongside one another in the woods like they had for the past 3 nights, right?

Edited May 25, 2023 by Karma Kameleon (see edit history)