Session Five One

Arothir: Hey there Shen.
Kiergath: Heeeeeyyyy there, nick
Shenvallei: All hail Alex the DM of the year!
Kiergath: ...
Kiergath: What?
Kiergath: man
  • Kiergath fumes. *
    Shenvallei: Well to be fair.
    Shenvallei: Hes the only DM Ive played with in the past year.
    Kiergath: fair enough
    Shenvallei: But still hes the DM of the year.
    Arothir: Lawl.
    Arothir: Thanks, Nick.
    Kiergath: yeah.. thanks, nick.
    Shenvallei: Will there be anyone else joining us at some point? Not like I care, the current setup is working well.
    Attempting to assign the role of PLAYER to Shenvallei…
    Kiergath: gives me an excuse not to take over
    Arothir: ...god no
    Kiergath: I got nobody then
    Arothir: He would try to wreck the campaign the moment he found out I was DMing
    Kiergath: pretty much
    Kiergath: so you should realize it was a hollow threat
    Shenvallei: How about Karth?
    Kiergath: ...sorry, Karth is Dave
    Shenvallei: lol
    Shenvallei: nice
    Kiergath: lets see..
    Kiergath: Chris’d be happy to join us, but he can’t regularly
    Kiergath: so he may be in and out.
    Shenvallei: Grabbing water and taking an afk if you want to start go ahead Im sure Im still upstairs in my room studying.
    Arothir: Yeah
    Arothir: Well, more or less
    Arothir: lol
    Kiergath: Lol
    Kiergath: lets see.. who else was there..
    Kiergath: Brett..
    Kiergath: but he’s never around either
    Arothir: Uh
    Kiergath: he pinged me a day or so ago to let me know he was still alive.
    Arothir: Sammy!
    Arothir: Ah, nice of him
    Kiergath: ...Sam? I ain’t heard from Sam in years, man
    Kiergath: do you?
    Arothir: Newp
    Arothir: PIYA?!
    Kiergath: sigh
    Kiergath: ...I wish
    Kiergath: LOL.
    Kiergath: that would be hillarious.
    Kiergath: Piya, Kindalla and Ulven were good people.
    Arothir: yeah
    Arothir: Shame…
    Arothir: I tried e-mailing her a while back
    Arothir: Nothing
    Arothir: Which was odd
    Arothir: Him?
    Arothir: w/e
    Kiergath: Hmmm
    Kiergath: Him, I believe
    Arothir: I do too
    Kiergath: Could be wrong
    Arothir: But I’m so used to the RP being her
    Kiergath: eyep
    Kiergath: LOL… I still remember the first time we met Piya..
    Arothir: yeah?
    Kiergath: Leaning against buildings in Tesso, bullshitting and looking important
    Kiergath: and she walked up asking if we’d seen some damned PKer
    Arothir: yep
    Arothir: Hiram was good at looking important
    Shenvallei: k
    Arothir: Especially once he joined the Dragons
    Arothir: Hm
    Arothir: Okahy
    Arothir: Shen, it seems like another uneventful day when you wake up, but when you head downstairs, it becomes immediately apparent that something is…off.
    Arothir: While your usual table is empty, with a few more chairs than normal, the rest of the inn is fairly packed.
    Arothir: It seems like there is only just enough room for everyone to be comfortable.
    Arothir: The mood is fairly subdued, but there’s a tingle of excitement in the air.
    Shenvallei: Ill head over and sit at the open table and listen to anything I can hear.
    Arothir: You are shortly joined by Jess, and Alusair who ambles down a few minutes later.
    Arothir: A fresh drink of eggnog is placed in front of each of you, as well as a very light breakfast. A bit on the skimpy side, really.
    Arothir: Listen check!
    Alusair: “What in the blazes is going on…”
    Alusair: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [9,5] = (14)
    Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [7] = (7)
    Shenvallei: +2 if it helps
    Arothir: It does, slightly.
    Arothir: You both hear the phrase
    Arothir: “Eight Hundred Years Old!”
    Arothir: Multiple times.
    Shenvallei: Also can I assume that Ive finished copying both spells into my book?
    Alusair: “
    Arothir: in hushed whispers, all around the bar.
    Arothir: And yes, yes you have.
    Shenvallei: Hmm.
    Arothir: Jess: ...uhh…I’ve never seen it crowded…. not in all my time here…not like this.
    Shenvallei: Ill whisper to the people at the table next to me. “Hello friend, I notice things are a bit different here. Whats happening, and who is Eight Hundred years old?”
    Alusair: “Well, this is rather extraordinary..”
    Shenvallei: Updated my spell list.
    Shenvallei has sent you a tree node…
    Shenvallei: “It is, isnt it? Not sure if its a good thing or a bad thing.”
    Arothir: A man turns to you, with eyes black as night, no pupils, no irises, just black, but otherwise he looks perfectly human. “How could you not know that Kre’aarr was turning Eight Hundred today? This is incredible! And to think that all these humans are here to witness this momentous occasion!”
    Shenvallei: Ill take a sip of the nog to see if its up to standard.
    Shenvallei: Ill look at the man and smile innocently. “Forgive me who is Kre’aarr?”
    Arothir: It’s…well, frankly put, amazing. It has just the right amount of cinnamon to egg to nog ratio.
    Arothir: He smiles and points at the door. “He is Kre’aarr.”
    Shenvallei: Shoot a gaze in that direction.
    Arothir: A glance to the door nets you a view of what can be best described as a humanoid buzzard. Atop his head sits a chef’s hat, an apron tied around what passes for a waist. Despite looking fiersome enough to tear the limbs off a cow with ease, he seems rather friendly. Not quite jovial, but at least he looks good for his age.”
    Arothir: Nevermind that last “
    Alusair: ”. . . a fiend?”
    Alusair: “They’re celebrating… the birthday.. of a fiend.”
    Shenvallei: “Oh is he the chef here?” I had wondered where all this fine culinary foods came from.
    Shenvallei: add a ” to the end
    Arothir: The bartender, who has found his way over
  • Alusair leans back, staring up in amazement, wonder, or possibly good old fashioned confusion. *
    Arothir: “Oh, he may be a fiend, but he’s the finest chef I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. I’m honored that he asked for me to cook for his party. He actually owns a bar not too far from here.”
    Shenvallei: “Hmm I had thought fiends were more interested in evil-doing than cooking. Amazing to be proven wrong by the wonders of this place yet again!”
    Alusair: “There are times I love Sigil.. and times I hate Sigil. I’m not sure which of those this day is turning out to be.”
    Shenvallei: Detect Magic on the fiend as quietly as I can.
    Arothir: You can, very quietly
    Arothir: But aside from his own naturally sparkly personality
    Arothir: He’s not magical at all
    Arothir: He’s moved deeper into the inn by now
    Arothir: and the mood seems to be escalating
    Arothir: Cheers occasionally break out at tables he passes
    Shenvallei: “Well he has not magic working for him directly. Maybe he is a goodly sort of fiend? I must admit Im a bit suspicious Al.”
  • Alusair looks at him for a moment, and turns to Shen with a look of stunned disbelief *
    Alusair: “He’s.. not.. evil?”
    Shenvallei: “Oh I know not. I simply know he isnt emanating any auras. As in he has no magic spells on him that Im able to detect.”
    Alusair: “No.. no… thats not a question to you..”
    Alusair: “He’s.. not evil..”
    Shenvallei: I raise my cup of nog and stand smiling. Waiting for a birthday speech of some sort.
    Shenvallei has sent you a tree node…
    Arothir: I got the spell list, Shen
    Arothir: :P
    Arothir: No need to send it twice
    Shenvallei: sorry updated it again
    Shenvallei: do I have to keep sending it
    Shenvallei: every time I update?
    Arothir: No worries
    Arothir: Just whisper things to me
    Shenvallei: ok
    Arothir: if you make major changes
    Arothir: Or minor ones
    Arothir: No need to constantly keep sending it to me
    Arothir: I’ll get confused.
    Arothir: No apparent speech is coming
    Arothir: Listen check
    Alusair: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [3,5] = (8)
  • Alusair is stlil in stunned oblivion. *
    Arothir: Oh, delicious oblivion
    Arothir: Shen?
    Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [7] = (7)
    Shenvallei: +2
    Arothir: I’ll let you chaps roll those again
    Arothir: I’m feeling charitable
    Arothir: :P
    Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [6] = (6)
    Shenvallei: +2
    Shenvallei: [1d20+2<!- Official Roll ->] => [9,2] = (11)
    Arothir: Damn, shen
    Shenvallei: hah ok
    Shenvallei: figured out th
    Arothir: Finally, above a 10
    Arothir: :P
    Shenvallei: figured out the
    Shenvallei: the uh dice thing
    Alusair: heh
    Arothir: hahaha
    Arothir: I gotcha
    Arothir: Alusair?
    Arothir: Care to roll again?
    Arothir: Or still in stunned oblivion.
    Arothir: Gotcha
    Arothir: :P
    Arothir: Shenvallei, you hear a high pitched giggle come from the direction the doorway. Just hearing it makes you want to laugh.
    Arothir: Jess buries her head in her ‘nog
    Alusair: ...
    Shenvallei: Where is the doorway in relation to us and where the fiend is standing.
    Arothir: DIAGRAM TIME
    Alusair: The fiend, I suspect, is as a table in the corner, so as to avoid being surrounded by more people than necessary
    Alusair: is at
    Shenvallei: oh that is a cool tool
    Shenvallei: got it.
  • Alusair drains her mug, mumbles a short, almost sincere apology to Jess, and proceeds to lean her head on Jess’s shoulder, pretending to be asleep. *
    Shenvallei: The S is me?
    Arothir: Yes
    Arothir: ...never used the text editor
    Arothir: :P
    Alusair: its handy.
    Arothir: I like it.
    Arothir: HOORAY ORPG
    Shenvallei: Ill turn around and look at who is laughing.
    Arothir: You see, standing in the doorway, a male human, and a female gnome. The gnome seems to be tittering almost uncontrollably.
    Arothir: (Brace yourselves, incoming WALL OF TEXT)
    Arothir: Text: The man, standing just short of six feet, always seems at ease, even when he is on guard. His crystal blue eyes never dart about, but make rather sweeping motions, taking in vast expanses of the local geography. When he’s standing, he casually leans against his halberd, his feet idly crossed. His bronze hair is neatly combed back, yet there are always a few strands which find themselves annoyingly splayed over his right eye.

    Van is garbed in a navy blue shirt, cut close to his form, and stitched tightly together with dark leather, over which fits a suitably polished breast plate. His pants, simple, gray, and loose fitting, still manage to showcase his powerful leg muscles. They are secured with a simple black belt, which is overlapped by a sword belt. On this belt, slung parallel to his waistline, along his back, is a broadsword, which rarely seems to be unsheathed, and a dagger, slung above his left thigh. Another belt, apparently stitched into the right pant leg, contains the sheath for another dagger. Wherever his skin is uncovered, however, radiates a healthy, though seemingly unnatural, almost golden glow.

    A combat harness fits tightly over his breastplate, allowing a dagger to be fastened, handle downwards, in front of his left shoulder, for easy access. Attached between the belt and the harness is a sling, on which is attached his coinpurse, which is usually fastened to the front of his belt, but it can move freely when tugged loose, so that funds can be easily accessed. Looped around the other belt is a small collection of fasteners, used to hook new acquisitions to his harness.

    His boots, with heavy tread, tend to crumple to halfway up his calf, and are made of a nice black leather.

    Accompanying him, in a simple, cute, yet flouncy dress, seemingly brand new but with already a few smudges on it, is a pretty gnome, reaching 3’6” with long red hair, done up into two tails which are pinned out of the way of her face. Adorning the top of her head, aiding in pinning hair away from her face, are an enormous pair of goggles. Regardless, they seem like they would fit her rather well. In one hand is a rather lengthy tome, which she grips tightly. The other hangs loosely at her side.

    From the way the man looks at her, they might have been holding hands until just before they walked into the bar. Or maybe not. They head over towards your table, after spying no other spare seats.

    Arothir: (Warned you)
  • Alusair opens one eye to look up at Jess, “Interesting perfume. I like it.” She closes the eye and seems in danger of sincerely drifting into unconsciousness. *
    Arothir: Jess giggles, a little bit.
    Arothir: (Let me know when you’ve read that much, Nick)
    Shenvallei: done.
    Arothir: Kay, just checking.
    Shenvallei: Ill look at them as they approach and then glance around realizing we have the only open seats. I then slide my chair closer to Jess and sit next to her the whole while smiling at the gnome and taller being.
    Arothir: The man approaches the table, almost timidly. “Excuse me you three, I was wondering if we might sit with you?”
    Shenvallei: I sniff the air but not noticably to see if they are pleasant enough.
    Arothir: Er…as in, have they bathed recently?
    Arothir: Yes, yes they have.
    Shenvallei: right.
    Shenvallei: “By all means my friend.”
    Arothir: The man pulls out a chair for the gnome, who promptly buries her nose in her book, before seating himself. He seems to have left his halberd up by the bar. “Many thanks… now, in an effort to make Sigil a less strange place, who might the three of you be? I am Van (Which he pronounces Vahn).”
  • Alusair mumbles “Alusair” without moving. She seems to have taken a liking to Jess’s shoulder, and isn’t inclined to sit up at the moment. *
    Shenvallei: “Shenvallei D’anseille of Sasal at your service. But you can call me Shen. This is Jesebel. A pleasure to meet your aquaintence!”
    Arothir: Van smiles at you and offers his hand for a hearty handshake. Jess merely waves slightly, not wanting to disturb Alusair.
    Shenvallei: Offer my hand in a foppish manner.
  • Alusair mumbles under her breath about “fiend chefs” and “barmy sensates” never being a problem until Clueless wizards got involved in the picture. *
    Arothir: He shakes your hand enthusiastically
    Arothir: “So wha—-Oh, how rude of me! My lovely companion here is Kellisandra. If you don’t mind me asking, are you three native to Sigil, or just passing through?”
    Arothir: He looks…well, curious.
    Shenvallei: “Im new here, come to study my books and learn what I can. Al here has been an indispensible friend and guide. Jesebel here just recently joined us but she is native enough I believe.”
    Arothir: Jess: Born and….unfortunately…raised…in Sigil…”
    Alusair: *muttered
    “Whole damned affair is barmier than a prime in a gehreleth kitchen.. staffed by slaadi.”
    Alusair: “Err… what? Oh.. been ‘ere the last.. fifty years..”
  • Alusair keeps one eye open to a slit to keep an eye on things. *
    Shenvallei: “By the way, you have found a nice place here in this bar. Ive not seen better thus far. Very generous and friendly staff.”
    Arothir: “Ah, myself, I frequent Kre’aarr’s place, The Celestial Peaks. The food there is quite delicious.”
    Arothir: Listen checks!
    Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [3] = (3)
    Alusair: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [6,5] = (11)
    Shenvallei: +2!
    Arothir: Alusair, you hear a faint tinging from the bar.
    Shenvallei: “Oh so you are here for his birthday then, splendid!”
    Arothir: Van: Of course! He’s been a wonderful friend to me thus far. Helped me and my friends out after we escaped from slavery.
    Alusair: “Som’one lookit the soddin’ bar.”
    Shenvallei: “Oh let me guess…”
    Shenvallei: Look at the bar.
    Alusair: :P
    Arothir: The bartender is standing on the bar
    Arothir: Pinging a glass with what looks like a knife
    Arothir: but it doesn’t look like anything you’d cut or stab a person with.
    Arothir: He clears his throat once the noise has died down.
    Arothir: “Now, I realize not all of you here know what’s going on. If that’s the case, I’d like you all to step outside, because there’s a line out there of people who want to get in, and one of them’s a Cornugon, and we all know how much they love queues.” There’s some laughter. “All seriousness aside, I’m glad that we are all here to celebrate the Eight Hundredth birthday of Kre’aarr, a close personal friend of mine. I’d say he taught me everything he knows, but he’s not my father.” A spattering of laughter.
    Alusair: “Cornugon.. vrock.. wierd buddies… bloody Cage… barmier than a Bleaker convention..”
    Alusair: (more said in between.. but kind’ve mumbling. )
    Arothir: “I hope that for everyone here this is a day to remember, because Eight Hundred years is hard to come by! I invite you all to raise your glasses with me to Kre’aarr, who’s always been so much more than a fiend to me. He’s always been a friend!” There’s some groaning, but the whole bar raises their glasses.
    Shenvallei: I stand and raise my cup smiling.
    Shenvallei: I look at Jesebel and Al.
  • Alusair gropes around on the table for her empty mug and raises it ackwardly. *
    Arothir: Jess raises her cup as much as she can, without standing
    Shenvallei: Are they drunk?
    Alusair: who?
    Shenvallei: You and Jesebel.
    Arothir: Jess isn’t drunk, no
    Alusair: I’m not drunk.. I’m just comfortable
    Alusair: “If you want me to move, I guess I can, but I’d rather not. If I move, I might have to admit I understand whats going on.”
  • Shenvallei looks sidelong at Jesebel and Alusair raises an eyebrow smiling and then turns back to the speech.” *
    Arothir: A loud cheer goes up from across the bar. Much drink is spilt onto the floor. Moments later, music erupts randomly from some corner of the bar
    Shenvallei: Prestdigitation to make a shower of sparks appear in the bar with a light popping sound.
  • Alusair studies Van out of one barely open eye, “So.. what brings you to the Cage? You don’t talk like a local.” *
    Arothir: “Oh, well…by and large I wasn’t, until now. I fancy myself an adventurer…you know, taking the fight to evil across the planes!”
    Arothir: “But…uh…I got bagged by a Collector a few weeks ago…and…well, after my daring escape, things have kind of settled down…”
    Alusair: “Taking the fight.. to evil.. nice idea.. usually lacks in execution..”
    Alusair: “Evil tends to have the same plan.. causes problems..”
    Shenvallei: “Al here is quite on the same train of thought as you are Van.” I say this as I sit back down.
  • Shenvallei then glances back at Al. “Well sometimes.” *
    Alusair: “
    mumbles* So theres more to life’n.. killin’ an’ burnin’ an’ shite.. judgin’ from that gnome, I s’pect Van here knows that as well as I do.”
    Shenvallei: “Indeed.”
    Arothir: “That’s very true… but sometimes, you’ve got to fight for what you believe in, no matter what the odds are. That’s how I freed Kelli here. If I hadn’t been looking to right wrongs, well..”
    Alusair: “Fight.. fight.. you talk about fighting.. awful lot.”
    Shenvallei: “So I take it you are handy with that long axe you have.”
  • Alusair lifts her head up for the first time int he conversation, to study Van more closely, “But I don’t hear ya say much about killin’. And it takes as much or more of that than it does fightin’.” She lowers her head again. *
    Arothir: “Oh, that? Yeah…you might say I’m pretty good with it… but it’s more an extension of me than anything else. And..well… death…has it’s place, but… what cause for death is there when the person hasn’t wronged?”
    Shenvallei: “Ive known Al long enough to know that if you stay in Sigil long enough your morals can change. Her judgement has been infallable thus far.”
  • Alusair sighs deeply, finally sitting up with a rueful glance at Jess. She starts rubbing the shoulder she’d been leaning on, worried she might’ve put it to sleep leaning on it by now. “I can see I’m going to have to actually talk, huh. Not as clueless as you look.” *
    Arothir: Van grins, and you see him make some gesture to the barmaid when she brings more drinks for everyone.
    Arothir: Spot check to attempt to identify
    Alusair: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [4,5] = (9)
    Alusair: Yeah, right
    Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [1] = (1)
    Arothir: Right.
    Alusair: “What is destroying evil worth to you, Van?” She looks at him a moment before continuing, “If the only way to deal with a fiend – real evil basher, not like this Vrock – involved killing a few people who, with even a little nudging, could have been good people… would that be going too far?”
    Arothir: ”...I mean…if I had to, I suppose…I don’t live to kill… but yeah… if removing that fiend was going to do enough good… and I couldn’t avoid it… I guess I would kill them.”
  • Alusair gives a sort’ve half smile, pleased but not necessarily happy about it, “Then maybe you’re one of the few that have a good heart, and at the same understand what it means to seek victory over evil.” *
    Shenvallei: “Oh sheesh you sound like a pair of holy templar knights. Come now its a party, relax! Jesebel care to dance?”
    Arothir: Jess smiles
    Arothir: “Why Shenvallei, I would love to.”
    Alusair: “
    sighs and shakes her head at Shen* Hopeless basher, you are. Go, then, enjoy yourselves. I’ll stay here and continue rattling our guest.”
    Shenvallei: I dance to the best of my ability. (lol)
    Arothir: Jess stands up, her low cut dress cutting a path to a bunch of tables which have been pushed together to create an impromptu dance floor.
    Arothir: Uh…If you have ranks in Perform, roll it, otherwise, Two Reflex Checks will do
    Arothir: :
    Arothir: :P
    Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [15] = (15)
    Shenvallei: [1d20<!- Official Roll ->] => [9] = (9)
    Shenvallei: +4
    Arothir: You do fairly well for yourself, as dancing with a Sensate has a +15 Competence bonus
  • Alusair looks at Van and gestures at Shen, looking now sad and thoughtful. *
    Alusair: “He’s a good kid… heart like gold.. fight the entire multiverse if he had to for a friend..”
    Arothir: “It’s hard to find friends like that. I know the type… Hell..” Van nods his head towards the gnome.
    Alusair: “Doesn’t have the stomach for slaughter, and I envy him for it. You know that? He doesn’t have the drive to carry on a fight like this.. and I hope he never does.”
    Arothir: “Why should he endeavor to carry the multiverse on his shoulders? Help him fight the battles he can, and you’ll all be better for it. Not everyone can take on the world.”
  • Alusair chuckles, “He shouldn’t, but some of us feel the need to do it, all the time.. I know, I fear I’m one of them..” *
    Alusair: “But I think you understand that drive, as well..”
    Arothir: Van smiles sadly and nods.
    Alusair: “I think thats why I was drawn to him in the first place.. he has something I’ve lost.. something I’ll probably never have again. I envy him, but I wouldn’t wish any of it on him for all the wealth on the planes.”
    Arothir: (You there Shen?)
    Shenvallei: (yes am now.)
    Shenvallei: oh
    Arothir: “Maybe that’s why people like us need to protect that innocence, eh? Keep them fighting for purity, to protect those what lost it, eh?”
    Shenvallei: (hang on.)
  • Alusair shrugs, taking a sip of whatever was placed in her mug. *
    Arothir: More ‘nog
    Arothir: Van sips at whatever is in his mug discontentedly
    Alusair: “Silver for whatevers eating you, mate.”
    Arothir: “Oh…this is just piss poor imitation wine… can’t find anything which tastes quite like what that fiend serves.”
    Arothir: Jess and Shen arrive at the table
    Arothir: Jess is positively beaming
  • Alusair doesn’t give them a glance as they return, simply leaning onto the table on her elbows, one hand still wrapped around her mug. *
    Arothir: “Last time I tried to take Kelli dancing, I got laughed at awful hardly.”
    Arothir: Somewhere in the bar, someone starts singing horribly
  • Shenvallei sits “Hey Al, you recognize those leather clad types? They seem to be acting a bit suspicious.” I scan the room for the one visiting tables. *
    Alusair: ”... huh?”
  • Shenvallei motions at the doorway. *
    Alusair: Glance in that direction
    Arothir: Indeed, at the doorway stand two men, seemingly clad in leather
    Arothir: (From this distance, at any rate)
    Arothir: There’s a bit of an opening around them
    Arothir: They frame the doorway, and nobody seems like they want to leave
    Alusair: “No clue, no interest.”
    Alusair: “Who’s that berk trying to sing? It sounds like someone stepping on a bariaur.”
    Shenvallei: “Or an Osquip’s mating call, yeech!” covers his ears.
    Arothir: You do so
    Arothir: This sets off a chain of unforseen events.
    Arothir: Shen’s elbow knocks over a mug into the man’s lap who he talked to earlier, causing him to leap up and yelp in dispair. This causes shouting from the direction of the doorway, and suddenly an arrow sprouts from the chest of a nearby bar patron
    Arothir: The man with the black eyes ducks down, and the crowd seems to be parting on its way towards your table
    Shenvallei: I look to see if I can tell who fired the arrow.
    Alusair: “You know, it would be nice to have a MOMENT’S PEACE just for ONE day.”
    Arothir: A man is approaching, causing the separation in the crowd, with a bow and arrow drawn
  • Alusair slams her mug down onto the tabletop as she finishes that statement, standing up. *
    Shenvallei: Is it the man with black eyes?
    Alusair: nah.. he’s hiding
    Arothir: Yep.
    Shenvallei: What does this man look like?
    Arothir: This man, about 6’4”, black hair, yellow eyes, full suit of leather armor, bow and arrow and a longsword strapped to his side
    Alusair: Look at the arrowheads.
    Arothir: Spot check
    Alusair: [1d20+5<!- Official Roll ->] => [16,5] = (21)
    Alusair: yeah.
    Alusair: And I dabble in weaponcrafting.. try to identify the metal
    Arothir: Arrowhead is black and glistening…hard to identify the metal, though.
    Arothir: Metal doesnt tend to drip
    Alusair: “This is the most ridiculous… what do you sodding want, and try to make it good.”
    Shenvallei: Slide my chair back and lean forward but dont stand eyeing the man approaching. I smile at him.
    Arothir: The man seems cowed by Alusair’s presence
    Arothir: “You…uh…you…have you seen the assassin of Guvner Hrailof? Weedy little man, black eyes? He was the man who hijacked a gold shipment a few days ago…”
    Alusair: ”.....”
    Shenvallei: Is he speaking to Alusair only or the whole table?
    Alusair: “Number one. You came into a party here, and shot an innocent man at the bar.”
    Arothir: Well, he’s looking at Alusair, but he’s directing the question at everyone
    Arothir: Van looks…appalled
    Arothir: Jess is…well…if you check, under the table
  • Alusair reaches up to her tunic, pulling it open at the top further and exposing her chest slightly to the archer, “Unless you intend to use that weapon.. and I suggest you aim very, VERY carefully.. because you will not get a second shot.. I would suggest you put it down.” *
    Shenvallei: I glance back and forth at Alusair and the man.
  • Alusair stares at the man, her normally blue eyes taking on a rather rich pearl-esque hue, both iris and pupil. *
    Arothir: He’s staring…well…at Alusair would be the most apt way to put it. The arrow finds its way into his sheath, but not before you both notice a drop find it’s way into Van’s drink
    Arothir: Van doesn’t seem to have noticed
    Arothir: “Right…miss…uh…sorry about that…”
    Arothir: He starts backing away, still staring
    Alusair: “Jess… theres a man at the bar with an arrow in his chest.. be a dear and see if he’s saveable, would you?”
    Shenvallei: I grab Van’s drink.
    Arothir: Jess sneaks over to the bar after crawling through all of your legs, for no discernable reason
    Arothir: Van looks somewhat shocked at Shen
    Arothir: “You could have at least asked first!”
    Shenvallei: “Let me get you a fresh one.” I smile.
    Arothir: Van: Oh, that’s kind of you!
    Alusair: “I suggest, sir, that you move on. My patience is not boundless, and unless you wish to deal with me and a number of Fiends also in attendance…”
    Alusair: (to the archer)
    Arothir: The archer stammers an apology and darts towards the exit
    Shenvallei: Ill stand and walk towards the exit keeping an eye on Jesebel as she attends to the wounded man.
    Arothir: You do so…
    Arothir: Jess looks…dissapointed, as she heads back to the men
    Arothir: *table
    Arothir: not men
  • Alusair turns back to the table and leans heavily against it, head lowered. When she looks back up a short moment later, her eyes are back to the old deep sapphire. *
    Shenvallei: I look out the exit to see where he went.
    Alusair: “Dead I assume, love? Looked like a solid hit.”
    Alusair: “Poisoned to boot, from the look. . .”
    Arothir: They’re running off down the street
    Shenvallei: I head back to the table. “What was that all about?”
    Arothir: Jess: Wasn’t the impact that killed him… nicked his shoulder, really, right in the armpit…head is buried in the bar…it’s poison alright.”
    Shenvallei: Ill walk over to the dead man and set down van’s drink next to the body.
    Arothir: You do so
    Arothir: The barkeep shoves a new glass into your hand, forcefully
    Arothir: Not too many patrons have noticed what happened, apparently
  • Alusair slumps down into her chair. *
    Shenvallei: Take it and tell him the tankard I set down needs to be thrown away as it became tainted.
    Shenvallei: Then walk back to the table and hand Van the new drink. “Al, who were those men?”
    Alusair: “You think I know?”
    Alusair: “They’re gone.. thats all I care about at the moment.”
    Shenvallei: “They sure had their eyes on you.”
    Alusair: “Yes.. after I stood up, planted myself infront of his arrow, and dared him to try and kill me. I think most people would find their attention focused at that point.”
    Shenvallei: “I meant before that.”
  • Alusair closes the top of her tunic again, “I didn’t notice.” *
    Shenvallei: “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
    Alusair: “No more than you are, that I’m aware of.”
    Arothir: Van: you two…just… ...attract danger?
    Shenvallei: I look scrutinizingly at Alusair. “Fine, but if you are you should tell me and we can work it out.” I sit and fold my arms.
  • Alusair glances at Jess, eyes twinkling in amusement, before looking back at Shen. *
    Alusair: “Since you obviously don’t believe me when I tell you I have no idea of being in any trouble above and beyond what you already know of… would you like me to concoct something to tell you?”
    Shenvallei: wave my hand foppishly in the air. “Nah.”
    Alusair: “Good.”
    Alusair: “Van, we do rather have that tendency, yes.”
    Arothir: Van seems amused, slightly
    Arothir: He just smiles and nods.
    Shenvallei: “What are you reading?” I look at the gnome.
    Arothir: She barely notices your inquiry, so Van gently tilts up the cover of the book, revealing “Volo’s Guide to Chult” in old, faded letters
    Arothir: Van: I learned how to do that after accidentally interrupting her reading by asking too many questions.
    Arothir: He rubs the back of his head, as though it were still sore
    Alusair: Whatever happened to the horrible singing, anyway?
    Arothir: It’s still going
    Arothir: Like I said, most of the bar hasn’t noticed the deader, who’s gone from his seat, or the squabble.
    Shenvallei: Is he still dead on the ground?
    Shenvallei: “Jesebel, did you happen to search the victim?”
    Alusair: “I’ve had it with that sod. He can’t bloody sing.”
    Shenvallei: “Yes take his place Al!”
  • Alusair takes a sip from her mug, rolling it around in the back of her throat for a moment while thinking. *
    Shenvallei: “Or stuff an apple in his mouth and be done with it.”
    Arothir: Jess: No…should I have? (She giggles and grins, dropping 100 gold, a piece of steak, some vegetables, two knives, and a katar onto the table)
  • Alusair shakes her head at Jess in feigned exhasperation before finally swallowing. *
    Shenvallei: I examine the items searching for something that might identify him.
    Arothir: Mixed in amongst the gold
    Arothir: You find a tag identifying him as a master leatherworker
    Shenvallei: “Poor man.”
  • Alusair sighs, closes her eyes for a moment and begins to sing in a language that, on a bit of thinking, sounds like Celestial. Low, almost mournful with the sound of a love song – but one that probably doesnt’ end well from the overall sound of it. ( 23 on perform, boss-man. ) *
    Shenvallei: I pocket the tag and then listen to the song.
    Arothir: It’s quite a beautiful song, when all is done, and it makes you feel hopeful, but fills you with a sense of foreboding about people who speak false.
  • Alusair finishes, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh before settling back in on Jess’s shoulder – if its accessable. *
    Arothir: It is
    Shenvallei: “I had no idea you could sing Al. That was… as enchanting a song as Ive ever heard.”
    Alusair: “Its.. not something I do often.”
    Arothir: Van: ’s a shame. Haven’t heard that since my mother last sang it to me.”
    Alusair: “Not the kind’ve thing I’d expect sung to one’s child..”
    Alusair: “Well.. unless there were something.. special.. about the mother in question.”
    Arothir: Van shrugs
    Arothir: “I had an interesting childhood. Battled my first fiend when I was three.”
    Alusair: “Well.. I’ve put myself on the block for everyone’s amusement.. Jess certainly put on a hell of performance on the dance floor.. what about you, Shen?”
    Shenvallei: “Van, what nature of being are you if I may ask? You look human but have a certain aura about you.”
    Arothir: Van smiles at Alusair’s statement, then turns his gaze to Shen, sipping at his drink. “Oh, that’s merely a remnant from an ancestor long ago. I carry some celestial blood in me, Shenvallei, and I’m not afraid to say it.”
    Shenvallei: “Why should you be?
    Shenvallei: “
    Shenvallei: “One should have pride in their heritage. It gives way to learning in my opinion.”
    Alusair: “Mixed blood.. and more guts than most of the real thing.”
    Alusair: “Funny how that happens so often..”
  • Shenvallei does a simple magic trick for Al. *
    Shenvallei: “Ta-Da!”
    Arothir: Van claps with a bemused smile on his face.
  • Alusair claps ackwardly and half-heartedly from her position leaning into Jess. “Oh, bra-vo.” *
    Shenvallei: “Children like it at least.”
    Arothir: Jess: I thought it was cute!
    Shenvallei: “Why thank you Jesebel. Glad to see I have a fan!”
  • Shenvallei laughs. *
    Arothir: Van grimaces and looks at Alusair. “I suppose that leaves me, doesn’t it…”
    Alusair: “Fair’s fair, mate.”
    Alusair: “Come on, watcha afraid of, Cutter? Lookin’ foolish? We’re hardly ones to judge.”
    Arothir: He unstraps his broadsword and puts it on the table.
    Arothir: “Anyone want anything from the bar?”
    Arothir: “Or…well..anywhere?
    Arothir: “A drink, something to eat?”
    Arothir: He looks at the three of you expectantly
  • Alusair glances at Shen. **
    Shenvallei: “Some water would be good, too much nog is not good for the digestion.”
    Arothir: Van flashes a smile at you
    Arothir: In a second, you see his legs tense up, then he springs upward, twisting his body in mid air, planting his feet on the cieling, pushing off, leaping over to the bar, getting a mug, then he leaps over the crowd of people to teeter precariously on the back of his chair, almost spilling the water before hopping down and putting a full glass of water down on the table.
    Alusair: “Very impressive…”
    Arothir: He shrugs sheepishly
    Arothir: Most of the people in the bar don’t appear to have noticed.
    Shenvallei: “That took a lot of training I can tell.”
    Arothir: Van: More than you would believe, really… but it does come in handy, sometimes. Not so good for repainting a house, though…
    Shenvallei: (I have to admit Im a bit tired, been gone all weekend. Can we pick this up tommorrow?)
    Arothir: (Yeah, of course.)
    Shenvallei: (great I should be free all day. So just contact me and Ill be good to go. Gnite guys.)
    Shenvallei: Disconnecting from server…
    Shenvallei (exit): 04:30
    Arothir: That went fairly well for a birthday party with no combat
    Alusair: True
    Arothir: Hm
    Arothir: Take it you wanna go to sleep?
    Kiergath: afraid so
    Kiergath: its late
    Kiergath: save the transcript.. nobody’ll remember otherwise
    Kiergath: :P
    Kiergath: Night, mate.
    Arothir: Ciao

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