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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Dec 10, 2008 16:17:27 GMT -5
He turns to Festitivia, "I'm only half-elf. A guided tour would be welcomed, young miss, or is it misses? I would like to try to drum up business for this eve's performance by sampling in the marketplace. My name is Tarren, a traveller. I am afraid I do not know of what tale you make mention of. However, I do know of tales with elements of similiar situations. If you like, I will recite one this eve, along with the song called the Battle of Bal-Hallonian." "Pleasure to meet ye Master Tarren, I be Festivia Fishplinger, baker's assistant, fish monger and scrimshaw artisan; and that would be a Miss. No halfling mister has been honest enough to catch me eye, and I've been a lookin', let me tell ye. Mine ye, with me fishin' skills, ye think I'd a caught one by now, but the pickin' be a might small fer me tastes." Festivia laughs loudly, almost falling off the stool she is sitting upon, clutching at the counter to keep herself righted. * Meal delivered and ready to eat by now* "Jes let me finish up this here fine fair, and off we'll be. Now besides me cousin Farlella's herb shop, what other shops be ye hankering to visit? There be Boodlebods's Weapon shop where knives and blades be made special, and they've even used some of me scrimshaw fer handles....the finest knucklebone fish this here side of the Green Yonder. Then there be Foobelly's Curious Goods, collected odds and ends from all manner of places. Says he has scales from a Kuo-Toa, deep from the Underdark; but everyone knows he's not travelled further than the edge of town itself."Festivia takes a deep breath, turns to the counter and starts spooning stew into her mouth. "Hmmm, num yummy, hmmm, oh this here be the best."
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Dec 10, 2008 18:24:15 GMT -5
Tarren ponders the question:
"Well, do you have any Wizards or Mages here? But anywhere where crowds gather, a market or town square. Do you have any merchants from out of town, that I may inquire about any gossip or news they may have heard about? Foobelly's sounds interesting, we should definitely stop there. Do you have a mayor or town elder that I could converse with?"
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Post by Dmitri on Dec 10, 2008 19:47:31 GMT -5
Garrett, who was standing nearby because he had just finished talking to Tarren, pipes in as Festivia tucks in to her food.
"I hate to interrupt your meal, good miss halfling, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with our wonderful bard here. Perhaps, if neither of you mind, I might join you on your explorations of this fine hamlet? I am looking for some honest work, as I have recently arrived and find myself nearing the end of my funds."
Garrett puts on his best "aren't I so sad and pitiful" expression.
"On the road here I ran afoul of two brigands, and though I bested one of them through wit and skill, the other snatched my purse and escaped before I could catch up to him."
Bluff check, if needed [dice=20] + 2CHA modifier[rand=14440832290860484138187038926700925740664077738092270043865591772]
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Post by Kaber on Dec 11, 2008 2:03:43 GMT -5
TO TARREN
The barkeeper looks apologetic, his eyes lowered to the countertop and he stammers "I'm sorry sir, in ma old age I don' hear as well as I meh an me mind gets adled. I'll be certain ta get yeh what yeh need an' a little more beside though the size O the room is more suited to our oun kind if yeh ken." Thomas casts a scowling glance at festivia and under his breath mummbles something about paladins in training and highway robbery.
The barkeeper answers before Festivia can speak around the food in her mouth.
" We've no mages here or Clerics neither. The only healer we have is Farlella, with her herbal knowledge and 'course, there's been talk here an there that Festivia's got the gift." he puts a hand to his mouth and whispers loudly "She got er into er head that she be a chosen. A Pala-dine she thinks. She's a little puffy in the head but she does alrigh' an most O' the day you'd never know. 'Cept when she's puttin' 'er nose where it don belong, prattelin bout truth an justice an such. "We've a small square but not much of a market, few come this way but the townfolk like to cool their feet beneath The Maple Shade, it's the biggest tree in town an always seems a might cooler there even at summers high noon, than anywher else. Ther's an elder sure, that be me an the head be Mayor Tottle. We've also a speaker who come an tell tales by the fire to liven up the nights. As for news? well, little excitment passes round here an of coures wit the fever goin round few come this way these days."
The barkeeper turns to the rogue
"Now if ya be lookn fer work I'll have room in the kitchen tonight. Yeh can earn a room an a meal fer the night if ya like."
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Dec 11, 2008 10:16:12 GMT -5
Tarren looks at the barkeep,
"What fever do you speak of? I may not wish to remain if yer all infected. "
Gather Information: [dice=20] + 10 = 21[rand=50411200930148978250558093804964109753279456483228361085799237389]
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Post by Kaber on Dec 11, 2008 13:29:04 GMT -5
Thomas turns back to the bard.
"Eh? Oh, heh, no fear O' that here. Up yonder a week, win or loose a day er two. A little village called Ogre Fen." The barkeep leans in, his voice hushed. "Jus' the other day a man came through sayn' the village was under a curse. E' says a witch brought down the rains and raised a fever to punish the folk." Thomas leans back "Makes no mind ta me as long as it don' come here."
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Dec 12, 2008 7:55:10 GMT -5
Tarren looks at Garrett and then at Festivia and asks:
"Are we ready now to tour the town?"
He thinks to himself, I need to generate coin and won't do it sitting here. 'Sides, more info about this illness could be beneficial.
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Post by Dmitri on Dec 12, 2008 13:45:43 GMT -5
"If you are both amenable to my presence, I will join you - after all, a free tour is never to be refused."
Garrett thinks a little bit about what the tavern keep has said, before replying.
"An evil curse you say? Mayhaps you can tell me more about this when we return this evening. I'd here of it, if you are so inclined to talk."
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Dec 12, 2008 17:10:10 GMT -5
"Buuurrrpppp....ah, 'cuse me folks, but me rum-tumbly-tum is happy, happy, happy."
Sliding off her barstool, Festivia makes her way to the tavern's front door. Turning back, she addresses Tarren and Garrett, "Well, be ye coming or not; haven't all day to wait on slow pokers. Ye think, being tall, ye'd have a bit more speed in them legs of yers than yer showing."
As an aside to Thomas, the barkeep, ''I am NOT titched in me head Thomas Trimblethorn, and Molly would take her skillet to yer head if she heard ye. Ye saw the holy symbol that there paladin snuck to me, and many a good feast ye served from the carcass of that creature that almost et me."
With a revibrating snort, head held high, Festivia went out the door to the street outside.
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Dec 12, 2008 22:52:25 GMT -5
Tarren rises and shrugs into his backpack and follows Festivia, throwing a glance at Thomas. 'I'm beginning to think their all touched in the head, maybe that's the sickness.'
"What's our first stop, m'lady paladin," he says charmingly.
He adjusts his belt pouches and two box belt pouches in which feathers or the like portrude from. And quickly relocates his coin pouch, holding the 12 coins he collected from his impromptu performance.
Sleight of Hand: [dice=20] + 4 = 13
*Remember he had taken it out to pay Thomas, then hung it off his belt*[rand=39771192610026780860860775574190484577835462787149367294900967651]
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Dec 16, 2008 17:56:28 GMT -5
Festivia stood in the roadway, left arm extended, "There be the herbalist's shop, just past Kelly's, who be a marvel with the needle and thread". Looking at the bard, just inside the tavern door, she thinks to herself, *and he might just be needing a bit of letting out of them seams*
"Then, if'n ye keep going to yer right, ye'll be passing the market and smokehouse, Boodlebod's Weaponry...which, if'n ye need a pony, of sorts, he'll be the one to barter with."
"Keep going round the Maple Shady and ye might jes see the mayor working in his garden; proud of it he be...he lives next to the town hall by the way." Putting down her left arm, and raising her right arm, "Me, I'll be heading this a way towards the bake shop, but ye'll be finding FooBelly's jes next door."
Putting down her arm and beginning to walk to the right, "Now me fine gents, I'll be heading off, but be seeing ye back at the tavern later for the show." Festivia begins walking back to the bake shop.
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Dec 17, 2008 12:55:30 GMT -5
Tarren tries to figure out the look that Festivia gives him 'is she undressing me with her eyes,' he wonders.
"Thanks," he sarcastically says as he watches her walk away. He shakes his head and heads out of the tavern. Looking back to see if Garrett is following.
"I'm going to head to the market to see what's going on there. You're welcome to come, just try to keep your hands to yourself. I can find trouble all on my own, I don't need any help. Getting out of trouble, well, that I welcome any and all assistance on. If you catch my meaning," starts Tarren.
"So where do you hail from friend? Me, I've been wandering for awhile." He heads for the market, scanning the village as he walks to note any peculiarities in the people or places.
Spot: [dice=20] + 6 = 16[rand=469785351920423250341438060355527839029479672940217088247025224151]
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Post by Kaber on Dec 17, 2008 16:50:50 GMT -5
You spot nothing out of the ordinary in this small town. Though near one end, just down the road you spot the largest maple tree you have ever seen. Otherwise, the houses and people all seem as you would expect in a town populated by halfings. Little children, slightly larger than gnomes, run about, laughing and playing and all seems well.
You can get an idea of how the town is situated by viewing the map in the MAPS AND IMAGES folder
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Post by Dmitri on Dec 17, 2008 18:08:58 GMT -5
Garrett, feeling as though he has little better to do at the moment, and kind of liking his new acquaintance, follows along to the market. When he is questioned about his past, he glances skyward and thinks for a moment before replying.
"Me? I'm from here and there, a little of everywhere. My family follows the Long Road. Are you familiar with the Followers of the Road, what I believe most folk call the Gypsum? We travel after our father, the wandering god Farfanugen, journeying for inspiration and wisdom. He is a great god, and deserving, everywhere and all knowing, all powerful - he is watching you this very moment! Unless you repent..."
Unable to contain himself anymore, Garrett breaks off in laughter.
"Sorry, sorry, that cracks me up everytime. Um, where was I? Oh yeah, my past. Well, my family DID travel, but mostly to make money of the foolish townies who will buy anything if a Gypsum sells it. They think they are taking advantage of us, but we do well enough. Like somehow because we don't have stone houses we don't have business sense, either. Townies usually don't know a real magic amulet from a fake anyway. A fool and his wealth are soon parted anyway... might as well go to a good cause, eh?"
Garrett seems amused by himself, and continues to chuckle on and off, shaking his head and muttering,
"Farfanugen, going to have to tell that one to Mom next time I see her..."
He looks back up at Tarren and continues,
"Anyway, when we grow older and leave our childhood behind, most of us leave for a time to go make something of ourselves. You know, discover ourselves, or whatever. For me, I want to make enough money to set myself up - maybe sell curios from my adventuring days. Have me a nice buxom wife, a few cute kiddies running around, and a wagon of my own to call home on the open road. Who knows, maybe I'll even become rich and famous enough to have my own traveling tavern! Though I might drink down all the profits, come to think of that... 822822
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Post by jkb2grizzly on Dec 17, 2008 20:35:00 GMT -5
Tarren chuckles himself.
"Farfugnutan, huh. Good one. Well, try not to get us into too much trouble, huh?" Tarren jibes, chuckling again.
If Tarren sees children or even adults taking an interest in him and Garrett, he will begin to toot out a musical hello on his pipes. If needed, Perform (wind inst): [dice=20] + 8 = 10
'Not my best. Remember stop walking, breathe, then play,' he scolds himself.
Once at the market, he take up position near the edge of the market and begin a short song on the pipes (3-5 mins): Perform (Wind Inst): [dice=20] + 8 = 20
He glances around to see who, if anyone, was drawn by the song. And if any try to give money or compliments of any kind, he will stop them saying:
"Please, gentle folk, save your applause and coin for this evening's performance at Molly's Tavern after sup," he'll boom loudly to be heard by the market goers.[rand=058292154787973237751811324230293707913336188549535146073128984273]
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