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Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4715.

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DM
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Mon 20 Jan 2020
at 14:15
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

Cass Mordane:
Can I explore as a downtime activity?



No  :P  Mainly because that involves input from me.   Downtime is all about me being a lazy so-and-so and making you guys do the work!
Adoven
Player, 560 posts
HP 34 AC 18 F+2 R+8 W+2
Rogue / Bard
Mon 20 Jan 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

Can downtime be used to train up hp or new languages in addition to crafting?
DM
GM, 3335 posts
Mon 20 Jan 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

Here is a link to the rules, as they stand.

http://rp.baileymail.net/doku....n_systems2:down_time
Adoven
Player, 562 posts
HP 34 AC 18 F+2 R+8 W+2
Rogue / Bard
Wed 22 Jan 2020
at 08:17
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

How do you know if you have a Masterwork business? What are they?
DM
GM, 3340 posts
Wed 22 Jan 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

Adoven:
How do you know if you have a Masterwork business? What are they?


Masterwork Businesses capable of making masterwork equipment on a regular basis.

For example, businesses marked with an {M} in this list.  http://rp.baileymail.net/doku....stems2:manufacturing


No more  OOC / Rules questions in this thread -  make them in the OOC thread instead.

This thread is for Downtime posts.
Adoven
Player, 566 posts
HP 34 AC 18 F+2 R+8 W+2
Rogue / Bard
Wed 22 Jan 2020
at 08:46
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

After his adventures in the Narlmarches, Adoven needs to reconnect with local events. He tours the Dragon's Den, Mithal Hall, and several more....seedy taverns. Singing songs and telling stories is part of his craft. So is listening and learning what he can of current events and rumors.

00:42, Today: Adoven rolled 28 using 1d20+10.  Perform Oratory.

00:41, Today: Adoven rolled 24 using 1d20+10.  Perform Lute.
01:47, Today: Adoven rolled 425 using 75d10.  Sp from Great Performance .
This message was last edited by the player at 09:48, Sat 01 Feb 2020.
Cass Mordane
Player, 485 posts
Bard, Sword Scion
Sometime Diplomat
Wed 22 Jan 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

When he wasn’t otherwise occupied, Cass spent time performing in Midmarch. Most of these performances took place in  Tusk, because it was easier, but Cass tried to bring a little bit of entertainment, much of it at his own expense, to the entire region. That the kobolds of Sootscale let him live was a testament to his keen performance abilities. Or their poor taste.

On three of the days, Cass would have been better off to have stayed in bed, because he earned no profit on those days at all. Three other times, Cass managed routine performances. On four of the days, he managed some rather enjoyable performances. Cass was able to accomplish some great performances on six of the days and he attributed that to the good nature of the crowds, who likely had the proper amount of ale in them at the time. Cass was extremely pleased to have managed some truly memorable performances on three of those days. These he attributed to having the proper amount of ale for himself. Overall, the bard gained 24 gold pieces, 2 silver pieces, and 14 copper pieces in profit.

Aside from that, Cass spent entirely too much time sampling new dishes created by Elkin and found that it was potatoes that mostly saved him from having to consume entirely too many eels. That oats were fine for a porridge breakfast so long as Winter’s Wares and Spices was able to provide enough sugar and cinnamon to tame the taste. And that fried eggs and white gravy were delicious when mixed together just right.

There was also a search conducted here and there for the ever elusive Ar-Pee point. All in all, it left Cass with the impression that his job as mayor of Tusk probably kept him out of more trouble than he realized sometimes and that adventuring could not return soon enough to his schedule. The kobolds of Sootscale probably agreed.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:40, Fri 31 Jan 2020.
Kiera
player, 112 posts
Thu 23 Jan 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

This day began just as most other days did- kicking the blankets off of her bed, sitting up, and vaguely trying to remember everything that had happened when she'd gone and picked up a number of bottles of different kinds of booze- the half and mostly-empty bottles of such that still littered the table near her bed.  Wiping her eyes clear of sleep, she woozily gazed around (there was just something about a bed that drew her into a deeper sleep, to where she just slept better there than on the road), blinking a few times until her eyes focused on a scrawled note of thanks and hopes for her continued patronage that was weighted down by one of the bottles.

'...then again, what did I expect stopping at the Nymph to 'test the drinks'?  So I indulge every week... about three times.  I had a good reason this time.  Besides, the best way to cover the bad memories... is to overwhelm them with the good ones.  And as long as I believe that, then...'

She'd run her fingers through her hair, and stretch before rolling out of bed, finally, and rummaging around to pull on breeches, a linen shirt, and a good pair of boots before dealing with the bed. The blankets were shaken out over the floor and returned to the bed somewhat straight, the sheet of yellow silk that had been under them was carefully folded and set on top of the blanket, ready for the next night.  Just the act made her feel better, and besides- if her wishes for vengeance came true, so much the better.  Not that she'd know it or not.  But at least it helped to calm her mind and let her put a smile on her face.  After all, you never knew when the Sting would strike...

As far as the rest of the day, however, that could wait until after a bath- and a solid washing of her hair.    Collecting her things, she stopped for a second- snatching up a sheathed dagger as well.  One couldn't be too careful... could she?  She'd be fast... and besides, who'd want to spy on her?

********************************


About an hour later- after a nice, long bath, sporting clean hair and under a nice, pleasant buzz from her ever-present flask, she took her time to go on another walk around Tusk, marveling at how the place was growing.

This beat living in the forest all hollow- having people wave to her, was, well... nice.  Having multiple sources of food, alcohol and companionship in walking distance?  Even better.

Henry was, admittedly, a nice boss and a leader she could believe in- more than, well-

Reaching down, she extricated the flask from her pocket and pulled off the cap, the familiar scent of applejack dancing across her nose as she took a few sips, the taste chasing the thoughts from her mind.  This was her life, now.  People like Alisa, Domitius, Kendrick, and the rest of them- it was... nice to not have to worry.  Well, as long as they didn't know...

But her mind wandered on.  Memories of being wrapped in gooey slime came back, and she just closed her eyes, and swallowed a bigger mouthful of her applejack before wiping her lips and setting the skin back at her waist.  But then... she remembered the burst of... things... that had sent the gooey thing back to the wall, and bought enough time for the rest of her group to come find her.

She also remembered the rather harsh headache that had accompanied it.

No, getting rather comfortably drunk under the guise of 'tasting ales for selection in that bar I kinda want to open' and flirting with attractive people within said establishments under the guise of 'searching for the best possible staff' would have to wait.   This was, sadly, more important.

On the other hand, if it was something good, she could always find her way back to the Nymph and celebrate.  Or not- then again, did she really need a reason?

*******************************


It had taken a fair bit of asking. More walking than what she was used to, but in the end, she found herself seated across from a woman who just... made her skin tingle, for lack of a better word.

Lady Lebeda-Ondari (now there was a surname you couldn't say three times fast) simply listened as she pieced out what had happened.

“I was, well... doing what I usually do when out on a job for Lord Henry- checking things out so the others don't end up getting caught by something nasty.  This time, however, the nasty found me- grabbed me and pulled me into another room, paralyzed me, and I was for sure it was going to eat me.  I just stood there, trying to find a way to avoid death, stressing out, and, well... suddenly there was this burst of power.  I saw and felt everything from it- fire, electricity, ice, you name it, it was in there- and then, well... I just felt drained, with-”

The sound of flipping pages just caused her to look up, and she watched as the Lady tapped her finger on a specific page.

“You were under severe stress- life-threatening, even- and suddenly, under great duress, your power manifested in one big burst, as if it had been saved up and finally pierced, correct?”

All Kiera could do was pretty much nod, and the Lady just set the book aside, and sat down across from her.  At this point, she wasn't sure this was a good idea, any more. What if- what if she knew, could see-

“If what I suspect is true- and all the information seems to fit- then I think I ought to offer you some congratulations, Ms. Raincutter.  That burst, as you described it, was nothing more than your innate power finally breaching and coming to fruition- innate magical power.  I think it's safe to say you can call yourself a sorcerer.  But what source, I wonder...?”

Another book was sought out, and the conversation continued.  Eventually, they got to talking about her past- sorcerers had a bloodline, that was the source of their power, apparently.  And finally, she talked- about how she'd been taken in by trappers and hunters as a young girl, and raised in the wilds, traveling around with them until she was old enough to stand on her own- at which point, she'd started wandering, doing what she could and learning things in order to do so.

As she finished, though, she looked up to watch as the Lady simply tapped another portion of the book.

“...Ms. Raincutter- Kiera- ...you don't remember anything of your childhood.  Your first memory was of being found in the forest here... hmm.  How much do you know of the ways of the forest?”

That... was not what she'd been expecting to hear.  She was part elf?  One hand reached up to touch her ear, tracing the curved top, trying to search out a point.

“No, Kiera.  Not elven.  Something more... First World.”

First World?  She'd not even known there was such a place.  I mean, wasn't this place supposed to be the only world?

“I don't know how strong it is- but I harbor no doubts about it.  Some sorcerers bear the touch of infernal power, or even the blood of a dragon.  But everything I hear about you, well... I can't tell how far removed it is, nor exactly what kind... but there's fey in your bloodline.”

To say that Kiera was surprised was akin to saying that water was only slightly moist, or that the grass was green.

Immediately, her mind started wandering... and she simply just shook her head at the thought of all of this.

After a bit of thought, she excused herself, and got up, offering thanks to the Lady- and stepped out into the sun, trying to think of just what all this meant.  That meant some more stops were in order.

************************

Well, she hadn't meant to buy this much, but... why not?  It wasn't every day you got a bundle of questions answered.

Books weren't as exciting as liquor, food, or beautiful people- but sometimes, well, you had to buckle down and actually get something done.   So she'd finally stopped into a few shops and made a note to revisit them.

Winter's Wares had a selection of books, and she'd zeroed in on one about creatures of the fey.  That had ended up tucked under her arm, and then she'd noticed the one on alchemy.  Didn't you have to be kind of smart to be a sorcerer?  So she tucked that one under her arm, too, and paid for them.

Of course, she also made for the local alchemy shop, and stopped off to inquire about lessons- and well... her own setup would have to wait until she got her own place, and knew enough to do it on her own.

That night, she fell asleep reading.  The dream- mostly fey creatures messing about with alchemy, with rather fun results- would remain a favorite of hers for a long while.

The next load of days were just as hard- to her surprise, the tavern she's mentioned she'd like... had worked its way through, and had actually been approved for building.

Not a year ago, she'd been a homeless wanderer.  Now?  She had a place to call her own.  A business to call her own.  Not to mention more money than she almost knew what to do with- granted it still wasn't much, but when you remember having to scounge for edible plants just to feed yourself...

As the tavern was finished, she sought more advice- learning how to set things up, to make sure the larders were stocked, the ale flowing, and the good stuff on the top shelf where she couldn't sneak it very easily.  She'd hire a couple of servers, someone to cover the bar, a cook, and of course some security- who she personally tested.  She'd go over and talk to the Roths as their new brewery was coming along, doing her best to strike a deal to buy and carry some of their products behind the bar as well- after all, all ales were different, and the more she could offer, well...

In the end, though, the name was the hardest thing.  As the finishing touches went up, she found she needed a name, one that would stick.

Lakeside had plenty of military trainees, plenty of workers, just generally people who didn't mind a solid drink served by a bar girl with a rather nice outfit- or a handsome man in a nice outfit, either.

But it was while leafing through her book that she got the idea, and she raced off to have the sign made.  It would be both carved and painted, and by the time it was done, and the place almost ready to open, she stood back and wiped her hand across her face.

The sign displayed a beautiful nereid, with long black hair and green eyes, holding forth a foaming mug, her other hand keeping her filmy shawl from falling from her, well... assets.  (If asked about the resemblance, all she said was '...what do you think?')

In a few days, the Nereid's Nectar would open for business.  And for once... she couldn't be happier.  It might cater to a bit more rough-and-tumble crowd- thirsty crowds of workers, the trainees from the serai, and others- but she knew this was a good idea.

After all, it was going to be bigger and better in the future.

Just like she would be.
Alisa D'Medvyed
player, 188 posts
Sat 25 Jan 2020
at 20:04
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

Once upon a time, Alisa D'Medvyed had dreamt of being a wizardess.   This was in early girlhood.   Years before she'd begun to hear the whisperings of the divine Defender, and was oriented on her life's true path.  It was the usual sort of childhood fantasy and whimsy --   flying through the skies on the back of a charmed dragon; enchanting the crops so that it was always a bumper crop; casting dazzling glamors that enthralled and entertained kindly people, while driving off or banishing the evil.  The usual sort of thing.

Her father certainly hadn't taken her interest at all seriously;   half-elven or no, insightful for her years or no, she had entirely average brains when it came to book smarts.    Not a poor student, but certainly not one cut out for the very rigorous, ongoing studies of wizardry.     It was a fancy that Alisa had to let go of as she grew a bit older.   But not one she let go of without some sense of sorrow.    There was a side of her that almost seemed to yearn for the otherworldly --  as if, years before awakening to Acavna, she innately sensed there was something out beyond the pale of the physical world that she must touch.

And then one autumn came the night when she had awakened to Her --

It was hard to breathe
She was dark at the top of the stairs
And she called to me
And so I followed...


And gradually, over time -- and a deepening and strengthening of that relationship, and much dedicated rehearsing and practicing of things that she was shown -- became a spell caster.    She counted herself mostly a caster, in fact;   although her Lady's sacred weapon was the spear, and Alisa had trained and drilled with it for no small hours,  she had to own up to the fact she would never truly have a warrior's hand or heart.    It just wasn't her nature.  Thus, she practiced extra diligently at making best use of her casting and channeling.    Which meant having on hand needful components -- for her, that was often only Acavna's sacred symbol.    But not always;   she shared with wizard-kind the need of being properly prepared, especially with those of her spells that were more arcane like.

Once it came time to consider seriously the matter of a business, it was a combination of those things that led her to finally decide upon a supply shop for spell casters.    Oh, opening and running a shop was hardly the real goal.  No;  that always was and would remain the founding of the temple.    The other possibility would have been to begin with a small, simple shrine, and then build upward from there.   But in reflection, that hadn't struck her as too great an idea.    Acavna was all but forgotten in this age --  she needed a structure that would strike and please the eye, as well as impress that its founder was dead serious, and not some moonstruck eccentric.

So, this little endeavor was a means toward an end. Mostly.  Because, as she began to plan and to prepare, she found herself more and more caught up in the aesthetics of the project; of the fun and the whimsy of it.    It was recapturing a facet of her childhood, she came to realize.    And this pleased her. And though Acavna wasn't a goddess of magic, per se, her lunar motif would be wholly fitting.   A way of including Her presence, yet without making the shop denominational, which Alisa didn't feel was appropriate.

* * * * * * * * * *


Out in the vicinity of the college, stood a small, elegantly designed cottage like structure, painted in midnight blue and grey, with white trim.     A hanging sign out in front signified it as a place of business --

'Sisters of the Moon :: occult supplies and accessories.'

The sign depicted a pair of female figures with long hair, in side profile, sitting cross-legged and back to back.   The figures were both featureless, as though in silhouette, one pure white and the other jet black.    Behind the pair was a crescent moon done in silver.

Alisa was here this late morning to make final preparations prior to opening day.  In stepping into her role as a proprietor, Alisa had chosen to attire herself differently than was her wont.   Her hair was freed of its usual braiding, and instead loose about her shoulders.      She wore a white silk blouse tucked into fitted breeches and a pair of soft leather riding boots.   (and of course, she had ridden here;  Somala stationed comfortably out front)

Acavna's sacred sigil did not hang about her neck, but instead on a wall-peg behind the counter.   She was never going to hide it.     But, she was not presenting here as a priestess.

There were few clerics who took their obligation and vows more seriously than she did.  Priestess and woman were usually much in unison, with little separation between.  However... she hadn't been a priestess her entire life.    Sometimes...  sometimes it was ... healthy to step back from it a little, she felt. In the name of staying self-aware.  Self-honest.

Doing so inevitably brought her back to memories of her earlier life ...  before Acavna, but also the early years after the awakening.  When she'd been connected, but certainly no priestess. Awkwardly striving to find her feet in an...association that was vastly intimidating, if she paused to think about it in earthly, sensible terms.

As friends often do
I cared not for love, nor money
I think she knew
The people, they love her
And still they are the most cruel...

"Moon haired, shadow eyed little witch!"


It was not the only time she'd get called the latter.   But it was the first time ... Bethanna, her father's second wife.    Little love lost in that relationship.     In one way, Alisa could not blame her -  she was far from the only one trying to make sense of what her step-child was going through.  Why she was able to work orisons, perform the first vestiges of channel healing, without ever training at a temple.    And by calling out to a goddess whom, if known at all, was considered to be dead and gone.

In her step-mother's case, though, the core of dislike wasn't only born out of that, and witch was far from the worst of names that would be applied. Bethanna later tried to convince her father that she was prostituting herself, while she was spending so much time away in seclusion, practicing what she was shown in both waking vision and dream.  Alisa shook her head faintly in remembering:

I've so often been too *something* for *someone's* liking. Even when it's more of a backhanded compliment.   Mm hm, story of my life...

And lately, there was Domitius. Sometimes... sometimes, she had a sinking feeling she wasn't doing him any favors. Happy go lucky spirit that he was, that he would be better off without herself, and those things attached to her.

So we make our choices
When there is no choice
And we listen to their voices
Ignoring our own voice...


Leaning up against the shop's counter, arms folded, she mentally shook herself from the track of thought she'd gotten on to. It was too beautiful a morning.  Things were going too well.    For the people she cared most about, as well as for herself.     In addition to other things, she now had this charming little shop, and whatever further blessings and connection it would bring into her life.

Over the eastern window, Alisa had hung a crescent shaped dream-catcher.   The late morning sun caught in the crystal that hung suspended within it, and was refracted into a vibrant gleaming of beautiful colors.   She canted her head slightly, gazed upon it, reflectively, pensively for a time.  Then crossed the distance, raised her hand, and touched it with her fingertips, gently, but with purpose.

She'd already managed to catch some dreams. And decided that catching some more was quite possible... as well as very, very acceptable. Her serious expression became a smile.


Lyrics from "Sisters of the Moon" by Fleetwood Mac (from the album "Tusk", no less)
https://youtu.be/Sujmxj9TmDY?t=106
This message was last edited by the player at 20:20, Sat 25 Jan 2020.
Safiya Vallani
player, 236 posts
Sun 26 Jan 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

When she set off from Restov, Safiya knew that finding out what happened to her father would not be an easy task. Finding anyone in hundreds of miles of nothing but forests, swamps, bogs, streams and rivers would be difficult enough, and finding their remains after all these years, nearly impossible. Her uncle failed to find any trace of his brother back when the trail was still fresh, so what chances does she have now? Still, she was determined to make every effort to do so.

She started by looking for any anyone that might have been around back then and could have seen her father's party. Unfortunately, until quite recently the population of this land was composed almost entirely of bandits and outlaws, most of them now dead or gone. And those (hopefully) reformed bandits that were still around claimed ignorance when questioned. Safiya only had patience for a couple of "I knows nothing 'bout nothing" non-answers before delegating that unenviable task to her councilor and self-proclaimed spiritual advisor Aranel Romanese. One stern look from the elderly teacher and chaplain of the Grandmother Crow was all it took to ensure cooperation from any former rogue, yet so far even Aranel failed to find anything of interest.

As for Safiya, she took upon herself the task of tracking down and examining every sword found on the bandits or in the wilds, reasoning that of all her father's equipment his valuable blade was the one thing most likely to have been looted of his body, and the one thing she was certain to recognize. After months of running around however, she was still no closer to finding any leads at all. For all she knew, her father and his entire party might have been swallowed up by the ground itself. Looking at the poor excuse for a map of the land she was able to assemble, half of which might as well have "Here be dragons" written on it, she realizes now a new approach will be needed. It will take some serious (and seriously expensive) magic to make any progress with her task. Oh, well, it's something to work forward to.
Domitius
player, 249 posts
Half Elf Fighter/Rogue
AC:20 HP:38
Tue 28 Jan 2020
at 05:51
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

They came across the bodies around midmorning, the small group of settlers it seemed had run afoul of bandits or something along those lines.  The bodies were had been stripped of anything of worth and left besides the wagon they had been travelling in.  Domitius turned to his companions “Any sign of tracks leading away?” he asked.

Tic Hucklebuckle the groups Halfling tracker responded “Aye Master Domitious, it looks like goblins or something like that moving away heavily laden. I’d say a dozen of them maybe a few more.  Don’t see no sign of wolves thankfully.” He pulled himself up into the saddle of his riding dog “If you would follow me, I should be able to track them from up here.” And he gave his dog a nudge along the goblins trail.  “I figure they can’t be more than an hour or two ahead of us and moving slowly.”

Domitius gave the group a nod, most of them he knew but a couple of new faces had joined the group in Ringbridge.  Brother Thaddeus had offered his assistance he had met the now deceased settlers on the road some days previously and had been the one who had reported them as missing.   The two had hit it off having several acquaintances in common from Restov.  Then there was Nargrym Silverhammer a dwarf looking to make a name for himself like the famous Giant slayer he was named for.  His uncle ran Dom’s stonemasonry but he said he had “No talent for carving stone but heads were another matter.”

The others in the group were all denizens of Ringbridge, Orlfinn the Ulfen, he was Tic’s best friend and at nearly seven feet tall the largest of the group.  Tic’s cousin had come too Balcor was a sure shot with a bow either on foot or mounted upon his own riding dog.  Stilchio was one of Lord Cyrus’s guards who had been sent along to keep things official and finally Barbatius and Ferox rounded out the group.

Silently they followed the two halflings scouts off the road and into the wilderness.  Tic suddenly motioned for the group to stop and dismount.  Ahead was their quarry stopped besides a small creek to drink and rest.  Handing the reins to Barbatius, Dom snuck his way forward to join the two scouts.  “How many do you count?” Domitius whispered.

“Nie on two dozen I reckon, no problem for the likes of us except lookee over at that tree.”  Balcors whispered back.  Tied to the tree was a young woman and two children one looked to be toddler, the other not much older.  “The bastards will likely gut them at the first sign of trouble.  What do we do?”

Domitius paused for a moment to take in the lay of the land “Do you two think you can make it to that copse of trees over there.” He said pointing to a spot some 50 or so feet from the woman.  “I’ll sneak in and release them while the others charge from here at the main group." Both of the halflings gave a nod and started off to their positions.  Domitius returned to the main group and outlined his plans.

Stilchio was the only one who seemed doubtful “Master are you sure you will be alright on your own.”  Domitius only grinned “I’m sure as long as you all do your parts. Orlfinn you take point the rest of you form a wedge on him, Brother Thaddeus if you take the second rank with Barbatius and act as a reserve that would be to our advantage.  Any other queries” Domitius looked at the assembled warriors “Right, good luck to all of you and may Iomedae guide us this day.  Give me ten minutes and then make as much noise as you can coming down the hill.”

Domitius chose his route carefully, he would be hidden from the goblins until the last moment then he would spring out to free the prisoners. At least that was the plan he was almost in position when a screech rang out followed by a bellow it seemed the main group had been spotted.  Domitius lept to his feet and ran towards the prisoners while the goblins attention was on the sight of Orlfinn careening down the slope in pursuit of one of their number.   The chase abruptly ending when Orlfinn’s gave another bellow and his great axe cleft the goblin in twain.

Pandemonium broke out amongst the goblins as the rest of the group followed the Ulfen giant.  Then the two halfings began shooting from the flank.  And Domitius strode purposefully forward his blade swirling in a Dazzling Display a smile on hi face.
One goblin bigger than the others rallied a few of them and sent them after the prisoners as the halfings had predicted Domitius met them head on and began to laugh as he did.  This seemed to unsettle the creatures even more and one of them turned to flee only to find a blade strike him in the back.

The other goblins made of sterner stuff took on the Aldori trained swordsman but it was to no avail and they were quickly dispatched.  The battle was over shortly after, no quarter was asked or given and the small number who fled where quickly shot down by the two halfings once agin mounted upon their war dogs.

Brother Thaddeus moved amongst the group helping with any minor wounds that had been taken the only serious one a cut across Orlfinn’s thigh from a dying goblin with a spear had come close to the artery but luck or the will of a goddess had stopped the point of the spear just short of what could have been a life threatening injury.

Nargrym approached Domitius “Laird, what o the woman, it won’t be easy for a widow with two bairns here.  They’ll nae have much of a life without a father.”  Domitius looked down at his dwarven companion “I’ll provide for her and the children until they are on their feet, it would be wrong to abandon them after this tragic event.  Once we return to Ringbridge then we will see what is needed.  Now let’s gather as much as we can that hasn’t been spoiled and get a pyre started of these bodies.”
DM
GM, 3375 posts
Fri 31 Jan 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

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Marik
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Fri 31 Jan 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

Marik stood a hundred feet from the base of the now half-built outpost, his right hand shading his eyes as he looked out in the distance. "You say it's that way," he asked his companion as he pointed in the direction he was looking, "how far?" Darius shrugged. The brightly colored, comfortable clothes he was accustomed to had been replaced by more utilitarian, drab garments that seemed to sour the man's generally cheery disposition. "I can't be certain. For that matter, I can't be entirely certain it's there at all. I mean, there's only so much that Aleira can share with me," he says with a nod in the direction Marik was pointing. Barely visible was a raven circling overhead in the distance. "I've tried to remain discreet until you solidified your claim with Lord leMaistre. Once the outpost is complete, I'll be a little more deliberate.

At that moment, the beautiful half-elven Chancellor of Marik's holdings emerged from the doorway of the outpost currently under construction. Much like Darius, she was dressed in drab-colored travelling clothes with a light leather armor over top, but unlike Darius she still found a way to look good wearing them. "The foreman says it should be complete within the next month or so. I'm thinking the tavern should go just over there," she says with a wave off to the east of the outpost. "Oh, and I think I've found someone to run it. He's an old family friend, or more specifically his father is a family friend. He's a chaplain of Cayden Cailen, and looking for a new start. I didn't ask too many questions, but he's a good guy." With a sigh and a bit of shrug, she turned to Darius, "I sure hope your intelligence is correct, otherwise this venture may be doomed. With Junction and Outpost so close, without some good reason, our little village here may not be very lucrative."

Marik nodded at Alanna's words but then offered a friendly smile to Darius, "Like they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained." Truth be told, Marik had been happy to hear about Darius' potential find and the chance to take a risk. Ever since Mariam had finally gotten the nerve to tell him that she was going to leave the adventuring life and dedicate herself to running the church of Iomedae's holdings in Tusk, and forsake any other relationships, including theirs, he'd been a bit out of sorts. New Dawn gave him a renewed sense of purpose and something to focus his efforts on. "Alanna, I want you to stay here and make sure they stay on schedule. And if you vouch for the chaplain that's good enough for me. Darius, do what you have to do to find that deposit...within reason of course."
Kendrick Winters
player, 397 posts
Marshal-Dominus-Tusk Town
Knight Paladin of Iomedae
Fri 7 Feb 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

Kendrick rode south back to Tusk town. He had spent the past three weeks on the road. He took it upon himself to travel to each of the towns and villages in the Midmarch. Silverton, Ringbridge, Feyfalls, Outpost... he delayed leaving Outpost to train Nugget. And there was a skilled trainer in Outpost.

"Don't understand why we don't go back through Outpost on the way back from Olsen. It wouldn't cost us more than a day of travel." Mikki complained to her horse but with enough volume to catch Kendrick's ear. "Zorah has hot food. Warm beds."

"I've had enough of your complaining." Liam shouted back to Mikki. He slapped her mount in the rear, "Go scout ahead! And keep quiet. Scouts are supposed to stay quiet." Liam watched as Mikki road ahead, she gave a final complaint, "I'm so going to stay home. Never leave Tusk town!"

Kendrick followed the two on the road. Yes, they could have retraced their route from Olsen through Outpost back to Tusk town. But he decided to take the road that followed the eastern edge of the forest... his mind wandered back to several exchanges with the trainer in Outpost.
    Her green eyes sparkled in the light. She wore simple clothes but there was an elegance even in simple attire. A Restov riding cap and gloves. She greeted with the honor that was due to one of his station. Her knowledge of etiquette and manners showed as the two exchanged words of greeting. Her face turned into pure delight when Kendrick told him that Nugget came with him. "Additional training, some grooming..." was all that he could say before she gave a rushed bow of courtesy before she rush out to find the horse. "Nuggggget!" Kendrick held a slight grin as he turned and gave Zorah a nod of his head. Zorah had witnessed the entire exchange.

    The green-eyed woman informed Kendrick that she would need a few days, a week, to complete Nugget's training. She offered one of the other horses to use as he informed her that he planned to visit Olsen and return to Outpost. That got the trainer from Restov hopeful, but then Kendrick quickly amended his plans to travel down the eastern forest road. "Another village is planned along that route. I must go there. Zorah smiled as she heard that exchange.


Liam road silently next to Kendrick as he watched Mikki. Mikki road ahead. It didn't look like she was watching the edge of the forest. "She's hopeless." Liam whispered.
DM
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Sun 22 Mar 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4714

Rebooted for the 4714 Summer Downtime thread




Note: this thread is semi-IC and semi-OOC.  IC is nice, but feel free to use OOC if you need to.

Use this thread to make your downtime posts.  If your post involves using skills or feats to make items or earn money - then I expect to see a set of properly documented calculations in a private line at the bottom of the post.  You may use up to 25 days for Crafting.

If you are making a ‘What I did in the Downtime’ post -  feel free to use any of the minor NPCs in a casual way.  Just don’t let them commit me, Henry or their employers to anything concrete - nor do anything out of character :)
DM
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Fri 19 Jun 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4715

NEW YEAR

Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4715

Note: this thread is semi-IC and semi-OOC.  IC is nice, but feel free to use OOC if you need to.

Use this thread to make your downtime posts.  If your post involves using skills or feats to make items or earn money - then I expect to see a set of properly documented calculations in a private line at the bottom of the post.  You may use up to 25 days for crafting.

If you are making a ‘What I did in the Downtime’ post -  feel free to use any of the minor NPCs casually.  Just don’t let them commit me, Henry or their employers to anything concrete - nor do anything out of character :)

Please also note:
Every PC and NPC that you run ages one year.
Entourage-assistants who are eligible for a new level can go up a level – but that comes into effect at the end of the round.  When you work out skills etc, remember that entourage assistants can be used to help run strongholds.

The Player Information Thread II has a list of the BPs that you can spend.
Safiya Vallani
player, 296 posts
Sun 21 Jun 2020
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Safiya spends some time crafting magic items.
DM
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Sun 28 Jun 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4715

Just a warning, I intend to close the campaign round down next weekend  :)

So all building plans should be submitted before that date.  The one exception is Zelona's new holding at Old Keep, as Zelona has some RL issues to manage.  If you were intending to invest there, then save your BP for when Zelona is able to oversee development.

Remember, you can also score a bit of RP experience, with an IC post in this thread.
Domitius
player, 375 posts
Half Elf Fighter/Rogue
AC:21 HP:38
Mon 29 Jun 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4715

Two days ago they had crossed Lord Henry’s borders and advanced into the wilderness, the bandits they had been chasing had been caught earlier that afternoon. It had been a short fight but most of the bandits had been unwilling to surrender.  The two that remained alive were young and Domitius was inclined to cut the pair a deal.

They were both in their mid teens barely more than boys really, brothers who had fallen in with the wrong crowd after their mother had died.  As far as he could tell they hadn’t committed any crimes yet but merely being part of the bandits group was enough to see them in gaol or worse.

“All right you two if you cooperate and lead us back to the rest of the bandits I will be lenient, will you agree to doing it?”  Domitius asked the two.  Brock the bigger of the two nodded his head after looking at his brother Cade who had shrugged.  “Aye your lordship, we will lead you to the camp.  It’s not far we should be there tomorrow if it pleases.”

“Very good and how many more bandits did you say there were Cade?”  Domitius asked the younger boy.  “About twenty Sir” came the reply “The boss is Derrick, he will be waiting for us to come back.”  his voice trembling in fear.

“Very good now you to go with Brother Thaddeus here and get some food we leave at first light.” Domitius watched the two boys go and start to eat ravenously it was obvious that they hadn’t been treated particularly well.  As Domitius stood pondering what to do with the boys Nargrym approached “Well Laird, I dinna suppose we are in the habit o executing bairns now are we? I’m thinking they just need someone to look after them.  Thaddeus is a good soul and just the man to take care o them.”

Domitius nodded, “No it would be wrong to kill those two, maybe Thaddeus will induct them although I think your uncle was looking for some more help.  Let’s see when we get back to Ringbridge shall we.  Now how are the rest of the men holding up?  Orlfinn will be getting another scar I’m guessing.”  Domitius shook his head ”Twice now he’s been stabbed by someone he thought dead.”

Nargrym chuckled “Aye, he’s grand in the fight but he does nae have his wits about him after the rage lifts. Tic will be berating him now I expect.”  the pair looked across at the comical image of the halfling tracker waggling his finger at the seven foot tall barbarian who merely nodded sheepishly.  The wound had already been treated but would be painful for the next day or so as the big Ulfen warrior healed.

“Well we should get camp sorted, it will be a busy day tomorrow.” Domitius said looking at the assembled troops and his companions.  Nargrym nodded and headed off to find a meal as Domitius prepared himself for the next day.
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Adoven
Player, 701 posts
HP 40 AC 20 F+2 R+9 W+2
Rogue / Bard
Mon 29 Jun 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4715

Upon his return from the Narlmarches, Adoven sent a missive to Ringbridge via a carrier. He was recalling Tobias, knowing that the sharp-minded merchant would be able to ferret out the information he needed, if anyone could. Adoven, however, was ordered to Varnhold with no notice, and had to leave instructions with a shopkeeper to give to Tobias upon his arrival.
When Tobias came in, he asked for Adoven and was told of the situation. He was then given the letter. Tobias opened the letter and read

Tobias, I trust you are in good health. I need your services here. House Yitis of Mivon has established a presence in Tusk. In addition, Aldori of all stripes have been gathering in Mivon, in anticipation of a war brewing with their neighbors to the north. None of us in Midmarch wants to be dragged into a silly feud. I need you to visit the markets, hostels, Inns, and docks. I need you to extract any information regarding any plans to involve Midmarch in this war. It might be they wish to funnel troops through our lands. Or they may be planning to smuggle things in using the gnomish Shop I built for Jovvox. I don't know,  but I think you can find out. There's a promotion in this for you if you can find out anything important.
Tobias takes the commission and gets to work.

03:32, Today: ~Tobias Lodkova rolled 32 using 1d20+12.  Diplomacy, Gather Information .

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Cass Mordane
Player, 563 posts
Bard/Sword Scion/Diplomat
My Sword Sings
Mon 29 Jun 2020
at 21:19
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4715

Cass spent most of his time working on his business ventures. Things were looking up in the hospitality business.
Alisa D'Medvyed
player, 300 posts
Half-elf Cleric
Wed 1 Jul 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4715

Dreams:

They were the foundation of Alisa's spiritual path and practice.    They had been so ever since the autumn of her eleventh year, when Her whispers had first become audible.

Many of them were wondrous, grand --  fully breathtaking.  Some so much so that it was nearly heartbreaking to wake from them. Yet there were also those far less easy to experience.   The essence of which was almost always sacrifice  --  involving harrowing risk, mind obliterating pain, soul rending death.   Death of the divine...that which was supposed to be immortal...

An enormous, blazing stone seared the darkness... only a single chance to avert unimaginable catastrophe... a summoning of courage and resolve... a final, heart wrenching farewell to one who was loved above all others...

And then the scream. Always, the scream.

Sometimes it woke her.  It did so this time.   Alisa pushed herself up from bed, flesh beaded with cold perspiration, her heart pounding. She shook her head and gasped, blinking, did her best to steady and focus herself.   After she mostly had, her attention went to her night-shadowed environment...and she realized with profound shock she wasn't where she went to sleep.

Out beyond the pane of a curtained window, she could hear the patter of rain and the blowing of wind. The aesthetics of the room were elegant and stately; beautiful but not at all ostentatious.  Above her the ceiling was vaulted --  the flooring beneath it marble.   With an elfin hybrid's low-light sight, she could make out the lunar sigils etched in several places, as well as a delicately exquisite mobile-sculpture, with the same motif, suspended from the ceiling.  She knew exactly where she was.

Acavna's high-temple in old Azlant.   She'd never before glimpsed this room, but the construction was familiar enough, from her dreams.    Which she should presume this to be; yet, she was here.  She had woken...was breathing the cool air, could feel it on her skin, the fine texture of the bedsheets.

Alisa felt a leap of excitement. She had to see this sacred place - experience it firsthand at last. Hanging on one wall was the full, classical raiment of an Acavanite priestess -- which she'd likewise dream-seen so many times. Worn by those who served the Defender here. Arising from the bed, she stepped across the floor, and proceeded to garb herself.

Hanging off a nearby peg, in the same manner she often hung her own --  was the Lady's holy sigil.   She reached for it -- and then stopped. It was damaged --  one side of it blackened, with some scarring on the other. She took it from the wall, examining closer, and scowling.  Why?  It was near sacrilege in this place --  unless, perhaps, it had happened while giving honorable defense?   Yet, walking the halls here with no symbol seemed the greater affront, and so she donned it.    She made her way to the room's sole door, turned the knob, and went out into the hall that lay beyond.

She is gone...

Alisa halted dead in her tracks. Had she truly heard that-?   Probably -- surely --  it was only the wind. She resumed walking.

She fell...

This time she gasped lightly, and there was gooseflesh on her arm.  Knowing well she had heard it.  "Is someone here?"  It did not occur to her to think that she had asked in the Azlanti tongue -- it seemed perfectly normal to use it. There was no answer, and again she continued walking.

Gone... forever gone...

Alisa swallowed, but did not stop this time. But her heartbeat sped a little, and she wished very much she might see someone...

Whispers are all that remain...  echoes... empty echoes... 

"Who are you?   Where are you?   If this is a game, it is not amusing.   I am a true priestess of the Defender, and ask that you show yourself, and speak to me directly!"

We did it...  it was our power...  we killed a god... your god...

Righteous anger rose in her at that.  "This is Her sacred temple!   As one of her own, I demand you reveal yourself, and cease this cowardly taunting!"

You give yourself to what no longer exists...  priestess of nothing...  little pretend servant of a divine corpse...

Alisa was now running through the hall, in grim determination, determined not to let fear overcome her, to find someone, anyone. "Hello!" she called out --  "Is anyone here-?"

Ours was the power... enough to slay your god...  she perished -- died screaming -- like any mere mortal...  oh, look... here is some company for you...

Through one of the doors a trio of cadavers burst into the hall --   clad like herself in the raiment of Acavan's faith; hissing and reaching out toward her.

Sadly, they are all dead too...

Alisa's hand went immediately to the damaged holy symbol.   It worked as well as any other:  a channel to the higher-realm opened, and the aura of positive energy which emanated from her destroyed all three of the zombie things; collapsing in twitching pieces upon the floor.

Yes, yes good -- send that which is dead to its final rest... it's the proper thing to do. Even for a dead goddess...

"Be you accursed, for desecrating this place!  Pitiable coward, if you are responsible for their deaths,  I swear I shall find you, and in Acavna's name I will -- "

Come... come, little Alisa...  daughter of a drunkard and an uncaring, wayward woman...  not much further.   Come out on the balcony, at the hall's end.  The one that looks out over the sea! Come look upon the visage of a god-slayer! Come see your truest enemy... if you've the courage...

She was being baited, she knew it of a certain.  Possibly playing right into this entity's hands.    If it had slain everyone here, then what could she hope to do, alone-?

It didn't matter. She would go face whatever was out there;  to not bravely give her all in defense of this place would be wholly unworthy, a gross affront to the goddess. And so she continued on -- hearing that the storm outside had grown stronger.

Come, come... that's it, that's it...  I am outside... awaiting you...

In short order, she reached the balcony doors, and with no ado, flung them wide open. She stepped outside, into the wind and the rain, looking out across the sea.     There was nothing...nothing else at all to be seen, aside from the coast and the elements.

Until the water suddenly erupted -- and an absolute nightmare came crashing up to the surface. The aboleth bellowed its unholy, hate-filled fury -- the most utterly gruesome, soul-deadening sound she'd ever heard in her life.    Yet rather than being cowed by it, something snapped inside Alisa.

Moving right to the railing, she screamed, ranted and cursed at the foul thing:

"Desecrater! Twisted, monstrous freak!   Murderous, cowardly abomination!  Go back into the abyss ---  Acavna despises you, damns you, and her priestess spits upon you!"     


The aboleth emitted a repulsive gurgling sound, that just might have been a laugh.    It hauled back one of its slimy pseudopods --  and then swung it with appalling might --  it smashed into the temple below where Alisa stood, crumpling the structure, and she fell --

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

At some point during the dark hours of early morning, Domitius would wake to Alisa's short scream --  and find her out on the balcony ---  nude and kneeling on bloodied, scraped knees out in the rain.    Saying four words over and over -- in a tongue she did not previously know how to speak in:

"Ev tarreith nel keselma ... "
This message was last edited by the player at 16:53, Sat 04 July 2020.
Kiera
player, 206 posts
Wed 1 Jul 2020
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Re: Fuzzy:  Down Time.  Yr 4715

Routine.

One word, two syllables, something Kiera never thought she was going to get used to.

It used to be her simply waking up from wherever she'd managed to get a few hours of sleep, cramming whatever lump of food she'd had on hand into her mouth, and then getting a move-on to go check things with the rest of her bunch.  But nowadays...

She sipped at a tankard, the first drawn from a new keg.  It was one of the many rules she'd implemented at the Nectar- if she wouldn't drink it, then it didn't get served- and though she'd drink a lot of things, there was a line she didn't cross- if it tasted like it came off the southbound end of a northbound horse, it was returned, and another was popped open.  Even a working man or soldier or whatever deserved a nice, fresh tasty ale.

But as she perched on her stool in the corner of the bar, she'd set the nearly full tankard aside, opting instead to take a hit off her skin of applejack, shaking her head at the tart taste of apple.  Did she have better on-hand?  She did- the top shelf at the Nectar wasn't all that big, but she stocked bottles of things she liked and other harder-to-find things- but she'd pressed into the staff that no, she paid for drinks just like any other person- and if she really needed it, she had her skin.

Even as she leaned against the back wall, smirking, dressed in a shirt and pair of leather pants that might have been cut a little tight for 'reasons', she simply listened to the latest version of whatever bawdy bar tune some of the porters currently finishing yet another cask of ale were breaking out.  Despite everything going on, everything that had happened- nearly getting eaten, watching her friends face down everything else... she was here.

The thought brought another smirk to her face.  She'd idly wondered if Alisa and Dom had gotten the package of bedsheets- including the one she'd painted a face with a fanged mouth on.  It was petty, it was a groan-worthy joke, but if she couldn't poke a little fun at some of her friends, then who could she poke?

She was only vaguely aware of someone plopping into the seat next to her, exhausted.

"He's back again, Ki."

Of course, being the responsible businesswoman also brought a number of new problems... and she lolled her head over to look at Rila- the woman she'd hired as head server, someone who'd been in taverns like this before- someone to help assist the other servers on how to deal with things, and to identify problems before they got started.  Such as this one.

Tonight's problem was a young man, a porter that came through every so often with a cargo train doing business in some of the other shops of Tusk.  As a rule, she liked porters- they drank a lot, mostly behaved themselves, and rarely soiled themselves or the bar with any sort of surprise.  But this one... was shaping up to be a problem.  He'd taken a liking to one of her servers, and as much as she tried to get away, he seemed to always be there.  Moving sections, dropping coin, and lately sneaking grabs and pinches.

Not that she was against the last thing, but she left it up to the servers how they wanted to handle it- if they wanted to hang after work, she didn't mind one bit- but if it wasn't welcome...

Taking a preemptive gulp from her skin, she turned and shook her head.

"So what'd he do this time?  Splash her with a drink?  Try to get her to bend over the table?"


"Pulled her onto his lap and offered her a handful of silver for the night.  Told her she was wasted here, that she ought to go over to the Nymph.  Offered to show her what she's missing- then Terra walloped him, and now he's pouting and wanting you to make things right."

If she'd been facing the bar, her head would have hit the wood with a loud, banging sound.  One of the only rules she'd made clear at the Nectar was that if you were told to knock something off, you knock it off.  If you persisted, well...

Her lips curled into a small smirk as she pulled herself up off the stool, and calmly walked behind the bar, pulling a tankard and getting ready to pour some of a special cask they'd had stored behind the bar.  Drawing it out, she would hail Terra over, passing her the mug and nodding in the direction of the porter.

"Trust me.  Go over, apologize, and give him this on the house.  Then go help in the back for... hmmm... maybe half an hour?  Give it some time to work, then maybe come on out.  I'll take care of everything."

Minutes later, the tankard was delivered, and she watched as the porter simply smirked, and downed the ale in less than five minutes, guzzling it down and immediately calling for another, and true to her word, she would draw and send another mug of the same.

Sometimes the Lady in the Room just set things up to be so, so easy- so she offered up a quick prayer of thanks as she let things keep in motion.

That cask, the special one- she'd cracked open a few days ago.  It tasted amazing, it had a good aroma, and everything one might want in an ale, except for one thing... one thing that was going to make itself useful... in about half an hour.

Time went by, and as Terra came back out, she'd motion the girl over to serve him, and offered up a wink.

Sure enough, as soon as he turned to her, Kiera walked forward, shoes silently padding across the floor- watching as the porter devoted his entire attention span to trying his luck with the serving girl again, turning his back on Kiera.

Standing behind him, she would smirk- and whisper a soft phrase, calling up a little of her inborn magic, surrounding herself with an illusion.  Some of the other regulars simply stared on, not a one of them making a sound- except for a mild, held-back laugh- and then, she would reach out and tap the porter on the shoulder, making it all come together.

The problem with the cask of ale, you see, was that it had a habit of loosening one's insides up- and the more of it you drank, well... combine that with a good scare, and some leather pants that hopefully didn't have too many holes...

As the porter turned around, she grinned- or, rather, the illusion grinned- and his eyes widened- and as he screamed, Terra pulled herself out of the way as he went tumbling over, collapsing to the floor, scampering his way back to the wall- leaving a wet trail under him, and most of the tavern would simply roar in laughter, enjoying the show.

Quite possibly the one thing people knew about the Nectar- well, besides the rumor Kiera had posed for the nereid on the sign- was that you didn't start trouble there, under the penalty of getting it right back.  It was a lot like Kiera- if you didn't start trouble with her, then you didn't get any trouble- you could come into the Nectar, have a few, pal around, sing a few songs of questionable bawdiness, maybe make a few jokes or hear worse that might leave your face burning as you laughed.

But if you started trouble, then you became the center of it- especially if you'd been warned about doing it.  Because at that point, well... she was obligated to do something about it.

As the laughter and the illusion faded, she peered down at the porter, who was still shivering on the ground, and knelt down, wrinkling her nose at the smell.  Yeah, he'd been loosened up something fierce- and given that the local crowd liked to talk and at least a few might know who he was, she hoped the story would bounce among his friends for years to come.

"...so.  Have we learned our lesson, then?  The one about not continuing to cause trouble in my place after you've been asked not to?  Good... very good.  Though, maybe you can show me you understand it, hm~?  Why don't you leave, and think about why what you did wasn't such a good idea for, say... a month?  Maybe after you get back from your next trip... and find some clean pants while you're at it, hm?

By the way, you owe for the booze, the mess... and an apology to my friend here. So pay up and get gone, hm?  The rest of us want to get back to drinking."


She'd washed the money he'd coughed up before adding it to the box, and after a few minutes, the mess had been cleaned (and a few extra coins in the pockets of those who'd cleaned it up), and everything was back to normal again- after he'd left.

Stretching, she would return to her stool.  It was time to expand, she figured.  The traffic was there, the money was there, but she needed some more space.

"...besides, if I keep growing, I can serve some better stuff, maybe even get some custom-made brews.  Maybe my own vineyards, or something."


She sipped a bit more applejack, and leaned back against the wall.

This routine was worth every go-round.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:07, Wed 01 July 2020.
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