Telluria: a Casual Game [IC]

[WindStruck]

It is the night of the party. At last. Over the past several days the capitol city, Ducobim, has bustled with a great influx of travelers. The surrounding towns' inns and accommodations have all been brimming to near maximum capacity, but in the city itself, it can be certain that not a single cot or empty seat is available. The smooth, cobblestone streets are choked with the bustling masses of humanoids of all shapes and sizes. Even a few ogres and a troll had been spotted, seeing as they stick out like a sore thumb from the crowds. Wagons and horse riders struggle to get by, but are brought to near stand-stills by the throngs of visitors. Eventually, some officials clear out a sizable path in the street and cord it off; a parade will be marching soon.

Before stepping out into the street, nearly having to fight your way just to get out the door, you check your invitation one last time. Made from a stiff, supple paper of a cream hue, it has a single fold that flips upward, and when closed, is about the size of a greeting card. Upon opening it, it glows slightly with magic and the letters are visible in a fancy, gold cursive:Dear Patron:

King Mephis IV thanks you and all others who participated in the lottery for a chance to attend his son's birthday party. Many could not be chosen, but fortunately for you, you are not one of them. We congratulate you and welcome you to attend the ball. Simply present this invitation to the guards, and you will be let in to enjoy the festivities.

The festivities will begin at 6 pm. From then until 8 pm the gate will be open. Afterward, entry will be barred until midnight, when the event is over. Please be as presentable as possible when you attend, and remember, if you lose this invitation, we can't let you in.

All the best for a wonderful evening,
James Mephis IV, James Mephis V, and the palace staff

The pushy crowd of people is disorienting, but thankfully, you can see the palace rising up above the nearby buildings. In a way it resembles a large fort or castle, though its "defenses" seem hardly capable of withstanding an actual war. A mansion would probably describe it better. With it being autumn, dusk is visibly approaching.

The central "keep" is huge in its own right and takes up most of the ground area, though there still does appear to be ample space between it and its outer walls. The whole thing is about three stories tall and it has a tower in each corner that rise at least three more stories above. Near its center but closer to the front, a crystal, dome-like structure rises up as well. Large glass windows adorn the walls at regular intervals.

As you get closer, you also notice that the palace is close to the large lake (actually called the Isha Sea), but not quite lined up parallel to it. The opposite shore can't really be seen from here, although the mountainous terrain next to it certainly is visible. It would be a breathtaking view from one of the palace towers. A wide, but somewhat short bridge does lead up to the palace gates; it is not a moat it spans, but a sparkling brook that must empty out into the sea. The gate does have an iron portcullis, but the wall itself is no more than two feet thick and fifteen feet high. There isn't even a "gatehouse" - just the levers and extra needed space for the mechanisms to raise and lower the portcullis.

You step on the bridge, passing by several guards milling about, who must be keeping an eye on the area and the general surroundings. It is quite smooth and appears to be paved with bits of seashell. In fact the whole path leading up to the palace door is also paved similarly. The gate looms just before you, and there are more guards: two on each side of the gate, donning chainmail with swords sheathed, plus even more, some even holding crossbows further in. A finely-dressed noblewoman accompanies the guards at the gate, and she appears to be doing most of the talking and invitation handling.

As you approach, they eye you expectantly.There you go, hope you know what to do at this point. :smallwink:

But keep in mind, you should be prepared as if going to a party. They aren't going to let you in waving around a big sword, and definitely not your mount. Might get away with some armor if it is light enough, covered up enough, and overall you still look presentable.

As for Quxelopqr:If you still want to play the sorcerer who is being an entertainer here tonight, you don't need to talk to these guards. However, perhaps if you wanted to post yourself preparing or whatever at the moment, that would be fine. Also if you are entertaining, I think it would be nice if you eventually made a post describing your act. Heh, go wild with it as long as it seems... remotely possible. You can have all sorts of props or assistants or some magic items you wouldn't normally have access to now. However, they do not belong to you.

[Derp]

Derank just can't enough. Everything is just incredibly fascinating about his visit to Ducombil so far! The seashell road is exceptionally wonderful. He double checks his invitation one last time, and approaches the noblewoman handling them.

"I believe we hand these to you, ma'am?" he says, smiling at her. Hopefully she isn't scared of his appearance like so many others in this country appear to be...

[Severance28]

Sam approached the gate, eying the guards. He tugged nervously on the uncomfortable collar of his fancy garb that he had gotten for this occasion; his clothing and pony were back at the inn he had stayed at for the last few days, a little ways out of the city. He thought getting here early would alleviate the sick feeling he had in his stomach, but instead it only made it worse. He walked up to the lady receiving invitations, barely standing taller than her waist. He handed the invitation to her, deciding not to say anything, as he was unsure of what to say.

He hoped he was dressed well enough for this.

[Keltaris]

Kaad is not big on crowded places, yet he's here, the invite he received in his gloved hand.

For this occasion he had his darkweave outfit washed and parfumed.

He looks around trying to memorize every detail as he closes to the gate, then, once there, he hands his invite to the noble lady, hoping his outfit is appropriate for the occasion.

"Hi, ma'am."


Kaad is not carrying any weapon, armor or shield, except for the adamantine bolt tucked in his boot, hidden.

The signal whistle is worn around his neck, and he is wearing his Darkweave clothing and his muffling shoes.

Everything else is back at the inn.

[WindStruck]

Derank just can't enough. Everything is just incredibly fascinating about his visit to Ducombil so far! The seashell road is exceptionally wonderful. He double checks his invitation one last time, and approaches the noblewoman handling them.

"I believe we hand these to you, ma'am?" he says, smiling at her. Hopefully she isn't scared of his appearance like so many others in this country appear to be...
The woman smiles with a nod and extends her hand, revealing a fine bracelet of several gold rings. Upon receiving the invitation, she mutters something and her eyes glow slightly green. She seems to be reading something on the back of the card that wasn't even there before.

"Let's see here..." She gives Derank a quick once-over and continues reading. Her eyebrows raise curiously, "You are... from Ashroton? So, what brings you here? Are you defecting or... ?"

Sam approached the gate, eying the guards. He tugged nervously on the uncomfortable collar of his fancy garb that he had gotten for this occasion; his clothing and pony were back at the inn he had stayed at for the last few days, a little ways out of the city. He thought getting here early would alleviate the sick feeling he had in his stomach, but instead it only made it worse. He walked up to the lady receiving invitations, barely standing taller than her waist. He handed the invitation to her, deciding not to say anything, as he was unsure of what to say.

He hoped he was dressed well enough for this.
Assuming we are only handling people one at a time, next Sam approaches. The woman smiles again. "Good evening. I hope all is well?" she says noticing his somewhat quiet, nervous disposition. She does the same thing as before, reading the card, and looking over Sam carefully. Then she continues, "Alright, could you please state your full name and answer the following question you selected: Who is your knightly mentor?"


@Keltaris: g2g right now, have no time to answer you yet! :smalleek:

[white lancer]

Devlin slid easily through the crowd as though he were working his way through an obstacle course. Many of the people here had no doubt never been to an event of this magnitude, but Devlin had, and he knew how to pick his way through a crowd. He had even been to this palace before, though his house was one of the lesser noble houses, not quite influential enough to swing an invitation without paying for it (though Devlin liked to think the king's men had, at least, weighted the lottery in his favor). The young man was confident that he fit in here perfectly, with his well-groomed body and hair and expensive-looking clothing and jewelry, including the signet ring of his house. On his father's advice, he had left his most expensive clothes at home--one never knew what one might encounter on the road--but he still looked good enough that he surmised many might mistake him for a member of the king's court. Wouldn't that be fantastic?

As he approached the gate and stood in line to present his invitation, he adjusted the finely-crafted mandolin on his back. Hopefully, he would have the opportunity to play it tonight without rudely infringing upon the king's planned entertainment--there was nothing he liked better than to demonstrate his growing skills with the instrument. In addition to the mandolin, he carried his harmonica, mirror, and some of his gold, but he had left everything else at his room at the (quite reputable) inn. This was, after all, a party, and he knew there would be no need for the uncomfortable armor or the dagger he could barely use anyway.

When he reached the head of the line, Devlin seemed completely at ease as he presented his invitation with a smile. "How are you on this fine evening, my lady? I trust this will be a night to remember."

[Lexin]

Boddynock takes his time preparing to the party, he walks around his inn room for a while talking quietly, as if talking to the dog sitting on the carpet. "You heard them Ardent. No animals allowed... I am really sorry about that, lad, you know I am. What's more, no weapons and no armor... Now that's a bummer, I grew used to the order's armor and feel best with the crest shield on my hand... Aww, a shame, but can't do anything about that... I hope that these clothes are 'courtly' enough for the important guys... What do you think, my friend?" he asks with a smile, turning around. He is wearing clean, but practical clothes: heavy leather boots, dark brown pants, clean white shirt and a dark blue doublet, the only part of his outfit which looked formal... except of the cloak with Order of Heimdal's crest which still lied at the bed at this time.
Ardent only waggled his tail for an answer.
"Good enough, I suppose."

Boddynock draped the cloak on his shoulders and leaved the inn, to join the party. 'Better not to be late... kings are not forgiving folk...' He walks in the crowd and finally reaches the noblewoman.
"Boddynock Nackle, of the Order of Heimdal." he says, smiling as he hands her his invitation.

[Severance28]

Assuming we are only handling people one at a time, next Sam approaches. The woman smiles again. "Good evening. I hope all is well?" she says noticing his somewhat quiet, nervous disposition. She does the same thing as before, reading the card, and looking over Sam carefully. Then she continues, "Alright, could you please state your full name and answer the following question you selected: Who is your knightly mentor?"


Oh, right, sorry, Sam said, stuttering slightly: My full name is Sam Gertrude Stoneheart, son to Harry Elizabeth Stoneheart. My middle name is for my mother, same for my father's middle name. Well, his mother, that is. My grandmother. Elizabeth. After a pause in which Sam felt like both the guards and the woman was staring down at him bemusedly, he continued: Oh, right. My knightly mentor is sir Richard Owen Gallenhad, the origin of the name unknown. Sam smiled slightly, feeling very out of place in his new clothes: feeling like he was back in the caravan, playing dress up clothes that did not suit him. He wished he was back in the safety of his room, or next to his beloved pony, Falcon.

Edit: Sam is just wearing his fancy clothes, as well as the jewelry to go along with it. (I am not sure what that entails, it just said jewelry needed to go along with it). He also has his coin purse, with around half of his coins in it, in one of the pockets. Everything else is back at the inn.

[WindStruck]

Kaad is not big on crowded places, yet he's here, the invite he received in his gloved hand.

For this occasion he had his darkweave outfit washed and parfumed.

He looks around trying to memorize every detail as he closes to the gate, then, once there, he hands his invite to the noble lady, hoping his outfit is appropriate for the occasion.

"Hi, ma'am."

Kaad is not carrying any weapon, armor or shield, except for the adamantine bolt tucked in his boot, hidden.

The signal whistle is worn around his neck, and he is wearing his Darkweave clothing and his muffling shoes.

Everything else is back at the inn.

"Greetings," she says tersely, but with a warm smile. Again she mutters something with eyes faintly aglow, reading the back of the card, and looks at Kaad. "I don't mean to pick you out, but I must say, it is very interesting to see that a half-orc was chosen from the lottery. Wouldn't expect many of your kind... ah, sorry, I am wasting time. But I mean no disrespect at all. I just wished to say you should still be more than welcome here. If you run into any problems, come to me." She smiles again, this time a bit with a blush and a wink. "Oh, right! So, recite your name, and... your question was: What city did you first work in?"
For the city, just making something up, like: <name>, <kingdom>. Anything should work and automatically be correct...

Also is it just me or does she have a thing for half-orcs? :smallyuk:


Devlin slid easily through the crowd as though he were working his way through an obstacle course. Many of the people here had no doubt never been to an event of this magnitude, but Devlin had, and he knew how to pick his way through a crowd. He had even been to this palace before, though his house was one of the lesser noble houses, not quite influential enough to swing an invitation without paying for it (though Devlin liked to think the king's men had, at least, weighted the lottery in his favor). The young man was confident that he fit in here perfectly, with his well-groomed body and hair and expensive-looking clothing and jewelry, including the signet ring of his house. On his father's advice, he had left his most expensive clothes at home--one never knew what one might encounter on the road--but he still looked good enough that he surmised many might mistake him for a member of the king's court. Wouldn't that be fantastic?

As he approached the gate and stood in line to present his invitation, he adjusted the finely-crafted mandolin on his back. Hopefully, he would have the opportunity to play it tonight without rudely infringing upon the king's planned entertainment--there was nothing he liked better than to demonstrate his growing skills with the instrument. In addition to the mandolin, he carried his harmonica, mirror, and some of his gold, but he had left everything else at his room at the (quite reputable) inn. This was, after all, a party, and he knew there would be no need for the uncomfortable armor or the dagger he could barely use anyway.

When he reached the head of the line, Devlin seemed completely at ease as he presented his invitation with a smile. "How are you on this fine evening, my lady? I trust this will be a night to remember."
"I'm quite fine, thank you," she says with a slight bow, noting his attire and ring. She accepts the invitation, and once more reads the back, "Yes, this will be a night no one will forget... ah, just as I suspected. Devlin Racondour, we heard you were coming. Though I must say, the description of you hardly does you justice. Haha! Go right in, and have a good night," she adds, merrily.


Boddynock takes his time preparing to the party, he walks around his inn room for a while talking quietly, as if talking to the dog sitting on the carpet. "You heard them Ardent. No animals allowed... I am really sorry about that, lad, you know I am. What's more, no weapons and no armor... Now that's a bummer, I grew used to the order's armor and feel best with the crest shield on my hand... Aww, a shame, but can't do anything about that... I hope that these clothes are 'courtly' enough for the important guys... What do you think, my friend?" he asks with a smile, turning around. He is wearing clean, but practical clothes: heavy leather boots, dark brown pants, clean white shirt and a dark blue doublet, the only part of his outfit which looked formal... except of the cloak with Order of Heimdal's crest which still lied at the bed at this time.
Ardent only waggled his tail for an answer.
"Good enough, I suppose."

Boddynock draped the cloak on his shoulders and leaved the inn, to join the party. 'Better not to be late... kings are not forgiving folk...' He walks in the crowd and finally reaches the noblewoman.
"Boddynock Nackle, of the Order of Heimdal." he says, smiling as he hands her his invitation.

The woman smiles, taking the invitation without a word. She reads the back of the card and eyes Boddynock. "Hmm..." She comments uncertainly, eying his cloak. "I believe your order did get a few invitations for this party... though they were not tied to any individual." She shrugs, and hands the invitation back. "Well, can't say I'm absolutely certain, but I doubt you'll cause any trouble. Please, come in and enjoy the party."


Oh, right, sorry, Sam said, stuttering slightly: My full name is Sam Gertrude Stoneheart, son to Harry Elizabeth Stoneheart. My middle name is for my mother, same for my father's middle name. Well, his mother, that is. My grandmother. Elizabeth. After a pause in which Sam felt like both the guards and the woman was staring down at him bemusedly, he continued: Oh, right. My knightly mentor is sir Richard Owen Gallenhad, the origin of the name unknown. Sam smiled slightly, feeling very out of place in his new clothes: feeling like he was back in the caravan, playing dress up clothes that did not suit him. He wished he was back in the safety of his room, or next to his beloved pony, Falcon.

Edit: Sam is just wearing his fancy clothes, as well as the jewelry to go along with it. (I am not sure what that entails, it just said jewelry needed to go along with it). He also has his coin purse, with around half of his coins in it, in one of the pockets. Everything else is back at the inn.
She grins down amused at the poor, stuttering halfling. Though, trying to keep it suppressed, of course. "Well! A bit more detail than was expected, but everything is in order. Don't worry, we're pretty convinced you aren't a shapeshifter now!" After a small chuckle she continues, "Ahem, sorry. Well, here's your invitation again. Hold on to it just in case, and try to enjoy yourself." She hands the invitation back and motions her hands as if to allow him to proceed.


All people who passed this first checkpoint are sort of in "stasis" at the moment. Another post will follow sometime later about what happens afterward, and a description of the party/interior.

[Lexin]

The woman smiles, taking the invitation without a word. She reads the back of the card and eyes Boddynock. "Hmm..." She comments uncertainly, eying his cloak. "I believe your order did get a few invitations for this party... though they were not tied to any individual." She shrugs, and hands the invitation back. "Well, can't say I'm absolutely certain, but I doubt you'll cause any trouble. Please, come in and enjoy the party."


"Thank you very much ma'am." He says smiling and passes through. "Cause trouble? Of course not, who does she take me for?! What do you say Ardent?" he grumbles quietly as he walks to join the party. He stops for a second and looks around, confused look on his face "Oh right, I left Ardent at the Inn... who will I talk to this whole time?!" ... he resumes walking looking a little unhappy, but then shrugs, smiles deciding to try and have fun anyway.

[Derp]

The woman smiles with a nod and extends her hand, revealing a fine bracelet of several gold rings. Upon receiving the invitation, she mutters something and her eyes glow slightly green. She seems to be reading something on the back of the card that wasn't even there before.

"Let's see here..." She gives Derank a quick once-over and continues reading. Her eyebrows raise curiously, "You are... from Ashroton? So, what brings you here? Are you defecting or... ?"


Derank appears to have not heard her question, and has been left speechless by her little display. Finally it seems he hears her and "Defecting? Oh dear no not at all Ma'am! I was granted a term of leave from my mercenary work due to good service and decided to see the world. I have been around the lands since the latest hostilities have broken out, and just haven't made it home yet. And no, before you ask I am not a spy either!" geez what is with these people and their lying and spying? All I wanted to do was go to a nice party and see what the hubbub was about!

She can sense motive if she wants, but he is telling the truth :smallsmile:

[WindStruck]

Derank appears to have not heard her question, and has been left speechless by her little display. Finally it seems he hears her and "Defecting? Oh dear no not at all Ma'am! I was granted a term of leave from my mercenary work due to good service and decided to see the world. I have been around the lands since the latest hostilities have broken out, and just haven't made it home yet. And no, before you ask I am not a spy either!" geez what is with these people and their lying and spying? All I wanted to do was go to a nice party and see what the hubbub was about!

She can sense motive if she wants, but he is telling the truth :smallsmile:
Roll a bluff check anyway! Just kidding. :smallbiggrin:
"I see..." she says, somewhat cautiously. The guards also seem to be a bit tense around you. But then a smile curls up on her lips. "Well, suppose I did ask and you said you were? You'd be a pretty bad spy if you admitted to it. Then again, a real spy probably wouldn't even say where he was really from. Haha, well, those idiots obviously took your money without a hassle and entered you in the lottery, so it would only be fair..." With a more serious tone she continues, "Alright, alright. So, in case you forgot, you were asked to give a 'security question' to help verify you are the true owner of this invitation -- and yes, we ask everyone," she preemptively adds in a defensive tone. "State your full name, and answer your question: what is the name of your people?"

[Quxelopqr]

As he waited in the tent, Garret looked himself over once more. Spells? Check. Davis? He looked down at his pocket to see the weasel's head poke out and glance up knowingly. Check. Absurdly awesome outfit? Oh check yes.

Grinning to himself, he could hear the bustle of people outside. No matter how often he performed, the nervous excitement before showtime is what made him come back for more. He patted Davis on the head and took a deep breath. I really hope no one gets hit with the color spray this time.

[TaiLiu]

This was going to be business, not a party.

I reminded myself of this again and again: when I stepped onto the road, when I pushed myself past the crowds, when I started to cross over the bridge, glossy with fragments of the sea. The Balance had to be maintained; this was going to be business, not a party.

A noblewomen seemed to be the greeter, and as I approached her, I pulled out my invitation, which glowed brightly of magic. My invitation to business, not a party. I checked and made sure all three of my holy symbols were on my neck before giving her the paper. This was going to be business, not a party.

"Hello," I said.

Character Block:
Lori, Servant of Io (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=534151)
Female True Neutral Human Cloistered Cleric, Level 2, Init +0, HP 10/10, Speed 30 Feet
AC 10, Touch 10, Flat-footed 10, Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 1
Wooden Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/1d6, ×2)

Abilities Str 9, Dex 10, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None

Spells:
Draconic Manifestations:

Spell Slots Available: 3 of 3
Prestidigitation
Dancing Lights

Blessings of Io:

Level 0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Resistance
Level 1: Command, Comprehend Languages, Inflict Light Wounds, Make Whole

[WindStruck]

This was going to be business, not a party.

I reminded myself of this again and again: when I stepped onto the road, when I pushed myself past the crowds, when I started to cross over the bridge, glossy with fragments of the sea. The Balance had to be maintained; this was going to be business, not a party.

A noblewomen seemed to be the greeter, and as I approached her, I pulled out my invitation, which glowed brightly of magic. My invitation to business, not a party. I checked and made sure all three of my holy symbols were on my neck before giving her the paper. This was going to be business, not a party.

"Hello," I said.

Character Block:
Lori, Servant of Io (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=534151)
Female True Neutral Human Cloistered Cleric, Level 2, Init +0, HP 10/10, Speed 30 Feet
AC 10, Touch 10, Flat-footed 10, Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 1
Wooden Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/1d6, ×2)

Abilities Str 9, Dex 10, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None

Spells:
Draconic Manifestations:

Spell Slots Available: 3 of 3
Prestidigitation
Dancing Lights

Blessings of Io:

Level 0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Resistance
Level 1: Command, Comprehend Languages, Inflict Light Wounds, Make Whole

The noblewoman replies, "Good evening," as she takes the invitation and then begins the magic processes, reading its back. After scanning both the card and Lori she says, "Io..? Don't think I've heard of such a god before... maybe you could -- excuse me." She reaches in one of her pockets, pulls out a wand, and waves it in the general direction of the empty space beneath the gate. The energy from the wand glows and crackles faintly as it transfers over to outline the shape of a small being. A halfling fades into view, who looks quite startled as the guards rush in to tackle him. She glares at him as another guard approaches with some manacles to haul him off somewhere. "Ahh! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorrryyy!" he frantically yells as he's taken back into the city and disappears into the crowd.

After a slight pause she places the wand back into her pocket and turns her attention back to you. "Sorry about that. Freeloaders." :smallannoyed: "Where was I... oh right. I was going to say maybe you could tell me more about this 'Io', but it appears to be a part of your security question as well!" she remarks with an amused expression. "Perhaps I could find out more during the party, but for now... please state your full name and answer the question: who is Io, and what is his holy symbol?"

[Sneaky Weasel]

The Thin Man was having the time of his life.

Although he'd been in towns before, even the largest was nowhere near on the scale of this city. So many sights! And smells! And sounds! He wasn't used to sounds yet. They had been terribly frightening when he first descended, the waves of air crashing into, roaring in the amplifying orifices on his new head. He had quickly found ways of coping, but it was still disconcerting. Of course, nothing could ruin this day for him. This was a party, and they were supposed to be FUN. He wanted to experience fun. Maybe do some experiments and see why is happened. This seemed an ideal place for such things.

And finally, he approached the bridge. Time to make himself presentable. Act human, he told himself, walking up the bridge. Act human.

"Greetings! Hello! Good evening!" A tall, exceedingly pale man dressed in fine black clothes cut to the latest court fashion strides briskly across the bridge, longish black hair blown about by the wind. A wide grin is plastered on his face, giving the appearance of someone who never usually smiles, but is giving it his best try and going a bit too far with it. His gait is jerky, as if his head is being pulled by an invisible string and his legs are doing all they can to stop him from collapsing. He draws to a halt a little to close to the noblewoman for comfort, and pulls out the ornate invitation from his jacket.

"This is my invitation! The ruler of this city gave it to me! I'm his guest. And, err..." he leans even closer, and whispers conspiratorially. "I think you're blocking the entrance. Can I get through by any chance?"

My armor and weapons are safely hidden away somewhere, leaving me with nothing but the clothes and my back and the ability to grow MASSIVE FREAKING TEETH ahem. :smallbiggrin: My blemishes are currently prepared and suppressed, leaving no indication of my alien nature. My disguise check, should it prove relevant, is 21(having taken 10).

[Derp]

Derank beams with pride, as he always does when one asks to know about his proud people.

He breaks out into a wide grin and says "Derank Sheran is my full name, son of Dertunk Sheran, barbarian warrior of the Sherturrian Tribe of the Barbaric Lands of Ashroton!" He almost says the last bit in a shout, before realizing that claiming his allegiance in town would probably not be the best idea.

Sheepishly, he adds "Sorry about that. I get a bit excited sometimes."

Derank does have all his weapons with him and is in his hide armor, which is covered in various trophies from hunts. He would understand if the guards confiscated his weapons.

[Keltaris]

The moment the lady mentions his race Kaad shudders imperceptibly, fearing that once again he might prove inappropriate, only to sigh in relief once she reassures him that there won't be any problems.

"The name is Kaad... and as for the the first city I worked in, that would be Devon in the kingdoms of Batowing." then, as he is handed his invite back, he continues "Thanks, milady, your nobilty is shown in your heart as it is shown in your birth. May this night be kind to you as you have been to me."

[WindStruck]

The Thin Man was having the time of his life.

Although he'd been in towns before, even the largest was nowhere near on the scale of this city. So many sights! And smells! And sounds! He wasn't used to sounds yet. They had been terribly frightening when he first descended, the waves of air crashing into, roaring in the amplifying orifices on his new head. He had quickly found ways of coping, but it was still disconcerting. Of course, nothing could ruin this day for him. This was a party, and they were supposed to be FUN. He wanted to experience fun. Maybe do some experiments and see why is happened. This seemed an ideal place for such things.

And finally, he approached the bridge. Time to make himself presentable. Act human, he told himself, walking up the bridge. Act human.

"Greetings! Hello! Good evening!" A tall, exceedingly pale man dressed in fine black clothes cut to the latest court fashion strides briskly across the bridge, longish black hair blown about by the wind. A wide grin is plastered on his face, giving the appearance of someone who never usually smiles, but is giving it his best try and going a bit too far with it. His gait is jerky, as if his head is being pulled by an invisible string and his legs are doing all they can to stop him from collapsing. He draws to a halt a little to close to the noblewoman for comfort, and pulls out the ornate invitation from his jacket.

"This is my invitation! The ruler of this city gave it to me! I'm his guest. And, err..." he leans even closer, and whispers conspiratorially. "I think you're blocking the entrance. Can I get through by any chance?"

My armor and weapons are safely hidden away somewhere, leaving me with nothing but the clothes and my back and the ability to grow MASSIVE FREAKING TEETH ahem. :smallbiggrin: My blemishes are currently prepared and suppressed, leaving no indication of my alien nature. My disguise check, should it prove relevant, is 21(having taken 10).Haha, the Thin Man? No that doesn't sound right. How about we just call him the slender man. I like the sound of that better. xD"...Indeed," she responds to his initial greetings. Then the slender man practically gets right in her face with his explanations and queries. She leans back uncomfortably. "Um... I'm in charge of the security. I'd need to see your invitation first, please. Did we have too much to drink tonight? So soon?" :smallconfused:


Derank beams with pride, as he always does when one asks to know about his proud people.

He breaks out into a wide grin and says "Derank Sheran is my full name, son of Dertunk Sheran, barbarian warrior of the Sherturrian Tribe of the Barbaric Lands of Ashroton!" He almost says the last bit in a shout, before realizing that claiming his allegiance in town would probably not be the best idea.

Sheepishly, he adds "Sorry about that. I get a bit excited sometimes."

Derank does have all his weapons with him and is in his hide armor, which is covered in various trophies from hunts. He would understand if the guards confiscated his weapons.
The noblewoman suppresses a grin as much as possible. After a brief pause of everyone staring at Derank, she begins, "Well, you did choose that question. And your answer is correct." She hands the invitation back to Drank and continues, "Just a warning, though. You won't be allowed in the palace with all of... that," waving her index finger around at just about every part of Derank. "You can enter the grounds, though... Oh hey, one more thing: when you report back to Ashroton and tell them what you've seen, don't forget to tell them how great this party was." :smallbiggrin: She grins almost mockingly at you.


The moment the lady mentions his race Kaad shudders imperceptibly, fearing that once again he might prove inappropriate, only to sigh in relief once she reassures him that there won't be any problems.

"The name is Kaad... and as for the the first city I worked in, that would be Devon in the kingdoms of Batowing." then, as he is handed his invite back, he continues "Thanks, milady, your nobilty is shown in your heart as it is shown in your birth. May this night be kind to you as you have been to me.""Right," she says with a satisfied nod and hands back the invitation. As Kaad bids his farewell, she can't help but nod again with a warm smile and has nothing left to say...

[Sneaky Weasel]

The slender man nods vigorously. "Drink? Yes, I drank from a ditch earlier. This body needs hydration you know!" He proffers his invitation with a flourish, craning his neck to look through the gates beyond.

"I'm Vix, by the way. Just Vix. It's a nickname." He says this with a bit of hesitation, as if unsure of his own name. Surely that's not really the case though.

[TaiLiu]

The noblewoman replies, "Good evening," as she takes the invitation and then begins the magic processes, reading its back. After scanning both the card and Lori she says, "Io..? Don't think I've heard of such a god before... maybe you could -- excuse me." She reaches in one of her pockets, pulls out a wand, and waves it in the general direction of the empty space beneath the gate. The energy from the wand glows and crackles faintly as it transfers over to outline the shape of a small being. A halfling fades into view, who looks quite startled as the guards rush in to tackle him. She glares at him as another guard approaches with some manacles to haul him off somewhere. "Ahh! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorrryyy!" he frantically yells as he's taken back into the city and disappears into the crowd.

After a slight pause she places the wand back into her pocket and turns her attention back to you. "Sorry about that. Freeloaders." :smallannoyed: "Where was I... oh right. I was going to say maybe you could tell me more about this 'Io', but it appears to be a part of your security question as well!" she remarks with an amused expression. "Perhaps I could find out more during the party, but for now... please state your full name and answer the question: who is Io, and what is his holy symbol?"
Another beautiful example of Balance just appeared: the noblewoman's spell against the halfling's spell. Force pushes against force; power against power. The Balance is not merely about an opposite reaction, nor is it all about equilibrium - it is the world. Everything can be countered, given the right conditions. Everything can be fought against, given the right power. Everything can be ignored, given the right time. The Balance is a beautiful flower blooming, a wondrous lark singing. Indeed, I was so busy contemplating the Balance that I almost missed the noblewoman's question.

"My name is Lori, Servant of Io," I said, "Io is the creator of all Dragons and the Swallower of Shades. Here" - I brushed aside my cloak to reveal my silver holy symbol - "is what his symbol looks like: a multicoloured disk."
Character Block:
Lori, Servant of Io (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=534151)
Female True Neutral Human Cloistered Cleric, Level 2, Init +0, HP 11/11, Speed 30 Feet
AC 9, Touch 9, Flat-footed 9, Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 1
Wooden Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/1d6, ×2)

Abilities Str 9, Dex 10, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None

Spells:
Draconic Manifestations:

Spell Slots Available: 3 of 3
Prestidigitation
Dancing Lights

Blessings of Io:

Level 0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Resistance
Level 1: Command, Comprehend Languages, Inflict Light Wounds, Make Whole

[WindStruck]

Ok, here's all (or as much as I can think of) of the info on the palace:Layout Picture:http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk41/Taleladar/DucobimPalace.png
Exterior Description:For the most part, you are free to wander about and do as you please while outside the palace proper. In fact, the area is set up a lot like a fair ground. There are only two gates into the palace walls: the front and rear gate. However, for this occasion the rear gate is locked at all times. Also, the back area generally isn't for visitors anyway. In one section of the back is a massive stockpile of fireworks that are planned to be shot off the whole night once it gets darker.

Next to that are stables which could be used if people rode in. There is also ample room to store some sorts of large objects, if any. Sorry, I did try to say there were stabling accommodations here for the guests. Though what I meant was absolutely none of the pets/mounts allowed inside the palace. Well, wouldn't be surprised if other people got that misconception or just didn't know. But either way they'd be expected to stay in the stables and wouldn't be following you.

Anyway... the exterior of the palace bustles with activity. Music gently wafts from all directions, though it is subtle. It is not nearly as crowded as the streets of Ducobim, but still, many people can be seen milling about along the seashell paths and having a good time. Glimpsing inside the palace, it appears more quiet and more formal. Outside, where you are now, things do appear to be more lively and interesting. Festive lanterns are strung up every so often, filling the outer courtyards with a soft, colorful light.

Many people do appear finely-dressed, and sometimes as couples or with children running about. You wonder how they managed to get their close relatives in too? Perhaps they were not part of a random drawing or, in fact, somehow bundled several entries together. Some others do appear to be rabble, though, obvious attempts to look presentable can be noted. Regardless, wherever you go, there always seems to be a guard stationed nearby to keep an eye on things. However, they often smile and have a courteous demeanor, sometimes engaging in brief conversations with the guests.

Ah, but of course, that's not even half of it. Many tents filled with attractions and performers are also scattered about outside. Let's take a look....

Entertainers:These are the "P's". This just denotes performers of some kind that typically make a lot of racket. They are spaced out for a reason. :smalltongue: Little circular objects are usually nearby on the map; these are tables for people to relax at. The northernmost performer is a female elven singer. She has a beautiful voice and tends to mix up her songs greatly. Some do not even have actual lyrics.

The eastern one near Garret's tent has some guy playing a recorder (type of flute). Accompanying him is someone else banging his hands on a tombak (a hand drum). The flute music seems to go with a silly act nicely, but it starts to grate on your ears after a while, considering he seems to be playing the same song over and over. Garret is going nuts having to listen to it constantly.Imagine listening to THIS for an hour straight: http://www.youtuberepeater.com/watch?v=MlKzL-swVCI&s=5&e=65
No, that is not me. Also it's the first sample of recorder music I could find on youtube. xD

Bonus challenge: listen to it for the whole time while you read this! :smallfurious:

No, that would be heinous. This (http://www.youtuberepeater.com/watch?v=klmOoxY_Cjc&list=PLCBDBB48ABBDB7BF9) is probably much better.
The southernmost performer is a triplet of 2 violins and a cello. It seems the style of their songs would be the violins complementing each other, and sometimes seeming to compete. The cello acts as the bass and tries to reconcile them. Next to the west is a lively-looking fellow by his lonesome, playing a mandolin in an even more lively manner. Lastly, near the stables is a 4-person mariachi band. No, I'm not joking, though I am running out of ideas. :smallbiggrin: One is a dwarf playing an accordion. Two others have guitars; the last, a trumpet.

Some other tents may just have other entertainers as well, like Garret. They all have tip/donation boxes.
Tent Details:Orange tent (starting in the bottom-left corner): people selling really strange seafood-looking items on shish-kabobs and other items that are extremely local and ... commoner. On one hand, it's quite different from the other food served at the party, and it's still kind of cheap. On the other hand, all the Hors d'oeuvres (you know, pronounced like "orderves") and other food in the palace is free. Additional details can be made upon inquiry.

Red tent: a carnival game with little bowls floating in the water, which flows in a circular fashion. The object of the game is to toss a ball into one of the bowls. Unfortunately the balls are extremely light and bouncy. Even if you make one land in a bowl, it will bounce right out.
Cost: 3 cp for 1 ball, 1 sp for 4.
Minor - clear bowl (65/85): Minor prize or awarded 1 ticket.
Lesser - yellow bowl (12/85): Lesser prize or awarded 3 tickets.
Normal - blue bowl (7/85): Normal prize or awarded 10 tickets.
Greater - red bowl (1/85): Greater prize or awarded 50 tickets.
Prizes are described in next section...

Blue tent: an alchemist trying to expand his business by grabbing the attention of as many people here as possible. He has many of the items found here (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/equipment---final/goods-and-services/herbs-oils-other-substances), though not nearly all. They're also at a slight discount, and he also has some free samples.

Green tent: a "magician" doing tricks purely from slight of hand. He makes various animals disappear/reappear, does card tricks, seems to pull other misc. objects from out of nowhere, and frequently asks for volunteers. He also has a tip-collecting box.

Red tent: a carnival game where you are supposed to throw a ball and knock over all the bottles. They're actually heavy porcelain objects that resemble bottles about 3.5" in diameter and 6" tall. First is a row of 3, on top of those stand 2, and 1 stands on those. Unfortunately, though the ball is supple, it would take a great deal of force to significantly budge them all.
Cost: 5 cp for 1 try, and 2 sp for 5 tries.
Minor - knock all bottles off except 1: 1 minor prize or 1 ticket.
Lesser - knock every bottle off: 1 lesser prize or 3 tickets.
Normal - do it twice in a row: 1 normal prize or 9 tickets.
Greater - do it three times in a row: 1 greater prize or 30 tickets.

Purple Tent (back to the western corner): Archery Club competition. Entry fee is 20 gp. One attempt per person. You will be given a masterwork shortbow and 10 arrows. You attempt to shoot a target that is 100 feet away. Points are awarded depending on how close you come to the bullseye. At the end of the night, a winner is determined, and he/she wins a +1 composite shortbow (strength rating: 1) and a complementary quiver stocked with 50 arrows. Also a one-year membership to the club located in Ducobim. Runner-up gets the shortbow used for the competition and 6 month memberhip. 3rd place just gets 6 month membership.

Green tent: the tent is not open and draped over every side. Fast-paced music can be heard within. There is, however, a place to pull aside the tarp a bit where an entrance should obviously be. Inside you would see a smoke-filled interior with a number of exotic dancers gyrating energetically to the music, often right near or on the men who may be drinking, smoking, or both. Then one of the women, um... do you really want me to continue? :smalleek:

Blue tent (southern corner): A gambling game. Basically a ball is rolled down a slide/ramp and bounces onto a 10x10 field of squares. There are 100 squares in all: 44 are red, 44 are yellow, 12 are blue. You bet on a color. If you pick red or yellow and the ball lands on your color, you win what you bet (doubling the current pile of money you placed). If you bet on blue, you win 6 times the amount bet (multiplying your pile by x7). If the ball does not land on your color, you lose all that you bet. Bets can be placed/removed at any time before the ball is released... though the game does seem to move at a fairly fast pace. You could lose (or win) a lot of money in a short period of time.

Orange tent (starting at the top): a dart-throwing game. Several targets about 8" in diameter swing back and forth approximately 10' behind where you throw. Unfortunately, a giant windmill-shaped structure spins in front of them all, frequently blocking your shots and disrupting concentration. On top of that, the darts are not weapon-quality and only have a range increment of 10 feet.
Cost: 1 dart for 5 cp, or 5 for 2 sp.
Minor - hit a target and dart firmly sticks in it: 1 minor prize or 1 ticket.
Lesser - hit a target in the interior (as marked): 1 lesser prize or 3 tickets.
Normal - hit a target in the bullseye: 1 normal prize or 10 tickets.
Greater - do it 3/5 times in a set of 5: 1 greater prize or 40 tickets.

Blue tent: candy, candy, and more candy. Cookies, peppermints, other hard candies, licorice, chocolate bars, truffles, candy apples, rock candy, bubble gum, lollipops, you name it. Did I mention they also had candy?

Green tent: A blacksmith also trying to increase his business by showing off his wares here. He has various weapons of all sorts, and some suits of armors as well. All of his wares on display are masterwork and at a slight discount. He does appear to have some extra things as well that aren't masterwork... However, he warns none of what he sells can be taken in the palace.

Red tent: Acrobats doing various, uh, acrobatic feats. They juggle, they walk a tight rope, they do tumbling, handstands, balancing off of a quarterstaff, also co-op to give each other boosts and stuff. They have a tip collection box.

Green Tent (back to the west a bit): another carnival game. This time the object of the game is to launch some human dolls into one of various small cauldrons circling about a platform. The dolls are about 8" x 5" x 4" and appear to be hogtied. The owner of this tent is a goblin that grins mischievously at you... To play, you place a doll on the end of this lever-type thing however you wish. Then you hit the end of it closest to you with a rubber mallet. If all goes according to plan, the doll flies through the air and lands in one of the cauldrons. It isn't easy at all, though, considering the dolls are exceedingly difficult to aim, and have difficulty landing in a cauldron, due to their odd shape.
Cost: 3 cp for 1 try, 1 sp for 4.
Minor - N/A. You can get 2 for 1 ticket.
Lesser - land a doll in a cauldron: 1 lesser prize, 2 minor prizes, or 1 ticket.
Normal - land 2/4 of your doll set in a cauldron: 1 normal prize or 4 tickets.
(3/4 gets you 6 tickets)
Greater - land 4/4 dolls: 1 greater prize or 18 tickets.

Orange Tent: a table of blackjack plus roulette. Up to 5 players can be accommodated at a time for the blackjack. Of course there is a dealer, and another person... an elf, in particular, also watches over the game. Roulette is also played in the same tent. The white marble and wheel are all rather standard. ((DM Note: I am a bit rusty on what the payoffs should be for these games))

Red Tent: Fine wines. This smart guy decided to try appealing to the nobility that should no doubt be attending this party and has put all his fine alcohols on display. Many are worth a great deal. He doesn't allow taste tests unless you have already purchased something.

Finally, the last tent in the eastern corner: This is Garret's tent. Make up your act!
Carnival Prizes:For the various carnival games, there are prizes. The sillier games (all except the archery) all have the same types of prizes. However the tickets they award are not transferable to other tents; they can only be spent where they are won. If you win in a category (minor, lesser, normal, greater), you can either take the tickets or immediately redeem your win for a prize of that category. If saving up your tickets, you need to have an amount equal to the number given as a prize to buy that category of prize.

Minor prizes: tiny stuffed animal (barely fits in a human's hand), bag of candy, a decent-quality 2" ball, pair of 6-sided dice, 8-pack of chalk, 8-pack of candles, set of scented bathsoaps, an inkpen, a stick of charcoal, a normal deck of playing cards, a few pages of crossword games, or some other type of child's toy.

Lesser prizes: small stuffed animal (twice as big as the tiny), a decent-quality 5" ball, a board game, a set of dominoes, a small canvas kite, small bag of marbles, rounders gear, a colorful decorative bedroll, a canvas hammock, a rather ordinary lamp, an eye patch, a cheap drama-expression mask (tragedy or comedy), or 1 lb. of tobacco.

Normal prizes: stuffed animal (about 1' tall), high quality wool silk-lined blanket, a chalkboard (plus chalk), quality animal masks (fox, wolf, bear, dragon, cat), luxurious silk scarf, a reversible cloak (red one side, black the other), a thin leather poncho, cheap perfume, a brightly-colored waterproof bag, a tea cup, a fishing kit, a grooming kit, a cheap umbrella, a large bag of marbles, a large linen kite, a set of billiards gear, a cheap bowling set, a croquet set, a dartboard set, a horseshoes game set, and high quality tennis gear.

Greater prizes: huge stuffed animal (nearly as big as a halfling), set of two folding chairs, a loud tough bell net, resilient rot-resistant fishing net, an ornate silver-plated bell (or brass), a compass, a tiny mirror, a signal whistle, rustic-looking candle lamp or a hooded lantern, a bottle of ink (plus pen), party-goer's clothes, an embroidered backpack, a soft leather belt pouch, a stainless steel coffee pot, a cooking kit, an abacus, a decent-quality 10" ball, a flute, a lute, or a mandolin.
Now for the interior of the palace:If you try to enter the palace, the guards stationed near the entrance will stop you to make sure you aren't carrying in something you shouldn't be (like weapons, overly obnoxious giant stuffed animals). Such items are "confiscated" but generally, they politely ask you if you would like to safely place your items somewhere, and they do so within one of the other rooms in the palace.

Once you step inside there are basically two main areas: first is the grand foyer. Gentle piano music can be heard playing; so of course if you look around to find its source, you will see a hired person playing one. Somewhat near the edges of the room, various furniture layouts are set up: mostly couches and coffee tables. They rest above velvet carpets which are draped over the pale, marble floors. Many guests can be seen quietly chatting with one another sitting on them. More, still, are just standing around talking as well.

Many other servers can be seen walking by. Some carry dishes of small appetizers, and others carry thin drinking glasses filled with alcohol (like for champagne). Near the back of the room (relative to the entrance), a few tables are set up. One has a huge variety of crackers, cheeses, and breads. The next has bins full of salad leaves and toppings for such like cheeses, tomatoes, croutons, dressing, carrots, and other vegetables. The next table, past the stairs, has a huge shank of meat on it, which is above a portable stove to keep it warm. An attendant is there to cut it for you. Finally, the last table is a bar with various other alcohols, plus more mundane things if desired like tea, coffee, and water.

The room also has a balcony stretching along the three sides facing the interior of the building. Other patrons can be seen standing around up there or even sitting at an occasional chair, but all the rooms are closed, and guards are stationed up there to keep it that way. In fact, all other doors are barred on the 1st floor too. Also looking up, you notice a massive chandelier (must be at least 20 feet across) strung with many clear shards... probably glass or quartz... they couldn't all be diamonds, could they? But aside from that, the only other door that is open is the one directly ahead on the 2nd floor, leading to the ballroom.

The ballroom, itself, is huge. This time the marble alternates from various shades of beige, light green, light blue, or a pale lemon color, which many visitors and courtiers dance across. Nearly the entire ceiling is made of a crystalline or glassy material that provides a clear view of the sky. The sky has gotten darker and some stars are just beginning to shine. Then with a pop, and a shower of sparks, you see the first fireworks being shot off into the night sky.

A different music can be heard within this massive room: it actually appears to be like a symphony. In fact, on the slightly raised platform where the king would normally be, a small symphonic band is playing... at the moment they appear to be playing some sort of waltz. However it is strange that the sound seems to pervade every part of the room evenly. You'd wager some magic might be at work that focuses on sounds emanating from the platform.

Speaking of that, if the band is there, where is the king? Ah, there. He roams about the room talking to the other patrons not engaged in dancing near the edges of the room, followed by two body guards and his son, who does not seem to do much of the talking. Basically the edges of this room are similar to the grand foyer, both due to furniture being placed and the patrons who simply aren't dancing. Also more servers carrying various foods and drinks roam around the edges as well.

The room also has an upper-floor walkway (3rd floor) that encompasses its entire perimeter, although absolutely no one is on it. A few guards are stationed at the top of each staircase to deny anyone further access up. The other doors on the lower floor are barred as well. Can't let everyone roam the entire palace. Would be too hard to keep an eye on everything and make sure no one stole something or... did something else. :smalltongue: Ah, but who cares? You aren't supposed to be snooping around through the palace. You are supposed to be enjoying the party!

[WindStruck]

The slender man nods vigorously. "Drink? Yes, I drank from a ditch earlier. This body needs hydration you know!" He proffers his invitation with a flourish, craning his neck to look through the gates beyond.

"I'm Vix, by the way. Just Vix. It's a nickname." He says this with a bit of hesitation, as if unsure of his own name. Surely that's not really the case though."Excuse me??" she says, completely weirded out. Ok, I'm about this close to kicking this guy off the guest list. She quickly snatches the invitation and mutters her incantation. "Ok, it says here, you are Vicks. Just... Vicks." After eying the slender man and the letter more briefly she asks, "And the security question you gave the officials is..." Her speech comes to a halt as she begins squinting, re-reading, with an incredulous look on her face. "What is your favorite flavor rock?"


Another beautiful example of Balance just appeared: the noblewoman's spell against the halfling's spell. Force pushes against force; power against power. The Balance is not merely about an opposite reaction, nor is it all about equilibrium - it is the world. Everything can be countered, given the right conditions. Everything can be fought against, given the right power. Everything can be ignored, given the right time. The Balance is a beautiful flower blooming, a wondrous lark singing. Indeed, I was so busy contemplating the Balance that I almost missed the noblewoman's question.

"My name is Lori, Servant of Io," I said, "Io is the creator of all Dragons and the Swallower of Shades. Here" - I brushed aside my cloak to reveal my silver holy symbol - "is what his symbol looks like: a multicoloured disk."
Character Block:
Lori, Servant of Io (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=534151)
Female True Neutral Human Cloistered Cleric, Level 2, Init +0, HP 11/11, Speed 30 Feet
AC 9, Touch 9, Flat-footed 9, Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 1
Wooden Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/1d6, ×2)

Abilities Str 9, Dex 10, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None

Spells:
Draconic Manifestations:

Spell Slots Available: 3 of 3
Prestidigitation
Dancing Lights

Blessings of Io:

Level 0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Resistance
Level 1: Command, Comprehend Languages, Inflict Light Wounds, Make Whole

After listening to Lori's response and seeing her holy symbol, the woman responds, "Hmm... yes... I wish they figured out how to draw a picture on these things already. But I believe your answer suffices." She smiles politely and hands the invitation back. "Well, I will delay you no further. I hope you enjoy the party." With that she steps to the side and raises her arm nearest the gate slightly, gesturing you to come in.

[Sneaky Weasel]

"Excuse me??" she says, completely weirded out. Ok, I'm about this close to kicking this guy off the guest list. She quickly snatches the invitation and mutters her incantation. "Ok, it says here, you are Vicks. Just... Vicks." After eying the slender man and the letter more briefly she asks, "And the security question you gave the officials is..." Her speech comes to a halt as she begins squinting, re-reading, with an incredulous look on her face. "What is your favorite flavor rock?"

"Ah yes!" Now this conversation was on firmer ground. Vix knew his stuff here. "Although certainly larger rocks are too hard to really chew, I have found quartz to be particularly...piquant. A good travel food." He nods, the matter settled. Although, the woman did seem to be looking at him strangely. Was he doing something wrong? After a quick analysis of the conversation...humans, rocks....Oh! "Ah, you see, I'm half dwarf. By adoption." There, that should allay any suspicion.

Yes, I know. I'm being racist against dwarves, and quartz isn't a rock. But this is an alien in ancient times, he wouldn't know. :smallbiggrin:

[WindStruck]

"Ah yes!" Now this conversation was on firmer ground. Vix knew his stuff here. "Although certainly larger rocks are too hard to really chew, I have found quartz to be particularly...piquant. A good travel food." He nods, the matter settled. Although, the woman did seem to be looking at him strangely. Was he doing something wrong? After a quick analysis of the conversation...humans, rocks....Oh! "Ah, you see, I'm half dwarf. By adoption." There, that should allay any suspicion.

Yes, I know. I'm being racist against dwarves, and quartz isn't a rock. But this is an alien in ancient times, he wouldn't know. :smallbiggrin:

Something was up with this guy; she knew it. Maybe he was just really drunk, but she didn't smell any alcohol on him. Or maybe it was some other type of drug? Maybe he was just a loon? Or maybe... he must be some sort of alien from an alternate dimension in disguise as a human... nah, that's a stupid idea. Occam's razor. Still, he needed to be watched...

"Well... everything appears to be in order," she says, handing the invitation back with a faked smile. "Make sure you hold on to this to get into the palace, and have a good evening." A bit after Vix continues his merry way onward, she gets the attention of a guard, gestures to her eyes and points at Vix. He begins to trail a ways behind Vix, keeping an eye on him.

[KillingAScarab]

Faldis was still at the inn adjusting the outfit he had purchased earlier that day just for the party. It was brightly colored with yellows, oranges and reds, with strangely tight leggings and a rather large hat. The colors reminded him of something his mother might have made for him when he was much younger to wear during the summer festival the village held. But this outfit wasn't made with even a single dyed pelt. It was mostly cloth of some kind. And unlike the headdresses which would be worn in his village on such an occasion, the hat didn't have any feathers or bones from game hunted last year by the person celebrating a birthday today.

"These Bestrathi dress oddly for parties, don't they, Phim?"

Phim didn't have much of a response to the question. There was just a feeling of boredom and a dimming of it's blue glow, probably from still being stuck in this room when it could be at a celebration of some kind.

"Well, at least that merchant was kind enough to point out what I should wear when I said I would want to dance for the king when I see him. And this hat is large enough I could fit you inside of it."

At this, Phim floated left and right purposefully and became darker still. Faldis could feel it didn't like the idea of being stuck in the hat for the whole night.

"Maybe if you don't nudge people's possessions around without them knowing I can tell them you're just an illusion," Faldis suggested, before glaring at the flying ball of incarnum. "But if you could do that, I wouldn't be missing my waterskin, now would I?"

Phim moved with something like an indignant retort, but it was too quick for Faldis. Sighing, Faldis grabbed the hat just in case before leaving the room with Phim gliding silently after.

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By the time Faldis arrived at the gate to the castle there was already quite a crowd ahead of him. Some of the people weren't people at all, or not any kind he had ever seen before. Others were making so much noise chatting his ears seemed to play tricks on him; he could have sworn he heard someone near the head of the line say they were a 'roton. Even as it made Faldis a little nervous, the crowd seemed to please Phim, at least. It flitted this way and that around people's feet, flying up above their heads and generally trying to experience as much of it as it could while staying within the invisible boundary around Faldis it could exist in. By the time Faldis reached the noblewoman taking people's invitations, it was bold enough to get quite close to her.

If I try to say this is an illusion, it would have to be the most annoying illusion possible, Faldis groaned inwardly. Phim seemed to react to that feeling and pulled back some while Faldis pulled out his invitation and noticed the guard looking eagerly at his scimitar scabbard. I guess they should hold onto the buckler, too.

"A good evening to... I am sorry, what is your name?" he tried to greet the noblewoman while giving her his best gap-toothed smile.

[WindStruck]

Faldis was still at the inn adjusting the outfit he had purchased earlier that day just for the party. It was brightly colored with yellows, oranges and reds, with strangely tight leggings and a rather large hat. The colors reminded him of something his mother might have made for him when he was much younger to wear during the summer festival the village held. But this outfit wasn't made with even a single dyed pelt. It was mostly cloth of some kind. And unlike the headdresses which would be worn in his village on such an occasion, the hat didn't have any feathers or bones from game hunted last year by the person celebrating a birthday today.

"These Bestrathi dress oddly for parties, don't they, Phim?"

Phim didn't have much of a response to the question. There was just a feeling of boredom and a dimming of it's blue glow, probably from still being stuck in this room when it could be at a celebration of some kind.

"Well, at least that merchant was kind enough to point out what I should wear when I said I would want to dance for the king when I see him. And this hat is large enough I could fit you inside of it."

At this, Phim floated left and right purposefully and became darker still. Faldis could feel it didn't like the idea of being stuck in the hat for the whole night.

"Maybe if you don't nudge people's possessions around without them knowing I can tell them you're just an illusion," Faldis suggested, before glaring at the flying ball of incarnum. "But if you could do that, I wouldn't be missing my waterskin, now would I?"

Phim moved with something like an indignant retort, but it was too quick for Faldis. Sighing, Faldis grabbed the hat just in case before leaving the room with Phim gliding silently after.
---------

By the time Faldis arrived at the gate to the castle there was already quite a crowd ahead of him. Some of the people weren't people at all, or not any kind he had ever seen before. Others were making so much noise chatting his ears seemed to play tricks on him; he could have sworn he heard someone near the head of the line say they were a 'roton. Even as it made Faldis a little nervous, the crowd seemed to please Phim, at least. It flitted this way and that around people's feet, flying up above their heads and generally trying to experience as much of it as it could while staying within the invisible boundary around Faldis it could exist in. By the time Faldis reached the noblewoman taking people's invitations, it was bold enough to get quite close to her.

If I try to say this is an illusion, it would have to be the most annoying illusion possible, Faldis groaned inwardly. Phim seemed to react to that feeling and pulled back some while Faldis pulled out his invitation and noticed the guard looking eagerly at his scimitar scabbard. I guess they should hold onto the buckler, too.

"A good evening to... I am sorry, what is your name?" he tried to greet the noblewoman while giving her his best gap-toothed smile.
As the soulspark closes in on the woman, she is forced to blink and pulls her head back a little with quite a perturbed expression. But before she could say anything, Faldis beat her to the punch. Afterward, however, her expression loosens up back to a smile and she replies in a pleased tone, "I believe you are the first person to ask me that tonight... It's Chaesis -- and let's just leave it at that for now," she adds with a quiet laugh. But then she quickly tilts her head and gazes back at Faldis with a discerning look. "Anyway, were you coming here hoping to be some sort of entertainer? I'm afraid we don't have any positions open at the moment, so if you'd excuse me, I need to attend to these guests..."

[Keltaris]

Kaad, snakes gently through the crowd as he walks slowly around the castle walls, carefully observing everything around him.

He has no interest in playing games, but he will come close to every tent, to take a more accurate look at the players, the entertainers and the games themselves.

After a while, Kaad, having seen enough, paces to the gates leading inside the castle, coming to a halt in front of the men guarding it.

"Evenin'."

He then gestures with his right hand, pointing towards the inside of the castle, awaiting permission to pass from the guards.

[Derp]

Derank walks through the gate, and his jaw just drops. So much is going on around the party, and he is just unbelievably excited! He starts staring at the various going ons, smelling the new smells, listening to the exotic music and..
**shove**. He looks behind and sees a line of people that cant seem to sneak by his bulk.

"Get out of the way!" Screams an older man. Sheepishly, Derank hurries through. He decides to take a tour of the outside, before heading into the main event.

Derank will probably play some games, and may enter in the archery contest as well. How many people are entered so far?

[WindStruck]

Kaad, snakes gently through the crowd as he walks slowly around the castle walls, carefully observing everything around him.

He has no interest in playing games, but he will come close to every tent, to take a more accurate look at the players, the entertainers and the games themselves.

After a while, Kaad, having seen enough, paces to the gates leading inside the castle, coming to a halt in front of the men guarding it.

"Evenin'."

He then gestures with his right hand, pointing towards the inside of the castle, awaiting permission to pass from the guards.
There are three guards at this door. A somewhat stocky guard, a much more comely one sporting a well-trimmed goatee, and some other that looks to be a young human they just recruited.

The squat guard gruffly replies, "Evnin'," as he's still chewing some sort of dried, orange fruit.

The more debonair one quickly adds in, "So... not interested in the fair much, are we? Do you have anything that you'd, ah, like us to hold on to for you?"

The third doesn't say anything and just watches.


Derank walks through the gate, and his jaw just drops. So much is going on around the party, and he is just unbelievably excited! He starts staring at the various going ons, smelling the new smells, listening to the exotic music and..
**shove**. He looks behind and sees a line of people that cant seem to sneak by his bulk.

"Get out of the way!" Screams an older man. Sheepishly, Derank hurries through. He decides to take a tour of the outside, before heading into the main event.

Derank will probably play some games, and may enter in the archery contest as well. How many people are entered so far?
Don't think there's anything to make an IC response to, but as for how many people are entered in the contest so far... few to none. The whole event only started a little while ago. :smalltongue:

[Lexin]

Boddynock walks past the guards, looks around and stops stunned, he even stopped talking to himself for a while...
...not long while though...
"Oh goody! It's quite a nice place! ... looks even nicer after the whole time I spent in the monastery..."
He decides to take a slow walk, looking at all the attractions. He walks south, past the blue tent with some strange gambling game, which didn't look that interesting to him. He thinks for a while about trying to play in the red tent... "Mesh... never been a good thrower..." ...but in the end continues walking...
He stops beside the green and spends good few minutes watching the 'magician' he laughs happily "I've been a little kid when I last saw one of these..." he says quietly and walks again, completely ignoring the alchemists tent ('Too many weird smells') and finally stopping by the red tent with some small floating bowls and prizes. It looked quite cheap... so why not?

"Hello mister, I would like to play." he says showing a small silver coin to the man in tent.

[Severance28]

Sam walks into the party along the sea-shell path, and picks a direction at random. He walks past a blue gambling tent, and a red tent that requires you to knock over heavy-looking pins. While sam lingered for a little on the pin-game, strength had never been his strong suit, and he kept walking. He walked past a few more tents, and noticed another red tent with cups and bowls in it. He was about to walk in, when a burly ogre moved out of his line of sight to reveal a sign that said "Archery club competition. Entry 20g". Sam checked his purse: it would be most of the money he had brought for tonight, but he had always been fairly skilled with a bow, and it would save him the trouble of having to find ways to entertain himself tonight-- he had never been very good at making small talk. With one last look at the gold in his purse, he walked into the purple tent and found the person standing behind the desk: Excuse me sir, but where do I sign up?

[Keltaris]

Kaad turns to the guard who last spoke and with a slight shrug answers his question: "To respond to both your questions... No, not really."

Then, as to confirm the absence of any weapon on him, Kaad spreads out his long arms.

If everything's ok, the half-orc will enter the castle and will continue his ever-observant stroll.

[Derp]

Well whatever the number is there is one more!

Derank walks among the booths. Various children's games abound, some of skill and some of "strength" Hmph knock over bottles, launch a frog into an urn? What kind of games are these! and so he keeps wandering. The alchemist's tent has some interesting concoctions, but he has never been one for oils. And then there it is, the archery competition! I've been meaning to replace my old bow! And its a game at that! He rushes over to the man taking sign-ups, accidentally knocking over some halflings (or were those children?) and struggles to remove the money from his bag to pay the man. "Sign me up!" he shouts, perhaps being a bit more intimidating then he means to.

[WindStruck]

Boddynock walks past the guards, looks around and stops stunned, he even stopped talking to himself for a while...
...not long while though...
"Oh goody! It's quite a nice place! ... looks even nicer after the whole time I spent in the monastery..."
He decides to take a slow walk, looking at all the attractions. He walks south, past the blue tent with some strange gambling game, which didn't look that interesting to him. He thinks for a while about trying to play in the red tent... "Mesh... never been a good thrower..." ...but in the end continues walking...
He stops beside the green and spends good few minutes watching the 'magician' he laughs happily "I've been a little kid when I last saw one of these..." he says quietly and walks again, completely ignoring the alchemists tent ('Too many weird smells') and finally stopping by the red tent with some small floating bowls and prizes. It looked quite cheap... so why not?

"Hello mister, I would like to play." he says showing a small silver coin to the man in tent.
The owner, a grey, balding man greets Boddyknock with a toothy grin, though some are missing and the rest a bit plaqued. "Ah, terrific!" he says with a quiet but firm enthusiasm. "Kids usually love to play this game but there is nothing wrong with being a little young at heart, eh? Personally, I never got tired of it myself!" finishing with an innocent cackle.

He takes Boddyknock's silver coin and hands him four small balls. "Here y'are! Goodluck!"

Game mechanics:Alright, here is how this game will work. You'll aim for a bowl. Any bowl really, it doesn't matter since the ball initially bounces out some random direction anyway. You'll make a ranged attack against AC 13 (5 + 8 fine size bonus), ignoring any proficiency or distance penalties. So basically you get your BaB + dex modifier and any other relevant feats related to thrown objects. Oh, and I guess size bonus...

If you miss, there's still a 60% chance you hit a different bowl anyway. Failing that % chance, the ball falls in the water and you lose that ball. If you hit a bowl, the first bowl will give the ball a bounce counter of 1d2.

Then we start a repetative process:
1) If the ball's bounce counter is greater than 0, it bounces around randomly. Lower the counter by 1. Again, a 60% chance it hits a different bowl. If that fails, it is lost. If the bounce counter is 0, go to step 3.

2) Then the bounce counter is increased by (1d2-1). Meaning, essentially, a 50% chance of increasing the bounce counter to where it was originally. Then go back to step 1.

3) At this point the ball has settled itself in a random bowl. Roll 1d85 to see which type of bowl. 1~65 means clear (minor), 66~77 means yellow (lesser), 78~84 means blue (normal), and 85 means red (greater).

So basically, this is mostly a huge game of chance with skill not affecting much...Actually, I will roll your throws and everything for you if you don't mind!

Ball 1:Your attack bonus with a ball should be: +2 BaB, +1 dex, +1 size...
[roll0] (must hit AC 13)
[roll1] (in case of miss, must be 1~60 to continue)
[roll2] initial bounce counter
bounce 1
[roll3]
[roll4]
bounce 2
[roll5]
[roll6]
bounce 3
[roll7]
[roll8]
bounce 4
[roll9]
[roll10]
bounce 5 (if applicable... )
[roll11]
[roll12]
bounce 6 (if applicable... )
[roll13]
[roll14]
Bowl color: [roll15] (if it even ends up landing in one)
You hit the bowl you are aiming for. It bounces, quickly changing direction, grazing off another bowl, and then lands in the water with a soft plop.

Ball 2:
Attack: [roll16]
[roll17]
init: [roll18]
bounce 1
[roll19]
[roll20]
bounce 2
[roll21]
[roll22]
bounce 3
[roll23]
[roll24]
bounce 4
[roll25]
[roll26]
bounce 5
[roll27]
[roll28]
bounce 6
[roll29]
[roll30]
Bowl color: [roll31]
You miss the bowl you were aiming for, but luckily the ball hits another nearby bowl. It bounces straight up, comes back down to bounce off another bowl, jumps horizontally over to another nearby bowl, but then falls in the water with a soft plop.

Ball 3:
Attack: [roll32]
[roll33]
init: [roll34]
bounce 1
[roll35]
[roll36]
bounce 2
[roll37]
[roll38]
bounce 3
[roll39]
[roll40]
bounce 4
[roll41]
[roll42]
bounce 5
[roll43]
[roll44]
bounce 6
[roll45]
[roll46]
Bowl color: [roll47]
You hit the bowl you are aiming for. It bounces left, then right, and losing momentum, hits a bowl and manages to stay in it. You landed in a clear bowl!

Ball 4:
Attack: [roll48]
[roll49]
init: [roll50]
bounce 1
[roll51]
[roll52]
bounce 2
[roll53]
[roll54]
bounce 3
[roll55]
[roll56]
bounce 4
[roll57]
[roll58]
bounce 5
[roll59]
[roll60]
bounce 6
[roll61]
[roll62]
Bowl color: [roll63]
You hit the bowl you are aiming for, but the ball immediately bounces right back out and into the water with a soft plop.

The elderly man says, "Well, congratulations! Would you like one of my small prizes, or do you want a ticket instead?"


Sam walks into the party along the sea-shell path, and picks a direction at random. He walks past a blue gambling tent, and a red tent that requires you to knock over heavy-looking pins. While sam lingered for a little on the pin-game, strength had never been his strong suit, and he kept walking. He walked past a few more tents, and noticed another red tent with cups and bowls in it. He was about to walk in, when a burly ogre moved out of his line of sight to reveal a sign that said "Archery club competition. Entry 20g". Sam checked his purse: it would be most of the money he had brought for tonight, but he had always been fairly skilled with a bow, and it would save him the trouble of having to find ways to entertain himself tonight-- he had never been very good at making small talk. With one last look at the gold in his purse, he walked into the purple tent and found the person standing behind the desk: Excuse me sir, but where do I sign up?
A friendly, able-bodied man in his prime looks down to greet you with a smile. "Well now, good sir! If you've come to sign up for this fine competition, you needn't come any further! Just sign here, I'll take your entry fee, and you can shoot away right now if you'd like!" He pushes a paper forward sitting on the front counter. Two other entries are on it so far, though they appear to not have shot their rounds yet.

There are three other people in the tent. One, an elven female that looks absolutely stunning, and also donning a leather armor as if showcasing an archer's combat style. The other, a dwarf, clad in a chain shirt with some leather hauberks. He smokes a pipe and nods to you. The last is another halfling, wearing a studded leather armor, and holding a bow for no apparent reason. He also sends you a friendly wave. Hmm... if you didn't know any better, you'd say they were trying to attract all sorts of races...

Just as you are about to pick up the pen, however, a large, strapping man clad in hide armors rushes up to the counter, bowling you over. He shouts, "Sign me up!"


Kaad turns to the guard who last spoke and with a slight shrug answers his question: "To respond to both your questions... No, not really."

Then, as to confirm the absence of any weapon on him, Kaad spreads out his long arms.

If everything's ok, the half-orc will enter the castle and will continue his ever-observant stroll.
The guard says, "Well, can't be too careful," giving a nod to the stocky guard. He approaches you for a frisking.
Normally, someone who appears to be quite important or a woman only get a very brief, unimposing patdown, imposing a -5 penalty on the guard. However, he has no qualms searching a half-orc to the best of his ability.

Guard's int: 10
1 full rank in search
and +4 bonus for frisking (as described in srd)

Your Slight of hand mod: +2
plus an additional +2 since a bolt is pretty small/thin.

If the guard's search equals your slight of hand, he finds the bolt. Let's see:
Guard's search roll: [roll64]
Your SoH roll: [roll65]

Producing the adamantium bolt from your boot, the guard questions, "Oi! Wa's this??"


Well whatever the number is there is one more!

Derank walks among the booths. Various children's games abound, some of skill and some of "strength" Hmph knock over bottles, launch a frog into an urn? What kind of games are these! and so he keeps wandering. The alchemist's tent has some interesting concoctions, but he has never been one for oils. And then there it is, the archery competition! I've been meaning to replace my old bow! And its a game at that! He rushes over to the man taking sign-ups, accidentally knocking over some halflings (or were those children?) and struggles to remove the money from his bag to pay the man. "Sign me up!" he shouts, perhaps being a bit more intimidating then he means to.
Yes, you carelessly knock over a halfling. Plus a random human child. The man at the front of the tent stares at you, taken by surprise, then looks down at Sam and the child, whom you knocked over.

[white lancer]

Devlin couldn't have been more pleased with the noblewoman's response. The notion that he was expected, combined with her flattering comment, delighted him, and he returned her bow gracefully. "Thank you, my lady! I hope you'll get a chance to enjoy the party yourself once your duties here are concluded." As another person approached the noblewoman with their invitation, he tossed her a playful wink and passed into the palace grounds.

His smile only got broader as he took in the sights and sounds of the party. For all his talk of wanting adventure, this was truly Devlin's element. He knew how to comport himself, what to say to the higher-class attendees (some of whom he even recognized), how to smile broadly even at the lower-class guests. And the events--Devlin wanted to do everything! He would make his way around the entire party eventually, but for now the young man followed his ears and turned left to find the violinists and cellist. This wasn't his primary style of music, but he still found himself, as usual, nodding his head to the rhythm and mentally ticking off the notes in his head. Out of respect for their craft, he listened for a few minutes and tossed a few silver pieces into their tip box before moving on.

The gambling game in a nearby tent looked interesting, but when the sounds of a mandolin from farther down the line caught his ear, he decided the game could wait. A broad grin spread across his face as he spotted the lively mandolin player--now this was more like it! His body instantly began swaying along with the music, and as he drew closer he caught the mandolin player's eyes. His eyebrow arched and his head inclined to one side in a silent request--would the player mind Devlin joining him for a little bit?

I guess I'll keep track of whatever Devlin spends here, and take it out at the end. So far:

2 sp--violins/cello

[WindStruck]

Devlin couldn't have been more pleased with the noblewoman's response. The notion that he was expected, combined with her flattering comment, delighted him, and he returned her bow gracefully. "Thank you, my lady! I hope you'll get a chance to enjoy the party yourself once your duties here are concluded." As another person approached the noblewoman with their invitation, he tossed her a playful wink and passed into the palace grounds.

His smile only got broader as he took in the sights and sounds of the party. For all his talk of wanting adventure, this was truly Devlin's element. He knew how to comport himself, what to say to the higher-class attendees (some of whom he even recognized), how to smile broadly even at the lower-class guests. And the events--Devlin wanted to do everything! He would make his way around the entire party eventually, but for now the young man followed his ears and turned left to find the violinists and cellist. This wasn't his primary style of music, but he still found himself, as usual, nodding his head to the rhythm and mentally ticking off the notes in his head. Out of respect for their craft, he listened for a few minutes and tossed a few silver pieces into their tip box before moving on.

The gambling game in a nearby tent looked interesting, but when the sounds of a mandolin from farther down the line caught his ear, he decided the game could wait. A broad grin spread across his face as he spotted the lively mandolin player--now this was more like it! His body instantly began swaying along with the music, and as he drew closer he caught the mandolin player's eyes. His eyebrow arched and his head inclined to one side in a silent request--would the player mind Devlin joining him for a little bit?

I guess I'll keep track of whatever Devlin spends here, and take it out at the end. So far:

2 sp--violins/cello
The mandolin player, a somewhat feminine looking man with long, blonde hair continues playing feverishly as you approach him. He wears a dark-red tricorn hat with a gaudy white feather poking out, a fancy white shirt and loose brown slacks, a velvet red cloak that matches his hat, and some plain leather boots.

He notices you eying him... Yes, he is used to all sorts of passerbys that get enthralled by his music, even the occasional lady that swoons over his charms. He hopes you would tip him, but... something is different about your demeanor? Then he notices the mandolin you carry around your back.

He smirks at you, as if daring you to challenge his skill. :smallamused:

[TaiLiu]

After listening to Lori's response and seeing her holy symbol, the woman responds, "Hmm... yes... I wish they figured out how to draw a picture on these things already. But I believe your answer suffices." She smiles politely and hands the invitation back. "Well, I will delay you no further. I hope you enjoy the party." With that she steps to the side and raises her arm nearest the gate slightly, gesturing you to come in.
I placed my invitation in my inner pocket before moving along. A happy aura could be felt throughout the area, but I had no time for the party. I had to find the source and question it directly before working my way down. I gave the palace guards my quarterstaff and swept into the grand foyer. I grabbed a carrot before briskly walking up into the ballroom. The king was busy, unfortunately, but his son was not. The second best source was available. I walked closer to the royal family and announced my intentions.

"Prince," I said, "May I ask you a question or two?"
Character Block:
Lori, Servant of Io (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=534151)
Female True Neutral Human Cloistered Cleric, Level 2, Init +0, HP 11/11, Speed 30 Feet
AC 9, Touch 9, Flat-footed 9, Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 1
Wooden Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/1d6, ×2)

Abilities Str 9, Dex 10, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None

Spells:
Draconic Manifestations:

Spell Slots Available: 3 of 3
Prestidigitation
Dancing Lights

Blessings of Io:

Level 0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Resistance
Level 1: Command, Comprehend Languages, Inflict Light Wounds, Make Whole

[Severance28]

Just as you are about to pick up the pen, however, a large, strapping man clad in hide armors rushes up to the counter, bowling you over. He shouts, "Sign me up!"



Quickly gathering himself up, Sam helps up the human child, checking to make sure he's okay. He then looks up at the large man in front of him: "Hey! Watch where you're going!". The party with its crowd and noblemen scared him; large overgrown men too indecent to dress up for a royal's party did not. "You could really hurt someone with your blundering"

[WindStruck]

I placed my invitation in my inner pocket before moving along. A happy aura could be felt throughout the area, but I had no time for the party. I had to find the source and question it directly before working my way down. I gave the palace guards my quarterstaff and swept into the grand foyer. I grabbed a carrot before briskly walking up into the ballroom. The king was busy, unfortunately, but his son was not. The second best source was available. I walked closer to the royal family and announced my intentions.

"Prince," I said, "May I ask you a question or two?"
Character Block:
Lori, Servant of Io (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=534151)
Female True Neutral Human Cloistered Cleric, Level 2, Init +0, HP 11/11, Speed 30 Feet
AC 9, Touch 9, Flat-footed 9, Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 1
Wooden Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/1d6, ×2)

Abilities Str 9, Dex 10, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None

Spells:
Draconic Manifestations:

Spell Slots Available: 3 of 3
Prestidigitation
Dancing Lights

Blessings of Io:

Level 0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Resistance
Level 1: Command, Comprehend Languages, Inflict Light Wounds, Make Whole

The prince, a youthful human, barely even an adult by many standards, stands just behind his father, though in front of the two body guards. He is, however, magnificently dressed in a royal outfit, though he dons just a half-cape of fine, fuzzy furs. He has no crown; the only one currently in existence is upon his father's head - the family heirloom.

He listens to his father engaging in some sort of serious discussion with another noble. The conversation droning on and on. Quite a while ago, he stopped paying attention to the words that were even being said. Then a voice - your voice - calls out to him.

He turns about with an inquisitive look on his face. The bodyguards turn their heads back to look at you as well. Upon hearing your request he looks quite surprised - both from the fact that someone had the courage to attempt to address him directly, ignoring his father and the bodyguards, and because the sudden prospect of having to submit to an interrogation set him on end.

He quickly glances back to his father and the noble, who are oblivious to the recent turn of events, then the bodyguards, who appear as if they couldn't care less... then finally back to you. He gulps and manages to utter, "Um... y- yes?" :smalleek:

As for Severence vs Derp. Woot, first interaction I don't have to get involved in! As a reminder, Derp can respond with a free "provoked post" if he so chooses.... eh, if you guys even care much about those posting rules. :smallwink:

[white lancer]

The mandolin player, a somewhat feminine looking man with long, blonde hair continues playing feverishly as you approach him. He wears a dark-red tricorn hat with a gaudy white feather poking out, a fancy white shirt and loose brown slacks, a velvet red cloak that matches his hat, and some plain leather boots.

He notices you eying him... Yes, he is used to all sorts of passerbys that get enthralled by his music, even the occasional lady that swoons over his charms. He hopes you would tip him, but... something is different about your demeanor? Then he notices the mandolin you carry around your back.

He smirks at you, as if daring you to challenge his skill. :smallamused:

Devlin had been expecting to have a bit of fun playing alongside a fellow mandolin player. The challenging smirk caught him off guard, but Devlin felt his own competitive juices rising to the fore as his own smile turned into a similar smirk. If this guy wanted to have a mandolin duel, as silly as that sounded, Devlin would be willing to oblige--he wasn't quite a professional musician, not yet, but he had been trained since he was young, so at least he knew what he was doing.

As he came closer, Devlin unslung the mandolin off his back and gestured to it. "Mind if I join in for a bit?" he asked mildly. Devlin was still a noble, after all--he could hardly engage in competitive trash-talk with an entertainer such as this, at least not in public. A certain amount of decorum had to be maintained at the king's party, after all.

If you wanted to roll a Perform check (you said you'd be doing most of the rolls, correct?), Devlin's modifier is +10 (3 Cha, 5 ranks, 2 for the masterwork instrument).

[Quxelopqr]

Four glowing spheres of light appear outside the tent, to get the crowd's attention. Seconds later some applause starts, and then starts to grow as others join in. A poof of smoke and a decently loud "bang!", and there he stood, bright red robes flashing through the smoke. Just before it cleared, a beautiful array of colors shot into the air and fizzled down in a circle around him.

Holding his hand up to quiet the crowd, Garret glanced around him. A pretty solid showing. As much as I hate to admit it, Lara was right. Starting the applause with ghost sound really does make the entrance better. Pointing at a hat wearing man with two small children at his sides, Garret chuckled out Sir, this is a party for our dear Prince. Please, remove your hat. With a flick of his wrist, the man's hat flew from his head, revealing a larger bald spot than Garret would have hoped. The children laughed as the man reached and grabbed at the hat that just kept floating out of the way. Placing the hat back on the (now quite annoyed) man's head, Garret laughed and shook his head. Perhaps covering up is the best gift you could give after all!

The next few minutes passed as they typically did, with simple card tricks, delighted children, and a few grown men and women looking on in relative amazement. Knowing his time was just about up, he decided it was time to finish strong.

Ladies and gentlemen, I don't want to leave you so soon, but it seems that I must bid you all the fondest of farewells. Enjoy the rest of the party! Garret gripped the wand in his back pocket and Davis scurried onto the back of his leg. Throwing another color spray into the sky, he tapped the wand on himself and whispered something. As the confused crowd looked back down they gasped, as where the halfling had stood there was now a tiny weasel glancing up curiously.

Back in the tent, the invisibility from the wand wore off. As Davis scurried back to him Garret could hear the applause. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he smirked to himself. I never get tired of that ending. Shame I can't take the wand with me.

[WindStruck]

Devlin had been expecting to have a bit of fun playing alongside a fellow mandolin player. The challenging smirk caught him off guard, but Devlin felt his own competitive juices rising to the fore as his own smile turned into a similar smirk. If this guy wanted to have a mandolin duel, as silly as that sounded, Devlin would be willing to oblige--he wasn't quite a professional musician, not yet, but he had been trained since he was young, so at least he knew what he was doing.

As he came closer, Devlin unslung the mandolin off his back and gestured to it. "Mind if I join in for a bit?" he asked mildly. Devlin was still a noble, after all--he could hardly engage in competitive trash-talk with an entertainer such as this, at least not in public. A certain amount of decorum had to be maintained at the king's party, after all.

If you wanted to roll a Perform check (you said you'd be doing most of the rolls, correct?), Devlin's modifier is +10 (3 Cha, 5 ranks, 2 for the masterwork instrument).
The player, practically able to read Devlin's mind, replies with a broad smile in a cheerful tone, "Why certainly! -- That is, if you can keep up, of course." He doesn't miss a beat even while saying this, and that list bit, while also provocative, was said in a playful manner, egging you on.


Four glowing spheres of light appear outside the tent, to get the crowd's attention. Seconds later some applause starts, and then starts to grow as others join in. A poof of smoke and a decently loud "bang!", and there he stood, bright red robes flashing through the smoke. Just before it cleared, a beautiful array of colors shot into the air and fizzled down in a circle around him.

Holding his hand up to quiet the crowd, Garret glanced around him. A pretty solid showing. As much as I hate to admit it, Lara was right. Starting the applause with ghost sound really does make the entrance better. Pointing at a hat wearing man with two small children at his sides, Garret chuckled out Sir, this is a party for our dear Prince. Please, remove your hat. With a flick of his wrist, the man's hat flew from his head, revealing a larger bald spot than Garret would have hoped. The children laughed as the man reached and grabbed at the hat that just kept floating out of the way. Placing the hat back on the (now quite annoyed) man's head, Garret laughed and shook his head. Perhaps covering up is the best gift you could give after all!

The next few minutes passed as they typically did, with simple card tricks, delighted children, and a few grown men and women looking on in relative amazement. Knowing his time was just about up, he decided it was time to finish strong.

Ladies and gentlemen, I don't want to leave you so soon, but it seems that I must bid you all the fondest of farewells. Enjoy the rest of the party! Garret gripped the wand in his back pocket and Davis scurried onto the back of his leg. Throwing another color spray into the sky, he tapped the wand on himself and whispered something. As the confused crowd looked back down they gasped, as where the halfling had stood there was now a tiny weasel glancing up curiously.

Back in the tent, the invisibility from the wand wore off. As Davis scurried back to him Garret could hear the applause. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he smirked to himself. I never get tired of that ending. Shame I can't take the wand with me.Yes, the crowd indeed goes wild, and copper and silver coins shower into the tip box. A noblewoman in the crowd was even so impressed with your act that she dropped a whole platinum piece!

(Do note, if there are multiple performers here, the tips will be split up)

[white lancer]

The player, practically able to read Devlin's mind, replies with a broad smile in a cheerful tone, "Why certainly! -- That is, if you can keep up, of course." He doesn't miss a beat even while saying this, and that list bit, while also provocative, was said in a playful manner, egging you on.

"Well, I know a few tricks. But surely not as many as an esteemed performer at the king's party like yourself." Devlin's tone matched the mandolinist's in playfulness, though at least on the surface they maintained enough humility to seem polite. He tuned the mandolin to the other's, only occasionally looking up to him or to anyone who might be passing by. "How long have you been playing, anyway?" He gave a few experimental strums on his instrument as he turned around to face the main road. To anyone else, it would almost look as though the two of them were playing together, but the atmosphere between the two of them was charged with competition. Devlin nodded at the other mandolinist and gave him a broad smile before launching into what he hoped would be a complementary tune, pending the cruel rolls of the dice.

Alright, I suppose right now would be a good time to roll a Perform check? [roll0]

[Zombulian]

Long tendrils of smoke curl through the air and brush against the ceiling. Manolo let his pipe finish smoldering before he moistened his mouth again, and finished his meditation. He was already dressed for the party he planned to attend, and his invitation sat heavily in his pocket, he donned a few earings and a necklace, and as a finishing touch to his meditation he shaped a Mantle of Flame, blue flames rolled down his shoulders and back, tracing on the ground around his ankles like a cape. Lovely.
He descended the stairs from his room and left the inn. Patting his Ox on the nose as he strolled by. Though he felt that he looked rather dashing, he had always preferred the feel of armor or workman's clothes to fine cloth, and soon became self-conscious of spectacle he had probably made of himself.
As he approached the gate, he tried his best to hide his nervousness and put a great beaming grin onto his freshly shaven face, "Greetings m'lady. A very fine day for a party is it not? I cannot think a day more worth celebrating than this one." He cringed internally after his greeting, it seemed a little over the top in his opinion, granted, he had no idea what he was doing.

[WindStruck]

"Well, I know a few tricks. But surely not as many as an esteemed performer at the king's party like yourself." Devlin's tone matched the mandolinist's in playfulness, though at least on the surface they maintained enough humility to seem polite. He tuned the mandolin to the other's, only occasionally looking up to him or to anyone who might be passing by. "How long have you been playing, anyway?" He gave a few experimental strums on his instrument as he turned around to face the main road. To anyone else, it would almost look as though the two of them were playing together, but the atmosphere between the two of them was charged with competition. Devlin nodded at the other mandolinist and gave him a broad smile before launching into what he hoped would be a complementary tune, pending the cruel rolls of the dice.
The mandolinist continues his playing while listening to Devlin, occasionally studying him.Perform roll: [roll0]In response to Devlin's inquiry, he nonchalantly says, "Oh... quite a few years... ever since I was a boy, really."

Upon listening to Devlin launch his tune, the mandolinist nods with a poker face which slowly creeps into devious smile. "Not bad, not bad," he comments. "But can you keep up with this?"

Suddenly his jovial playing bursts into a series of heavy strumming, in a way you've never heard a mandolin pushed before. Again, a similar chorus, though slightly different at the end, building up to something that honest-to-god sounds like a confrontation of nemeses, an epic duel about to begin. Then the tune flies off wildly. The notes are everywhere, yet a definite melody is clearly present. Frantic. Wild. Daring.Perform Roll: [roll1]
Why 14 now? He wasn't really trying that hard before.
Also, think The Devil Went Down to Georgia... :smallbiggrin:


Long tendrils of smoke curl through the air and brush against the ceiling. Manolo let his pipe finish smoldering before he moistened his mouth again, and finished his meditation. He was already dressed for the party he planned to attend, and his invitation sat heavily in his pocket, he donned a few earings and a necklace, and as a finishing touch to his meditation he shaped a Mantle of Flame, blue flames rolled down his shoulders and back, tracing on the ground around his ankles like a cape. Lovely.
He descended the stairs from his room and left the inn. Patting his Ox on the nose as he strolled by. Though he felt that he looked rather dashing, he had always preferred the feel of armor or workman's clothes to fine cloth, and soon became self-conscious of spectacle he had probably made of himself.
As he approached the gate, he tried his best to hide his nervousness and put a great beaming grin onto his freshly shaven face, "Greetings m'lady. A very fine day for a party is it not? I cannot think a day more worth celebrating than this one." He cringed internally after his greeting, it seemed a little over the top in his opinion, granted, he had no idea what he was doing.
The lady quietly nods with a smile and replies, "Why yes it is. And you mean because it is the prince's birthday, right?" ending with a soft laugh. Then she continues, "Well, do you have your invitation ready? I'd need to see it before we can let you in."

[KillingAScarab]

As the soulspark closes in on the woman, she is forced to blink and pulls her head back a little with quite a perturbed expression. But before she could say anything, Faldis beat her to the punch. Afterward, however, her expression loosens up back to a smile and she replies in a pleased tone, "I believe you are the first person to ask me that tonight... It's Chaesis -- and let's just leave it at that for now," she adds with a quiet laugh. But then she quickly tilts her head and gazes back at Faldis with a discerning look. "Anyway, were you coming here hoping to be some sort of entertainer? I'm afraid we don't have any positions open at the moment, so if you'd excuse me, I need to attend to these guests...""Wait a moment!" he pleaded as he thrust his hand with the invitation in it towards Chaesis. "I have paid and I was chosen. Please, allow me to honor the prince and the king."

A little desperation started to come over him, he didn't even finish the greeting he had begun to offer. To think he had been lucky enough to receive a chance to speak with the king of Bestrath, only to be turned away at the walls of the palace... it was too much for Faldis. He was down to the last of the coins he had earned from that business with the tomb.

[WindStruck]

"Wait a moment!" he pleaded as he thrust his hand with the invitation in it towards Chaesis. "I have paid and I was chosen. Please, allow me to honor the prince and the king."

A little desperation started to come over him, he didn't even finish the greeting he had begun to offer. To think he had been lucky enough to receive a chance to speak with the king of Bestrath, only to be turned away at the walls of the palace... it was too much for Faldis. He was down to the last of the coins he had earned from that business with the tomb.
She takes the invitation from the desperate Faldis. "Oh! Why didn't you --" she abruptly stops, then thoughtfully continues, "You know, you really aren't dressed quite right for this. If I were the king, I'd think you were a jester or... well, nevermind. Let's see here." She mutters some unknown words, with her eyes glowing slightly green, and reads the back of his invitation - words that were never there before. After glancing at Faldis for a bit she says, "Now it's time for me to learn your name!" with a wry grin. "Could you please state that and answer your security question, which was... What was your title in Uthros?"

[Lexin]

The owner, a grey, balding man greets Boddyknock with a toothy grin, though some are missing and the rest a bit plaqued. "Ah, terrific!" he says with a quiet but firm enthusiasm. "Kids usually love to play this game but there is nothing wrong with being a little young at heart, eh? Personally, I never got tired of it myself!" finishing with an innocent cackle.
"Nothing bad with having a little fun." he says with a wide smile.



He takes Boddyknock's silver coin and hands him four small balls. "Here y'are! Goodluck!"

Boddynock's face shows extreme concentration as he aims to the bowls.


You hit the bowl you are aiming for. It bounces, quickly changing direction, grazing off another bowl, and then lands in the water with a soft plop.
"Aww. It was so close!"

You miss the bowl you were aiming for, but luckily the ball hits another nearby bowl. It bounces straight up, comes back down to bounce off another bowl, jumps horizontally over to another nearby bowl, but then falls in the water with a soft plop.
"Yaay...aww. I wonder how many times it can bounce around..."


You hit the bowl you are aiming for. It bounces left, then right, and losing momentum, hits a bowl and manages to stay in it. You landed in a clear bowl!
"Haha! I guess I have a little bit of luck!"

You hit the bowl you are aiming for, but the ball immediately bounces right back out and into the water with a soft plop.
"Yeah... I spoke too early, right? Don't invoke the Lady's name, or she goes away..."

The elderly man says, "Well, congratulations! Would you like one of my small prizes, or do you want a ticket instead?"
"No, I think I will take the prize... he answers with a wide smile ...I was aiming for candy bag anyway." he adds laughing. He waits till he gets the candy, "Thank you very much, mister. If there is enough time I think I will come by again." ... and walks to the next tent.

He walks to the green tent on the other side of the road and looks inside, curious what's there. He stares for a short while in shock and springs back outside, his face the color of deep red. "Ahh... entertainment... yes, I suppose it was entertaining... oh dear..."

Next was a tent, where an archery competition was conducted... he was never a good archer... but who knows, maybe he would enter anyway...
For now he just stands there and observes other contenders, which provides a nice distraction, helping him forget about the last tent.

[WindStruck]

Ok Lexin. Right now I'd estimate you will arrive at that archery tent midway into whatever conversation Sam and Derank will have. If it can stay a civil conversation. Feel free to interject with them at a certain point.

[Keltaris]

The guard says, "Well, can't be too careful," giving a nod to the stocky guard. He approaches you for a frisking.
Normally, someone who appears to be quite important or a woman only get a very brief, unimposing patdown, imposing a -5 penalty on the guard. However, he has no qualms searching a half-orc to the best of his ability.

Guard's int: 10
1 full rank in search
and +4 bonus for frisking (as described in srd)

Your Slight of hand mod: +2
plus an additional +2 since a bolt is pretty small/thin.

If the guard's search equals your slight of hand, he finds the bolt. Let's see:
Guard's search roll: [roll64]
Your SoH roll: [roll65]

Producing the adamantium bolt from your boot, the guard questions, "Oi! Wa's this??"


Kaad keeps calm as he's searched by the guard and mantains his composure even when the guard finds the hidden bolt in his boot.

"Well, can't be too careful..." he answers the guard with a smile.

"I usually keep it in my boot for emergencies, but I'll understand if you'll deem necessary to take it."

[WindStruck]

Kaad keeps calm as he's searched by the guard and mantains his composure even when the guard finds the hidden bolt in his boot.

"Well, can't be too careful..." he answers the guard with a smile.

"I usually keep it in my boot for emergencies, but I'll understand if you'll deem necessary to take it."
The guard again questions, though, "Yea, but wat isit?" He shakes it around; Though it should be obvious, he's completely perplexed by its material.

The younger one speaks up. "A crossbow bolt?"

Finally the more eloquent guard steps in and says, graciously, "What use would one have for a bolt without a crossbow?" But without giving a chance to let one answer, he continues, "Regardless, seemingly harmless as it may be, if anything were to happen because of this, it would be our heads."

Taking the bolt, he gives it to the younger guard. "Just stick this in Richter's quiver over there. Tell him not to use it..."

Then turning back to Kaad, he says, "When you are done for the evening, be sure to remember to get it back. And now... come on in," finishing with a somewhat exaggerated flourish.

[Derp]

Quickly gathering himself up, Sam helps up the human child, checking to make sure he's okay. He then looks up at the large man in front of him: "Hey! Watch where you're going!". The party with its crowd and noblemen scared him; large overgrown men too indecent to dress up for a royal's party did not. "You could really hurt someone with your blundering"

Derank looks at the halfling he bowled over. I really need to pay better attention to my surroundings... Oh man! I'm sorry! Im not always the most careful person little halfling (not meant as an insult, he just doesn't realize calling a little person little isn't the most diplomatic solution) and I am very sorry to have knocked you over!" Noticing the child, he attempts to smile and gets down on his haunches to be more at the kids eye level.

"And you sir, I am also sorry!" he does his best to smile and fix the problems his blundering has caused. Again.
Diplomacy check I think is in order here.. [roll0]

[WindStruck]

Derank looks at the halfling he bowled over. I really need to pay better attention to my surroundings... "Oh man! I'm sorry! I'm not always the most careful person little halfling (not meant as an insult, he just doesn't realize calling a little person little isn't the most diplomatic solution) and I am very sorry to have knocked you over!" Noticing the child, he attempts to smile and gets down on his haunches to be more at the kids eye level.

"And you sir, I am also sorry!" he does his best to smile and fix the problems his blundering has caused. Again.
Diplomacy check I think is in order here.. [roll0]
The child sniffles, and his face almost seems to melt as tears begin to stream down his red cheeks and he begins to cry with a shrill wail.

[Lexin]

Boddynock notices the commotion near the archery club tent. He walks closer and sees a large man bullying a child and a halfling, he gets closer and says to the big man in a loud voice. "Stop scaring this child! What is this world coming to... arghh."

He crouches by the kid and pulls an almost-full bag of candy and tries to calm him down in soothing voice. "Here, kiddo, the big, scary man won't do anything bad to you anymore. And if he tried we would make him trade places with one of targets in this competition..."

[WindStruck]

Boddynock notices the commotion near the archery club tent. He walks closer and sees a large man bullying a child and a halfling, he gets closer and says to the big man in a loud voice. "Stop scaring this child! What is this world coming to... arghh."

He crouches by the kid and pulls an almost-full bag of candy and tries to calm him down in soothing voice. "Here, kiddo, the big, scary man won't do anything bad to you anymore. And if he tried we would make him trade places with one of targets in this competition..."
The child almost immediately stops crying and runs off with a giggle after snatching a handful of candy.

[Keltaris]

The guard again questions, though, "Yea, but wat isit?" He shakes it around; Though it should be obvious, he's completely perplexed by its material.

The younger one speaks up. "A crossbow bolt?"

Finally the more eloquent guard steps in and says, graciously, "What use would one have for a bolt without a crossbow?" But without giving a chance to let one answer, he continues, "Regardless, seemingly harmless as it may be, if anything were to happen because of this, it would be our heads."

Taking the bolt, he gives it to the younger guard. "Just stick this in Richter's quiver over there. Tell him not to use it..."

Then turning back to Kaad, he says, "When you are done for the evening, be sure to remember to get it back. And now... come on in," finishing with a somewhat exaggerated flourish.

"Mpf, many of the people I saw here would be more dangerous barehanded than I would be with that crossbow bolt..."

The half-orc doesn't even begin to protest though. He knows that, being what he is, and this being a special occasion, things could've gone far worse here.
Besides, he had far better ways to defend himself in case he needed to.

After the guard gives him permission to pass Kaad produces in a graceful, slight bow.

"I apologize for this misunderstanding. I've been in your place in the past and I completely understand your position. I wish you all a calm, relaxing night."

The black figure then strolls inside, and once again, starts walking among the crowd, observing, listening.

[Severance28]

"And you sir, I am also sorry!" he does his best to smile and fix the problems his blundering has caused. Again.

Sam relaxes slightly after the child ran off: he wasn't so good with kids. He was a little off-put by the large mans' feeble excuse of an apology, but it seemed like he was at least trying to be genuine. He attempted to smile at the giant in front of him: "Oh... it's okay. No harm done I guess. just do try and be more careful in the future. You could have really hurt someone." he scolded. Turning to the Gnome that came in: "Thanks for rushing in like that; I'm not so good with kids. Are you planning on entering the competition?"

Edit: color fix

[KillingAScarab]

She takes the invitation from the desperate Faldis. "Oh! Why didn't you --" she abruptly stops, then thoughtfully continues, "You know, you really aren't dressed quite right for this. If I were the king, I'd think you were a jester or... well, nevermind. Let's see here." She mutters some unknown words, with her eyes glowing slightly green, and reads the back of his invitation - words that were never there before. After glancing at Faldis for a bit she says, "Now it's time for me to learn your name!" with a wry grin. "Could you please state that and answer your security question, which was... What was your title in Uthros?"Not dressed right? I look like a jester? What is a jester? What could that mean?

Faldis wanted to ask several questions of the woman in front of him, all at once. Instead, he tried to answer the one she had asked as evenly as could.

"I am Faldis Yornum. I was a... Kameedrian."

A little corner of Faldis' mind suddenly lit up. Jester... jest... comedian... Kameedrian. Oh.

Faldis wanted to pull that rather large hat over his face. Instead, he put his fists on his hips and pretended to be looking at Phim rather than away.

[TaiLiu]

The prince, a youthful human, barely even an adult by many standards, stands just behind his father, though in front of the two body guards. He is, however, magnificently dressed in a royal outfit, though he dons just a half-cape of fine, fuzzy furs. He has no crown; the only one currently in existence is upon his father's head - the family heirloom.

He listens to his father engaging in some sort of serious discussion with another noble. The conversation droning on and on. Quite a while ago, he stopped paying attention to the words that were even being said. Then a voice - your voice - calls out to him.

He turns about with an inquisitive look on his face. The bodyguards turn their heads back to look at you as well. Upon hearing your request he looks quite surprised - both from the fact that someone had the courage to attempt to address him directly, ignoring his father and the bodyguards, and because the sudden prospect of having to submit to an interrogation set him on end.

He quickly glances back to his father and the noble, who are oblivious to the recent turn of events, then the bodyguards, who appear as if they couldn't care less... then finally back to you. He gulps and manages to utter, "Um... y- yes?" :smalleek:

I was slightly surprised at his response. I did not actually expect him to agree to this request so quickly. He should be perfect for questioning, assuming he is emotionally close to his father. Still, I had to build a foundation before asking him, lest my building come crashing down due to the lack of support.

I smiled and started speaking. "Prince," I began, "Have you heard of" - here I paused for dramatic effect - "the Balance?"
Character Block:
Lori, Servant of Io (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=534151)
Female True Neutral Human Cloistered Cleric, Level 2, Init +0, HP 11/11, Speed 30 Feet
AC 9, Touch 9, Flat-footed 9, Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 1
Wooden Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/1d6, ×2)

Abilities Str 9, Dex 10, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None

Spells:
Draconic Manifestations:

Spell Slots Available: 3 of 3
Prestidigitation
Dancing Lights

Blessings of Io:

Level 0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Resistance
Level 1: Command, Comprehend Languages, Inflict Light Wounds, Make Whole

[WindStruck]

Not dressed right? I look like a jester? What is a jester? What could that mean?

Faldis wanted to ask several questions of the woman in front of him, all at once. Instead, he tried to answer the one she had asked as evenly as could.

"I am Faldis Yornum. I was a... Kameedrian."

A little corner of Faldis' mind suddenly lit up. Jester... jest... comedian... Kameedrian. Oh.

Faldis wanted to pull that rather large hat over his face. Instead, he put his fists on his hips and pretended to be looking at Phim rather than away.Chaesis studies the card more intently, and faces Faldis again, opening her mouth as if about to say something, but then stares back down at the card quizzically.

"Uhm. Come again? A 'Kah-mee-dree-an'?" she says that slowly, clearly, trying to repeat exactly what he just said. "What exactly is that?"


I was slightly surprised at his response. I did not actually expect him to agree to this request so quickly. He should be perfect for questioning, assuming he is emotionally close to his father. Still, I had to build a foundation before asking him, lest my building come crashing down due to the lack of support.

I smiled and started speaking. "Prince," I began, "Have you heard of" - here I paused for dramatic effect - "the Balance?"
Character Block:
Lori, Servant of Io (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=534151)
Female True Neutral Human Cloistered Cleric, Level 2, Init +0, HP 11/11, Speed 30 Feet
AC 9, Touch 9, Flat-footed 9, Fort +3, Ref +0, Will +6, Base Attack Bonus 1
Wooden Quarterstaff +0 (1d6/1d6, ×2)

Abilities Str 9, Dex 10, Con 10, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 14
Condition None

Spells:
Draconic Manifestations:

Spell Slots Available: 3 of 3
Prestidigitation
Dancing Lights

Blessings of Io:

Level 0: Create Water, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Resistance
Level 1: Command, Comprehend Languages, Inflict Light Wounds, Make Whole
"The... balance??" He says, quite obviously having not heard of it. "Uh, no. I'm afraid not..." This time his eyes lock firmly upon Lori's, demanding to know what exactly all this is about.

Also, what is this character block you keep putting at the end of your post? A signature or something? Would it be too much trouble if you would stop placing that there? I have everyone's char sheets bookmarked anyway. Though, if something happens to change or you would like to remind me of a particularly important detail, by all means, notify me.

[KillingAScarab]

Chaesis studies the card more intently, and faces Faldis again, opening her mouth as if about to say something, but then stares back down at the card quizzically.

"Uhm. Come again? A 'Kah-mee-dree-an'?" she says that slowly, clearly, trying to repeat exactly what he just said. "What exactly is that?""I think it may not be what is written before you," Faldis says while still looking towards Phim. He looked down and began to unfasten the scimitar scabbard as he began to explain his regiment of the Uthrosian army, "As you may know, Ashroton is not always content with its borders. The Kameedrians are tasked with building and maintaining outposts, especially near those. There isn't much mirth in preparing against an invasion by Ashroton, though my carpentry might give you a laugh." He tried to place a smirk back upon his face as best he could.


His explanation now finished, he looked up at Chaesis and presented the scabbard and buckler to her. He attempted to finish the greeting he had tried before. "A good evening to you, madam Chaesis. May the fields be fair and the hunt bring plenty to James Mephis 'vee' for another year."

[WindStruck]

"I think it may not be what is written before you," Faldis says while still looking towards Phim. He looked down and began to unfasten the scimitar scabbard as he began to explain his regiment of the Uthrosian army, "As you may know, Ashroton is not always content with its borders. The Kameedrians are tasked with building and maintaining outposts, especially near those. There isn't much mirth in preparing against an invasion by Ashroton, though my carpentry might give you a laugh." He tried to place a smirk back upon his face as best he could.


His explanation now finished, he looked up at Chaesis and presented the scabbard and buckler to her. He attempted to finish the greeting he had tried before. "A good evening to you, madam Chaesis. May the fields be fair and the hunt bring plenty to James Mephis 'vee' for another year."
Chaesis listens to Faldis's explanation with an attentive nod, and comprehension flashes across her face. Then after he reattempts the greeting she raises her hands in front of her slightly, as if gesturing him to stop. "We do not take your weapons here at the gate. The guards over there by the entrance to the palace proper actually take care of that," she says, pointing over near the palace doors. Then she continues, "As for your... 'title'... it seems to me there was a clerical error of sorts and the one gathering information misheard you." With a smile broadening across her face, she muses, "I don't think I've ever heard of anyone being dubbed or promoted to 'comedian'! Haha! Well, I do not believe there is any problem here. Do try to enjoy the party, but um... perhaps you should try a change of clothes unless you want people to think you really are a comedian." :smallamused:

[Lexin]

Sam relaxes slightly after the child ran off: he wasn't so good with kids. He was a little off-put by the large mans' feeble excuse of an apology, but it seemed like he was at least trying to be genuine. He attempted to smile at the giant in front of him: "Oh... it's okay. No harm done I guess. just do try and be more careful in the future. You could have really hurt someone." he scolded. Turning to the Gnome that came in: "Thanks for rushing in like that; I'm not so good with kids. Are you planning on entering the competition?"

Edit: color fix

Boddynock looks with a smile at the kid running away with candy, he waves and turns to the halfling. "No problem, my friend... and no, I think I would only watch for a while... if I entered the competition and tried to shoot a bow... nobody here would be safe... me included..." He adds quietly and adds "See, I am not good with a bow, I am afraid. How about you?" he asks with genuine interest in his eyes.

[Derp]

Oh frack I've done it again. I really should work on being more diplomatic. Turning to the gnome, "Thank you sir, for helping with the child. I have never been the best with children."

Walking back to the archery master, Derank says "Sorry about the commotion sir. I get a bit excitable. May I please enter the competition now?"

Ok I think I got this now. Maybe I should buy that halfling a drink. I know I could...

[WindStruck]

Oh frack I've done it again. I really should work on being more diplomatic. Turning to the gnome, "Thank you sir, for helping with the child. I have never been the best with children."

Walking back to the archery master, Derank says "Sorry about the commotion sir. I get a bit excitable. May I please enter the competition now?"

Ok I think I got this now. Maybe I should buy that halfling a drink. I know I could...
Thankfully the situation diffuses itself so the man doesn't have to try to step in himself. Ah, great. More potential members. And though the large brute was rather rude and cut in front of the halfling, it seemed he was actually occupied with someone else. The man puts on another smile.

"Well, no harm done, I see. It seems you are quite enthusiastic about archery! Please just sign here, and allow me to collect your fee of twenty gold pieces," he says, adjusting the paper on the front counter before Derank and this time handing him the pen. Luckily he did not spill the bottle of ink.

[Severance28]

Boddynock looks with a smile at the kid running away with candy, he waves and turns to the halfling. "No problem, my friend... and no, I think I would only watch for a while... if I entered the competition and tried to shoot a bow... nobody here would be safe... me included..." He adds quietly and adds "See, I am not good with a bow, I am afraid. How about you?" he asks with genuine interest in his eyes.

"Oh, I do alright" Sam said, blushing slightly. "Sir Gallenhad always said that if I spent as much time with the lance as I do with the bow, I would be the regional jousting champion by now... But I'm really nothing too special; it's really just because I spend so much time with my bow" He says, wringing his hands slightly. "These people are probably a lot better than me though" Sam says, unintentionally waving his hand in every direction except for the man that had bowled him over. My name is Sam He said, glad for the change of subject. "what's yours?"

[white lancer]

The mandolinist continues his playing while listening to Devlin, occasionally studying him. In response to Devlin's inquiry, he nonchalantly says, "Oh... quite a few years... ever since I was a boy, really."

Upon listening to Devlin launch his tune, the mandolinist nods with a poker face which slowly creeps into devious smile. "Not bad, not bad," he comments. "But can you keep up with this?"

Suddenly his jovial playing bursts into a series of heavy strumming, in a way you've never heard a mandolin pushed before. Again, a similar chorus, though slightly different at the end, building up to something that honest-to-god sounds like a confrontation of nemeses, an epic duel about to begin. Then the tune flies off wildly. The notes are everywhere, yet a definite melody is clearly present. Frantic. Wild. Daring.

The other man's playing was impressive, the sort of thing Devlin would definitely have admired had he not been in a sort of informal competition with him. Devlin himself hadn't been doing too poorly, and he was certain the people passing by would probably be delighted by both of them, but they weren't aware of the underlying current that turned this from a collaboration into a duel. "You're quite skilled, sir," the words intended as much to save face as they were to compliment, "I can see why you were selected to play at an event such as this." His outward confidence never wavered, but internally he knew he might be a bit overmatched here.

Devlin shoved that thought aside. He had been polite enough not to get embarrassed here no matter what, but the best way to save face was to play better than the other guy. After all, it didn't matter if no one else knew who outplayed whom--what mattered was that Devlin would know, and the other mandolinist would know, and if he couldn't give a good account of himself here it would annoy him for the rest of the night. That in mind, Devlin picked up the pace and tried to match the other guy, in speed if not in style.

Perform check: [roll0]

[WindStruck]

The other man's playing was impressive, the sort of thing Devlin would definitely have admired had he not been in a sort of informal competition with him. Devlin himself hadn't been doing too poorly, and he was certain the people passing by would probably be delighted by both of them, but they weren't aware of the underlying current that turned this from a collaboration into a duel. "You're quite skilled, sir," the words intended as much to save face as they were to compliment, "I can see why you were selected to play at an event such as this." His outward confidence never wavered, but internally he knew he might be a bit overmatched here.

Devlin shoved that thought aside. He had been polite enough not to get embarrassed here no matter what, but the best way to save face was to play better than the other guy. After all, it didn't matter if no one else knew who outplayed whom--what mattered was that Devlin would know, and the other mandolinist would know, and if he couldn't give a good account of himself here it would annoy him for the rest of the night. That in mind, Devlin picked up the pace and tried to match the other guy, in speed if not in style.

Perform check: <21>
As the mandolin duel between the two heats up, a crowd begins to form along the path near where he sat. But soon enough, sort of like a snowball picking up more and more snow as it rolls down hill, the fact that there was a small crowd here attracted more people. Soon nearly every passerby was trying to see what was going on - and loving the music too.

Devlin's skill almost matched that of the other mandolinist's. It would be nigh-impossible for the crowd to tell who was better, and certainly each player occupied with his tunes couldn't tell much difference either. It's time to put this spoiled poser away.

His tempo picks up even more as the notes gradually climb higher and higher up into the octaves.
perform roll: [roll0]
Well, that was a bust. He holds his highest note for a grand finish, but the very end of it wasn't quite right. Though what he's doing is technically quite impressive in its own right, it kind of grates on the ears and is a disappointment.

Actually if I was to give an example, it reminds me of this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1i5coU-0_Q&t=2m20s

[white lancer]

[As the mandolin duel between the two heats up, a crowd begins to form along the path near where he sat. But soon enough, sort of like a snowball picking up more and more snow as it rolls down hill, the fact that there was a small crowd here attracted more people. Soon nearly every passerby was trying to see what was going on - and loving the music too.

Devlin's skill almost matched that of the other mandolinist's. It would be nigh-impossible for the crowd to tell who was better, and certainly each player occupied with his tunes couldn't tell much difference either. It's time to put this spoiled poser away.

His tempo picks up even more as the notes gradually climb higher and higher up into the octaves.

Well, that was a bust. He holds his highest note for a grand finish, but the very end of it wasn't quite right. Though what he's doing is technically quite impressive in its own right, it kind of grates on the ears and is a disappointment.

Actually if I was to give an example, it reminds me of this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1i5coU-0_Q&t=2m20s

Though some of the guests may have found the mandolinist's last note a little grating, Devlin noted the technical proficiency of it and remained impressed. He did note that this created an opening for him, which he hesitated upon taking. Did he want to go for broke and the "win," or did he want to play it safe and allow the contest to end almost in a draw? He had developed some healthy respect for his competitor, so he wasn't sure he wanted to blow him out of the water even if he could.

If taking 10 is allowed, Devlin will do that for a total of 20 (out of respect for his opponent). If not, I'll use this roll for the last Perform check: [roll0]

Heh. Guess it doesn't matter that much.

[WindStruck]

Though some of the guests may have found the mandolinist's last note a little grating, Devlin noted the technical proficiency of it and remained impressed. He did note that this created an opening for him, which he hesitated upon taking. Did he want to go for broke and the "win," or did he want to play it safe and allow the contest to end almost in a draw? He had developed some healthy respect for his competitor, so he wasn't sure he wanted to blow him out of the water even if he could.

If taking 10 is allowed, Devlin will do that for a total of 20 (out of respect for his opponent). If not, I'll use this roll for the last Perform check: [roll0]

Heh. Guess it doesn't matter that much.
Generally, I wouldn't allow taking 10 on a perform roll like this unless the tune was slow and easy... as in, you could take your time with it.

However, seeing as you want Devlin to limit himself, I could make an exception. In particular, since you also rolled 1d20 as well, it gave me an idea. Take a 10 and also roll the 1d20 (which you just did). Then we'll take the lowest of those 2. That would make your perform check this time... 20. :smallwink:
You do not blow the performer out of the water, but you get a clear, strong finish, marvelous in its own right. The crowd cheers and applauds. I think it's clear to everyone you are the winner (this time, anyway)! The mandolinist, with a bit of a red face but still managing a smile, abruptly stands and makes a curt bow. But he seats himself quickly and says, seeming embarrassed, "Go on now, I think we all know who they're really cheering for." He encourages you to stand up and take a long bow yourself with a friendly pat to the hip.

Oh, one more thing:You gain experience! 80 XP AWARDED

[white lancer]

Devlin was not the better performer for most of the performance, but he had kept it close, and any good performer knew that the way you finished often determined how you were remembered. So, grinning ear-to-ear, he sat and applauded while his opponent took his bow, and then didn't hesitate to pop up and deliver one of his own with a flourish. Unable to resist milking the moment, he gave his audience a few waves before turning around to offer a handshake to the mandolinist. "Thank you for letting me play with you, good sir. You really are amazing." Despite his pleasure at his victory, Devlin's words were sincere: the contest had been a close one, and Devlin had only won due to a stronger finish. He turned back to the crowd and motioned at his fellow mandolinist. "Tip this guy! He deserves it!"

Devlin turned back to grab his mandolin and began strapping it onto his back. He couldn't imagine a better way to start the night.

[TaiLiu]

"The... balance??" He says, quite obviously having not heard of it. "Uh, no. I'm afraid not..." This time his eyes lock firmly upon Lori's, demanding to know what exactly all this is about.

He was more perfect than I had ever hoped. He was curious enough to wonder about such a concept, and was demanding enough to force the knowledge out. The Prince could be the perfect pupil.

I explain. "The Balance is the way the world runs. It is harmony and love, and at the same time, it is discord and hatred. The Balance is nothing and it is everything. When things are Balanced, the world runs the way it ought to run. When things are unBalanced, the world becomes confused, and is disturbed until it can find a new equilibrium - possibly an undesirable one."

"In your studies, you have read about empires rising and falling, have you not? When an empire is Balanced, everything operates smoothly. When an empire is unBalanced, revolts occur; corruption spreads; foes invade. Eventually, everything will become Balanced again: the empire may have been invaded or destroyed, for instance."

I was almost trembling in excitement. Here I was, talking to a prince about the Balance! I started to get louder and louder.

"Prince, I will be blunt with the warning. Your father made some bad decisions, and the kingdom is getting restless and unBalanced. The final result is one which you may dislike. Balance the kingdom, or risk inheriting a broken monarchy. Perhaps you will be killed by assassins - then you would not be able to claim the throne at all!"

I start to jab my carrot at him. "The kingdom is a wondrous one, and I do not want it to fade away because you failed to act."

"Do you?"

[KillingAScarab]

Chaesis listens to Faldis's explanation with an attentive nod, and comprehension flashes across her face. Then after he reattempts the greeting she raises her hands in front of her slightly, as if gesturing him to stop. "We do not take your weapons here at the gate. The guards over there by the entrance to the palace proper actually take care of that," she says, pointing over near the palace doors. Then she continues, "As for your... 'title'... it seems to me there was a clerical error of sorts and the one gathering information misheard you." With a smile broadening across her face, she muses, "I don't think I've ever heard of anyone being dubbed or promoted to 'comedian'! Haha! Well, I do not believe there is any problem here. Do try to enjoy the party, but um... perhaps you should try a change of clothes unless you want people to think you really are a comedian." :smallamused:Faldis pulled back his presented arms. He considered changing clothes very briefly. His traveling clothes were stained with mud and stank of sweat. He had no time to make those presentable.

"I thank you for your guidance, madam Chaesis, but I must make do with what I have." He then signaled for Phim to follow as he began walking onward.

The palace looked a bit more imposing now. Phim spiraled around Faldis to try to get his mood to change to a less serious one, and seemed eager to move on. While Faldis did begin to veer away from walking right up to the palace, he was still quite serious about trying to get around this setback. There are many tents on the grounds. Perhaps I can find something in those... He spotted a few items among the prizes for the games which might at least cover what he was currently wearing, but perhaps not completely. When he heard the sound of a drum being beaten, he began to head towards that tent. Perhaps I am still dressed for dancing. I should see what Bestrathi dances look like.

Faldis is heading to the performers near Garret's tent with the recorder and the tombak.

[WindStruck]

Devlin was not the better performer for most of the performance, but he had kept it close, and any good performer knew that the way you finished often determined how you were remembered. So, grinning ear-to-ear, he sat and applauded while his opponent took his bow, and then didn't hesitate to pop up and deliver one of his own with a flourish. Unable to resist milking the moment, he gave his audience a few waves before turning around to offer a handshake to the mandolinist. "Thank you for letting me play with you, good sir. You really are amazing." Despite his pleasure at his victory, Devlin's words were sincere: the contest had been a close one, and Devlin had only won due to a stronger finish. He turned back to the crowd and motioned at his fellow mandolinist. "Tip this guy! He deserves it!"

Devlin turned back to grab his mandolin and began strapping it onto his back. He couldn't imagine a better way to start the night.As Devlin stands up, the applause which was beginning to subside renewed its vigor. Then to his offer of a handshake, the mandolinist accepts and energetically shakes it using both hands and a wry smile.

To the first complement, he replies, "Oh, don't be so modest. You had me running for my money the whole time. Never would have thought a person like you would make me crack under pressure."

With another wide smile, he bows to the crowd with a flourish, and waves... then plops himself on the stone bench to rest as Devlin straps on his mandolin.

"Oh, sir!" he calls to Devlin before he has gone anywhere. "Before you go, could I ask a small favor of you?" He continues, with somewhat heavy breath, "That little competition we had took a lot out of me. I could really use a small break. You know, stretching my legs, grabbing an hors d'oeuvre, plus, now that I think about it, bringing a glass of water out here with me would be a good idea..." Then he continues earnestly, "But you see I am on a contract and they wouldn't like me to leave even for a few minutes. But... I could see no harm if another skilled player were to temporarily take my place... say, you? Would you mind filling in for me for just a few minutes? I promise you, I won't be gone long."


He was more perfect than I had ever hoped. He was curious enough to wonder about such a concept, and was demanding enough to force the knowledge out. The Prince could be the perfect pupil.

I explain. "The Balance is the way the world runs. It is harmony and love, and at the same time, it is discord and hatred. The Balance is nothing and it is everything. When things are Balanced, the world runs the way it ought to run. When things are unBalanced, the world becomes confused, and is disturbed until it can find a new equilibrium - possibly an undesirable one."

"In your studies, you have read about empires rising and falling, have you not? When an empire is Balanced, everything operates smoothly. When an empire is unBalanced, revolts occur; corruption spreads; foes invade. Eventually, everything will become Balanced again: the empire may have been invaded or destroyed, for instance."

I was almost trembling in excitement. Here I was, talking to a prince about the Balance! I started to get louder and louder.

"Prince, I will be blunt with the warning. Your father made some bad decisions, and the kingdom is getting restless and unBalanced. The final result is one which you may dislike. Balance the kingdom, or risk inheriting a broken monarchy. Perhaps you will be killed by assassins - then you would not be able to claim the throne at all!"

I start to jab my carrot at him. "The kingdom is a wondrous one, and I do not want it to fade away because you failed to act."

"Do you?"
At first the prince sort of stared blankly at Lori, really wondering if this random person was trying to give him a sermon or convert him to some religion. Then she mentioned empires. It piqued his interest and her words seemed to be applicable... though he could only remember hearing of one truly great empire that crumbled long ago.

Then she started to issue her "warning" and he became visibly disturbed. Yes, his dad made some mistakes but... What?? Was she threatening him?

Lori's voice culminated, attracting the attention of the king, the one he was speaking with, and all those immediately nearby. All the prince could say with probably the most perturbed, incredulous look possible was, "What??"

The body guards, having heard her talking about assassinating, immediately moved forward to block a clear view of the prince, threatening to brandish their weapons, and then the king, finally, demands, "What's all this about?!"


Faldis pulled back his presented arms. He considered changing clothes very briefly. His traveling clothes were stained with mud and stank of sweat. He had no time to make those presentable.

"I thank you for your guidance, madam Chaesis, but I must make do with what I have." He then signaled for Phim to follow as he began walking onward.

The palace looked a bit more imposing now. Phim spiraled around Faldis to try to get his mood to change to a less serious one, and seemed eager to move on. While Faldis did begin to veer away from walking right up to the palace, he was still quite serious about trying to get around this setback. There are many tents on the grounds. Perhaps I can find something in those... He spotted a few items among the prizes for the games which might at least cover what he was currently wearing, but perhaps not completely. When he heard the sound of a drum being beaten, he began to head towards that tent. Perhaps I am still dressed for dancing. I should see what Bestrathi dances look like.

Faldis is heading to the performers near Garret's tent with the recorder and the tombak.
The performers playing the recorder and hand drum make a somewhat constant rhythm. It did seem to add a unique, even primitive, atmosphere, and this would most likely be considered a good thing because it added yet more variety to the party.

Though the tune is catchy at first, it becomes apparent that it keeps repeating and repeating. Also, no one appears to be dancing to the music, and the tip box seems rather sparse.

[Zombulian]

The lady quietly nods with a smile and replies, "Why yes it is. And you mean because it is the prince's birthday, right?" ending with a soft laugh. Then she continues, "Well, do you have your invitation ready? I'd need to see it before we can let you in."

Manolo's eyes widen for a second, "Oh yes of course!" He quickly rummages through his now strangely deep pocket. Having to look at the woman helplessly for much longer than he would have liked. Finally he gains purchase and hands the card over. "The name's Manuel Machin, but my friends call me Manolo." He smiles widely again and offers his hand.

[WindStruck]

Manolo's eyes widen for a second, "Oh yes of course!" He quickly rummages through his now strangely deep pocket. Having to look at the woman helplessly for much longer than he would have liked. Finally he gains purchase and hands the card over. "The name's Manuel Machin, but my friends call me Manolo." He smiles widely again and offers his hand.
"A pleasure," she says, putting her best smile forward. After taking the card, she murmurs something, reading the back of the card, and says, So, Manolo. Would you be able to tell me the name of the ship your father sailed on? This was your security question, if you remember." Her reminder is gentle and unassuming.

[Zombulian]

"A pleasure," she says, putting her best smile forward. After taking the card, she murmurs something, reading the back of the card, and says, So, Manolo. Would you be able to tell me the name of the ship your father sailed on? This was your security question, if you remember." Her reminder is gentle and unassuming.

"Ah yes my father. He was first mate on the noble vessel 'Sweetwind'. At least, I assume it was a noble vessel. I was never actually told what he did for a living besides being 'a sailor'. Kind of silly I suppose."

[WindStruck]

"Ah yes my father. He was first mate on the noble vessel 'Sweetwind'. At least, I assume it was a noble vessel. I was never actually told what he did for a living besides being 'a sailor'. Kind of silly I suppose."
Appearing intrigued she asks, "What? You never really knew your father? --Ah, well that's much too personal," she says, backpedaling. "Anyway, that would be correct so... come on in, and have a good evening." She hands the invitation back to Manolo and gestures her arms as if allowing him to pass.

[Lexin]

Oh frack I've done it again. I really should work on being more diplomatic. Turning to the gnome, "Thank you sir, for helping with the child. I have never been the best with children."


Boddynock raises an eyebrow at that and answers: "For the beginning it is good not to start with pushing them around. Just a hint, you know..." ...and he turns back to the halfling.


"Oh, I do alright" Sam said, blushing slightly. "Sir Gallenhad always said that if I spent as much time with the lance as I do with the bow, I would be the regional jousting champion by now... But I'm really nothing too special; it's really just because I spend so much time with my bow" He says, wringing his hands slightly. "These people are probably a lot better than me though" Sam says, unintentionally waving his hand in every direction except for the man that had bowled him over. My name is Sam He said, glad for the change of subject. "what's yours?"

"I am Boddynock, a pleasure to meet you. I am afraid that my inability to use bow was just because I focused more on the lance..." he says with a smile "Although it is just as master Kaan ordered me to." he shrugs and adds with a wide smile and happy tone "Anyway, I think you could register for the competition now. I will stay for a while and cheer for you."

[thoughts] 'Good. I was getting bored of talking to myself. ... I know all of my jokes..."

[Keltaris]

Kaad's stroll takes him across the grand foyer, then to the balcony where he observes the courtyard for a while, then, at last, he reaches the ballrooom.

He enters the huge room just in time to catch the last passages of the conversation between one who obviously was the Prince, and a peculiar-looking woman.

The situation seemed to be getting a bit heated, and the guards were stepping in, so he drew closer, to see what all the fuss was about.

"Is that woman threatening the Prince here and now?"

Kaad tries to get in earshot of the conversation between Lori, the Prince and the others, acting as casual as possible.

[Severance28]

Boddynock raises an eyebrow at that and answers: "For the beginning it is good not to start with pushing them around. Just a hint, you know..." ...and he turns back to the halfling.



"I am Boddynock, a pleasure to meet you. I am afraid that my inability to use bow was just because I focused more on the lance..." he says with a smile "Although it is just as master Kaan ordered me to." he shrugs and adds with a wide smile and happy tone "Anyway, I think you could register for the competition now. I will stay for a while and cheer for you."

[thoughts] 'Good. I was getting bored of talking to myself. ... I know all of my jokes..."

That would be wonderful! Sam said, smiling genuinely. He had already taken a liking to the strange man in front of him, and would welcome the company for what Sam was soon realizing may be a long evening. "I don't think it will take very long, and then perhaps we can get a drink after. I would love to hear more about your master Kaan."

Turning back to the person behind the desk, Sam counted out twenty of his gold pieces, wincing slightly as he noticed the near-empty purse remaining. It's okay, I brought this money for spending, and it's not like I need to spend anything back home--and I left enough in my hotel for the journey back. Looking back up at the attendant, Sam asked politely: "Excuse me, where should I sign?"

[Derp]

Derank pays the man. "When will the competition be starting sir?"

After getting a response, Derank will have a seat either on a nearby chair or the ground, and watch the going ons around him.

Taking 10 on spot checks? Hes not actively looking for anything though. With no points in spot though its just... 10 :smalleek:

[WindStruck]

Derank pays the man. "When will the competition be starting sir?"

After getting a response, Derank will have a seat either on a nearby chair or the ground, and watch the going ons around him.

Taking 10 on spot checks? Hes not actively looking for anything though. With no points in spot though its just... 10 :smalleek:
The man says, "Well, as it happens, we do have an 'official' time for all partakers to meet and watch each other if they so wish: 9 pm. About an hour before the king will make his speech, so that should be plenty of time. But if you wish, you can shoot anytime you like... now or before midnight in case you have other places you would rather be."

You notice the target is set up well outside the tent near the outer walls of the palace. Also something I didn't mention before is that on the other counters they do have an assortment of shortbows and longbows for both medium and small creatures and also composite ones with with strength ratings ranging from -2 to +5. Most are masterwork as well.

Also, I generally wouldn't allow "taking 10" on a spot check... technically you can, though. It's just sort of taking your time, looking around at various things. If you take 10's on spot checks, it is unlikely you will find hidden beings, etc, unless they have been in the vicinity a while...


That would be wonderful! Sam said, smiling genuinely. He had already taken a liking to the strange man in front of him, and would welcome the company for what Sam was soon realizing may be a long evening. "I don't think it will take very long, and then perhaps we can get a drink after. I would love to hear more about your master Kaan."

Turning back to the person behind the desk, Sam counted out twenty of his gold pieces, wincing slightly as he noticed the near-empty purse remaining. It's okay, I brought this money for spending, and it's not like I need to spend anything back home--and I left enough in my hotel for the journey back. Looking back up at the attendant, Sam asked politely: "Excuse me, where should I sign?"

Once again, the man smiles and pushes the paper right before Sam. "Ah, right here, my fine sir." He also moves the pen and ink closer as as well, and eagerly collects the gold pieces.

[white lancer]

As Devlin stands up, the applause which was beginning to subside renewed its vigor. Then to his offer of a handshake, the mandolinist accepts and energetically shakes it using both hands and a wry smile.

To the first compliment, he replies, "Oh, don't be so modest. You had me running for my money the whole time. Never would have thought a person like you would make me crack under pressure."

With another wide smile, he bows to the crowd with a flourish, and waves... then plops himself on the stone bench to rest as Devlin straps on his mandolin.

"Oh, sir!" he calls to Devlin before he has gone anywhere. "Before you go, could I ask a small favor of you?" He continues, with somewhat heavy breath, "That little competition we had took a lot out of me. I could really use a small break. You know, stretching my legs, grabbing an hors d'oeuvre, plus, now that I think about it, bringing a glass of water out here with me would be a good idea..." Then he continues earnestly, "But you see I am on a contract and they wouldn't like me to leave even for a few minutes. But... I could see no harm if another skilled player were to temporarily take my place... say, you? Would you mind filling in for me for just a few minutes? I promise you, I won't be gone long."

"Oh, I wasn't being all that modest," Devlin said with a wry smile. He did legitimately believe the other mandolinist was talented, and that made him feel even more proud that he had "won" the competition. Wouldn't be much of a victory if he was against someone who didn't know a mandolin from a mandarin, would it?

Devlin's eyes lit up even more when the other man made his request. He hadn't attempted to become one of the performers here at this event because he wanted to see the sights and sounds of the party, maybe even meet the king or something, and he still wanted to do all of that. But this way he could get the best of both worlds--the chance to play his mandolin for people at an event like this, even for a short time, and the ability to move on and do whatever else he wanted to do here once the mandolinist returned. So he nodded his head and said, "Sure, I'd love to! Wouldn't want you to miss out on the rest of the party entirely, right?" He began unslinging the mandolin again--he couldn't have made this offer before I put Lindele away?--and getting it ready to play. "My name's Devlin, by the way."

[Quxelopqr]

Garret sighed and decided there was something that needed to be done. That damn recorder had played its final repetitive tune. Just as he headed to the back entrance of the tent, he was interrupted by one of his fellow performers.

Hey Garret, my cape tore on that last act. Can you help me out here?

Gorshak, the troupe's strongman, looked pleadingly at him. For the last time, Lara's the one with the sewing kit. I don't know a needle from a- Garret paused, glancing around the tent. She's up in like ten minutes, and she's never late for a chance to show me up. Hey Gorshak, you seen Lara? She's up next, isn't she? Now that I think of it, I haven't seen her since before my act.

[KillingAScarab]

The performers playing the recorder and hand drum make a somewhat constant rhythm. It did seem to add a unique, even primitive, atmosphere, and this would most likely be considered a good thing because it added yet more variety to the party.

Though the tune is catchy at first, it becomes apparent that it keeps repeating and repeating. Also, no one appears to be dancing to the music, and the tip box seems rather sparse."No one is dancing for the king's son?" Faldis asked of the drummer. "Is he so dishonored on his birthday?" It didn't matter much to Faldis that the guest of honor was seemingly not near the tent, the idea that with so many people around none were dancing was just so strange to him. While he cannot see others dancing here, perhaps he would dance here. It would be good to warm up my limbs, he thought as he received the drummer's reply.

[WindStruck]

"Oh, I wasn't being all that modest," Devlin said with a wry smile. He did legitimately believe the other mandolinist was talented, and that made him feel even more proud that he had "won" the competition. Wouldn't be much of a victory if he was against someone who didn't know a mandolin from a mandarin, would it?

Devlin's eyes lit up even more when the other man made his request. He hadn't attempted to become one of the performers here at this event because he wanted to see the sights and sounds of the party, maybe even meet the king or something, and he still wanted to do all of that. But this way he could get the best of both worlds--the chance to play his mandolin for people at an event like this, even for a short time, and the ability to move on and do whatever else he wanted to do here once the mandolinist returned. So he nodded his head and said, "Sure, I'd love to! Wouldn't want you to miss out on the rest of the party entirely, right?" He began unslinging the mandolin again--he couldn't have made this offer before I put Lindele away?--and getting it ready to play. "My name's Devlin, by the way."
The player beams, "Ah, thank you! You're a lifesaver! And uh... you may call me Jones. See you soon, Devlin!"

The man picks up his own Mandolin and saunters off eastward along the path to where he said he was going, gently climbing up and down an octave. Seems to be some sort of music exercise.


"No one is dancing for the king's son?" Faldis asked of the drummer. "Is he so dishonored on his birthday?" It didn't matter much to Faldis that the guest of honor was seemingly not near the tent, the idea that with so many people around none were dancing was just so strange to him. While he cannot see others dancing here, perhaps he would dance here. It would be good to warm up my limbs, he thought as he received the drummer's reply.
The man playing the tombak looks up at you, eying you dully. He does not answer your question at all. He only continues playing and looks back at you... sort of with an addled expression on his face, yet also fairly blank as if he doesn't really care.

[white lancer]

As Jones walked down the path (man, is it a relief to have a name to call him now!), Devlin tuned the mandolin and glanced around. Most of the people who had been watching their little duel had probably moved on to sample some of the party's other entertainments, but he could probably still get a good audience here if he played well. He surveyed the nearby tents and made a mental list of the ones he would have to visit once Jones returned--in addition to the gambling one back by the violinists and cellist, he could see a few party games in addition to a magician who looked interesting. Definitely something worth checking out. But now...he had a job to do. Devlin closed his eyes at he plucked at his strings experimentally, before launching into a song of his own composition. It was a little rough for Devlin's tastes, and he hadn't yet written up any words, but it always made him think of adventures and giant-slaying, so it was one of his personal favorite tunes to play.

Perform check: [roll0]

Today, it sounded harsher on his ears than normal. Maybe his fingers had been worn out a bit after the little musicians' duel he had taken part in, but it was rough enough that he opened his eyes and grimaced a bit before gamely pressing onward. He would have to step up his game if he was going to fill Jones' shoes here.

[KillingAScarab]

The man playing the tombak looks up at you, eying you dully. He does not answer your question at all. He only continues playing and looks back at you... sort of with an addled expression on his face, yet also fairly blank as if he doesn't really care.Faldis frowns a little at the lack of reaction to his questions. A man that indifferent surely will not mind if I begin dancing, then. "Come, Phim." The floating blue light swirled a few stay misty bits over itself as it approached Faldis while he placed his arms upon the ground then turned around to face away from the players.

Faldis isn't trying to impress anyone or do anything straining, so I don't suppose a roll is neccesary. If it is, I will edit one into here.

He found the rhythm easy to keep up with and began to take a few steps to the left and to the right with his hands on his waist. Once he had found his feet in the rhythm he gave the occassional clap or slap of his thighs in time with it. Phim, surprisingly, more or less mimicked Faldis' motions, occasionally moving in the opposite way, such as bobbing up higher when Faldis squatted down. It must be feeling sorry for me, if Phim is complying, or... maybe it finally started to like dancing. Faldis took a look back at the musicians to see if they were any more interested, now that someone was moving to their music.

[WindStruck]

As Jones walked down the path (man, is it a relief to have a name to call him now!), Devlin tuned the mandolin and glanced around. Most of the people who had been watching their little duel had probably moved on to sample some of the party's other entertainments, but he could probably still get a good audience here if he played well. He surveyed the nearby tents and made a mental list of the ones he would have to visit once Jones returned--in addition to the gambling one back by the violinists and cellist, he could see a few party games in addition to a magician who looked interesting. Definitely something worth checking out. But now...he had a job to do. Devlin closed his eyes at he plucked at his strings experimentally, before launching into a song of his own composition. It was a little rough for Devlin's tastes, and he hadn't yet written up any words, but it always made him think of adventures and giant-slaying, so it was one of his personal favorite tunes to play.

Perform check: <14>

Today, it sounded harsher on his ears than normal. Maybe his fingers had been worn out a bit after the little musicians' duel he had taken part in, but it was rough enough that he opened his eyes and grimaced a bit before gamely pressing onward. He would have to step up his game if he was going to fill Jones' shoes here.
Excellent, excellent. Your performance is slightly enjoyable to some people as they pass by. However... ten minutes pass and Jones still hasn't returned.


Faldis frowns a little at the lack of reaction to his questions. A man that indifferent surely will not mind if I begin dancing, then. "Come, Phim." The floating blue light swirled a few stay misty bits over itself as it approached Faldis while he placed his arms upon the ground then turned around to face away from the players.

Faldis isn't trying to impress anyone or do anything straining, so I don't suppose a roll is neccesary. If it is, I will edit one into here.

He found the rhythm easy to keep up with and began to take a few steps to the left and to the right with his hands on his waist. Once he had found his feet in the rhythm he gave the occassional clap or slap of his thighs in time with it. Phim, surprisingly, more or less mimicked Faldis' motions, occasionally moving in the opposite way, such as bobbing up higher when Faldis squatted down. It must be feeling sorry for me, if Phim is complying, or... maybe it finally started to like dancing. Faldis took a look back at the musicians to see if they were any more interested, now that someone was moving to their music.
The recorder player is now watching you as he plays, and some people turn their heads to look at the odd sight of a man dressed all silly dancing to the tune with a glowing ball of light. To a casual passerby, it would appear as though you are part of their performance as well now! The tombak player's eyes are fixed on you now, showing an amused smile.

[Severance28]

Sam signs the paper where the man indicated "how long will I have to wait?" he asks.

depending on the answer Sam will either go take a seat and make small talk with the other contestants and or his new friend. Or take the bow and go out to the range

[WindStruck]

Sam signs the paper where the man indicated "how long will I have to wait?" he asks.

depending on the answer Sam will either go take a seat and make small talk with the other contestants and or his new friend. Or take the bow and go out to the range
The man behind the counter gives the same answer he did to the big guy clad in hide armor: An official time where everyone can gather/watch others is at 9 pm (it is currently 6:15). However, if you choose, you can also shoot at any other time from now between before midnight, when a winner is announced.

[Severance28]

The man behind the counter gives the same answer he did to the big guy clad in hide armor: An official time where everyone can gather/watch others is at 9 pm (it is currently 6:15). However, if you choose, you can also shoot at any other time from now between before midnight, when a winner is announced.

Sam blushes slightly; he hadn't been listening when the man had just spoken.

sorry, posting from my phone since I'm traveling, it's hard to read everything

"well, I will come back at nine then: I don't have anything else to do at that time!
Sam turns back to Boddynock: "Well, would you like to grab a drink or try our luck at some of the games? There was a dart game that caught my eye earlier, although I would be just as happy watching the entertainers"

[KillingAScarab]

The recorder player is now watching you as he plays, and some people turn their heads to look at the odd sight of a man dressed all silly dancing to the tune with a glowing ball of light. To a casual passerby, it would appear as though you are part of their performance as well now! The tombak player's eyes are fixed on you now, showing an amused smile.Faldis was glad the musicians were getting interested. He still didn't feel limber enough to try anything fancy, so he looked to Phim and tried to motion to it to spin around in a circle.

Phim started to follow the motion of his finger, traveling up and down as it moved away from the player's tent and then back toward it. After a few of these, Faldis danced closer and stuck his hand inside of the circle the soulspark was making, then pulled out of it and tried the other one. Phim caught onto the idea and the next time Faldis put his arm "inside" it began corkscrewing around the limb until it reached his shoulder. Phim then decided on its own to start orbiting the man's body. Faldis moved a little stiffer to keep from bumping into the soulspark, yet still dancing, but the dance was slow enough to not have too much trouble with that. Eventually, the Uthrosian stuck out a leg Phim was circling around and "shook" it off.

Well done! Faldis thought as he shared his surprise and a little glee with the familiar. At the encouraging feelings, Phim began floating about a bit more vigorously, egging Faldis on to keep up. He looked back at the musicians and asked, "Shall we try a little faster pace?"

Following the Super Mario Bros. example, perhaps the music will eventually reach the double time used for when the timer is less than 100. :smallsmile:

[WindStruck]

Faldis was glad the musicians were getting interested. He still didn't feel limber enough to try anything fancy, so he looked to Phim and tried to motion to it to spin around in a circle.

Phim started to follow the motion of his finger, traveling up and down as it moved away from the player's tent and then back toward it. After a few of these, Faldis danced closer and stuck his hand inside of the circle the soulspark was making, then pulled out of it and tried the other one. Phim caught onto the idea and the next time Faldis put his arm "inside" it began corkscrewing around the limb until it reached his shoulder. Phim then decided on its own to start orbiting the man's body. Faldis moved a little stiffer to keep from bumping into the soulspark, yet still dancing, but the dance was slow enough to not have too much trouble with that. Eventually, the Uthrosian stuck out a leg Phim was circling around and "shook" it off.

Well done! Faldis thought as he shared his surprise and a little glee with the familiar. At the encouraging feelings, Phim began floating about a bit more vigorously, egging Faldis on to keep up. He looked back at the musicians and asked, "Shall we try a little faster pace?"

Following the Super Mario Bros. example, perhaps the music will eventually reach the double time used for when the timer is less than 100. :smallsmile:
lol sounds like a fun idea. Then time will run out and you will collapse from exhaustion. Complete with the little death tune. :smallbiggrin:
The two players' music abruptly stops. They look at each other and shrug.. then start the same playing at about a 50% faster pace. (Not double time, but it is a significant increase nonetheless)

[KillingAScarab]

lol sounds like a fun idea. Then time will run out and you will collapse from exhaustion. Complete with the little death tune. :smallbiggrin:Wouldn't I have to collapse in fatigue first, since this is 3.5? :smallbiggrin:


The two players' music abruptly stops. They look at each other and shrug.. then start the same playing at about a 50% faster pace. (Not double time, but it is a significant increase nonetheless)Satisfied with the increase in the speed of the music, Faldis feels it is lively enough now to warrant throwing in some jumping. He began with simply dancing around a point with Phim, then turned away and tried a small leap. After turning again during a small bow, he came back toward Phim with another jump. Phim "jumped" as well as something which is already airborne could and twirled around with Faldis again.

After this, Faldis then attempted some high kicks and a more difficult one while crouching. Phim, not having any limbs, did not.

For an idea of what Faldis is attempting, check out the men in the blue pants in the first 20 seconds or so of this video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvD21OntHgI) of a Hopak dance. If a perform or balance roll is needed, I can edit it in here.

Testing only: 1d20+2

[WindStruck]

Wouldn't I have to collapse in fatigue first, since this is 3.5? :smallbiggrin:

Satisfied with the increase in the speed of the music, Faldis feels it is lively enough now to warrant throwing in some jumping. He began with simply dancing around a point with Phim, then turned away and tried a small leap. After turning again during a small bow, he came back toward Phim with another jump. Phim "jumped" as well as something which is already airborne could and twirled around with Faldis again.

After this, Faldis then attempted some high kicks and a more difficult one while crouching. Phim, not having any limbs, did not.

For an idea of what Faldis is attempting, check out the men in the blue pants in the first 20 seconds or so of this video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvD21OntHgI) of a Hopak dance. If a perform or balance roll is needed, I can edit it in here.
The noticeable increase in tempo and Faldis's dancing does seem to attract more attention. At least some people stop for about 10-20 seconds before moving on. You even notice someone drop a copper piece in the tip box.

However, the tune is still as annoying and repetitive as ever, and the fact that it increased in speed may be considered a boon as much as it may be considered a detriment...

Here's a perform roll for ya. Don't think you can go back and edit in additional rolls... [roll0]
Faldis's dancing is alright, but by itself does not seem to get many more people tipping. Basically he's just being some sort of spectacle.

[Derp]

Yeah that was my gist, he was just kinda looking around and seeing if anything caught his eye to encourage his curiosity

"9 is it? Then I shall be back at that time."

Standing up, Derkan takes another look around. This time, its the sound of music that catches his interest, and he wanders off to investigate who is making the noise

He would go either direction to whichever noise sounds best. If you want to roll 1d2 or 1d3 or whatever to decide which one he goes to..?

[TaiLiu]

At first the prince sort of stared blankly at Lori, really wondering if this random person was trying to give him a sermon or convert him to some religion. Then she mentioned empires. It piqued his interest and her words seemed to be applicable... though he could only remember hearing of one truly great empire that crumbled long ago.

Then she started to issue her "warning" and he became visibly disturbed. Yes, his dad made some mistakes but... What?? Was she threatening him?

Lori's voice culminated, attracting the attention of the king, the one he was speaking with, and all those immediately nearby. All the prince could say with probably the most perturbed, incredulous look possible was, "What??"

The body guards, having heard her talking about assassinating, immediately moved forward to block a clear view of the prince, threatening to brandish their weapons, and then the king, finally, demands, "What's all this about?!"
The Prince was not as perfect as I thought he would be. He lacked the ability to take in the knowledge I was giving him. Perhaps the King would, but he was the one to make the errors and the main cause of the unBalance. Well, there's no going back.

I greeted him. "King Mephis the Fourth! I apologise for your son's shock, but I was just relaying some news of the Balance and the fate of your kingdom! Have your heard of it?"

[white lancer]

Excellent, excellent. Your performance is slightly enjoyable to some people as they pass by. However... ten minutes pass and Jones still hasn't returned.

Damned musicians...you can never expect them to be anywhere when you need them to be. Devlin smiled slightly at the thought, but inwardly he was a little annoyed. He loved playing his mandolin, even if it wasn't his best performance ever, but if he had wanted to spend the entire party performing, he would have applied to be an entertainer here himself. As he continued to play, he found himself glancing around in an attempt to spot Jones if he was returning, but so far he didn't see anything.

1d20+10

This time he managed to get the melody of the song just right, and it made for a much more enjoyable performance. Still, Devlin couldn't help but wonder what was taking Jones so long. He had thought it strange that the man seemed so worn out after a simple (if combative) performance, and the way he talked seemed suspicious from a meta perspective, but he had decided not to roll a Sense Motive for whatever reason. Now he was stuck here, but Devlin had no intention of staying here the entire night! He didn't want Jones to get in trouble for breaking his contract, but that was on him--Devlin had agreed to do this for a few minutes, not...however long it had been now, so he should have come back if he didn't want to get into trouble.

His decision made, Devlin strapped the mandolin to his back and stood up. Taking one last look around for Jones, he shrugged his shoulders and continued down the path to the west.

If Jones returns during the time of Devlin's second perform check, obviously ignore the last paragraph. ^^

[WindStruck]

Yeah that was my gist, he was just kinda looking around and seeing if anything caught his eye to encourage his curiosity

"9 is it? Then I shall be back at that time."

Standing up, Derkan takes another look around. This time, its the sound of music that catches his interest, and he wanders off to investigate who is making the noise

He would go either direction to whichever noise sounds best. If you want to roll 1d2 or 1d3 or whatever to decide which one he goes to..?
By far, the most noticeable music is the mariachi band playing just to the north, somewhat near the food stand. They aren't bad either.


The Prince was not as perfect as I thought he would be. He lacked the ability to take in the knowledge I was giving him. Perhaps the King would, but he was the one to make the errors and the main cause of the unBalance. Well, there's no going back.

I greeted him. "King Mephis the Fourth! I apologise for your son's shock, but I was just relaying some news of the Balance and the fate of your kingdom! Have your heard of it?"
"The balance, you say? Is that what you call this? Ruining a pleasant evening by making a spectacle? Scaring my boy half to death on his birthday?" His tone seems quite vicious and contemptuous, but for good reason. Also a bit sarcastic though knowing Lori, I think the king hit the nail on the head there...


white lancer:No, you still don't see Jones anywhere either as you make your 2nd perform check or as you look around for him one last time.

[TaiLiu]

"The balance, you say? Is that what you call this? Ruining a pleasant evening by making a spectacle? Scaring my boy half to death on his birthday?" His tone seems quite vicious and contemptuous, but for good reason. Also a bit sarcastic though knowing Lori, I think the king hit the nail on the head there...
The King seems to be quite confused about the Balance. Destruction and fear are merely tiny parts of the Balance. A better word would be equilibrium, or conclusion. Perhaps even equality, though it would be quite a misnomer. However, is the word 'balance' not a misnomer as well? Maybe it would be better if I switched to a different word. I shall try one last time to get through the King's muddled head before moving on, then.

The Balance, King, is not what you seem to think. To speak of it in your kingdom's terms, it would be Prosperity or Survival. Your 'boy' can ensure the Balance - the Prosperity and the Survival. As I said, I have some important news to relay to the royal family."

[Lexin]

Sam turns back to Boddynock: "Well, would you like to grab a drink or try our luck at some of the games? There was a dart game that caught my eye earlier, although I would be just as happy watching the entertainers"

"I am up for both drink and any game there is. We have a lot of time so I think we can see everything here and try every game." Says Boddynock, happy that he has someone to talk to around the place, but he suddenly remembers something and adds in quiet tone, while blushing "...but I think I would avoid the green tent..."

[WindStruck]

The King seems to be quite confused about the Balance. Destruction and fear are merely tiny parts of the Balance. A better word would be equilibrium, or conclusion. Perhaps even equality, though it would be quite a misnomer. However, is the word 'balance' not a misnomer as well? Maybe it would be better if I switched to a different word. I shall try one last time to get through the King's muddled head before moving on, then.

The Balance, King, is not what you seem to think. To speak of it in your kingdom's terms, it would be Prosperity or Survival. Your 'boy' can ensure the Balance - the Prosperity and the Survival. As I said, I have some important news to relay to the royal family."
The king appears to be average in terms of height and weight. He has neatly-trimmed hair and beard of a brown color, piercing hazel eyes, and a slightly hooked nose. He is dressed quite magnificently himself, but if you think about it, a courtier's outfit would probably describe it, though he wears a long, flowing mantle of fine furs, fastened by a golden, gem-studded brooch, and the crown... it is not one of those bulbous ones with a fancy top, but rather just a circular, golden band. Six points jut out from its top, equidistant of each other, resembling something like leaves or tips of a fence bar or something, and on the band, between each tip, is a sapphire, ruby, or emerald, alternating.

Anyway, the king glares at Lori with arms crossed. "So, you fancy yourself a prophet of sorts? Speak your news quickly then. But I warn you if you make another outburst, I shall have you thrown out."

[white lancer]

Devlin frowned as he saw no sign of Jones. What could have happened to him? Was he just trying to saddle someone else with his duties while he went and did...whatever? Or had he gotten held up somewhere? He suddenly stopped and turned around, now heading east. Jones might be bringing any trouble he would get for abandoning his post on himself, but it was the least Devlin could do to at least try to find him and let him know that he was leaving. As he began following the path he had last seen Jones taking and occasionally asking people if they might have seen him, Devlin sighed. The mandolin contest had been fun and a great way to start the night, but this part was a bit of a drag. He shouldn't have allowed himself to get roped into this.

Gather Information check to see if anyone saw where Jones went: [roll0]

[Keltaris]

Kaad stands a short distance from the "Prophet" and the King, listening carefully to their discussion, baffled by the conviction of the woman.

"Mmh, this is getting interesting..."

As the woman keeps explaining herself to the King, the half-orc leans in their direction, his gaze in fixed somewhere else, in an attempt to remain unnoticed.

[WindStruck]

Devlin frowned as he saw no sign of Jones. What could have happened to him? Was he just trying to saddle someone else with his duties while he went and did...whatever? Or had he gotten held up somewhere? He suddenly stopped and turned around, now heading east. Jones might be bringing any trouble he would get for abandoning his post on himself, but it was the least Devlin could do to at least try to find him and let him know that he was leaving. As he began following the path he had last seen Jones taking and occasionally asking people if they might have seen him, Devlin sighed. The mandolin contest had been fun and a great way to start the night, but this part was a bit of a drag. He shouldn't have allowed himself to get roped into this.

Gather Information check to see if anyone saw where Jones went: [roll0]

Ok, generally, it says gather information takes 1d4+1 hours, but I suppose that involves a lot of traveling, "friend" making, smalltalk, and, well, a vast variety of information. So, let's just say you simply ask around for Jones.
Upon asking a guard before getting to the southern corner where Jones is, he says he doesn't know any Jones. Well, that's likely he doesn't know the performers' names... You ask again about the mandolin performer that was further to the west. He remembers that fellow. Saw him stop by that ball gambling game for a minute and keep going northward. Doesn't remember and/or didn't see anything after that.

[Severance28]

"I am up for both drink and any game there is. We have a lot of time so I think we can see everything here and try every game." Says Boddynock, happy that he has someone to talk to around the place, but he suddenly remembers something and adds in quiet tone, while blushing "...but I think I would avoid the green tent..."

Sam laughs nervously, deciding not to ask about the green tent, but rather just to avoid it all together. "Well, I was interested in that dart game, perhaps we could try our luck!" Sam pauses for a moment, and then adds: "and commiserate our lack of it afterwards with drinks"

If Boddynock does not object, Sam will head over to the Dart tent and put down a silver coin: Hello, I'd like to try my luck!

If it's at all relevant, ranged weapon modifier is +7

[white lancer]

Ok, generally, it says gather information takes 1d4+1 hours, but I suppose that involves a lot of traveling, "friend" making, smalltalk, and, well, a vast variety of information. So, let's just say you simply ask around for Jones.
Upon asking a guard before getting to the southern corner where Jones is, he says he doesn't know any Jones. Well, that's likely he doesn't know the performers' names... You ask again about the mandolin performer that was further to the west. He remembers that fellow. Saw him stop by that ball gambling game for a minute and keep going northward. Doesn't remember and/or didn't see anything after that.

Devlin thanked the guard and sighed as he walked away. He knew it was unlikely that Jones would be so easily found, but he hoped this wasn't going to turn into a wild goose chase. He was down for many things tonight, but a scavenger hunt was not one of them (unless there was a prize involved or something). Devlin turned north, periodically stopping to ask around to see if anyone else saw the guy with the mandolin passing by here.

Didn't realize Gather Info had no rules on short-term information gathering. If you still want me rolling for it in this scenario, here you go: [roll0]

[KillingAScarab]

The noticeable increase in tempo and Faldis's dancing does seem to attract more attention. At least some people stop for about 10-20 seconds before moving on. You even notice someone drop a copper piece in the tip box.

However, the tune is still as annoying and repetitive as ever, and the fact that it increased in speed may be considered a boon as much as it may be considered a detriment...

Here's a perform roll for ya. Don't think you can go back and edit in additional rolls... [roll0]
Faldis's dancing is alright, but by itself does not seem to get many more people tipping. Basically he's just being some sort of spectacle.

Those kicks were not too bad. I may be looser than I had thought after traveling. Encouraged both by his balance and how much Phim is matching him, Faldis decides to try some real jumps now. Spreading his arms as he takes some steps while standing, then crouching, then standing, he then launches himself straight up, trying to whirl his arms and legs toward each other before landing once more.

For an idea of the look of it, he's attempting just one of the jumps from about 2:50 into the previous YouTube video I linked to.

Jump check, DC 16 for a two foot jump height, maybe?
[roll0]

[WindStruck]

Devlin thanked the guard and sighed as he walked away. He knew it was unlikely that Jones would be so easily found, but he hoped this wasn't going to turn into a wild goose chase. He was down for many things tonight, but a scavenger hunt was not one of them (unless there was a prize involved or something). Devlin turned north, periodically stopping to ask around to see if anyone else saw the guy with the mandolin passing by here.

Didn't realize Gather Info had no rules on short-term information gathering. If you still want me rolling for it in this scenario, here you go: [roll0]
Again, it's kinda hard to model this... and you got to keep in mind a lot of people might not know who you are talking about, and we're dealing with crowds of wandering people, which is constantly changing. Also I'd like to point out that gather information seems to be more like polling people for common knowledge. What you are looking for is very specific, new, and generally unknown, so I'd imagine the check to be exceedingly high anyway...
After pestering some more people, you find a person that remembers you from the mandolin duel before and complements you. He also remembers Jones, but hasn't seen him. You ask some other guards as well, but they don't know who you are talking about. By now you've made it to around the front gate and palace entrance.


Those kicks were not too bad. I may be looser than I had thought after traveling. Encouraged both by his balance and how much Phim is matching him, Faldis decides to try some real jumps now. Spreading his arms as he takes some steps while standing, then crouching, then standing, he then launches himself straight up, trying to whirl his arms and legs toward each other before landing once more.

For an idea of the look of it, he's attempting just one of the jumps from about 2:50 into the previous YouTube video I linked to.

Jump check, DC 16 for a two foot jump height, maybe?
[roll0]
So, you make a nice jump, nearly 3 feet off the ground not even counting if you tried to tuck in your legs. You've seemed to attract a few more people, seeing as a jump like that stands out above the heads of many people. Another copper goes in the tip box.

[Lexin]

Sam laughs nervously, deciding not to ask about the green tent, but rather just to avoid it all together. "Well, I was interested in that dart game, perhaps we could try our luck!" Sam pauses for a moment, and then adds: "and commiserate our lack of it afterwards with drinks"

If Boddynock does not object, Sam will head over to the Dart tent and put down a silver coin: Hello, I'd like to try my luck!

If it's at all relevant, ranged weapon modifier is +7

"As good idea as any." says Boddynock and shrugs. When they reach the dart tent he too pays with 1 large silver coin (worth 2 sp) for a chance to play. "Got to try... but I don't think any miracle would happen..."

+4 ranged bonus

[Zombulian]

Appearing intrigued she asks, "What? You never really knew your father? --Ah, well that's much too personal," she says, backpedaling. "Anyway, that would be correct so... come on in, and have a good evening." She hands the invitation back to Manolo and gestures her arms as if allowing him to pass.

He grins again warmly, "Nonsense, when one is talking to a person, the only things worth talking about are personal. Everything else is meaningless. I would be happy to share a few stories with you another time, and I am sure a woman such as yourself has some of your own." He winks, continuing to grin playfully. Looking at the gesture she offered he begins to pass her by, stopping himself, he quickly adds, "You wouldn't happen to know if the King is accepting *anyone* to visit him tonight would you Miss... I'm sorry I never got your name.

[Derp]

Hearing the odd music, Derank heads towards the "Mariachi" band.

What is the crowd doing around the band? dancing? clapping in tune? singing a song?

[WindStruck]

He grins again warmly, "Nonsense, when one is talking to a person, the only things worth talking about are personal. Everything else is meaningless. I would be happy to share a few stories with you another time, and I am sure a woman such as yourself has some of your own." He winks, continuing to grin playfully. Looking at the gesture she offered he begins to pass her by, stopping himself, he quickly adds, "You wouldn't happen to know if the King is accepting *anyone* to visit him tonight would you Miss... I'm sorry I never got your name.
To his first response, she smiles and agrees, "Yes, another time. Perhaps later this evening?" She thinks he is about to go but he adds one more inquiry, to which she answers, "I believe he's actually in the ball room conversing with many people. Well, that was the plan, last I heard..."


Sam laughs nervously, deciding not to ask about the green tent, but rather just to avoid it all together. "Well, I was interested in that dart game, perhaps we could try our luck!" Sam pauses for a moment, and then adds: "and commiserate our lack of it afterwards with drinks"

If Boddynock does not object, Sam will head over to the Dart tent and put down a silver coin: Hello, I'd like to try my luck!

If it's at all relevant, ranged weapon modifier is +7

Ok, time for game rules. :smallsmile:
a dart-throwing game. Several targets about 8" in diameter swing back and forth approximately 10' behind where you throw. Unfortunately, a giant windmill-shaped structure spins in front of them all, frequently blocking your shots and disrupting concentration. On top of that, the darts are not weapon-quality and only have a range increment of 10 feet.
Cost: 1 dart for 5 cp, or 5 for 2 sp.So first of all, even hitting the middle of a target will be quite challenging. It is a very small spot. Plus the targets are moving. And since the darts aren't a good quality, they already give you a -2 penalty due to range at that distance. Oh right,and then there is the thing about the blades.... :smalltongue:

First you must make a DC 10 Concentration check to avoid the giant blades spinning in front of the targets (whilst simultaneously aiming for them). You take a penalty to your ranged attack roll by however much you miss this DC, but if you fail by 5 or more, you hit the blades.

Then you make your ranged attack for a target. It has AC 5 + 8 (fine size for the middle) + 2 (misc annoying movement). So you need to hit 15 AC to hit the middle area of the target. If you beat this AC by 2 or more, you are entitled to a (20 + (hit-17)*5)% chance to have actually hit the bullseye. As an example: 17 on your attack roll gives you 20% chance. 19 gives 30% chance. If you do not hit AC 15, but hit anywhere from AC 12~14, you hit the outside of the target.

So, I THINK it is possible to roll all this on one go. I will try to roll again for you two. Actually I'll put them both in the next post.


"As good idea as any." says Boddynock and shrugs. When they reach the dart tent he too pays 1 silver for a chance to play. "Got to try... but I don't think any miracle would happen..."

+4 ranged bonus



Hearing the odd music, Derank heads towards the "Mariachi" band.

What is the crowd doing around the band? dancing? clapping in tune? singing a song?
There isn't too much of a crowd, but there do seem to be a higher number of people than normal here for being at the very end of the "attractions". Quite a few tables are occupied as some of the patrons are munching on the local food from the nearby tent. Most are fixated on the band, although some people talk with each other as well.

Then again, there are a few people dancing as well. One man, a bit off to the side, is springing up and down to the beat by bending his knees and clapping with a smile of enjoyment. Also, there happens to be another couple that enjoys the music, and they are partaking in some more energetic dance. For instance, at this moment, the lady quickly bends extremely far back - the only thing holding her up is the man's arms as he leans forward. Then she bounds back up and they both quickly twirl in opposite directions to meet each other's faces again.

[WindStruck]

Sam's Throws:Giving him size bonus as well vs these targets (it's reasonable) he has a +8 to hit! But the darts give -2 at the current range. No ranks or skill mod in concentration.

Throw 1
Concentration check: [roll0]
(aiming for 10)
Base attack: [roll1]
(could be modified from above, but base aim is for 15)
Percentage roll: [roll2]
(Success needed for a bullseye varies)

Throw 2
Concentration check: [roll3]
Base attack: [roll4]
Percentage roll: [roll5]

Throw 3
Concentration check: [roll6]
Base attack: [roll7]
Percentage roll: [roll8]

Throw 4
Concentration check: [roll9]
Base attack: [roll10]
Percentage roll: [roll11]


Throw 5
Concentration check: [roll12]
Base attack: [roll13]
Percentage roll: [roll14]

On Sam's first throw, he completely flubs it and the dart actually sticks in the fan blade. With a chuckle, the attendant manages to remove it before allowing the throwing to continue.

On the 2nd throw, Sam's concentration is vastly improved, and he makes a magnificent throw. It lands squarely in the middle of the target, but not quite in the bullseye!

3rd throw: Sam still manages to concentrate, but it's not as good of a throw. However, he at least hits the target.

4th throw: This time Sam has the timing down almost perfectly, but it must have interfered with his throwing ability; he completely misses the target.

5th throw: One final hasty throw. It gets batted mercilessly away by the giant fan blade.

So... Sam wins a minor and lesser prize! (total of 4 tickets)

Boddynock's Throws:So he has +4 to hit with the darts (counting size again), but then -2 because of the darts. But concentration mod is 3.

Throw 1
Concentration check: [roll15]
Base attack: [roll16]
Percentage roll: [roll17]

Throw 2
Concentration check: [roll18]
Base attack: [roll19]
Percentage roll: [roll20]

Throw 3
Concentration check: [roll21]
Base attack: [roll22]
Percentage roll: [roll23]

Throw 4
Concentration check: [roll24]
Base attack: [roll25]
Percentage roll: [roll26]

Throw 5
Concentration check: [roll27]
Base attack: [roll28]
Percentage roll: [roll29]

On Boddynock's first throw he manages to quickly time his throws while avoiding the blades, but unfortunately his aim is quite a bit off, and the dart hits the back wall with an unceremonious clunk.

On his 2nd throw, well within the rhythm, he manages another clear throw, this time barely sticking the dart to a target.

3rd throw: this time Boddynock nails the target, but unfortunately the dart does not land in the bullseye.

4th throw: He has the timing down again, but unfortunately the throw is off again and he completely misses the target.

5th throw: Boddynock throws his dart at a target, but it abruptly slams into a fan blade on its side.

So Boddynock also wins a minor and lesser prize! (or 4 tickets. Tickets can be pooled together you know. But only for the same types of games.)

The man behind the counter wearing a somewhat plain business shirt and trousers and a handlebar mustache nods quietly at your performances. You think he mutters something about halflings and their damned throwing ability. Then he suddenly perks up. "Well done, gentlemen! Would you like to go for another round or collect your prizes?"

[Lexin]

"Oh. Marvelous. I would never guess that it would go so well! Now I have enough tickets to get more candy! ... Ah, I guess I could take a ball for Ardent as well... He should like it better than stuffed animals..." Says Boddynock cheerfully, although he looks with suspicion at the small stuffed horsey... it didn't look right...
"So, how about you, my friend? Would you like to try again, or do we look for drink and snacks?" he asks Sam with a smile.


Minor price - Bag of Candy
Lesser price - decent-quality 5" ball

[KillingAScarab]

So, you make a nice jump, nearly 3 feet off the ground not even counting if you tried to tuck in your legs. You've seemed to attract a few more people, seeing as a jump like that stands out above the heads of many people. Another copper goes in the tip box.Faldis was quite satisfied with that jump and was beginning to forget the embarrassment he had felt about his current clothing. He was now hoping to attract more people to dance here. What could be better than complete strangers coming to dance together? He began asking people as they passed by or lingered near the tent to join in. "Hello, friend, would you like to dance with me? No? Would you, madam? Would you show me how you dance? It is the prince's birthday, we should be merry for him.

If this situation calls for a diplomacy check...
[roll0]

[WindStruck]

Faldis was quite satisfied with that jump and was beginning to forget the embarrassment he had felt about his current clothing. He was now hoping to attract more people to dance here. What could be better than complete strangers coming to dance together? He began asking people as they passed by or lingered near the tent to join in. "Hello, friend, would you like to dance with me? No? Would you, madam? Would you show me how you dance? It is the prince's birthday, we should be merry for him.

If this situation calls for a diplomacy check...
[roll0]
Now people are just giving you strange looks again... after all, they thought you were part of the performance! And did I mention this music was exceedingly annoying? It's not good for dancing to anyway... well, at least in most respects...

I pray to almighty Garret, please stop this madness and get the dancing fool away from these hooligans! :smallsmile:

[white lancer]

Devlin sighed. This was getting him nowhere--not even the guards could remember seeing the guy with the big honking mandolin strapped across his back come through here. Probably distracted by some more...pleasing sights, he thought as his eyes flitted across a comely lass who was...well-endowed. He wasn't going to waste any more time on this; Devlin resolved to push this incident out of his mind and focus on the party at hand. He knew that this whole thing would bother him in the back of his mind for the rest of the event, but there was nothing he could do about that but try to take his mind off of it via the various entertainments of the party. And what better way to take your mind off of something than by throwing money away? Devlin had turned around and arrived back at the tent with the gambling game, and he wasted no time before throwing some money into the game. He bet three silver pieces on blue--if he was going to take a gamble, may as well go all the way, right?

[Severance28]

"Oh. Marvelous. I would never guess that it would go so well! Now I have enough tickets to get more candy! ... Ah, I guess I could take a ball for Ardent as well... He should like it better than stuffed animals..." Says Boddynock cheerfully, although he looks with suspicion at the small stuffed horsey... it didn't look right...
"So, how about you, my friend? Would you like to try again, or do we look for drink and snacks?" he asks Sam with a smile.


Minor price - Bag of Candy
Lesser price - decent-quality 5" ball


"I'd like to try once more" Sam says, "I was hoping for that fancy reversible cloak." He adds, somewhat sheepishly. "Don't worry though, if I don't make it this next time I will be contented with some candy and a present for my horse." He says with a knowing smile.

Sam puts another 2 silver down on the table: "Just once more!"

[WindStruck]

Devlin sighed. This was getting him nowhere--not even the guards could remember seeing the guy with the big honking mandolin strapped across his back come through here. Probably distracted by some more...pleasing sights, he thought as his eyes flitted across a comely lass who was...well-endowed. He wasn't going to waste any more time on this; Devlin resolved to push this incident out of his mind and focus on the party at hand. He knew that this whole thing would bother him in the back of his mind for the rest of the event, but there was nothing he could do about that but try to take his mind off of it via the various entertainments of the party. And what better way to take your mind off of something than by throwing money away? Devlin had turned around and arrived back at the tent with the gambling game, and he wasted no time before throwing some money into the game. He bet three silver pieces on blue--if he was going to take a gamble, may as well go all the way, right?

Devlin reaches for his money pouch with an odd realization. What should have been a solid object there was nothing. It was gone! His money pouch was gone! Speaking of missing items, he also realizes his signet ring is missing too.

Also on another note: [roll0]
The ball indeed landed on blue...

Eventually, you also spot something under the table of the gambling tent you are at: it is a large white feather. Probably the same one that was on Jones's hat.

[WindStruck]

"I'd like to try once more" Sam says, "I was hoping for that fancy reversible cloak." He adds, somewhat sheepishly. "Don't worry though, if I don't make it this next time I will be contented with some candy and a present for my horse." He says with a knowing smile.

Sam puts another 2 silver down on the table: "Just once more!"

The man at the counter smiles sheepishly, begrudgingly taking your 2 silver pieces... and hoping to still come out profitable from this incident.

Sams throws (again!):
Throw 1
Concentration: [roll0]
Attack Roll: [roll1]
Percentage:[roll2]

Throw 2
Concentration: [roll3]
Attack Roll: [roll4]
Percentage:[roll5]

Throw 3
Concentration: [roll6]
Attack Roll: [roll7]
Percentage:[roll8]

Throw 4
Concentration: [roll9]
Attack Roll: [roll10]
Percentage:[roll11]

Throw 5
Concentration: [roll12]
Attack Roll: [roll13]
Percentage:[roll14]

On Sam's first throw, he almost makes it past the fan blades, but they slam into the dart, making it veer off.

On his 2nd throw, he remembers to pay more attention to the fan blade, but makes a rather piss-poor shot for his skill.

3rd throw: Again, it would have been a good shot, but the damn fan blade got in the way!

4th throw: Ok, THIS time that fan blade will not mess Sam up! With almost zen-like concentration, he watches the targets and tries to time his throw just right... only to be completely disoriented and nearly hit the attendant with his dart.

5th throw: Fan blade hits the dart. AGAIN. :smallmad:

Sadly you win nothing this time.

[Severance28]

The man at the counter smiles sheepishly, begrudgingly taking your 2 silver pieces... and hoping to still come out profitable from this incident.

Sams throws (again!):
Throw 1
Concentration: [roll0]
Attack Roll: [roll1]
Percentage:[roll2]

Throw 2
Concentration: [roll3]
Attack Roll: [roll4]
Percentage:[roll5]

Throw 3
Concentration: [roll6]
Attack Roll: [roll7]
Percentage:[roll8]

Throw 4
Concentration: [roll9]
Attack Roll: [roll10]
Percentage:[roll11]

Throw 5
Concentration: [roll12]
Attack Roll: [roll13]
Percentage:[roll14]

On Sam's first throw, he almost makes it past the fan blades, but they slam into the dart, making it veer off.

On his 2nd throw, he remembers to pay more attention to the fan blade, but makes a rather piss-poor shot for his skill.

3rd throw: Again, it would have been a good shot, but the damn fan blade got in the way!

4th throw: Ok, THIS time that fan blade will not mess Sam up! With almost zen-like concentration, he watches the targets and tries to time his throw just right... only to be completely disoriented and nearly hit the attendant with his dart.

5th throw: Fan blade hits the dart. AGAIN. :smallmad:

Sadly you win nothing this time.

Grumbling slightly under his breath, Sam angrily slams down another two silver pieces- he was not happy with failure!!
"give me another run!" he says, his determination mounting.

[WindStruck]

Grumbling slightly under his breath, Sam angrily slams down another two silver pieces- he was not happy with failure!!
"give me another run!" he says, his determination mounting.
The man is a bit startled at Sam's slamming, but then again, he was just a halfling and not intimidating at all. He takes the money and hands Sam another 5 darts.

Throw 1
Concentration: [roll0]
Attack roll: [roll1]
Percentage: [roll2]

Throw 2
Concentration: [roll3]
Attack roll: [roll4]
Percentage: [roll5]

Throw 3
Concentration: [roll6]
Attack roll: [roll7]
Percentage: [roll8]

Throw 4
Concentration: [roll9]
Attack roll: [roll10]
Percentage: [roll11]

Throw 5
Concentration: [roll12]
Attack roll: [roll13]
Percentage: [roll14]

1st throw: Sam throws the dart, easily evading the giant fan blade, and it barely sticks in the outside of the target.

2nd throw: This time Sam throws another dart. It doesn't hit the fan blade but it still managed to distract Sam (-3 to attack roll). Even still... BULLSEYE!

3rd throw: With a steely gaze, Sam readies and throws again. He nails the center of the target, a perfect a shot as it could ever be! Another BULLSEYE!

4th throw: This time his confidence must have gotten the better of him; Sam throws again, but the dart clatters against the fan.

5th throw: A complete botch-up. The attendant has to stop the game to pry another dart out of the fan blades.

Wow! This time Sam won 2 normal prizes and a minor prize! In total he now can have up to 2 normal, 1 lesser, and 2 minor (for a total of 25 tickets). Normal prizes cost 10, lesser 3, minor 1.

The man at the tent congratulates you with a rather flabbergasted look on his face.

[Severance28]

The man is a bit startled at Sam's slamming, but then again, he was just a halfling and not intimidating at all. He takes the money and hands Sam another 5 darts.

Throw 1
Concentration: [roll0]
Attack roll: [roll1]
Percentage: [roll2]

Throw 2
Concentration: [roll3]
Attack roll: [roll4]
Percentage: [roll5]

Throw 3
Concentration: [roll6]
Attack roll: [roll7]
Percentage: [roll8]

Throw 4
Concentration: [roll9]
Attack roll: [roll10]
Percentage: [roll11]

Throw 5
Concentration: [roll12]
Attack roll: [roll13]
Percentage: [roll14]

1st throw: Sam throws the dart, easily evading the giant fan blade, and it barely sticks in the outside of the target.

2nd throw: This time Sam throws another dart. It doesn't hit the fan blade but it still managed to distract Sam (-3 to attack roll). Even still... BULLSEYE!

3rd throw: With a steely gaze, Sam readies and throws again. He nails the center of the target, a perfect a shot as it could ever be! Another BULLSEYE!

4th throw: This time his confidence must have gotten the better of him; Sam throws again, but the dart clatters against the fan.

5th throw: A complete botch-up. The attendant has to stop the game to pry another dart out of the fan blades.

Wow! This time Sam won 2 normal prizes and a minor prize! In total he now can have up to 2 normal, 1 lesser, and 2 minor (for a total of 25 tickets). Normal prizes cost 10, lesser 3, minor 1.

The man at the tent congratulates you with a rather flabbergasted look on his face.

Sam grins, genuinely happy at his success. I'd like the reversible cloak, a deck of playing cards, and that 5" ball, please" Sam says, handing the disgruntled man 13 tickets. Turning while still grinning to Boddynock, Sam says: "Would you like anything? I still have 11 tickets left! Feel free to use them all! I got what I wanted already." He says, proffering the tickets.

[TaiLiu]

The king appears to be average in terms of height and weight. He has neatly-trimmed hair and beard of a brown color, piercing hazel eyes, and a slightly hooked nose. He is dressed quite magnificently himself, but if you think about it, a courtier's outfit would probably describe it, though he wears a long, flowing mantle of fine furs, fastened by a golden, gem-studded brooch, and the crown... it is not one of those bulbous ones with a fancy top, but rather just a circular, golden band. Six points jut out from its top, equidistant of each other, resembling something like leaves or tips of a fence bar or something, and on the band, between each tip, is a sapphire, ruby, or emerald, alternating.

Anyway, the king glares at Lori with arms crossed. "So, you fancy yourself a prophet of sorts? Speak your news quickly then. But I warn you if you make another outburst, I shall have you thrown out."
The King was willing to listen! This would be great if I actually knew what to say to him. Io made it clear that this party would be an event where I would Balance things. He did not state what I needed to do. I stalled a bit and glanced around, then leaned into the King's ear. A few seconds went by before I whispered.

"Crown the Prince - now."

[WindStruck]

The King was willing to listen! This would be great if I actually knew what to say to him. Io made it clear that this party would be an event where I would Balance things. He did not state what I needed to do. I stalled a bit and glanced around, then leaned into the King's ear. A few seconds went by before I whispered.

"Crown the Prince - now."
The king seems utterly stunned at first. He stares at Lori blankly almost for a full 10 seconds. The body guards begin to glance between Lori and the king, thinking some spell must have been placed on him and were about to take some sort of action. Then his face contorts suddenly into a maniacal grin. He begins laughing, starting with a quiet wheezing of sorts, then on his next breath it erupts into full-out laughter.

He heartily pats Lori on one shoulder and quietly responds back to her (though others nearby could probably still hear it), "In good time, my lady, in good time..." Then still catching is breath, but not having dispelled his laughter completely he exclaims, "So!" turning about to face his son. "You happen to think James is ready take up the monarchy do you?" Odd, he doesn't seem to be mocking you or joking...

(would you like a sense motive?) :smallconfused:

The prince, who had pushed himself into view again, looks sheepishly at the two of you.

[Lexin]

Sam grins, genuinely happy at his success. I'd like the reversible cloak, a deck of playing cards, and that 5" ball, please" Sam says, handing the disgruntled man 13 tickets. Turning while still grinning to Boddynock, Sam says: "Would you like anything? I still have 11 tickets left! Feel free to use them all! I got what I wanted already." He says, proffering the tickets.

"Amazing! You are really good at this! ... and no thank, you but I think I have everything I want right now...
Or, if you really don't have any idea what to take, I might want a little tobacco... although I would need to buy a pipe as well... Master Kaan didn't like his students smoking, so he broke my last pipe in two..." He sounds a little embarrassed at the last part.

[Severance28]

"Amazing! You are really good at this! ... and no thank, you but I think I have everything I want right now...
Or, if you really don't have any idea what to take, I might want a little tobacco... although I would need to buy a pipe as well... Master Kaan didn't like his students smoking, so he broke my last pipe in two..." He sounds a little embarrassed at the last part.

Well if his master doesn't want him to I shouldn't be enabling... Nonsense! tonight is a night for enjoyment! Sam gives Boddynock a child-like grin and turns back to the man behind the counter: "Get some tobacco for my friend here!" Sam says cheerfully. And then: "hmm, and as for myself, I think I shall take that small bag of marbles.... oh and those dice!.... and.... oh! a domino set. And I suppose that inkpen too" Sam says, choosing items seemingly at random. He hands the man his remaining 11 tickets.
Assuming Sam receives the prizes without incident, he will give the tobacco to Boddynock, and stick the rest in his backpack, with the exception of the cloak, which he will put on.
"Now, my friend," He says, turning back to Boddynock, "I have been running us around since we met. Why don't you take the lead?" Sam asks, with that child-like grin still on his face.

[Lexin]

"Now, my friend," He says, turning back to Boddynock, "I have been running us around since we met. Why don't you take the lead?" Sam asks, with that child-like grin still on his face.

Boddynock smiles when Sam gives him the tobacco bag "Thank you very much!" he says, looks at the bag with a little hungry look at his face, but his strong will won and he hid it in his backpack for now.
"Take the lead? ...Why not, I suppose... Where to go... where to go... I guess we could just walk around a little to see what's in other tents... I saw only the ones near the archery range till now." He says and starts walking to the nearest tent "I wonder how many more attractions are ther..." He abruptly stops, both talking and walking as he sees the next tent. "...That's a lot of candy..." he says and walks closer to see what's there to buy, pure joy on his face.

[Derp]

Derank is memorized by the dancers. So graceful! So beautiful! Never before has a seen people of such skill. Dancing back home mainly consists of an expression of carnal desires in a bit more... vulgar way. Far more noise.

He approaches the couple when they finish dancing and asks "You'll have to excuse me, but your dancing is wonderful. Any chance I could get a lesson?"

[Zombulian]

To his first response, she smiles and agrees, "Yes, another time. Perhaps later this evening?" She thinks he is about to go but he adds one more inquiry, to which she answers, "I believe he's actually in the ball room conversing with many people. Well, that was the plan, last I heard..."


"Outstanding. My thanks to you my lady. With that I will leave you to do your job." He strolls past her, and into the palace area. Okay, now what.

[Keltaris]

The Prophet sure took her time to answer the King, probably weighting he next words, knowing that saying something wrong would have her kicked out of the palace or worse.

Kaad, on the edge of his imaginary seat, turns his glance in their direction, sees her lips move but fails to hear what she's saying.

Her words are followed by a silence from the King, apparently stunned.

"I lost the best part... just my luck."

Then the tension is broken by the King's laugh.

"She suggested a succession? What's her game?"

[WindStruck]

Well if his master doesn't want him to I shouldn't be enabling... Nonsense! tonight is a night for enjoyment! Sam gives Boddynock a child-like grin and turns back to the man behind the counter: "Get some tobacco for my friend here!" Sam says cheerfully. And then: "hmm, and as for myself, I think I shall take that small bag of marbles.... oh and those dice!.... and.... oh! a domino set. And I suppose that inkpen too" Sam says, choosing items seemingly at random. He hands the man his remaining 11 tickets.
Assuming Sam receives the prizes without incident, he will give the tobacco to Boddynock, and stick the rest in his backpack, with the exception of the cloak, which he will put on.
"Now, my friend," He says, turning back to Boddynock, "I have been running us around since we met. Why don't you take the lead?" Sam asks, with that child-like grin still on his face.The man counts out the tickets and then pauses, recounting them again. Seems legit. He takes his time gathering all the stuff you asked for from the various shelves and little pins some items hang from, then hands them all to you. He seems a bit relieved that you are leaving, finally.

BTW, which color would you like to wear on the outside (back) for your cloak? The red or the black? Probably not important, but could be! ... just wondering though.


Boddynock smiles when Sam gives him the tobacco bag "Thank you very much!" he says, looks at the bag with a little hungry look at his face, but his strong will won and he hid it in his backpack for now.
"Take the lead? ...Why not, I suppose... Where to go... where to go... I guess we could just walk around a little to see what's in other tents... I saw only the ones near the archery range till now." He says and starts walking to the nearest tent "I wonder how many more attractions are ther..." He abruptly stops, both talking and walking as he sees the next tent. "...That's a lot of candy..." he says and walks closer to see what's there to buy, pure joy on his face.
A stout dwarven woman greets you with the warmest, most sincere smile. The fact that your eyes light up upon seeing the tent full of candy makes a sort of positive feedback effect, and she looks even more endearing at you. Alongside her is another male dwarf with a somewhat short, trimmed beard... presumably her husband. He nods kindly towards you as well.

If you are interested in buying some other sort of candy just ask for it. They will probably have what you are looking for.


Derank is memorized by the dancers. So graceful! So beautiful! Never before has a seen people of such skill. Dancing back home mainly consists of an expression of carnal desires in a bit more... vulgar way. Far more noise.

He approaches the couple when they finish dancing and asks "You'll have to excuse me, but your dancing is wonderful. Any chance I could get a lesson?"

The couple laughs softly. You didn't notice before, but they are elves! Or maybe one is half-elf? You find it kind of hard to tell...

The gentleman, humored by your complements, stands up to leave his other and says to you, "Why certainly, my boorish friend." He takes a pose, gesturing you to stand before him and mimic it.

[Quxelopqr]

Knowing he didn't have too much time to look, Garret left the tent. How hard could it be to find her? It's not like there's a zillion people here and I have no idea where to look. Oh wait...

Then it hit him. The music. Even if he never found her, he could still end that horrible excuse for a tune. A wicked grin on his face and a weasel hiding in his pocket, Garret started walking over to the tent.

[Severance28]

The man counts out the tickets and then pauses, recounting them again. Seems legit. He takes his time gathering all the stuff you asked for from the various shelves and little pins some items hang from, then hands them all to you. He seems a bit relieved that you are leaving, finally.

BTW, which color would you like to wear on the outside (back) for your cloak? The red or the black? Probably not important, but could be! ... just wondering though.


A stout dwarven woman greets you with the warmest, most sincere smile. The fact that your eyes light up upon seeing the tent full of candy makes a sort of positive feedback effect, and she looks even more endearing at you. Alongside her is another male dwarf with a somewhat short, trimmed beard... presumably her husband. He nods kindly towards you as well.

If you are interested in buying some other sort of candy just ask for it. They will probably have what you are looking for.


Sam follows the gnome after gathering up all his new possessions. He smiles cheerfully at the two dwarves, and begins browsing the selections. Looking around, nothing particularly catches his eye, although he had just eaten right before he left for the party, so that could be why... It all looked just as good as the next...

I think Sam will wear his cloak red side out for now; it seems more festive and more in the spirit of the party. Perhaps will switch to black later - the joys of it being reversible!

[TaiLiu]

The king seems utterly stunned at first. He stares at Lori blankly almost for a full 10 seconds. The body guards begin to glance between Lori and the king, thinking some spell must have been placed on him and were about to take some sort of action. Then his face contorts suddenly into a maniacal grin. He begins laughing, starting with a quiet wheezing of sorts, then on his next breath it erupts into full-out laughter.

He heartily pats Lori on one shoulder and quietly responds back to her (though others nearby could probably still hear it), "In good time, my lady, in good time..." Then still catching is breath, but not having dispelled his laughter completely he exclaims, "So!" turning about to face his son. "You happen to think James is ready take up the monarchy do you?" Odd, he doesn't seem to be mocking you or joking...

(would you like a sense motive?) :smallconfused:

The prince, who had pushed himself into view again, looks sheepishly at the two of you.
His response was not what I hoped it would be. Perhaps this was not the path Io wanted me to take. I decided to try a different tactic - one more subtle.

"Bluntly, no. His youthful energy and radical thinking are not match for years or experience. Ideally, the best person to rule" - here I bit into my carrot - "would be someone who has both years of experience and a fresh, open mind. This is very unlikely, so the next best option would be" - I bit my carrot again - "a fresh, open minded ruler who has an advisor with years of experience. It combines strengths and reduces weaknesses."

I bit into my carrot once again. "That is what I happen to think."

[Zombulian]

As Manolo crosses the gate threshold, he is immediately overtaken by sensory overload. The sights, the smells, the sounds, all of it so powerful and so foreign and exotic. He quickly shakes his head Business first. You can enjoy this once you finish what you came here to do. He furrows his brow and enters the king's court.

Alright, so he still doesn't actually have a plan. I'm hoping to get some inspiration in whatever is happening in the Ball Room as he enters it.

[WindStruck]

His response was not what I hoped it would be. Perhaps this was not the path Io wanted me to take. I decided to try a different tactic - one more subtle.

"Bluntly, no. His youthful energy and radical thinking are not match for years or experience. Ideally, the best person to rule" - here I bit into my carrot - "would be someone who has both years of experience and a fresh, open mind. This is very unlikely, so the next best option would be" - I bit my carrot again - "a fresh, open minded ruler who has an advisor with years of experience. It combines strengths and reduces weaknesses."

I bit into my carrot once again. "That is what I happen to think."
The king's expression sours as Lori prattles on, rudely munching on her carrot at the same time. After at least allowing her to finish, he replies, "Hmph. You call him a radical thinker, but you don't even know him!" He continues earnestly. "Surely you aren't suggesting passing the crown to someone not in the royal family. Just a moment ago, you suggested the prince here." He stops for a brief moment to gesture back at his son and then continues quite condescendingly, "But if he is not fit to rule in your eyes, oh wise prophet, then pray tell who shall be his esteemed adviser to lead him from folly?" He eyes you as if he already knew the answer you were thinking of...

[Sneaky Weasel]

Something was up with this guy; she knew it. Maybe he was just really drunk, but she didn't smell any alcohol on him. Or maybe it was some other type of drug? Maybe he was just a loon? Or maybe... he must be some sort of alien from an alternate dimension in disguise as a human... nah, that's a stupid idea. Occam's razor. Still, he needed to be watched...

"Well... everything appears to be in order," she says, handing the invitation back with a faked smile. "Make sure you hold on to this to get into the palace, and have a good evening." A bit after Vix continues his merry way onward, she gets the attention of a guard, gestures to her eyes and points at Vix. He begins to trail a ways behind Vix, keeping an eye on him.

"Excellent! And a good evening to you." Vix bows elegantly, and then strides off into the crowd, completely unaware of the guard following him.

So many sights, and smells, and sounds! His pace slows as he tries to cope with this overload of the senses. People of all races pushing around him, going on their various ways, seemingly oblivious to the pounding of their own heartbeats and the stench of their sweat. Vix was lost in a sea of humanity who's only driving desire was to have...fun. Fun wasn't a concept the slender man was familiar with, but he wanted to be. And this party...was amazing! And fun! Rubbing his hands together, Vix surveyed the possibilities. So much to do, so little time. Now, where to begin?

As the Slender Man strides into the crowd, he pauses and turns his head to one side. A very familiar smell is wafting through this place, one that reminded him strangely of home. Or at least, some of the inhabitant of his home. Turning sharply, he makes a beeline for a large orange tent, within which people seem to be handing out food. The smell seems to originate from the food, which, of course, suggests that the logical next course of action would be-

"Hello person! Will you give me one of these food things? Also, what are they called?" The merchants may find a tall man in black looming over them and grinning.

In case it wasn't obvious, he has entered the tent selling seafood shish kabobs, which of course remind him of dear old Uncle Cthulhu and his Spawn. Really brings back the memories, that does. *sniff*

[Lexin]

A stout dwarven woman greets you with the warmest, most sincere smile. The fact that your eyes light up upon seeing the tent full of candy makes a sort of positive feedback effect, and she looks even more endearing at you. Alongside her is another male dwarf with a somewhat short, trimmed beard... presumably her husband. He nods kindly towards you as well.

If you are interested in buying some other sort of candy just ask for it. They will probably have what you are looking for.


Boddynock looks amazed at the selection, rising his eyes only for a short moment, to greet the dwarves. 'Maybe I could take a little of everything...?' he thinks, but then his brain replaces stomach in the decision making process... 'If I ate all of this Ardent wouldn't lift me from the ground...'
He saddens a little, but then stares at the candy selection with doubled concentration. He had to choose!
After a while:
"I will take this, a bag of these, two of these and a pound of these and one of these... and a small pouch of these if you have mint ones..." he says pointing at various snacks.

candied apple
bag of chocolate and vanilla cookies
two fried bannanas
pound of cherries in dark chocolate
pound of coffee beans in chocolate
a small pouch of peppermints

[WindStruck]

"Excellent! And a good evening to you." Vix bows elegantly, and then strides off into the crowd, completely unaware of the guard following him.

So many sights, and smells, and sounds! His pace slows as he tries to cope with this overload of the senses. People of all races pushing around him, going on their various ways, seemingly oblivious to the pounding of their own heartbeats and the stench of their sweat. Vix was lost in a sea of humanity who's only driving desire was to have...fun. Fun wasn't a concept the slender man was familiar with, but he wanted to be. And this party...was amazing! And fun! Rubbing his hands together, Vix surveyed the possibilities. So much to do, so little time. Now, where to begin?

As the Slender Man strides into the crowd, he pauses and turns his head to one side. A very familiar smell is wafting through this place, one that reminded him strangely of home. Or at least, some of the inhabitant of his home. Turning sharply, he makes a beeline for a large orange tent, within which people seem to be handing out food. The smell seems to originate from the food, which, of course, suggests that the logical next course of action would be-

"Hello person! Will you give me one of these food things? Also, what are they called?" The merchants may find a tall man in black looming over them and grinning.

In case it wasn't obvious, he has entered the tent selling seafood shish kabobs, which of course remind him of dear old Uncle Cthulhu and his Spawn. Really brings back the memories, that does. *sniff*
A human woman and a halfling woman look up at Vix curiously. The halfling speaks up first: "Ain't from around here are ya? Well this here is Amsiroqui," she says, pointing to a thin wooden stick with an assortment of mussel meat, shrimp meat, and tender fish meat (unknown atm). "And this here is thepoqui," she adds, pointing to a similar looking thing on a stick, but it all appears to be some sorts of fish meats, though with a lot more noticeable skin left on them.

The human woman also has something to say. "We also got gumbo or could make a whole meal plate, if'n you like. Tradish'nally it's called 'uldessen', which is like what you see there but comes with rice and a secret sauce." She says that with a giggle and winks to her smaller partner, who smiles back.


Boddynock looks amazed at the selection, rising his eyes only for a short moment, to greet the dwarves. 'Maybe I could take a little of everything...?' he thinks, but then his brain replaces stomach in the decision making process... 'If I ate all of this Ardent wouldn't lift me from the ground...'
He saddens a little, but then stares at the candy selection with doubled concentration. He had to choose!
After a while:
"I will take this, a bag of these, two of these and a pound of these and one of these... and a small pouch of these if you have mint ones..." he says pointing at various snacks.

The dwarven woman smiles delightfully at your selection and totals it all up:
1 cp - 1 candied apple
2 cp - bag of chocolate and vanilla cookies
2 cp - two fried bannanas
7 cp - pound of cherries in dark chocolate
8 cp - pound of coffee beans in chocolate
5 cp - a small pouch of peppermints

25 cp or 2 sp & 5 cp

Seem about right? I saw that chocolate was supposed to be like 10 gp per pound and was like WHAT?! No, more like 2-5 sp or something...
Seeing as you've made such a nice big purchase, they also throw in some ways for you to help carry it with a square of cheap cheesecloth and something to tie it with for each of the pounds of stuff.

Speaking of which, I am wondering how exactly you are supposed to carry stuff around like that without getting it everywhere. Afraid there's no plastic... got any better ideas?

[Derp]

The couple laughs softly. You didn't notice before, but they are elves! Or maybe one is half-elf? You find it kind of hard to tell...

The gentleman, humored by your complements, stands up to leave his other and says to you, "Why certainly, my boorish friend." He takes a pose, gesturing you to stand before him and mimic it.

Derank smiles broadly, and begins to attempt to dance...

Dex check? Perform (dance) check? Whichever you find appropriate

[WindStruck]

Derank smiles broadly, and begins to attempt to dance...

Dex check? Perform (dance) check? Whichever you find appropriate

Oddly enough, I think DEX will be appropriate as you simply try to mimic movements.. for now. Later if you actually know them and try to do it at a normal pace, should be perform, I guess...

[roll0]

Wait, actually it's just a chain shirt? With a ton of hides on it? Ok...
Derank is clumsily able to follow the gentleman's movements. First with the left foot spread out behind the right foot, the right hand meets his right hand. Then after a bit of struggle, you realize you are supposed to walk past each other and abruptly turn around, holding an identical pose. You do it again, and this time he tries to get you to lift your arm as you spin around while doing it, though due to your hide armor, you find it difficult to even fit your head under your arm while twisting! :smalltongue:

[TaiLiu]

The king's expression sours as Lori prattles on, rudely munching on her carrot at the same time. After at least allowing her to finish, he replies, "Hmph. You call him a radical thinker, but you don't even know him!" He continues earnestly. "Surely you aren't suggesting passing the crown to someone not in the royal family. Just a moment ago, you suggested the prince here." He stops for a brief moment to gesture back at his son and then continues quite condescendingly, "But if he is not fit to rule in your eyes, oh wise prophet, then pray tell who shall be his esteemed adviser to lead him from folly?" He eyes you as if he already knew the answer you were thinking of...
The king misinterpreted what I said again; he assumed incorrectly once more. I shook my head and bit into my carrot.

"You misunderstand, King," I said, "I was suggesting that you past the crown onto your son" - I tossed the rest of the carrot into my mouth - "and promote yourself to an advisory position. Currently, he alone is not fit; together, you can be assured that your kingdom will prosper."

[KillingAScarab]

Now people are just giving you strange looks again... after all, they thought you were part of the performance! And did I mention this music was exceedingly annoying? It's not good for dancing to anyway... well, at least in most respects...

I pray to almighty Garret, please stop this madness and get the dancing fool away from these hooligans! :smallsmile:

I will try to move this into a direction where Garret could still associate Faldis with the players, should that prove entertaining/cathartic.

Faldis was puzzled. No one is stopping to dance? Is it my clothes which stop them? How shall I dance for the prince and the king if it is so? He was still ignorant of the preferences of the Bestrathi in clothing and music. His steps slowed down both from focusing on passersby and renewed doubt, and this lack of movement was beginning to bore Phim. It didn't help that Faldis had moved a bit closer to the crowds of people, which the soulspark took an interest in again. Tied as it was to Faldis, it couldn't quite inspect them as it would like. It decided that should change.

The amorphous mote of blue came closer to Faldis, bobbing along as if it were still "dancing," but as it turned around the brightly garbed human's back, it bobbed lower and pushed against the back of his leg. Whether or not it had the "weight" to do so much, Phim still managed to at least startle Faldis into moving out into the crowd (and into the path of one of the passersby).

No idea what a tiny creature such as this can do to a larger one, other than move into the space they occupy. Maybe Faldis is ticklish?

I'll leave it up to others to decide which NPC or PC he just bumped into.

[WindStruck]

The king misinterpreted what I said again; he assumed incorrectly once more. I shook my head and bit into my carrot.

"You misunderstand, King," I said, "I was suggesting that you past the crown onto your son" - I tossed the rest of the carrot into my mouth - "and promote yourself to an advisory position. Currently, he alone is not fit; together, you can be assured that your kingdom will prosper."

The king nods with satisfaction. "Hmm... so perhaps you are not the charlatan I first took you for after all..." :smallamused: A smile creeps back on his face again. "Though I do wonder what brings you here, madam. You've come all this way just to speak with me and say the prince should be crowned? What would come over one to say something so brazenly to a king?"


I will try to move this into a direction where Garret could still associate Faldis with the players, should that prove entertaining/cathartic.

Faldis was puzzled. No one is stopping to dance? Is it my clothes which stop them? How shall I dance for the prince and the king if it is so? He was still ignorant of the preferences of the Bestrathi in clothing and music. His steps slowed down both from focusing on passersby and renewed doubt, and this lack of movement was beginning to bore Phim. It didn't help that Faldis had moved a bit closer to the crowds of people, which the soulspark took an interest in again. Tied as it was to Faldis, it couldn't quite inspect them as it would like. It decided that should change.

The amorphous mote of blue came closer to Faldis, bobbing along as if it were still "dancing," but as it turned around the brightly garbed human's back, it bobbed lower and pushed against the back of his leg. Whether or not it had the "weight" to do so much, Phim still managed to at least startle Faldis into moving out into the crowd (and into the path of one of the passersby).

No idea what a tiny creature such as this can do to a larger one, other than move into the space they occupy. Maybe Faldis is ticklish?

I'll leave it up to others to decide which NPC or PC he just bumped into.

Ok, I will wait a while to see if anyone decides they'll "bump" into you.

[Lexin]

Boddynock packs all the sweets with a wide smile on his face leaving only the bananas outside. "Here. Have one." he says to Sam, as he hands him one of the snacks. He eats his own and trying not to stain his doublet and enjoying the taste.
He walks around some more, but it seems he already saw most of the attractions already... he stops for a second and checks what time is it... it would be bad if they were late for the archery competition...

What time is it? And how much till the competition? :smalltongue:

[Derp]

Oddly enough, I think DEX will be appropriate as you simply try to mimic movements.. for now. Later if you actually know them and try to do it at a normal pace, should be perform, I guess...

[roll0]

Wait, actually it's just a chain shirt? With a ton of hides on it? Ok...
Derank is clumsily able to follow the gentleman's movements. First with the left foot spread out behind the right foot, the right hand meets his right hand. Then after a bit of struggle, you realize you are supposed to walk past each other and abruptly turn around, holding an identical pose. You do it again, and this time he tries to get you to lift your arm as you spin around while doing it, though due to your hide armor, you find it difficult to even fit your head under your arm while twisting! :smalltongue:

Derank breaks away from the elf (half-elf? He can never tell with the mixing of the races). At first the dancer thinks he may have offended the giant man.. Until he hears him laughing!

"Haha! A wonderful time! Let us keep at it!" Derank says

More dex checks when you are ready. He also would be keeping track of the time

[Severance28]

Boddynock packs all the sweets with a wide smile on his face leaving only the bananas outside. "Here. Have one." he says to Sam, as he hands him one of the snacks. He eats his own and trying not to stain his doublet and enjoying the taste.
He walks around some more, but it seems he already saw most of the attractions already... he stops for a second and checks what time is it... it would be bad if they were late for the archery competition...

What time is it? And how much till the competition? :smalltongue:

Sam smiles and accepts the gift, munching into it happily. He looked at the gnome wandering the candy shop, and realized he still didn't know much about him aside from his name.
"Where are you from, Boddynock?" Sam asks curiously.

[Lexin]

Sam smiles and accepts the gift, munching into it happily. He looked at the gnome wandering the candy shop, and realized he still didn't know much about him aside from his name.
"Where are you from, Boddynock?" Sam asks curiously.

Boddynock stops looking at the sweets for a short while and answers in a serious, even formal tone "Uthros, a small village Allairra. Although I spent most of my life in one of Order of Heimdal's monasteries, learning the ways of the holy warriors." ... and back to his normal tone "Maybe not something that my father, blacksmith, intended for me... but I always wanted to be a knight" there is a short pause before he says the last word, like if he wanted to say something else. (like 'hero'...)

[WindStruck]

Boddynock packs all the sweets with a wide smile on his face leaving only the bananas outside. "Here. Have one." he says to Sam, as he hands him one of the snacks. He eats his own and trying not to stain his doublet and enjoying the taste.
He walks around some more, but it seems he already saw most of the attractions already... he stops for a second and checks what time is it... it would be bad if they were late for the archery competition...

What time is it? And how much till the competition? :smalltongue:

If it was about 6:15 when you were at the archery tent, it's only about 6:35 now... Remember it will start at 9. You could also go inside the palace and try to meet some people, eat something, or dance. Or if you think you are all done till then, you could just 'wait' until the competition. Though I would imagine people could still interact with you...


Derank breaks away from the elf (half-elf? He can never tell with the mixing of the races). At first the dancer thinks he may have offended the giant man.. Until he hears him laughing!

"Haha! A wonderful time! Let us keep at it!" Derank says

More dex checks when you are ready. He also would be keeping track of the time

Dex: [roll0]
Also it's about 6:25 for you currently. Though this dance hasn't been completed.

The elf smiles with a nod, and motions for his wife to come. He has a particular pose, such that his right arm is extended towards her. His right foot also sticks out straight, and it appears most of his weight is on his left leg, which is bent. As his wife comes, he wraps his right arm around her, catching her with his left arm, then he pivots 360 degrees on his left foot... in the end, she is bent backwards, resting on his left arm, and now the right foot and leg are sticking out the opposite direction.

Then he says, "Now you try!" You try to copy the pose he started with, and the woman rushes at you. Miraculously, you pull it off! Though you hope you didn't just pull something in your leg.

[Quxelopqr]

Garret wanders near the irritating music tent, but as soon as he sees the dancing he decides it is likely best to avoid that for now. I don't even want to know what that is.

He asks a few of the passersby if they have seen a gnome girl in a bright green jacket lately.

Gather information I guess: [roll0]

[Derp]

Plenty of time!

Derank stretches his leg, but is determined to keep learning. He has plenty of time to the archery competition, and could even visit the palace before hand if he danced for another hour!

That's what he is going to be doing, learning to dance for an hour or so, and then off to the palace.

[Severance28]

Boddynock stops looking at the sweets for a short while and answers in a serious, even formal tone "Uthros, a small village Allairra. Although I spent most of my life in one of Order of Heimdal's monasteries, learning the ways of the holy warriors." ... and back to his normal tone "Maybe not something that my father, blacksmith, intended for me... but I always wanted to be a knight" there is a short pause before he says the last word, like if he wanted to say something else. (like 'hero'...)

"really?" Sam asks, smiling slightly. "In theory I've always wanted to be a knight as well, although I am not very suited for the actuality it. I find I much prefer bows and tactics to swords, heavy armor and brute force. It makes it hard to continue my training... I am thinking that perhaps I really am not cut out to be a knight, and should give up the whole silly idea." Sam finishes with somewhat of a twisted smile on his face: it was clear the idea pained him, but it had grown to become a part of him so much that the pain of the idea was dulled to a constant ache.
"but really," he continues "I have to keep trying, at least for my family. I am not sure where they are right now, but they could really use some support... Especially now..." he said that last bit more quietly, almost to himself. The halfling stopped talking, and seemed lost in thought.

[Keltaris]

The King's question had been roaming in his mind since he'd started eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Yeah, what brings you here, in front of the King, talking about this succession with this much conviction? What drives you lady?"

Now he couldn't avoid looking in their direction, his curiosity having the better of him.

[WindStruck]

Garret wanders near the irritating music tent, but as soon as he sees the dancing he decides it is likely best to avoid that for now. I don't even want to know what that is.

He asks a few of the passersby if they have seen a gnome girl in a bright green jacket lately.

Gather information I guess: [roll0]

Then as the people are bustling by, you think you see the small figure you speak of coming from the palace entrance.

"Garret! What in Telluria are you doing all the way out here? Remember the last time you left the people hanging and we lost nearly the entire audience? And when Vartag found out he blew his lid!" She taunts you mercilessly bringing up... that incident. Oh, she also seems to have numerous things in her possession!

(text is pale green for maximum annoyance)


Plenty of time!

Derank stretches his leg, but is determined to keep learning. He has plenty of time to the archery competition, and could even visit the palace before hand if he danced for another hour!

That's what he is going to be doing, learning to dance for an hour or so, and then off to the palace.

Ok, well you'll have fun. I think after about half an hour the couple will want to do something else though... but hopefully you'll know a dance or two appropriate for the ballroom inside. :smallsmile:

[TaiLiu]

The king nods with satisfaction. "Hmm... so perhaps you are not the charlatan I first took you for after all..." :smallamused: A smile creeps back on his face again. "Though I do wonder what brings you here, madam. You've come all this way just to speak with me and say the prince should be crowned? What would come over one to say something so brazenly to a king?"

The Balance, of course. The Balance needs to be maintained, and the King did not see this. Did he not know the consequences? I had just told them to his son!

"The Prince ought to know. I had warned - and shocked - him first. Why don't you ask him?"

[Zombulian]

The Balance, of course. The Balance needs to be maintained, and the King did not see this. Did he not know the consequences? I had just told them to his son!

"The Prince ought to know. I had warned - and shocked - him first. Why don't you ask him?"

As he entered the ballroom, Manolo became immediately aware of the tension in the air. Something important is happening. Is that the king? Who's the other one?
He catches the eye of a curious looking Half-Orc. Someone who looked as out-of-place as Manolo felt. He walked over to him, "Hello friend. Are you as confused as I am?"

[WindStruck]

The Balance, of course. The Balance needs to be maintained, and the King did not see this. Did he not know the consequences? I had just told them to his son!

"The Prince ought to know. I had warned - and shocked - him first. Why don't you ask him?"

The king turns to the prince who looks somewhat bewildered. He stammers, "I - I don't know what she's talking about. She, she was just saying something about that balance and empires falling, and then, well... I suppose you heard the rest. About how something bad would happen if I did nothing, but she never said what that was, and I don't think that answered your question..."

The king turns back to Lori quite flustered. "Confound it, woman! All I ask is a simple question. It is not about what your message is, but the forces behind it. So I ask again: What. Brought. You. Here?" He slowly, deliberately words out the question, his patience seemingly on its last ropes.

[Lexin]

"really?" Sam asks, smiling slightly. "In theory I've always wanted to be a knight as well, although I am not very suited for the actuality it. I find I much prefer bows and tactics to swords, heavy armor and brute force. It makes it hard to continue my training... I am thinking that perhaps I really am not cut out to be a knight, and should give up the whole silly idea." Sam finishes with somewhat of a twisted smile on his face: it was clear the idea pained him, but it had grown to become a part of him so much that the pain of the idea was dulled to a constant ache.
"but really," he continues "I have to keep trying, at least for my family. I am not sure where they are right now, but they could really use some support... Especially now..." he said that last bit more quietly, almost to himself. The halfling stopped talking, and seemed lost in thought.

"You can't give up that easily... Being a knight is not about swinging heavy weapons and wearing heavy armors... It is only one of the paths, my master always said that what makes a true knight is what they have here... he points at his head ...and, even more importantly, here... he points at his heart Knights also need a way to protect others and their own beliefs... but the way is yours to choose, be it sword, bow or leadership skills." he blushes a little after saying that. "At least that's what master Kaan always says..."
"And what is it about your family? I am sure they are supporting you in their own way... even if not directly." he adds with a wide smile.

[Derp]

Derank bids the couple goodbye, and wanders into the palace. He gazes upon the scene and...

Do you want to roll his curiosity check to see what he checks out first? its 10 + 1/2 level will, but can vary if something is extra cool looking

[TaiLiu]

The king turns to the prince who looks somewhat bewildered. He stammers, "I - I don't know what she's talking about. She, she was just saying something about that balance and empires falling, and then, well... I suppose you heard the rest. About how something bad would happen if I did nothing, but she never said what that was, and I don't think that answered your question..."

The king turns back to Lori quite flustered. "Confound it, woman! All I ask is a simple question. It is not about what your message is, but the forces behind it. So I ask again: What. Brought. You. Here?" He slowly, deliberately words out the question, his patience seemingly on its last ropes.
Was the King a fool? His son had told me a few seconds ago!

I sighed. "King, the Prince just told you. You would have known if you had listened more carefully. The Balance brought me here, as well as the invitation."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the card, which was still glowing with magic. "It is quite likely that both the Balance and Destiny were at work. Only a select few obtained this card. I am an excommunicated monk, banished from my monastery. Many of your guests are nobles and are well known. I wield the knowledge to keep your Kingdom - and the Balance - together and am a nobody."

I put my card back inside again. "Destiny brought me the invitation; the Balance brought me to you. Will you heed my words?"

[Keltaris]

As he entered the ballroom, Manolo became immediately aware of the tension in the air. Something important is happening. Is that the king? Who's the other one?
He catches the eye of a curious looking Half-Orc. Someone who looked as out-of-place as Manolo felt. He walked over to him, "Hello friend. Are you as confused as I am?"

His undivided attention to the discussion he'd been eavesdropping, Kaad was a bit startled when someone addressed him.

Keeping his composure, the half-orc turns to dwarf-looking human standing in front of him and keeping an eye on the King, speaks: "It looks like that woman is the only one who isn't confused at the moment."
Then, as he shifts his gaze towards her, he continues: "I wonder how that is possibile."

[WindStruck]

Derank bids the couple goodbye, and wanders into the palace. He gazes upon the scene and...

Do you want to roll his curiosity check to see what he checks out first? its 10 + 1/2 level will, but can vary if something is extra cool looking

Actually, you don't make it into the palace quite yet. The guards at the door stop you.

"Good evening... sir," a guard with a well-trimmed goatee says. "I'm afraid we can't let you in with that weapon of yours. We'll gladly take it and store it somewhere safely for you, however. Also are you planning on wearing... that to the ball?" he asks, referring to your chain shirt with the mess of hides all over it.


Was the King a fool? His son had told me a few seconds ago!

I sighed. "King, the Prince just told you. You would have known if you had listened more carefully. The Balance brought me here, as well as the invitation."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the card, which was still glowing with magic. "It is quite likely that both the Balance and Destiny were at work. Only a select few obtained this card. I am an excommunicated monk, banished from my monastery. Many of your guests are nobles and are well known. I wield the knowledge to keep your Kingdom - and the Balance - together and am a nobody."

I put my card back inside again. "Destiny brought me the invitation; the Balance brought me to you. Will you heed my words?"

The king nods slowly, "I... am interested. But so far, it seems your council hasn't been needed," he says calmly, with a smug satisfaction. "Have you anything else to say on the matters of this kingdom? Perhaps we could learn some more of this 'balance' some other time, but I have other guests I should attend to -- as well as one I was in the middle of speaking with."

[Severance28]

"You can't give up that easily... Being a knight is not about swinging heavy weapons and wearing heavy armors... It is only one of the paths, my master always said that what makes a true knight is what they have here... he points at his head ...and, even more importantly, here... he points at his heart Knights also need a way to protect others and their own beliefs... but the way is yours to choose, be it sword, bow or leadership skills." he blushes a little after saying that. "At least that's what master Kaan always says..."
"And what is it about your family? I am sure they are supporting you in their own way... even if not directly." he adds with a wide smile.

"I started out believing that" Sam says, with a sad smile on his face, "but the more I see, the more I do, the more I'm starting to doubt it. How many people really take us seriously? How many times have you walked into a village, where even riding your steed you are still only a little shorter than people walking around normally?" Sam shakes his head: "Perhaps you're right. Of course. I'd rather not talk about this right now, and enjoy the party. I came here to have fun, after all! Oh..." Sam adds as an afterthought, "and I just assumed you had a mount you left behind somewhere. You seem a little lost without" Sam says with a knowing smile.

[TaiLiu]

The king nods slowly, "I... am interested. But so far, it seems your council hasn't been needed," he says calmly, with a smug satisfaction. "Have you anything else to say on the matters of this kingdom? Perhaps we could learn some more of this 'balance' some other time, but I have other guests I should attend to -- as well as one I was in the middle of speaking with."
I sighed inwardly. This was a waste of time and effort - the King would not heed. The Prince was more malleable and willing to listen, but he was too easily shocked and surprised. I glanced at the small group observing me. Perhaps they were agents of the Balance or the UnBalance; perhaps they were merely intrigued by my discussion. It didn't matter: I decided to greet them anyway.

I eyed the King's son. "Prince, when the time comes, take action. Farewell to you both."

I left the duo and walked over to the group. "You were looking at me," I said.

[Lexin]

"I started out believing that" Sam says, with a sad smile on his face, "but the more I see, the more I do, the more I'm starting to doubt it. How many people really take us seriously? How many times have you walked into a village, where even riding your steed you are still only a little shorter than people walking around normally?" Sam shakes his head: "Perhaps you're right. Of course. I'd rather not talk about this right now, and enjoy the party. I came here to have fun, after all! Oh..." Sam adds as an afterthought, "and I just assumed you had a mount you left behind somewhere. You seem a little lost without" Sam says with a knowing smile.

"It wasn't bad... members of Order of Heimdal are quite well known and many people take us seriously... Anyway, as you wish, we could easily change the subject." he winks with a smile "Yes, I do have a mount... and I must say I really am not used to leaving him somewhere for long periods of time. Ardent is the smartest War-doggy I had pleasure to work with. I hope he wouldn't be too grumpy about me leaving him in the inn..." He smiles even more "But in case he is, I got this small bribe." Boddynock shows a small, red ball, he won in the dart throwing game.

"So, my friend, what do we do now? I've seen all of these tents and I think we could either check the main party or... he points at the small tables all around them ... sit here, eat some free and tasty dinner and then join the main party!" :smallbiggrin:

[Quxelopqr]

"Garret! What in Telluria are you doing all the way out here? Remember the last time you left the people hanging and we lost nearly the entire audience? And when Vartag found out he blew his lid!" She taunts you mercilessly bringing up... that incident. Oh, she also seems to have numerous things in her possession!

Time to buy some time so she can have an incident of her own. Stay calm Garret. Can't bring it up just yet.
Ha ha, yeah, that was...such a great time. But what do we have here?

Garret eyes some of the objects in her possession and swipes whichever one she looks to care the most about.


sense motive to pick one out, or maybe spot (both are +1 anyways):[roll0]
slight of hand: [roll1]

[Severance28]

"It wasn't bad... members of Order of Heimdal are quite well known and many people take us seriously... Anyway, as you wish, we could easily change the subject." he winks with a smile "Yes, I do have a mount... and I must say I really am not used to leaving him somewhere for long periods of time. Ardent is the smartest War-doggy I had pleasure to work with. I hope he wouldn't be too grumpy about me leaving him in the inn..." He smiles even more "But in case he is, I got this small bribe." Boddynock shows a small, red ball, he won in the dart throwing game.

"So, my friend, what do we do now? I've seen all of these tents and I think we could either check the main party or... he points at the small tables all around them ... sit here, eat some free and tasty dinner and then join the main party!" :smallbiggrin:


Sam smiles on seeing the love apparent in Bodynock's eyes when he mentions Ardent "I have a pony myself. The name is Falcon... Does everyone ride a war dog in..." Sam frowns, trying to remember the name, "The order of Heimdal? Sam asks curiously, "You will have to tell me more about them sometime. You see, all I really know about the world is what I learned from Sir Gallenhad, and the small bits I have picked up along the way when I was traveling with my family as a child" Sam shrugs. "Either way, let's enjoy the party! I have no real preference for what we do, but if it's all the same to you, I would like to at least see the palace before the night is over."

[Keltaris]

I sighed inwardly. This was a waste of time and effort - the King would not heed. The Prince was more malleable and willing to listen, but he was too easily shocked and surprised. I glanced at the small group observing me. Perhaps they were agents of the Balance or the UnBalance; perhaps they were merely intrigued by my discussion. It didn't matter: I decided to greet them anyway.

I eyed the King's son. "Prince, when the time comes, take action. Farewell to you both."

I left the duo and walked over to the group. "You were looking at me," I said.

A bit startled by the quickness with which she dropped her conversation with the King, Kaad takes a few seconds to respond to the woman.

"More listening than looking. Well... to be honest, more eavesdropping than anything else. I'm sorry, but yours truly seemed a peculiar discussion..."

[WindStruck]

Time to buy some time so she can have an incident of her own. Stay calm Garret. Can't bring it up just yet.
Ha ha, yeah, that was...such a great time. But what do we have here?

Garret eyes some of the objects in her possession and swipes whichever one she looks to care the most about.


sense motive to pick one out, or maybe spot (both are +1 anyways):[roll0]
slight of hand: [roll1]


Slight of hand fails, seeing as you need 20 to lift an object from someone. And I'm not even sure about people who know you are trying to take something from them...

"Hey!! Watch it you numbskull, that was a vial of alchemists fire!" Seems she has a number of other small pouches, wands and a few other vials cradled in her arms... too lazy or thoughtless to have a bag of sorts... she backs up trying to avoid any further childish attempts by you to snag something, but bumps into that performer clown dancing to the annoying music.

Lara's balance check: [roll0]
Faldis's balance check: [roll1]
Wow, they both roll ones. LOL

Faldis trips and topples over wildly, still rolling as other people wandering by see him incoming and move out of the way of the twisted mass of brightly-colored limbs. Lara, on the other hand, falls backward to the ground instantly, with her possessions flying every which way.

The vial of alchemist's fire shatters near the tombak player, almost immediately igniting his drum (plus the fringes of another woman's dress). The music abruptly stops and there is also a thick powder or smoke of some sorts in the air. After a bit of panicky sounds as the fire on the woman's dress is stomped out, the atmosphere is painfully still and quiet.

[Derp]

Actually, you don't make it into the palace quite yet. The guards at the door stop you.

"Good evening... sir," a guard with a well-trimmed goatee says. "I'm afraid we can't let you in with that weapon of yours. We'll gladly take it and store it somewhere safely for you, however. Also are you planning on wearing... that to the ball?" he asks, referring to your chain shirt with the mess of hides all over it.


Derank forgot about the guards. He was having far too much fun from the dancing! He looks to the man and says "Of course, take the weapon, as long as I get it returned. And what of my hides? This is not appropriate attire for a celebration?"

[WindStruck]

Derank forgot about the guards. He was having far too much fun from the dancing! He looks to the man and says "Of course, take the weapon, as long as I get it returned. And what of my hides? This is not appropriate attire for a celebration?"

The stout guard, now munching on a tangerine, rolls his eyes and shakes his head, all while spitting out a piece of peel.

"Not exactly... it is, after all, a royal ball. Formal wear and such... you don't happen to have anything else to wear, do you?" The more charismatic guard eyes you cautiously, up and down, as if debating with himself on some matter.

[TaiLiu]

A bit startled by the quickness with which she dropped her conversation with the King, Kaad takes a few seconds to respond to the woman.

"More listening than looking. Well... to be honest, more eavesdropping than anything else. I'm sorry, but yours truly seemed a peculiar discussion..."
He was merely interested. I wondered about his friend, though. Why was he looking at me?

I nodded and glanced at the other. "What is your reason?"

[Quxelopqr]

This couldn't possibly be any better!

After a nice laugh at her expense, Garret stooped to help Lara up and grabbed a few of the things she'd dropped. His help would be the worst part of this for her, and he knew it. He'd offer to help the dancer, but the man was so much bigger he'd be of little use. He does offer his hand to shake though.

You may be my new favorite person ever!
With a flourishing bow, he added The name's Garret. It's a true pleasure to meet you. C'mon Lara, it's rude not to introduce yourself, especially after interrupting his dance.

[WindStruck]

This couldn't possibly be any better!

After a nice laugh at her expense, Garret stooped to help Lara up and grabbed a few of the things she'd dropped. His help would be the worst part of this for her, and he knew it. He'd offer to help the dancer, but the man was so much bigger he'd be of little use. He does offer his hand to shake though.

You may be my new favorite person ever!
With a flourishing bow, he added The name's Garret. It's a true pleasure to meet you. C'mon Lara, it's rude not to introduce yourself, especially after interrupting his dance.

"Introduce myself?! How about I introduce your neck to my hands as I wring it!!" :smallfurious:

Lara lunges at Garret wildly. Though this isn't particularly dangerous at all.

[roll0]
It's a grapple attack. xD

She shake's Garret's head by his neck vigorously: "That could've killed someone you idiot! And the powdered silver! Ten pounds gone cause of you!!"

[Zombulian]

He was merely interested. I wondered about his friend, though. Why was he looking at me?

I nodded and glanced at the other. "What is your reason?"


Manolo sticks his thumb towards himself, "Me? I came here to seek audience with the king. Then jerks his thumb towards the half orc, Found this guy who looked about as out of place as I did at this party. I'm thinking I'll go enjoy some other festivities though, I think the King may need a small break after that ordeal." He chuckles playfully and sticks him arm forward, "The name's Manuel, my friends call me Manolo, who're you?"

[KillingAScarab]

Faldis trips and topples over wildly, still rolling as other people wandering by see him incoming and move out of the way of the twisted mass of brightly-colored limbs. Lara, on the other hand, falls backward to the ground instantly, with her possessions flying every which way.

The vial of alchemist's fire shatters near the tombak player, almost immediately igniting his drum (plus the fringes of another woman's dress). The music abruptly stops and there is also a thick powder or smoke of some sorts in the air. After a bit of panicky sounds as the fire on the woman's dress is stomped out, the atmosphere is painfully still and quiet."Phi-aaah!" was all Faldis could say as he lost his balance and crashed and rolled into the crowd. By the time he regained his bearings from the spill, he was starting to feel a bit of satisfaction coming from Phim. So it seemed, until there was some smoke in the air. Faldis turned toward it and saw some small flames and far too much smoke coming from the tent he had been dancing in front of. He scrambled to help extinguish them. This seemed to mostly involved covering them with the oversized hat until he spotted a drink by the drummer's feet he poured upon the flames. This soaked the drum, at the least, if not doused them.

I know alchemist's fire lets you roll a reflex save to stop yourself from taking the second round of damage, but I don't know about an object.


You may be my new favorite person ever!
With a flourishing bow, he added The name's Garret. It's a true pleasure to meet you. C'mon Lara, it's rude not to introduce yourself, especially after interrupting his dance.Faldis was very confused by both the praise he had just received and the sight of the small man who was giving it.


"Introduce myself?! How about I introduce your neck to my hands as I wring it!!" :smallfurious:

Lara lunges at Garret wildly. Though this isn't particularly dangerous at all.

She shake's Garret's head by his neck vigorously: "That could've killed someone you idiot! And the powdered silver! Ten pounds gone cause of you!!"Faldis was even more confused by sight of the small woman strangling the small man, moments after he helped her to her feet. Phim floated closer to watch the two, until Faldis remembered it and had a sharp flash of anger and disapproval it should surely feel. Phim seemed to halt at that. Faldis put down the probably ruined drum and started to intervene between the shortest looking adults he could recall seeing. He moved closer, but he didn't put a hand on them. For once, Faldis squatted down rather than gazed up as he had at quite a few people in this city.

"Madam, please, we do not need such violence, you do not need to introduce yourself."

Yep. Faldis thinks she's angry because she was asked to introduce herself. It's just one of those days for him.

[Quxelopqr]

Ack! I think my neck and your hands are already well acquainted, don't you agree?

In an effort to protect his master, Davis leaps from Garrets pocket onto Lara and climbs on her head. Hopefully this will scare her into letting go, or so the weasel thinks.

[Derp]

The stout guard, now munching on a tangerine, rolls his eyes and shakes his head, all while spitting out a piece of peel.

"Not exactly... it is, after all, a royal ball. Formal wear and such... you don't happen to have anything else to wear, do you?" The more charismatic guard eyes you cautiously, up and down, as if debating with himself on some matter.

A quizzical look appears on Derank's face. "Formal wear...?"

[Lexin]

Sam smiles on seeing the love apparent in Bodynock's eyes when he mentions Ardent "I have a pony myself. The name is Falcon... Does everyone ride a war dog in..." Sam frowns, trying to remember the name, "The order of Heimdal? Sam asks curiously, "You will have to tell me more about them sometime. You see, all I really know about the world is what I learned from Sir Gallenhad, and the small bits I have picked up along the way when I was traveling with my family as a child" Sam shrugs. "Either way, let's enjoy the party! I have no real preference for what we do, but if it's all the same to you, I would like to at least see the palace before the night is over."

"No, not everyone rides a dog..." Boddynock's face lightens with a wide grin as he imagines some of the knights trying to mount a dog "Majority of the order consists of humans, and they prefer bigger mounts. I would be happy to tell some tales about the order if you wish to listen, but now... you are right... It would be nice to see the palace. After all the prince is there and this is his party." he says and starts walking towards the palace (first looking around a little confused, but he found the way to the entrance after a short while).

[Severance28]

"No, not everyone rides a dog..." Boddynock's face lightens with a wide grin as he imagines some of the knights trying to mount a dog "Majority of the order consists of humans, and they prefer bigger mounts. I would be happy to tell some tales about the order if you wish to listen, but now... you are right... It would be nice to see the palace. After all the prince is there and this is his party." he says and starts walking towards the palace (first looking around a little confused, but he found the way to the entrance after a short while).

Sam laughs along at the idea of humans trying to ride dogs, and then follows Boddynock to the palace, quietly enjoying the party.

[WindStruck]

Faldis was even more confused by sight of the small woman strangling the small man, moments after he helped her to her feet. Phim floated closer to watch the two, until Faldis remembered it and had a sharp flash of anger and disapproval it should surely feel. Phim seemed to halt at that. Faldis put down the probably ruined drum and started to intervene between the shortest looking adults he could recall seeing. He moved closer, but he didn't put a hand on them. For once, Faldis squatted down rather than gazed up as he had at quite a few people in this city.

"Madam, please, we do not need such violence, you do not need to introduce yourself."

Yep. Faldis thinks she's angry because she was asked to introduce herself. It's just one of those days for him.


Ack! I think my neck and your hands are already well acquainted, don't you agree?

In an effort to protect his master, Davis leaps from Garrets pocket onto Lara and climbs on her head. Hopefully this will scare her into letting go, or so the weasel thinks.

In response to the stranger's request and her rudeness... and yes, the weasel familiar now clawing on her head, Lara releases Garret with a forceful, aggravated sigh.

She says to Faldis, "I'm... sorry about all this. My name's Lara, the soon-to-be only arcane caster in our troupe," then glares at Garret. She grumbles and begins picking up the rest of her things.

Meanwhile two guards from a different direction each approach. One asks, "Hey, what's all this commotion?"


A quizzical look appears on Derank's face. "Formal wear...?"

The guard lets out a pained sigh, as if a part of him inside just died. "...you know. Suits, dresses, fancy clothes meant for tea parties. Not armors meant for battle and skins worn by savages. Er, you do have your party invitation, right?"

Also a question for you, Derp: does Derank have any of his smaller weapons on him like the club or dagger ... or anything else that might be dangerous that he does not give up initially? Just wondering in case we want to speed this along and not bother with a frisk check.

[TaiLiu]

Manolo sticks his thumb towards himself, "Me? I came here to seek audience with the king. Then jerks his thumb towards the half orc, Found this guy who looked about as out of place as I did at this party. I'm thinking I'll go enjoy some other festivities though, I think the King may need a small break after that ordeal." He chuckles playfully and sticks him arm forward, "The name's Manuel, my friends call me Manolo, who're you?"
I grabbed his hand and pushed it into mine before shaking it up and down as a form of formal greeting.

"My name is Lori, Servant of Io and Keeper of the Balance," I said.

I gestured at the green man and ask for his name.

[KillingAScarab]

In response to the stranger's request and her rudeness... and yes, the weasel familiar now clawing on her head, Lara releases Garret with a forceful, aggravated sigh.

She says to Faldis, "I'm... sorry about all this. My name's Lara, the soon-to-be only arcane caster in our troupe," then glares at Garret. She grumbles and begins picking up the rest of her things.With the small woman with the weasel on her no longer choking the small man, Faldis stood up and remembered to introduce himself. "A good evening to you, Miss Lara and Sirrah Garret," he said turning to each of them. "I am Faldis Yor--"


Meanwhile two guards from a different direction each approach. One asks, "Hey, what's all this commotion?"Faldis turned around to face the guard who just spoke, his greeting interrupted once more. He was still a bit confused by all that had just happened, but he tried to explain. "I- I was dancing here and took a spill. Then, there was a fire. There isn't one now... I think." He looked away at the tent to see what had become of the flames.

The presence of the guards was a little unsettling for Faldis. His odd clothing, the fall, the fire and the little people who choke each other were enough to handle without thinking what might happen if the guards were to drag him away before he could honor the prince and the king and speak to them. He began shifting around the large, singed hat in his hands. Phim floated a bit closer to the weasel.

[WindStruck]

The guard replies, "Oh, you are one of the performers here, right? Hmm what caused this fire...?"

"Vial of alchemist's fire. Was going to use it for a fancy trick in our tent over there," Lara points to the troupe of magic/circus entertainers' tent, "but I accidentally bumped into this dancer here. Dropped it, it broke, hyper-combustible fluid combusts."

"Gee, now maybe if someone wasn't ******* around and distracting me, this whole mess wouldn't have happened..." she adds grumpily, snatching the last of her intact things off Garret and stomps back to the tent.

This leaves Garret and Faldis still in the awkward company of the guards and ground zero of the debacle. A very thin cloud of powdered silver has gone high into the air, spreading, although most has begun to settle on the ground by now...

[Derp]

The guard lets out a pained sigh, as if a part of him inside just died. "...you know. Suits, dresses, fancy clothes meant for tea parties. Not armors meant for battle and skins worn by savages. Er, you do have your party invitation, right?"

Also a question for you, Derp: does Derank have any of his smaller weapons on him like the club or dagger ... or anything else that might be dangerous that he does not give up initially? Just wondering in case we want to speed this along and not bother with a frisk check.

He does, but they are readily visible, knife on one side, club on the other. I don't see why the guards would not have noticed them right away, unless they were totally distracted by the pole arm and his furs

Rummaging around, Derank pulls out the invitation and shows it to the guard. "I do indeed have my invitation sir. And I am sorry, I do not have any clothes like that. This is all I've ever needed."

Want me to roll a straight Int check? I know how I could probably get him in as is, but I dont know if Derank could figure it out. By saying he is a representative of his clan, why would they want to tarnish the image of friendship that the country would want to have with their neighbors, especially if they don't want war to break out? The guards may not want to see their friends killed in a war (he wouldnt say that last part)

[WindStruck]

He does, but they are readily visible, knife on one side, club on the other. I don't see why the guards would not have noticed them right away, unless they were totally distracted by the pole arm and his furs

Rummaging around, Derank pulls out the invitation and shows it to the guard. "I do indeed have my invitation sir. And I am sorry, I do not have any clothes like that. This is all I've ever needed."

Want me to roll a straight Int check? I know how I could probably get him in as is, but I dont know if Derank could figure it out. By saying he is a representative of his clan, why would they want to tarnish the image of friendship that the country would want to have with their neighbors, especially if they don't want war to break out? The guards may not want to see their friends killed in a war (he wouldnt say that last part)

No diplomacy/whatever checks will be needed for now.

The guard ponders the situation further. "Well... you seem like a nice fellow, I think... We'll allow you entry, but you need to be on your best behavior!" he warns you earnestly. If I were to suggest: move slowly, carefully, and don't do anything you don't see others doing. If you were to mess up, at best, you'd be thrown out. At worst, I'd be fired."

The other guards collect your weapons. The younger one takes them and walks somewhere in the palace... presumably they are being stored behind one of the other doors on the ground floor. A small mark is inked onto the back corner of your invitation. Seems to be "91". The guard extends his hand toward you with a dry smile. "Good luck," he says.

[Quxelopqr]

Calling out after her, Garret chides Remember that time you were late for your act and half the crowd left? Oh wait, it's right now! HA HA HA!!

His moment of triumph achieved, Garret turns to the guards. Prooobably should have waited on that. Gentlemen, I can assure you that I was in no way responsible for this completely accidental accident. I merely came by to help the young lady up. Professional concern, nothing more. I'm also in that tent there, you see? He points to the tent and hopes the guards believe his story.

bluff (likely at a penalty):[roll0]

[KillingAScarab]

Calling out after her, Garret chides Remember that time you were late for your act and half the crowd left? Oh wait, it's right now! HA HA HA!!

His moment of triumph achieved, Garret turns to the guards. Prooobably should have waited on that. Gentlemen, I can assure you that I was in no way responsible for this completely accidental accident. I merely came by to help the young lady up. Professional concern, nothing more. I'm also in that tent there, you see? He points to the tent and hopes the guards believe his story.

bluff (likely at a penalty):[roll0]

But this seems different than what the little woman said, Faldis thought. They seem to know each other, as well. What is going on here?


Sense motive seems appropriate. After a spot check to look for traces of the flask of alchemist's fire. Maybe knowledge arcana to recognize the name "alchemist's fire" and perhaps the sight of it?

Spot: [roll0]
Knowledge: arcana [roll1]
Sense motive: [roll2]

[Derp]

"Ah good! Thank you!" smiling, Derank heads into the palace and...

curiosity check time :smallcool:

[Keltaris]

I grabbed his hand and pushed it into mine before shaking it up and down as a form of formal greeting.

"My name is Lori, Servant of Io and Keeper of the Balance," I said.

I gestured at the green man and ask for his name.

A bit taken aback by her strange ways, Kaad holds out his hand to Lori, to avoid her from grabbing it as she did with Manolo.

"My name is Kaad, just Kaad. Pleasure to meet you."

He then holds out his hand to Manolo, and once he's done with the pleasantries, turns back to Lori.

"Is the Balance the thing you were so animously discussing with the King?"

[WindStruck]

But this seems different than what the little woman said, Faldis thought. They seem to know each other, as well. What is going on here?


Sense motive seems appropriate. After a spot check to look for traces of the flask of alchemist's fire. Maybe knowledge arcana to recognize the name "alchemist's fire" and perhaps the sight of it?

Spot: [roll0]
Knowledge: arcana [roll1]
Sense motive: [roll2]


Well, I suppose Faldis has not too much reason to be terribly suspicious or critical of Garret anymore. With the situation seemingly resolved and nothing much else to do, the guards go back to where they were at originally. One merely shrugs and walks off. The other shakes his head a bit, examining the charred up drum, ground, and bits of broken glass before going on his way.


"Ah good! Thank you!" smiling, Derank heads into the palace and...

curiosity check time :smallcool:
Ok, well you walk into quite an impressive room. Lots of people are here in their "formal wear", carpets adorn the marbled floor and furniture sits atop them, a balcony/walkway extends around the entire rim of the 2nd floor, the walls are adorned with various paintings and other artworks... but then one of the first things you notice is the massive chandelier in the room.

How about a DC 9 will save or you just stand there gawking at if fascinated for 5 minutes? :smallbiggrin:

I'll just let you roll, then do whatever after the result. Later during the party, probably have one more thing to get his curiosity.

[TaiLiu]

A bit taken aback by her strange ways, Kaad holds out his hand to Lori, to avoid her from grabbing it as she did with Manolo.

"My name is Kaad, just Kaad. Pleasure to meet you."

He then holds out his hand to Manolo, and once he's done with the pleasantries, turns back to Lori.

"Is the Balance the thing you were so animously discussing with the King?"
"Just Kaad..."

Where was his surname? Did he give it up? Was he an orphan? Was it a nickname?

I decided that I would ask later. For now, though...

"It was." I look at the two of them before leaning a bit closer into their faces. "The King is making an announcement later into the night, but certain circulating rumours are saying that this one would be especially important. Do any of you have any ideas of what the King is going to say?"

[Severance28]

Sam walks into the palace to the sight of people milling around, conversing, eating, and generally inviting the party. He recognizes he king standing amongst the crowd, conversing with a few people. Even though Sam would love the opportunity to speak to the king, he has no idea what he would say, and would prefer not to risk offending him. His eyes light up slightly as he sees the food and smells the wonderful aroma coming from it. Despite not being hungry, the smells of the food on the table make Sam's mouth water.
Turning to Boddynock, he says: "Come on, should we see what's over there?" Sam says, gesturing to the food.

[Derp]

Ok, well you walk into quite an impressive room. Lots of people are here in their "formal wear", carpets adorn the marbled floor and furniture sits atop them, a balcony/walkway extends around the entire rim of the 2nd floor, the walls are adorned with various paintings and other artworks... but then one of the first things you notice is the massive chandelier in the room.

How about a DC 9 will save or you just stand there gawking at if fascinated for 5 minutes? :smallbiggrin:

I'll just let you roll, then do whatever after the result. Later during the party, probably have one more thing to get his curiosity.

[roll0] Depending on the roll's result... If he is fascinated, he stands their and does his staring for 5 minutes. If someone came by and knocked into him or knocked him over he'd probably break out of the stupor. Is there music playing?

Derank gawks around the room. Everything is just so wonderful, and now he sees what the guard meant by "formal wear". That's far too dressed up for me. I am glad the furs were acceptable.

He wanders around, eavesdropping here and there without meaning too. I wonder if there will be dancing later. Practice of my new found dance would be amazing!

[Quxelopqr]

The guards having left, Garret was left with the giant. Well, I probably shouldn't go into the tent for awhile. So Faldis, what're you up to here? Just dancing?

[Lexin]

Sam walks into the palace to the sight of people milling around, conversing, eating, and generally inviting the party. He recognizes he king standing amongst the crowd, conversing with a few people. Even though Sam would love the opportunity to speak to the king, he has no idea what he would say, and would prefer not to risk offending him. His eyes light up slightly as he sees the food and smells the wonderful aroma coming from it. Despite not being hungry, the smells of the food on the table make Sam's mouth water.
Turning to Boddynock, he says: "Come on, should we see what's over there?" Sam says, gesturing to the food.

Boddynock looks at the food with little interest, much more interested in... everything else... but he focuses on Sam for a moment and answers with his usual smile "Sure, why not. I haven't eaten anything other than sweets, it would be good to... he stops for a second sniffing around and continues with much more energy in his voice "It smells tasty! Let's grab something to eat!" :smallbiggrin:

[WindStruck]

Yes, in the grand foyer there is a man playing the piano off in a corner. In the ballroom is a small orchestra. The piano music is rather tranquil and doesn't really fit the mood of dancing. If any of you would like, remember a lot of information about this party is still on the first page of the thread.

[KillingAScarab]

With the situation seemingly resolved and nothing much else to do, the guards go back to where they were at originally. One merely shrugs and walks off. The other shakes his head a bit, examining the charred up drum, ground, and bits of broken glass before going on his way.Faldis is a bit surprised at how much damage the drum in the guard's hand had sustained. That's not good. Still, he was visibly relieved that the guards went back to their business.


So Faldis, what're you up to here? Just dancing?Turning his attention back to Garret, Faldis answered, "Yes, I was, but I believe I must stop now." Leaning in towards Garret, but pretending to look at the weasel, he tried to whisper, "If you can't pay to replace that drum either, perhaps we had best get away from here." He risked a glance over at the musicians.

[Quxelopqr]

Noting the lack of change in his pouch, Garret nodded. Perhaps we should. Where to?

[KillingAScarab]

Perhaps we should. Where to?"The southern corner of the field seems far enough away, toward the blue tent." There doesn't seem to be much trouble Phim can cause on the way, either. Faldis straightened himself and was about to leave when he remembered something. My arms are on the ground... right by the tent. There was nothing to do but to bend toward the ground and scoop them up. Perhaps if I don't look at them, they won't notice me, thought the man in bright oranges and reds as he attempted to gather his belongings and go.

[Severance28]

Boddynock looks at the food with little interest, much more interested in... everything else... but he focuses on Sam for a moment and answers with his usual smile "Sure, why not. I haven't eaten anything other than sweets, it would be good to... he stops for a second sniffing around and continues with much more energy in his voice "It smells tasty! Let's grab something to eat!" :smallbiggrin:

Sam grins at his friend's enthusiasm, and walks over to grab something to eat. There are just so many smells and options, it can begin to feel a little overwhelming. As Sam is debating the options, out of the corner of his eye he sees a beautiful halfling girl, in a strapless blue dress, dancing effortlessly to the music in the hall. Sam stares at her with his mouth slightly open for a while, entranced by her beauty and grace. Upon realizing he had been staring, he immediately blushes and turns to look back at the food table, carefully avoiding that side of the room

She may or may not be *actually* beautiful or graceful. Sam is just smitten :P]]:smalltongue:

[Derp]

Hm alright. Derank will probably just wander around making small talk and what have you. Unless something catches his eye or someone really wants to talk to him in the palace, after a bit he will wander back outside, to make sure hes in time for hte archery.

[Keltaris]

"Just Kaad..."

Where was his surname? Did he give it up? Was he an orphan? Was it a nickname?

I decided that I would ask later. For now, though...

"It was." I look at the two of them before leaning a bit closer into their faces. "The King is making an announcement later into the night, but certain circulating rumours are saying that this one would be especially important. Do any of you have any ideas of what the King is going to say?"

"An important announcement, eh?"

"No, I haven't heart anything of sorts... Did he let something slip while you were talking?

Kaad glances towards the King as he talks to Lori, sizing him up...

[TaiLiu]

"An important announcement, eh?"

"No, I haven't heart anything of sorts... Did he let something slip while you were talking?

Kaad glances towards the King as he talks to Lori, sizing him up...
Slip? He implied many things, willingly or not. I shook my head.

"Not directly, no. You are glancing at the King. Are you hoping to converse with him? If so, I shall leave you be."

[Quxelopqr]

To the blue tent! The halfling started off at a brisk pace, trying to get some distance between him and the dancers as quickly as possible without looking suspicious.

[Lexin]

Sam grins at his friend's enthusiasm, and walks over to grab something to eat. There are just so many smells and options, it can begin to feel a little overwhelming. As Sam is debating the options, out of the corner of his eye he sees a beautiful halfling girl, in a strapless blue dress, dancing effortlessly to the music in the hall. Sam stares at her with his mouth slightly open for a while, entranced by her beauty and grace. Upon realizing he had been staring, he immediately blushes and turns to look back at the food table, carefully avoiding that side of the room

She may or may not be *actually* beautiful or graceful. Sam is just smitten :P]]:smalltongue:

Boddynock stops with a piece of cake halfway to his mouth. He looks at Sam, blushing and looking everywhere except one halfling lady. He stands up, pats Sam on his back and says "Go, talk to her. I am sure she would love to dance with you." he smiles reassuringly, trying to encourage his new friend. "It's a party. You are supposed to have some fun."
He chomps on the cake and adds "Now, now. Stand up and go to her."

[Severance28]

Boddynock stops with a piece of cake halfway to his mouth. He looks at Sam, blushing and looking everywhere except one halfling lady. He stands up, pats Sam on his back and says "Go, talk to her. I am sure she would love to dance with you." he smiles reassuringly, trying to encourage his new friend. "It's a party. You are supposed to have some fun."
He chomps on the cake and adds "Now, now. Stand up and go to her."

Sam blushes deeply at the gnome's encouragement. "but... I... I would have any idea what to say" He shakes slightly, takes a deep breath. you can do this. He ceases muttering to himself and timidly walks over to the halfing girl. "Er... my name is Sam, would you care to dance?" He says to the girl, feeling himself blushing.

[WindStruck]

Sam blushes deeply at the gnome's encouragement. "but... I... I would have any idea what to say" He shakes slightly, takes a deep breath. you can do this. He ceases muttering to himself and timidly walks over to the halfing girl. "Er... my name is Sam, would you care to dance?" He says to the girl, feeling himself blushing.

The halfling girl blushes back with a smile, and maybe she is even more delighted than she actually seems. :smallredface:

"Um... sure, Sam. I'd like that," she manages to reply without botching up her own words.

[KillingAScarab]

To the blue tent! The halfling started off at a brisk pace, trying to get some distance between him and the dancers as quickly as possible without looking suspicious.Faldis followed after Garret, slowly at first while signaling Phim to follow and expecting the musicians to call after him, faster when his luck turned out better when people were seemingly preoccupied with the aftermath of a small fire.

It took a bit of looking for him to find Garret in the crowd, but he managed to catch up quickly enough, probably due to his longer legs. Both of these things brought the subject of Garret's height to Faldis' mind.

"It must be handy to be so small when you don't want to be noticed. How... did you get that way, Sirrah Garret?" The awkwardness of the question struck him as he spoke it, especially as Faldis was hardly the tallest man around this city, but he was a bit too curious to stop himself from asking.

[Lexin]

Boddynock proud that he was able to inspire his new friend to do great things (although in minor scope, but still) focuses back on eating everything tasty-looking in his range. After few minutes he is full, he turns around on his seat and looks around the place, wiping his face with a napkin. Now... what to do?


Is there any knight in the room?
Any, reasonably kind-looking?
Any from Heimdal's order?
Are guards the elite, or quite common looking?

[Keltaris]

Slip? He implied many things, willingly or not. I shook my head.

"Not directly, no. You are glancing at the King. Are you hoping to converse with him? If so, I shall leave you be."

"Ehm, no... I have no business talking to the King. I just like observing people I guess." says the half-orc as he turns back to Lori.

"I also like to listen to people, so, if you'd like you could explain to me and Manolo this Balance of yours..."

[Severance28]

The halfling girl blushes back with a smile, and maybe she is even more delighted than she actually seems. :smallredface:

"Um... sure, Sam. I'd like that," she manages to reply without botching up her own words.

Sam grins embarrassedly and extends his hand to her, as gracefully as he can. He suddenly wishes he had learned how to dance back when his mother was trying to teach him, but he would do his best imitating her motions and remembering things from dancer he'd seen previously.

Dexterity check? [roll0]
Edit: ouch, looks like someone's toes are being stepped on

[WindStruck]

Sam grins embarrassedly and extends his hand to her, as gracefully as he can. He suddenly wishes he had learned how to dance back when his mother was trying to teach him, but he would do his best imitating her motions and remembering things from dancer he'd seen previously.

Dexterity check? [roll0]
Edit: ouch, looks like someone's toes are being stepped on

After a bit of tenuous dancing, the halfling girl, who's smile never quite faded completely, grins and says, "You actually aren't much of a dancer, are you?" :smallsmile:

[TaiLiu]

"Ehm, no... I have no business talking to the King. I just like observing people I guess." says the half-orc as he turns back to Lori.

"I also like to listen to people, so, if you'd like you could explain to me and Manolo this Balance of yours..."
Someone was interested in the Balance! I decided to give a quick summary.

"The Balance is the equilibrium of all the forces in the world. When something is Balanced, then everything is perfect. When something is UnBalanced, terrible things happen until everything is Balanced again. Of course, eventually, all things will be Balanced."

[Zombulian]

Someone was interested in the Balance! I decided to give a quick summary.

"The Balance is the equilibrium of all the forces in the world. When something is Balanced, then everything is perfect. When something is UnBalanced, terrible things happen until everything is Balanced again. Of course, eventually, all things will be Balanced."


Manolo's eyes light up briefly.
"That is indeed something we can talk about later on friend Lori. But now is not the time for philosophical talk, we are at a party! And I intend to gorge myself on some pasties at some point tonight." Glancing back and forth between Lori and Kaad. " Whether either of you join me or not."

[Keltaris]

Manolo's eyes light up briefly.
"That is indeed something we can talk about later on friend Lori. But now is not the time for philosophical talk, we are at a party! And I intend to gorge myself on some pasties at some point tonight." Glancing back and forth between Lori and Kaad. " Whether either of you join me or not."

"Sure, why not. And while you eat we could keep discussing about this thing..."

Turning back to Lori again, he continues: "Are we totally powerless and destined to a Balanced existence? It sounds like the Universe will always find its way to Balance eventually, no matter what we do..."

[Lexin]

Boddynock looks around with a slightly bored expression... trying to think what to do next... And in the corner of his eye he finally sees a familiar sign. The Gjallarhorn on blue, crest of Heimdal. His eyes light with energy as he walks to talk to one of his own.

"Hello there, brother in faith. I am Boddynock Nackle, would you like to chat for a while?"

[Severance28]

After a bit of tenuous dancing, the halfling girl, who's smile never quite faded completely, grins and says, "You actually aren't much of a dancer, are you?" :smallsmile:

"erm... Well, no, I'm not" Sam admits, smiling sheepishly, "my mother tried to teach me when I was young, but I never really got any good at it. Apologies, my lady, I hope I did not bring offense to you" Sam said, changing tone and trying to speak in the ridiculous way he had sometimes heard from knights and lords in plays that his troupe used to perform.

[WindStruck]

Boddynock looks around with a slightly bored expression... trying to think what to do next... And in the corner of his eye he finally sees a familiar sign. The Gjallarhorn on blue, crest of Heimdal. His eyes light with energy as he walks to talk to one of his own.

"Hello there, brother in faith. I am Boddynock Nackle, would you like to chat for a while?"

An stout man looks down curiously, and a smile flashes across his face. He's rather... typical of a dwarf, really. Though his hair and beard are quite dark - nearly black - and he does seem to be fairly well-built. "Ah, hello brother! Was wond'ring if I would see another member of the order here. Seems we got a number o' invitations but not many could make it... oh, but sure! Wouldn't mind a chat with ye, not at all! The name's Blairne Granitebeard. What's on yer mind?"


"erm... Well, no, I'm not" Sam admits, smiling sheepishly, "my mother tried to teach me when I was young, but I never really got any good at it. Apologies, my lady, I hope I did not bring offense to you" Sam said, changing tone and trying to speak in the ridiculous way he had sometimes heard from knights and lords in plays that his troupe used to perform.
The halfling girl giggles and blushes more. Yes, it was a bit over-the-top, but seemed to flatter her, nonetheless.

Care for another dex check? :smallbiggrin:

[TaiLiu]

"Sure, why not. And while you eat we could keep discussing about this thing..."

Turning back to Lori again, he continues: "Are we totally powerless and destined to a Balanced existence? It sounds like the Universe will always find its way to Balance eventually, no matter what we do..."
He was actually interested in the Balance! I decided to give him more detailed answers.

"No, you misunderstand. You are confusing the Balance with Destiny. The Universe will find itself to true Balance when everything is destroyed and when everyone is dead - including the gods."

I grabbed a large numbers of orange carrots and stuffed them down my robe before continuing.

"The Balance is not good, but it is also not evil," I spoke as I chewed on a carrot, "Rather, the Balance is a natural phenomenon. You cannot do anything to stop it, but you can slow or damage it. Of course," - here I swallowed my carrot - "if you try to do that, my job is to stop you."

[WindStruck]

Alright, so Severance28:

This time Sam botches the dancing up even further. Thankfully he is agile and not normally a clumsy oaf. You do not step on the girl's feet, but you sure as hell come close. You catch yourself from doing that, but nearly trip instead, making you lunge into her. This leaves you two at a very awkward position in relation to each other, if only for a very brief instant.


Derp:

Derank is casually milling about the party, when suddenly an interesting idea crops up into his head. What are behind all the doors those guards are guarding, anyway? Let's go find out!

DC is 11 to resist, and I am not trying to force him to break into the rooms, just maybe pester the guards or try to peek around if it seems you have a very good opportunity.

Edit: well, also now that I think about it, Derank is probably the type of guy that would love a tour around the palace. :smallbiggrin:

[Zombulian]

"Haha! Away we go!" He shouts triumphantly, whipping his flaming cloak around him before heading directly for a table stocked with exotic sweets.

I'm going to assume there are some kinds of more dessert like sweets like Turkish Delights and Danishes instead of the more candy like sweets that have featured so far.

[Lexin]

An stout man looks down curiously, and a smile flashes across his face. He's rather... typical of a dwarf, really. Though his hair and beard are quite dark - nearly black - and he does seem to be fairly well-built. "Ah, hello brother! Was wond'ring if I would see another member of the order here. Seems we got a number o' invitations but not many could make it... oh, but sure! Wouldn't mind a chat with ye, not at all! The name's Blairne Granitebeard. What's on yer mind?"


Boddynock smiles with more confidence as he sees that he met such a friendly person. "That's one of the things I wanted to know... master Kaan told me that Order got a lot of invitations, I think I expected more of us over here.
... and...
...and...
You look like an experienced knight of Order to me... could you share, how it is to be one, with me who just finished the training?" He adds using the 'Puppy eyes (http://www.drunktiki.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/cute-puppy-eyes.jpg)' ancient technique, he learned from Ardent.

[Derp]

Derp:

Derank is casually milling about the party, when suddenly an interesting idea crops up into his head. What are behind all the doors those guards are guarding, anyway? Let's go find out!

DC is 11 to resist, and I am not trying to force him to break into the rooms, just maybe pester the guards or try to peek around if it seems you have a very good opportunity.

Edit: well, also now that I think about it, Derank is probably the type of guy that would love a tour around the palace. :smallbiggrin:

Sorry didnt see the post! :smalleek: But yes, he really would love one... [roll0]

This was probably the best party Derank has been too since cousin Jerank ran off with the chiefs 5th daughter, Alice! They even had guards over there, just like the guards that kept Alice tied up until Jerank cut her free. I wonder if there is a woman tied up behind them too he thinks...

Nah better not. Not without his weapons are any allies.

I honestly wanted him to fail that save :smallsmile:

[WindStruck]

Boddynock smiles with more confidence as he sees that he met such a friendly person. "That's one of the things I wanted to know... master Kaan told me that Order got a lot of invitations, I think I expected more of us over here.
... and...
...and...
You look like an experienced knight of Order to me... could you share, how it is to be one, with me who just finished the training?" He adds using the 'Puppy eyes (http://www.drunktiki.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/cute-puppy-eyes.jpg)' ancient technique, he learned from Ardent.

"Master Kaan, eh? I reckon I've heard that name before... He's one o' them higher-ups over in Uthros, ain't he? Well, anyway, I suppose it's normal you don't see many from the order here. It is our jobs to protect, after all, so... a lot of us can't just leave for a few weeks to attend a party!" He lets loose a hearty laugh, complete with a toothy grin, one of which looks chipped.

A server also comes by and he plucks a mini filet mignon off a plate and bites the first half of it, listening to your request for information. He finishes chewing and points a finger at you with the hand still holding the snack, "Well, leme tell ye something. Yer training isn't ever complete! An' I'll warn ya now, it's quite a headache when the city guard starts expectin' ya to do their job!" He chuckles once more, but also shakes his head disapprovingly at the thought and finishes off the piece of meat.


Sorry didnt see the post! :smalleek: But yes, he really would love one... [roll0]

This was probably the best party Derank has been too since cousin Jerank ran off with the chiefs 5th daughter, Alice! They even had guards over there, just like the guards that kept Alice tied up until Jerank cut her free. I wonder if there is a woman tied up behind them too he thinks...

Nah better not. Not without his weapons are any allies.

I honestly wanted him to fail that save :smallsmile:

You know. You CAN check it out if you want to. Erm. I mean. Derank can check it out if he wants to. Yeah. :smallwink:

[Keltaris]

"Haha! Away we go!" He shouts triumphantly, whipping his flaming cloak around him before heading directly for a table stocked with exotic sweets.

I'm going to assume there are some kinds of more dessert like sweets like Turkish Delights and Danishes instead of the more candy like sweets that have featured so far.

Kaad finally moves from the spot he'd been for the past 5-or-so minutes and starts following Manolo, only to stop after a moment to gesture Lori to follow them.

"You coming? I'm sure eating something different than those carrots you've been munching on won't upset that Balance of yours, won't it?"

[TaiLiu]

Kaad finally moves from the spot he'd been for the past 5-or-so minutes and starts following Manolo, only to stop after a moment to gesture Lori to follow them.

"You coming? I'm sure eating something different than those carrots you've been munching on won't upset that Balance of yours, won't it?"

I sighed inwardly. Was he mocking the Balance? Did he not understand the importance of it? The Balance was the path to the truth! Luckily, I kept my composure and followed. The green man had an interesting Balance to him, and I wanted to learn more.

"Carrots are a very Balanced vegetable," I told him.

[Severance28]

Alright, so Severance28:

This time Sam botches the dancing up even further. Thankfully he is agile and not normally a clumsy oaf. You do not step on the girl's feet, but you sure as hell come close. You catch yourself from doing that, but nearly trip instead, making you lunge into her. This leaves you two at a very awkward position in relation to each other, if only for a very brief instant.



Sam blushes again (he's been doing this a lot lately) "Sorry M'lady," Sam says, still trying to speak formally, "please excuse my clumsiness the best you can. I really am enjoying your company" He says with an embarrassed smile.

[WindStruck]

Sam blushes again (he's been doing this a lot lately) "Sorry M'lady," Sam says, still trying to speak formally, "please excuse my clumsiness the best you can. I really am enjoying your company" He says with an embarrassed smile.

She smiles again as you continue dancing and replies, "It's quite alright. Not everyone is a good dancer..." After a brief pause, however, she asks, "So, are you a knight? Or... well, actually I don't even think I've normally heard knights talk that way." She laughs softly and gazes at you.

[Quxelopqr]

"It must be handy to be so small when you don't want to be noticed. How... did you get that way, Sirrah Garret?"

With a smirk, Garret replies "Too much coffee. Stunts our growth." He chuckles to himself at his own brilliance and wit, but then realizes that Faldis wasn't joking. "I've never thought much on it. Halflings are small, we're like half as tall as a human. Suppose that's where the name comes from."

[KillingAScarab]

With a smirk, Garret replies "Too much coffee. Stunts our growth." He chuckles to himself at his own brilliance and wit, but then realizes that Faldis wasn't joking. "I've never thought much on it. Halflings are small, we're like half as tall as a human. Suppose that's where the name comes from."Faldis realized at the chuckling the nature of Garret's joke. When the Halfling was finished, he responded, "In my home village of Barothis, we had no Halflings. Other than the children, I was among the shortest found there. True amongst the Ka--" he paused, remembering the earlier confusion the name caused. "Erm, true amongst my old unit, as far as I know. Is it a Halfling custom for the women to throttle the men, or is Miss Lara just so... spirited?" Faldis was still wondering about the exchange between the two, as he checked over his shoulder to make sure Phim was following well enough. The small blue ball was keeping pace well enough, though it occasionally still hovered around members of the crowd a bit longer than Faldis liked, yet shorter than it would. It flashed a little in what Faldis took to be annoyance at this.

[Zombulian]

I sighed inwardly. Was he mocking the Balance? Did he not understand the importance of it? The Balance was the path to the truth! Luckily, I kept my composure and followed. The green man had an interesting Balance to him, and I wanted to learn more.

"Carrots are a very Balanced vegetable," I told him.

"Well you can keep your balance!" Shoving a creme filled pastry into his mouth and reaching for something strawberry and jellied,"Ahl schtick wif dese."

[Derp]

You're right!:smallwink:

Ah screw it, you only live once!

Walking over to the gates, he asks the guards "Excuse me, could I get through there please?"

[WindStruck]

You're right!:smallwink:

Ah screw it, you only live once!

Walking over to the gates, he asks the guards "Excuse me, could I get through there please?"
First of all, you are inside, so they are doors. And for the most part it's usually two guards at each door.
The guard you approach, who actually seems to be a female elf, questions, "What??" She did hear you just fine, it's just that it's such an odd request from anyone attending the party, and especially from a guy dressed like Derank, who clearly doesn't even look like some sort of official or someone important. An tiny pause later she says, "...no. This is all off limits. Why do you even want to look back here?"

Her partner, just a regular old human guy, doesn't say much, as she's handling you pretty well it seems.

[TaiLiu]

"Well you can keep your balance!" Shoving a creme filled pastry into his mouth and reaching for something strawberry and jellied,"Ahl schtick wif dese."
As the man stuffed his face with cakes, I contemplated his words. He clearly meant something other than what appeared on the surface. "I could keep my Balance...?" What did he mean to say?

I was the Keeper of the Balance, sure - but there had to be more. Was it a metaphor? A pun? It could be all of those things. I decided to put this statement on hold while I thought about this next sentence. It sounded like "I'll stick with these," but that was too obvious. "These." He seemed to be referring to the pastry, though I knew it to be a diversion.

Of course! When he said "these," he meant the Balance. His previous sentence was vague, but he meant that he supported the Balance. Why else would he allow me to keep it? I've figured it out, then: he, too, is a Keeper of the Balance! I decided to check to make certain, just in case I made a mistake.

"These look delicious," I agreed. I picked a small lemon cake up and dropped it onto the ground. "Oh, an error! Could you pick that up for me, please?"

[Severance28]

She smiles again as you continue dancing and replies, "It's quite alright. Not everyone is a good dancer..." After a brief pause, however, she asks, "So, are you a knight? Or... well, actually I don't even think I've normally heard knights talk that way." She laughs softly and gazes at you.

"Oh... Well... Yes! Uhm, no. I'm not a knight. I am a knight in training! Assistant and squire to sir Gallenhad himself. Sam puffs up his chest proudly, while flashing the signet ring he wore: a white rearing horse facing a lance crossing a shield: "This is our crest... The three parts represent the strengths of a knight in battle. The horse represents speed, the lance power, and the shield resilience. It's what every good knight strives for in battle. Or..." Sam says, blushing a little "That's what we're taught, anyway."

[Keltaris]

"All this talk about Balance... but it'd seem like she's the one in need in that department. But still... she seems so convinced...

Kaad smiles as Manolo stuffs his mouth with pastries, then, as he's about to get one for himself, he sees Lori's little mishap and picks up her lemon cake.

"Maybe you should pick another one. These is probably the cleanest floor I've even walked on, but still..."

[WindStruck]

"Oh... Well... Yes! Uhm, no. I'm not a knight. I am a knight in training! Assistant and squire to sir Gallenhad himself. Sam puffs up his chest proudly, while flashing the signet ring he wore: a white rearing horse facing a lance crossing a shield: "This is our crest... The three parts represent the strengths of a knight in battle. The horse represents speed, the lance power, and the shield resilience. It's what every good knight strives for in battle. Or..." Sam says, blushing a little "That's what we're taught, anyway."

The halfling girl continues to listen to you with a smile, dancing with you the entire time. And you continue doing so after. A minute later she speaks up and quietly says, "Um... by the way... my name is Sheena."

[Zombulian]

"All this talk about Balance... but it'd seem like she's the one in need in that department. But still... she seems so convinced...

Kaad smiles as Manolo stuffs his mouth with pastries, then, as he's about to get one for himself, he sees Lori's little mishap and picks up her lemon cake.

"Maybe you should pick another one. These is probably the cleanest floor I've even walked on, but still..."

Manolo stops with a tart half in his mouth, and a scowl begins to form on his brow as he notices the strange actions Lori commited, but it quickly fades as Kaad diffuses the situation.
"Uh, yea. Five second rule and all that..."

[Derp]

"Why wouldn't I want to look back there? Why is it off-limits? How long has it been off-limits?" They all seemed like very simple reasonable questions to Derank. Whether or not they are to the elf girl...

[TaiLiu]

"All this talk about Balance... but it'd seem like she's the one in need in that department. But still... she seems so convinced...

Kaad smiles as Manolo stuffs his mouth with pastries, then, as he's about to get one for himself, he sees Lori's little mishap and picks up her lemon cake.

"Maybe you should pick another one. These is probably the cleanest floor I've even walked on, but still..."

Manolo stops with a tart half in his mouth, and a scowl begins to form on his brow as he notices the strange actions Lori commited, but it quickly fades as Kaad diffuses the situation.
"Uh, yea. Five second rule and all that..."
No! The green man had disrupted the testing! I had to try again. In a rapid gesture, I snatched my cake back and dropped it once more.
Bluff: [roll0]

[WindStruck]

"Why wouldn't I want to look back there? Why is it off-limits? How long has it been off-limits?" They all seemed like very simple reasonable questions to Derank. Whether or not they are to the elf girl...

The guard gives you an aggravated sigh and responds, "Because it's none of your business! That's why! Look, sometimes we allow visitors to sightsee around the palace, but we just can't with so many people tonight, ok?"

[Zombulian]

No! The green man had disrupted the testing! I had to try again. In a rapid gesture, I snatched my cake back and dropped it once more.
Bluff: [roll0]

Yeah okay, no. Indignant fury welling up inside, Manolo puts his cake down, and reaches for the pastry on the floor.
"You want it? Here!"

Attempt to smush cake into Lori's face. Attack roll? Touch attack?

[WindStruck]

Yeah okay, no. Indignant fury welling up inside, Manolo puts his cake down, and reaches for the pastry on the floor.
"You want it? Here!"

Attempt to smush cake into Lori's face. Attack roll? Touch attack?

Uh, sure. :smallsmile: lol
It'll just be a touch attack. Even if you don't get the face well... you'll get something unless it misses completely. Need a 9...

[roll0]

Aaand let the fun begin! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U104DXEYHbA

[TaiLiu]

Yeah okay, no. Indignant fury welling up inside, Manolo puts his cake down, and reaches for the pastry on the floor.
"You want it? Here!"

Attempt to smush cake into Lori's face. Attack roll? Touch attack?
That was certainly not the method Balancers used. I was mistaken, then - he was not an agent of the Balance. I put my hands onto my face and instinctively muttered a few words in Draconic. It was clean a few moments later, but I still had a question.

"What was that for?"
Lori casts Prestidigitation on herself.