Would Margerie being Bartholomew's daughter be ok with you or would that throw off any plans you have for her?
Oh, that'd actually be pretty cool. I don't mind at all ^^
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Oh, that'd actually be pretty cool. I don't mind at all ^^
Post, and a small head's up: I might be a little less active this week. Going for a small holiday, though I will still have time and the ability to access the internet (hopefully, at least).
Great Bazaar, Market Ward, Sigil
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki
The hag gestures towards the display cases in front of her, all filled with different types of ice cream. "My special recipe," she explains. "Each imbued with some of my own magic, to give other spell-casters a bit of edge in a fight." She gives a grin, revealing a gap in her teeth. "Oh and if my customers are to be believed, they taste pretty good too." She gives another cackle before turning her eyes towards Mariel. "Well, you can never be too careful in the Outlands. All sorts of things can be found there. It is connected to all the other Outer Planes, after all." She shrugs. "Plus, if this portal to Tradegate is here to stay, we gotta find ways to live with it." She then looks over each of the group as a whole. "So, what it'll be? Each scoop is normally one silver piece, but like I said, you gotta special deal today. Oh and they come in all different flavors, each costing the same."
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999 @Fading Memory
Riaen raises an eyebrow. "Ah, another lot headed to the Outlands," she says, somewhat wearily. "Well at least, you're polite about it, which is more than I can say for some of the other folks I've had to deal with this week." She turns away for a moment to go get the group's order.
Once she's a little ways away, Ulgad leans over and whispers to Fyodor and Wynvere. "You two sure you're okay paying for this?" he asks, though probably not as softly and quietly as he was attempting. "I could give some money back if you'd like."
A minute or so later, Riaen returns with a pitcher and four glasses. As she's pouring the wine, she informs the group of the same thing that Zaraknyvr was told by the bouncer: there's a large barrel of wine down in the cellar which acts a portal to Revelhome, the most popular tavern in the gate-town of Ecstasy. "Madame Millani runs the place," Riaen tells the Bleakers. "Good sort, had a lot of good dealings with her, specially since this portal first showed up. Heard she's swift to take care of rowdy customers though, so take care not to piss her off."
"Skeptic?" Tabiah looks mildly amused by Zaraknyvr's description of her. "I suppose that is one word for what I am." She's taking another sip of her drink as Zaraknyvr asks her about the portal key, and with her free hand, she quickly produces a polished greenish-grey pebble and holds it up for he drow to see. Once she places her now nearly-empty glass back on the table, she speaks once more. "I wouldn't come here without it. While I do frequent this establishment, I rarely do so without a destination in mind, and I always make sure to come prepared. The staff so rarely have spare portal keys just on hand, not even Riaen." Tabiah nods her head over to where the tavern's proprietor is serving the Bleakers. As she does, her eyes hover over Fyodor and his group for a moment, likely also overhearing that they are headed the same way. She doesn't seem at all bothered by this. In fact, that same vaguely amused smile appears on her face again as she looks at them.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
Arndell handed the halfling a couple of gold pieces at Raella's request, which the halfling proceeds to look a for a moment before shrugging and pocketing them. As Arndell hurries to follow after his lady, the pair might just be able to hear the halfling muttering, "Well, this'll be interesting."
As Raella approached the tent, she quickly notices there are several smaller tents surrounding it, all obscured by the fog which seems to be growing thicker by the moment. In front of the main tent, there is a small campfire being set up by a few people who could be guards, though they don't seem particularly invested in their job. A bugbear man in a mud-stained cloak in trying to light the fire, but the fog seems to have rendered the materials damp enough that it is hindering his attempts. Sitting on a fallen log, a dwarf warrior is being tended to by a somewhat scrawny half-orc. Most of the dwarf's face seems to be swelling up, as if he has been stung by something, and the half-orc is attempting to apply some sort of salve. The dwarf looks less than grateful, cursing loudly every time the half-orc gets too close to him.
"Harmyr, I was barely even touching you that time," the half-orc says.
"You're breathing on me too much," the dwarf Harmyr shouts back. "I don't need your fussing, you hear?!"
A few feet away, a brass dragonborn woman dressed in animal furs is pacing back and forth. Unlike most dragonborn Raella has likely seen, this one has a tail and it's swishing back and forth like that of an agitated cat. Eventually, the bugbear calls over to her. "Fire's a no-go! Therlxora, mind actually doing something useful and giving a helping hand?" the bugbear asks.
The dragonborn, Therlxora, does not cease her pacing. "I'm not wasting my fire just because you pansies can't handle uncooked meat!" she practically spits back. "Not when there's better things I could be using it for." As she's saying this, she seems to spot Raella heading their way and a nasty grin forms on her face. She quickly paces over to the girl, intercepting her so she's in between Raella and the camp. "What do you want?" she growls.
While his expression is hidden by his helmet, it's not difficult to see how giddy Vivir is made as Zyrech shows off his makeshift electrical attack, and he listens intently as Tanrith lists off the mechanical dragon's other abilities. Eventually, Vivir withdraws and returns to his spot next to Rhuk. "How come we don't make stuff like that in our forge?" he asks his companion.
Rhuk shrugs. "You're asking the wrong person, bud," they say. "Take it up with one of the blacksmiths, or heck even Pentar or one of the Doomlords."
"I'm not sure they'd go for it," Faelee interjects as she stands up back to her full height, taking a moment to dust the dirt off the bottom of her robe. "While they are always interested in new weapon designs, I find they tend to prefer things they can produce quickly and in bulk." She looks over to Tanrith. "I imagine it takes a good amount of time and precision to make something like that." When the kobold apologises to Sarceron, Faelee gives a chuckle. "Oh don't worry about his distaste. If it doesn't serve his sect or goddess, it very rarely interests him." While she is smiling and her words seem innocent enough, it doesn't take much for Tanrith to note there is a slight pointedness in what she just said towards the other firbolg.
Sarceron must have noticed it too, because his jaw clenches slightly. However, if Faelee is trying to bait him into an argument, he doesn't take it, and simply address Tanrith. "If what you say is true and your machine does no harm to the environment, then I suppose I have no real problem with it," he says. While he did seem initially angry at the kobold when he approached them, it's obvious that Sarceron bears Tanrith and Zyrech no real ill will, and any hostility he is showing is not meant for either of them. Sarceron himself even seems to become aware of this once Tanrith apologised, and is trying to reel back his antagonism.
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki
The hag gestures towards the display cases in front of her, all filled with different types of ice cream. "My special recipe," she explains. "Each imbued with some of my own magic, to give other spell-casters a bit of edge in a fight." She gives a grin, revealing a gap in her teeth. "Oh and if my customers are to be believed, they taste pretty good too." She gives another cackle before turning her eyes towards Mariel. "Well, you can never be too careful in the Outlands. All sorts of things can be found there. It is connected to all the other Outer Planes, after all." She shrugs. "Plus, if this portal to Tradegate is here to stay, we gotta find ways to live with it." She then looks over each of the group as a whole. "So, what it'll be? Each scoop is normally one silver piece, but like I said, you gotta special deal today. Oh and they come in all different flavors, each costing the same."
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999 @Fading Memory
Riaen raises an eyebrow. "Ah, another lot headed to the Outlands," she says, somewhat wearily. "Well at least, you're polite about it, which is more than I can say for some of the other folks I've had to deal with this week." She turns away for a moment to go get the group's order.
Once she's a little ways away, Ulgad leans over and whispers to Fyodor and Wynvere. "You two sure you're okay paying for this?" he asks, though probably not as softly and quietly as he was attempting. "I could give some money back if you'd like."
A minute or so later, Riaen returns with a pitcher and four glasses. As she's pouring the wine, she informs the group of the same thing that Zaraknyvr was told by the bouncer: there's a large barrel of wine down in the cellar which acts a portal to Revelhome, the most popular tavern in the gate-town of Ecstasy. "Madame Millani runs the place," Riaen tells the Bleakers. "Good sort, had a lot of good dealings with her, specially since this portal first showed up. Heard she's swift to take care of rowdy customers though, so take care not to piss her off."
"Skeptic?" Tabiah looks mildly amused by Zaraknyvr's description of her. "I suppose that is one word for what I am." She's taking another sip of her drink as Zaraknyvr asks her about the portal key, and with her free hand, she quickly produces a polished greenish-grey pebble and holds it up for he drow to see. Once she places her now nearly-empty glass back on the table, she speaks once more. "I wouldn't come here without it. While I do frequent this establishment, I rarely do so without a destination in mind, and I always make sure to come prepared. The staff so rarely have spare portal keys just on hand, not even Riaen." Tabiah nods her head over to where the tavern's proprietor is serving the Bleakers. As she does, her eyes hover over Fyodor and his group for a moment, likely also overhearing that they are headed the same way. She doesn't seem at all bothered by this. In fact, that same vaguely amused smile appears on her face again as she looks at them.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
Arndell handed the halfling a couple of gold pieces at Raella's request, which the halfling proceeds to look a for a moment before shrugging and pocketing them. As Arndell hurries to follow after his lady, the pair might just be able to hear the halfling muttering, "Well, this'll be interesting."
As Raella approached the tent, she quickly notices there are several smaller tents surrounding it, all obscured by the fog which seems to be growing thicker by the moment. In front of the main tent, there is a small campfire being set up by a few people who could be guards, though they don't seem particularly invested in their job. A bugbear man in a mud-stained cloak in trying to light the fire, but the fog seems to have rendered the materials damp enough that it is hindering his attempts. Sitting on a fallen log, a dwarf warrior is being tended to by a somewhat scrawny half-orc. Most of the dwarf's face seems to be swelling up, as if he has been stung by something, and the half-orc is attempting to apply some sort of salve. The dwarf looks less than grateful, cursing loudly every time the half-orc gets too close to him.
"Harmyr, I was barely even touching you that time," the half-orc says.
"You're breathing on me too much," the dwarf Harmyr shouts back. "I don't need your fussing, you hear?!"
A few feet away, a brass dragonborn woman dressed in animal furs is pacing back and forth. Unlike most dragonborn Raella has likely seen, this one has a tail and it's swishing back and forth like that of an agitated cat. Eventually, the bugbear calls over to her. "Fire's a no-go! Therlxora, mind actually doing something useful and giving a helping hand?" the bugbear asks.
The dragonborn, Therlxora, does not cease her pacing. "I'm not wasting my fire just because you pansies can't handle uncooked meat!" she practically spits back. "Not when there's better things I could be using it for." As she's saying this, she seems to spot Raella heading their way and a nasty grin forms on her face. She quickly paces over to the girl, intercepting her so she's in between Raella and the camp. "What do you want?" she growls.
While his expression is hidden by his helmet, it's not difficult to see how giddy Vivir is made as Zyrech shows off his makeshift electrical attack, and he listens intently as Tanrith lists off the mechanical dragon's other abilities. Eventually, Vivir withdraws and returns to his spot next to Rhuk. "How come we don't make stuff like that in our forge?" he asks his companion.
Rhuk shrugs. "You're asking the wrong person, bud," they say. "Take it up with one of the blacksmiths, or heck even Pentar or one of the Doomlords."
"I'm not sure they'd go for it," Faelee interjects as she stands up back to her full height, taking a moment to dust the dirt off the bottom of her robe. "While they are always interested in new weapon designs, I find they tend to prefer things they can produce quickly and in bulk." She looks over to Tanrith. "I imagine it takes a good amount of time and precision to make something like that." When the kobold apologises to Sarceron, Faelee gives a chuckle. "Oh don't worry about his distaste. If it doesn't serve his sect or goddess, it very rarely interests him." While she is smiling and her words seem innocent enough, it doesn't take much for Tanrith to note there is a slight pointedness in what she just said towards the other firbolg.
Sarceron must have noticed it too, because his jaw clenches slightly. However, if Faelee is trying to bait him into an argument, he doesn't take it, and simply address Tanrith. "If what you say is true and your machine does no harm to the environment, then I suppose I have no real problem with it," he says. While he did seem initially angry at the kobold when he approached them, it's obvious that Sarceron bears Tanrith and Zyrech no real ill will, and any hostility he is showing is not meant for either of them. Sarceron himself even seems to become aware of this once Tanrith apologised, and is trying to reel back his antagonism.
@Abstract Proxy Just asking so I'm clear: who is Mariel directing her question towards?
Right, I think I have enough to work with for the next post, so I'll say I'll have something up tomorrow.
@Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki If there's anything you want your characters to add, you still have some time. If not, that's fine too, I can just have the bheur hag respond to Beigeiros' question.
@Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki If there's anything you want your characters to add, you still have some time. If not, that's fine too, I can just have the bheur hag respond to Beigeiros' question.
Sorry, meant to post in the last couple of days but suddenly came down with something. Still not feeling great, but I'm getting better at least. I'll definitely have a response in soon for sure!
Totally understandable, sorry you're not feeling great. And like Rush said, I hope you feel better soon.
Jill Brookes
Location: Abandoned Stellar Toy Co. Factory Mentions: @Savo @Rune_Alchemist @Vertigo @Crusader Lord
After her initial greeting towards Clarissa, Jill had become uncharacteristically quiet as she watched her companions talk amongst themselves. Something was not adding up here. Despite not commenting on it, she had in fact noticed increasing hostility between Yuu and Chloe on their trek through the factory. She'd been hoping it was nothing. She was hoping she'd imagined it. She was hoping it would stop eventually.
It hadn't.
Obviously Yuu hadn't been the nicest to Jill when they first met, but the ninja girl was used to that. People seemed to get exasperated with her very easily. Even her beloved grandparents had moments where their expression showed a clear... frustration... disappointment? Some kind of emotion that Jill couldn't quite identify but definitely made her stomach sink. They were always apologising for her, always telling her to slow down, telling her to consider other people. She did try to consider other people, but it didn't to seem to make a difference. That's why she was so surprised when she'd first befriended Zeph, and now when Chloe had so quickly taken her under her wing. She really wasn't used to such unflinching and complete acceptance.
That's why, when Yuu had immediately made some unprovoked rude comments towards Chloe that Jill had been incredibly confused. The other girl hadn't even had a chance to say anything before Yuu seemed to pass judgement on her, and it was strange. Jill hadn't known Chloe that long but in that time, she'd been nothing but nice to her, and had been so eager to come along and help Clarissa when she needed it. Obviously, she'd been a bit rude to Yuu, but in her defense, he had been rude first. None of this made sense, and after a bit, Jill had just started to wonder if Yuu was like this to everyone.
Then Clarissa had shown up, and that theory was dashed. Yuu seemed completely different, much nicer, much more complimentary, moreso than he'd been to even Remi and Nevine, who he'd seemed mildly more tolerant of during their fight. And while Clarissa seemed like a nice enough person, Jill couldn't really identify anything off the bat that would make Yuu substantially nicer to her than to anyone else they'd met.
Then Yuu glanced in her and Chloe's direction and she realised he was talking about her. Huh? She quickly rewound the conversation in her head. Something about... contests? Oh yeah, she'd heard of contests. She'd even seen a few on television. They seemed pretty cool. She definitely wouldn't mind trying one at least once. Chloe in particular seemed interested so she'd like to go along just to support her.
She was about to open her mouth to speak when Chloe seemed to noticed her snubbull wasn't by her side, and quickly excused herself from the group to chase after her Pokemon, leaving her alone with Yuu and Clarissa. Jill glanced between the two of them, then in the direction Chloe had gone, considering what she should do.
"You know," she said suddenly towards Yuu. "You really should be nicer to Chloe. She's not a bad person, and it's not fair for you to treat her like one." And without further elaboration or even waiting for a response, she scooped up Aster in her arms and then went after Chloe.
Oleander, who had been floating quietly during this whole conversation, glanced dully in the direction of Jill as she ran off. They didn't make any move to follow, just watched her go off as if considering something.
Jub the Peculiar
"Well, if he lives here in the Plane of Air, it's likely he has some way to get around this place. Maybe another balloon or something that we can borrow," Jub quickly cut in after Brutrumukk's question, trying very hard to make sure the gnome's mannerisms didn't offend or upset anyone. "Worst come to worst, I can try and fly us out of here. But whether he can help us or not, there is something you might be able to help us with... well, specifically me. If you can summon a familiar, you wouldn't happen to have the components for doing so? I, err, lost my familiar about..." He paused, suddenly realising he didn't actually know how long had past since they had been at the Carnival. "Couple of days ago? Maybe three?" He shook his head. "Hard to keep track, but let's just say, longer than I think she'd be happy with, and I have been unable to resummon her since so... if you have any of those to spare, that would be really helpful."
Thank you!
That is a 16 on Arcana. ^_^
Aaliyah has heard a decent amount about bheur hags as they dwell in cold areas, for example, the Frostfell, the para-elemental plane of ice that exists between the Plane of Air and the Plane of Water. She might have even seen a couple in the distance flying on a magic staff away from Ishaan's palace, though I doubt she's met any in person, and is mostly going by what Ishaan and other members of the palace have told her.
Bheur hags are typically chaotic evil, and are considered cruel even by hag standards. They are attracted to selfish actions inspired by the cold, especially if said actions are unwarranted. They themselves have been known to become more active during the winter, and like to use their ice magic to make nearby settlements miserable. It is a point of debate whether bheur hags are simply attracted to the cold or if they perhaps bring the cold weather with them.
Despite their cruel personalities, however, even Ishaan has to admit they have great knowledge and wisdom, particularly when it comes to nature and survival, and people will occasionally seek them out for said knowlege.
Hm...so before I make my post @XxFellsingxX Tanrith has Lightning-based Cantrips in Shocking Grasp and Lightning Lure. Would it be possible for Tanrith to flavor these cantrips as being channeled through Zyrech while Tanrith is mounted or otherwise standing with/beside him? It'll still use Tanrith's modifiers and DC and such since he's the one initiating the spell, and it wouldn't alter range if they're right beside each other or if he's mounted. So it should just be a flavor-only alteration here.
If not, I'm totally fine leaving it RAW as well~
That will alter how Tanrith answers their questions~
You know what? Go for it. That sounds pretty cool.
@XxFellsingxX Could Aaliyah roll something to see what she knows about bheur hags?
Sure, roll me an Arcana check.
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