[Game Thread] Chapter 1: A Sorcerer's Request

[rngrbob]

You pc's have been staying with in Cadrron's Port's local inn an tavern The Dragons Eye or Dragons Eye called by most of the residents and various unscrupulous patrons from the docks for the last six days. The Dragons eye has been fairly crowded do to a few ships (three to four) docked or anchored with in the port. Few races you have seen have been from far off harbor. Mostly though the sea side village is home to humans, by no means though the inhabitants aren't prejudice against other races. With a few half-elves and a small other races made their home with in the village.

Cadrron's Port still has have problems between the villagers, the ships crews and highway men. Do to the fact the king considers the village a frontier settlement on the Varanthian coastline and its notorious nature with the ships that dock with in its harbor. As all of your pc's have been looking for work to help them pay for their way at the tavern and keep food in their bellies. Which is a good time for your characters to be properly introduced to each other if you haven't yet. Dragons Eye is maned by a male human barkeep, with food and drink orders handled by a female barmaid.

[Ryuken]

Amalia hadn't imagined her journey like this. She'd barely traveled at all and already got stuck in this town. But without some more coin she didn't dare to move foward, especially without knowing which direction she wanted to go. So she stayed - longer than she'd originally anticipated to be in any one place when she first left her small home town.
At least this place was somewhat bigger, more people, more races, more interesting things to see. And this tavern wasn't too bad either, with the sailors and the occasional bard to tell tales or sing song of distant places and great adventures.

So once again, the beautiful young woman sat at a table in the Dragons Eye, watched some labourers from the docks argue with two seamen about the plausability of a -from what she'd heard - preposterous but still entertaining story of their journey.
From time to time she was approached by harbormen or sailors, who couldn't resist to try to get to know the girl with the charming smile and long blonde hair a little better. But she rejected all the almost certainly pure heartly intended offers to buy her drinks. On one ocassion with a particular persistent Sailor who just came into town, she had to mutter a small prestidigitation spell and let it appear as if he'd just soiled himself while talking to her. When the others around them started pointing and laughing even this drunk noticed the dark spot between his legs and staggered away.
Yes, it was good and fun here, but still, Amalia couldn't help to feel, she ought to do something else. If not for her self-fulfillment, then at least for her purse which started to look a little empty after so much time without so kind of work.

So the young human kept an eye open for any other new arrivals in The Dragons Eye.

[OodSigma]

Letus was enjoying a small meal in the corner of the tavern. The hood of the gnome, in conjunction with the shadow of the corner, made his face nearly impossible to make out. The humans avoided him, as they do most shadowy figures. But as they'd walk by they turned and felt a draw towards him that they couldn't place. Rumors began to circulate. One, from a man claiming to have peaked under the hood, says that the most beautiful face lies underneath it, another that there is nothing at all in its shadows. But the most popular this night was of piercing silver eyes. As the gnome finishes his meal he takes out a pipe, packs it, lights it, and smoke begins to fill his corner.

When his bowl was near burnt he witnessed a curious thing. A drunken sailor had approached a curiously attractive blond. The sailor's determination was admirable but his approach all wrong. When Letus Normally this would require a Spellcraft check I know. But the DC would be 10 and I have a Spellcraft of 10 so I can't fail it...saw the woman play a rather dirty trick on the man he couldn't stifle a chuckle. He cleaned his pipe and stowed it in his cloak. He readjusted his mask, pulling it over his face and approached the woman's table. He sat opposite of her positioning himself so his eyes caught the light just right to shine silver and put one elbow on the table and supported his chin in his hand. He sat a moment in silence. Then he spoke in an eerily seductive voice, "You know, stranger, I saw what you did to that sailor, these eyes see very well in this place and I have to say, it wasn't very nice."

[Ryuken]

At some point, Amalia noticed the small, shadowy figure steering towards her. And despite his eerieness, she was happy he came. He seemed like a rather interesting character. And although it was a little damperon her ego, she also noticed that much of the general attention, which was on her - as it ought to be - was diverted when he moved through the crowd.
With a smile and curious looking eyes she spied on him, trying to get a better glimpse under the hood, she waited impatiently til he finally spoke. Then she grinned.

You must have good eyes indeed, my good sir. But I beg to differ, it was the kindest treatment I could think of. That was just little public humiliation, no harm done, and he probably won't see any of these people again after he sets sail again. But maybe it taught him to go easy on the ale. Maybe he won't get this drunk again and maybe he can therefore avoid being caught in a fight or accident. Maybe I just saved him. Maybe, he even ought to thank me, she laughed with a charming, almost child-like innocence.

[OodSigma]

"Well then you have to much faith in that man. He's been like this a dozen times and will a dozen times again. Letus," the gnome bows his head a bit and flourishes his hand before returning to his hand on chin posture. He notices her hair's tendency to move and the rich blue of her eyes. He attempts to divine her origins as he waits for her name.

[Ryuken]

Amalia Galen. It's a pleasure to meet you, Letus, she replied with a nod that led her hair to dance even more. The way she'd used her magic was obviously different from wizardry and with her appearance it wasn't too hard for the gnome to think of the blood of some elemental being -or whatever flows within such creatures really- flowing in her veins.
Well, if he is for whatever reason resistant to learning, that would hardly be my mistake now, would it?, she added with a shrug of her shoulders. I take it you've been here some time if you can jugde him so confidently?

[OodSigma]

"Never seen him before in my life. I have a...let's call it a gift, of prophetic origin. A man like him? It's quite easy to see his past and future."

[Ryuken]

I see. So you're some kind of fortune-teller? And what can you tell me about my future?, she asked amused.

[OodSigma]

"Ah, you mock me but I assure you I jest not. Now about your future? Well that's why I came over here. Your, how should I put it, elemental nature, makes it very difficult to see your time. But, I know my own role in time very well and I know that we will be very important to each other very soon. You are here looking for work, as am I. And we'll find it, together. After all, an elemental sorceress like yourself and a...well, and me? Who could say no to that?"

[Ryuken]

Amalia laughed. "My apologies. I didn't mean to mock you. I really was curious about what you see in my future." Somehow she didn't seem to be even the slightest unsettled by his knowlegde of her. If anything that made that gnome even more interesting. Without second thought she decided, it would be fun to stick around him for a while.

So she nodded.

"I can hardly imagine anyone in their right mind saying no to a team like us. I hope you're right though about we will find something to do here soon."

[nyttyn]

Decarde walks into the tavern quietly, his presence being immediatly identifaible by the... it's hard to put your finger on it, but aura of goodthe man just radiates the essence of good itself. A purring white cat is snuggling itself against the man's neck, serving as an impromptu scarf. He idly strokes the cat as he takes a seat at the bar, smiling at the barmaid and flagging her down for "Two drinks, fine miss." The cat slinks its way onto the surface of the bar, idly watching the patrons of the bar with warm, crimson eyes.

The man is just as idle as his cat, taking stock of every person at the bar. The cat purrs all of a sudden, its gaze rested upon Amalia and Letus. Decarde holds out a finger, muttering to the cat "What, do you like them?" The cat strokes its head against Decarde's outstreched finger, as if to confirm his question. Nodding, Decarde calls back out to the barmiad, saying "Oh, and miss, one for the gnome and the lady. On me, of course." He makes his way over to the two, his cat curled back around his neck as he outstreches his hand "Hello, it seems like my cat has taken a liking to the both of you. I'm Decarde Leblanc, Paladin of Pelor." His cat is suddenly upon the table next to Amalia, stroking itself against the woman's side. "And that is Mittens. My cat." The cat purrs, as if to confirm Decarde's statement.

[OodSigma]

"For example, we are about to be graced by a servant of Pelor. An admirable god indeed." Letus turns as the vampire approaches. He shifts in his seat, slightly perturbed by the undead. "It is good to meet you Leblanc...You have a smell about you, why not tell us what you are? Let's make a deal, you tell us what you are, I tell you what I am? We are both very special creatures, might as well trade secrets."

 

Dice * Diplomacy: to convince Leblanc to reveal his vampire nature in case he does not want to.:

1d20+14

(1)+14

Total = 15

Also, Nyttyn, could you make your Char sheet public? I did not delete rolls, I changed the spelling of "Leblanc" in the name of the roll, also sorry for not putting the roll in the dice thread, my bad, I'll try not to do that again.

Warning: rolls have been deleted from this post.

[nyttyn]

Decarde stares at Letus like he's utterly insane "...I'm a male paladin of Pelor. What more is there to say? What, do you want to know my kinks? Well...if you must know...."

Decarde goes on in great depth his favorite sexual kinks and natures, much to the chargin of Letus. The gnome would do well to better phrase his words next time....

OOC DC 15 Will save to not take 1 point of temporary(1d4 hours) wis damage. The sheet has been made public

[Ryuken]

Amalia was just about to introduce herself, too, to the approaching man with the adorable little cat. But before she could do so he started rambling narcissistically about all kinds of weird stuff no one had asked him about. The young sorceress didn't listen too long and instead exchanged glances with the cat, smiled at her and enjoyed the look on the cats face when it noticed her ever moving hair.
Then her eyes wandered elsewhere as her mind tried to find something else to amuse itself. She looked to the ground where Decardes feet met the ground. And there she noticed he casted no shadow, which spurred her curiousity once again. She gazed into the mans face, still without really listening, and tried to figure out the reason.

Could that be a vampire? My grandfather told me, they have no shadows, didn't he? But he also said they were mindless bloodsucking creatures of pure evil ... he don't seem like that at all. And Pelor surely would't have one as a paladin if they were like that. Maybe I should order some garlic to see if he runs away?

 

will save = 19
taking 10 to spot the missing shadow
knowlegde religion about vampires = 12 = very basic stuff and superstitions

[rngrbob]

The barmaid brings Leblanc's and Letus' drinks, as Leblanc goes into great detail on his person bedding practices. The barmaid blushes slightly as the mention of the topic spilling the drinks slightly as she sets on the table. "I'm so sorry for your drinks sir. I apologize for spilling them, forgive me." In a her child like voice. Even though she's heard those practices before from the sailors the patronize the Dragons Eye. "If you like I can get some fresh ones." she smiled at Leblanc and Letus.