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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 23, 2016 20:06:18 GMT
Lucy, a small child seems to be sheepishly following you around the inn, doing her best to stay out of sight. However, you can catch her out of the corner of your eye, she seems fascinated by your light spell.
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Post by corvus9 on Mar 24, 2016 2:11:14 GMT
"What is the cost of an ale here?" says Alain to the boy. He has sidled up to the counter while scanning the crowd, looking for a half-elf he remembers. His eyes pass over the portrait hanging over the mantle, and his face arches pleasantly. He is playing lightly with a coin, a plain copper, fluttering it between his fingers.
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Post by Lucy Lightbringer on Mar 24, 2016 3:09:02 GMT
Upon noticing the child following my patrol around the inn Lucy had an idea.
With her back to the girl, she casts dancing lights, summoning four globes of light in her hands. Turning towards the girl Lucy kneels down and blows at the light globes, sending them floating towards the girl. Lucy, seeing the girl fascinated and delighted by the lights, begins to spin them around the girl, causing the girl to twirl and dance within their glow.
Lucy approaches the girl and once the lights disappear she kneels before the girl and introduces her self, "Hi, I'm Lucy Lightbringer, what's your name?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 24, 2016 14:32:39 GMT
Daneyo eyes the coin in Alain's hand than pulls up a wooden cup from underneath the counter.
For a copper....ya can drink the swill Zimmy's always telling me I can have. Different cost for different drinks. Anywhere from a copper to a gold. Platinum if ya wanna buy some elven brandy. I like Dwarfbeard the best, then again, I'm drinkin it for free. Cost a silver a pour, but if ya ain't got any dwarf in ya blood, one pours all ya need!
He takes another long drink and grins.
As for food. Like I said, ya wanna try an omelette. Zimmy can stuff it with whatever ya want.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 24, 2016 14:41:18 GMT
The young girl seems lost in the lights and doesn't respond to your question. Upon a gentle repeat, she stops spinning and looks at you.
Lucy...that's my name too!
She looks at the lights and then at your staff with a gem in it.
Are you...a... wizard?
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Post by Cade Blackholt on Mar 24, 2016 15:28:17 GMT
As Cade is looking around inside the inn, looking for a seat, he sees his companion at the bar and heads over to join him. Just then the large cook enters the back room, the swinging doors banging. Those paying close attention notice Cade jump a little and his face takes on a decidedly fox like shape, growing furry ears and his mouth and nose morph a bit, but it only lasts a second. Cade takes his seat as nothing happened, "so what's the damage for a chicken and cheese omelet?"
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Post by Lucy Lightbringer on Mar 24, 2016 15:44:18 GMT
Lucy giggles at the little girl, also named Lucy. "Lucy, what a pretty name. No I am not a wizard, or a witch, although some might call me that. I am...special. This is Lumi" She points to the ball of light above her shoulder Lumi is a small chunk of The Light, and it is from there that I gain my abilities. We have a rapport, a sort of understanding of each other. I am but a vessel for which The Light can be spread across Arcanos. Have you heard of The Light Lucy?
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Post by corvus9 on Mar 24, 2016 17:24:31 GMT
Alain gives a wry smile and makes the copper disappear. He draws out a pair of silvers instead. An ale and a chicken omelette for me then. Whatever can be covered by these. Is Pearl about?
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 24, 2016 21:45:02 GMT
{Spoiler}Lucy talking to Lucy I think so. Light like the sola and a candle? Is Lumi ...alive?
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 24, 2016 21:55:34 GMT
Ya'll can get a chicken omelette and a round of GatorAle for two silver. Gator's good with eggs.
He pours three mugs and places one in front of each of you. He shouts to the back kitchen for 3 omelettes with chicken. He then finishes off his drink, cleans it, and places it back where he got it. He makes small talk with you all about your travels and such. A few moments later Zimmy returns and places an omelette the size of a buckler in front of you.
Enjoy! he says almost like a command.
I'm not sure Pearl is up quite yet. She's a night owl for sure. That's fixing to change though come tomorrow...
Yeh, yeh, Daneyo. Time fer ye te get back te thee farm. And don't think I can't smell that stout on ye breath!
Zimmy chases Daneyo out from behind the bar with a rag. The lad ducks a few swats and then scampers out of the Tavern.
So, looken fer Pearl are yee?
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Post by Cade Blackholt on Mar 25, 2016 1:09:27 GMT
The delicious smell of eggs and chicken cooked to perfection are enough to push Cade over the edge and he dives into his food face first. "Yummmm this has to be the best eggs I have ever had" he exclaims, oblivious to everything not food.
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Post by Lucy Lightbringer on Mar 25, 2016 2:36:22 GMT
Lucy smiles at the young girl "Lumi is...special. Lumi isn't alive like you and I are, instead Lumi is a part of The Light is life. Sola and candles are aspects of The Light, but Lumi is part of the The Light. Are your parents in here Lucy, are you hungry?"
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Post by jarek on Mar 25, 2016 6:14:13 GMT
Jarke has been busy eating omelettes for 2 to notice any of the nonsense in the black Mariah. He looks up breufly and asks for an ale and two more omelettes.
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Post by corvus9 on Mar 25, 2016 15:55:03 GMT
I am at that, says Alain in response to Zimmy. I have business I wish to discuss with her. When she has time. Tell her the apprentice of Ingram wishes to speak with her.
Alain takes his food and ale and begins to eat, at a much more leisurely pace than his companions.
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Post by jarek on Mar 26, 2016 2:06:43 GMT
As Jarke finishes up his 2 ales and 4 omelettes, he slides over the proper amount of coppers/terras/silvers across the bar. After wiping the rest of the eggs from his grease-stained mouth with a handkerchief, he finally begins to get his bearings.
While Jarke sees Cade and Alain still working on their omelettes and Lucy playing queerly with a young girl, his attention falls to a couple of scruffy-looking nerfherders playing cards in the corner. And starts to taunt the 3 men.
"Cards in the morning eh? Think you're going to win it big with you 3 shuffling your petty fortunes around. How about you do yourselves a favor, stop wasting your time and go out and earn some money"
The men clearly don't take kindly to the insult and resort in kind all talking over each other "Oh yeah, big words dragon-freak, better shut-up if you know what's good for you." "How about you cram your omelette hole." "You talk big, but if think we're so stupid, how about you come pull-up a chair and join us for a hand."
Jarke responds to the last comment. "You are stupid, I'm a prophet so it's my destiny to win a hand against the likes of you three. But if you're so desperate to lose, I'll take the bait."
Jarke pulls out a few Lunas/silvers as he sits down at the table and tosses them into the center. As the cards are dealt, Jarke smiles and looks around at the men at the table. "Any of you know the tale of Jarek the last dragonborn prophet?"
One man shrugs, one shakes his head, and the other says, "I try to avoid Dragonborn personally."
The cards are flopped and Jarke seems not to pay much attention In fact, he doesn't even look at the hand he was dealt. As the next 3 rounds go by, Jarke begins to tell the tale of his mentor of hundreds of years ago, Jarek the Dragonborn!
"Jarek was a dragonborn that was a hero to all, human, dragon, elf, dwarf, all bowed to him and his power. Each of your grandparent's grandparents were probably saved by will of Jarek and companions. And he is now a part of me. You know how I know this?" Jarke rubs a ring on his hand and whispers in hushed tones "I know what each of you is thinking, you're thinking that maybe I'm crazy or..." Jarke's pupils turn from dark discs to a vibrant blood red "you've come to realize the truth, I am the next dragonborn prophet. Remember me."
All four players flip their cards...
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