Re: ALL THE THINGS (ATT: A D&D RPG) - Let's get ready to rumble!

[Ryqoshay]

   Yvonne begins to feast, but the halfling's music stirs her. She ends up shoving things down instead of savoring every bite, as the sounds penetrate her to the core. Finally, she can resist no more, and makes haste to the bard's side. She makes her request and begins to sing along while dancing and twirling through the air around him. It is by no means a memorable performance, but this time, it is not for the audience, but for her own enjoyment.
   No less than an hour later, the halfling announces the end of his show, and the now exhausted fey makes her way to the bank of rooms Rhyhorn has reserved. Paying little heed to whose room it was beyond knowing it was one her friends, she makes for the mantle and settles down for the night.

[Celdia]

Apologies, gang. Shit came up. My posts are going to be delayed.

[Celdia]

          The following morning, following the scent of breakfast foods from the common room below, you find Xavier sitting alone at a small corner table. He is dressed much more finely than the last time you saw him, more like a nobleman than an adventurer. He sips tea from a fine porcelain cup, appearing relaxed despite obviously awaiting your return.

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn, an ever-early riser, heads down the stairs and out to the common room, his glowy awesome globe of globeliness tight in his mouth.  Not really knowing what the man looks like beyond "sparkley prick", Rhyhorn keeps an eye on the man but finds a table of his own somewhere more rhino-friendly, setting his globe down long enough to write out a request for some light, sugary coffee to the fine waitress serving the common room this morning.

[Ryqoshay]

   "Hey! Mr. Sparkly!" Yvonne calls, hands on her hips, as she floats into the common room. "I gotta bone ta pick with ya'! You di'n' say nothin' 'bout there bein' a cave!" She sits down on the table near him.

[Celdia]

          The maenad gently sets his cup down and smiles apologetically up at the sprite from where he sits. "Then I beg your forgiveness for the oversight, dear lady. Please, join me won't you?" He gestures to the table itself, dismissing Yvonne's incorrect recollection smoothly. "I can hope your expedient return heralds favorable news. Pray, tell me of your dealing with the goblins for I am much interested to hear how you fared."

[EmmaNigma]

Hogarth stomps down the stairs, goes directly to the bar, and slams down her fist. "Coffee. Black. Bacon. Eggs. Huge. NOW. The goblins pay." She tosses the proper coinage on the counter, and turns around, leaning on the counter. She glares around the room, surveying the area. Her eyes light upon Xavier, sitting and chatting with Yvonne. "Our healer is deeeaaaaaaaaad" Hogarth moans in a mocking tone and plops herself heavily on a seat at the table, totally uninvited and likely not welcome.

[Celdia]

          Xavier returns the infectious grin. "That does sound like quite the entertaining plan. Have you thought perhaps about purchasing a wand for the spellcasting though? They are most useful as I hope you found the one I lent you to be. Also, since you seem eager for payment I would assume you did in fact retrieve some of the items I sent you to find. Might I inquire to their whereabouts?" The man looks on expectantly and is suddenly interrupted by Hogarth's barbaric arrival, her bluntness seeming to rattle his outward calm some. "What? Dead? I hope this is some form of jest at my expense, though if it is I will say it is in bad taste."

[EmmaNigma]

"No joke. She was chopped up and shoved down a hole." Hogarth grunts in acknowledgement as her order is brought to the table, and she digs in, once again speaking between and during bites. "We get to forest, goblins there, we kill. Huge mess. We go to cave, we fight horde of goblins, we kill all. Us: 50, Them: 1. Treasure beyond gate, I tore it to bits and we got stuff." She points across the room at Rhyhorn. "Friend Rhyhorn seems rather attached to ball."

[Ryqoshay]

   "Oh yeah, tha' was bad." Yvonne acknowledges Hogarth's statement. "Bu' i's alrigh', 'cause I made sure no necros will ever be able ta use 'er body fer their evil deeds. An' we made a new buggy friend."

[Celdia]

          The man looks a little stricken to find out his request has lead to the death of another. "You all have my condolences. After seeing your battle with the elemental I felt that some goblins would pose little to no obstacle at all for you. Had I known otherwise..." He trails off, seemingly at a loss for words on the topic. After a quiet moment he looks to where Hogarth gestured and stares at Rhyhorn for a long moment with an odd expression on his face, seemingly lost in thought.

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn hears his name mentioned and leers over for a moment at the table with Xavier and his friends, deciding to keep to himself unless spoken to as he sips awkwardly at his coffee and keeps his glowy orb at his side.

[EmmaNigma]

"Don't let my roguestone friend fool you. He is smart. What these things be? Lots here, grabbed all. Cart was ransacked while in cave. Must be important for others to desire them and know whereabouts."

[Celdia]

          Hogarth's question goes unanswered as Xavier gets a closer look at the rockbeast, his voice low with wonder. "Well I'll be..." He clears his throat and begins speaking to Rhyhorn in another tongue with a slow and deliberate measure to his tone, obviously unaccustomed to the language. "An máistir inis dom faoi tú. Ní féidir liom a rá shíl mé gur mhaith liom a reáchtáil i ndáiríre isteach tú. Tá sé ar domhan beag, go deimhin."

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn's eyes widen for a moment at Xavier, but are quickly narrowed in distrust as the rhino shifts from his sitting position onto all fours, staring directly into the sparkling man's eyes. "Cén máistir bhfuil tú ag obair le haghaidh go bhfuil a fhios mar gheall orm?" the rocky-rhino replies to Xavier in a deep, gruff tone, clearly a master of the language in comparison to Xavier's deliberate and unaccustomed tone.

[Ryqoshay]

   "Rhyhorn can talk?!" Yvonne's eyes widen as she stares at the stone rhino.

[EmmaNigma]

Hogarth leaps to her feet, sending the chair flying behind her. "BY HIRAM'S BLOOD, YOU FUCKING TALKED!!!!!!!" Hogarth staggers back a moment. "I never could read signs, and thought we couldn't commune." For the first time in the group's travels together, Hogarth looks genuinely rattled.

[Kalas]

Nathalie, returning from her slumber, walked down the stairs, teasing her hair a little before sluggishly sitting down at a table to eat. She can hear a familiar, grating voice and before vomiting out of sheer repulsion, calms herself and continues to eat, ignoring the current conversation at hand.

[Celdia]

          Still struggling somewhat with the language, Xavier continues on haltingly. "An fear a thug tú an Spark den saol. Thug sé dom seo. Féach." He draws back the sleeve of his shirt and begins to unlace a leather bracer around his wrist. Once free, a swirling tattoo can be seen there. He touches the very edge of the pattern with his fingers and closes his eyes briefly in concentration, causing the tattoo to glow. The light begins to coalesce on the tabletop into a small projection of a man, obviously an illusion. He appears to be short and round - pear-shaped almost - with pallid skin, over-large eyes and somewhat deformed hands. His clothes are the kind you would expect to see on an alchemist when working in his laboratory. The illusory man speaks in the same tongue with perfect clarity and a dominating tone. "Rhyhorn. Anois stop a éisteacht ar an teanga nach bhfuil tú ag labhairt. Beidh Uimh níos mó de na teachtaireachtaí seo fíor ag dul eatarthu. Pian i mo ..."
         After repeating the same message a few times, the illusion fades away as does the tattoo on Xavier's arm. He replaces his bracer and continues to try and speak in the foreign tongue. "An bhfuil tú máistreacht ar an teanga coitianta? Pianta seo go mór liom."

[EmmaNigma]

"HAIL Friend Nathalie! We were talking about treasure and money." Hogarth grabs her chair and calms herself with some food. She tries to focus on Nathalie and the brewing situation between Xavier and Rhyhorn. Continuing her tradition of teasing Nathalie, she steals a pinch of bacon off Nathalie's plate.

Suddenly, Hogarth nearly chokes on her food as she witnesses the glowing tattoo and the illusion. "YOU'RE A WIZARD, I KNEW IT!" Hogarth keeps one hand on the hilt of her axe, waiting for him to cast an incantation so she has an excuse to destroy him.