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Anhaelid The halflings are a clever folk, enough to hide, and to dig their cellars into firm-walled fastnesses. Insulating and cozy, as Rose said. It's likely that they could have held out on stocks long enough to dig themselves free, or for rescuers from Willowford to arrive, but it's just good practice to clean up thoroughly after oneself. It doesn't harm appearances to be accompanied by cheering locals, either. Anhaelid makes zir approach with zir shadow Elmahaere close to hand in the spirit of polite disclosure. The pair smile and wave to well-wishers, nodding politely, as they consider the design of the city and the varieties of flora and fauna that share it with the halflings. Though the tables are rather low for them, the elves bend and fold with graceful alacrity and make no complaints about sitting on the lush green ground. It makes them seem just the tiniest bit more approachable, leading particularly courageous or curious halflings to bring questions about their homeland, and if all of them look so similar, and sometimes portions of food in misplaced sympathy for relying on their own sealed rations. The Path of Sweet and Sharp proves a hit with the pair, a buffet of fruits, cheeses and a 'path' of shallow dishes filled with spices of ascending potency, like stepping stones leading up a bonfire-crested hill. The pair are not entirely idle. Elven ears are sharp, and displays of grace carry one and the other up to the rooftops for patchwork scans of the places that surround the city. It's unlikely that another attack would come so soon, but gaining better awareness of one's surroundings is never a poor idea. Their own conversations are subtle, seemingly little more than brief touches and gestures, and fleeting expressions. --- I vote for Nasan and Teutobochus for the remaining level-ups. Also, recharging Anhaelid's ammo. It doesn't look like this counts for Filling your Belly or Recovering, so ze's still down a Gizmo use, and Keen Senses is still marked. No stat damage, so if someone still needs to Heal they can use mine.
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A halfling pot-luck is definitely filling your belly! So between that and leveling up: Elder Arts, and one of gizmos or ammo should be refreshed. What's everybody else thinking? xian fucked around with this message at 07:12 on Mar 22, 2016 |
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 B: -1 | C: 2 | G: 2 | S: 1 | W: 0 LVL: 2 Rose does her best to still look cheerful as they return to the potluck, but it's not easy for her. Percy's missing, and it didn't sound like the fun sort of missing, the kind where he'd gone off to spontaneously visit some distant relations without leaving a proper note. No... it sounded like the bad kind of missing, the never see him again kind. Hard to smile with her favorite brother in obvious danger. Still, if anything can help, it's this potluck. Her friends and companions being lauded as the heroes they were! Good food and drink, and plentiful at that! There was merriment and mirth and music... and speaking of the music, Rose couldn't help but notice a particularly talented performer. Cute, too - and threatening to make her the fourth best bard in the Valley. Taking a seat as close to him as the Hero of Willowford can manage (quite close, thank you,) Rose sits and listens to his song. It's so amazing, she can hardly believe it. Other than reflexively taking bites off her plate, her attention was entirely on this mysterious, talented, and handsome halfling. Who was he, how had she never heard of him, and did he have the lyrics to this song in writing perchance? <Rauri> Look Closely at Mysterious Halfling <Rauri> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 4+1 = 5 <Rauri> argghhhh Taking another Halfling Custom, The Courage of Halflings, with Rose's level up. Also refreshing her Burglar's Kit with the gear resto, and voting Nasan and Teutobochus for the remaining level-ups. Cleared harm to Rose's Grace stat via us eating at the Potluck, in case that wasn't clear earlier. The Courage of Halflings: You are never in Despair when rolling Courage, even if it is damaged. This move cannot be Shared. Rauri fucked around with this message at 06:42 on Mar 22, 2016 |
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Mar 22, 2016 04:48
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 Stealing Xerra away from drink was usually a risky move, but Elna knew she was one who could do it and survive. Especially since she was bringing a present. "Oh Sis, you're the best!" Xerra beams, tossing her keg aside and taking the armour in hand. "If these massifs are good for anything, it seems to be weapons and armour!" Xerra has little issue with the greaves. "Wooly Massif seems fine for what we need. Leave the rest to the Supreme Biologist to figure out taxonomically." She insist. "Here Elna, help me with the chest plate." I'll just go with it being disposable then!
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The Overlord Elna steps back after fitting the chest plate and shines a lantern over Xerra, bathing her in warm yellow light, and nods approvingly "They're gonna hesitate when they see you coming up wearing the ribs of one of their brothers and wielding the leg bone of their uncle." ~~~ Rose tries to focus on the other Bard's song. The history aspects are a common story to all Halflings--history is what songs are built on, after all, but it's the the way he picks out specific details as well as the way he weaves in the two lovers to various epochs, always on opposite sides of factions at each other's throats, that his mastery shows. She wonders whether they are the same lovers reborn, or the point of the story is simply that this is a predicament common for young love throughout the ages. His rhyme scheme is slippery, more complex than Halfling work, and every time Rose thinks he finally left a rhyme hanging, he picks it back up in a way she didn't expect. She notices that he seems, for all the concentration he's pouring into his music, as intent on watching the audience as they are on watching him, if not more. That's when the lelegraph begins jiggling in her pocket. When she takes it out, she sees its glowing faintly, a color between sky blue and pale violet. ~~~ As ze was eating with the rest of the group, Anhaelid heard a group of farmers, brewers, and other craftsmen disagreeing about how the rebuild of the various estates and structures surrounding Willowford should go. It's natural, ze knows, for self interest to take root when only involved parties without requisite expertise were trying to plan how to do it. Removing scrolls specifically designed for scientific work -- waterproof, durable -- ze begins scrawling building instructions and the supporting computational work. When ze finishes eating, ze hands it to Longo, the brewer who seemed the most level-headed. "If you follow this build order, you'll save two months." Ze explains, before fading from sight. Reuniting with her shadow on a rooftop, Anhaelid watches the same performance that was captivating Rose from a more distant perch. She would be watching far more disinterestedly, except for the fact that her scanning gear, which she was readjusting every few minutes, went crazy when it was focused on the bard, exhibiting readings that were completely divergent from every other Halfling here. Aberrant readings were not enough to bring any accusations, however, especially as it seemed that the Bard simply wanted to play music and watch (spy on?) the crowd before going on his way. Elmahaere puts zir fears to words with a whisper softer than a leaf falling when ze notes the point of zir attention and comments, "That's not a halfling." But then, what is it? And what was it doing here?
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"We don't have a pike tall enough to stick their heads on." Xerra adds. "And also I crushed all their heads so we don't have a head to mount." She notes. "So this will have to do for warning them that crossing Orcs is a poor life choice." Xerra smirks, slapping her sister hard in the back. "Come on, let's show off your handiwork to the others! And I owe you at least a keg for it." Back at the festivities, as if being the tallest person there wasn't enough, Xerra was now clad in rough looking bone armour. She is very out of place amongst her Halfling allies. But one thing that wasn't out of place was her appetite, as she grabs a keg for her sister and an entire pheasant for herself.
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 Level: 1 Blood: +2| Courage: +1 | Grace: -1 | Sense: 0 | Wisdom: +2 He walked through the crowd with only a few steps toward the food. The little one of wood was distracted by the song birds, but not Teutobochus who focused on the food and with one large hand grabbed a large keg and drank it in one gulp. Next a whole cow for another bite as it seemed that he dwarfed the little ones a bit more than before. It wasn't very sensical, but then again, he was not even from this plane of existence. As he forced the poor little halfling cooks to keep up with his enormous appetite his followers joined in the feast slowly eating and nodding to the little folk. They didn't appear to be having a good time, and instead they were standing in a large lump and trying to section off the food they could toward their direction. There were no cheers nor partying for them, they seemed to be people who stared off in the distance and had a hollow look about them. Their own countrymen were dying in droves to give them time to be here, and there was no cheer to be found among them. Their patron did appear to be more serious than the other members of his party and for his part, he seemed to consider several things. Seeing Xerra in new bone armor he nods to the orc. "Your armor will cut fear int the enemy and steel the will of the comrade." He said his normal soft, but booming way toward Xerra. He was going to have to get into the fight faster and harder, and that was all there was too it. He had been acting like an old man and not a Thane, Teutobochus decided that he would not allow the giants to steal his will again. Picking Nasan and Teutobochus for leveling :P Healing blood and refresh equipment? I think I can do both.
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"That's the plan." Xerra smirks to Teutobochus. "The massifs are clearly too stupid to know that crossing Orcs is already a death sentence, so I thought spelling it out for them may help."
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B: -1 | C: 2 | G: 2 | S: 1 | W: 0 LVL: 2 While Rose is certainly in awe of this bard, the lelegraph suddenly activating in her coat pocket distracts her from his performance - actually, it all but makes her fall out of her chair. She isn't sure what it was the Guild wanted to talk about, but whatever it was, it was surely important! With that in mind, she stands up from the table, excusing herself, and then frantically seeks out Nasan as fast as her little legs will carry her. Eventually finding the Horselord relaxing, Rose produces both the lelegraph and the letter* she'd purloined earlier, offering both to Nasan. "I got this from Chief Engineer Sobong's room, on the airship," she starts, handing the letter over first and indicating for the fearsome warrior to read it. She'd been curious what it said ever since she'd secreted the envelope into her pocket earlier, but had resisted the temptation to read it. Now though, with one of the two people she'd considered giving it to her here, she could hardly wait to know what was contained within. "Oh, and we're being contacted." She motions at the lelegraph as she says it, to make sure Nasan knows. She's of the opinion Nasan should be the one to speak to them, but doesn't want to try and boss her companion around about it. Rauri fucked around with this message at 07:03 on Mar 28, 2016 |
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The Overlord Sobong's Orders: pre:Sobong, C.s directive: ferry the Fellowship to Willowford and return. Do what you can to aid them. Distribute the aid packages. Don't risk the Size. Zug xian fucked around with this message at 03:03 on Mar 29, 2016 |
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The celebration had dragged on. Xerra was three kegs deep, and was starting to feel rather festive. So, in her full bone armour (which was no doubt a treat for the younger halflings, seeing a real life Orc warrior like in the stories) Xerra had started giving out piggy-back rides. Orcy-back rides. Three, even four halflings at a time. Was it behaviour befitting a Supreme Warlord? Not even remotely. Did Xerra care? Not even remotely. She was having almost as much fun as the halflings she was giving rides too. Elna was having fun too, recording Xerra making an rear end (figurative and literal, as she was hauling people around…) out of herself for posterity.
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Anhaelid Hopefully Longo would take the advice in the spirit that it had been offered. As far as Anhaelid was concerned, he could take credit for the entire thing-- some might consider it galling for an outsider to ghost in and tell someone their business like that. At any rate, ze had done what ze could; the rest was up to the brewer's leadership ability. The halflings were a clever folk; they would recover. Anhaelid relaxes on a rooftop, as much as ze is inclined to, listening to zir suitsystems perform self-tests and recalibrations. Inventory Control relates that the Map has been successfully synchronized, and the Arm's energy loops are holding a nominal charge. Sensor systems, on the other hand... The suitvoices murmur and false-colour indicators produce muted Kirlian auras as Anhaelid traces zir attention over the festivities, and give way to an aurora-accompanied sigh as ze looks out past the walls into the darkened wilderness. Compared to all others, the bard stands out like a god sheathed in lightning, fringed with fractal potency. Suitsystems compensate for the dramatic difference between him and the (other?) Halflings, washing out their readings to a silent near-grey. "That's not a Halfling," Elmahaere notes, tracing the line of the other Elf's gaze. Anhaelid purses zir lips. "Alert the others. Supreme Warlord Thirstslaker last," Anhaelid tells zir Shadow. Sensing a question, ze adds, "She's imbibed enough to leave one of Nasan's horses staggering for days. If she charges him, or challenges him to a drinking contest, I would rather the others be braced for the event."
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The Overlord Elmahaere appears next between Nasan and Rose, delivering the message Anhaelid prescribed. The two of them standing over the lelegraph, which remains unanswered. By the time Elmahaere delivers the news to Xerra, the other bard has finished his performance and taken his bows.
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Contrary to apparently popular belief, the Supreme Warlord was not completely without guile. Upon hearing the news from Anhaelid's offsider, and putting down the little ones she was giving rides to on her back, and putting down the keg she had nearly finished, she springs into action. "Excellent!" The orc roars, smashing her hands together loud enough to pop small eardrums. "Excellent, Little One! Song enough to be in the Supreme Sonnet!" She pours adulation onto the bard, clapping and smiling and laughing all the while. She was very much jolly and both senses of the word. "I think this is worthy!" With that, and with little notice or warning, Xerra grabs the not-halfling and hoists him up on her shoulders. It was a good eight feet off the ground, high above almost all of the crowd. Easily in the sights of all the crowd. "After that stirring performance! Little One! You above all others deserve to be put above all others!" This doppelganger wasn't going anywhere.
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The Overlord "And that," the 'halfling' says while he stands on Xerra's shoulders "Is why I'm up here!" And he kicks, hard off one of Xerra's shoulders, to propel himself onto one of the village's roofs. Not hard enough to stagger her, but much harder than she'd expect a halfling to be able to kick. The halflings who saw his jump are impressed with his acrobatics, and he does a performative bow in their direction.
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Anhaelid "Learning is a constant process of reinforcement and correction," Anhaelid reminds zirself, adjusting expectations as she watches Xerra react with greater alacrity and cunning in an inebriated state than many would stone cold sober. Expecting something unusual from the 'halfling', based on previous observations, ze watches impassively as he launches himself from Xerra's shoulder to a distant rooftop. Zir suit helpfully begins to spin up energy projectors. "An assault at this point would be impolitic," ze murmurs. Zir suit quietly stands down.
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…and even greater alacrity and cunning than even that still! As, with the false bard preoccupied with leaping off Xerra's large shoulders and hopping off to safety, it utterly fails to notice that in the process of hefting the creature up on her shoulders in the first place Xerra left a bloody handprint on its leg… Shaman powers activate! Bloody handprint on the fake guy here, using Bound by Blood! Dude is so marked.
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