Post by nate on Apr 5, 2015 22:52:53 GMT -5
If anyone is interested in our small RP session, this is the chat log. It's lengthy, spaced weird, and has lots of fluff. Feel free to enjoy at your own risk.
P.S. I draw all over your hard work Corey.
Dralban: kk cool.
I shall set the scene.
eh heh heh hem.
Bilkin: (lol)
Dralban: So after the near loss of Bilkin's and Blanks life. The exhausted Dralban and Zaigan help Bilkin back to the tavern to recuperate. The hungover Tecuani follows shortly behind. Tec slumps at the bar huddling an ale. Blank finds herself a seat in the shadows on a stool. Zaigan leans against the wall every ready, eyes glued to the entry. Bilkin and Dralban take the nearest table and slump, tired. Next to the ranger and warlock was an unexpected Dragonborne trying to enjoy a freshly ordered ale.
ever*
not every ready
Bilkin laughs, rasping "So, we've not even gone into the forest, and we almost get killed so handily?"
Dralban panting heavily. "What happened? Those Frorcs... Why?"
Bilkin blinked a moment, not parsing the words. "Fro.. For... Orc... Frorcs..?"
Dralban "You know.. those fuzzy orcs." Dralban looked over at the surprised dragonborne. "Hullo? That ale sure looks good. How much for one of those?"
Bilkin suddenly became aware of the imposing humanoid at the bar. He looked at Dralban, sending him "That there's a dragonborn. A rare sight to see without their clan. Usually when they're alone, there's something important they're after. We... could use that kind of muscle." his face serious.
Balasar: Am I supposed to be across the room or at the same table?
Bilkin: -whining- NAAAATE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER AT THIIIIIIIS
Dralban almost couldn't her Bilkin over the thirst in Dralbans throat. He awaited the dragons answer.
Bilkin: (sarcasm)
Dralban: hahaha dammit I'm doing the best I can! I'm nate and corey lol
jk
Yeah same table. We didn't see you as we barged in
Bilkin: woop woop introduction time
Dralban: HYPE
Swiftwind Balasar Stares down at the little human, waiting.
Bilkin: Dralban: Nuh uh, no you didn't!
Dralban whispers to Bilkin. "I don't think it likes me Bilkin."
Dralban: The dragonborn could obviously hear the loud wood elf's whisper
Swiftwind Balasar "Do you want to ask me something, or are you going continue to pretend I can't hear you?"
Dralban almosting choking at the sharp ears of the dragon. "Um.. hi. I'm Dralban. Can I buy you an ale?"
Bilkin "Uh. Er... He CAN hear you." He looked at the dragonborn sheepishly. "My friend here is Dralban. He's not accustomed to standard greetings, or social graces. Not that I'm an expert." He leaned in a little bit, "Would you mind if I ask, are those silver or white scales?"
Bilkin: Dragons are cool, yo.
Dralban: ^
You think that's an insulting question to ask in this world? lol
Bilkin: It's kind of necessary. Difference between a white and silver dragon is a frosty doom or a pleasant conversation.
Balasar (OOC): Have dragons ever been introduced at all in this world?
Bilkin: We haven't seen any, if that's what you mean.
Lemme roll a Nature check to see if Bilkin's read about dragons.
rolling 1d20+3
(
15
)+3
= 18
I'd say that's a pretty solid roll.
Dralban: agreed
Swiftwind Balasar rubs some of the dirt off his arm, letting his silver scales shine through.
Bilkin 's eyes widen "Absolutely astounding! A clean bloodline of silver dragonborn!" he exclaims. He almost forgot the ordeal they just went through, as giddy as a child reading folk tales. "Say, what is your mission? If that's not too personal. We may have similar goals!"
Swiftwind Balasar pulls himself slightly back, a little surprised by the sudden shift in mood. "My sister has gone missing. I wish to help her find her way home."
Dralban sets his stag headdress on the table. It took up half the table and smelled a bit. His long white hair was matted with sweat. "Bilk I'm going to grab myself and silver scales an ale. Want one?" Dralban held out his hand as if expecting something.
Dralban "Poor guy needs one as bad as us."
Swiftwind Balasar shakes his head. "I have all I need right here. I won't be needing anymore."
Bilkin nodded at Dralban. "Lost sister. Fascinating." He continued staring.
Dralban thirsty. He tried to forget. "So, um, where did you say happened to your sister?"
Dralban: what*
Bilkin: english
Dralban: lol
Bilkin caught himself being unnerving, and took a more serious posture, he hoped. "We're out here investigating missing people. Something is bewitching them to go in the woods, and they never go back-- perhaps your sister's case is related?"
Swiftwind Balasar shakes his head. "Originally, I had thought she was out looking for revenge. But I've followed her trail far farther west than she should be."
Swiftwind Balasar looks over to the human. "It may be. She's unlikely to have simply gotten lost."
The Party was startled by a sudden bodily slam. Zaigan drew his arms and something glimmered in the shadowy corner. Tecuani passed out against the bar in a heap.
Bilkin pulled out a silver to pay for the ale Dralban ordered for them. His eyes darted from coin to scales quickly, and he looked satisfied for a moment. "Yes, your species is very attached to your clans, it makes little sense for her to travel too far from home. So the clan sent you to look for her?"
Dralban: Adam?
Adam: yo
Bilkin: ayy
Dralban: ello!
Adam: wasn' sure if ya'll would still be here
Dralban: You're in a shadowy corner doing Blank stuff. Dral, Bilk and Balasar are sharing a table.
Bilkin: You came just in time. Dral and Bilkin are getting to know our dragonborn addition to the party.
In the tavern.
Adam: hola Dovahkiin!
Bilkin: Where, coincidentally, Blank is. As well.
Swiftwind Balasar narrows his eyes hesitates slightly before speaking. "Aye, the chief declared I should find her."
Dralban: Tec passed out on the bar and Zaigan is keeping watch.
Adam: there's a shocker
anyway, continue. Blank will join in due course
Bilkin: rolling 1d20+3
(
12
)+3
= 15
Bilkin notices the hesitation, but doesn't question it.
Dralban stared at the three mugs of ale. Taking note to the dragons mention of ale fulfillment he took two and handed Bilkin one. "So what's your name? Do you have a name? Or is it really silver scales?"
Bilkin stared at Dralban for a moment, and sunk his face in the ale, trying to hide
Swiftwind Balasar grabs his cloak, and pulls it in front of him to display the emblem embroidered into it; a single blue swirl. "I am Balasar of the Swiftwinds, second son of Swiftwind Saroth."
Blank was listening to the party's exchange from her seat in the corner. She rose from her seat and approached them.
Swiftwind Balasar lets his cloak fall back behind him.
Dralban "Blank! You're not hiding. Ale?" Dralban nudged at the extra ale in front of him. "This is Switwind Balasar Seconson Saroth Wind." Dralban strugled at the mouthfull. "Or um Balasar I think."
Bilkin: dear god
my sides
Dralban: hahaha
Blank "Yes, I heard, and no thank you I don't drink. So Balasar, what have you found so far?"
Dralban grinned at the extra ale and gulped with the reassurance he would have another.
Balasar (OOC): Are Drow particularly different in this campaign, or can I hate your character properly?
Blank: Since Corey never said, I just made Dorw their natural evil selves, However, Blank is neautral, neith cruel or evil, but not necessarily good either.
speellling is hrd
Dralban: I saw hate away my friend but, careful of breaking the party. In these desperate times maybe she could help more than harm.
Bilkin: By "hate" do you mean good old "gradual rise from snarky comments and distrust to snarky comments and unspoken trust" or "I stab"
Dralban: say* dammit
Balasar (OOC): closer to the former.
Bilkin: cool
Dralban: kk cool
Blank could use a taste of her own medicine. Completely saying that with love.
lol
Blank: You can distrust or hate her her based on the fact that she is Drow, as long as you don't outright attack her.
And Dral, what the hell?
Dralban: hahahaha
Swiftwind Balasar looks the tiny, dark being up and down, then looks over to the little human. "You keep dangerous company, neighbor."
Dralban: Oh, I believe Tec is a half-drow.
Blank: Yes, but as far as Bal knows, he's just some random drunk at the bar.
Dralban: ooooo dis gonna be gud
Bilkin suddenly realizes he's the only human in the group.
Dralban: just heads up
Blank: Unless ya'll have pointed him out already...
Dralban: I kinda narrated him.
Blank: ok puppepmaster
Dralban: lol
Balasar (OOC): I believe everyone was brought into the tavern as a group while I was already there.
Dralban: yessum
Blank: k, mocing on then
moving
Dralban: We spell bad.
Blank simply folded her arms across her chest and continued to stare at the Dragonborn.
Bilkin "Dangerous, yes, to those who seek to harm us. We're a bit of a motley crew, but we work together well enough..." He suddenly remembered the ordeal that was barely an hour ago. "Ahem, yes."
Blank: murder hobos, the lot of us!
Dralban: lol
Bilkin: I mean, the first two sessions, sure...
We's been right since!
Dralban starting to feel the effects of the drink, he realized he has never had two ale in a row before. "So we are on a quest for the queen! Did we say that already? We are going to be heading north after we get our bearings."
Blank thought to herself, "It's less of a quest and more of a form of parole, but I'll withhold our criminal origins out of this at the moment.
Blank: figure it out^
Bilkin looked at Dralban, not drinking quite as fast. "He means we'll be going north after we handle the situation around here. Like we're supposed to. Remember?" he nudged the wood elf, careful to not make him spill his second mug.
Bilkin: (we spent 4 sessions heading south, gods damnit)
(we're not going north just yet!)
Blank: well we keep getting sidetracked by bandits, drug traffickers and shipless pirates, so it takes a while
Dralban: Woops I thought we were leaving north of the town.
Bilkin: Not to mention we've been strugglebussing with 2 less party members than we were supposed to have.
At least until last session.
Blank: this time I think we are, but otherwise south yeah
strugglebussing, that's a new one...
Swiftwind Balasar sights and shakes his head, but deigns to answer the tiny Drow's question. "I've heard rumor one of my kind matching her description was seen heading west with a hooded companion, bringing me here. You're 'missing perople' sounds to be my next lead."
Blank simply nodded.
Bilkin "A hooded companion..?" His mind raced. "How long ago was this?"
Dralban finishing his second ale. He pointed to Balasar's javelins. "Them are some big arrows, where's your big bow? You should come with us. We can help you find her!" Dralban got up and headed over to the passed out Tec.
Blank: So how long before Dral drops his pants and begans singing the national anthem?
Dralban: SPOILER
Bilkin: "those are some big arrows, where's your big bow"
If I didn't know any better, I'd think Dralban was trying to pick Balasar up.
Dralban: lol
Let me roll handle animal check
Swiftwind Balasar ignores the drunken little elf. "Some it was about a month ago word of her move westward reached me."
Balasar (OOC): hold on a minute. I"ll be righit back.
Dralban: kk
Dralban makes an ability check
Dralban:
DEX (Sleight of Hand) check:9
Bilkin "A month?" He recounted events, then looked at Blank meaningfully. "Just when the trouble with the noble's daughter started, I think."
Dralban gets barked at by the incoherent Tec as he tried to slip his half drunk ale out of his hand. He hurried back to his seat, trying as best as he could to not be recognized.
Blank: sure why not, it's not like we have any sort of accurate way of telling how much time or days we've been going.
Bilkin: Did dral just try to steal Tec's ale?
Dralban "A month eh?" Cracking a nervous smile.
Blank: not really joking^
Dralban: lol yes
apparently a drunkTec can still feel
Blank: when it comes to booze, Tec sees all!
Bilkin: drunk Tec's accomplished a lot more than "feel" throughout the campaign
Dralban: hahaha
A drunk Dral is going to get his head ripped off by a drunk Tec if he's tnot careful
Bilkin: Well, let's see. We were told of the noble's daughter. That same day, we attack some guards. We get imprisoned for a few days, let's say 2. We get transported to the outskirts of blackdawn. 3. We travel about a week innawoods by foot, and come across Hobwash. 10. We stay in Hobwash 2 nights. 12. We discover the meth lab of doom, discover Hobwash was burned. In the morning we leave. 13. We travel a few days, let's say 3. Encounter with ankhegs. 16. Travel a few more days, let's say 3. 19. Reach this town. Spend a night. 20. We are on the 21st day of our adventure according to my arbitrary counting.
Blank: Thank you Mr. OCD.
Bilkin: np
Dralban: That's more accurate than I could have ever done. Sounds right to me.
Blank: So was the symbiote(Black goo monster thing) suppose to be connected with the forest drugs disappearances?
Bilkin: We don't know, but it's in the same area.
And it DISAPPEARS.
Dralban: I feel it disappearing could have been the best thing that could of happened to us.
Every other encounter has almost killed us
Blank: You don't want to be Venom?
Bilkin: Ankhegs were meant for our full party, keep that in mind
not just 4 of us
Dralban: We played the hell out of those fools.
flexs arms
Balasar (OOC): back
Bilkin: You having Cure Wounds up your sleeve was singularly one of the most relieving things this campaign.
Dralban: and animal friendship surprisingly lol
Blank: Dr. Dollittle I guess.
Dralban: I think Bilk said something to you last Balasar
Blank: said it's been a month
Bilkin: to Blank, mostly.
Blank: she wasn't totally paying attention
Bilkin: She WILL NOW casts dissonant whispers
Blank: lol
Bilkin , looking at Balasar, "It seems more and more the case of your sister coincides with the plight of the land. Our interests may well be co-operable."
Dralban "I agree. I say you co-operable with us." Smiling at Balasar
Bilkin: blank stop running around the fields you're not a pony
Blank: You won't contain my wild spirit!
Swiftwind Balasar sweeps his gaze around, sizing the party up.
Balasar (OOC): Who's missing?
Blank: Zaigan and Tec?
Bilkin: Zaigan's "guarding", Tec's "drinking"
Blank: Den was u meen Bal?
Balasar (OOC): There's the Drow, the human, and the elf.
Bilkin: And then the half-drow and the PrettyBoy by the door.
Blank: Zaigan is an undead angel tpaladin thing
Dralban: Zaigan is human Pally. (I think)
Bilkin: Aasimar*
Blank: Tec is a half elf Drow barbarian
Dralban: Tec is half-drow barb
Blank: jinz
jinx
Dralban: lol
Mail you a coke later.
Blank: woo!
Bilkin: sending cocaine through the mail breaks a few laws, methinks
(sarcasm)
Blank shrugs her shoulder noncommitmentally.
Swiftwind Balasar "It does appear you could use my help. Let it not be said I deny those in need."
Bilkin beamed at the dragonborn. "Well met, Swiftwind Balasar!"
Blank: Bilkin, that's why you put a big neon sticker on it saying it's not cocaine, works everytime.
Bilkin: or "FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES"
Blank: now your getting it!
Dralban "Indeed! Welcome! I have never had a Dragon friend before." Whispering to Bilkin, "I think you butchered his name Bilkin." Everyone could hear Dralban.
Bilkin sighed, and muttered "such is our crew..."
Blank: It's the same reason Superman's disguise works, his work badge says, Clark Kent, Not Superman
Bilkin: ohhhhhhh, and I thought it was the glasses
Blank smiled mirthlessly at Balasar and left it at that.
Blank: Bal, Blank doesn't hate you, she's just slow to trust anyone.
Dralban "Oh! Oh! Oh! By the way the big elf over there with the much more tan skin than mine, is Tecuani. I saw him kill like 10 Frorcs once. The guy over there in the shiney metal is Zaigan. He's a new friend too." almost shouting excitedly.
Dralban: and Dral trusted you instantly lol
Bilkin: Bilkin was just like "the folk tales are coming true right in front of me omg omg omg keep cool"
Dralban: hahahaha
Blank: fanboy orgasm^
Bilkin: Dragons are cool, yo.
Blank: Bilkin is the fanboy
Bilkin: (so am I)
Blank: well then...
Bilkin: I've always wanted to play a dragonborn but it just never fits with the character concept at the time.
Swiftwind Balasar puts down his drink and stands up and straightens his back. He looks down at the little human, over a full foot shorter than Balasar, as he reaches out for a handshake. "I see at least one of you can be reasonable. I have been introduced , perhaps you would introduce yourself aswell."
Blank: are they not good mages, or just backstory conflicts?
Bilkin "Bilkin Doarat, ex-researcher of the Blackdawn Academy! Pardon the late introduction."
Bilkin: It didn't seem right for a warlock of basically Cthulhu to be a dragonborn.
Dralban "Oooooh me too. I'm Dralban, I think i said that. I'm a black ranger from the swamps." Sticks out his hand in excitement. Smile ear to ear.
Blank: I'll assume that there is a story conflict there and move on
Balasar (OOC): Dragborn takes things strongly. They're either really good... or really bad.
Blank stood still, "I'm Blank."
Bilkin: blank stare intensifies
Blank: It's reaching new found levels of intensity!
Swiftwind Balasar intentionally ignores the drow's existance as he accepts the little drunkard's handshake.
Dralban stares at his small hand in the dragon's large claw. He stood speechless for the first time tonigh.
Blank: everyone is little compared to this guy apparently!
Bilkin: dragonborn are on average 7 feet tall and 300 pounds
Blank: wouldn't that make him rather skinny?
Dralban: I'm like 5' 6" and 150 lbs lol
Blank: how big is Zaigan, do we know?
Blank is 5' 80 lbs.
Bilkin: 300lbs 7' is a BMI of 29.9, meaning quite bulky for his height
Blank: huh, guess I'm just use to wrestler big show who is 7 foot, 400+ lbs.
Balasar (OOC): ... Let's just say I probably won't be finding a good riding horse any time soon.
Bilkin: Well, we had the possibility of two donkeys and a cart. Once.
Balasar (OOC): Ugh.
Bilkin: Once.
ONCE.
Blank: maybe a horse with a metal coated skeleton...
Bilkin: I'm thinking an Ankheg.
Dralban instantly remembering an old fairy tale that was told to him when he was young, Dralban blurts out, "Can you fly? Or, Um, Breath fire?"
Balasar (OOC): Last time I hadea donkey and a cart they lasted all of half an hour before the donkey was eaten and the cart fell off a cliff.
Dralban: Dralban loved those Donkeys....
Blank looks at Dralban incredulously, "Do you see wings?"
Bilkin looked at Dralban surprisedly, "do you see red or gold scales?"
Dralban "I, uh, don't not see wings. Scales? I'm not a dragon hater or anything Bilk."
Blank: giggle
I would like to roll a changeling character, but I don't think the rules are set up for those yet.
Bilkin: Changeling as in transforms into an animal?
Blank: in 4th ed they had them, could change race, gender, anything as lon as humanoid and of similar size.
Bilkin: WAT
sounds major OP
Then again, I never played 4th
Swiftwind Balasar "Nay, little elf. I can neither fly, nor breathe fire. As a proud member of the Swiftwinds, my roar brings frost, not fire."
Blank: had one that was a thief back then
Balasar (OOC): 4th was all combat. Being able to change your apearance never mattered.
Blank: it saved me from being massacred by sahaugins once.
Balasar (OOC): I had a guy play a changeling and he was only able to use it for roleplaying once the entire campaign.
Bilkin: 3.5 would've had you have to consult an Excel spreadsheet every time you transformed if that was a thing
Blank: was surrounded, shifted, passed bluff and they left me alone.
Dralban: I never liked 4th. A little to simple in my opinion. Targets a different audience.
Blank: worked for me, was brand new to the game.
Dralban: I loved 3.5 though I have pathfinder I never played.
Balasar (OOC): 4th is a step to the side. While I'm not entirely happy with it, a lot of it was used to build 5th
Bilkin: I like 3.5 for the depth of its rules, but "wealth by level" was something they introduced that completely ruined a LOT of D&D parties.
5e's a major upgrade.
Balasar (OOC): Yes. 5th is good. It's very good. I can't wait until it has as many supplements as 3.5
But we wouldn't have 5th without the oddities that were in 4th
Dralban "You breathe snow?" Contemplates his childhood fantasies and wonders what was real and what wasn't. Was Elfen Clause real? Or the candy squirrel? "Um, well Bilkin is a Wurlock and he's teaching me. Maybe I will be able to breathe fire one day."
P.S. I draw all over your hard work Corey.
Dralban: kk cool.
I shall set the scene.
eh heh heh hem.
Bilkin: (lol)
Dralban: So after the near loss of Bilkin's and Blanks life. The exhausted Dralban and Zaigan help Bilkin back to the tavern to recuperate. The hungover Tecuani follows shortly behind. Tec slumps at the bar huddling an ale. Blank finds herself a seat in the shadows on a stool. Zaigan leans against the wall every ready, eyes glued to the entry. Bilkin and Dralban take the nearest table and slump, tired. Next to the ranger and warlock was an unexpected Dragonborne trying to enjoy a freshly ordered ale.
ever*
not every ready
Bilkin laughs, rasping "So, we've not even gone into the forest, and we almost get killed so handily?"
Dralban panting heavily. "What happened? Those Frorcs... Why?"
Bilkin blinked a moment, not parsing the words. "Fro.. For... Orc... Frorcs..?"
Dralban "You know.. those fuzzy orcs." Dralban looked over at the surprised dragonborne. "Hullo? That ale sure looks good. How much for one of those?"
Bilkin suddenly became aware of the imposing humanoid at the bar. He looked at Dralban, sending him "That there's a dragonborn. A rare sight to see without their clan. Usually when they're alone, there's something important they're after. We... could use that kind of muscle." his face serious.
Balasar: Am I supposed to be across the room or at the same table?
Bilkin: -whining- NAAAATE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER AT THIIIIIIIS
Dralban almost couldn't her Bilkin over the thirst in Dralbans throat. He awaited the dragons answer.
Bilkin: (sarcasm)
Dralban: hahaha dammit I'm doing the best I can! I'm nate and corey lol
jk
Yeah same table. We didn't see you as we barged in
Bilkin: woop woop introduction time
Dralban: HYPE
Swiftwind Balasar Stares down at the little human, waiting.
Bilkin: Dralban: Nuh uh, no you didn't!
Dralban whispers to Bilkin. "I don't think it likes me Bilkin."
Dralban: The dragonborn could obviously hear the loud wood elf's whisper
Swiftwind Balasar "Do you want to ask me something, or are you going continue to pretend I can't hear you?"
Dralban almosting choking at the sharp ears of the dragon. "Um.. hi. I'm Dralban. Can I buy you an ale?"
Bilkin "Uh. Er... He CAN hear you." He looked at the dragonborn sheepishly. "My friend here is Dralban. He's not accustomed to standard greetings, or social graces. Not that I'm an expert." He leaned in a little bit, "Would you mind if I ask, are those silver or white scales?"
Bilkin: Dragons are cool, yo.
Dralban: ^
You think that's an insulting question to ask in this world? lol
Bilkin: It's kind of necessary. Difference between a white and silver dragon is a frosty doom or a pleasant conversation.
Balasar (OOC): Have dragons ever been introduced at all in this world?
Bilkin: We haven't seen any, if that's what you mean.
Lemme roll a Nature check to see if Bilkin's read about dragons.
rolling 1d20+3
(
15
)+3
= 18
I'd say that's a pretty solid roll.
Dralban: agreed
Swiftwind Balasar rubs some of the dirt off his arm, letting his silver scales shine through.
Bilkin 's eyes widen "Absolutely astounding! A clean bloodline of silver dragonborn!" he exclaims. He almost forgot the ordeal they just went through, as giddy as a child reading folk tales. "Say, what is your mission? If that's not too personal. We may have similar goals!"
Swiftwind Balasar pulls himself slightly back, a little surprised by the sudden shift in mood. "My sister has gone missing. I wish to help her find her way home."
Dralban sets his stag headdress on the table. It took up half the table and smelled a bit. His long white hair was matted with sweat. "Bilk I'm going to grab myself and silver scales an ale. Want one?" Dralban held out his hand as if expecting something.
Dralban "Poor guy needs one as bad as us."
Swiftwind Balasar shakes his head. "I have all I need right here. I won't be needing anymore."
Bilkin nodded at Dralban. "Lost sister. Fascinating." He continued staring.
Dralban thirsty. He tried to forget. "So, um, where did you say happened to your sister?"
Dralban: what*
Bilkin: english
Dralban: lol
Bilkin caught himself being unnerving, and took a more serious posture, he hoped. "We're out here investigating missing people. Something is bewitching them to go in the woods, and they never go back-- perhaps your sister's case is related?"
Swiftwind Balasar shakes his head. "Originally, I had thought she was out looking for revenge. But I've followed her trail far farther west than she should be."
Swiftwind Balasar looks over to the human. "It may be. She's unlikely to have simply gotten lost."
The Party was startled by a sudden bodily slam. Zaigan drew his arms and something glimmered in the shadowy corner. Tecuani passed out against the bar in a heap.
Bilkin pulled out a silver to pay for the ale Dralban ordered for them. His eyes darted from coin to scales quickly, and he looked satisfied for a moment. "Yes, your species is very attached to your clans, it makes little sense for her to travel too far from home. So the clan sent you to look for her?"
Dralban: Adam?
Adam: yo
Bilkin: ayy
Dralban: ello!
Adam: wasn' sure if ya'll would still be here
Dralban: You're in a shadowy corner doing Blank stuff. Dral, Bilk and Balasar are sharing a table.
Bilkin: You came just in time. Dral and Bilkin are getting to know our dragonborn addition to the party.
In the tavern.
Adam: hola Dovahkiin!
Bilkin: Where, coincidentally, Blank is. As well.
Swiftwind Balasar narrows his eyes hesitates slightly before speaking. "Aye, the chief declared I should find her."
Dralban: Tec passed out on the bar and Zaigan is keeping watch.
Adam: there's a shocker
anyway, continue. Blank will join in due course
Bilkin: rolling 1d20+3
(
12
)+3
= 15
Bilkin notices the hesitation, but doesn't question it.
Dralban stared at the three mugs of ale. Taking note to the dragons mention of ale fulfillment he took two and handed Bilkin one. "So what's your name? Do you have a name? Or is it really silver scales?"
Bilkin stared at Dralban for a moment, and sunk his face in the ale, trying to hide
Swiftwind Balasar grabs his cloak, and pulls it in front of him to display the emblem embroidered into it; a single blue swirl. "I am Balasar of the Swiftwinds, second son of Swiftwind Saroth."
Blank was listening to the party's exchange from her seat in the corner. She rose from her seat and approached them.
Swiftwind Balasar lets his cloak fall back behind him.
Dralban "Blank! You're not hiding. Ale?" Dralban nudged at the extra ale in front of him. "This is Switwind Balasar Seconson Saroth Wind." Dralban strugled at the mouthfull. "Or um Balasar I think."
Bilkin: dear god
my sides
Dralban: hahaha
Blank "Yes, I heard, and no thank you I don't drink. So Balasar, what have you found so far?"
Dralban grinned at the extra ale and gulped with the reassurance he would have another.
Balasar (OOC): Are Drow particularly different in this campaign, or can I hate your character properly?
Blank: Since Corey never said, I just made Dorw their natural evil selves, However, Blank is neautral, neith cruel or evil, but not necessarily good either.
speellling is hrd
Dralban: I saw hate away my friend but, careful of breaking the party. In these desperate times maybe she could help more than harm.
Bilkin: By "hate" do you mean good old "gradual rise from snarky comments and distrust to snarky comments and unspoken trust" or "I stab"
Dralban: say* dammit
Balasar (OOC): closer to the former.
Bilkin: cool
Dralban: kk cool
Blank could use a taste of her own medicine. Completely saying that with love.
lol
Blank: You can distrust or hate her her based on the fact that she is Drow, as long as you don't outright attack her.
And Dral, what the hell?
Dralban: hahahaha
Swiftwind Balasar looks the tiny, dark being up and down, then looks over to the little human. "You keep dangerous company, neighbor."
Dralban: Oh, I believe Tec is a half-drow.
Blank: Yes, but as far as Bal knows, he's just some random drunk at the bar.
Dralban: ooooo dis gonna be gud
Bilkin suddenly realizes he's the only human in the group.
Dralban: just heads up
Blank: Unless ya'll have pointed him out already...
Dralban: I kinda narrated him.
Blank: ok puppepmaster
Dralban: lol
Balasar (OOC): I believe everyone was brought into the tavern as a group while I was already there.
Dralban: yessum
Blank: k, mocing on then
moving
Dralban: We spell bad.
Blank simply folded her arms across her chest and continued to stare at the Dragonborn.
Bilkin "Dangerous, yes, to those who seek to harm us. We're a bit of a motley crew, but we work together well enough..." He suddenly remembered the ordeal that was barely an hour ago. "Ahem, yes."
Blank: murder hobos, the lot of us!
Dralban: lol
Bilkin: I mean, the first two sessions, sure...
We's been right since!
Dralban starting to feel the effects of the drink, he realized he has never had two ale in a row before. "So we are on a quest for the queen! Did we say that already? We are going to be heading north after we get our bearings."
Blank thought to herself, "It's less of a quest and more of a form of parole, but I'll withhold our criminal origins out of this at the moment.
Blank: figure it out^
Bilkin looked at Dralban, not drinking quite as fast. "He means we'll be going north after we handle the situation around here. Like we're supposed to. Remember?" he nudged the wood elf, careful to not make him spill his second mug.
Bilkin: (we spent 4 sessions heading south, gods damnit)
(we're not going north just yet!)
Blank: well we keep getting sidetracked by bandits, drug traffickers and shipless pirates, so it takes a while
Dralban: Woops I thought we were leaving north of the town.
Bilkin: Not to mention we've been strugglebussing with 2 less party members than we were supposed to have.
At least until last session.
Blank: this time I think we are, but otherwise south yeah
strugglebussing, that's a new one...
Swiftwind Balasar sights and shakes his head, but deigns to answer the tiny Drow's question. "I've heard rumor one of my kind matching her description was seen heading west with a hooded companion, bringing me here. You're 'missing perople' sounds to be my next lead."
Blank simply nodded.
Bilkin "A hooded companion..?" His mind raced. "How long ago was this?"
Dralban finishing his second ale. He pointed to Balasar's javelins. "Them are some big arrows, where's your big bow? You should come with us. We can help you find her!" Dralban got up and headed over to the passed out Tec.
Blank: So how long before Dral drops his pants and begans singing the national anthem?
Dralban: SPOILER
Bilkin: "those are some big arrows, where's your big bow"
If I didn't know any better, I'd think Dralban was trying to pick Balasar up.
Dralban: lol
Let me roll handle animal check
Swiftwind Balasar ignores the drunken little elf. "Some it was about a month ago word of her move westward reached me."
Balasar (OOC): hold on a minute. I"ll be righit back.
Dralban: kk
Dralban makes an ability check
Dralban:
DEX (Sleight of Hand) check:9
Bilkin "A month?" He recounted events, then looked at Blank meaningfully. "Just when the trouble with the noble's daughter started, I think."
Dralban gets barked at by the incoherent Tec as he tried to slip his half drunk ale out of his hand. He hurried back to his seat, trying as best as he could to not be recognized.
Blank: sure why not, it's not like we have any sort of accurate way of telling how much time or days we've been going.
Bilkin: Did dral just try to steal Tec's ale?
Dralban "A month eh?" Cracking a nervous smile.
Blank: not really joking^
Dralban: lol yes
apparently a drunkTec can still feel
Blank: when it comes to booze, Tec sees all!
Bilkin: drunk Tec's accomplished a lot more than "feel" throughout the campaign
Dralban: hahaha
A drunk Dral is going to get his head ripped off by a drunk Tec if he's tnot careful
Bilkin: Well, let's see. We were told of the noble's daughter. That same day, we attack some guards. We get imprisoned for a few days, let's say 2. We get transported to the outskirts of blackdawn. 3. We travel about a week innawoods by foot, and come across Hobwash. 10. We stay in Hobwash 2 nights. 12. We discover the meth lab of doom, discover Hobwash was burned. In the morning we leave. 13. We travel a few days, let's say 3. Encounter with ankhegs. 16. Travel a few more days, let's say 3. 19. Reach this town. Spend a night. 20. We are on the 21st day of our adventure according to my arbitrary counting.
Blank: Thank you Mr. OCD.
Bilkin: np
Dralban: That's more accurate than I could have ever done. Sounds right to me.
Blank: So was the symbiote(Black goo monster thing) suppose to be connected with the forest drugs disappearances?
Bilkin: We don't know, but it's in the same area.
And it DISAPPEARS.
Dralban: I feel it disappearing could have been the best thing that could of happened to us.
Every other encounter has almost killed us
Blank: You don't want to be Venom?
Bilkin: Ankhegs were meant for our full party, keep that in mind
not just 4 of us
Dralban: We played the hell out of those fools.
flexs arms
Balasar (OOC): back
Bilkin: You having Cure Wounds up your sleeve was singularly one of the most relieving things this campaign.
Dralban: and animal friendship surprisingly lol
Blank: Dr. Dollittle I guess.
Dralban: I think Bilk said something to you last Balasar
Blank: said it's been a month
Bilkin: to Blank, mostly.
Blank: she wasn't totally paying attention
Bilkin: She WILL NOW casts dissonant whispers
Blank: lol
Bilkin , looking at Balasar, "It seems more and more the case of your sister coincides with the plight of the land. Our interests may well be co-operable."
Dralban "I agree. I say you co-operable with us." Smiling at Balasar
Bilkin: blank stop running around the fields you're not a pony
Blank: You won't contain my wild spirit!
Swiftwind Balasar sweeps his gaze around, sizing the party up.
Balasar (OOC): Who's missing?
Blank: Zaigan and Tec?
Bilkin: Zaigan's "guarding", Tec's "drinking"
Blank: Den was u meen Bal?
Balasar (OOC): There's the Drow, the human, and the elf.
Bilkin: And then the half-drow and the PrettyBoy by the door.
Blank: Zaigan is an undead angel tpaladin thing
Dralban: Zaigan is human Pally. (I think)
Bilkin: Aasimar*
Blank: Tec is a half elf Drow barbarian
Dralban: Tec is half-drow barb
Blank: jinz
jinx
Dralban: lol
Mail you a coke later.
Blank: woo!
Bilkin: sending cocaine through the mail breaks a few laws, methinks
(sarcasm)
Blank shrugs her shoulder noncommitmentally.
Swiftwind Balasar "It does appear you could use my help. Let it not be said I deny those in need."
Bilkin beamed at the dragonborn. "Well met, Swiftwind Balasar!"
Blank: Bilkin, that's why you put a big neon sticker on it saying it's not cocaine, works everytime.
Bilkin: or "FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES"
Blank: now your getting it!
Dralban "Indeed! Welcome! I have never had a Dragon friend before." Whispering to Bilkin, "I think you butchered his name Bilkin." Everyone could hear Dralban.
Bilkin sighed, and muttered "such is our crew..."
Blank: It's the same reason Superman's disguise works, his work badge says, Clark Kent, Not Superman
Bilkin: ohhhhhhh, and I thought it was the glasses
Blank smiled mirthlessly at Balasar and left it at that.
Blank: Bal, Blank doesn't hate you, she's just slow to trust anyone.
Dralban "Oh! Oh! Oh! By the way the big elf over there with the much more tan skin than mine, is Tecuani. I saw him kill like 10 Frorcs once. The guy over there in the shiney metal is Zaigan. He's a new friend too." almost shouting excitedly.
Dralban: and Dral trusted you instantly lol
Bilkin: Bilkin was just like "the folk tales are coming true right in front of me omg omg omg keep cool"
Dralban: hahahaha
Blank: fanboy orgasm^
Bilkin: Dragons are cool, yo.
Blank: Bilkin is the fanboy
Bilkin: (so am I)
Blank: well then...
Bilkin: I've always wanted to play a dragonborn but it just never fits with the character concept at the time.
Swiftwind Balasar puts down his drink and stands up and straightens his back. He looks down at the little human, over a full foot shorter than Balasar, as he reaches out for a handshake. "I see at least one of you can be reasonable. I have been introduced , perhaps you would introduce yourself aswell."
Blank: are they not good mages, or just backstory conflicts?
Bilkin "Bilkin Doarat, ex-researcher of the Blackdawn Academy! Pardon the late introduction."
Bilkin: It didn't seem right for a warlock of basically Cthulhu to be a dragonborn.
Dralban "Oooooh me too. I'm Dralban, I think i said that. I'm a black ranger from the swamps." Sticks out his hand in excitement. Smile ear to ear.
Blank: I'll assume that there is a story conflict there and move on
Balasar (OOC): Dragborn takes things strongly. They're either really good... or really bad.
Blank stood still, "I'm Blank."
Bilkin: blank stare intensifies
Blank: It's reaching new found levels of intensity!
Swiftwind Balasar intentionally ignores the drow's existance as he accepts the little drunkard's handshake.
Dralban stares at his small hand in the dragon's large claw. He stood speechless for the first time tonigh.
Blank: everyone is little compared to this guy apparently!
Bilkin: dragonborn are on average 7 feet tall and 300 pounds
Blank: wouldn't that make him rather skinny?
Dralban: I'm like 5' 6" and 150 lbs lol
Blank: how big is Zaigan, do we know?
Blank is 5' 80 lbs.
Bilkin: 300lbs 7' is a BMI of 29.9, meaning quite bulky for his height
Blank: huh, guess I'm just use to wrestler big show who is 7 foot, 400+ lbs.
Balasar (OOC): ... Let's just say I probably won't be finding a good riding horse any time soon.
Bilkin: Well, we had the possibility of two donkeys and a cart. Once.
Balasar (OOC): Ugh.
Bilkin: Once.
ONCE.
Blank: maybe a horse with a metal coated skeleton...
Bilkin: I'm thinking an Ankheg.
Dralban instantly remembering an old fairy tale that was told to him when he was young, Dralban blurts out, "Can you fly? Or, Um, Breath fire?"
Balasar (OOC): Last time I hadea donkey and a cart they lasted all of half an hour before the donkey was eaten and the cart fell off a cliff.
Dralban: Dralban loved those Donkeys....
Blank looks at Dralban incredulously, "Do you see wings?"
Bilkin looked at Dralban surprisedly, "do you see red or gold scales?"
Dralban "I, uh, don't not see wings. Scales? I'm not a dragon hater or anything Bilk."
Blank: giggle
I would like to roll a changeling character, but I don't think the rules are set up for those yet.
Bilkin: Changeling as in transforms into an animal?
Blank: in 4th ed they had them, could change race, gender, anything as lon as humanoid and of similar size.
Bilkin: WAT
sounds major OP
Then again, I never played 4th
Swiftwind Balasar "Nay, little elf. I can neither fly, nor breathe fire. As a proud member of the Swiftwinds, my roar brings frost, not fire."
Blank: had one that was a thief back then
Balasar (OOC): 4th was all combat. Being able to change your apearance never mattered.
Blank: it saved me from being massacred by sahaugins once.
Balasar (OOC): I had a guy play a changeling and he was only able to use it for roleplaying once the entire campaign.
Bilkin: 3.5 would've had you have to consult an Excel spreadsheet every time you transformed if that was a thing
Blank: was surrounded, shifted, passed bluff and they left me alone.
Dralban: I never liked 4th. A little to simple in my opinion. Targets a different audience.
Blank: worked for me, was brand new to the game.
Dralban: I loved 3.5 though I have pathfinder I never played.
Balasar (OOC): 4th is a step to the side. While I'm not entirely happy with it, a lot of it was used to build 5th
Bilkin: I like 3.5 for the depth of its rules, but "wealth by level" was something they introduced that completely ruined a LOT of D&D parties.
5e's a major upgrade.
Balasar (OOC): Yes. 5th is good. It's very good. I can't wait until it has as many supplements as 3.5
But we wouldn't have 5th without the oddities that were in 4th
Dralban "You breathe snow?" Contemplates his childhood fantasies and wonders what was real and what wasn't. Was Elfen Clause real? Or the candy squirrel? "Um, well Bilkin is a Wurlock and he's teaching me. Maybe I will be able to breathe fire one day."