Ermine

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

"Aini willn take yer word. Youn tabi watch'd gamen time, but youn can stay." The elder motions to some of what can be assumed are the more capable adults, but seems to ignore all gestures to him from your party. "We got morn enough berries if youn be hunger'd. Only one each. Gowen now."

The men both bow in synchronized and overdramatic fashion, taking a few steps before dropping to their knees in a humble begging position. "We may leave before the morrow. For Sommertriss. And since you allowed us time to tell our tale, please, we brought gifts. We hope you accept...after the meal, of course. We don't want to take your attention from these fine people you have with you. And...the cat, I suppose. You don't leash your pet, young miss?" He gestures toward Harriet and Lorenthar. "I suppose you value freedom, then. For the well behaved, at least. Given it's not attacking us, I assume it is either well trained or very subservient to your wishes - yes, there's a difference - in which case, I must commend you on your training." The ex-slavers both stand, again in unison, as they recieve a berry each, delivered by a scared young firbolg in her awkward years. They seem to pay her no mind. "Please, please commence the festivities! We wish to remain as unobtrusive as possible!"

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"Thesen men. Yes. Theyn burrowed a girl. Daughter. Mine. Binseen her again, yes? Youn help?" The woman looked surprisingly young to have had a daughter, especially one of the age implied in the story. "Biggen words. Not humble. Neithern youn them. Speakn words Nai-ni-ren donnin unterstain. Speakn biggen words. Helpen finden daughter? Younyoun?"

Firbolg Common

Be happy. There is a lot there and I was just gonna do a couple words. ^//^
"I will take you for your word. You'll be watched the whole time, but you can stay. We have more than enough berries if you're hungry. Only one each. Go on now."

"These men. Yes. They stole a girl. Daughter. Mine. I will see her again, yes? You will help? Big words. Not humble. Neither you nor them speaking words Nai-ni-ren (Mockingbird, from Firbolgen, a dead language pretty much only used for names) doesn't understand. Speaking big words. Helping to find daughter? You (specifically)?"

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Daisy had reason to be supsicious of who was apparently a new member of their party, but now had reason to be wary of the rest. Even a percieved slight or seeing someone who was potentially in the wrong could result in murdering a man without asking questions. This entire continent confused her often, what with its overly violent culture and its clearly rampant insanity, leaving her none too surprised when a guard showed up to take them in. She was almost refreshed by this turn of events. It was sickening. Everything was starting to make sense again. There's no fun in that after -- well, it didn't matter now.

She was interrupted in her reverie by a bump from the one who'd watched her pretend to sleep not even really that long ago. "Oh, stay here and enjoy the fun. I'm sure there's fun. There will be with us around, right?"

Fluffy Mechanics

Healing Word on Ceria. Heals for 9 HP

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

As if they weren't bad enough for killing these people when she could easily have talked them down and held a trial, they were looting the bodies in front of all the bystanders! The nerve! She hoped the cultist would see it as barbaric as she did, but doubted that was the case. He definitely didn't think like a rational, civilized person. So instead, she stood by the goliath, knealed, and apologized first to his corpse, before standing and yelling out to the villagers, "I apologize for the actions my...compatriots and I made you witness. This is not our normal behavior, and we have no intent to harm anyone else while we are in this town." She growled the last part to her group. "Please accept our apology. I personally have nothing to offer but song and...at least I think, hope. And since singing seems disrespectful to the dead at our feet, which I assume my friends are going to probably disrespect more my taking their worldy possessions, I...I want to tell you all that the fight is over. Again, accept my apology."

[Hider=Yes I actually am doing stuff]Daisy expends two power points to use Incite Courage on the 6 closest villagers to her (assuming she can see 6 of them)[hider]

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

The newcomers smiled the same eerie smile simultaneously at Evyr, and uttered the same word, also synchronized. "Yes." They continued into the village with a strut of confidence, and stood by the tree. "But since you asked, we have a story to tell, as well."

Meanwhile, the firbolg woman looked confusedly at Draj, and the firbolg leader was equally lost at Harriet's expression. Both bemused individuals quickly caught on to their addressers' meanings quickly, however. The grizzled druid held up his hand in an equally universal (unspoken) gesture of "calm yourself, impudent child." The woman Draj spoke to nodded, looking for any excuse to leave these newcomers. "Ainai na promisen ta entertainy, but shown youn around I can." She takes Draj's hand and pulls him actually somwhat aggressively to the opposite end of the village.

The unwanted visitor who seemed to carry himself as more of a leader than the other began speaking. "You lot experienced this story. But you new folk may have heard the tails already. See, we'd visited this village before. Many times. We were traders, you see. We brought our merchandise through here, using this as a rest stop. With their blessing. We were quite the enterpreneurs.

"But these folk don't take too kindly to some things. Like having their young ones snatched away in the middle of the night. But see, we like money...liked money more than sentient lives." He nods to the elder with a strange expression of reverence. "But this little girl, we knew she'd be worth a lot of money to the right buyer. Natural telents you wouldn't believe. Only 9 years old, could already use magics this one can't." He pauses, locking eyes with the elder. "I mean no disrespect to this man. He has wisdom she had not yet earned.

"But we took her all the way to Hassmer. No trees there so no reason for a buyer to think she could escape. But turns out when we found a buyer, he thought we charged him too much when she didn't perform for him. She was not broken yet, we'd said. We had hoped he would provide her a decent home and education to enhance her raw talents, not force her into servitude. But, as you are probably aware, we were...less than correct." His face shows pensive sadness, but his eyes remain dry. "And he believed as recompense, he should be rewarded with all of our remaining property. Being a man of such high station, we had no choice but to acquiesce. But most of our company lacked our...honor, so to speak, and were themselves killed or taken as slaves.

"So our cold welcome is understandable, and we accept that we are not wanted here. We will stay until the morrow and be gone before sunrise. We will take no slaves. We are no longer in that business. Your people are safe." Not once through his entire story did he take his eyes off the elder.

Firbolg Common

I'm not promising to entertain you, but I can show you around.

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

The final story would have been interrupted had Angela not walked away anyway; the firbolgs had become distracted by strangers in the distance. Or at least, they were strangers to the party. They were well-dressed in fine clothing, and the firbolgs did not look at them fondly. "Youn come t'ar homen ghen disrupten er guests' stories, brudas. Yer na welcome hier."

The two, what the party now recognized as, human men put their hands up and bowed their heads. They spoke in another language, but didn't seem to address the party at all so much as what could be assumed safely was the leader of these firbolgs, "Xwyx yOYu nu i mŤ Heyu. yOwYu iXi. Xw yOYu eyiyw. Xwyx yen v i. Or do you not speak the high tongue?"

The firbolgs all remain silent, but back down. They still look untrusting of the newcomers, however.

Firbolg Common

"You came to our home again and disrupted our guests' stories, brothers. You're not welcome here." That one was pretty clear, I guess.

Sylvan

"We're not here to start trouble with you (We, not including you, do not want here to make more than waste). Don't worry (Do not distract yourself). None of us want to fight (we, including you, do not want to fight). We will rest, then leave."

Open Legend - Let's Do The Thing!

(Oddly enough, there was no damage to the characters from the explosion, which is something you addressed. Also, it would have been lethal damage)

The man, who had been bound in magical chains already, could not have been more demoralized. Or rather, he could no longer be demoralized. The force of the explosion seemed to hurt him more than it hurt the others, in such a way even Mal could understand. Evyr's actions had made it obvious to her the man was dead, given his lack of any sort of reaction to the chains, and Mal could see the blood that smeared when the body was moved by the chains ever so briefly.

Wren pulled herself up, seeing the other two crowding around the man Mal had previously held. She saw others getting up farther down the street, too, so at least they were okay. This man wasn't moving at all anymore, though. She pushed past the others to search the body (22), but not finding much of use beyond a tattoo on his shoulder: a crescent moon emitting a flame burst on the top, bottom, and sides. "Any of you know anything about this? Or is it just a mark he got while drunk one day?"

(If Evyr looks, she does recognize it. It's the local branch of this country's thieves guild. She had a matching tattoo before she died, but no longer has it. Each branch has a different moon and flame burst pattern, and she knows a few different variations and to which branch they belong).

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

So much fumbling of words. Common folk from this backwater island with no culture and a language to match. Not that she thought herself better than them by any means, but she did hold her homeland in high regard. And the one she'd pestered on the way to this city, oh, what could she say to make him seem civilized and...not insane? There was only so much she could do. The best option was to ignore that particular elephant (or octopus, as the case may be) in the room and distract everyone from the real issues (because the cult wasn't going to be an issue much longer, with any luck, and at the moment...octopus. And a man who didn't seem to see the problem with creating otherworldly entities, even if they were illusions, in front of the guards of a prominent general. So at the moment, they were the real issue in her mind).

With a dramatic sigh (with a hint of annoyance because it meant having to switch back to focusing on Mantle of Joy), Daisy knew it was her who had to step in, not realizing she was having the same thoughts as the other woman. "So, you're telling us to do what we already started doing? And you're not going to pay us for it?"

She stepped closer to the general.

"I won't deny that it's for the greater good. Obviously it's for the greater good, and you're already considering giving us more information, but see, we're just starting out on this mission of yours," a gesture of camaraderie with her hand on the general's shoulder, "and I don't think it would hurt you too much to offer us just a little bit of money for supplies, too. If you have potions handy, we could use them, if you didn't have the money to spare -or in addition to the money, if you're feeling particularly gregarious- but this seems to be a pretty busy city with a lot of confidence in its military, so I would hate to think their confidence was ill-placed."

A nearly flirtatious smile.

"And we could use anything you would be willing to offer to fight back any poisons that may be forced into our bodies..." A wink, followed by the drawing out of her clothing a map. "After all, we already have a pretty strong suspicion of where they may be already, we just need a little bit of extra money or other aid you can offer to prepare for what we may encounter."

The Stuff

Mantle of Joy is beneficial to the point of being annoying to have to keep switching back to it. However, in this particular case, it's probably not helpful enough.
12 (I mean, it's better than the 8 I would have had, so no real complaints)

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

In the morning, the old firbolg awoke early and left the hut, conjuring forth several handfuls of goodberries for the entire village (and for some of the nearby fauna). All of the firbolgs sat around the tree in silence as he passed a berry out to each of them and to any of the party members who happened to be out with him at the time. None of them ate their berries until the guests and nearby animals ate. Even the children cooperated and sat in silence, likely a strange occurence to those who had grown up in cities.

"Comen tellen us tales, if you want." The firbolg tried his best to emulate the weird speech patterns of the others, and seemed quite proud of the accomplishment. Despite his still somber attitude, even those in the party with no people skills could easily tell he was trying to lighten the mood for his people, some of whom were crying. "Tellen us tales of yer homelands and the out-of-forest."

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Despite the counterproductive nature of the behaviors of her allies, Daisy is amused by their actions, and disappointed they had to end it. One of them was even trying to actually continue. She supposed it was better than being kicked out of the town for annoying the guards, but if they hadn't been so bad at what they did, that wouldn't even have come up. She could have just waltzed right in, with only a small interruption from the guard captain.

An idea came to her mind, though, that would provide just what she thought this group needed: a lone fly buzzing right next to the guard captain's ear that only he could hear. Or she could try to calm down the cultist she'd so far only annoyed. Maybe even motivate him to go in and seek the general. But then what if he brought it up? And the guard captain being like he is would probably realize it was an illusion planted in his mind. So many things that wouldn't be productive! She settled on making one of the guards hear a siren song lead him away. Whether it led him away or not didn't matter so much, as he the other guards and the captain were still there, but it could distract the captain and make him redirect his frustration (or anger? She wasn't sure) at the other guard instead. Besides, she wanted to see if the primalist actually got them in so she wouldn't have to use her own leverage.

Effects

Using Delusion to make the guard who's watching her hear the song coming from the direction of the port for the next minute.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

As soon as she had finished her dealings with the dragonborn, Daisy had enough of her own joy without needing that of her patron, and spent a moment refocusing her energy. "Thank you for your cooperation." She hadn't said it so much to the dragonborn as to herself, mumbled almost inaudibly. She rejoined Ceria in a near skip as she sang along with the song the marchers played. She tried not to let on that the "words" she sang were total gibberish, but she didn't really care if anyone picked up on it as long as it sounded good.

She watched as the elf girl who watched her sleep caught one of the arrows with her hands. Wasn't the brightest idea, but she was impressed it was as easy as she made it seem. She didn't say anything to her about it, of course, mainly because she kind of hoped it would be obvious with her expression that she was impressed. Plus, why interrupt a perfectly good song? She focused more on her song as they walked, ignoring most of the talking of the group around her, at least until the music stopped and she was indirectly addressed.

"We have no reason not to see him. Let's go!" She marched on ahead of the group, trying to look as impressive as possible. (Specifically to Ceria, because why flirt when you can sexy-walk? @Mistiel)

Mechanical stuff

Bonus action to focus on Adaptive Body because breathing, eating, and sleeping are boring wastes of time. ^~^
Performance roll on her gibberish-singing: 24. SERIOUSLY, WHY AM I ROLLING SO HIGH?! This is weeeeeeiiiiiird >< I'm scared. ><
Performance roll to walk-flirt with Ceria (since I was asked to): 25 (Nat 20. What. The. Actual. Fuck.)