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The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

I previously said I anticipated Sola's post.

Now I'm a kid in a candy store. :#

Poor Zimnis. Apparently, he can't take his ale that well. I'll post another Zimmy after Lindir and Hai do something.

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

Joegreenbeen said
Thanks for the advice icicle, but I can't seem to make it work. XD

it doesn't help when you use [/hinder] instead of [/hider]. I think that mistake might be hindering your progress.

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

Joe, by using [hider2=] you can fit those other two hiders within your IC post hider. In any case, Sola, I thought it would be nice to add interaction with drunkards from around the bar. I wrote that a few drunkards hobbled over and talked to Zimnis briefly, but if luck would have it that a few more interesting strangers happened to take interest in the gnome, tell me so I can edit the drunkards out.

Alright, unless someone wants to add more character interaction to their posts, I am done.

Zimnis #4

As the barkeep congratulated him, the masterful puppeteer vaulted onto a bar stool once more, chuckling as he steadied himself. With a wide grin, he watched the barkeep fill the first draught of ale and cheekily responded to the man's comment, "From whence I come, it is said that one never regrets a business deal with a puppet master." After his comment, he chuckled to himself and quickly accepted the free ale from the barkeep as a few strangers hobbled over to him. While he was interrupted from drinking his ale, he noticed both the drunkenness of the strangers, and the shouting gnome from the St. Christopher who had managed to hobble over to the bar. "Drink up," Zimnis cheerily commented, raising the over-sized mug to his friend before taking a big gulp.

Zimnis then put the half-drank mug down and conversed with the drunkards for a few minutes as more drama unveiled around himself. He explained what a puppet was to the drunkards, then sent them off, claiming that, "my tricks are my meals. No one wants to give away their meals, eh?" With his conversation over, he looked around the bar, trying to ignore the rambling gnome beside him as he finished off the last of his ale.

The drunkards asked for free ale, but the barkeeper swiftly told them off, as did Zimnis, who immediately felt internally guilty upon doing so(despite their persistence). The gnome looked around for the rather large and calm orc from the boat, but the green-skinned giant was nowhere to be seen! Swerving around, Zimnis grabbed another ale and, raising it towards the barkeep, claimed, "the orc won't be needin' this tonight," before trying once again to drown himself in the brilliant, frothy, golden liquid. This time, as opposed to the first, he could make out the faint taste of honey in the bitter-sweet drink. By the time the second draught was empty, he was certain that the hole which previously occupied the space of his stomach was full to the brim.

As he slammed the empty draught down beside the last, he released a rather loud belch and briefly complimented the barkeep before turning his attention to the creepy robed guy and the other gnome.

BamGardo Wins!

Zimnis grinned excitedly as the barkeeper agreed, anticipating an incredible performance. From his time aboard the St. Chris, between his furious bouts of up-chucking, eating and sleeping, Zimnis only managed to observe BamGardo playing cards, rolling dice, and forking over coins to unusually cheerful sailors. As the gnomes of Highesthill always said, a gnome's at his best with his tools and a challenge. Or were those dwarves I heard that from... he thought, briefly tuning out the rambunctious fellow in order to try getting a few more drops out of his draughts. To his brief horror, the barkeep stole both draughts away right as he reached for them, destroying his hopes of extracting the last few drops.

After another second, he chuckled to himself, dismissing his unluckiness, and directed his cheerfulness towards BamGardo, openly inquiring, "I wonder what fantastic miracles he can pull off with those!"

BamGardo Fails!

Zimnis hadn't expected the barkeep to have lost his cheerful mood so quickly, but that was how the situation played out for the loud gnome. For a moment, the puppet-master felt like hobbling over to console the gnome. Before the puppet master could make up his mind, however, the gnome sent him the glance of an impassioned, berzerking Meatwrencher and stormed out, probably to plot a gnomish scheme for revenge. As he thought to reach for the gnome's ale, realizing that BamGardo would probably not be returning for it, the [perception check to see if Zimnis is drunk enough to see Hai's rotting flesh] blurred hand of the creepy robed guy as he stole away the ale.

Once again, before Zimnis had the reaction time to object, the rippling, robe-covered figure was rushing towards the door, small drops of ale dripping from the brimm-filled draught. The puppet-master watched in amusement as, behind the door, the robed guy spoke to someone who sounded like BamGardo, then watched as the figure returned with the empty draught in-tow. Zimnis chuckled as the figure sat nearby, then turned his attention to a few drunkards who happened to overhear the exchange and, renewed with the passion for free ale, meandered over to the bar once more.

After waving off the drunkards once again, the persistent buggers he thought, feeling less guilty about it, he looked around once more and noticed the seer's booth near the back of the tavern behind the happy, but obtrusive faces of humans and dwarves. Zimnis had to squint to identify the rather shiny, green orbules of light from his companion's clothes due to the alcohol, but the resemblance was unmistakable once his sight was focused enough to see. Turning back around, he watched the odd, robed fellow drink his ale in amusement and told the barkeeper, "I hadn't spied those fancily-purpled draperies in the back over thar before now," at this he pointed to the fortune-teller, "what can you tell me about them?"

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

I am only bringing this up because none of the other characters reacted at all to Zimnis's wager with the barkeeper. I don't think a perception check is required for them to know about Zimnis's deal, either. If his show goes poorly, they have to buy a drink. If his show goes well, they get a free drink. They should probably react to this in some way, whether they want a drink or not.

Your character's reasons for wanting or not wanting a drink are up to you, but no one has given any indication or even reacted either way thus far.

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

Of course they're different, but they've been on a boat for weeks on end with nothing but foul-tasting but clear water and rations and they don't even want a free drink? Even Hai's got to be curious about what drinking alcohol feels like, if he doesn't already know.

Edit: And what kind of warrior orc doesn't like alcohol? Does Grom have some dark history where he went on a drunk rampage after a pint of mead? Otherwise the stuff has got to be pretty compelling to a guy who gets foul looks from humans and elves all the time.

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

Wait, whaaat? None of the other characters want a free drink if Zimnis wins his wager? What in the hay kind of adventurers are they? 0.0"

Escape from Syrae (Irell Starling)

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The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

I have finished my post. Sola, if you want to do tons and tons more rolls, go ahead and change whatever you deem necessary. You can make a charisma check wherever Zimnis addresses the crowd. If you want, you can also make a knowledge check wherever a scene changes, fighting happens, or enemies are defeated, although I thought that a single knowledge check at the end would suffice. I think that what I provided was adequate, but the more checks you add, the more interesting you can make the situation. I made assumptions that, because of his previous experience, Zimnis would at least be competent enough to summon his puppets and provide an adequate story. T

he timespan of action in this post was around a half an hour, from when Zimnis jumps off the bar stool to when he returns to the bar area. His performance was super flashy because he used his staff to use illusion magic for some scenery and a few props, so it isn't a very long one.

Zimnis #3

Success! The giddy gnome grinned and pointed over to the musicians, commenting, "Alright then, clear the stage and I'll start!" After the musicians finished their piece and begrudgingly shuffled out of the performance area in the corner, the gnome calmly hobbled over with his staff and moved all but one of the stools out of the way, propping up the lone stool in the back corner. He then placed his staff against the wall next to him and walked over to the front of the presentation area.

"Greetings, fair people of Thoria! Before you stands Zimmysonmekkasproketitificanster, the puppet master of the Highesthill. Tonight, you shall all witness a magnificent display of two warriors and their quest for the mythic sword named Heizorlansteir." He emphasized his words with broad gestures and subtle expressions, addressing the people of the crowd, especially the barkeep, specifically and generally as he spoke, shifting his attention from one person to groups of people. All the while, he stepped around the stage calmly, gradually starting to produce the movement which would eventually lead to the beginning of his performance.

Zimnis continued his introduction with a great clap as he said, "The story I am about to lay before you is a story of action!" He then quickly posed as if he was lunging with a sword, farcically trying to look tough, and jumped back as he swung his hand up to his face, as if shielding his eyes from the sun. He leaned forward, looking around the crowd as he added, "Adventure!" He then held up his fist and heartily shouted, "Valor!" With his fist still clenched, he hit himself in the back and squealed, "Betrayal!" Zimnis then returned to an even standing position and commented, "and, of course, it will be a story of fantastical wonders, as you have never seen!" [Charisma check to see how many crowd members notice him, and how they react to his introduction]

The puppeteer then bowed to the crowd and pulled out his two puppets, both humanoid, featureless, wooden dolls attached to strings, which were attached to complex wooden lever-like devices which Zimnis held on to as he walked back to the stool in the corner of the room. He hopped onto his stool and grinned, shouting, "I present to you," he then paused for emphasis, summoning the magical energies to his hands as he pictured the two figures in his mind. The gnome detailed each familiar fold and crevice of both puppets, one a short, armored and armed humanoid figure with a highly detailed face, and the other a stout, hairy and roughly dressed dwarven figure with a war-hatchet and a full animal bladder, once again, with a highly detailed face.

Then, as he opened his eyes, he released all of the magical energy from his hands into the puppets, summoning the two life-sized puppets before him with a blinding flash of light and smoke. [Light magic check for the quality of the figures]

High roll

As the light and smoke quickly faded, Zimnis shouted loud so as to raise his voice over the commotion of the crowd and continued, "Sir Archibald, noble adventurer and warrior of his king, Zerilichi." As he spoke, he moved his left hand around in a very precise manner, causing the humanoid figure to perform a quick jig, followed by drawing his sword and raising it to the ceiling. As the humanoid's mouth opened, Zimnis announced in a very practiced and noble tone, "I am Sir Archibald, the true heir of the Heizorlansteir!"

Zimnis then continued, "and the shorter one, Marlbow the Stout." He then moved both hands and had the two puppets interact for a moment before the dwarf puppet shot straight up and turned towards the gnome, moving its mouth as Zimnis shouted in an angry, deep, and heavily accented voice, "an' if ye call me' shart unce agen," the dwarf then pointed his axe at the gnome and Zimnis shouted louder, "YA'L BE SEARCHIN' DA BO'TM O' DE SEA FIR YER LEGS!" Zimnis returned to his own voice and quickly apologized, then he began his story, having the two prance about the stage, interacting with illusory objects such as heavy rocks and books, running around and jumping, and even fighting a giant dragon-head puppet which Zimnis summoned on the wall and controlled by moving his staff with his left foot. [Light magic check for the dragon-head as well, if you want]

At the end of the show, the two puppets bowed professionally to the crowd, [Knowledge check to see if the crowd was interested, Charisma check to see if they enjoyed it] as did Zimnis. Then, with another bright flash of light, the two life-sized puppets disappeared as the magic energy in the puppets flowed back into Zimnis's hands. The master puppeteer then placed his puppets back in their spots within the pockets of his cloak, and the gnome hopped down from his stool in the corner. After grabbing his staff, he hobbled back to the front of the stage, bowed, and called, "As Marlbow would say, 'tis time fir a drink!'" He chuckled to himself after saying this, and walked back over to the barkeep to see what he thought.

Low roll

As the light and smoke cleared, Zimnis was horrified to see the state of his puppets. The faces were not nearly as detailed as he had hoped, and the costumes were much more rugged than he had imagined. Nonetheless, He raised his voice voice over the commotion of the crowd and continued, "Sir Archibald, noble adventurer and warrior of his king, Zerilichi." As he spoke, he moved his left hand around in a very precise manner, causing the humanoid figure to perform a quick jig, followed by drawing his sword and raising it to the ceiling. Due to the poor costume, the thin blade of the sword broke off as the humanoid puppet posed, clashing to the ground with a loud ruckus. As the humanoid's mouth opened, Zimnis announced in a very practiced and noble tone, "I am Sir Archibald, the seeker of the Heizorlansteir!" The figure then looked down at the blade on the ground and continued, "after all, this will no longer do."

Zimnis then continued, "and the shorter one, Marlbow the Stout." He then moved both hands and had the two puppets interact for a moment before the dwarf puppet shot straight up and turned towards the gnome, moving its mouth as Zimnis shouted in an angry, deep, and heavily accented voice, "an' if ye call me' shart unce agen," the dwarf then pointed his axe at the gnome and Zimnis shouted louder, "YA'L BE SEARCHIN' DA BO'TM O' DE SEA FIR YER LEGS!" As the dwarf puppet pointed his axe at the gnome, the head of the axe slipped down the handle, back to the dwarve's hand. Zimnis returned to his own voice and quickly apologized as the dwarf puppet hid his axe behind his back and fiddled with it, still staring angrily at the gnome.

After both puppets quickly fiddled with their weapons, they posed once again, both weapons temporarily remaining in once piece. Zimnis then began his story, having the two prance about the stage, interacting with invisible objects such as heavy rocks and books, running around and jumping, and even fighting a few small illusions which looked like blobs of moving slime, imps with high-pitched voices, and innocent deer, which Zimnis summoned by holding his magic stave with his left foot.

At the end of the show, the two puppets bowed professionally to the crowd, [Knowledge check to see if the crowd was interested, Charisma check to see if they enjoyed it] as did Zimnis. Then, with another bright flash of light, the two life-sized puppets disappeared as the magic energy in the puppets flowed back into Zimnis's hands. The master puppeteer then placed his puppets back in their spots within the pockets of his cloak, and the gnome hopped down from his stool in the corner. After grabbing his staff, he hobbled back to the front of the stage, bowed, and called, "As Marlbow would say, 'tis time fir a drink!'" He chuckled to himself after saying this, and walked back over to the barkeep to see what the burly man thought.

The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp) REBOOT

Hey, Sola. Would you prefer that I detail generally what Zimnis does for his performance and you roll for what the crowd thinks of it, or should I provide you with enough information to do a skill roll(probably three ones, light magic, knowledge, and charisma) to determine how well he does?