Pyromania99 said
Guess the storms heading back in. Hope a certain wench doesn't stick her nose where it doesn't belong. . . Again.
I would love it if a certain tavern wench showed Leifr some "dignity."
...by scolding a lost child of course. Again.
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I would love it if a certain tavern wench showed Leifr some "dignity."
...by scolding a lost child of course. Again.
Pyromania99 said
Any suggestions on moving Lyrisa onto the main party?
Being angry at Fiore made her forget the reason she went into the tavern in the first place:
Food and water.
She got the water, yeah, but what about food?
I guess another question is "What reason does Lyrisa have for being here?" and try to do something around that.
Edit:
Or, you know, stalk a person because they patted your head (lol).
Renose said If it was information Leifr wanted though, even he would know that talking to the tavern keep was probably the best idea...
From now on, any jabs I make at Leifr would be calling him ignorant or clueless by abusing variations of the phrase "even someone like Liefr." Maybe I'll be so obvious that even Leifr would notice.
Lyrisa may be a child, but she has the mind of a grown woman!
Everyone knows you can buy children with sweets, but you can also buy adults with money. And Leifr has money.
Leifr just has to make an offering of money and sweets and then Lyrisa would (hopefully) be appeased.
Everyone knows you can buy children with sweets, but you can also buy adults with money. And Leifr has money.
Leifr just has to make an offering of money and sweets and then Lyrisa would (hopefully) be appeased.
I was having him head there, yes, but if you want I don't mind a offscreen timeskip to skip the walk and him tying his horse to the post (maybe it'd like the name Vera?) so that you can get right into the meat of things: him entering the tavern, sitting down, ordering the entire stock of ale, and flirting with all the pretty, dignified wenches.
(But don't forget that Fiore is right by the tavern speaking to a guard~)
Edit:
Unless you just wanted to make sure so that you could do an Observation Roll. Yeah, that works too.
(But don't forget that Fiore is right by the tavern speaking to a guard~)
Edit:
Unless you just wanted to make sure so that you could do an Observation Roll. Yeah, that works too.
I just realized that both the men have horses while the lovely mages do not. Does that mean, on long adventures, that the lovely mages would have to ride while embracing the men from behind~?
"Hold on tight, Lady Adela, it would be terrible if you fell off. Ah, L-Lady Adela, you are stronger than you loo- Ugh?! I c-can't... Adela... air...!"
"Would you like to ride up front, Lyrisa?
Huh, what do you mean?
I'm not treating you like a child.
Then would you rather fall off from the back?
I'm not implying anything. I'm just saying that you are small so the horse might-
Where are you going? You're not planning on walking the whole way there are you?
Come on, we'll go faster by horse. Look, I'll even let you hold the reins.
I'm not treating you like a child!
Why are you so mad?!"
...That's a terrible idea. We need to get them enough money to buy their own horses.
"Hold on tight, Lady Adela, it would be terrible if you fell off. Ah, L-Lady Adela, you are stronger than you loo- Ugh?! I c-can't... Adela... air...!"
"Would you like to ride up front, Lyrisa?
Huh, what do you mean?
I'm not treating you like a child.
Then would you rather fall off from the back?
I'm not implying anything. I'm just saying that you are small so the horse might-
Where are you going? You're not planning on walking the whole way there are you?
Come on, we'll go faster by horse. Look, I'll even let you hold the reins.
I'm not treating you like a child!
Why are you so mad?!"
...That's a terrible idea. We need to get them enough money to buy their own horses.
None of you saw that horrible mistake I made in my post, right? No one?
Good.
...Wait, which mistake?
Good.
...Wait, which mistake?
“Aslaug?”
No response.
“Hmm, what about Tora?”
No response.
“You must want something strong and dependable. I see. Then, how about... Magnhildr!”
A dismissive snort.
“Oh, then-”
“OOOOODYSSSSSSEEEEUUUSSSS!”
Leifr broke from his thoughts about naming his warhorse. While this village of Calgeth was quite busy in preparation for the oncoming festival, Leifr didn't think that someone would be so troubled in broad daylight. And it wasn't a shout of warning or joy for this Odysseus person, but a cry for help! It sounded like either the man shouting or this Odysseus person were in trouble, or maybe they were trying to start trouble! Leifr was just about to snap the reigns and charge ahead when the bright, large, curious eyes of a little boy directly in front of his steed reminded Leifr that he was currently in the middle of a town that was busy preparing for festivals. A war horse charging full speed through the streets was probably more dangerous than any barfight or daylight trouble that Odysseus and his company were most likely having.
Pray, forgive me Sir Odysseus! Leifr thought in disappointment as he maneuvered his steed around the child and and headed (albeit slowly) towards the origin of the cry: the tavern. Though I am in the same village during your time of need, his thoughts continued, I am unable to reach you with my full determination. I pray for you: hold out until the guards arrive, Sir Odysseus!
Leifr clasped his hands together and closed his eyes tightly, mentally begging this “Sir Odysseus” for forgiveness. Right now, Leifr had another thing on his mind: the curious and suspicious stares of the townsfolk and especially the curious children that who were fascinated by such a well-trained and dignified steed such as his. He would probably be faster just walking on foot and leading the horse than trying to maneuver it around the rushing townsfolk in the streets from horseback.
As he dismounted, in an attempt to pacify the onlookers he made a slight bow towards the townfolks and apologized for any trouble he caused, and though his attempt was met with giggles and confusion it seemed to work for the most part. As for the children, well, he just smiled at them and waved. The effect was opposite of what he wanted, because apparently that meant he gave his consent to have the children flock towards him and start petting and touching the warhorse and pulling at his clothes. The laughing wives at the side of the rode saved him after a few minutes of this treatment and bid him a good day.
Leifr thought that they were all acting strange because they knew he was a noble, but a dirty young boy wandered over to him and shattered his mental image with a single question:
“Mister, are you rich?”
The mother hurried over with a beet red face and dragged the child off, but Leifr was thankful for the kid for making him realize the situation. It wasn't his nobility or noble outfit that earned him this attention. It wasn't his kindness or even his cursed blade. It was his money. It made sense when Leifr imagined himself from the view of a commoner: instead of enjoying himself at a lavish festival in a place like Gallas Tildein, a wealthy outsider in expensive armor riding an expensive horse for some unexplained reason is here in a usually quiet town. Usually. In fact it was a certain rumor about this town that lured Leifr here in the first place.
Though now that he was here, Leifr didn't really know what to do. Should he talk to the guards? Go to the tavern? And since it was only a rumor, was it even real? Speaking of which, where did that rumor come from? Leifr was definitely still inexperienced when it came to adventuring, but he decided to head for the tavern first. Lots of travelers passed through taverns so there should be a clue there.
...Leifr couldn't help but think he was forgetting about something, though. Something about... someone being in danger? Nah. On a bright and busy day like this, who could possibly be in danger?
No response.
“Hmm, what about Tora?”
No response.
“You must want something strong and dependable. I see. Then, how about... Magnhildr!”
A dismissive snort.
“Oh, then-”
“OOOOODYSSSSSSEEEEUUUSSSS!”
Leifr broke from his thoughts about naming his warhorse. While this village of Calgeth was quite busy in preparation for the oncoming festival, Leifr didn't think that someone would be so troubled in broad daylight. And it wasn't a shout of warning or joy for this Odysseus person, but a cry for help! It sounded like either the man shouting or this Odysseus person were in trouble, or maybe they were trying to start trouble! Leifr was just about to snap the reigns and charge ahead when the bright, large, curious eyes of a little boy directly in front of his steed reminded Leifr that he was currently in the middle of a town that was busy preparing for festivals. A war horse charging full speed through the streets was probably more dangerous than any barfight or daylight trouble that Odysseus and his company were most likely having.
Pray, forgive me Sir Odysseus! Leifr thought in disappointment as he maneuvered his steed around the child and and headed (albeit slowly) towards the origin of the cry: the tavern. Though I am in the same village during your time of need, his thoughts continued, I am unable to reach you with my full determination. I pray for you: hold out until the guards arrive, Sir Odysseus!
Leifr clasped his hands together and closed his eyes tightly, mentally begging this “Sir Odysseus” for forgiveness. Right now, Leifr had another thing on his mind: the curious and suspicious stares of the townsfolk and especially the curious children that who were fascinated by such a well-trained and dignified steed such as his. He would probably be faster just walking on foot and leading the horse than trying to maneuver it around the rushing townsfolk in the streets from horseback.
As he dismounted, in an attempt to pacify the onlookers he made a slight bow towards the townfolks and apologized for any trouble he caused, and though his attempt was met with giggles and confusion it seemed to work for the most part. As for the children, well, he just smiled at them and waved. The effect was opposite of what he wanted, because apparently that meant he gave his consent to have the children flock towards him and start petting and touching the warhorse and pulling at his clothes. The laughing wives at the side of the rode saved him after a few minutes of this treatment and bid him a good day.
Leifr thought that they were all acting strange because they knew he was a noble, but a dirty young boy wandered over to him and shattered his mental image with a single question:
“Mister, are you rich?”
The mother hurried over with a beet red face and dragged the child off, but Leifr was thankful for the kid for making him realize the situation. It wasn't his nobility or noble outfit that earned him this attention. It wasn't his kindness or even his cursed blade. It was his money. It made sense when Leifr imagined himself from the view of a commoner: instead of enjoying himself at a lavish festival in a place like Gallas Tildein, a wealthy outsider in expensive armor riding an expensive horse for some unexplained reason is here in a usually quiet town. Usually. In fact it was a certain rumor about this town that lured Leifr here in the first place.
Though now that he was here, Leifr didn't really know what to do. Should he talk to the guards? Go to the tavern? And since it was only a rumor, was it even real? Speaking of which, where did that rumor come from? Leifr was definitely still inexperienced when it came to adventuring, but he decided to head for the tavern first. Lots of travelers passed through taverns so there should be a clue there.
...Leifr couldn't help but think he was forgetting about something, though. Something about... someone being in danger? Nah. On a bright and busy day like this, who could possibly be in danger?
Renose said
Yes to Keia's question. Also ill wait for Keia to post before I post for both Pyro and Fiore.
...Yes to what?
That they are both "armor" and can only be put on one at a time?
Or that you can wear "clothes" with "armor" simultaneously?
Or that Leifr needs an OP adamantium plate mail breastplate to accentuate his frilly little dress noble tunic?
Edit:
My bad habit of making an introductory post too long without doing anything at all... It's still in full throttle, so that's good~
Ah, speaking of frilly little clothes and macho armor and the metagame, how are the equipping mechanisms in this system?
Are clothes basically just considered "armor?" Or are they seperate?
For example, can Leifr stick on a giant adamantium plate mail breastplate over his frilly little noble tunic?
Edit:
I would post, but I'm too busy writing in the OOC.
Are clothes basically just considered "armor?" Or are they seperate?
For example, can Leifr stick on a giant adamantium plate mail breastplate over his frilly little noble tunic?
Edit:
I would post, but I'm too busy writing in the OOC.
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