Hm, so is there any chance at all that Tanrith might have met or seen this person while out and about? Would I roll History for that, or is it something he couldn't have found?
You know what, sure, roll me a History check.
XxFellsingxX Member
Your Own Portable Ninja Friend
-
Last Seen:
0-24 hrs ago
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 3961 (1.06 / day)
- VMs: 2
-
Username history
- XxFellsingxX 10 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
rush99999,
Guardian Angel Haruki,
Kaithe Dame,
BlazingBark,
Rune_Alchemist,
Abstract Proxy,
Crimson Flame,
MrSkimobile,
Raineh Daze,
Lurking Krog
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
Fell, she/they, English, currently obsessed with DnD and other ttrpgs. I do art sometimes. I am the GM of two tabletop roleplays on this very site:
- Beyond Moonlight's Reach, a story of four young dragons growing up in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world, and using the Powered by the Apocalypse game Epyllion.
- Search for Tir na Og, a DnD 5e campaign set in the Planescape setting where a group of strangers from all across the multiverse come together to solve the mystery about what happened to the Celtic gods after they and their homelands were mysteriously spirited away.
- Beyond Moonlight's Reach, a story of four young dragons growing up in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world, and using the Powered by the Apocalypse game Epyllion.
- Search for Tir na Og, a DnD 5e campaign set in the Planescape setting where a group of strangers from all across the multiverse come together to solve the mystery about what happened to the Celtic gods after they and their homelands were mysteriously spirited away.
Most Recent Posts
You know what, sure, roll me a History check.
Great Bazaar, Market Ward, Sigil
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki
"We do indeed have blackberry," says the hag, indicating with a long fingernail towards a tub of purple ice cream.
"Ah, none for me, thank you," Lissandra says, raising her hand in front of her as Beigeiros offers to pay for ice cream. "After all, it would be improper for me to take advantage of such a deal as I will not be accompanying you." She taps her logbook. "My interests remain within Sigil, but I hope that your journey is a successful one."
The hag nods approvingly as she proceeds to scoop out three lots of ice cream: one from the purple tub, one from a tub of hot pink ice cream, and the final one, as Aaliyah didn't give an order, she hesitates, looking Aaliyah up and down before taking from a white tub which had little chocolate lumps in it. She handed out the three scoops and gave a big smile. "Hope you enjoy, and good luck on your journey!"
During this whole interaction, it seems Lissandra has located the portal key, a large, old coin, which she holds up. "Whenever your ready," she says. "You can choose to eat those now or after you've gone through the portal. I've heard those who are unused to this mode of travel tend to get a little queasy though, so, exercise your judgement carefully." She gives a small laugh which leaves into question how serious her warning is.
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999 @Fading Memory
"To our expedition!" Ulgad cheerfully repeated Fyodor's toast, though he was the only other member of the group to do so. Jarret's response to Fyodor's toast was to immediately tip back his head and down his whole glass of wine. Wynvere merely gave a small nod to her comrades before taking a small sip of her drink. A keen-eyed observer might notice tiny ice fractals forming on the surface of her wine as she did so.
It was as they were enjoying their drinks that Zaraknyvr approached with an offer to travel together. Before any of them can respond, Fyodor cuts in and makes his stance about travelling with the drow clear. Seeing the human reaching for something, Ulgad quickly steos forward so he's between the two men.
Thankfully, the drow doesn't push his offer, withdrawing his services though not before making a cutting remark at the Bleak Cabal. Fyodor also took his hands off whatever weapon he had been readying. Ulgad looks between the two before settling his eyes back on Zaraknvyr, somewhat critically. "Listen, I have no problem with blood drinkers - I've seen, fought against and alongside far worse in my days - but your manners leave a lot to be desired, friend," the gnoll said. "Think I'll ask kindly that you give us a wide berth on the road ahead."
Jarret mumbles something vaguely affirmative into his wine glass, while Wynvere tilts her head curiously at Zaraknyvr... before quickly losing interest in him entirely and returning to her drink.
Tabiah watches this whole confrontation without speaking or really making an effort to intervene, merely raising an eyebrow at Zaraknyvr. Abasi gives a small irritable flick of his tail that implies he is aware of what's happening around him, but is very pointedly ignoring it. Tabiah must have noticed this because she gives him a small scratch behind his ear, which seems to calm him and his tail becomes still once more. Once it seems like a bar fight is not about to happen, the mage finishes her drink before standing up and approaching Zaraknvyr and the Bleakers. "We should be going now," she says gently to the drow. She gives a small nod to each member of Fyodor's expedition before motioning for Zaraknvyr to follow her towards the cellar. She opens the door, leading to a dimly lit staircase which she starts to descend. As she does so, Abasi raises his head to look at the drow, his yellow-green eyes seeming incredibly bright as the lighting around them gets progressively dimmer. "First impressions really aren't your strong suit, are they, elf?" the cat says.
Once the trio are partially out of the room, Ulgad turns his head towards Fyodor. "You alright, lad?" he says, placing a paw on the younger man's shoulder.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
The bugbear took a quick step back as the log in front of him suddenly caught light. "Oof, a little warning next time! Almost singed me fur off!" he says. However, once the surprise has worn off, a relieved smile forms on his face. He stands up before looking over to where Raella and Therlxora. "Leave off!" he calls to the dragonborn. "The girl's doing no harm."
Therlxora glares at Raella for a moment, smoke coming out of her nostrils as the noble's attitude seems to be grating on her. However, when she glances over her shoulder, she sees none of her allies feel the same - in fact, both the half-orc and dwarf seem to be pointedly ignoring her. She gives a snort and then turns away from Raella, returning where she had been pacing moments before.
The bugbear motions Raella over. "That's Therlxora. Don't mind her. She's just a little cranky because she hasn't gotten the chance to sink her axe into anything today." He grins. "I'm Rath." He points over to the dwarf and half-orc. "That's Harmyr and that's Brakon-"
"Doctor," the half-orc cuts in, though he doesn't pause from his work or look round as he does so. In fact, one gets the sense that this correction is in fact automatic.
Rath rolls his eyes. "Doctor Brakon Darkdraft," he corrects himself. "He's very insistent on that, apparently." He looks back to Raella. "Yeah, we're the ones who got rid of Tir na Og." He frowns. "Though, err, understand, none of us four were actually here when it happened. You'd have to talk to one of the higher-ups if you want to know the 'how'." He glances over his shoulder towards the large tent. "And they're a little busy at the moment. I don't know how they'd take you just waltzing in." He motions towards the campfire. "But you're welcome to sit here until they're done. We're just about to cook up food for the rest of the troops before we move out again."
Meanwhile, back at the lake, Tanrith's words did seem to give Faelee pause, as her teasing smile vanished when she realised that maybe, just maybe, her little jab at Sarceron during this moment was not entirely appropriate.
"Oh trust me, I know this woman well enough," Sarceron responds, somewhat coolly. However, when he glances over at her slightly ashamed expression, and then back at Tanrith's optimistic face, he gives a sigh. "But I suppose I can't really afford to turn away help at this time, no matter the source."
"And I do want to help," Faelee says.
"Hm," was all Sarceron could respond to that. He doesn't seem entirely convinced, but he withholds anymore cutting remarks he could have made. He looks over at Tanrith. "You mentioned just a little while ago that you have connections with the Wylders. My sect, the Plane-tenders, are... off-and-on allies of theirs. In fact, our sectol Cellach was last seen heading over to them to assist them. We haven't been able to get in contact with them since this all happened. You... haven't happened to see him over this past week?" He motions next to him to indicate a person of about six feet. "This tall, human, copper hair, fair-skinned, robes not dissimilar to my own, often carries a bow?"
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki
"We do indeed have blackberry," says the hag, indicating with a long fingernail towards a tub of purple ice cream.
"Ah, none for me, thank you," Lissandra says, raising her hand in front of her as Beigeiros offers to pay for ice cream. "After all, it would be improper for me to take advantage of such a deal as I will not be accompanying you." She taps her logbook. "My interests remain within Sigil, but I hope that your journey is a successful one."
The hag nods approvingly as she proceeds to scoop out three lots of ice cream: one from the purple tub, one from a tub of hot pink ice cream, and the final one, as Aaliyah didn't give an order, she hesitates, looking Aaliyah up and down before taking from a white tub which had little chocolate lumps in it. She handed out the three scoops and gave a big smile. "Hope you enjoy, and good luck on your journey!"
During this whole interaction, it seems Lissandra has located the portal key, a large, old coin, which she holds up. "Whenever your ready," she says. "You can choose to eat those now or after you've gone through the portal. I've heard those who are unused to this mode of travel tend to get a little queasy though, so, exercise your judgement carefully." She gives a small laugh which leaves into question how serious her warning is.
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999 @Fading Memory
"To our expedition!" Ulgad cheerfully repeated Fyodor's toast, though he was the only other member of the group to do so. Jarret's response to Fyodor's toast was to immediately tip back his head and down his whole glass of wine. Wynvere merely gave a small nod to her comrades before taking a small sip of her drink. A keen-eyed observer might notice tiny ice fractals forming on the surface of her wine as she did so.
It was as they were enjoying their drinks that Zaraknyvr approached with an offer to travel together. Before any of them can respond, Fyodor cuts in and makes his stance about travelling with the drow clear. Seeing the human reaching for something, Ulgad quickly steos forward so he's between the two men.
Thankfully, the drow doesn't push his offer, withdrawing his services though not before making a cutting remark at the Bleak Cabal. Fyodor also took his hands off whatever weapon he had been readying. Ulgad looks between the two before settling his eyes back on Zaraknvyr, somewhat critically. "Listen, I have no problem with blood drinkers - I've seen, fought against and alongside far worse in my days - but your manners leave a lot to be desired, friend," the gnoll said. "Think I'll ask kindly that you give us a wide berth on the road ahead."
Jarret mumbles something vaguely affirmative into his wine glass, while Wynvere tilts her head curiously at Zaraknyvr... before quickly losing interest in him entirely and returning to her drink.
Tabiah watches this whole confrontation without speaking or really making an effort to intervene, merely raising an eyebrow at Zaraknyvr. Abasi gives a small irritable flick of his tail that implies he is aware of what's happening around him, but is very pointedly ignoring it. Tabiah must have noticed this because she gives him a small scratch behind his ear, which seems to calm him and his tail becomes still once more. Once it seems like a bar fight is not about to happen, the mage finishes her drink before standing up and approaching Zaraknvyr and the Bleakers. "We should be going now," she says gently to the drow. She gives a small nod to each member of Fyodor's expedition before motioning for Zaraknvyr to follow her towards the cellar. She opens the door, leading to a dimly lit staircase which she starts to descend. As she does so, Abasi raises his head to look at the drow, his yellow-green eyes seeming incredibly bright as the lighting around them gets progressively dimmer. "First impressions really aren't your strong suit, are they, elf?" the cat says.
Once the trio are partially out of the room, Ulgad turns his head towards Fyodor. "You alright, lad?" he says, placing a paw on the younger man's shoulder.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
The bugbear took a quick step back as the log in front of him suddenly caught light. "Oof, a little warning next time! Almost singed me fur off!" he says. However, once the surprise has worn off, a relieved smile forms on his face. He stands up before looking over to where Raella and Therlxora. "Leave off!" he calls to the dragonborn. "The girl's doing no harm."
Therlxora glares at Raella for a moment, smoke coming out of her nostrils as the noble's attitude seems to be grating on her. However, when she glances over her shoulder, she sees none of her allies feel the same - in fact, both the half-orc and dwarf seem to be pointedly ignoring her. She gives a snort and then turns away from Raella, returning where she had been pacing moments before.
The bugbear motions Raella over. "That's Therlxora. Don't mind her. She's just a little cranky because she hasn't gotten the chance to sink her axe into anything today." He grins. "I'm Rath." He points over to the dwarf and half-orc. "That's Harmyr and that's Brakon-"
"Doctor," the half-orc cuts in, though he doesn't pause from his work or look round as he does so. In fact, one gets the sense that this correction is in fact automatic.
Rath rolls his eyes. "Doctor Brakon Darkdraft," he corrects himself. "He's very insistent on that, apparently." He looks back to Raella. "Yeah, we're the ones who got rid of Tir na Og." He frowns. "Though, err, understand, none of us four were actually here when it happened. You'd have to talk to one of the higher-ups if you want to know the 'how'." He glances over his shoulder towards the large tent. "And they're a little busy at the moment. I don't know how they'd take you just waltzing in." He motions towards the campfire. "But you're welcome to sit here until they're done. We're just about to cook up food for the rest of the troops before we move out again."
Meanwhile, back at the lake, Tanrith's words did seem to give Faelee pause, as her teasing smile vanished when she realised that maybe, just maybe, her little jab at Sarceron during this moment was not entirely appropriate.
"Oh trust me, I know this woman well enough," Sarceron responds, somewhat coolly. However, when he glances over at her slightly ashamed expression, and then back at Tanrith's optimistic face, he gives a sigh. "But I suppose I can't really afford to turn away help at this time, no matter the source."
"And I do want to help," Faelee says.
"Hm," was all Sarceron could respond to that. He doesn't seem entirely convinced, but he withholds anymore cutting remarks he could have made. He looks over at Tanrith. "You mentioned just a little while ago that you have connections with the Wylders. My sect, the Plane-tenders, are... off-and-on allies of theirs. In fact, our sectol Cellach was last seen heading over to them to assist them. We haven't been able to get in contact with them since this all happened. You... haven't happened to see him over this past week?" He motions next to him to indicate a person of about six feet. "This tall, human, copper hair, fair-skinned, robes not dissimilar to my own, often carries a bow?"
Gonna get the next post up over the weekend, since I'm going to get Search for Tir na Og's next post up tomorrow.
"Oh thank you!" Artemisia paused in her storytelling to take a sip of her newly delivered tea. She blowed on the liquid's surface before taking a very loud slurp. "So where was I?" she asked once she'd placed the cup back on the table.
"The show was cancelled during the interval," Margerie prompted. "Due to the star singer being spirited away."
"Yes, that!" Artemisia said, pointing a claw at her assistant before turning back to Bartholomew and Marian. "Obviously, being the first at the scene before any sort of law enforcement or paparazzi, it was imperative we got access to the backstage area for anyone else. See, while I appreciate the speculative efforts of others, it is unfortunately not uncommon to find certain aspects compromised by less talented investigators long before I've had a chance to-" Just as she was hitting her stride, the squad of fairy soldiers made their way through the doors and began exercising their authority upon the inn staff and patrons. The words froze in Artemisia's throat, and she suddenly looked a little sheepish, hoping none of them have overheard what she was saying.
She wasn't the only one either. The moment Bartholomew started shouting, Margerie also adopted an uncomfortable expression (not to mention, her cheeks starting to flush slightly when her father mentioned the praise she had had for Artie in her letters). The younger Boggart made a not-inconspicuous effort to hide behind her cider as the conversation continued.
It wasn't long before Lieutenant D'Arcy made his way over their table, in which he began scrutinizing each member of Artie's company before his eyes landed on Artie herself. Flustered and more than a little worried that his attention on them was because of her, she quickly tried to speak. "Oh, err, I can assure you, ah, sir, that neither me nor my company are involved in whatever it is you and you, ah, fine officers are investigating." She leans on the table in attempt to appear casual. "Err, if you don't mind me asking, because I couldn't help overhearing, what exactly makes you so certain the perpetrator you are searching for is a boggart?"
"The show was cancelled during the interval," Margerie prompted. "Due to the star singer being spirited away."
"Yes, that!" Artemisia said, pointing a claw at her assistant before turning back to Bartholomew and Marian. "Obviously, being the first at the scene before any sort of law enforcement or paparazzi, it was imperative we got access to the backstage area for anyone else. See, while I appreciate the speculative efforts of others, it is unfortunately not uncommon to find certain aspects compromised by less talented investigators long before I've had a chance to-" Just as she was hitting her stride, the squad of fairy soldiers made their way through the doors and began exercising their authority upon the inn staff and patrons. The words froze in Artemisia's throat, and she suddenly looked a little sheepish, hoping none of them have overheard what she was saying.
She wasn't the only one either. The moment Bartholomew started shouting, Margerie also adopted an uncomfortable expression (not to mention, her cheeks starting to flush slightly when her father mentioned the praise she had had for Artie in her letters). The younger Boggart made a not-inconspicuous effort to hide behind her cider as the conversation continued.
It wasn't long before Lieutenant D'Arcy made his way over their table, in which he began scrutinizing each member of Artie's company before his eyes landed on Artie herself. Flustered and more than a little worried that his attention on them was because of her, she quickly tried to speak. "Oh, err, I can assure you, ah, sir, that neither me nor my company are involved in whatever it is you and you, ah, fine officers are investigating." She leans on the table in attempt to appear casual. "Err, if you don't mind me asking, because I couldn't help overhearing, what exactly makes you so certain the perpetrator you are searching for is a boggart?"
Regardless of the answer, Margerie would definitely have told Artie a few things about Bartholomew on the journey to the Entry Hall.
- He's quick to anger and grumpy by default.
- He's casually racist towards Faeries and Sprites.
- He developed a lot of bad habits in his younger days. And while he is trying to break them now, he is finding it very difficult to.
- He is almost always completely penniless from a mix of charity and carousing.
In response, I'll put that in any correspondence between Margerie and her family about her employer, Margerie would have:
- Gushed about how brilliant Artie is
- Complained about how frustrating Artie has been while having burnout (particularly that she keeps switching rapidly between being irritable to being melancholic)
- Warned her parents prior to this meeting that Artie is 'eccentric'... in fact she's probably used the word 'eccentric' many times when describing Artie (with the slight temptation to use other, stronger words)
Margerie would know about Bartholomew's past. As for if she'd tell Artie, that would depend on how close they are.
Well that is a complicated question. I'll have to think on this. I'll try and get my post out tomorrow.
@rush99999 Actually, here's a question that I should probably ask before proceeding with my post: would Margerie know about her father's past? And if so, how likely would she be to tell other people about it (namely her boss)?
Working on my post rn, but err...
Spoiler alert, mah girl did not get a Basic Success.
Artie: Try not to look suspicious, try not to look suspicious, try not to-
D'arcy: Hey you!
Artie: Oh shit
Spoiler alert, mah girl did not get a Basic Success.
Artie: Try not to look suspicious, try not to look suspicious, try not to-
D'arcy: Hey you!
Artie: Oh shit
Jokes aside, Fellsing, Zizzles is going to angst about for a few moments longer to act like he won some confrontation of masculine projection before seeing if Tabiah wishes to continue on. I'll save us all the few sentences of that in the IC and just pitch you the 'unless something else happens, he tries to move on...' here.
Aight. Tabiah is planning on standing up at this point and being like "Listen I don't know what all of this is, but we really should be going".
"Hm. I'm getting a strange sensation, like the shoe is about to drop. But I've already said that I'd make an effort to address these pesky internal biases, and so here we go. Trusting Brut and Jub. I believe in them. They wouldn't...disappoint...me..." She trailed off as she spoke, before sighing. "Ahem, I'm... I'm trusting them. This shop sounds like a wonderful time. Something ordinary."
... ya'll are doing this on purpose now, aren't you?
© 2007-2024