conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yugari: Overhead the sky is darkening.  The winds rustle the sails of those unfortunate enough not to have lowered them yet.  Boats sway back and forth along the docks as the swells grow in height.  Another storm in approaching.  While winter is often full of storms, this season as been worse.  It is leaving an unsettling feeling for every town living on the Western Sea.  Lymono is no different.  Unconsciously, audiences for services to Kemeviz, the Lady of the Waters, and Levego, Lord of the Air, has doubled.   They send their prayers for friends and families that live off of the bounty of the water.  Smaller groups of elders have been seen praying to Castile in the Temples of the Nine.  They have seen storms like this before.  These are the storms of war approaching. 
  
  You are in Lymono, a moderate size fishing town just south of the Trirondu Plains in Wellington Kingdom.  It is midway through winter.  The harbor is still ice free from a warm current that passes through the area.  While prosperous, times have been harder do to an increase in storms making fishing more difficult.
  
  Please take a moment to describe your characters and give me a brief description of what they are normally doing.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Grundig: Kevin stands about 5'8 , Brown hair , Brown eyes , White skin. He looks fairly young but strong for his age. A local town armorsmith and priest, he makes his living by crafting arms and armor , and delivering the wisdom of the 9 to all who would listen. Unmarried and living alone his days are filled with monotony. The coming storms fill him with a sense of foreboding.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: finchesenroute: Currently, Johan is doing what it is that he's normally doing: Nothing.
  
  Which isn't to say that he's actually doing nothing--Johan is crushing some herbs which have finally dried, and hoping that this batch is salvageable so he can use them in some manner. But according to any common person watching, he'd be doing nothing, or (if the person was feeling generous) "He's off doing something with plants, I don't know." Tall, lanky, and dark-skinned, Johan has tied his dreadlocked hair back, out of his face. His cheekbones are high and there's a perpetual note of kindness in his dark eyes. His hands move deftly as they work.
  
  Off at the side of Johan's familiar; a well-fed and fluffy orange cat which would probably not go back to reliving its youthful glory days of scavenging for scraps at the docks. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yugari: The Temple of the Nine here is smaller as many worship the Four Elements or the Duel Faces of Nature.  But, those who are worshipers are devout and come to pay their respects on a regular bases.  In winter, when trade is slower, all of the faces are familiar.
  
  This morning's service is small.  An oncoming storm has pulled many away to prepare their belongs.  In the mix of people, a new face has arrived.  He is a human male, late 20's at most, and clearly an Islander by his skin and dress.  As service ends, everyone rushes out to make final preparations for the storm, but the stranger stays and speaks with Mother Giustina, Preistess of Vagyon, head of this Temple.  After a few hushed words, she calls out.
  
   "Kevin.  Can you spare a few moments of your time?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Grundig: Of course, Priestess - What can I do for you? Kevin looks mildly aprehensive at the request - not sure what to expect he sits down on a pew and waits patiently for the response.
  
  
   
   Originally Posted by Yugari 
   The Temple of the Nine here is smaller as many worship the Four Elements or the Duel Faces of Nature.  But, those who are worshipers are devout and come to pay their respects on a regular bases.  In winter, when trade is slower, all of the faces are familiar.
  
  This morning's service is small.  An oncoming storm has pulled many away to prepare their belongs.  In the mix of people, a new face has arrived.  He is a human male, late 20's at most, and clearly an Islander by his skin and dress.  As service ends, everyone rushes out to make final preparations for the storm, but the stranger stays and speaks with Mother Giustina, Preistess of Vagyon, head of this Temple.  After a few hushed words, she calls out.
  
   "Kevin.  Can you spare a few moments of your time?"  
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yugari: This is Lieke de'Hsu.  He is a servant of King de'Marrow.  He has been sent to find a local witch in the area, whose name is Johan.  Would you be able to assist him?  I'm afraid the rest of us are busy preparing for the storm so I have no one else to send out."  
   You can make a knowledge (local) to see if you know anything about him 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Grundig: Kevin looks mildly perplexed *(rolls)
  *(if succeeds)  Yes I know him , I would be happy to help you find him. 
  *(If fails)  Well I am not sure who that is , but I am sure I can assist in the search. We should start at the inn and see if we can root him out there. Priestess do you have any suggestions as to where he might be?  
  
   
   Originally Posted by Yugari 
    This is Lieke de'Hsu.  He is a servant of King de'Marrow.  He has been sent to find a local witch in the area, whose name is Johan.  Would you be able to assist him?  I'm afraid the rest of us are busy preparing for the storm so I have no one else to send out."  
   You can make a knowledge (local) to see if you know anything about him  
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Grundig: Here is my roll for the previous post (now that I figured out how to do it)
  
  Knowledge Local (0) int (+3) -  (1d20+3)[ 7 ] 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yugari: "I have heard that he's a hermit, of a sort.  And lives somewhere just outside of town.  I'm afraid that's as much help as I can give."   She smiles kindly and gives you some provisions for the day.
  
  You head off into town.  People are bustling around.  Those with some glass in their windows are hammering boards over to protect them.  Others are fastening their shutters closed.  You enter the inn,  The Driftwood .  There are a few people eating hastily their morning meals.  The owner, an old fisherman now in his retirement is working on his own protections for the storm.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Grundig: Kevin immediately starts gathering supplies for a journey outside of town.
  He wonders just how long the trip will be - the wilderness is full of dangers.
  
  " Leike do you have the supplies you need ? We may be out of town for a week or two depending on the location of our friend. I would like to make this trip as safe as possible - so the usual supplies would be required. " 