conversations: human
conversations:  This evening you find yourself in Bastow Crossing, at the Blue Moon Inn. Shady characters make backroom deals in private rooms, every dark corner holds an angsty, brooding antihero (you can see a few of them arguing over darkest-corner rights), and a surly old halfling named Pearl tends to the bar.
conversations: Arkhaic:
conversations: human
conversations:  Among the first to the tall chairs of the bar that night was Brandie, trying to look pretty with her own folksy charm in hopes that someone would buy her a drink, especially because she can't afford both a room and a drink tonight.
  But it is already getting late with no luck to speak of. Why wasn't she offered a beverage like that hussy 3 seats away?
    "It just ain't fair, Pearl."   she raises her head to the keeper of the inn.   "one bah one the other ladies are gettin' talked to and are given drinks n' presents, what do these girls got that ah dun got?"  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  If anybody is too intensely bothered by southern belle, I could change the accent to Cocneye.
   
conversations: Prince Zahn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Pearl raises an eyebrow. "Novelty," she gestures at a girl you don't recognize, "And several feet."
conversations: Arkhaic:
conversations: human
conversations:  Alicia is for her part being slightly more proactive in getting a drink.
  
  Hopefully, she is being very charming.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  
  Diplomacy  (1d20+3)[ 23 ] 
   
conversations: Illven:
conversations: human
conversations:  Suddenly, the Tavern is filled with music playing in the background as a Half-Gnome begins to speak to the occupants.
  
   Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!  A wealth merchant has approached me with the simple task of seeing if his son is doing well in the town of Bucanam, or if he has been prissily murder by demon-possessed werewolves, or something in between!  As I am board and it is a lot of money, I decided to let some of you fine folks help me, preferably some fellow Sorcerers.  And By preferably, I of  course  mean exclusively!  So, what say you?  Do you have what it takes to see why a rich kid stopped sending letters home and get a boatload of money? 
   
   Spoiler: The Music 
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAa2yh1ZkNc
   perform (magic)
   (1d20+5)[ 7 ] 
  
  Also, just a reminder, my character has a wis of 3 and is crazy.
   
conversations: Omnicrat:
conversations: human
conversations:  Originally Posted by Prince Zahn 
   Among the first to the tall chairs of the bar that night was Brandie, trying to look pretty with her own folksy charm in hopes that someone would buy her a drink, especially because she can't afford both a room and a drink tonight.
  But it is already getting late with no luck to speak of. Why wasn't she offered a beverage like that hussy 3 seats away?
    "It just ain't fair, Pearl."   she raises her head to the keeper of the inn.   "one bah one the other ladies are gettin' talked to and are given drinks n' presents, what do these girls got that ah dun got?"  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  If anybody is too intensely bothered by southern belle, I could change the accent to Cocneye.
   
   
   
  
  A lilting brogue rings out:  "Not a thing, lass.  They just be jealous of ya is all."   A halfling slides down the bar and scrambles onto the chair next to Brandie.  His clothes are conspicuously fancy, though they look as if they've seen better days.  His hair is a tone of orange so bright it's almost gold, and eyes as light as the sky stand against his elaborate facial hair in stark contrast.  Those eyes.  They seem to shimmy in place as the light catches them, mesmerizing any onlookers.   "Don't let ol' Pearl lead ya astray.  Name's Flip, lass: Flip Au'Ric.  How about I buy ya the next round and we raise a glass ta seein' the knees o' the rest o' the world?" 
  
  Without waiting for an answer, Flip starts counting on his fingers.   "So one gold minus 4 silver plus 3 copper take away six silver and three copper is..."   He scrunches up his face as he attempts the calculation, but with the sudden burst of noise from the Half-Gnome, he's glad for the distraction and his face relaxes as much as his brain.
  
  
   
   Originally Posted by Omnicrat 
   Suddenly, the Tavern is filled with music playing in the background as a Half-Gnome begins to speak to the occupants.
  
   Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!  A wealth merchant has approached me with the simple task of seeing if his son is doing well in the town of Bucanam, or if he has been prissily murder by demon-possessed werewolves, or something in between!  As I am board and it is a lot of money, I decided to let some of you fine folks help me, preferably some fellow Sorcerers.  And By preferably, I of  course  mean exclusively!  So, what say you?  Do you have what it takes to see why a rich kid stopped sending letters home and get a boatload of money?  
   
  
   "Or,"  Flip offers as a counter to the drink he had previously offered Brandie,  "we can see what that's all about.  Oi, boyo!"  he calls out to the half-gnome, feverishly waving the fellow short person toward himself &amp; Brandie.   "Name's Flip, lad: Flip Au'Ric.  Ya mentioned something about a lot of money?" 
conversations: OMG PONIES:
conversations: human
conversations:  Brandie's eyes beam when the halfling of high standing approached her, all groomed and fancy and makes even her church clothes look like tattered rags. It's a shame he is a halfling, but nobody is perfect. Besides, he could certainly pass off as a gnome after they share glass or two.
    "How nice to meet ya, Flip."   her smile was warm and had a youthful charm to it.   "Mah name is Brandie - Brandie Tinkerson. It's so nice to meet a proper gentleman in a place like this."  
      He's charmin', rich...     Brandie thought to herself as the halfling mentioned his gold.    Ooh, and smart - sounds like he knows his numbers well! Flip O'Rick, you are a keeper!    
  
  She was a little dejected as the gentlehalfling sitting next to her changed his mind on the drink, in favor of some grungy stranger playing a tune parallel to the banging of pots, pans and bells like in surreal lunacy. (which reminded her of home, strangely) but she didn't keep a grudge towards it - this could be real work with real money on the table.   "Yer a sorcerer?"   Brandie smiled as she gave Flip a chummy flick on the shoulder.
    "Well Ah'll be an Ankheg's lunch - Ahm a sorceress too! Well, Ahm still learnin', but Ah got a  great  teacher."  
  Brandie wasn't a loud lass, but she was certainly excited.
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  is anyone having trouble with my choice of color? Should I switch it to  Blue?  The original color was intended to match her eyes, but I would understand if it was hard to read.
   
conversations: Prince Zahn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Nice to meet you Flip!   Austin said with a cheer,  And indeed I did!  Shouldn't be too hard, and I could have done it myself, but the more the merrier! We basically just have to head over to Bucanan and check in on some rich guy's son.  I've even got transport for us!  Its my house! 
  
  Clapping his hands together,  So, are you and this lovely gnome lady interested in accompanying me and making some money?  I  do  insist you prove you're sorcerers to me, but that shouldn't be a problem! 
conversations: Omnicrat:
conversations: human
conversations:  With a snort, the sleeping Immori jumped awake at the sound of the music. Yawning, he looked over at the man near the source of the music.
  
  Getting money just for checking in on some merchant's son? This was obviously a huge trap. But what kind of self-respecting Cansin would pass up gold over that?
  
  Smiling, he made his way over to the fellow sorcerer.
  
   "Hello, you said something about a job?" 
conversations: Bad Wolf:
conversations: human
conversations:  That I did!   Austin cheered,  Sorcerers only, though.  Because sorcerers are the most fun!  If you can demonstrate your sorcerers ability to me, you can feel free to come check on this rich guys son and receive vast riches as well, I was just waiting for these two good folks to do just that.  Then I think I shall wait for one more sorcerer, because 5 just seems like it will make our party complete! 
conversations: Omnicrat:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Ah'd love to show ya, I got this neat little trick where I would make mah lil toys fight each other. It only works on wood'n trinkits, and fightin' is all they know how ta do, but magick is magick, ain't it?"  
  She takes out a block of wood, roughly the size of her palm. It is already partly carved on one side into what looks like a beak, or a tail, attached to part of a smooth, round surface. Brandie's freckles become noticable in the candlelight as a smile escaped her lips.
    "This lil old thang is gonna be mah  new toy duckie . It'll be fun ta watchit quack, dont'chou think? But it ain't done yet, come outside, Ah'll find a branch or somethin' and we'll make magic happen."  
conversations: Prince Zahn:
conversations: human
conversations:  There is a tree outside of the Blue Moon Inn.
  
  The tree has branches.
  
  The branches have leaves.
  
   The leaves have eyes. 
  
  The leaves are perfectly normal, eyeless leaves.
  
  The moon is overhead.
  
  The moon is not blue.
  
  There are circles on the moon.
  
  The circles look like eyes.
  
  The circles are not eyes.
conversations: Arkhaic:
conversations: human
conversations:  Alicia takes the drink someone brought her and follows the sorcerer group that was forming outside.
  
   Prove I'm a sorceress huh?  Alica smirks as she snaps her fingers, and a small soft light envelops her bracelet.
  
   That work?  She asks hand on hip.
conversations: Illven:
conversations: human
conversations:  Brandie gets a branch from the ground.
    "Yer goin' ta love this."  
  Brandie holds the branch on the ground.
     "If only you were -alive-, Branchy. Teach that mean old tree a lesson."   
  There is a small pause as nothing happens.she lifts her hand and steps back.
    "That's odd it should've ---WOAH!"  
  Suddenly the branch springs to life, flailing and jumping like a fish on a hook at great speed. It whacks the tree vigorously for a few seconds before spontaneously dropping to the ground, laying as it did. drops of sap bleed from the wounded tree bark.
    Wasn't THAT a hoot?   Brandie smiled as she shakes her hand in relief.
conversations: Prince Zahn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Flip has been conspicuously silent through the entire exchange, and he seems uncomfortable at the general thought of "proving" himself.  He scratches sheepishly at the back of his head.   "I'm not much for proving meself, as it's a bit more a struck o' the Luck Dragon's tail than anything else.  See, I don't control it so much so as it just happens.  Hang around long enough and ye may get lucky.  Then again, ye may n--"   Flip's speech is interrupted by a quiet  belch .  Rather than noxious fumes, though, the belch is accompanied by a quick lick of flame.  Flip's cheeks turn rosy as he pulls a pair of dice from his component pouch &amp; kisses them.   "What do you know?"  he asks nobody in particular,  "lucky after all." 
conversations: OMG PONIES:
conversations: human
conversations:  Austin was extatic from the display!  He would finally have fellow sorcerers to travel with again!  This was the happiest he had been since his troop broke up due to gruesome death!   Oh, ha-HA!  Excellent!  Excellent!  You all are EXACTLY the sorts of folk I'm looking for to accompany me!   Austin turns to Immori,  That just leaves you, my quiet friend!  Care to show us your connection to the mystic arts of doing things somehow? 
conversations: Omnicrat:
conversations: human
conversations:  Immorie bowed slightly and stepped forward.  "My wish is your command."  Now, he could just do something flashy and harmless. But where was the fun in that?
  
  Two brilliant yellow beams of light protruded from Immori's eyes. A moment later, the tree burst into flames. He turned to the Half-Gnome.
  
   "Is that good enough? If so, I suggest we get out of here as soon as possible. Druids tend to be a vengeful lot. 
conversations: Bad Wolf:
conversations: human
conversations:  Good enough for me, and I'm the only one counting!  We can head out right away, unless any of you object.  I believed I mentioned we'll be taking my house?  Lemme show you to it!   Austin Cheerily guided everyone to his wagon while making benign small talk.   Here we are, at last!  Home sweet home.  There should be room enough for the 5 of us, along with my animals.  Let me introduce you!  This here is Frog,  Austin gestures to a fairly fat toad sitting on a pile of hay next to a bedroll.   And these fine fellows are Don and Keys!   Around the front are two Donkeys lazily eating some grass.   Now that everyone has been introduced, lets be off!   Austin jumps in the wagon and climes into his bedroll as the rest pile in behind him.  Once everyone is in the wagon, Frog hops to the front of the wagon, croaks at Don and Keys, and the two donkeys begin pulling the wagon down the road...
conversations: Omnicrat:
conversations: human
conversations:  Oh, Mister... It's a delightful wagon! Um, what did ya say yer name was again? 
  As she climbed up into Austin's home,  she smiled at how cozy it was. It gave her memories of her father.
    "Ah had a pet too. A fiesty lil' white kitty. Her name is  Gin ."   the word had an eerie echo to it when Brandie used her name.
    "She ran away, though.  My dear ol' Pa always told me that if Ah need her n'call her name three times, she'll always come back to me. But lately when Ah call her, she hasn' come back."  
  As they rode under the moonlight, she thought to herself before speaking again.  When she does come back, Ah'd keep her away from li'l Froggy.  Gin  might wanna eat'm fer supper.   Brandie smiled, trying to be funny.
conversations: Prince Zahn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Frog is a tough one, you're gin would have its work cut out for it.  Austin says with a laugh.   Oh, and my name is Austin.  Austin Salvus.  Perhaps you've heard of me?  Maybe seen one of my magic shows? 
conversations: Omnicrat:
conversations: human
conversations:  With each day that goes by, the ground gets rougher and rougher.
  Paved roads give way to dirt paths as the trees become sparse and the earth becomes hilly.
  To the east you can see one road winding through the hills towards Bucanam, though from this distance you can only see the valley it lies inside.
  The path also continues further south, and a second path turns southeast. Those paths don't matter today.
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  Watch order, please.
   
conversations: Arkhaic:
conversations: human
conversations:  I guess Alicia goes first.
conversations: Illven:
conversations: human
conversations:  Brandie would take second or third watch, she's an early riser anyway. She's whittling her ducky-in-progress in the meantime.
conversations: Prince Zahn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Austin should take last watch, as one of my spells is helpful for if someone attacks/morning.  I have Dawn.
conversations: Omnicrat:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Ole Flap &amp; I'll take tird watch, then,"  Flip says with his accent obscuring the word "third."   "The both of us can see well enough in the dark 'n' feel anything coming close when it gets  too  dark.  Ye can all rest easy." 
    Flip Listen  - (1d20+11)[ 16 ] 
    Flip Spot  - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] 
    Flap Listen  - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] 
    Flap Spot  - (1d20+8)[ 14 ] 
conversations: OMG PONIES: