<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing leather armor), Jocelyn &amp; Gerard<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newgate city - Inn of the Hero and the Mug - Dining Area<br/><strong>Date and Time: Day 2 - Dinner Time<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All PCs<br/></strong></strong><hr/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12936582#msg12936582">Quote from: Doomblade403xxx on 27-01-2017, 08:29:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alistair looks weary but happy as he sits down at the table. When it came to his spells the beautiful Beatrix had given him all of the carnal energy he could use for days to come. By now he is sure the entire group, and likely most of the town knew about he and Beatrix's tryst, and as heavenly and wild as it was he would not soil her reputation by speaking of it to anyone. With that said however, he was hoping if she stopped by the room tonight, she would let him get a little sleep. <br/><br/>He looks to Charlotte. "You seem to lack mirth...what vexes you?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I am apparently a flop. I can't seem to commune with nature despite the fact that I loved camping for most of my life." She sighed. "I was able to do some minor magic, apparently, but not what I'm supposed to do."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12936935#msg12936935">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 27-01-2017, 15:54:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tim walked with stride and with confident looking smirk on his face even before Jocelyn spoke to them, he had studied his spellbook last night and it helped great deal help him figure out how magic worked in this world. It felt like second nature to memorize the spell formula and he put it into action last nigth in summoning his raven familiar (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/da/51/e0/da51e0aa0c6a03f7c1df88b8193f71ed.jpg) which he had named as <em>Medvih</em>. In morning he prepared new spells and then in short practice he displayed he had mastered already the fundamental basics of casting spells (and displayed he was more than adept at it as he had already formulated ideas for various creative applications to all spells he had memorized). So most his day was spend on another aspect what should come to wizards well; knowlegde. He had asked questions, read and studied entire day by guidance of elders who were most knowlegable about the world and knew it's lore and history. Also he discussed with principles of magic and mysticism in general.<br/><br/>So he was high spirits as he arrived tavern, his familiar perched on above the group in iron wrought chanderlier to look down into group as they gathered around the table to wait for drinks and food brought over. He smiles to Jocelyn's words and replies; "Glad to hear, however I just hope it's not just compliment to use as I feel we are quite new to this world yet." Once Tim had told what he wants from Jocelyn, placing order for some stew as he notices Charlotte's mood and he says; "Your okay Charlotte? I heard you had it tough on today. Learned anything new?"<br/><br/>However this point Tim's familiar landed on table front of Charlotte and croaked; "Loser! Can't learn even a cantrip! Ten gold bet she dies on first fight cracracra!" Tim slammed on table and firmly said to his familiar; "Shush it Medvih! She did not ask your opinion!" Medvih flies back up to chanderlier and croaks; "Just saying facts! She must learn or she dies! Champions must be stronger to survive!"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte's eyes began to puff. Looking at Tim, she gave him a slight gracious nod. "Your bird's right. Those men are right. I'm likely to die first."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12937643#msg12937643">Quote from: Kathyan on 27-01-2017, 21:55:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">About the Inn being open for everybody Jessica liked that, it would be plain too boring if it was only them in there but she was still sensitive about the deaths last night and having bets placed on who would die first did disturbed her. On top of that they were bullying over Charlotte's weakness there. It was fine if she messed up a bit with the demure social worker because breaking her was just a game but this was non acceptable so she couldn't just remain quiet and shouted across the room, "Aye dickhead!, you think it's funny to bet on Charlie's death here? Did you you mamma placed her big fat ass on your head when you were a baby or are you plain stupid?" <br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vicious Mockery</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wisdom save DC 12 or 3 Damage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99547) and disadvantage on next turn attack, half and no disadvantage if success <br/></div></div><br/>This was new to Jessica as well, she was used to insult, humiliate and bully people around but never her words caused actual lethal damage, because that was impossible, right? Yet it seemed that was a very real threat here, she would ask the trainers about it as well, perhaps she did had some mystical magical powers after all.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte gasped in horror as the man stumbled back, clearly disturbed at Jessica's speech. He slipped backwards on something and fell, hitting his head. Within seconds, he was unconscious. Would pokeroot help that? There were no obvious wounds.<br/><br/>Gasps went around the room as people backed away from Jessica and stood up. Others made to leave.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She then grabbed a mug full of beer from one the viewers and sipping it she arrived at the table reserved for the champions, "Thanks Josie, we will simply not allow anyone of us to fall down, right Ali?, Tim?, Charlie?"<br/><br/>Just then the newly obtained familiar spoke up bullying Charlotte as if it hadn't been enough already, "You stupid black parrot Charlie here has already proved herself useful to us even when none of us was able to do a thing now bring you feathery butt here and apologize to my friend!"<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">persuasion to convince the raven, and intimidate to force it apologize<br/>At 2017-01-27 14:49:51, Jessica (uid: 58724) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99549)<br/>At 2017-01-27 14:50:19, Jessica (uid: 58724) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99550)<br/>Ok bad day for skills check<br/></div></div><br/>Pissed on the bird disrespect Jessica whispered to Tim <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"Control your birdy Tim or I swear you'll have to summon another one"</span> while trying to cheer Charlotte up "Don't listen to the bird brain Charlie, we all love ya and care for ya"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte was stunned that Jessica was defending her from the guest and the bird. Equally surprising was Jessica calling her a friend. However, Charlotte sprung into action and grabbed her pokeroot from her side and ran to the man.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12937927#msg12937927">Quote from: Rummy Tum Tum on 27-01-2017, 23:45:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Training went well. Better than well, in fact. Strange as it was, he found himself able to expertly wield the variety of weapons on his person; weapons he'd only seen in movies and games, and read about in books. It was like riding a bike-- if he was a professional cyclist at his prime. He sliced into training dummies with his axes, bisected them with ease with his greatsword, and pierced and bludgeoned them with his morning star and belaying pin. He'd known, of course, that the pin's purpose was not to be used as a weapon, and for some reason, he even knew of its use aboard a ship, but it proved a hefty and potentially bone cracking tool of battle.<br/><br/>The more he practiced with his weaponry, the more at home he felt with the concept of using them out in the field. By the time training was over, he felt confident in his abilities, and was all but itching for combat. This eagerness was so familiar to the soldier that he couldn't help but laugh on his way to the inn, which caught a few bystanders off guard. Clearly, they saw no good reason for a Champion to feel such mirth when faced with their deadly occupation.<br/><br/>As they sat, ready to eat, he couldn't help but notice the new patrons crowding them. He didn't like the feeling of being gawked at like a fucking circus animal, but he figured he'd let it slide, knowing that their very own Sam had wanted the extra company. <br/><br/>Unfortunately, his patience was pushed quickly past its limits when the assholes started betting on who would be the first to die. Jessica had spoken first, but he followed suit. <strong>"Right. Listen up! New rule, everybody! You say anything about <em>any</em> of us gettin' killed while protecting <em>your</em> asses, you get kicked the fuck out. No refunds."</strong> Dark, narrowed eyes scanned the crowd, just waiting for anyone to argue the point.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jocelyn sternly agreed. "You heard the Champion. You're an ungrateful lot. They did not even have to have you folks here and this is how you repay them?"<br/><br/>Charlotte started applying pokeroot and cried out when she found it didn't work. "Why isn't this working?! It has always worked before." She kept one hand on the man as she cried out to Jocelyn, "Do you have some ice?"<br/><br/>Jocelyn shook her head and wondered aloud, "How do you Champions believe ice would be available in this weather?"<br/><br/>Panicking, Charlotte cried, "Oh, God! Jessica, he's going to die! Oh, God! I wish I could do something more to save him." A short instant after that, the man sat up. Gasps sounded in the crowd. Some started to prostrate themselves before Charlotte. Others fled. The man she had her hand on was bug eyed and started to back away from her.<br/><br/>"What's going on?" Charlotte asked, completely confused. She gave a desperate look at her companions.<br/><br/>(OOC: Sorry, no bigger blade for you, Jessica. :P )