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Post by Jarovbees on Oct 9, 2019 23:17:51 GMT
There was always plenty of work -entertaining or assassination- to be found in Waterdeep, without a doubt, but sometimes a change of pace was needed. Crispin's talents -both, in fact- were requested in the city of Daggerford to the southeast, and though the Trade Way was well-worn and relatively safe, it meant for a long and boring trek. His musical skills were often sought after among the caravan to break up the monotony, as well as games of chance. How paranoid players were of others cheating and what was done to said cheaters depended on the overall morale. So far it held, but a fight breaking out and leading to the expulsion of less cooperative members wasn't beyond the realm of possibility.
The sun was setting behind the western hills as Crispin's caravan traveled the wide, dusty road. Cicadas began to chirp from the trees on the side of the trail, and the exhaustion of the long day’s travel began to drag at everyone's limbs. As the caravan paused to set up for the night, Crispin was tapped to investigate the area. Everyone took a turn, no exceptions. He was given a whistle to blow if help was needed but it didn't take much insight to realize that he was among the better equipped to defend himself and definitely the stealthiest. If there was anyone capable of carrying out a brief scouting on his own, it would be Crispin.
Then a pleasant aroma reached him: the thick, savory scent of cooking meat and vegetables mixed with the smoky smell of a campfire. Compared to dried field rations, it was a considerable step up. A faint light flickered from within the trees about fifty feet ahead.
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Post by vorpal on Oct 11, 2019 14:42:36 GMT
Ah, to be on the road again. Crispin had been excited at the prospect of a little venture elsewhere, since traveling was the life he'd long grown accustomed to. While there was something to be said for having something of a home base in Waterdeep, he still couldn't entirely put aside that itch to keep moving, to see the sights and people that came from new locations. Almost like old times. Putting his entertainment skills to use gave him all the more nostalgia for the old days and the people who'd been part of it all. There was plenty else with which to keep occupied when they had down time, and as usual he was always interested by those he traveled with, using games to get a sense of what they were like, or chatting over the fire at the end of the day.
There was also plenty to see in their surroundings whenever they stopped, and of course Crispin was more than willing to take a look around as asked, to satisfy his own curiosity as much as anything else. That was something else he truly missed about being on the move all the time... staying too rooted could get monotonous fast, sometimes, although he had purposefully chosen Waterdeep because it had enough variety to interest him. Well, that and his feelings toward it from the past. Anyway. The task at hand. At the moment, he was warily watching for signs of trouble, or perhaps signs of something else... After all, the fey were always out there somewhere, and he was no stranger to their kind. One never knew what might be around in a strange area such as this.
He sniffed the air. Was someone else camping nearby? That was his first thought, since it seemed to be that way, from a distant glimpse of the fire. It did smell rather delicious. Well... no harm would come of getting closer and getting a better look, right? Just in case, he was careful to be quiet, to use his skills in stealth to get closer without hopefully drawing the attention of anyone hostile. It would be good to know either way who might be out there, after all, whether friend, foe, or even some neutral party likely to just leave them be.
Investigation: 3gI_9uN21d20+1
Stealth: 1d20+51d20+1·1d20+5
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Post by Jarovbees on Oct 11, 2019 14:57:50 GMT
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Post by Jarovbees on Oct 11, 2019 15:21:00 GMT
Unfortunately for Crispin, it was difficult to concentrate on surrounding details when the scent of such enticing food reached him. After long hours on the road, how could the scent of a nice warm meal do anything but take over the mind? Despite his efforts to go stealth, his stomach betrayed him with a loud rumble when he was close enough. That prompted a kindly chuckle, as someone spoke up. "Ah, a fellow traveler? Come into the light and join me!"
A youthful, clean-shaven half-elven man sat at the side of a tidy campfire, roasting a juicy cut of meat on a spit and cooking hearty roots and vegetables by the side of the fire. Black curls flowed from underneath a simple traveler's cap, and he idly plucked upon the strings of a beautiful, ornate lute. He looked over and smiled in Crispin's direction. The light danced on his copper-brown skin and sparkled in his hazel eyes. He beckoned eagerly, and said “Folk call me Zemmy; I’m wandering bard looking for a new tale to sing songs about. Come and sit, I’ll trade you plenty of food for a few good stories.”
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Post by vorpal on Oct 14, 2019 5:51:57 GMT
It was true, he certainly couldn't resist the allure of a good meal, especially after the traveling they'd been doing. Surely he'd be more on edge if there was real trouble afoot, right? If someone were attempting to trick him, it would definitely have to be more obvious by now. Oh, well, if there was a trap, it was well sprung now. Crispin eyed the elven man carefully, getting a bit more at ease when he noticed the other's overall demeanor. If he was a threat, he was putting on quite the act. Maybe it would be worth settling down for a moment or two. After all, he could never pass up the chance to trade songs and stories with traveling bards.
"Well met, Zemmy. I'll admit, I just couldn't resist the scents coming from your camp... but stories and songs are even more nourishing in certain respects. I'm Crispin, better known as Crispy Embers on the stage... so it seems you're in luck, as I'm no stranger to performing." He came over to take a seat, figuring it wasn't as if he was planning to stay terribly long, so they probably wouldn't start wondering where he was anytime too soon. Maybe there'd be leftovers to take back, anyway. "I'd be curious to know what kind of tales you're into... What brings you out here?"
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Post by Jarovbees on Oct 14, 2019 15:37:37 GMT
"A fellow performer as well? Wonderful! I'm in luck tonight." Zemmy poured some drinks from a bottle of amnish wine and handed a glass over, inspecting the meat on the spit before nodding to himself, satisfied. It's done, so he began piling on a plate for Crispin, generous with the portions. "I just left home a few months ago and plan to see the world, though truthfully I've barely gotten started. Here, I hope that's a good start though feel free to take as much as you like. Traveling does work up quite an appetite, doesn't it?"
He made a plate for himself as well but was apparently more interested in strumming his lute. His smooth voice soon follows, with a melancholy ballad.
"Black is the color of my true love's hair her lips are like some roses fair she's the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands and I love the ground where on she stands
I love my love and well she knows I love the ground where on she goes if she on earth no more I'll see My life will quickly fade away
I'll go to the Clyde and I'll mourne and weep for satisfied I'll never be I'll write her a letter just a few short lines and suffer death a 1000 times
Winter's past and the leaves are green the time has passed that we have seen but still I hope the time will come when she and I will be as one."
(Feel free to make an Insight check.)
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Post by vorpal on Oct 17, 2019 14:40:03 GMT
Well, why not? Crispin took the wine in hand, stomach rumbling a bit as he watched him pile up the delicious food. Nothing seemed outwardly suspicious so far, so maybe it was worth just going for it and consuming both wine and meat. He sipped a little at the wine while watching and listening, ear attuned as always to the melody he was hearing, letting the words sink in.
Insight: s7a0BRdN1d20-11d20-1
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Post by Jarovbees on Oct 17, 2019 15:58:44 GMT
Crispin might know that the young bard sings a folk tune that's a bit too melancholy for someone of his young age to be singing. Indeed, something about his performance makes it clear that Zemmy doesn't truly understand what he's singing; he's just picked it up from somewhere else. But the half-elven bard doesn't give his company much time to ponder, once he's finished. Setting the lute aside, he picks up his plate and raises his cup. There's an eager gleam in his eyes, reflected in his tone.
"Now, for a tale! You look well-traveled, and I'm sure you have a good collection of them by now. Why don't you tell me about your latest adventure? Whatever you've done, I'm sure it will be a worthy follow-up to the music."
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Post by vorpal on Nov 7, 2019 14:23:04 GMT
Still, entertainment was entertainment, even if it seemed not necessarily to come from a place of personal connection. There were worse things, truly. Crispin nodded slowly, considering, and then took a few sips of his drink. "I can manage that."
So he went into an exaggerated tale of the latest venture he'd been in down in the Blue Alley, playing up the traps and danger, but definitely keeping in the spots of comic relief, especially as pertained to the riddles and whatnot. After all, a good story needed balance between the perils and laughs, allowing for space to feel on edge for the heroes but also just as much to breathe and even to ponder just a little. All in all, even if a bit outlandishly told, for entertainment's sake, it was a more or less true accounting in its overall essence. There were sound effects. Suspense. Drama. Romance. It had everything such a good tale needed, and for this one, at least, the heroes emerged victorious.
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Post by Jarovbees on Nov 8, 2019 0:45:06 GMT
vorpal Make a Charisma check for Crispin! It can include his Performance proficiency, or any other skill that would make sense for the storytelling.
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Post by vorpal on Nov 8, 2019 6:03:01 GMT
Performance: yArnQ1og1d20+61d20+6
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Post by Jarovbees on Nov 8, 2019 17:11:12 GMT
Something about the story didn't sit well with Zemmy, who looked restless and disappointed as the story wound to a close. He set down his cup with a sigh, shaking his head as he poured more drink for his guest. "The raw talent is there, I can see that. But I was hoping for...something else. That's not the only adventure you've had, is it? I know there's something that will speak to me, if you can find it. Spin me an even more outlandish tale."
His gaze was pleading, the look of one who hadn't had good entertainment in a while and was frustrated yet hopeful. Crispin may not be a classically trained bard, but he was still the best chance for a good set of tales to satisfy Zemmy than he'd heard in a while. This had to end well.
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