Episode 2 Prelude

[alexandraerin]

The Situation:

The group, having returned to the inn with the last reality shard, is now left to its own devices for the time being. You can seek out and question the tavern staff, explore the inn, describe what you're doing in your room, or socialize with each other.

Notes:

No skill rolls are necessary explore the inn. If it becomes relevant I'll use passive Perception scores.

If you're looking for something in particular in the inn's interior, please wait for a response before going all out in describing what you do when you get there. A little player collaboration is not a bad thing, but I dislike having to overrule/retcon whole paragraphs that rely on elements that aren't actually there for a reason.

Feel free to add useful furnishings to your inn rooms. (Useful furnishings like a chest of drawers or a vanity table, not useful furnishings like a magic item or platinum coin dispenser.) The idea is that they were prepared for your character's use.

Comments

[alexandraerin.livejournal.com]

Tessa, having finished her mopping, has left the tavern. The half-elven youths sit together at a table, eating a supper of cold meat, hard bread, and cheese. A dwarf whose face is a maze of scars from which a scraggly beard sprouts like weeds breaking out of rocky soil is at work building a chair to replace the one the marauder broke.

[gamingdragon.livejournal.com]

Gallifreya opens her eyes to a unfamiliar room

Unfamiliar Ceiling

[luke-licens.livejournal.com]

((Optima, I'm gonna take some liberties with your room here. Feel free to correct me on anything I get wrong.))

Toben opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. His mild concern at the strange surroundings was somewhat mitigated by the thick feather mattress beneath him. It began to grow again when he noticed that the bed was wide enough to sleep a dozen comfortably. His apprehension spiked when he noticed the nightstand of holding beside it.

The last time he'd woke in a strange bedchamber with one of those had turned into an unmitigated disaster. The day and a half preceding that particular sleep weren't something he could bring himself to regret, but to say things had ended poorly was beyond understatement.

Crossing a luxuriously thick rug, Toben plucks his staff from an large, eccentric, and otherwise empty weapon rack before making his way to the door. As he opens the door, he notes the nameplate on it and blinks. After another moment, he smiles and shake his head ruefully before heading down to the common room. He resolved to ask her why she thought he needed such a large bed to himself while he found out what happened at the rift, and after.

[stormcaller3801.livejournal.com]

Carrog's easy to find, albeit not terribly sociable: he's presently passed out in the hallway just outside his room. His upper body leans against the doorframe and keeps the door itself partially open, while his legs are sprawled across the hall floor, making it (at best) entertaining to get past him.

Awake and unhappy

[gamingdragon.livejournal.com]

Gallifreya stubbles out of the room she was occuping looking fuzzly around noticing Carrog on the floor she prodes him with her foot.

[moofable.livejournal.com]

Harlan explores the bookcase, gently touching the spine of each book as he mumbles the title to himself. His hand stops on one particularly large volume and he laughs in delight.

“Optima! Look, my favorite! It’s Alberich’s Dwarven Ring Saga! It’s about this ring that Alberich makes at of stolen gold. It’s supposed to grant the wearer the ability to rule the world , so of course the gods don’t want him it. And there is this epic struggle and…”

Harlan stops, realizing he’s been babbling, and turns around to face Optima.

“…And it’s a long book. Well, one of four really long books…”

[amethyst83.livejournal.com]

Scarlet used the shadows in the inn to hide her movements from her allies. She had used a trick one of her uncle's taught her about appearing to have become drunk, but instead slipped the strong stuff into your empty stein. That way you could act and carry on with the best of them, yet keep your wits about you. Sometimes your quarry would make a fatal mistake when they thought you were too weak to defend yourself. Yet none of this had yielded fruit.

She slipped quietly past the giant sleeping in the hall and dipped into her room. Gallifreya was gone, which suited Scarlet just fine. She removed her leathers off and cleaned up in the wash basin, which was strangely warm still. She brushed her long, tawny hair and slipped into her well worn and comfortable linen tunic and pants.

As she curled up to sleep, tears welled up in her eyes at the knowledge that she was far from home with strangers; that her family would write her off as gone; and the thought of her brother's blood that still stained her hands.

She passed the night in dreamless sleep.

I have no internet

[xaddom.livejournal.com]

I have no internet in my place that I just moved into so I won't be able to make this week's session. Hopefully our internet will be installed by next Thursday but it may not be.