Act 1, Scene 1: "Together in Harmony" (Game Thread)

[Jenara]

Once the group have entered the common room Mira slips past making a beeline to Guilliam, he would be near the bar somewhere. "Those three are travellers, I would appreciate it if you could help them." She says in perfect Harmonian with a wink, "I have to change, be back soon, I promise. Watch the little male.. Closely." With that she darts upstairs to her room to change and collect her Lute.

(Forgive the presumption, she is looking out for them, but to her you are the portent of doom.)
Language: [1d100] = 4 massive pass.

[Namenlos]

"A bath, a bath, my kingdom for a bath!" Shouts Yasir as he makes his way towards the doors.

Yasir keeps his eyes open as he enters the building taking in his surroundings. Once Yasir lays eyes on the inn keep he will make his way over and attempt to haggle a bath and meal from him.

[Nocturno]

Pyros will enter and take a HUGE SNNNNIIIIIFFFFF "I smell DINNER! And my new friend!" He will slip through the crowd as only a Kender can and he will jump up on an open bar stool if there is one.

"Three ALES!" He will slap a steel piece down on the bar.

[TristenC]

Mira slips past the group as they enter the double doors, using the cover of others to keep from standing out. Heading to Guilliam, she delivers her message before moving upstairs.

The warrior bellows for a bath before bursting into the inn just behind Elsa, as a couple patrons pass into and out of the inn. The sounds of people talking and eating, and the warmth of a room full of people with a roaring fireplace washed over them. The inn was crowded and decently kept, and they saw at least three servers attentively addressing the needs of the patrons. Another tended the bar along with a hefty man in a white apron, who had already noticed them, and was heading over.

Ummm... where did Pyros go?Elsa asks, confused.

Yasir's warrior eyes scan the crowd for threats, but they seemed peaceful enough, though no few looked at the trio with surprise and a little suspicion. The aproned man is a little portly, but moves with a lightness that speaks of muscle underneath. Bienvenue sur le repos du voyageur. Que puis-je faire pour vous? Elsa cocks her head to the side for a moment. I think I just understood that... though I guess it's obvious he's asking how he can help...

Pyros glides through the crowd hardly making a ripple and slides up to the bar, slapping his steel down. The bartender looks at his diminutive stature and examines the coin. Smiling slightly he slides the Kender a small cup of cider, without taking the coin.


Wis check: Yasir, Pyros, Elsa [1d20] = 13[1d20] = 15[1d20] = 10. Yasir fail, Pyros fail, Elsa pass. Elsa notices a lady with red hair pass them, and realizes it's rare here.
Lang check at Inn: Yasir, Pyros, Elsa [1d100] = 15[1d100] = 29[1d100] = 5 Yasir fail, Pyros fail, Elsa pass. Elsa understands.

[Namenlos]

Yasir mimes bathing as best he can, scrubbing and rinsing at himself. If he succeeds, Yasir will enjoy removing the grime of a well traveled road. Yasir will also attempt to obtain a drink and a meal, gesturing as best he can to indicate his desires.

[Nocturno]

If Pyros doesn't get a drink or at least acknowledged in the first 20 seconds, he will start to spin the coin around.
"What does a Kender have to do to get a drink around here!"

[TristenC]

[Ooc: he gave Pyros a cider in a small glass ]

[Nocturno]

[OoC: Oh boy that is how it is going to be lol]

[Jenara]

Mira darts upstairs entering her room she strips off, singing softly to herself as she does so, the day's dirt falling magically from her body. "Clean the dirt, Clean my soul, clean the body, make me whole."

Applying the smallest dab of perfume she pulls on a clean shirt tying it up under her chest as she had become accustomed to do and pulled on her green skirt. Ensuring she has her pouch she pauses and slips the silver dagger into her boot before collecting her lute and walks down the stairs.

Dammit, her hands were shaking, more people from her homeworld something she had wished for each night, but what did the dreams mean? Were they some portent of doom that would be the end of the life she had made...?

Pushing the thought from her mind she enters the common room she scans for the newcomers, noting where they are she appears on stage, her red hair flashing as she sets up, smiling before the audience she bows and begins to sing..

Comme un fantôme pâle avec une lampe
Monte escalier hanté de certains ruine,
Donc la lune glisse le long de la humide
Chambres mystérieuses de l'air.

Maintenant, caché dans les nuages, et maintenant révélé,
Comme si ce fantôme, plein de douleur,
Étaient par les murs croulants cachés,
Et les fenêtres revu.

Jusqu'à ce qu'enfin, serein et fier
Dans toute la splendeur de sa lumière,
Elle marche les terrasses de nuage,
Suprême comme impératrice de la nuit.

Je regarde, mais ne reconnais plus
Objets familiers à mon avis;
La voie très à ma porte
Est une avenue enchanté.

Toutes les choses sont changées. Une masse de l'ombre,
Les ormes baissent leurs rideaux bas;
Par palais, parc, et la colonnade
Je marche comme dans une ville étrangère.

Le terrain très sous mes pieds
Est vêtu d'un air de devin;
Alors que le marbre ouvre la rue silencieuse
Et lueurs dans la case vide.

Illusion! Dessous il mensonges
La vie commune de tous les jours;
Seuls les glorifie d'esprit
Avec ses propres teintes de gris le sobre.

En vain nous regardons dans le soulèvement vain
Nos yeux au ciel, si nous sommes aveugles;
Nous voir, mais ce que nous avons le don
De voir; ce que nous apportons nous trouvons.


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Cantrips [1d20] = 5 Pass.

Singing / playing [1d20] = 3 pass and well,

Cantrips [1d20] = 14 fail (moonlight)

[Nocturno]

"3 drinks!" holding up 3 fingers, and miming holding a tankard, Pyros will motion to any staff he can get the attention of.

He will hopefully have these drinks before or just as the music starts, he will then split his attention between the music and finding his friends.

[TristenC]

The warrior makes the motions of bathing, earing and drinking. The innkeeper seems to understand, nodding emphatically at the request for a bath. He looks around, scratching his head and a little worried. Oh, there he is at the bar, Elsa says. Following her gaze, the inkeep looks relieved. Placing his hands on his chest he bows slightly and says, Guillam. Suivez-moi, s'il vous plaît. He begins to lead them towards a hall near the bar. Gesturing and calling to the bartender, Trois repas, un pichet de bière et des bains.

I'm going for a bath, first. Pyros, you can probably take your drink in there... I guess that's where he's leading us...
The bartender shakes his head ruefully at the apparent youngster, the Kender.

As they neared the bar, a woman with flowing red hair comes down from the second floor. She wore a billowy white blouse tied up to expose her midriff and carried a lute. Yasir catches a whif of jasmine perfume from her as she passes by, getting the scent of the sewer from him in return. Heading for the stage, she began to play a beautiful melody and sang in that musical language.

[Ooc: Mira, I presume the French vocals mean you're singing in Harmonian.
Pyros and Yas: decide if you're following the inkeeper or sticking by the bar. Elsa is heading for what she hopes is a bath]

Lang check at Inn: Yasir, Pyros, Elsa [1d100] = 82[1d100] = 94[1d100] = 15. All fail.

[Jenara]

(Ooc: yep that was the plan, she is trying to integrate herself more)

[Nocturno]

Pyros will try to mime a drink, hold up 3 fingers, and make a walking fingers motion and point to where Elsa is headed.

He will flip a steel piece to whichever server/bartender is closest.

[TristenC]

When Mira began her song, Guilliam swept into motion as the excellent host he was. He had already begun to address the newcomers' needs and was gently herding them, she hoped, for the baths.

Pyros makes his demand, but all of the other servers are on the opposite side of the room. However, the bartender begins pouring a pitcher of ale as soon as he hears the innkeeper's instructions. Gesturing to Pyros to follow him he joins the innkeeper, halfling and warrior as they head to the hallway. On the way he calls back through a swinging door to the kitchen; obviously making some kind of order. They are led to a door just a few feet down the hall. Elsa is pointed to a door directly opposite theirs. thank the gods! Enjoy your bath! she calls, as she enters the room to the left.

Once the door on the right is opened for Yas (and pyros?), it seems the room is furnished with four glazed cast-iron tubs. Some tables stand to hold towels, soap, scrub-brushes and potentially their belongings; and an enormous cauldron-like pot rests in the fireplace with boiling water. The barkeep and bartender enter with buckets to transfer the water to the tubs, then add some from a barrel of cool water to temper it down to a manageable heat.

A low table between the filled tubs received the pitcher of ale and one of cider, as well as cups. A moment later two plates brimming with food joined them, along with table-ware.

[Ooc: hope I'm not presuming too much with Yasir. He has been insisting on a bath ]

[Jenara]

Mira continues her set, trying to get the smell of the sewer from her nostrils, her eyes scan the crowd as she switches to an old Silvanesti love song, testing the crowd..

"Look, Look how moonlight doth caress
Your skin, soft, pale, and warm,
And summons moonstone essenses
that glint along your arm,
That glint along your arm.

Gold darts through your tresses fair
Like amber caught and caged.
And in your pointed shadowed ear
Are amethysts arrayed,
Are amethysts arrayed.


Silver sparks your lapis eye
with ardent passion's gleam
Kindling fire that doth deny
Platonic love serene,
Platonic love serene.

Look how moonlight doth caress
Your elegant, lithe form,
Graceful maid who summons forth
My love's sweet painful storm,
My love's sweet painful storm."

(Would the music reach the washrooms?)