[Pathfinder] A story unfolds!

[Orikanyo]

@SeemosYantra The woman is abit taken aback by your sudden poetic burst, but seems to react well enough. "Ah, well alright then, no need to get so... whatever your doing... umm, I'll get you something then." she stammered abit as her eyes glanced about, wondering if this is a prank of some kind or this guy is strange as is.. foreigner probably. "I'd be happy to but yea.. still gotta pay love, gotta pig on the roaster if yea want some ham, on the cheap to, in memory to the old girl, good pig, got to fat for her own good seems."

 

[SeemosYantra]

@SeemosYantra The woman is abit taken aback by your sudden poetic burst, but seems to react well enough. "Ah, well alright then, no need to get so... whatever your doing... umm, I'll get you something then." she stammered abit as her eyes glanced about, wondering if this is a prank of some kind or this guy is strange as is.. foreigner probably. "I'd be happy to but yea.. still gotta pay love, gotta pig on the roaster if yea want some ham, on the cheap to, in memory to the old girl, good pig, got to fat for her own good seems."

The same as always. He always tried to bring something different to people, to make them feel special and important by being kind and a bit extravagant with his manners, but the result was that people took it the wrong way and the sittuation quickly turned to awkwardness. Well, he couldn't be blamed: he tried. At least the lady didn't seemed bothered by it. Oh well. Seeing that he wasn't achieving the desired effect, Ianos cleared his throat lightly and left the poetric pleasantries for another time without that meaning to be harsh, necesarily.


-[still looking at the waitress warmly and gently] Ehm, sure, my lady. I would love to give that a try and, of course, I wouldn't dare asking for something I couldn't pay. That would, certainly be most rude of my part so, how much would that be? ... Oh, and... excuse me if I am being too nosey but... you mentioned an "old girl", I think... Of whom you might be speaking? ... if such can be asked, of course...

 

[Orikanyo]

@SeemosYantra The woman scratched behind her head... was this guy... an idiot? Whatever, just get the food. "The pig, thats who I'm talkin' about love, now that'll be 4 copper, leave it on the table I'll bring yea the food." she returned the smile and turned to go about her duties, frowning the moment she was out of site. "...Weird guy. Acting like everythings a touchy question, I'm a waitress not a war vet." she sighed as she went about her business.


it was at this time the man approached the three, he shivered slightly as a slight chill came over him but approached them nonetheless. "Erhmm... G-g-ood evening! Is there.. anything I can get you? the f-f-irst round of the day is f-f-free." he explained, his stuttering voice broke out as he looked at the group of three at the table.


@TacoMann


@SephirothSage

 

[TacoMann]

"Tea shall prove fine, thank you very much. A festive kind, to be preferable. It is a special occasion to find one's Story, after all!" The Hermit mutters, as their gaze turns over to the Paladin, before facing back to the subject of their current reading.

 

[SeemosYantra]

@SeemosYantra The woman scratched behind her head... was this guy... an idiot? Whatever, just get the food. "The pig, thats who I'm talkin' about love, now that'll be 4 copper, leave it on the table I'll bring yea the food." she returned the smile and turned to go about her duties, frowning the moment she was out of site. "...Weird guy. Acting like everythings a touchy question, I'm a waitress not a war vet." she sighed as she went about her business.

Ianos smiled for the waitress until she was out of sight. Once the woman was out of sight, the guy face palmed himself. Despite all this time travelling, despite all these years, he still was an stranger in the world. He was no noble, but he had indeed a sheltered life of sorts and, while he managed to survive, there was still too much to learn, too many unspoken cues, too many "local ways of speech", too much world to know. Adding to that the fact he wasn't even close to his own land or his own culture, only summed wood for the bonfire. If he could write a diary entirely and solely dedicated to all the ocassions in which he had been embarassed in this or similar fashions, he would have already published several books that would, likely, make the delights of bards seeking inspiration for either comedy or tragedy. Ianos took a deep breath, placed the 4 coppers on the table and lowered his hood in a way it would cover his eyes and the red on his cheeks. In fact, if the thing would had a zipper, he would had closed it entirely, but it didn't, so he tried to distract his eyes with the nearby hearth, watching the flames dance.





-*Sigh*...





The aasimar was no arsonist, be he had a particular fondness for the sight of flames, thought he didn't knew exactly why. The only thing he could pin point were memories of his time with someone of his past, a girl from Tian Xia, met on the night of the new year's eve, where they stood long hours talking and talking before the bonfire. Such were good days where everything was simpler, when his mother and his brother were alive. Good times now gone like a fleeting cinder, flying in the windy night.

 

[vinom]

The 'elf child' followed the foreign swordswoman to the village. She was an odd mix of shy and confident. She was absolutely comfortable despite she was only clad in furs and dirt and an unkempt mane of black hair that reached her knees, but she'd jump, staying a good fifteen feet away from even the most unthreatening people. Not surprising if one knew that the swordswoman was the first humanoid she'd seen in over nine decades. But given that she hasn't had someone to speak to in all that time, she's long since forgotten how language functioned.


One does not live in the wild for so long without some tools of survival. On her right are was a set of antlers, with now dried raw hide spun between some bits into a crude shield, her left shin an oak branch with sharpened bits of flint embedded into it. Both were crude on an uncommon level. Even most uncivilized tribes of gnolls had someone who could craft better equipment at their worst.


She didn't trust the inn. To her, every voice was just noise, every object strange and foreign. Always ready to bolt, always ready to get away. Finally the other one, the small one looked at her. That sent shiver down her spine. She'd seen that look before, on the eyes of a mountain lion who found a lost otter pup. This might be a good time to bolt.

 

[SephirothSage]

The pale swordswoman starts the reading smiling, leaning back languidly in her chair, eyes roving to keep track of everything nearby- but then the woman begins to speak... and pulls back old and painful memories with a few words. Her smile slips, and turns to a frown as she turns to fully face the woman. Soon she scowls at the end of the reading of past, crossing her arms and leaning back.


"I've not /turned/ to anything, Fortune Teller. I enjoy drink, I enjoy battle- but I certainly don't go about drowning myself in anything, you hear me?" She grumbles quietly- but the Hermit just goes on with the reading.. and admitably, forces a slight nod of agreement from the superstitious Samurai. "...Well, you do have me about right there." She murmurs ruefully.. before shrugging as the woman goes on.


Old memories brought up hurt, but a promise of future wealth brings a faint smile to her face. "I care little for /coin/, but power and respect..? I don't suppose that card has non-material wealth interpretations..?" She inquires- before shrugging. "..Regardless.. it seems I've met an actual fortune teller, and not some kind of a charlatan. A pleasure to meet you." She says calmly- before sighing and leaning back. She looks to the waitress who approached with a broad grin, and shrugs.


"The strongest damn thing you've got!" She says cheerily to the poor stuttering man- flashing a smile filled with shiny white teeth... at least two of which are borderline fangs... before she notes the look on the Elven girls face. She sighs and turns from looking to the Waiter.. and smiles gently at the little girl. She holds out a hand- an open, peaceful gesture, as she speaks in a soothing voice, a soothing tone-"It's okay, little one. Don't be afraid." She says serenely- putting as much of a calming sound into the words as possible- much like one does when dealing with animals; tone of voice being more important than what is actually being said.


She looks slightly to the Hermit. "You scared the Kid." She says with a frown- a statement of grim fact delivered with obvious disapproval. "Be less spooky!" She then commands with a lopsided grin.

 

[TacoMann]

The Hermit nods with a smile, and turns to the child again. "Perhaps she'd like a reading?" The hermit asks, reshuffling the deck again. "Unless....ah."


An image, a woman bound, surrounded with eight swords planted in the ground around her. "Past proves the Eight of Swords. Isolation....Alas, I suppose she does not speak the tongues I would know from my shorter travels? Perhaps I could commune with her in time. But nonetheless..." She turns the card to the feral elf's eye, and folds another before it. A man, aloft in a field, with turbulent seas in the distance. A sword in hand, and hair flowing in the wind."


"Young, Energetic. Inexperienced. Brash. The Page of Swords. I wish I had more to gleam, and to share, but a language barrier halts that..." The fortune-teller takes a moment, introducing themselves in Aklo, Sylvan, Infernal, and Draconic. "...Aye?...hmm. Very well. No luck yet. I shall gleam more language as my travels expand..." They mutter. "And for the child's future..." She says, muttering further, before turning an image, a regal figure, sitting atop a throne of stone. A sword in one hand.


"...Curious-er and Curious-er. The King of Swords. I can't tell if it's her future, or her fate. But the king of swords is the greatest of all to pass judgement. Strong of mind. Strong of body. And absolutely impartial. A man of the highest ethical standards. A general, not a governor. A kind ruler-but his blade shall always be the first to draw blood when battle comes...." They look over at the child, somewhat dissapointed she is no Fool, but wary. "...She shall be great one day. Or shall meet end to one of equal power." An ominous tone, before she turns back to the Soldier.


"As for your future, 'Magician's Child Who Has Grown Into The Knight of Cups'... Not all wealth. Is of gold and silver. You shall have your hands on the foundations of great wealth. The Ace of Pentacles is every much a wedding ring as it is the first coin of a wise business venture. It is the fertile soil in which your plants shall grow. It is a rare card, with a meaning utterly unique in one way. Note, the hole in the hedges beneath. Traditionally, material and spiritual wealth are exclusive to one-another. But the Ace of Pentacles tells us, should you know the way... You may be able to achieve the spiritual through the material. If. Your card is played wise."


The hermit folds up their deck once more, and looks over to the Paladin afew tables over. "...That one looks most lonely and distinct, do they not? Perhaps they could use a companion to share a table with? They certainly seem a Fooly type..." The hermit nods, giving a wayward glance back to the now-known to her Page of Swords. Not the excited look from before. But one of caution, before it turns to a small smile, and a friendly nod.

 

[vinom]

The elf child decided not to bolt to the rafters after the odd one she met calmed that odd predatory one with the stiff leaves... or stones... or bark. When Hermit was distracted by potential others to read her hand shot out to grab the cards. By the time Hermit glanced back, she was holding them, sniffing them curiously, attempting to understand their origins through the middling scents of skin oils and sweat. Were anyone to know how such rituals normally go, them might question the accuracy of a reading done without the subject having touched the deck. Though this might not be as large a concern as to whether or not the girl might take a lick, a bite of the cards to better divine their nature.

 

[TacoMann]

The Hermit perks up, and drops her calm demeanor, immediately lunging to retrieve the cards. "I admire curiosity but those. Are. Sacred." they say, not raising their voice, but being quite curt. A sort of, panic crossing their face, as they extend their hand, and make a Give it Here gesture. They bite down on their lip, worried the feral child might damage the deck. Their eyes occasionally glance, nigh pleadingly, to the soldier for some help on the issue.

 

[SephirothSage]

The Soldier turns from casting her eyes about for more Booze, to look to her recently acquired young ward, and the fortune teller seeming to have some matter of a disagreement. She strokes her chin for a moment- before holding out an open palmed hand towards the child, between her and the cards; a simple gesture for her to cease, combined with that usual soothing tone.


"No, little one. Not yours."


She shakes her head to indicate no, as she gestures to the cards, then to the table; trying to indicate they should be put back down. She does her best to stay calm and warm as she does so.

 

[vinom]

She backs against her chair as the both turn to face her. The girl let out some fidgeting , excited chatter. She glances toward one of the beams, considering climbing it to the rafters. But finally with a sigh, she tossed the cards back to the table...


To put it bluntly, the result was not what the girl expected. Her eyes filled with curious wonder as each card took to the air drag differently, each one with a different flight path through the air toward the table and floor. Perhaps most amazingly, for a few fleeting moments, the world was balanced on the tower before the Hermit knocked the arrangement asunder.

 

[TacoMann]

The balance of major arcana is unnoticed as they hastily stash the deck. "Thank you", they mutter, before looking around the room, searching for either the waiter, or the paladin. As they spot the paladin, they give a wave, gesturing for the Aasimar to claim an empty seat at the table, giving a smile over to the stranger. This one also looks distinctive. King of Cups, Knight of Cups, Page of Swords. Perhaps a fool? Or perhaps a queen. This shall likely be the final read. Counting themselves, this would make Five Roles. And a classic tale often begins with no more than that...

 

[SeemosYantra]

The balance of major arcana is unnoticed as they hastily stash the deck. "Thank you", they mutter, before looking around the room, searching for either the waiter, or the paladin. As they spot the paladin, they give a wave, gesturing for the Aasimar to claim an empty seat at the table, giving a smile over to the stranger. This one also looks distinctive. King of Cups, Knight of Cups, Page of Swords. Perhaps a fool? Or perhaps a queen. This shall likely be the final read. Counting themselves, this would make Five Roles. And a classic tale often begins with no more than that...

Distracted with the flames and the warm memories of that fleeting but sweet times, Ianos failed at first to notice the waving until a chance movement of his eyes made him realize someone was actually beckoning him, a most unlikely event considering how people would often try to avoid him. At first, the aasimar was slightly doubtful, even wary. Were they gonna attempt robbing him? But, who would want to robb or mugg someone who actually looked like a beggar or a mugger himself? No, it couldn't be that. However, a more sinister thought crossed his mind in that moment: she could have finally located him and send someone to bring him to her. A cold shivering rushed through his body, the very thought of hearing that spatting and hatefull voice once again aiming it's poison at him, the mere idea of being forced to gaze upon the icon of his most grievous sin making him plain sick as if walking on a the very edge of the highest cliff.





- [Taking a deep breath and standing up rather slowly, picking back the copper pieces on the table and walking slowly towards the other table] ...





He hated it. He hated to live in this constat fear. To live constantly on the run. To live hiding as if he was a wanted criminal when he had broken no law on his life. Then again, he was no bereft of the taint of sin, and such weighed far more heavily on his heart than any decree or judgement from the laws of men. On his way to the table, Ianos would silently stop the barmaid by giving her the original 4 copper pieces plus 2 more without even looking at her. This time, his voice was grim and straight to the point.





- I'll take my order with these fellow travelers. Also, I would like a cup of tea as well. Thank you. [Reaching past her into the empty seat, taking the chair slowly and sitting] ... [Giving an stern and wary, but unmenacing glance at each person at the table] You summon me, so here I am. If I am mistaken and you haven't, then I leave in this very instant. If not... [reclining back into the chair, crossing his fingers at the table] ...to what I owe the honor of being called? Do we know each other from somewhere else, perhaps?

 

[TacoMann]

"Oh no, stranger. But I would wish to know you. You have quite a distinct air to you, stranger. I would wish, to know your role. To read you, as it where." The urchin chuckles, drawing forth, again, her deck of cards, and splaying them into a fan. "I would ask you take three- Do not look. Simply take three, and place them down flat on the table. I yearn to see if you are the fifth player of the tale to come..." The Hermit, once again, smiles to the Dhampir and Elf.

 

[vinom]

Squeak squeak squeakly

Health: 14/14

Race: Feral Elf

Age: 90

Class: Barbarian

Alignment: True Neutral

Level 1

EXP: 0/2000?

(crown) Basic Information

AC: 16


Saves: Fort; 6, Ref; 4, Will; 2


Initiative: +10


Base Speed: 50ft


Climb Speed: 20ft


Eye Colour: Forest Green


Skin Tone: Grimy brown


Hair: Black, unkempt mane


Body Type: Humanoid, lean


Height: 5'4" (short)


Weight: 100lbs (all bones and wirey muscle)

(d20) Stats

STR: 14 +2


DEX: 18 +4


CON: 16 +3


INT: 9 -1


WIS: 14 +2


CHA: 12 +1

(shield) Skills

Languages:


» Elven... maybe


+14 - Climb


+6 - Survival


+5 - Handle Animal


+4 - Acrobatics, Disable Device, Escape Artist, Fly, Ride, Sleight of Hand, Stealth


+2 - Heal, Perception, Profession, Sense motive, Swim


+1 - Bluff, Diplomacy, Disguise, Intimidate, Perform, Use magic device


-1 - Appraise, Craft, Knowledge, Linguistics, Spellcraft

(helmet) Armor

» Pair of Antlers on her right arm[bone Heavy Shield]


+2 AC, -2 ACP, Fragile

(sword) Weapons

Terbutje | +3 AB | 1d8+2 | 19-20/x2 | Slashing | Fragile


Punch | +3 AB | 1d3+2 | x2 | Bludgeoning

(chest) Equipment

»

(bag) Odd's & Ends

» Furs, worn as clothing

Perhaps glaring at the wild child wasn't the best idea. She returned his glare point for point, making it hard to shift his eyes beyond hers, as her hand slowly moved for where her fancy club was strapped to her leg. Standard social etiquette for being challenged in the forest by something walking into your territory.

 

[TacoMann]

An apologetic look is cast over, before The Hermit turns back to the newcomer.

 

[SeemosYantra]

"Oh no, stranger. But I would wish to know you. You have quite a distinct air to you, stranger. I would wish, to know your role. To read you, as it where." The urchin chuckles, drawing forth, again, her deck of cards, and splaying them into a fan. "I would ask you take three- Do not look. Simply take three, and place them down flat on the table. I yearn to see if you are the fifth player of the tale to come..." The Hermit, once again, smiles to the Dhampir and Elf.

- A fortune teller. [slowly approaching his hand towards the deck, still noticeably wary, but focusing his sight on the urchin] Many are the ones who have tried to forsee my fate and much curious I have been about the path that is laid before me, but none has been able to actually... [picking the cards carefully without looking] ... glance upon my future, either admiting a blank sight... or resorting to common lies to cover their incapacity or utter lack of sight.


Then again, the attention of Ianos was taken by the piercing gaze of the younger looking on the group, her intent not exactly friendly but easily readable without need for words. Ianos knew this kind of sensation, akin to how beasts, specially hounds, were so unfond of him in the streets. If anything, he was too acquainted with the rejection to his being as much by person as by animal or creature of other kins. Seeing the hostile intent directed at him, the aasimar reclined back on the chair and lowered his hood, breaking eye contact.





@SephirothSage -[speaking softly] Be at ease, please. I know when I am unwanted so I'll leave as soon as my presence is required no more.

 

[SephirothSage]

The Samurai shakes her head, sighing faintly- smiling warmly.


"No, please. Stay around the table. I'll see if I can't calm the lass down, aye? The more the merrier, I always say!" She says warmly- befuddled as to why the Paladin is directing her worry about the child towards her- but eventually assuming that she's simply being named as the most likely caretaker for the child. Her smile is warm and earnest, before she looks down at the obviously displeased child- and holds out a hand to gently touch her shoulder... speaking in the same soft tone- her patience towards children being almost multiplicativly greater than her patience towards anything else.


"It's alright, little one. They mean no harm." She says calmly, gesturing to the two figures the child seems to dislike, and making a shrugging motion as she smiles, as if shrugging them off. She then gestures to the kitchens which smell of food, then the table. "Wait, and soon we'll have food." She tries to get across with a few more hand gestures, before waving over a nurse.


"Aye! I'll pay for a round of meat, nuts, and whatever else y'serve for this whole table, aye?"

 

[SeemosYantra]

The Samurai shakes her head, sighing faintly- smiling warmly.
"No, please. Stay around the table. I'll see if I can't calm the lass down, aye? The more the merrier, I always say!" She says warmly- befuddled as to why the Paladin is directing her worry about the child towards her- but eventually assuming that she's simply being named as the most likely caretaker for the child. Her smile is warm and earnest, before she looks down at the obviously displeased child- and holds out a hand to gently touch her shoulder... speaking in the same soft tone- her patience towards children being almost multiplicativly greater than her patience towards anything else.


"It's alright, little one. They mean no harm." She says calmly, gesturing to the two figures the child seems to dislike, and making a shrugging motion as she smiles, as if shrugging them off. She then gestures to the kitchens which smell of food, then the table. "Wait, and soon we'll have food." She tries to get across with a few more hand gestures, before waving over a nurse.


"Aye! I'll pay for a round of meat, nuts, and whatever else y'serve for this whole table, aye?"

-[Looking at the samurai] I apologize for upsetting the child. One can't be too wary these days and such can be taken in the wrong way. [Making an small nodd to her] You posses a beauty which is foreign to Varisia, my lady. I would even dare to say, foreign to The Inner Sea, yet familiar to me, as I have seen it in the past, in the face of someone that was, at one time, quite beloved to me. Nevertheless, her fairness wasn't so... distinct at mere glance as so seems to be yours. [Looking at her curiously]





Such an strange sensation this was. Since his encounter with The Lady Of Mercy in his dream, he had been granted a most usefull gift which had saved him on uncountable ocassions: a means to sense the taint of true evil in the heart of others and how much it had taken root or held sway of a particular soul. Such a bleakness would feel akin to gaping and hungry emptyness followed by a distinct taste of bitterness, as if its very presence would spoil any morsel, robbing it from everything, even its time. Nevertheless, this was similar but not entirely the same. He could feel the void, but it was subtler, faint, and, unlike anything he had felt before, it was, somehow, at ease. Evil could not find peace by any manner, so evil it wasn't. What was it then? Who WAS this person?

 

[TacoMann]

"Well, I have no sight as you describe. I am simply one to read the cards!" The Hermit says with a grin.


Their thin fingers spindle over, and flip over the first card, their smile immediately drooping. Again, a woman awake in the midst of night, face buried in her palms, nine swords hovering overhead. "...The Nine of Swords yet again. A past haunted with regret. A history of loss that drives your mind, keeps you going. But not. Fault of your own. Not heavy loss. Not the sudden loss a sword would suggest. Stature....hrm..." They draw a fourth card, looking at it, but not sharing, before sliding it back into the deck. "Of a noble family...but not of use. You turned to your god for purpose, did you not? That is the Emperor to whom you owe yourself. They are the Omega...and you..."


The next card is overturned, revealing the image of a woman, sitting upon a throne. A great coin resting on her lap, as she sits amidst a tranquil garden. "...You are their power brought down to this world. The Queen of Pentacles. A major arcana brought accessible. Maternal. Kind. Merciful. And while they may bear great material wealth, they use it to bring the greater wealth of spirit to others around them. You seek to spread mercy. You seek to grant peace...."


They mutter, as their voice trails and they flip the final card. An image of a figure, clad in religious regalia, a scepter in one hand, a crown upon their head, and resplendent robes upon then as their sit on their throne. "...and in time, you shall either become, or find yourself before, the Hierophant. The Soul to your God's Mind, and Your Body. Perhaps it shall be your own soul, fully realized within yourself. Perhaps it will be a great gift bestowed to you. The Hierophant is best described as the embodiment of fairness, and the holder of knowledge meant to be held close, not shared. However, this is a restrictive nature. Rules are to be enforced. Laws are to be followed. And the Hierophant bears the power to sway the souls of others through their means."


The thin fingers of the ragged teen collect the cards, fold them into the deck, then lock the deck into the box, before it is slide, again, likely finally, back into their belt.


"I would believe. That your path of mercy shall lead to your rising in your God's favor. You have been gifted by them. And you shall, should your path be followed true, and your faith always be taken over your reason, you will find yourself bound by it, but greatly empowered by it." One finger is raised, with a grin, for no reason other than giddy emphasis, as they suddenly turn to the full group, casting their arms wide as if to embrace a roaring bear.


"SO! I have met you all now! Magician's Child Grown Knight of Cups. The Isolated Page of Swords! The Queen of Pentacles Grown of Sorrow! And the King of Cups Who Shall Turn Either One With The Lovers Or The Devil, who sadly, is not present. We shall meet with The King Of Cups in time, and I have already told them MY role. As for you, my good, lovely new companions!"


The grin only grows, as they stand. "I am The Hermit! Your guide and giver of fortune and fate! The one who spins the yarns of the story and the follower of the Great Plot! Your tale is soon to begin, my friends! And shall I live, I shall be the one to tell it to travelers in ages to come! Our places are set in this tale! And together we shall find to meet our futures!"


They stand, poised and posed, their overdramatics and theatrics closed as a hand slams on the table, a fist is clenched to their chin, and a grin is pointed at the hearth of the fire, before they quite suddenly calm and sit down.


"Well, if you're willing, good Knight of Cups, I would not mind a small pouch of spices, and a bowl of hot water. It is a special occasion, so the story may free me from the basic squalor of my role to indulge for but a moment." She adds quite causally, in response to the swordswoman's offer of meal.

 

[SeemosYantra]

"Well, I have no sight as you describe. I am simply one to read the cards!" The Hermit says with a grin.
Their thin fingers spindle over, and flip over the first card, their smile immediately drooping. Again, a woman awake in the midst of night, face buried in her palms, nine swords hovering overhead. "...The Nine of Swords yet again. A past haunted with regret. A history of loss that drives your mind, keeps you going. But not. Fault of your own. Not heavy loss. Not the sudden loss a sword would suggest. Stature....hrm..." They draw a fourth card, looking at it, but not sharing, before sliding it back into the deck. "Of a noble family...but not of use. You turned to your god for purpose, did you not? That is the Emperor to whom you owe yourself. They are the Omega...and you..."


The next card is overturned, revealing the image of a woman, sitting upon a throne. A great coin resting on her lap, as she sits amidst a tranquil garden. "...You are their power brought down to this world. The Queen of Pentacles. A major arcana brought accessible. Maternal. Kind. Merciful. And while they may bear great material wealth, they use it to bring the greater wealth of spirit to others around them. You seek to spread mercy. You seek to grant peace...."


They mutter, as their voice trails and they flip the final card. An image of a figure, clad in religious regalia, a scepter in one hand, a crown upon their head, and resplendent robes upon then as their sit on their throne. "...and in time, you shall either become, or find yourself before, the Hierophant. The Soul to your God's Mind, and Your Body. Perhaps it shall be your own soul, fully realized within yourself. Perhaps it will be a great gift bestowed to you. The Hierophant is best described as the embodiment of fairness, and the holder of knowledge meant to be held close, not shared. However, this is a restrictive nature. Rules are to be enforced. Laws are to be followed. And the Hierophant bears the power to sway the souls of others through their means."


The thin fingers of the ragged teen collect the cards, fold them into the deck, then lock the deck into the box, before it is slide, again, likely finally, back into their belt.


"I would believe. That your path of mercy shall lead to your rising in your God's favor. You have been gifted by them. And you shall, should your path be followed true, and your faith always be taken over your reason, you will find yourself bound by it, but greatly empowered by it." One finger is raised, with a grin, for no reason other than giddy emphasis, as they suddenly turn to the full group, casting their arms wide as if to embrace a roaring bear.


"SO! I have met you all now! Magician's Child Grown Knight of Cups. The Isolated Page of Swords! The Queen of Pentacles Grown of Sorrow! And the King of Cups Who Shall Turn Either One With The Lovers Or The Devil, who sadly, is not present. We shall meet with The King Of Cups in time, and I have already told them MY role. As for you, my good, lovely new companions!"


The grin only grows, as they stand. "I am The Hermit! Your guide and giver of fortune and fate! The one who spins the yarns of the story and the follower of the Great Plot! Your tale is soon to begin, my friends! And shall I live, I shall be the one to tell it to travelers in ages to come! Our places are set in this tale! And together we shall find to meet our futures!"


They stand, poised and posed, their overdramatics and theatrics closed as a hand slams on the table, a fist is clenched to their chin, and a grin is pointed at the hearth of the fire, before they quite suddenly calm and sit down.


"Well, if you're willing, good Knight of Cups, I would not mind a small pouch of spices, and a bowl of hot water. It is a special occasion, so the story may free me from the basic squalor of my role to indulge for but a moment." She adds quite causally, in response to the swordswoman's offer of meal.

- [Looking at Hermit, his expression now more akin to how it is on a regular basis, placid] One way or the other, you have proven your gift of foresight to me, Story Spinner, for I have not shared my story with anybody of these parts, yet you seem to have read it out of my mind. For that you have my respect and awe. And, while your description of the future is... ehm... [apparently looking for a word in his mind] ... [making a gesture with the fingers like finding it] ... slightly nebulous, you have told me something that no other was able in the past. For that, I am in your debt, for kings can give gold, feasts, pleasures, and all sort of vanities for the body... but very few are gifted enough to be able to impart wisdom and, much more coveted yet, a true sight of the things to come. I can ask for no better gift than wisdom and hope, even if just a mote. So, if your heart strikes a fancy, share such a desire with me. I'll do what is in my power to repay your kindness to the best of my meager capacities...

 

[Orikanyo]

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Miles away in a looming, and rather kinda evil looking manor if one had to admit, sat a young(?) lady near her observatory window, gazing down upon the small village not to far off from her land, in truth she was close enough to be bothered a great deal of people looking for help with many things, many things her line of expertise didn't dwell with... or atleast she didn't care to help with, when you live as long as she does you tend to keep people at arm's reach.. unless they come offering tea of course, then damn she'd do anything you'd want... within reason... "Noh." at the words of her companion she sighed shaking her head. "No, I'm not joining in." "Noh" "Yes I know I always say I want to." "noh." "Don't give me that you know I haven't a proper painting to showcase yet. besides i don't even have the full grouping complete yet, unless you know of an idea that wouldn't let my paint run in the bloody plane of water!" "Noh" "Oh look at you all high and mighty, if you know so much about painting why don't you do it! Bah, why do I bother arguing with you... Sorry.. that was rude... hey.. do you feel that? Like a... like a vague sense of foreboding." "noh" "Some help you are."


A half orc man, strong in body, less so of mind, but stronger of wit and good nature barked orders at nearby recruits, would-be adventurers it seems, he has trained many folk up to date, these three are no different. "Foot work damn it! How can you even defeat a goblin when a dummy can knock you on your ass, keep at it!" he yelled at the three novices, no more then peasant boys trying to make their way into a better world. The training area was more or less a section of flattened land near the larger building, why that fool chose the big evil castle to set up shop in he'd never know. "There's already built facilities here, a barracks and stuff, we can work out the evil look later." the man mocked the voice of the fool upstairs, no doubt staring at that town again, he'd stop by once and awhile to check out the tavern there, good drink and food were easy enough to come by but being served as royalty never was his style...


back at the town.


Being a man of illustrious girth and insatiable appetite, Grondor, had a love of ancient magic as he did food. Today he sat at the tables of the red dragon, a corner away from the others so he may eat his meal in peace, not that people wish to be around him anyways, they simply didn't understand how to deal with his palpable amicable nature... which in truth meant he was creepy as all unholy hell. "ohohohoooo~! Don't mind if I do." the fat duergar man wiggled his fingers as he plucked a piece of ham and stuffed it into his awaiting maw, making sounds that could be best described as hearing a goat attempt to chew through a piece of wood with only one good tooth on top and two on the bottom. All in all, it was a sight not to behold.


The waitress, and her cousin the waiter, came out to greet the full table once more with their orders in hand. The woman carrying the meals, laying them out atop of the table, a smile on her face as she glanced back to the creepy man across the way. "Ugh.... lucky he paid in advance." she muttered as she stood back up to let her cousin distribute the drinks.


@SephirothSage The drink placed before you looks.. interesting to say the least, the silver tankard it is contained in is silver from the looks of it and engraved is several dragon motifs, it also seems to be.. radiating heat? if you decide to drink, please roll me a fort save, or as I like to call it, the trial of the liver.


@SeemosYantra You receive your meal and tea quickly as you had switched tables, they already had a pot on the boil thanks to the man in the corner, who is continuing to slurp his quote "Absoluuuuutly deliciiiiious meal~!"


@TacoMann As you move your deck three cards fall from your grasp, knocked back into your sight, an inverted wheel of fortune, upright death and finally an upright world.


A small voice within you all rings with the sudden clarity, as if somebody was yelling to you from somewhere nearby, but yet far away. @folclor you hear this sound the most, calling from the fountain in the middle of the town.


"Help...us..."

 

[SeemosYantra]

Being a man of illustrious girth and insatiable appetite, Grondor, had a love of ancient magic as he did food. Today he sat at the tables of the red dragon, a corner away from the others so he may eat his meal in peace, not that people wish to be around him anyways, they simply didn't understand how to deal with his palpable amicable nature... which in truth meant he was creepy as all unholy hell. "ohohohoooo~! Don't mind if I do." the fat duergar man wiggled his fingers as he plucked a piece of ham and stuffed it into his awaiting maw, making sounds that could be best described as hearing a goat attempt to chew through a piece of wood with only one good tooth on top and two on the bottom. All in all, it was a sight not to behold.


The waitress, and her cousin the waiter, came out to greet the full table once more with their orders in hand. The woman carrying the meals, laying them out atop of the table, a smile on her face as she glanced back to the creepy man across the way. "Ugh.... lucky he paid in advance." she muttered as she stood back up to let her cousin distribute the drinks.


@SephirothSage The drink placed before you looks.. interesting to say the least, the silver tankard it is contained in is silver from the looks of it and engraved is several dragon motifs, it also seems to be.. radiating heat? if you decide to drink, please roll me a fort save, or as I like to call it, the trial of the liver.


@SeemosYantra You receive your meal and tea quickly as you had switched tables, they already had a pot on the boil thanks to the man in the corner, who is continuing to slurp his quote "Absoluuuuutly deliciiiiious meal~!"


@TacoMann As you move your deck three cards fall from your grasp, knocked back into your sight, an inverted wheel of fortune, upright death and finally an upright world.


A small voice within you all rings with the sudden clarity, as if somebody was yelling to you from somewhere nearby, but yet far away. @folclor you hear this sound the most, calling from the fountain in the middle of the town.


"Help...us..."

Ianos was barely about to give his meal the first bite when the voice came to him. He didn't liked it. Not because the voice were to seem evil or unnatural, but because he had strong forebodings of that sort in the past, which usually led to nothing, leaving only frustrations and confussion to the aasimar. However, this was differen. He was actually hearing this. In his head, but still, hearing it and that was what worried him. Were the long hours on the road making him insane already? Instinctively turning to face in the direction where the fountain should be, despite of not remembering where exactly it was or if he actually saw it on his way to the stablishment, the aasimar looked surprized, rising an eyebrow in silent question while chewing slowly, trying to catch anything more.





-[silently gulping the food, looking at everywhere without moving too much, speaking softly] Did you heard... that?

 

[vinom]

Squeak squeak squeakly

Health: 14/14

Race: Feral Elf

Age: 90

Class: Barbarian

Alignment: True Neutral

Level 1

EXP: 0/2000?

(crown) Basic Information

AC: 16


Saves: Fort; 6, Ref; 4, Will; 2


Initiative: +10


Base Speed: 50ft


Climb Speed: 20ft


Eye Colour: Forest Green


Skin Tone: Grimy brown


Hair: Black, unkempt mane


Body Type: Humanoid, lean


Height: 5'4" (short)


Weight: 100lbs (all bones and wirey muscle)

(d20) Stats

STR: 14 +2


DEX: 18 +4


CON: 16 +3


INT: 9 -1


WIS: 14 +2


CHA: 12 +1

(shield) Skills

Languages:


» Elven... maybe


+14 - Climb


+6 - Survival


+5 - Handle Animal


+4 - Acrobatics, Disable Device, Escape Artist, Fly, Ride, Sleight of Hand, Stealth


+2 - Heal, Perception, Profession, Sense motive, Swim


+1 - Bluff, Diplomacy, Disguise, Intimidate, Perform, Use magic device


-1 - Appraise, Craft, Knowledge, Linguistics, Spellcraft

(helmet) Armor

» Pair of Antlers on her right arm[bone Heavy Shield]


+2 AC, -2 ACP, Fragile

(sword) Weapons

Terbutje | +3 AB | 1d8+2 | 19-20/x2 | Slashing | Fragile


Punch | +3 AB | 1d3+2 | x2 | Bludgeoning

(chest) Equipment

»

(bag) Odd's & Ends

» Furs, worn as clothing

The young child was grabbing a handful of walnuts, casually biting through there hard outer layer, and eating the delicious core. They were only a bit tougher then her usual fare of acorns, so it wasn't much of a problem for her. She allowed herself to zone a little out of the exact vocalizations of those around her, it's not like there odd pink things could actually communicate, so it didn't seem necessary.