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Oneirohero:
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Okay, this is a trading post, run
mostly by humans. It's not really near any settlements and
sometimes gets giants travelling along it
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Oneirohero:
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You're travelling with Ka'Ben, having
taught him how to speak some weeks ago
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Oneirohero:
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Morrigan already arrived at the post
prior to Ka'ben and Darkan, so the humans are still wowed and
oohed by his arrival
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Oneirohero:
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Much earlier in time, Ottomar set up
shop at the south
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Oneirohero:
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There seems to be another giant here
too!
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Oneirohero:
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And that's it. It's mostly about
roleplay and interactivity here
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Darkan:
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ok. Though till morgan gets here I'm a
lil stuck
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Oneirohero:
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Oh okay, true
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Oneirohero:
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Alright, Monroe and Leon, you can RP
with each other for a bit, you've found a trading outpost on your
travels. Perhaps you're trying to teach the giant lizard how to be
sociable?
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Darkan:
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"Alright Ka'ben, This is the place I
told ya about" The kobald says loudly, looking up at the massive
lizard. "No eating anyone, scaring anyone or wandering off. We
need to find a mage for ya, and if they kick ya out, we'll have to
find somewhere else."
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GM:
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A Clue is visable (Green ?), click it
to read it.
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Darkan:
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Looks around carefully, with a 10
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* Darkan is a bit distracted with Ka'ben
around.
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Darkan:
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(oh dear, rolled a one first roll lol)
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Morrigan:
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As the two walked in, there was a
small commotion to their left. Past a few of the buildings and
shops was another giant. This one, cloaked in black robes and a
mask, was calling people to him. "Come, watch as I, Morrigan, put
delight in front of you with wonderous magics!" the figure said in
a deep voice. Looking over, the two lizards saw another giant.
Just about as big as Ka,Ben, this wizard carried a massive tree
trunk like staff that was etched with carvings depicting lighting
bolts, fireballs, gusts of wind, and various other displays of
magic. As a few humans walked up, curious, the giant tapped his
staff down against the ground with an unnaturale grace and from
the area where the staff touched the ground, sparks fizzled in
different colors to amuse the people near his feet.
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Darkan:
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(um, is ka'ben joining us?)
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Crowd of People:
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> The people approached with caution
initally, as the giant's clothes and armour made him appear almost
like an evil sorcerer of sorts, even his voice was intimidating at
first. However when the sparks began to fly and the intention
became more pure the people began to go 'oohh!' in intrigue.
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Darkan:
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(oneiro, How about I go exploring
without ka'ben a bit, maybe tell him to wait while I scope out the
place so we can continue?)
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GM:
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(That's what I'm hoping for!
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* Darkan sighs, motioning for ka'ben to stay
at the side of the road.
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Darkan:
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Stupid lug. Stay put while I scope the
place out, alright?
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Morrigan:
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Using a mix of Silent Image and some
use of Ghost Sound, the giant creates large dire wolves that start
to pant, acting like trained dogs. The mage summons a floating
illusory ring and has the large wolves start jumping through them
one by one.
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* Darkan decides to stick to the edges of
tents and stalls, only in the open when nescessary
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Morrigan:
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Perform Check: 27
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Darkan:
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Rolls 24
for sneaking
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Morrigan:
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Perception Check: 17
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Crowd:
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> The crowd take caution as the giant
appears to conjure giant wolves! When they start jumping through
the hoops, some of the crowd starts to slap. They seem to be
really enjoying this!
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Darkan:
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(I think they clap, not slap)
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GM: (( Yeah, Clap ))
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Morrigan:
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Morrigan spends 2 spell points.
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GM:
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> The Crowd's mood is ' amused'!
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Darkan:
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(Do I hear the clapping from where I
am?)
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Morrigan:
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(I'm pretty sure you could)
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Morrigan:
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(At the very last you could hear
Morrigan's voice)
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GM:
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You're within 55ft of the clapping, so
yeah
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Darkan:
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(With the general noise of the market,
along with the canvas tents, it would muffle the sounds. Better to
check)
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* Darkan is curious about the clapping and
glances around, heading in the rough direction of where he feels it is
coming from.
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GM:
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> From the small crowd that gathered,
the Kobold could easily see the towering titanic mage, dressed in
robes and armour doing a kind of show for the humans.
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Morrigan:
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While the mage is doing his show,
there was a ghostly, slightly invisible being walking through the
crowd with a pouch held out in front of it. It has a slight
jingling of coins that were tossed into it. It was collecting from
the crowd. The wolves disappeared after a minute and in their spot
plenty of humanoids of various races, halflings, gnomes, humans,
even a few orcs, starting to dace around the crowd, like a parade.
They twirled batons and did flips. It was quite a show, even if
there wasn't any sound to the dacing troupe
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Darkan:
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Darkan is intrigued, but rather than
watch te show, keeps his eyes peeled. It was too easy to be an
easy mark in a place like this, and he wasn't about to let his
guard down.
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Morrigan:
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Perform Check: 19
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Crowd:
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> The mage's performance was amazing,
at least to the boring little outpost way out here, a handful of
people drop a coin or two into the pouch as it was passed around.
They remark on the little parade of vague looking figure of
different races and ooh'd at the sight of them.
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Herzog Pseudo van Nym has connected.
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Morrigan:
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The slightly ghost like image walks up
to Darkan, holding the bag out as if asking for money.
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GM:
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> Morrigan earns 7
coins during collection so far
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* Darkan is thoughtful for a second before
dropping a coin, and a note with a quick scribble on it, into the bag,
trying to keep the second item hidden from view.
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Morrigan:
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The ghost doesn't take notice to the
note and since Darkan was among the last of the group he walked up
to, he floated over to by Morrigan's feet and waited there as the
performance ended wih a big bang. He pounded his massive
quarterstaff into the earth again with a rsounding thud. As the
staff made contact, the tip glowed bright and after a moment a
bolt of magical energy shot upward with a glowing streak behind
it. The masked face looked up and watched with the ground as it
rose up higher and higher before *BANG* it popped with some
sparkles that gently floated down. With a small bow, Morrigan
ended his small performance.
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Morrigan:
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As the people clap and such, Morrigan
lifts up the small bag out of the ghosts hands, who blinks out of
existence. Morrigan looks through the bag, seeing a small
earnings, but good for a small performance. He finds the note, and
turning towards the trees he uses his magic to open the note and
read it. It was a bit difficult because of just how tiny the note
was
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GM:
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> The crowd seems very pleased at the
performance and don't feel any sort of regret watching the giant
do his thing, regardless of if they donated or not. After a short
round of clapping, the humans begin to disperse slowly into the
camps
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Darkan:
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(Darkan will have had very little time
to write the note, so I doubt he could read much. It would request
Morrigan's assistance when he was free to look over ka'ben. )
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Morrigan:
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Because the note was so hastily
written and tiny, Morrigan started to mumble, and move his hands,
tracing symbols in front of him. With a sudden burst of arcane
energy, Morrigan quickly shrank down to the size of a human, but
still had a staff, mask, and his robes on. With his new size, it
was easier to read the note. He turned around searched for the
writer of the note
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* Ottomar the Smith stands hunched over at the
entrance to the moderately large roundhouse near the southern edge of
the trading post, staring across the field at the giant performer. It
was rather hard to keep up a proper rhythm for his hammer strikes with
all the noise and commotion outside, so the smith had decided to just
wait it out and watch the show for a while. With it ending so quickly
and with a bit of pleading for patronage, Ottomar sighs and returns to
his work, a gloved hand scratching his neck beneath his slightly
scorched red beard. The smoke rising from the center of the round hut
roof increases in volume as the sound of metal on metal resumes.
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GM:
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> The large Artisan recieved a
lukewarm reception when he initally arrived, people unsure of him
due to his unusually tall and broad build. However the clients for
his wares were in no short supply. Mostly adventurers making sure
their armour or weapons were in top shape for a mark ahead.
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GM:
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> By the present day, people referred
to Ottomar as the great big smithy down by the trees.
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* Darkan notices the mage looking around and
gives a nod, tilting hIs head towards the road where ka'ben was easily
visible. He was well aware the mage would probably be busy, but waited
for a response anyway.
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Morrigan:
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The mage, not being a particularly
busy kind, just getting money for some food and some lodging for
today, found the small kobold and met eyes, or at least the best
they could with how the mask blocked the mage's eyes from being
seen. He took his now properly sized staff and made his way to
Darkan.
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GM:
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> From outside Ottomar's roundhouse,
the familiar footfalls of a giant could be felt pounding towards
his hut. Though the open doors he can immediately see the sandaled
feet of one of the newcomers. The unarmed fighting Golian looking
over the hut and stopping to stare
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Morrigan:
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"You wanted to see me?" Morrigan said,
even at his reduced size looking down at the kobold
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* Ottomar the Smith sighs, setting down his
hammer once again and turning about to walk to the entrance. He stares
up at the giant, squinting a bit in the bright sunlight. "Yes, can I
help you?" The smith asks, arms crossed casually.
* Darkan nods, though looking up at the mage.
"Ya saw the big fella at the entrance right? Big fella been raised by
some mage who cast a bunch of spells on im. Can't seem to stop getting
bigger. He's asked me to help im find someone who might be able to stop
it, or get im down to normal lizan size. " The kobald says, trying to
speak clearly. "Not sure if its in your abilities, or if yer just into
flashy stuff, but I thought it couldn't hurt to ask right?"
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Valkan:
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> attention was broken when the
Artisan walked out of the hut and called up to him, peering down
by his massive feet. The man grinned wide and when took a step
back so he could kneel down closer to the demi-human, "Oh! Uh Hi!
I'm Valkan. I heard ya make weapons and stuff!"
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Morrigan:
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Morrigan turned his head to the exit
road and very easily saw the massive lizard. "Oh boy." Morrigan
sounded honestly surprised. He was used to giants, but seeing a
lizan of this size was unusual. The mage looked back down at
Darkan. "A very interesting problem you have here." he started to
walk over to the lizan, waving the kobold to walk with him. "I
can't do much, and any size changing magics i have aren't
permanant. It's a very interesting problem you have, and I have to
admit I'd love to know more"
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Darkan:
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Theres not much more to tell. I found
the big guy in the woods. Seems like he killed his master and
escaped. I've been teaching him how to talk and basic survival,
but if he keeps growin, we're gonna have issues later when the
only things he can eat are people and cattle.
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Ottomar the Smith:
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"Yeah, I'm the local smith for now. Or
at least the only one worth a damn. Do you need something forged?
I don't have enough material just laying around for someone your
size unless you just want a small dagger..." The smith glances
back over his shoulder into the hut. "...make that a
letter-opener."
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Valkan:
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> Tries to get down even lower,
hunkering down onto his hands and knees, his rugged face just
level with Ottomar's own, "I'd love t' have somethin' forged but I
do better with me fists and feet! But uh, I was curious cause ya a
lot bigger than the other lil folk here, are ya a lil Golian?"
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Morrigan:
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"Yeah, that would be a problem." he
said to the Kobold. Something within Morrigan pulled him towards
this problem. He smiled, having a small need to know the answer,
which would in turn empower his own spells. "Mmm, plan to stay
here long?
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Darkan:
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We just arrived this morning. But I
try keep him back from large gatherings. He only listens to me
sometimes. And he'll be getting hungry soon.
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Ottomar the Smith:
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Turning back around to speak to the
now eye-level giant, Ottomar shakes his head briefly. "No, just a
bit big. A grandmother's grandmother's grandmother slept with
something a bit big for her somewhere down the tree. Something
like that." He doesn't seem to be very interested in the topic, or
perhaps he's just being tight-lipped about it. "Helps with my work
anyways, or at least the parts that require upper body strength."
The smith shrugs. "So what brings you to the trade post, just more
curiosity?"
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Valkan:
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> Listened to the demi-human's brief
family history with interest, understanding some of it at least.
he wonders if there's something more to it, but when asked the
question he leans a little bit back, sitting on his legs, "Restin'
mostly. My lil friend said he saw giants like me around here a
week ago. I heard someone talkin' bout a giant guy who does forge
things so I thought I'd ask for 'im!"
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Morrigan:
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"Got it, mind if I travel with you
guys for a while? I can't help but think if you do find the
answer, I would definitely want to to know the answer too."
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Monroe is disconnected.
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Ottomar the Smith:
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He nods half-heartedly. "Well you've
found him, though that just raises the question of why you were
looking in the first place. Doesn't your kind normally stick to
the mountains?"
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Valkan:
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"Well uh", he paused, looking up into
the sky to think for a moment, "I was...I was training against
trees an' rocks! Punch, kick, stomp, throw stuff! But uh, my
friend came up and shouted me not to punch a wall or I'll get
hurt. Lucky he did though, a HUGE rock almost fell on me head, I'm
talkin' THIS big!" --
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Valkan:
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> Valkan gestures an empty space with
his hands, about as wide as Ottomar's roundhouse
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Darkan:
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(Hmm, too easy. Darkan is going to use
sense motive on morrigan)
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* Darkan rolls: 1d20 +9 => 10 + 9 = 19
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Morrigan:
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Bluff Check: 12
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Ottomar the Smith:
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"And that has to do with why you're
here how...?" The smith uncrosses his arms, one falling to his
side and the other to rest on the doorframe.
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Valkan:
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> Had to pause again when Ottomar
pointed out a hole in his story, "Ohh! Yeah uh...when he found me,
he said I'd fight better if I fought real folks, insteadda rocks
and trees. So I follow'im around looking to get better!"
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Morrigan:
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(You get the sense the Morrigan, while
not sinister in nature, would definitely enjoy learning spells
that would fix such a large creature. You sense that he's being
truthful about his own pursuits and is being upfront of about his
want for knowledge)
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Morrigan:
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(Sorry guys, gotta stop it here for
now)
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Valkan: (( You did good Riziigan! ))
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Ottomar the Smith:
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"I see. You'd probably fight better if
you had a weapon too but like I said, probably can't make one
you'd want to use right now. So who's your friend, then?" Ottomar
leans to the side a bit, trying to look around Valkan at the rest
of the camp.
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GM:
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Aside from the couple who owned a
stall on the far left, Valkan really was a great big obstacle
blocking nearly all his view from the doorway.
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Valkan:
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"His name's funny, it's like two names
in one. He's also got these cool looking floating things around
him, he calls them 'Disks'. Wanna see'em?"
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Ottomar the Smith:
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The smith stares over at the other
stall for a moment, thinking. "Sure. That sounds... interesting."
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Valkan: (( Darkan, wanna bump into Valkan and
Otto on their way to the giant camp? ))
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Darkan:
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(The disk magician thing?)
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Valkan: (( Yeah, although before they meet him
I mean. ))
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Valkan:
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> Pushes himself up to his feet and
starts striding around the path he originally took, making sure to
slow down for his little big friend to keep up
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Darkan:
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(Sure, morrigan will probably join
Ka'ben a lil later anyway)
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Darkan:
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*Darkan heads further into the market,
taking his tme as he wanders around.*
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Ottomar the Smith:
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Taking a moment to douse his forge and
close up the workshop, Ottomar follows the giant casually,
flicking a small ember off his shirt. "Is your friend a giant like
you, or smaller?"
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Valkan:
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> Walked in such a way that he could
thud along with Ottomar by his side, in such a cheery mood that is
mirrored by his quaking footsteps, "Actually, no! He's lil like
the other folk, smaller than you even! But he does 'ave a knack of
findin' bigguns like me though!"
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Ottomar the Smith:
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"Not exactly hard to spot them."
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GM:
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As Darkan skulks around, he soon
encounters another humoungous giant walking along with an
abnormally large human. it seems this whole place is full of
people of great size!
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Darkan:
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*Screeches to a halt as valkan
thunders past.* "Hey! Watch where yer walking!" He calls, yelling
up at the giant, his heart racing at another near miss*
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Valkan:
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> Stops sharply with a powerful
footfall upon hearing a little, high-pitched voice, he definitely
heard something except now he turns his head left and right to
find the source, "Huh?"
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Valkan:
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"DId ya say somethin?", he turns down
to Ottomar.
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Ottomar the Smith:
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He gestures towards the small kobold.
"You almost stepped on someone, try to watch your step more."
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Valkan:
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> Turns to face the kobold, looking
apologetic until, "Sorry mate I...whoa! Ya so tiny! Hahaha!"
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Darkan:
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"At least one of ya watches where he's
going. Mind keeping an eye on yer .... " The kobald does not look
very impressed and glares up at valkan with displeasure.
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Valkan:
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> "I gotta show Mark this. Lil guy,
wanna see my friend? He's got disks!"
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Ottomar the Smith:
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Ottomar looks away from the pair,
rubbing his bearded chin through a dirty leather glove. He was
more worried about the giant's safety than the kobolds to be
frank. It was a bit hard for things as big as Valkan to get a good
swing in on little things like Darkan.
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Valkan:
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> Continues to lead on, glancing down
at the Kobold every once in a while out of sheer curiosity
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Darkan:
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*Glances over at ottomar* Is he
normally this obnoxious?
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Ottomar the Smith:
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Ottomar shrugs, resuming his march. "I
don't know, we've only just met. Apparently his friend has some
sort of magic item he wants me to see. Hovering disks of some sort
or another."
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Darkan:
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*The kobald sighs, deciding to trail
along to see what all the fuss was about, though staying a
distance from valkan.*
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Valkan:
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> Continues to tread over towards the
part of the outpost where much, MUCH larger tents were being used
for the vertically-endowed members of the camp. He gives a big
wave down to a human-sized figure down speaking to a couple of
smaller giants wearing arabian outfits.
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Ottomar the Smith:
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Ottomar stares over as he makes his
way around the giant, looking for the 'disks' he was talking about.
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Disk Magician:
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> lifts their head up as they hear the
familiar sound of a giant's voice, "Valkan?", turning around, he
reveals to be a young man, about 5'10" tall wearing a blue and
yellow robe. Distinctively circular disks of some sort of magical
metal with glass lenses floated around his shoulders, with one
embedded in his chest
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Disk Magician:
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"Did you find anybody from my--Oh! Hey
there!", he distracts himself, walking over towards the large
demi-human. And as he moved, the disks followed, almost with
creature-like responsiveness
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Ottomar the Smith:
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The smith cocks his head to the side,
arms remaining crossed. He continues to stare at the disks, eyes
following them as the orbited the young man. "Interesting."
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Darkan:
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*As he edges around, he spies the
human, wondering if the man has some of the ioun stones like the
one he has*
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Disk Magician:
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"De ja vu, how do you do? My name is Mark
Jerry, though people sometimes call me the Disk Magician. You
look very familiar too, maybe... hmmm", he looked down in thought
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Ottomar the Smith:
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35
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GM:
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• On inspection, Darkan does not find
Ioun stones, they were somewhat larger and flat, glass lenses with
a metal edge.
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Ottomar the Smith:
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(magic item identification)
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Ottomar the Smith:
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(20+Caster Level DC)
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GM:
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Ottomar cannot recall specific items
of the type that orbit this human's body, though he can tell that
they were some sort of magical conduit of some kind. On closer
inspection, the glass lenses seemed layered within the rings that
housed them.
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GM:
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Additionally, the one attached to the
human's clothes seems similar in make to the ones floating freely.
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Mark Jerry:
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"I should probably stop being so
mystic about everything at this point. I'm here looking for giants
to join me on an adventure. Granted you're not /quite/ as large as
Valkan here or the Janni behindme but you must be special if I saw
you a week ago"
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Ottomar the Smith:
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"I've been here for about three weeks
so that's not really that remarkable." His arms remain crossed,
though his gaze shifts from the floating items to the person at
the center of them. "Are the disks for divination?"
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Mark Jerry:
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smiles and folds his arms across,
looking to the left and then the right as the disks around him.
There were five floating in all, two on either side and one
usually above or behind his head, "Among other things. I didn't
know you were here for a long while, my group only arrived here
today. By theway, is this any help to you?" --
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Mark Jerry:
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> from a pocket, the man pulls out a
scroll, handing it over to the giantish Artisian to look at.
Inside appeared to be some kind of mechanical contraption, one
only Ottomar would understand at a glance, "I was at a shop when I
came across this, the moment I touched it I had a vision of
someone like you. I was hoping I'd find you eventually."
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Darkan:
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Rolls 21
for sneaking
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Darkan:
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*Tries to examine one of the floating
items without mark noticing*
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GM:
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The Disks move in small unpredictable
ways, often spinning around on an axis but sometimes moving
different directions. One of the disks faces directly towards
Darkan and follows him around.
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Darkan:
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*Backs up a little, slightly weirded
out.*
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Valkan:
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"Told ya he was cool! He's always
having those, uh, Fussions."
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Ottomar the Smith:
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"Visions?" Ottomar asks idly, stepping
to the side to examine the scroll. He mutters to himself quietly.
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Mark Jerry:
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> finally notices the Kobold down in
the corner, "Oh? Who are you? I think you're very much the
opposite of a giant. Need anything?"
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Darkan:
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"Yer big buddy told me to follow.
While being kind of sizeist." *The kobald complained.*
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Ottomar the Smith:
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Glancing over at the mage, Ottomar
rolls his shoulders and carefully places the blueprints in his
heat-discolored vest. "Well, thank you for the gift. If you don't
mind I'm going to head back to my shop for now before anyone
steals anything, but I'll make my way over here to talk later."
The smith is very obviously more interested in having a look at
the scroll's contents alone than opening his shop back up again.
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Mark Jerry:
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"Ah, sorry about that little guy.
Valkan's a simple man but he means well. He only means whatever he
says in the best way. Unless of course you're his enemy and
then...well, let's say I tell him to wash off his own blood thank
you very much", he glances up at Valkan with a raised brow before
turning back
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Mark Jerry:
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> Turns to the Artisan, "I'd hope to
see you back soon too I--". Suddenly Mark stops mid-sentance, his
eyes shimmer blue, similarly to the energy of his disks. After a
moment he returns in slight daze, "Uh oh...does anybody happen to
know a couple of giants with robes and what seems to be a giant
monster around here?"
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Ottomar the Smith:
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The smith jabs a thumb towards where
the performance was taking place earlier. "Around that way
somewhere."
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Mark Jerry:
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> quickly darts around the lumbering
smithy, as his disks swoop in behind his path, "Valkan, there's
going to be a fight, get ready. Surok, watch our stuff"
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Darkan:
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"Monsters are kinda varied.....Wait,
where are ya going?"
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Oneirohero:
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That's all I have time for, and we'll
generally have to wait for Monroe and Riz to get back
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