Age of The End (D&D 5E) (IC)

[Sherwood]

Beorin says, "Well, if he can give me some sort of magic tattoo, I would just need to know how much it would cost. I am quite interested in this." He looks to the man, and taps his coin pouch.

 

[TyranntX]

Beorin says, "Well, if he can give me some sort of magic tattoo, I would just need to know how much it would cost. I am quite interested in this." He looks to the man, and taps his coin pouch.

He takes 25gp from your pouch, and offers you a drink that is a calming green in coloration as well as gestures you to an empty chair

 

[Sherwood]

Looking at the drink with a raised eyebrow, he takes the flask and downs a big swig of the liquid, then sits down in the seat.

Rolled a Con save already.

 

[TyranntX]

Looking at the drink with a raised eyebrow, he takes the flask and downs a big swig of the liquid, then sits down in the seat.

Make a Constitution Save

 

[Psychie]

Shalia blushes back noticing from seeing the blush on the elf's face and from hearing the complement. Shalia wonders if the magic water that splashed her somehow made her more attractive since other woman are actually responding positively to her flirting instead of the normal rejections she receives from women she attempts to flirt with. She slowly moves herself closer to the elf and then slowly makes an attempt at kissing her check.

Out of the corner of her eye, Athaclenna sees Shalia come in closer to her, and her eyes go wide, but she doesn't move. As the kiss lands on her cheek, the elf blushes even more, and her hand comes up slowly to touch the spot on her face with a look of amazement. "Oh, my." She then slowly lifts her head up and looks over at Shalia. "That was the first time someone has ever done that to me, besides my family."

 

[TyranntX]

Looking at the drink with a raised eyebrow, he takes the flask and downs a big swig of the liquid, then sits down in the seat.

Rolled a Con save already.

You feel a bit drowsy, and your sense of touch has been dulled. the man begins to work on your tattoo immediately

 

[Sherwood]

The dwarf leans back in the seat and lets out a low whistle. "Oh, that's some gooooood stuff."

 

[TyranntX]

The dwarf leans back in the seat and lets out a low whistle. "Oh, that's some gooooood stuff."

After he finishes with you, he gestures to the tiefling. DuckPrince

Sherwood you feel needlessly happy for some reason (+2 on diplomacy checks, but only if you try to befriend and hug the target (your tattoo is a hot pink kitten in a tea cup))

 

[Ilikepie]

Out of the corner of her eye, Athaclenna sees Shalia come in closer to her, and her eyes go wide, but she doesn't move. As the kiss lands on her cheek, the elf blushes even more, and her hand comes up slowly to touch the spot on her face with a look of amazement. "Oh, my." She then slowly lifts her head up and looks over at Shalia. "That was the first time someone has ever done that to me, besides my family."

Shalia has a took of complete shock on her face from hearing that this beautiful adult elf woman has never been kissed before. "That's surprising, I would have thought that a woman like yourself would have been kissed by at least one interested man or woman before." Shalia pauses unsure what do about this new information.

 

[Psychie]

Shalia has a took of complete shock on her face from hearing that this beautiful adult elf woman has never been kissed before. "That's surprising, I would have thought that a woman like yourself would have been kissed by at least one interested man or woman before." Shalia pauses unsure what do about this new information.

Athaclenna closes her eyes, and says, "I have spent most of my life in the service of Saiama in her temple. There was little time for . . . that kind of thing. It is a very sheltered life, but I was very happy there. It wasn't until I had a vision, saying it was time for me to leave the safety of the temple that I left."

 

[Sherwood]

Sherwood you feel needlessly happy for some reason (+2 on diplomacy checks, but only if you try to befriend and hug the target (your tattoo is a hot pink kitten in a tea cup))

The somewhat fuzzy-headed dwarf looks down at his new tattoo and laughs, obviously in a good mood. "Well, it is certainly unique, is it not?"

 

[Ilikepie]

Athaclenna closes her eyes, and says, "I have spent most of my life in the service of Saiama in her temple. There was little time for . . . that kind of thing. It is a very sheltered life, but I was very happy there. It wasn't until I had a vision, saying it was time for me to leave the safety of the temple that I left."

Shalia glances towards the jungle and says, "I'm not sure what it's like at temple since I have never been to one before, but I have had more own problems finding women to love. I have been rejected more times I would care to admit and have never stayed with any one woman long and might not have the best understanding on how relationships are supposed to work." She looks back towards Athaclenna. "But if you would like to explore the wonders of the female body tonight I would be more than happy to help you."

 

[DuckPrince]

After he finishes with you, he gestures to the tiefling. DuckPrince

Sherwood you feel needlessly happy for some reason (+2 on diplomacy checks, but only if you try to befriend and hug the target (your tattoo is a hot pink kitten in a tea cup))

Kalvienne just watched the artist work his magic, making the intense tattoo. He laughed a bit to himself at Beorin acceptance of it. "Hopefully you feel the same once that liquid wears off." He said before he looked back to the man. He offered his pouch of hold for him to take as much as he needed while explaining what he wanted, in hopes that he would be understood. A snake, with its tail at his left hip, going up across his back to his right shoulder and curling so the head was between his collar bones. He didn't mind sitting for hours if that's what it took.

 

[Psychie]

Shalia glances towards the jungle and says, "I'm not sure what it's like at temple since I have never been to one before, but I have had more own problems finding women to love. I have been rejected more times I would care to admit and have never stayed with any one woman long and might not have the best understanding on how relationships are supposed to work." She looks back towards Athaclenna. "But if you would like to explore the wonders of the female body tonight I would be more than happy to help you."

Athaclenna looks at Shalia in confusion. "Why would someone reject you? You are beautiful and kind." She then hears the next part of the conversation, and her face once more erupts in red, and she begins to stammer. "Uh. Oh my. I've never done anything like that before."

 

[Ilikepie]

Athaclenna looks at Shalia in confusion. "Why would someone reject you? You are beautiful and kind." She then hears the next part of the conversation, and her face once more erupts in red, and she begins to stammer. "Uh. Oh my. I've never done anything like that before."

Shalia blushes at the complement. "Sadly not all women are interested in pursuing relationships with other woman and for some reason that I am unable to understand prefer men." Shalia finds the stammering and blushing elf to be very attractive and she feels her heart beating a bit faster at the possibility of what could happen later that night. "Don't worry about that, I can teach you how it's done. So what do you say? My bed or yours?"

 

[Pumpkin Spice Cyanide]

Evora had taken quite a bit of time rounding up what meat could be used from the wyverns and discarding most of the viscera, save for the hearts.

Even dead, skinned and partially dismembered, the creatures had her gripped with fear. She used anything she could to avoid touching the mess as she moved the meat into a sack.

She ran, awkwardly carrying the gore to the wagon.
In the carriage she wrapped it all in some parchment and then placed it back into the sack. She attacked the sack to a nearby broom handle and carried it that way on her way back she would need to find a place to trim, debone and clean it before anything could be done with it.

Evora returned to the rest of the group still wet and now a bit dirty and started cleaning up.
It looked like the ship's deck hadn't been holystoned in some time so she forwent the mopping and simply swept the waste overboard.

Eventually, Evora finished her almost painfully unpleasant task. She hadn't seen any easy means to clean up on a the ship, so she figured she would have to take a bird bath with the drinking water later.

Looking as if she had seen a ghost, Evora returned to her master's side, meatsack held out away from her. She set it by him and knelt down idly as he worked on the pelt before finally speaking up.

"The deck is clear of wy-wyvern remains, Master Toryk." She stammered some, even the word created a knot in her stomach. She was convinced the task was meant as a punishment. "I beg your forgiveness for my cowardice." She pleaded, bringing her head down to meet the deck, her horns making a light tap against the wood. "And I accept any and all punishment you deem necessary."

Despite the intent behind whatever he thought up would be for her tribulation, she anticipated pleasure in being able to redeem herself some. She hated to disappoint, in the very least she could find solace in Toryk taking out his irritation and disappointment on her.

D. Rex

 

[Felis]

Toryk turned his attention back to the work on the hide. "Leashed ones." He explained idly. "Chattel. Livestock. Slaves. She be but secondhand property."

"You see the trade often on the waters. Figured i'd keep her when i raided a slave vessel rather than sell her. Aye, sometimes she makes me wish I'd have left her chained up in there when we scuttled the ship."

He chuckled drily. "Now, that is something that leaves a bad taste in my mouth." He commented, waggling the dagger he was holding to accentuate his displeasure with that. Slavery was never good. After finishing up with the hide he was tending to, he stood up. "I think I will go have a stroll.. until later, miss, fuzzy one." He dipped his head to them with a swish of his long blue tail before he walked off to explore a bit.

Diella frowns slightly at Toryk's offhanded remarks, then gives a nod at Kalvienne leaving. She can sympathize with his reaction. Differences in worldviews or not, though, she'd hate to leave in the middle of a task, so Diella stays, but looks up and turns to Toryk after a while. "No matter your... relationship, Evora is a person, too. Please do try to respect that."

Though Diella dislikes the concept of slavery, too, she feels ill-equipped to argue about larger societal problems. As someone who has conversed with animals before, where is she even supposed to draw the line if she starts talking about one being claiming ownership of another? Showing some manner of kindness (or at least common courtesy) to others hasn't killed anyone before, however, as far as she can tell.

Thus, when Evora returns and reports on her progress, Diella quickly speaks up, "Thank you so much for your hard work. And don't think anything of it; I'm certain you've been doing your best." She looks back at Toryk with an expectant smile and a small, encouraging nod. Sometimes, all that people needed was a slight nudge in the right direction.

Pumpkin Spice Cyanide

 

[dr xenon]

Still a bit muzzy-headed, Vrail looks at his tattoo again and the work the artist is doing...

OOC:
Arcana check +1 = 20

 

[TyranntX]

Kalvienne just watched the artist work his magic, making the intense tattoo. He laughed a bit to himself at Beorin acceptance of it. "Hopefully you feel the same once that liquid wears off." He said before he looked back to the man. He offered his pouch of hold for him to take as much as he needed while explaining what he wanted, in hopes that he would be understood. A snake, with its tail at his left hip, going up across his back to his right shoulder and curling so the head was between his collar bones. He didn't mind sitting for hours if that's what it took.

You pass out, and the man begins to work on your tattoo.

Still a bit muzzy-headed, Vrail looks at his tattoo again and the work the artist is doing...

OOC:
Arcana check +1 = 20

There's a potent magic seeping into your skin, and it's coming from your tattoo

 

[dr xenon]

There's a potent magic seeping into your skin, and it's coming from your tattoo

Nodding in appreciation Vrail looks more at what the artist did to represent Armadonn. Then he reaches into his pouch and puts another 10 GP on the table for the artist, pointing at his tattoo and saying, "Very good work."

He leans back on his tail, using it as a third leg again, as he watches the artist at work on Kalvin.

Maybe it's the drug still at work, but he starts to snicker and shake in an out of character manner - at least so far as anyone has seen yet. He leans over to Beorin ans whispers into his ear.

Spoiler: Beorin

"Should I have the artist work "Kiss me" in Orc into Kalvin's tattoo?"

He leans back with a manic gleam in his eye.

DuckPrince , Sherwood

 

[Sherwood]

Beorin chuckles. "No, mate. Lets not do that. it could cause plenty of trouble. Funny idea, though!"

 

[dr xenon]

"Bah! You're right, of course!" Vrail laughs back. "We should wait until we know him better for such a clutch-mate prank."

DuckPrince , Sherwood

 

[TyranntX]

DuckPrince the man finishes your tatto, but since you aren't even conscious you are unaware of its effects for now. The man moves you aside for anyone else that may want a tattoo

 

[DuckPrince]

Attempting a con save to wake up from the magic pain juice.

 

[dr xenon]

Vrail gently picks up the sleeping Tiefling like he weighs next to nothing and settles him into a comfortable position.

DuckPrince