Tales of Faerun

[GrueMaster]

Tak'we had wandered back downstairs soon after finishing the platter of food he had taken, having seen Ianthe drag Rhaine downstairs rather forcibly, much to his surprise. Why iss pointy-ear dragging winged pointy-ear? Curious, the pink thri-kreen sauntered after them, and discovered everyone was beginning to share stories, so he eagerly sat down to hear more of his clutchmates.

 

"Thiss remindss Tak'we of the nightss where sagass were shared by the druidss of thisss one'ss people." TCKTCK!* "Although..." he paused as he looked down at the strange drink that was handed to him. "I do not remember drinkss like these... what iss it?" Tentatively, he sipped at the hot liquid, and greatly enjoyed the flavor of it, much to his surprise. *WEEE!* Wanting more of the strange drink, the thri-kreen took two more mugs and sipped away at the first as he listened attentively to the others.

 

Dri, still avoiding Aurora, quietly took a mug of cocoa and listened as Weyland shared his story. Knowing most of it already, she had a very solemn look on her face, though she was open-mouthed at the mention of how many others there were. "You were the absolute only one? Oh my... sorry to hear that... but at least you made it, right?" Suddenly reminded of her own story, Dri fell silent, lost in thought and barely heard part of what Tannin said.

 

Tak'we gave a saddened chitter at Weyland's tale. "That iss truly sad, Weyland. Thiss one knowss what it iss like to be a slave asss a hatchling." Not wanting to speak further of such sad things, Tak'we became quiet and listened to Tannin, which induced begrudging feelings in the thri-kreen, especially when Nawen agreed with Tannin. "Tak'we doess not like being different... I liked having chitin the color of the shifting sandss..."

 

Mentioning the sands of his homeland and the mishap with magic reminded Tak'we of his brother, surprisingly, and began telling one of his tales. "Thiss one remembers when I and my clutch-brother tried sneaking into another clutche's camp. What we didn't quite know was that they had slightly different chitin than we, which we found out after we had already sneaked in, so we had to flee. The spirits, sadly, did not favor us that day. The other clutch happened to have a-- what do softskinss call them? A camool? Whatever they are called, Che'Tak did not see it and tripped... right into its excrement!" *WEEEE-SSS-SSS-SSS! WEEE- SSS-SS!*

 

The thri-kreen kept laughing heartily, shaking so much he nearly spilled some of the hot drink in his hands. "We were so terrified," *Sss-ss-ss!* "though, we forgot to clean it off, so when we got back, our clutch-mother was so angry with usss." *WEE-SS-SS-SS!* "She made us go for nearly half a moon before letting Che'Tak clean himself off, and made us both clean up after the animalss assss well."

 

Still chuckling, Tak'we looked at Tannin and Nawen. "He managed to blend in with the other clutch after that, though, I do not think it was quite in the way we wanted..." *Ss-ss-ss.*

 

 

After the pink insectoid stopped talking, Tenebris merely shrugged where he sat. "I really don't have much to share in the way of stories, beyond the occasional prank done to the elders of the church where us acolytes switched the death logs around on occasion." The half-vampire gave a smirk as he reminisced of red-faced priests cursing as they tried to sort out the subtle "mistakes" that were "discovered." "Ah, those were some fun times..."

Edited March 11, 2014 by GrueMaster

[Brutii]

Daud smirked at the thought of a man turning bright blue "The expression on his face must have been worth a fortune." He said, nodding slightly. He would have paid the last of his coin to see that, such a thing is terrible, yes, but that didn't make it any less funny. Besides, who really cared what colour skin they had? It meant nothing in the end. Better just to hide it all away anyway.

He shot a glance to Tenebris, suddenly alarmed by the 'pranks' that he supposedly had pulled. He didn't quite like the idea of his life possibly being used in a prank of some sort.

He considered whether to share a story of his own, but laid the idea to rest quickly. He has just met these people, he shouldn't be quick to trust them with anything, even if it was just a snippet from his past. He turned his head, looking down at the floor. This was an interesting group he had landed himself with. It was filled with unusual individuals and its task was also unusual, he supposed.

He looked up quickly, running his eyes over the group again. Yes, very odd.

[AurianaValoria1]

Rhaine smiled broadly when Tannin finished telling his tale, "Misfortune sometimes turns out to be a good thing in the end, oddly enough." At Shalena's accompanying remark, the Doomguide laughed and added, "And sometimes not. Poor man."

 

When Tak'we shared his own story, Zorica shook her head and tried not to snort at the barbarity of his mother's treatment. Then again, she was completely ignorant of the ways of his kind, and thus she was not in too good of a position to criticize. Instead she tried to perpetuate the levity of the conversation by offhandedly teasing the blonde girl's partner, "So what about you? Spell backfire on you, too? Or is your snowy complexion the result of good genes, as they say?"

[Deleted6317247User]

When Tak'we began sharing his story, Shalena, while still listening got up from her seat and bought some bottles of wine in case they'll run out of hot cocoa, and returned back to her seat. "You know," the pirate said, "I used to do the same thing as your clutch-mother to my crew. Taught them how to stay clean...er."

 

Nawen who was now sitting by the table closest to the fireplace with her back against the table's leg and with Rhegar sleeping beside her listened closely to Tak'we's story. While it seemed like a rather mean punishment she couldn't help but chuckle, and thri-kreen's heartily laughter didn't help much either.

[spyro1201]

Still with a glaring expression, Carter swiped his hat off of Hexol's head and put it back on his own head. "Please...don't do that..." - he sighed.

 

The tiefling then turned to the drow.

 

"M-me? I happened to be here, and I h-heard someone mentioning Shaar. I wanted to ask if any of you could give me directions.I was told it was south of here, but I wanted to make sure, then you all started with your stories and such, so I figured I'd wait. It'd be rude to interrupt."

[tokyobiohazard]

Arva smiled at Zorica, flashing his teeth, "I wish it were that extravagant, but no. I was just born this color. It's called albinism. None of my skin or hair or anything has pigments. I'm very sensitive to the sun and burn quite easily, but I can never tan. That made crossing the desert quite taxing for me."

[josh900]

"Well I'm certainly glad it happened that's for sure." Tannin said with a smile. "Made my life much easier." He said taking a sip of his hot cocoa. "So seeing how we're all telling stories, I think I'd like to hear one from you Nawen. You don't talk about yourself a lot, what'd you do before joining up with Rhaine here?"

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Not realizing that he had taken Ador's hat he looked at the Tiefling with a quizzed look, wondering how the hat had ended up on his head, and more importantly, how it looked on him.

Edited March 13, 2014 by josh900

[Deleted6317247User]

"Hmm... I was hoping for another spell failure." Shalena said when Arva shared his story. She glanced curiously at Nawen when Tannin asked about what she did before.

 

Nawen nearly chocked on her drink when she heard Tannin's question. "My turn already?" She thought as she placed the cup back on the table. "I'd much rather hear what you did before joining us." She said with the light smile on her face.

 

"I'm afraid it's not very interesting," Nawen said as she took a deep breath as she was about to say the longest speech in her life, "I worked as a scout for hire in the Sword Coast. Most of the jobs were really uneventful, but there were exceptions. My first job was to lead a wizard and his students to some ancient ruins but-" she paused, "it didn't end well. My guardian was all too pleased to remind me this." She said bitterly.

 

"During the war with the King of Shadows," she continued, "I helped to lead the people of Neverwinter to Port Llast. After that I stopped in one village to rest and a bunch of drow attacked, and after that I stopped scouting for a few months, and when I felt well enough to scout again I started working again and did so until I met Rhaine in Waterdeep."

 

When she was done talking, Shalena opened a bottle of wine and placed it on the floor so everyone could reach it. "That's it? And what do you mean by: felt well enough to scout again?"

 

"There are more stories, but I don't want to bore anyone with them," Nawen replied, "as for the second question, I helped the villagers to fight the drow, but in the end they still thought I was one of them. If it weren't for the priests of Ilmater, I'd probably be dead or worse. I spent a few weeks recovering in their temple and when stayed stayed to help them." She explained.

 

The pirate stared at the drow for a few moments before glancing at Rhaine. "Since everyone are sharing their stories how about our leader?" She asked. "Any embarrassing moments? Love stories?"

[AurianaValoria1]

"Well that sounds rather inconvenient," Zorica remarked to Arva as Sir Meowsalot hopped back up onto her lap. When Nawen finished her tale, the half-drow grimaced, "It is sad that those villagers could not see past your race...realize that you helped them out of goodness, not for your own advantage. But people will see what they want to see, always."

 

"That is an unfortunate fact, sister," Rhaine agreed, her lips a hard line. Then, to Nawen, she added with a gentle smile, "Your stories won't bore us, I assure you. Yet, if you do not wish to share more, I'm certain we'll all understand."

 

The Doomguide took a sip of her cocoa right as Shalena posed her inquiry, and she nearly choked on it when the pirate got to the "love stories" part. Coughing, Rhaine replied, "Ah...sorry to disappoint you. No love stories from me, I'm afraid."

 

After a few moments, she added, "Although, I've had two men profess their love for me in the past: a paladin twice my age and a hagspawn. I rejected them both. I...I just never had the same feelings for them as they, apperently, did for me. They were comrades and allies, yes. But I never loved them."

 

The half-elf looked down into her cup, her eyes distant, "The paladin is dead, now. He was hanged by Luskan whilst I was...away from the Sword Coast for a time. Neverwinter did nothing at all to help him. Just one of the many reasons I finally severed my ties with that city."

 

Sighing heavily, she continued, "On a different note...I know you're likely thinking the hagspawn had to have been nothing more than a hideous monster, and how it must have been downright horrifying for him to say such things to me. Quite the contrary; his striking looks contributed greatly to his mountainous ego that not even the most creative insult could diminish. It is odd to think about, but he was the most handsome of his kind...and he never failed to mention this whenever he could get a word in edgewise. A dreamwalker, he was, as well. He helped me on my first journeys through the mind."

The Doomguide glanced off into an empty corner, "I do not know where he is now. Probably still somewhere in a secluded, spirit-filled glade, pretending that the gods don't exist." She chuckled, "Some people will never change. Reminds me of someone..."

 

She trailed and fell silent, setting her empty mug beside her and staring into the flickering flames of the fireplace. This was at least the second time that her love life - or, rather, the lack thereof - had come up with one or more members of the party. It made her slightly uncomfortable, and she occasionally wondered if she did not appear like an unfeeling automaton. But her words were honest; she had yet to love anyone.

 

Sometimes, it was hard not to think that such things might not be meant for her...

Edited March 13, 2014 by AurianaValoria1

[Brutii]

Daud grimaced, it seemed nobody had good to share, it was all rather sad and morbid. He took a few moments and spoke "People are short sighted, I am sorry to hear about the villagers." He turned his head to Rhaine as she spoke.

"Your stories are sad." He stated simply, pushing off the wall and moving to a chair before sitting down in it "I think you'd be hard pressed to find people with worse luck anywhere in Faerun." He ran his hands over an empty glass on a table beside him, and called for the barkeep, asking to be brought a drink. He'd pay for it somehow, and it had been too long since he had drunk anything good. "Who is next then?" His voice was slightly cheerful, even if the stories were not exactly the most pleasant it felt good to hear them being told. The barkeep placed his drink down on the table beside him and asked for payment. Daud gave him a few coins, apparently too few for the barkeep began to complain. Daud stared him down and, after a few moments of tension, managed to fish out a few more coins and hand them over with a mumble that could barely be caught as 'Daylight robbery'