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Instruments of Fate (Batman)
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Instruments of Fate (With Pulp)
Anwen stepped back and rubbed her hands together. She turned to the captain and blinked, pausing a second. "Oh, uh, no? I have the ability to see in the dark, albeit in blacks and greys. There is a gear and metal rope system here, though. You're most likely considerably stronger than me if you would like to pull on it to open the door. I will look for a source of light for you in the mean time. . ," she trailed out, turning slowly to look for a light.
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@Henry, ((You are also welcome to do so, once you step inside))
((I rolled a Nat 20+3!)) The captain nods and hands you the match before pulling in a pair of leather gloves. He then grabs the cable and pulls the door open. He lets out what sounds like more of a growl than a voice. "Alright, come on in Mr. Henry. Door's open wide." He holds it about five seconds longer, pulling it a bit to pull the slack out again to give you more time, before he lets it go and flexes his sore back muscles.
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((Rolled a 4+2=6))
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(( 2+2 perception if i need it.))
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((I was looking for some light source?))
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Anwen followed along, biting her tongue. She resisted the urge to scurry ahead, knowing if there was danger, she would not be able to handle it. Strange as it was, Anwen had felt her tie to the celestial plane become weak with her use of the Identify spell. It was still there, allowing her to cast her weaker spells, but nothing more. She walked halfway across the dock, not allowing her feet to get wet. Anwen squinted her eyes and huffed. “There’s a boat tied at the other side. So unless someone feels like swimming, the bartender cannot be followed. Oh drat,” she stomped her foot before scurrying back out of fear of breaking the dock. “Oh dear oh dear. Terrible upkeep.”
Anwen looked back at the pair, pursing her lips in a frown. She blinked at the paladin before looking completely shocked. “Oh I’m so sorry! You’re hurt! Here, take this,” she handed him the health potion. “Minor health potion. Should perk you up a bit. And I am Anwen. Traceling bard with a damgerous sense of adventure.”
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Anwen had been confused for a moment until his explanation of worse injuries clicked. She nodded in sympathetic understanding before blinking in surprise at his comment on her looks. Anwen quickly replaced her surprise with a smile and a nod, taking his hand for the shake. “A paladin! I thought as much when you knelt in prayer. Oh. Speaking of that, may I have my earmuffs back? They were quite expensive for the location,” Anwen commented casually, pleased to finally have a name to the face.
“I don’t think I know your name?” Anwen turned to the captain.
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((May I also roll Investigation?))
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Anwen took her earmuffs back and put them her bag as she turned back to the lake. She frowned slightly, taking a moment to understand the jokes were jokes, when she noticed the bubbles and pale shape. “It appears the lake is inhabited,” Anwen announced after clearing her throat. “So swimming is certainly out of the question. I would assume that the creature is warded off somehow or knows not to attack certain individuals when crossing in the boat so that is also a risk. As much as I would hate to turn back, that may be the ideal choice at the moment.”
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The common room of The Siren's Song is in a state of disarray. The waitress is kneeling over the pianist, still lying unconscious where you left him. She is dabbing blood from his cheek with a damp dishrag. She glares at you venomously, but continues to coo soothing words to the man. His bench is toppled to one side of him, a leg broken off.. The three merchants are standing in the center of the space, having fully turned to stone. The card player is gone and only a single card remains face-down on the table. The novelist and navyman are standing next to the open doorway, where the door lays in pieces just outside the frame. They are staring openly at a bustling port city enjoying the sunny afternoon.
“I would hope you wouldn’t want to drown any day,” Anwen commented as she followed them up the stairs. Anwen frowned at the mess. She clenched her hands into fists for a moment before taking a deep breath and relaxing them. “Neither of you would know how to help the poor trio of stone, would you?”
Anwen slowly walked up to the petrified patrons and gently touch them, hoping to somehow find a solution but she doubted she could help. Even if healing magic worked, she could only help one.
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Anwen seemed unfazed by his comment, soon nodding. “Can’t imagine why she wouldn’t like you,” she smirked with a small laugh. “It’s not like you broke or attacked anything.”Anwen straightened out her cloak before cautiously walking over to the waitress. “Um, excuse me, I have some very basic healing magic that will help your friend. If you’ll allow me,” Anwen spoke softly and gently. She kept her posture open and small, not wanting to appear threatening in any way.
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@Henry, Matthias begins muttering to himself and it takes you a second to realize he's trying to recall fragments of old fairytales for a solution to the stone men. "My grandmother used to tell me stories as a child. I admit I never put any stock into much, if any, of it, but there's a few tidbits coming to the surface. Maybe if I could buy a book of fairy stories or something? There's a shop a block or so down from here, if memory still serves." He scratches his forehead and manages a sardonic smirk. ((A few ideas: You can roll Arcana to think of a solution, you could look around, or you could go shopping.))
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@Henry, You don't know much about magic, but you've heard of spells that can restore a person from diseases and other magical effects, as well as those that can negate the latter. Also, maybe something about mandrakes?
Anwen gently hovered her hands on the man’s head and muttered a godless prayer in a Celestial. A gentle light shown from her hands, enveloping the wound in otherworldly light. It only healed a little (+1) but it was something. Anwen sat back on her heals with a slight huff before turning to the scared and confused waitress. “Oh my dear, I am very sorry. You see, I am able to cast a spell that allows me to see magic at work. The drinks had a Transmutation spell in them, most likely to turn the patrons into stone, the music had Enchantment magic to convince people to drink, while the piano itself held Dunamancy magic, conflicting with time itself.
“Considering the pianist was using the piano, I messed up the piano to stop the music and he immediately went on the attack. I’m very for the distress this caused you.”
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Matthias nods. "Take a right up the street." As he turns to leave he calls to Anwen. "We're going shopping. Care to join us?"
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((I can post after a movie, my character plans to stay with the waitress. And don’t worry. I know. We’re level one. Can’t be too daring yet. XD))
Anwen took a deep breath and spoke gently, answering one question after another the best she could. “I am shocked too that there was that magic at once. But it does work. The transmutation was most likely a simple spell cast on the drinks in bulk or was due to the ingredients.
“The time magic from piano’s working itself while enchantment from the player.
“Chances are you were put under similar effects of the spell to keep you here. I am afraid I do not know who Rupert is. If he is the bartender, then he had a chest behind the counter of ingredients and potions. So he is most likely more of an alchemist than anything. He did make a run for it when the fight started.
“Why they were doing this, I do not know but I hope to find out. They were most likely working together, considering how well orchestrated this was.
“As to how long you uave been here, what day is it, last you knew?”
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@Anwen, The waitress rubbed her forehead. "Rupert... Rupert was the bartender, yes. He... he hired me... Well, I guess it was a year and a half ago from the last date I remember, which was Satyrsday? The twenty-third day of the ninth month?" You remember it being Friarsday, the twenty-sixth day of the seventh month.
((How many months is in a year?What genre of names?))
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Days of the week are Sunsday, Moonsday, Twinsday, Windsday, Towersday, Friarsday, and Satyrsday.
Currently months are just numbered, unless I can think of something clever and intuitive for them. I was considering calling September Harvest-tide.))
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Anwen gently took the waitress’ hands, hoping to help ground her. “It has been over ten months from that day,” she spoke calmly. “Is there anyone I can help you contact? Can help you find? Anything I can answer for you?”A victim waitress, a dastardly pair of pianist and bartender. At least she is innocent, I guess. Just. . . such a high cost for a mortal.
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@Henry, Matthias leads you to a row of shops--- really just one big building divided into six rooms separated by plaster walls. The fronts of the facades are mostly glass reinforced with painted lead window panes, with a glass door, and etched with the shop's name in fancy gold-leafed letters. Shelves are built directly opposite, so the wares are visible even outside. Adelaide Claremont's Floristry and Herbology Shoppe in green, Madame Winona's Horoscopes and Fortunes in magenta, Dr. Y's Chemistry in yellow-green, The Clothes Minded Habadashery and Clothier in orange, Buy the Books in red, and The Precocious Pixie Perfumery in lavender.
@Anwen, The captain slips sideways through the small opening, and seconds later the door closes, behind him. casting the room in darkness. He quickly pulls a match from his pocket and strikes it against a stone wall. "Got a torch or a lantern, Miss Anwen? Preferably the latter?"