2. The Friendly Arm Inn

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Jan 24, 2024 11:00 pm
Ida moves herself closer to Stephan here eyes alight with interest "The composition and visual arrangement of magic is completely different from what I know. This is really quite fascinating! Clerics are chosen and our magic is divinely granted, but the possibilities of learning and sharing spells is incredible." Ida turns with equal parts awe and enthusiasm to look up at Stephan "I bet there would be more information on classifications of magic at the library. We should go together."
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Jan 24, 2024 11:03 pm
Koveras' eyes search the ceiling. He starts to speak several times, but falls silent. Finally: "I am sorry."

He sighs and his shoulders relax. "I was the one who broached the subject. Everything before then was fine." He nods. "A new beginning, as the friends we should have been starting in Candlekeep."

The half-orc puts his elbows on the table and laces his fingers together, peering at Aiwe over them. He almost seems a different person from moments before, casual rather than upset. "If you don't mind, Shelur, I'd be interested in hearing how you first became a musician. Is that a tale you'd care to tell? I can order us some of Bentley's fried potato slices."


(Insight: It's almost uncanny how quickly he's changed perspectives. Either Aiwe's not the only one good at putting on a face, or Koveras takes things quite literally. Perhaps a bit of both.)
Jan 25, 2024 12:31 am
Growing up with Rieltar must have necessitated the ability to put on a face and put painful things away. Aiwë hopes the face he has on will become true, if it isn't now. Same as she hopes for the face she wears—the one that convinced him all was fine before he made his grave-side plea.

He hasn't seen her, but has she seen him? There's room for improvement both places.

"There's not really a story," she begins with a smile, waving a server over. "Khanna says I was a drummer in the womb..."
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Jan 25, 2024 1:50 am
Stella walks in, scratching some notes in her book, almost running right into another patron. "Ah! Pardon me..."

Before she looks back down at her book, she notices Dieter in his gloomy corner, eyes shifting this way and that before he fidgets, breathes deep, and relaxes. She hesitates for a bit, debating whether to talk to him, then eventually walks over and takes a seat, sitting quietly and looking around at the dim lightning. It seemed she wasn't the only one who found a bit of solace in darkness.

He seemed deep in thought...should she...say something? Or just let him think? She opts to stay quiet and do the latter, hoping she wasn't interrupting.
Jan 25, 2024 2:15 am
Dieter sinks deeply into his own mind. Into the memories his past has forbidden him.

Prepared for the worst, he finds himself in…


… a kitchen.

"Why Dieter, you’ve barely touched your food. What’s the matter, my child?"

The speaker is a pretty, kind-faced woman. She looks to be in her early 30s, with her blonde hair tied back and wearing an elegant if simple blue dress.

She gestures to a plate on the small table in front of Dieter, and he realizes he’s sitting in a chair. On the plate is a small pile of cooked beans, a piece of bread, and two small, shriveled carrots.

"Your father will be home soon. Don’t you want to show him how good of an eater you are?"
Jan 25, 2024 2:22 am
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"I bet there would be more information on classifications of magic at the library. We should go together."
Stephan sits up excitedly. "That's a great idea! I bet ol' Bentley's got at least a few shelves of books somewhere around here."

And indeed, the gnome proprietor does. In fact, he's got quite the reading room set up, with a half-dozen bookshelves stuffed with books old and new.
Jan 25, 2024 4:59 am
"mama?" Dieter ask

Father

Dieter looks at the door excitedly then back at his mother "mama I missed you"

Using his fork he puts one of the shrivelled carrots in his mouth.
Jan 25, 2024 4:59 am
Ida enjoys her time in the library looking through different books and listening to Stephan point out things from his limited arcane knowledge. "There are so many schools of magic! I had no idea that they branched in so many directions." Ida pulls another book from the shelves and looks up at Stephan "I’m sure someone at the temple could find you an amazing teacher in your home town if you continue to study the arcane. Im sure you miss your parents dearly after being away for so long." Her eyes move back to the pages of the book in front of her with diagrams and words she doesn’t understand "Has it always been your dream to learn of the art of magic?"
Jan 25, 2024 6:21 am
"Ida, there you are!" Stella enters the reading room and glances between her and Stephan and smiles. "Hi Stephan. Studying each other?" Her eyes widen. "W-with! Studying with each other!" She clears her throat awkwardly.

"Um. Anyways! Sorry to interupt. Ida. I have a favor to ask. You know the smithy in Beregost, Taerom? Can you cast Sending to him?" She hands her a scrap of paper. "I...wrote out what I wanted to ask him."

Taerom, Stella wishes you well and asks how rebuilding the smithy and creating the antidote are going. May the stars shine upon you.
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Jan 25, 2024 3:32 pm
"There, that's better!" She leans down to give Dieter a kiss on the forehead. "You're going to grow big and strong like your father."

Just before her lips reach him, there's an instant of seeing the kitchen through different eyes. It's dark, cold. His mother is withered boned and ash, with gray eyes that flicker like flame.

And then the terrifying moment is gone. His mother's kiss is warm and familiar. This sensation, this memory, opens a tender hole within Dieter, one he had buried long ago...

Sweet laughter rings through the kitchen, and suddenly there is a young girl in a chair beside him. Her golden curls bounce as she giggles, bits of beans clinging to the edges of her mouth.

It's his sister. He used to have a sister. What was her name...?

"I am you by another name." The girl's lips move, but it's Dieter's own voice that he hears.
Jan 25, 2024 3:54 pm
Dieter pauses, his young eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"S-sister girl, Ada?" Dieter wants to move his chair away from her, he wants to hide
Jan 25, 2024 4:11 pm
"Deet! Deeties!" Ada squeals, reaching for him with bean-covered fingers.

Dieter's mother steps in with a cloth, wiping away the girl's messy face and hands. Over her shoulder, Dieter sees a window. It's dark outside. And... something moves. A swirl of black mist presses up against the glass as if seeking a way inside. Then the mist solidifies into a human hand, scabbed and writhing. Its dirty fingernails, practically claws, scrape awfully against the glass.

Neither mother nor sister seem to notice.

His mother turns around from cleaning Ada, and the hand vanishes. "I wonder what's keeping your father? He's usually home by now..."

A heavy knock sounds from behind Dieter. A door? The door. Yes, he remembers the front door.

The knock sounds again. Heavy. Wooden. Emotionless.

"Daddy!' Ada giggles.
Jan 25, 2024 4:24 pm
"No, No! Stay here. Stay with me, please" Dieter begs. He feels powerless and weak, tears run down his face.
Jan 25, 2024 5:06 pm
Dieter finds himself unable to move. He's bound to his chair.

"Let's turn you around so your father can see your happy face when we open the door!" His mother is nowhere to be seen, but his chair scrapes against the floor as it slowly turns of its own accord to face the front door.

Ada's laughter continues to sound in his ears, but he knows she's not next to him anymore. She's gone.

The knocking gets louder. More forceful. Nothing else exists to Dieter except that shaking door. Each knock drives a spike of fear and adrenaline into his brain.
OOC:
Wisdom save, pls!
Jan 25, 2024 5:12 pm
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Rolls

Wis save - (1D20-1)

(2) - 1 = 1

Jan 25, 2024 5:19 pm
Quote:
He seemed deep in thought...should she...say something? Or just let him think? She opts to stay quiet and do the latter, hoping she wasn't interrupting.
The longer Stella sits there, the more she feels that something is wrong. Very wrong.

Dieter's face is pale. His lips are purple.
Jan 25, 2024 5:24 pm
Stella flips, through her tome, patiently waiting while occasionally looking up at Dieter. She does a double take when she notices his face pale and his lips turn purple.

"D-Dieter? Are you...okay? Dieter...? Dieter!" She pats him on the shoulder then the face, then splashes a mug of water on his face, then checks his pulse, becoming increasingly worried.
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Rolls

Medicine (What seems to be the problem?) - (1d20+4)

(19) + 4 = 23

Jan 25, 2024 7:17 pm
Dieter's body is cold to the touch, like he's been out in an Icewind Dale blizzard. His heartbeat is dangerously low.

But that's not all. Stella can tell that the spark of life has gone out of him. Not that he's dead, she's actually seen that before in him. But something like his inner self, his soul, isn't present. And without it, his body is dying.
Jan 25, 2024 7:29 pm
Time seems to expand as the knocking becomes a frantic, desperate pounding. It fills Dieter's ears.

His chair shudders, then begins to scoot across the floor towards the door as if being pushed from behind.

"You are a failure, Dieter," Ada's voice croons with crystal clear diction. "Dieter. Dieter!" The little girl's voice changes. It's unsure. Panicked.
"Are you... okay? Dieter...? Dieter!"

He's nearly close enough to touch the door itself. The door's handle rattles violently, like it might be torn off. Black mist creeps from the key hole. From beneath the door, from its edges. A dozen clawed, gray fingers stretch toward Dieter, hungry for his flesh!
OOC:
Make another Wis save!
Jan 25, 2024 7:35 pm
"No, No I’m not!" Dieter cries thrashing his body against the ethereal restraints
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Rolls

Wis - (1D20-1)

(3) - 1 = 2

Luck - (1D20-1)

(20) - 1 = 19

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