The Beat
| The Beat | |
|---|---|
| Date | 3/31/2023 |
| Storyteller | Zoro |
| Tier | Trainee, Easy |
| Player Characters | Timid Thistle, Maki, Grist Vanafeld, Tremla, Cozin |
| Rewards | Rewards: 150 xp, 25.5 gp per player. |
| Result | Success? |
| Author | Tas |
It’s Thursday afternoon, it’s 80 degrees and overcast, and we all have Laybarons guard duty. The party is walking around the Laybarons, bored out of their skulls.
On Cozin’s suggestion, Maki approaches a random citizen - an older looking gnome tiefling.
“Holy shit you’re small” she exclaims. Perhaps the world’s most awkward interaction.
After much interjection, we rip Maki and Tremla away from the poor innocent person and continue walking forth.
Tremla notes and gets distracted by a white ermine protected by Gentle Repose hanging over somebody’s neck.
We walk around, no suspicious activity of note given the safety of the Laybarons.
With nothing much else to do, we approach a high elf blacksmith. He jumps slightly and puts something in his pocket quickly.
With some goading he takes his hand from his pocket, and there’s a glowing magic rune on there!
It seems to only be a sigil. Grist recognizes this symbol as the mark of a famous assassin!
Turns out, according to Tremla, it’s just a mark from the bar to cut him off.
He goes on his way back to the bar to have the mark removed, while Grist confidently insist’s he’s soon to meet his doom.
After meeting some kobold guards wearing trenchcoats, we set back off to make another round.
We point a blue-skinned lady to a lake in the Trimarket
Cozin seems to think that most people are near immune to fire. Tremla proves this to not be the case by jumping off a roof.
Tremla knocks on the door to Grist’s house and we meet his daughter. She’s happy to see her dad and he sends her back inside.
In discussion about the magicness of dragons, we establish that dragons are not in fact reptiles, that tengu are possibly birds, that there’s no such thing as a fish, and that gnolls hate being compared to hyenas as much as kobolds hate being compared to lizards. Cozin walks off fuming and “patrolling”.
Grist orates the first chapter of a storybook about a famous assassin, turns out the assassin is actually from a children’s series.
A couple of kids are kicking a ball in a street, being watched by a 90 y/o human with blue hair. He speaks slowly and is hard to understand. Blue hair, half shaved, giant chest tat, blue mustache and lots of piercings. Metal as fuck.
Tremla joins the kids playing in the street. She begins teaching them kickball - which they claimed to be playing, but really they were just kicking the ball with no goal or end in sight.
The man falls asleep and falls out of his chair. We knock on the door and meet, presumably, his partner. She’s similarly metal, with a back tat panorama to the god of death. We drag the guy back inside and place him on a mattress on the floor. This place is a bit… crack den. Not quite good enough to be a crack palace.
We keep walking and Tremla nearly falls in the river. Our lunch break is in about 13 minutes - thank the gods.
Turns out Cozin’s a baker! Timid Thistle digs deeper and finds out his favorite thing to bake is bread.
Tremla is carrying around 3 bulk worth of birdseed - enough birdseed to last her 210 days.
Following lunch, we find the road has some barricades with arrows pinged into the sides. We hear fighting and run towards it. It sounds like it’s coming from every direction!
We search on foot and from the roofs. We split in two groups as we see rising dust clouds on opposite sides of the area - Cozin Tremla & Timid, Maki and Grist.
Apparently a magical surge occured during our 30 minute lunch break, causing townsfolk to go wild and violent. The kobold guards handled it. They are awarded medals, and we continue walking in circles for hours.
It’s Thursday afternoon, it’s 80 degrees and overcast, and we all have Laybarons guard duty.