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Beornmar heads to the posting pole to read the postings.
Amberly makes a note of seking out Sheriff Caeller later, and seeing if he's been able to competently track down the perpetrators. For a minute, she inspects the ruckus in the store, but apparently deciding it is no threat, goes with Beornmar to look at the postings.
As you start walking over to the posting pole, you notice a group of five little Varisian girls dressed in shawls and dresses and they are playing a skipping rope game at the side of the road. You notice that each of the little girls are taking turns jumping in the rope while singing two lines of a rather disturbing song, then skipping out of the rope to let the next girl take up the next two lines. The whole thing is strikingly well timed and almost choreographed in a creepy or possessed kind of manner. You are drawn in and overhear the lyrics to the dark song they are singing.
"Put her body on the bed.
Take a knife and lop her head.
Watch the blood come out the pipe.
Feeds the stirge, so nice and ripe.
Drops of red so sparkly bright.
Splatters spell her name just right.
With a hammer killed his wife.
Now he wants to claim your life.
Tricksy father tells a lie.
Listen close or you will die."
Beornmar pauses at this, and turns to look at Amberly. His eyebrow is raised questioningly to her. As though to query for her thoughts. The rest of his face pale with concern.
"That is..." Amberly begins, as she first hears the creepy children, then stops. She suspiciously peers at them for several moments, pausing only to return Beornmar's glance.
I was just going for a more detailed physical description, but I suppose there's no reason not to roll perception for hidden secrets.
!roll 1d20+11 #Perception creepy children
Perception creepy children: 17
For: Hexalan Re: #69
Beornmar begins to move towards the posting board slowly. Giving a half turn, back towards Amberly, waiting to see if she finishes her sentence.
The children are as exactly as they seem. Hopping and skipping away to the beat of the little rhyme they are saying over and over again. You notice nothing else out of the ordinary about the children.
As you both leave the group of creepy children to their own devices, you finish the walk over to the posting pole. As it stands there are many notices about the spring planting at the local farms. One note about a festival in about two months time. There are several posts of new nuptials between local farmers. And one particularly sad note about a missing tabby cat. From the handwriting you can obviously tell it was written by a young child.
Beornmar first examines the posting about the festival.
You see that the posting about the "festival" is really what appears to be two people from town having a butter churning contest. It seems that the posting about a festival is really just an attempt to get fools and suckers to come to their farm and spend money on awful entertainment.
As you both stare at the posting pole and realize just how boring the people in Ravengro are, Kendra walks up behind you both. "Nothing of actual interest, I am assuming? Come! Let's go get some lunch. There is a great place just over there." She points past the Jail and down towards the river. "The place is called the Laughing Demon, great food!" She starts walking towards the Laughing Demon, nodding to townsfolk as she passes them by.
"I dare say, one could hardly call a butter churning competition uninteresting! Pray tell miss Kendra, is this festival a large event in town?" Beornmar breaks into a small fit of laughter as he tries to keep a straight face. After he's had his chuckle he asks miss Kendra. "Now what would you recommend for lunch?"
"That 'festival' if you could even call it that, is the laughing stock of the town. Old Sirus thinks that he is providing some sort of entertainment to the town. Huge waste of time if you ask me." Kendra walks over to a table near the back of The Laughing Demon, she is greeted by a man whom she refers to as Zokar. Zokar Elkarid is the owner of the Laughing Demon. He has a big broad nose that has probably been broken too many times as well as a big bushy mustache. You can see that he is constantly laughing and making jokes with other patrons. However as soon as you step into the establishment, things start to quiet down and Beornmar and Amberly notice that everyone is staring directly at you. No one has gotten up or said anything, but the stares remain.
Amberly please give me a disguise check for passing as human
Amberly steps into the tavern, coolly assessing the bamboozled bar-goers. She slowly raises one eyebrow and sweeps her gaze across the room. "Hi."
!roll 1d20+14 #Disguise
For: Hexalan Re: #77
Beornmar offers up in a friendly fashion. "We've come for a belly full of demonically good food, and lungs full of laughter!"
!roll 1d20 - 2 #Diplomacy
For: theLumberJack Re: #79
The crowd mostly just grumbles about new comers to town and then they go back to their drinking. No one says anything directly to you as you walk in. While no one is actively hostile towards you neither is anyone going to invite you to their table. You see that Kendra has managed to find herself a table in the back corner of the restaurant. She waves over to you to join her at her table where there are 2 open chairs. Very quickly life returns to the Laughing Demon and things seem to be as they were before you walked in.
Amberly, no one notices your true heritage and for all intents and purposes they believe you are human.
Amberly has been a stranger in enough small towns to know that their suspicious is nothing out of the ordinary. Before she sits down next to Kendra, she stops by the owner. "What's good, barman? A mug of your house brew and," she turns to her friend, "anything for you, Beornmar?"
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