Tell her about ourselves and be sure to mention the wishing potatoes, and be sure to leave out the sphere.
Well, as you’ve probably may have heard, my name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. A mysterious wanderer with a mysterious past. I have traveled this world from the highest tower to the deepest Grave and all I have to show for it is my trusty magical wishing potato and an appreciation for the plight of the homeless. Again, except for the homeless bum who tried to cut my head off. I still don’t know what was that guy’s problem! I think it’s because he wanted my magic potato. Anyways, I’m either a fallen god, a scientist who dabbled in matters mere mortals should not dabble with, an adventurer who acquired mystical power, or utterly insane. Possibly all of the above! Or none of the above. Still trying to confirm that.
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Well, as you’ve probably may have heard, my name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. A mysterious wanderer with a mysterious past. I have traveled this world from the highest tower to the deepest Grave and all I have to show for it is my trusty magical wishing potato and an appreciation for the plight of the homeless. Again, except for the homeless bum who tried to cut my head off. I still don’t know what was that guy’s problem! I think it’s because he wanted my magic potato. Anyways, I’m either a fallen god, a scientist who dabbled in matters mere mortals should not dabble with, an adventurer who acquired mystical power, or utterly insane. Possibly all of the above! Or none of the above. Still trying to confirm that.”
By the time You finish talking, the other three members of the group have stopped pretending that they aren’t listening. Even Magpie put down His book to listen. There’s no-one else here, but deep inside, there’s an involuntary undercurrent of nervousness bordering on terror at having an audience, even one this small. It’s probably nothing.
No-one in said audience says a word for a few seconds while they think to themselves, once or twice meeting eye contact and exchanging silent, secret communication. Eventually one of them, a Human with a beak-like nose and a sharp beard, speaks.
‘’Fraid that’s not a name I’ve ever heard. ‘Least, not ‘till You came in here and yelled it.’
The other three make general sounds and signs of agreement when He finishes. He raises a mug of alcohol towards His mouth, and speaks again.
‘How come Y’don’t know Who Y’are? What’s that supposed t’mean?’ He eyes You with a stern and inquisitive look as He begins to down His mug.
Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x1.8 )
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black Spherical Orb
Bedroll
Plate
Half-penny of Silver (x1)
Key to a bedroom at the Brass Lantern (x1)
Dancing method
Minor Telekenesis
Healing
Author
Topic: Of Ghosts and Whispers: a Suggestion game (Read 30598 times)