Building

[Anastasia]

Sure. Any prep for it?

[Nephrite]

Nah, he'll just go say hello like he has so far!

[Anastasia]

Since there's decent odds you'll need one, just give me a Diplo check now while I set up and get going.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 136.

[Anastasia]

You find a group of unaffiliated merchants on the beach. In particular around a driftwood fire. In the light of Chronias they share a round of drinks and talk away.

The first is a human. A big human, but not fat. Muscled and heavily so, scarred and in his middle years. A massive broadsword rests besides him, sheathed. He wears fine travel clothes, of a cut and make to suggest money. Arcadian designs if you don't miss your guess. He has thinning brown hair peppered heavily with gray.

The second is a dwarf. A dwarf shaved bald but with a long, heavy red beard. He wears light armor and over it tan colored robes, a full face helmet on the ground besides him, along with a warhammer. He knocks back his drink and nods along as the third speaks.

The third is a celestial. A movanic deva, tall and made well. Strongly so, though he wears a simple tunic, hose and boots. However, his belt buckle is golden and stands out from the rest of his gear. He carries on weapon with him and his wings are tucked in and back. "...and still, I hold that it's best not to trade with him. The profits, any kind of profits, just aren't there."

[Nephrite]

Moore will fly slowly over, raising a hand in greeting to them as he approaches. "I admit, I'm pretty sure there are a few jokes that start with 'a human, a dwarf, and a celestial all walk into a bar'..." He says with a bright smile. "Welcome to Hope's Landing."

[Anastasia]

The human looks over and after a moment, "Either there's more than one pixie in Celestia or..." He trails off and finishes off his drink in one gulp.

The deva rises and bows, "Lord Moore," he says, "How may this one serve you?"

The dwarf merely meets your gaze, stony and unrelenting. He gets up and marches towards you, not a word spoken.

[Nephrite]

"I heard there were some merchants visiting, and I wanted to do my part to greet all of you and welcome you here." Moore says with a smile. "Also, surely, there's at least -one- other pixie up here..." A grin as he turns to the dwarf and meets his gaze in return, though in hopefully a warm and welcoming way.

[Anastasia]

The dwarf doesn't look away from your gaze - if anything, his gaze is weighty, deeply so. The weight of the ages, the weight of eons as he meets your gaze with his own.

[Nephrite]

Moore holds his ground! He's not looking to be intimidating, but he understands the value in meeting and holding the gaze of someone else.

Perhaps (THE GREAT AND MAGNIFICENT) Baleruk's most important lesson?

[Anastasia]

Give me a Will save?

[Nephrite]

[21:53] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+61 will
[21:53] <Penuche2> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 62 > [d20=1]

Thankfully I don't fail on those anymore!!!

Oh, actually it should be +15 higher, so that's... hah, 77.

[Anastasia]

Yet you withstand that gaze - a gaze of the ages, a gaze far from mortal.

Then, as if such a thing was unremarkable, the dwarf nods back to you and sits back down.

"Sure there are, Lord Moore," The human agrees, "But I doubt I'd come across them when there's a known one to meet."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and nods. "At any rate, did you all find what you were looking for here, or are you still searching?"

[Anastasia]

"I did," he says, "I'd heard of Hope's Landing and it was more than expected."