[color=blue]"Your turn," Fiona says as she tries to grab Marcus and toss him through the boundary.
I hope I don't need Initiative,but if I do, it's Qui -1 + Brawl 0 + die roll of 6 = 5.
Attack roll to grab'n'throw is Dex 0 + Brawl 0 + die roll of 9 = 9.
Defence roll is Qui -1 + Brawl 0 + die roll of 9 = 9.
Quick question: the chain mail that Fiona had made about a year and a half ago, before Tribunal - does it have the normal load of 6, or more because of her size?
Wait wait wait whoa whoa wait.
You just shoved a pregnant woman, and you're going to throw someone else in on top of her?!?
BABY POLICE PLZ.
If it's anything like it was last time, he should land as gently as a summer breeze.
Marcus doesn't fall. He's basically floating along with an effect similar to Lifting the Dangling Puppet. It's almost like throwing a balloon. He dips a bit and floats back up. "Fiona, please, allow me. If the idea is to trip and fall, I'll have to do that myself. I'm going to give you my ring, when I release it, the effect should end on me and I'll fall. But if I may ask. How are you going to fall into it?"
((I'd never thought about this. Arya, qcipher what'd you come up for Sinmore's armor, assuming she wears any.))
[color=blue]"I was planning on jumping and trying to land awkwardly. If that didn't work, making myself trip over something."
"Very well. This is special to me." He pulls a lovely ruby ring from his finger and deposits it in her hand. He promptly falls and disappears from view.
((I will presume that Fiona pushes the grogs or trips them and they come through without incident. Shall I assume 1 each? Taking anyone in particular or redshirts?))
I have always treated all equipment statistics the same regardless of user size. Any differences in item size are accounted for by the difference in user size.
((That's kinda my gut level reaction, too.))
((Yep. Ivor if he's coming, redshirt if not. And the last one through, she'll grab and stumble with him (hopefully) into the regio.))
((In that case, Fiona is wearing her spiffy new Full Chain Mail, giving her a total of Soak of 12, Burden of 3, and Encumbrance of 2. Hmmm...wonder if it could have been "tailored" to fit her curves, show her off just a little bit.))
((I think we'll go with a redshirt for everyone, and Ivor can come along if he wants, but I kinda doubt it. jebrick might be on story overload: finish up business in Band Back together as Jacques, go to Castra Solis as Jacques, explore the regio as Jacques, finish up Korvin in the Phoenix Library and he wants to do something with Renaud.))
Everyone arrives in a relatively orderly fashion, although Marcus is lying on the floor, and scooted himself out of everyone's way. "Damnable thing relying on magic to move myself about. Fiona, my ring, please."
The fire in the fireplace came to life when Laetitia arrived, and is roaring by the time Fiona comes through. The room is filled again with a table, large enough for everyone, tables and plates appear, and wine is poured into each person's goblet. A large, beautiful man appears, dressed in a toga. Fiona doesn't recall it from before, but he's wearing what appear to be laurel leaves in a crown around his head. "Fiona, so good of you to have returned, and you brought friends. Three magi, and three mundanes it would appear." The grogs seem a bit put off at a 9 foot tall giant towering over even Fiona.
Fiona gives Marcus his ring back practically before he asked for it.
[color=blue]"Yes I have," Fiona says as she leans up to give their host a kiss on the cheek.
[color=blue]"Blacksmith, this is Laetitia scholae Guernici and Marcus scholae Tytali, and ((insert grogs' names here)). Sodales, this is the Blacksmith of Brandywine.
"We were actually hoping to be able to find some of those who had passed through here some time ago...the former residents of Bibracte. Do you think you would be able to help at all?"
She looks at the magnificent table that has appeared. [color=blue]"Perhaps after dinner." she says with a smile.
Marcus says, "Thank you, Fiona. Narya is precious to me." The Blacksmith observes the exchange and after the introductions are made, he remarks to Marcus. "I'm sure you're aware of the curse you're under" Marcus nods warily eyeing Fiona and Laetitia. "This won't last beyond your time here, but perhaps this might make things easier for you." The Blacksmith bends down and touches Marcus at the knees, where his legs stop and whispers words in some unknown language, and Marcus's legs are restored.
"It has been so long since I've had legs. I'm not sure I know how to walk." Marcus spends some time becoming acclimated to his fully grown legs.
During dinner, the Blacksmith confronts the issue that Fiona brought up. "The path there is difficult, and you'll have to go through some of my kindred's lands. My kin do not look kindly upon intruders or interlopers, no matter their intent. They are likely to smash first and ask questions if anyone survives. I think they serve the Diedne, or are at least well payed by them. That you are giantborn Fiona would serve you little. These creatures are rather savage and territorial, not nearly so refined as I am."
[color=blue]"My people are also rather territorial, and prone to...shall we say, thinking with their fists," Fiona says as she lifts a glass to her lips. She then freezes, and sets her glass back on the table.
[color=blue]"Do you happen to know if these kin of yours, the ones that are in the Diedne's service...do they ever go into the mortal realm?"
"Kindred is perhaps a term that connotes a closer relation than I intended. They are giants, and are of my size. They have no appreciable intellect or desire to learn or otherwise better themselves. They live lives of subsistence and enjoy inflicting pain upon others. I don't recall them ever having gone into the Mundus as you know it, but there are other paths than through this place. They seem content to wait for people to stumble into their realm. I do know that Iosephus passed that way when he left here.
"Well, we will avoid them if we can, and deal with them if we cannot," Laetitia says simply. "Monsieur le Forgeron. Are there any preparations we can make that you would recommend, to facilitate a quick pass-through with minimal bloodshed?"