Phineas orders two flagons of ale at the bar and takes them both over to Cyrus and the man they are supposed to contact. She sets the second ale down in front of the contact, "you look like a thirsty man... on me my good man," and gives him a wink and raises her own flagon to him to drink, "don't mind me I am with him," pointing to Cyrus as she backs away and takes a seat or stands nearby to keep an eye and ear on things. Enjoying her ale trying her best to be a good quiet little girl!
The man takes the cigarette out of his mouth and pushes the beer away.
"I don't drink."
He throws the cigarette down and crushes the butt with his heel.
"The dragon isn't one to be easily taken down. We lost a bunch of good adventurers to his clasps last year. Like you all, only more experienced. As we cannot take him down directly, we shall wage a war of attrition. First things first, there is a tribe of goblins by the side of the mountain who do everything in her name. They don't dare to attack the city directly, but they harass travelers and steal from the farms. The goblins are encamped at the Firestorm Mountain Foothills. If you can exterminate the lot, the dragon will lose one of his many tribes of servants. Payment will be once I go and check the caves."
Roselle raises a brow at the man's words, she crosses her arms. She then glances towards the others, gauging their reactions to what he was saying. Humming thoughtfully, she leans against the wall.
Tomoe takes the drink our contact passed up. She smells it for a second then downs the drink in one go "AH!, NO POINT IN LETTING A GOOD DRINK GO TO WASTE! HAHAHA!" Hearing how the dragon killed the last group, Tomoe gets excited "HA, MORE EXPERIENCED HUH, THIS DRAGON SEEMS TO BE A WORTHY FOE AFTER ALL!" Tomoe ask one of the bar maids for another drink while they are discussing business. "BAR MAID ANOTHER DRINK PLEASE! I SEE SO THE PLAN IS TO CAUSE ENOUGH TROUBLE SO THAT THE DRAGON SWITCHES HIS ATTENTION ON US INSTEAD OF THE TOWN CORRECT?"
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Felix Windfall (Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA,Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA
Cyrus' face wrinkled slightly as the words "war of attrition" left the man's lips. Sighing, he said, "If it is a war of attrition that we are assigned to, I suppose we have no choice but to accept. Anything special about these goblins we should know?"
Having just left the mayor’s office, Dhel swiftly jogs through the crowded village streets, scanning faces as she goes. The mayor’s secretary was adamant that she would easily spot “the loud and intimidating woman with the katana” and the “painted jester” amongst the citizens of Longbridge.
Dhel wasn’t surprised that others had answered the mayor’s call-to-arms, but she was wary of the descriptions she got from the friendly brunette at the mayor’s office. A quiet cleric, garment-stained rogue, cackling jester, shouting monk, and distant wizard were to be the people she’s to rely on during this job?
Dhel pauses in her dash towards the tavern where she woke up this morning. If only she had just stayed in bed an extra hour. She would have been in the right place the entire time instead of getting lost on her way to the mayor’s office. Kord take these winding cityscapes with their oppressive press of bodies! The barbarian slowly inhales through her nose, idly tracing the rudimentary tattoo of her old herd’s insignia that lives on the inside of her left wrist.
Quelling the irritation that always leads towards rage, Dhel spots the Drowsing Deer, where she’s rented a room for the week she plans on being in Longbridge, and enters.
Dhel squints in the dim light of the tavern, pulling her dark braids away from her face. She hears boisterous laughter from the back corner of the establishment and spots a winking, female jester. Those must be her new companions. The barbarian sets her shoulders and strides forward through the tavern towards them.
She approaches the group just as she hears the cigarette-smoking man say, “The goblins are encamped at the Firestorm Mountain Foothills. If you can exterminate the lot, the dragon will lose one of his many tribes of servants. Payment will be once I go and check the caves." A woman with lovely red hair and dark-stained clothing glances at her companions, probably to gauge their reactions, and Dhel coughs quietly to get her attention. She knows she’s not an easy sight to miss. A six foot tall mountain of a barbarian woman, covered in tattoos, usually creates a scene no matter where they go.
Roselle looks towards Dhel, a little interest sparked by the sight of the barbarian. "I did not get your name earlier. Though I'm certain you may not have gotten mine either." Her voice is soft, not trying to draw attention to herself. "I am Roselle, the jester over there... she prefers to be named as Phineas, Cyrus is the one with the owl, Tomoe is the rather loud one and Menus is the quiet man right there." She introduces them all quietly as they get the necessary information.
Phineas off to the side away from the rep shakes her head, her worldview shattered as she valiantly tries to wrap her brain around the concept of someone not drinking, she looks up at the ceiling, and shouts, "INCONCEIVABLE!"Then look around realizing that she had let that slip out, "sorry, sorry, don't mind me just a minor brain fart."
She looks down at Ferb who is eating something, "where did you get that, don't eat that you don't know where its been." Her heart begins to sink as her body jerks with fright until she realizes the mage's owl is still safely perched on his shoulder, "oh thank the gawds for small favors," giving Ferb a scowl, "come on then give us a bite." She eats with Ferb and continues to nurse her ale as she considers just how bad the group is going to get screwed over by this so-called deal of deals wondering if perhaps they could not come out better off with the dragon. She still might have her Goblin Union Card somewhere in her pack.
Phineas looks up from her musing to see yet another female... a barbarian with some lovely tats joins the group as if things were not catty enough, just a damn good thing Phineas is so easy going and non-cackling, she can already tell that everyone loves her or they would if a certain sexy red-head were not about to hog all the spotlight... not a performer my arse the Jester thinks.
Taking a big gulp of ale, Phineas raises her glass to the newcomer, "welcome, I am Phineas Fop..." clicking her heels as her bells jingle, "at your service," as she takes in the sight of the barbarian female striding forward confidently and coos to Ferb, "oh yes, that one will do just fine don't you think, we just love muscles?"
Roselle looks towards Dhel, a little interest sparked by the sight of the barbarian. "I did not get your name earlier. Though I'm certain you may not have gotten mine either." Her voice is soft, not trying to draw attention to herself. "I am Roselle, the jester over there... she prefers to be named as Phineas, Cyrus is the one with the owl, Tomoe is the rather loud one and Menus is the quiet man right there." She introduces them all quietly as they get the necessary information.
Dhel nods brusquely at Roselle, murmuring a soft greeting in return. She likes this woman who seems to want to sink into the shadow around her. Dhel knows what it's like to try and hide from the eyes of those around you. She's never been good at it though, as this woman seems to be. "I am called Dhel. I have come to join this group if you are the ones that answered the Mayor's notice about the dragon. What is this about goblins?"
Phineas off to the side away from the rep shakes her head, her worldview shattered as she valiantly tries to wrap her brain around the concept of someone not drinking, she looks up at the ceiling, and shouts, "INCONCEIVABLE!"Then look around realizing that she had let that slip out, "sorry, sorry, don't mind me just a minor brain fart."
She looks down at Ferb who is eating something, "where did you get that, don't eat that you don't know where its been." Her heart begins to sink as her body jerks with fright until she realizes the mage's owl is still safely perched on his shoulder, "oh thank the gawds for small favors," giving Ferb a scowl, "come on then give us a bite." She eats with Ferb and continues to nurse her ale as she considers just how bad the group is going to get screwed over by this so-called deal of deals wondering if perhaps they could not come out better off with the dragon. She still might have her Goblin Union Card somewhere in her pack.
Phineas looks up from her musing to see yet another female... a barbarian with some lovely tats joins the group as if things were not catty enough, just a damn good thing Phineas is so easy going and non-cackling, she can already tell that everyone loves her or they would if a certain sexy red-head were not about to hog all the spotlight... not a performer my arse the Jester thinks.
Taking a big gulp of ale, Phineas raises her glass to the newcomer, "welcome, I am Phineas Fop..." clicking her heels as her bells jingle, "at your service," as she takes in the sight of the barbarian female striding forward confidently and coos to Ferb, "oh yes, that one will do just fine don't you think, we just love muscles?"
While waiting for Roselle's response, Dhel looks to the jester that introduced herself. "Phineas Fop," she repeats, making sure she is saying it right. "My muscles..." Dhel can't help but huff softly in humor, "...are at your service too."
"There seems to be a tribe of Goblins who terrorize passerby and they are under the Dragons 'control'." She explains, her gaze now watching the others within the Dowsing Deer as if observing the everyday life. She then looks at Dhel, "We are to start by finishing them off to get rid of one of the dragons tribes of servitude." As she says this, she lightly traces her fingers over one of her daggers
Taking a big gulp of ale, Phineas raises her glass to the newcomer, "welcome, I am Phineas Fop..." clicking her heels as her bells jingle, "at your service," as she takes in the sight of the barbarian female striding forward confidently and coos to Ferb, "oh yes, that one will do just fine don't you think, we just love muscles?"
While waiting for Roselle's response, Dhel looks to the jester that introduced herself. "Phineas Fop," she repeats, making sure she is saying it right. "My muscles..." Dhel can't help but huff softly in humor, "...are at your service too."
Phineas' eyes linger on the female barbarian admiringly as she chops down seductively on the roasted rat chewing as she talks, "oh my, at my service... I do like the sound of that... at last, another friendly face, I was getting worried this was going to be a gloomy Gus convention... don't get me wrong I love mysterious brooding anti-heroes with the best of em but look at me... I am the kind of gal that lives for the applause." Her hands making a grand gesture over her petite feminine form, her head tilts with a jingle as if she is listening to music no one else can hear as her body moves to an unknown beat.
"I am still, however, trying to figure out what a Kunst... I think its Elvish?" She adds...
It is good strategy, destroying your opponent's resources. "Where do we find the goblins?" Dhel asks, directing the question to everyone sitting at the table.
Dhel smiles at Phineas as the girl quietly sings to herself. It's a rusty and uncomfortable tugging of her lips, as she hasn't had anyone or anything to smile at in quite some time. Her people skills have always been lacking, despite Brother Donovan's lessons in "etiquette".
Thinking of him and her old life sends a pang of regret and anger zinging through her body, which causes the barbarian to close up. She turns her scowl back to the Mayor's man, still sitting at the table and smoking. "Well?" She demands gruffly, impatient to be off and immersed in action.
Roselle notices the barbarians sudden tension and she looks towards the man. "Anything else? A few of us are itching to go out and do the job." She looks at Phineas slightly amused but being surrounded by many others didnt sit well with her. She leans against the wall, pulling her hood over her head to hide any noticeable discomfort
Phineas smiles at Dhel tossing what is left of the roasted rat to the floor and softly begins to sing a sweet song dedicated to the barbarian princess... low in the background as she watches the interactions play out.
Dhel's shoulders slowly lower away from her ears, vaguely aware of the barely-there tune being hummed in the background. The owl resting on the shoulder of the wizard fidgets for a moment, drawing her attention. She ignores the urge to touch her own bird tattoo in favor of looking over the owl. It's a good omen, she's certain. Dhel makes a mental note to speak to the human attached to the bird when there is a free moment. For now, she'll just have to trust in the minute signals from Kord that she has finally begun making the right kind of decisions.
Seeing this mountain woman Tomoe speaks loudly "OH? ANOTHER MEMBER TO JOIN OUR BAND! YOU LOOK STRONG MAYBE YOU CAN HELP ME WITH MY TRAINING AFTER WE DEAL WITH THESE GOBLIN PEST HAHAHAHAHA!"
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Felix Windfall (Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA,Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA
It is good strategy, destroying your opponent's resources. "Where do we find the goblins?" Dhel asks, directing the question to everyone sitting at the table.
Dhel smiles at Phineas as the girl quietly sings to herself. It's a rusty and uncomfortable tugging of her lips, as she hasn't had anyone or anything to smile at in quite some time. Her people skills have always been lacking, despite Brother Donovan's lessons in "etiquette".
Thinking of him and her old life sends a pang of regret and anger zinging through her body, which causes the barbarian to close up. She turns her scowl back to the Mayor's man, still sitting at the table and smoking. "Well?" She demands gruffly, impatient to be off and immersed in action.
"They should holding out in a cave in the foothills. The goblins also shouldn't be too dangerous, but just to be safe, we're keeping our militia in place."
"You'd all better go and get those goblins now."
The agent then hands Dhel a worn map. "The foothills are just south of Firestorm mountain. Go East after the crumbling watchtower and follow the trail."
Dhel takes the map from the dreadlocked man and clasps him roughly on the shoulder in farewell. Turning to the closest empty table, she raises the map in the air for her group to see, then sits and spreads it out across the tabletop. She makes eye contact with the katana-wielding woman and nods at her to make sure that Tomoe knows Dhel heard her request for help. Looking down at the worn map, the barbarian sees...
I dunno what she sees. Is it a map of the foothills?
Dhel takes the map from the dreadlocked man and clasps him roughly on the shoulder in farewell. Turning to the closest empty table, she raises the map in the air for her group to see, then sits and spreads it out across the tabletop. She makes eye contact with the katana-wielding woman and nods at her to make sure that Tomoe knows Dhel heard her request for help. Looking down at the worn map, the barbarian sees... I dunno what she sees. Is it a map of the foothills?
Phineas watches the barbarian princess with awe... impressed with the woman's take-charge attitude and confidence... just the type of leader this ragtag group needs, of course, Phineas herself would make an outstanding leader but after getting to know this group, she is rather sure that they just would not get the joke. The Jester lifts her heavy maul and moves closer to get a peek at the map leaning down just over Dhel's shoulder giving her hair a delicate double sniff known in some quarters as a Goblin kiss. "So what's the plan Dhel? I am all in and ready to back you all the way, with Kneebiter here!"
Phineas orders two flagons of ale at the bar and takes them both over to Cyrus and the man they are supposed to contact. She sets the second ale down in front of the contact, "you look like a thirsty man... on me my good man," and gives him a wink and raises her own flagon to him to drink, "don't mind me I am with him," pointing to Cyrus as she backs away and takes a seat or stands nearby to keep an eye and ear on things. Enjoying her ale trying her best to be a good quiet little girl!
The man takes the cigarette out of his mouth and pushes the beer away.
"I don't drink."
He throws the cigarette down and crushes the butt with his heel.
"The dragon isn't one to be easily taken down. We lost a bunch of good adventurers to his clasps last year. Like you all, only more experienced. As we cannot take him down directly, we shall wage a war of attrition. First things first, there is a tribe of goblins by the side of the mountain who do everything in her name. They don't dare to attack the city directly, but they harass travelers and steal from the farms. The goblins are encamped at the Firestorm Mountain Foothills. If you can exterminate the lot, the dragon will lose one of his many tribes of servants. Payment will be once I go and check the caves."
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Roselle raises a brow at the man's words, she crosses her arms. She then glances towards the others, gauging their reactions to what he was saying. Humming thoughtfully, she leans against the wall.
Tomoe takes the drink our contact passed up. She smells it for a second then downs the drink in one go "AH!, NO POINT IN LETTING A GOOD DRINK GO TO WASTE! HAHAHA!" Hearing how the dragon killed the last group, Tomoe gets excited "HA, MORE EXPERIENCED HUH, THIS DRAGON SEEMS TO BE A WORTHY FOE AFTER ALL!" Tomoe ask one of the bar maids for another drink while they are discussing business. "BAR MAID ANOTHER DRINK PLEASE! I SEE SO THE PLAN IS TO CAUSE ENOUGH TROUBLE SO THAT THE DRAGON SWITCHES HIS ATTENTION ON US INSTEAD OF THE TOWN CORRECT?"
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiACyrus' face wrinkled slightly as the words "war of attrition" left the man's lips. Sighing, he said, "If it is a war of attrition that we are assigned to, I suppose we have no choice but to accept. Anything special about these goblins we should know?"
Having just left the mayor’s office, Dhel swiftly jogs through the crowded village streets, scanning faces as she goes. The mayor’s secretary was adamant that she would easily spot “the loud and intimidating woman with the katana” and the “painted jester” amongst the citizens of Longbridge.
Dhel wasn’t surprised that others had answered the mayor’s call-to-arms, but she was wary of the descriptions she got from the friendly brunette at the mayor’s office. A quiet cleric, garment-stained rogue, cackling jester, shouting monk, and distant wizard were to be the people she’s to rely on during this job?
Dhel pauses in her dash towards the tavern where she woke up this morning. If only she had just stayed in bed an extra hour. She would have been in the right place the entire time instead of getting lost on her way to the mayor’s office. Kord take these winding cityscapes with their oppressive press of bodies! The barbarian slowly inhales through her nose, idly tracing the rudimentary tattoo of her old herd’s insignia that lives on the inside of her left wrist.
Quelling the irritation that always leads towards rage, Dhel spots the Drowsing Deer, where she’s rented a room for the week she plans on being in Longbridge, and enters.
Dhel squints in the dim light of the tavern, pulling her dark braids away from her face. She hears boisterous laughter from the back corner of the establishment and spots a winking, female jester. Those must be her new companions. The barbarian sets her shoulders and strides forward through the tavern towards them.
She approaches the group just as she hears the cigarette-smoking man say, “The goblins are encamped at the Firestorm Mountain Foothills. If you can exterminate the lot, the dragon will lose one of his many tribes of servants. Payment will be once I go and check the caves." A woman with lovely red hair and dark-stained clothing glances at her companions, probably to gauge their reactions, and Dhel coughs quietly to get her attention. She knows she’s not an easy sight to miss. A six foot tall mountain of a barbarian woman, covered in tattoos, usually creates a scene no matter where they go.
Roselle looks towards Dhel, a little interest sparked by the sight of the barbarian. "I did not get your name earlier. Though I'm certain you may not have gotten mine either." Her voice is soft, not trying to draw attention to herself. "I am Roselle, the jester over there... she prefers to be named as Phineas, Cyrus is the one with the owl, Tomoe is the rather loud one and Menus is the quiet man right there." She introduces them all quietly as they get the necessary information.
Phineas off to the side away from the rep shakes her head, her worldview shattered as she valiantly tries to wrap her brain around the concept of someone not drinking, she looks up at the ceiling, and shouts, "INCONCEIVABLE!" Then look around realizing that she had let that slip out, "sorry, sorry, don't mind me just a minor brain fart."
She looks down at Ferb who is eating something, "where did you get that, don't eat that you don't know where its been." Her heart begins to sink as her body jerks with fright until she realizes the mage's owl is still safely perched on his shoulder, "oh thank the gawds for small favors," giving Ferb a scowl, "come on then give us a bite." She eats with Ferb and continues to nurse her ale as she considers just how bad the group is going to get screwed over by this so-called deal of deals wondering if perhaps they could not come out better off with the dragon. She still might have her Goblin Union Card somewhere in her pack.
Phineas looks up from her musing to see yet another female... a barbarian with some lovely tats joins the group as if things were not catty enough, just a damn good thing Phineas is so easy going and non-cackling, she can already tell that everyone loves her or they would if a certain sexy red-head were not about to hog all the spotlight... not a performer my arse the Jester thinks.
Taking a big gulp of ale, Phineas raises her glass to the newcomer, "welcome, I am Phineas Fop..." clicking her heels as her bells jingle, "at your service," as she takes in the sight of the barbarian female striding forward confidently and coos to Ferb, "oh yes, that one will do just fine don't you think, we just love muscles?"
"There seems to be a tribe of Goblins who terrorize passerby and they are under the Dragons 'control'." She explains, her gaze now watching the others within the Dowsing Deer as if observing the everyday life. She then looks at Dhel, "We are to start by finishing them off to get rid of one of the dragons tribes of servitude." As she says this, she lightly traces her fingers over one of her daggers
"I am still, however, trying to figure out what a Kunst... I think its Elvish?" She adds...
It is good strategy, destroying your opponent's resources. "Where do we find the goblins?" Dhel asks, directing the question to everyone sitting at the table.
Dhel smiles at Phineas as the girl quietly sings to herself. It's a rusty and uncomfortable tugging of her lips, as she hasn't had anyone or anything to smile at in quite some time. Her people skills have always been lacking, despite Brother Donovan's lessons in "etiquette".
Thinking of him and her old life sends a pang of regret and anger zinging through her body, which causes the barbarian to close up. She turns her scowl back to the Mayor's man, still sitting at the table and smoking. "Well?" She demands gruffly, impatient to be off and immersed in action.
Roselle notices the barbarians sudden tension and she looks towards the man. "Anything else? A few of us are itching to go out and do the job." She looks at Phineas slightly amused but being surrounded by many others didnt sit well with her. She leans against the wall, pulling her hood over her head to hide any noticeable discomfort
Phineas smiles at Dhel tossing what is left of the roasted rat to the floor and softly begins to sing a sweet song dedicated to the barbarian princess... low in the background as she watches the interactions play out.
Dhel's shoulders slowly lower away from her ears, vaguely aware of the barely-there tune being hummed in the background. The owl resting on the shoulder of the wizard fidgets for a moment, drawing her attention. She ignores the urge to touch her own bird tattoo in favor of looking over the owl. It's a good omen, she's certain. Dhel makes a mental note to speak to the human attached to the bird when there is a free moment. For now, she'll just have to trust in the minute signals from Kord that she has finally begun making the right kind of decisions.
Seeing this mountain woman Tomoe speaks loudly "OH? ANOTHER MEMBER TO JOIN OUR BAND! YOU LOOK STRONG MAYBE YOU CAN HELP ME WITH MY TRAINING AFTER WE DEAL WITH THESE GOBLIN PEST HAHAHAHAHA!"
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Dhel takes the map from the dreadlocked man and clasps him roughly on the shoulder in farewell. Turning to the closest empty table, she raises the map in the air for her group to see, then sits and spreads it out across the tabletop. She makes eye contact with the katana-wielding woman and nods at her to make sure that Tomoe knows Dhel heard her request for help. Looking down at the worn map, the barbarian sees...
I dunno what she sees. Is it a map of the foothills?