Rolen slides him a coin. "Might I inquire about the cost for lodgings my dear astute fellow? I've come a very long way and may need a decent bed to sleep on for the night."
Jocelyn enters the Tavern. After a quick glance around, she joins Rolen at the bar. "Same here." She eyes Rolen head to toe with a smirk. "It doesn't necessarily have to be a seperate bed though."
Rolen glances at Jocelyn returning the smirk, "I appreciate the interest my dear, but sadly I am presently in the pursuit of pleasures of a more material nature." He looks over at the table where the three others are conversing, "It appears that table of diverse gentlemen behind us are currently waiting for the same member of the Golden Axes as I. I'd hazard a guess that you would be among our potential number as well?"
"You guessed correctly, m'lord." She smiles and offers a hand. "Jocelyn Brightblade, knight of the Prismatic Order. Too bad you're interests lie elsewhere." She looks at the table Rolan mentioned. "Ah yes, I saw some of them at the guild earlier. Shall we introduce ourselves?"
"You guessed correctly, m'lord." She smiles and offers a hand. "Jocelyn Brightblade, knight of the Prismatic Order. Too bad you're interests lie elsewhere." She looks at the table Rolan mentioned. "Ah yes, I saw some of them at the guild earlier. Shall we introduce ourselves?"
Rolen gives a curt bow to Jocelyn, "Randall Buckman at your service." He looks back to the table, " I suppose we should. Nothing else to do but wait for our food or potential employer, whichever comes first."
((It seems we're kind of in a holding pattern. We've got three at a table, two maybe joining the table soon, and another at the bar....and no DM at the moment to sort of move things along.))
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"The mongoose blew out its candle and was asleep in bed before the room went dark." —Llanowar fable
Jocelyn walks over to the table. "Greetings to you all, fine gentlemen." She bows. "My friend here and I, we couldn't help but overhear your interested to work for the Golden Axe as well." She points to an empty seat. "May we join you?"
"More softies for axe job? Karst make room, no problem!"
With that Karst grabs hold of his massive blade that was leaning heavily on a chair beside him. Rising, he slowly drags it from its place over to the wall where the other various weapons are lined up, slightly gouging a path in the floor the whole way. Then, leaning the sword against the wall with a slight thud so that it overshadows the...in his mind...obviously lesser weapons like a mighty beast cowing a flock of sheep, he turns around and flashes Folwyn a toothy smile and something that might be a thumbs up gesture before walking back to the table and arranging the chair so that it is more available before sitting himself.
"I don't really know. It was fun. I have a knack for getting myself into trouble. I think that things are fun that really shouldn't be."
"Yes! Friend Folwyn has...how you say....very strong need for thrill....like lemming eating too much avocado in snake pit."
Karst puffs up ever so slightly.
"But now has Karst to keep safe. Soft elf friend not hurt so much."
"Erm..." They would probably not last a day in the Underdark. "...sounds like irresponsible thinking." And they only lost a leg?
"I have to agree with you about that. I fit in more with Halflings and gnomes than I do with my own kind"
((Ducking out for a bit))
((OK))
"You guessed correctly, m'lord." She smiles and offers a hand. "Jocelyn Brightblade, knight of the Prismatic Order. Too bad you're interests lie elsewhere." She looks at the table Rolan mentioned. "Ah yes, I saw some of them at the guild earlier. Shall we introduce ourselves?"
Well, my suspicions were correct, they are here for the Golden Axe.
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
((I'm back))
(())
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
((It seems we're kind of in a holding pattern. We've got three at a table, two maybe joining the table soon, and another at the bar....and no DM at the moment to sort of move things along.))
((True. Where are you, Finny...))
((I have to leave again real quick...))
EDIT: Back, that was way quicker than I thought it was.
Jocelyn walks over to the table. "Greetings to you all, fine gentlemen." She bows. "My friend here and I, we couldn't help but overhear your interested to work for the Golden Axe as well." She points to an empty seat. "May we join you?"
"More softies for axe job? Karst make room, no problem!"
With that Karst grabs hold of his massive blade that was leaning heavily on a chair beside him. Rising, he slowly drags it from its place over to the wall where the other various weapons are lined up, slightly gouging a path in the floor the whole way. Then, leaning the sword against the wall with a slight thud so that it overshadows the...in his mind...obviously lesser weapons like a mighty beast cowing a flock of sheep, he turns around and flashes Folwyn a toothy smile and something that might be a thumbs up gesture before walking back to the table and arranging the chair so that it is more available before sitting himself.
"I need to hear your story. What brings a lizardman to the "civilized" lands?" Jocelyn says, airquoting the civilized part.
Karst cocks his head slightly, a strange trill sound escaping.
"It is long story. Very stupid of past Karst. But Karst of now has new life and new friend!"
He points at Folwyn.
"Maybe later I tell you of how Karst crush slavers throat like turtle egg between jaws. Good story."
((And with that I'm out for a bit. I might be back later.))
"By all means, come on over! I'd just finished telling the story of how I'd lost my leg." He lifts his peg leg to show the other two.