A candle flares to life and an stern male face comes into view. Tussled white hair and beard hang loosely over his worn brown wizards robe. His eyes dart quickly, belying their truely tired nature, over a papyrus scroll scribbled with black ink which has dried in many phases upon the page; a clear sign of the continued research he had performed on the work. He looked to his right and dipped his fine tipped quill into an inkwell that sat nearby, drawing the tip of the quill across the edge of the of the well to clear it of excess before bringing it over the papyrus. He began to scrawl names with dates next to them in a free space near the middle of the page.
The ink dried quickly, setting into the page as if it belonged there the entire time. Nearby the man's owl familiar let out a soft "Hoo" to which the man replied with a subtle nod, "Of course Idge..." his voice was soft, hoarse, as if he had spoke into a strong wind for hours. He dipped his quill again into the well, and placed it back to the paper. "...It's time they knew who they were..." he began scrawling more words across the top of the next section of clean paper, "...it's time, Idge, for all of them to know what they did for us" the candle fire flared a bit brighter as the mans hand finished title across the top of the page....
Chapter 1: The Early Deeds
2nd Day of Kythorn, 1369 (Year of the Gauntlet)
"Now you know Idge..." the man sat back once more and the owl let out another soft "Hoo.." expressing it's exhaustion with the man's procrastination. "...no, no, I am going to finish it tonight, it's just. They didn't start off all together ya know." He cocked his bushy white eyebrow at the owl, "Originally it was Ristra and Bonleo, Ristra was putting her swords to sell hunting down contracts for, well anyone who paid, it wasn't until she met Bonleo and he charmed her that she gave up that life and instead swore to protect Bonleo. Then they ended up meeting the Cousins, Guldrum and Hjolmond, on the road and ended up joining them on their trip back to Shadowdale where they met Vohana and Myth. Ruvenel was actually the last to join the group, and it was several months before they found out about..." he stopped, looking back to Idge and seeing the Owl staring at him blankly. "I get it..." the Wizard summoned a tankard of ale to his hand and took a long draw from it's magically filled contents before making it disappear once more. He put his quill back in the ink and cleaned it's tip once more before putting it back to the papyrus, "I do wonder what it would be like to be there with them..." he allowed his mind to wander, seeing the events through their eyes as if he were there himself....
Laughing and singing could be heard from within the inn as you approach. Lanterns pour yellow pools of light around the three-story building, illuminating the structure's stone and plank construction. A wooden sign, hanging from a metal rod above the main doors, proudly proclaims this establishment to be The Old Skull Inn. Inside, the taproom is alive with activity. Most of the tables are filled with customers, and barmaids wind between them, carrying trays of steaming food. In one corner an older halfling woman plucks a lyre and softly croons an ancient ballad about a long lost love. A few patrons sit nearby, trying in vain to hear the concert. You recognize some of the people here; several merchants sitting near the door raise their mugs in friendly greeting as you enter; several of the patrons recognize you, having sold you wares or services in the past and as you pass they give friendly nods of acknowledgement. An empty table in the southeast corner looks large enough to accommodate your entire group. One of the employees of The Old Skull Inn waves you over to the table and calls out that he'll be there in a few minutes to take your orders. You and your group settle comfortably in the large wooden chairs and wait.
OOC: We will start here, the entire party is fresh off the road, having just returned from escorting a caravan to and from a nearby village as a group. The trip was relatively uneventful, but as we introduce our characters please feel free to play a bit of "and then..." with the story of how the trip went. After we get everyone introduced (and some of us make our first ever post to a PbP game *claps*) I will have adventure approach you all here in the tavern, as it should :D
Bonleo waves to nearby patrons and barmaids. "Well met friends. Come and hear of our most harrowing adventure yet. The tale of the the endangered caravan. And please remember that a dry throat is keen to tell a bland story." Gives an exaggerated wink to a barmaid
Hjolmond walks into the tavern and greets the waves with a smile and a nod. This trip was a test of who he was, actually trusting a goblin. Bah! What was he thinking? He wasn't made to see the bad in creatures, but the good in all things. The beauty of creation, from Moradin's chosen to the hammer on his back. "A bland story from you, bah! As I live and breath, that will never happen."
Hjol ((OOG Pronounced heh-joule, the heh is almost silent... say it quickly lol ))sits down at the table, his back against the wall so he could see the whole inn. He liked to watch everyone drink and be merry, what's the point of life if you can't celebrate every once and awhile?
"Aye, them goblins were sneaky, but what a show of force we have become! I am glad I blessed ye weapon, Ristra. You wielded it with such force, make an old dwarf mum proud you would!" Hjol says with a gruff laugh. Never has one met a dwarf with such a cheery disposition. But he liked to smile and to laugh. With this lot, he's had a lot of that over the last few days. Mistakes aside, they were good company.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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Vohana climbed into a chair and rolled her eyes. She quickly unpacked her books and a journal, setting herself to writing down the events of the day. She had chosen the chair right across from Hjol, so she too could keep her back to the wall. This way, she could keep everything she wrote secret. She was always very careful with her secrets. There were always people around her who wanted to steal those secrets. "Would have been simple if someone hadn't set off that trap," she mumbled to no one in particular.
Ruvenel strides into the tavern waving at everyone. He tosses himself into the nearest chair. "Oi!" He shouts. "No stories 'till I get me rum." He laughs loudly from deep in his belly.
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"It would have been better, but we're all here in one piece. Alive to tell the tale. But who puts skeletons in the ceiling?" Hjol looks over to Ruvenel, "Boy, you need not waste your coin on the watered down rum here, it's the fine dwarven ale that ye want, guarantee that, yeah? That will put a beard on ye hairless face for the ladies to love!"
A warhammer comes off of Hjol's back and is placed on the table in front of him. He pulls out a rag and some oil and starts cleaning the bits of goblin and skeletal dust off of it. Tracing the runes with his fingers, getting into the crevasses for an all-around clean. "If anyone needs their weapons looked after, I can do it later on or tomorrow morning at me shop. A maintenance'd weapon is a safe and happy weapon, aye?"
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Vohana looks up, horrified that weapon cleaning is happening right on the table where they were expected to eat, and even worse, where her books were! "Excuse me," she said, trying to be a friendly as she could be, which is to say, not at all. "Must you do that here? Isn't there a better time and place to clean one's weapons? I don't want... dust and blood... in my food and drink." She hoped speaking slowly would get her point across.
Myth followed Vohana in to the tavern and takes the seat next to her. He nudges her shoulder as she's writing and says "Always with the books, you really should look up more and enjoy the world around you!" he'll wink and then say "and how was I supposed to know it was a trap? it looked harmless to me! If Ristra hadn't distracted me it would have been fine..." and he'll chuckle and order a glass of wine from a passing barmaid.
"Aye, never know when Moradin's might be needed again. All praise to my creator, in service to him I must do this. At least you're out of dem books there, lass." Hjol takes his weapon off the table. She kind of had a point, and most of the cleaning was done anyways. "So, even though we had a couple mishaps I feel like we are thus prepared to take on more jobs together. I like working with ye, Moradin has blessed us by bringing us all together. I say we start a companionship, make some coin and work on this great anvil of life. We could do a lot of good together."
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Myth followed Vohana in to the tavern and takes the seat next to her. He nudges her shoulder as she's writing and says "Always with the books, you really should look up more and enjoy the world around you!" he'll wink and then say "and how was I supposed to know it was a trap? it looked harmless to me! If Rista hadn't distracted me it would have been fine..." and he'll chuckle and order a glass of wine from a passing barmaid.
"I mean, the sign in broken common saying "Dis no trapp" should have been a sign," Hjol says with a smile. It was good to laugh at one's mistakes, but it was even better to learn from them.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Vohana smiles, relieved that the weapon cleaning is done for the moment. She turns her smile, more genuine this time, to her brother. "Well, dear Myth, maybe you shouldn't be staring at her ass." She finished writing the last little bit sitting fresh in her mind, then slowly closes the journal, and starts putting her books away, placing them neatly and safely into her pack. "There, better?"
Myth gives a helpless shrug towards Hjol "indeed we musn't dwell too much on the past, but take those lessons with us as we continue our journey forward through life....next time I'll let YOU open everything" and he'll smile "and as a dwarf I'd expect you to respect your elders a bit more HAHAHAHA"
(OOC - that was an age joke since Myth is the 'oldest' here)
"Bah, I'll respect ye more, elder, when you can drink like a dwarf and not stumble around like a lost puppy dog the next morning." A toothy grin appears underneath Hjol's bushy beard. He hoped his smile hid the fact that he felt just as horrible the next morning, he actually lost one of his repair hammers in their drunken stupor. Who even thinks up a singing drinking game? A wise one, that's who! Blessed by the Creator themselves! Though, this elf CAN drink. But no need for em to know that. Elves always take compliments and run with them, best to keep em humble. "I wouldn't mind opening some more ale right now, my whistle needs wetting and I have a hunger for something warm and meaty."
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Can we take that as an offer for some dwarven ale Hjol?" Looks over at Vohana "You didn't forget the part were i was amazing did you? How I stunned the goblins with my display of swords manship?"
"Oh, right," Vohana said, rolling her eyes once again. "So amazing. How could one forget?" Pulling a clean cloth from her bag, she stood on her chair and began to wipe off the table, shooting a glare at Hjol. Once she was satisfied the table was clean enough to eat from, she sat down with a nod. "No more weapons on the table." As an afterthought, she quickly added, "No shoes either!"
"Bah!What truly matters is that we all made it through together. To laugh and drink it all into memory." Hjol says. "And if we can get some service, aye, I'd like some of that ale as well! Moradin demands I pay tribute by drinking with me brave friends."
Any person of average intelligence knows Moradin does not demand such things, but he definitely doesn't frown upon them. To break stone with friends and family is a tenant of the core faith. These were goodly folk, with a good sense of humor and good heads too.
"Sorry, Vohanna. Thanks for cleaning me area, I know goblin guts aren't entirely a part of a healthy diet. Ale, though..."
"Ale here, we need some ale," Hjol yells over the crowd towards the inn staff.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Pipe down Mond,"(OOG: Hjolmond)"I'm bringing first round now!" Guldrum says as he wipes the froth from his mustache with his arm, setting down his mug. "You make sure this one stays full, aye?" as he shoots a wink and a smile to the barmaid. He drops the mugs onto the table spilling some of the sloshing ale and taking his extra mug. "Sorry 'bout that Miss, but a bit of dust and blood is good for ye," he says reaching a finger back to his greataxe, wiping up some of the blood then licking his finger clean. "See I'm fine! Mond, you'll check this later?" slapping his greataxe. He scratches his beard before reluctantly saying "ye elves aren't so bad this one though," tipping his head towards Bonleo. "strikes quick and disappears, good thing we are on the same side."
Breeze, the Air Genasi Rogue in G.M.O.A.T.S sunless citadel Guldrum, the Dwarf Barbarian in Ye ol' Yarn Spun Legend Baku, the Tortle Bloodhunter in Coliseum of Conquest
Vohana gags at the sight, and struggles against vomiting that last bit of contents of her stomach across the table. "I'll thank you to never do that again, in my presence, you disgusting oaf." She pushes away the drink, suddenly not wanting to put any mug he's touched near her lips. "Well, it was lovely meeting you all, but I think Myth and I should be going, as we are ever so busy." She only hoped her brother would help get her away from these people.
"Oi! 'Twas only a joke, no promises I won't e'er do it again but not tonight, not while we are celebrating, and not in front of ye." he turns to look at the barkeep "Some of yer finest wine for the ladies?" He will grab the mug she pushed away and start to drink that as well as the other. (OOG: Bonleo is a male or female) "I suppose you don't like the fine ale here? How about some wine?" he says with ale dripping off of his mustache into his long red beard braided into two.
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Preface
A candle flares to life and an stern male face comes into view. Tussled white hair and beard hang loosely over his worn brown wizards robe. His eyes dart quickly, belying their truely tired nature, over a papyrus scroll scribbled with black ink which has dried in many phases upon the page; a clear sign of the continued research he had performed on the work. He looked to his right and dipped his fine tipped quill into an inkwell that sat nearby, drawing the tip of the quill across the edge of the of the well to clear it of excess before bringing it over the papyrus. He began to scrawl names with dates next to them in a free space near the middle of the page.
The ink dried quickly, setting into the page as if it belonged there the entire time. Nearby the man's owl familiar let out a soft "Hoo" to which the man replied with a subtle nod, "Of course Idge..." his voice was soft, hoarse, as if he had spoke into a strong wind for hours. He dipped his quill again into the well, and placed it back to the paper. "...It's time they knew who they were..." he began scrawling more words across the top of the next section of clean paper, "...it's time, Idge, for all of them to know what they did for us" the candle fire flared a bit brighter as the mans hand finished title across the top of the page....
Chapter 1: The Early Deeds
2nd Day of Kythorn, 1369 (Year of the Gauntlet)
"Now you know Idge..." the man sat back once more and the owl let out another soft "Hoo.." expressing it's exhaustion with the man's procrastination. "...no, no, I am going to finish it tonight, it's just. They didn't start off all together ya know." He cocked his bushy white eyebrow at the owl, "Originally it was Ristra and Bonleo, Ristra was putting her swords to sell hunting down contracts for, well anyone who paid, it wasn't until she met Bonleo and he charmed her that she gave up that life and instead swore to protect Bonleo. Then they ended up meeting the Cousins, Guldrum and Hjolmond, on the road and ended up joining them on their trip back to Shadowdale where they met Vohana and Myth. Ruvenel was actually the last to join the group, and it was several months before they found out about..." he stopped, looking back to Idge and seeing the Owl staring at him blankly. "I get it..." the Wizard summoned a tankard of ale to his hand and took a long draw from it's magically filled contents before making it disappear once more. He put his quill back in the ink and cleaned it's tip once more before putting it back to the papyrus, "I do wonder what it would be like to be there with them..." he allowed his mind to wander, seeing the events through their eyes as if he were there himself....
Laughing and singing could be heard from within the inn as you approach. Lanterns pour yellow pools of light around the three-story building, illuminating the structure's stone and plank construction. A wooden sign, hanging from a metal rod above the main doors, proudly proclaims this establishment to be The Old Skull Inn. Inside, the taproom is alive with activity. Most of the tables are filled with customers, and barmaids wind between them, carrying trays of steaming food. In one corner an older halfling woman plucks a lyre and softly croons an ancient ballad about a long lost love. A few patrons sit nearby, trying in vain to hear the concert. You recognize some of the people here; several merchants sitting near the door raise their mugs in friendly greeting as you enter; several of the patrons recognize you, having sold you wares or services in the past and as you pass they give friendly nods of acknowledgement. An empty table in the southeast corner looks large enough to accommodate your entire group. One of the employees of The Old Skull Inn waves you over to the table and calls out that he'll be there in a few minutes to take your orders. You and your group settle comfortably in the large wooden chairs and wait.
OOC: We will start here, the entire party is fresh off the road, having just returned from escorting a caravan to and from a nearby village as a group. The trip was relatively uneventful, but as we introduce our characters please feel free to play a bit of "and then..." with the story of how the trip went. After we get everyone introduced (and some of us make our first ever post to a PbP game *claps*) I will have adventure approach you all here in the tavern, as it should :D
Bonleo waves to nearby patrons and barmaids. "Well met friends. Come and hear of our most harrowing adventure yet. The tale of the the endangered caravan. And please remember that a dry throat is keen to tell a bland story." Gives an exaggerated wink to a barmaid
Hjolmond walks into the tavern and greets the waves with a smile and a nod. This trip was a test of who he was, actually trusting a goblin. Bah! What was he thinking? He wasn't made to see the bad in creatures, but the good in all things. The beauty of creation, from Moradin's chosen to the hammer on his back. "A bland story from you, bah! As I live and breath, that will never happen."
Hjol ((OOG Pronounced heh-joule, the heh is almost silent... say it quickly lol ))sits down at the table, his back against the wall so he could see the whole inn. He liked to watch everyone drink and be merry, what's the point of life if you can't celebrate every once and awhile?
"Aye, them goblins were sneaky, but what a show of force we have become! I am glad I blessed ye weapon, Ristra. You wielded it with such force, make an old dwarf mum proud you would!" Hjol says with a gruff laugh. Never has one met a dwarf with such a cheery disposition. But he liked to smile and to laugh. With this lot, he's had a lot of that over the last few days. Mistakes aside, they were good company.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Vohana climbed into a chair and rolled her eyes. She quickly unpacked her books and a journal, setting herself to writing down the events of the day. She had chosen the chair right across from Hjol, so she too could keep her back to the wall. This way, she could keep everything she wrote secret. She was always very careful with her secrets. There were always people around her who wanted to steal those secrets. "Would have been simple if someone hadn't set off that trap," she mumbled to no one in particular.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Ruvenel strides into the tavern waving at everyone. He tosses himself into the nearest chair. "Oi!" He shouts. "No stories 'till I get me rum." He laughs loudly from deep in his belly.
Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP
DM, Kaden Tolgalen
"It would have been better, but we're all here in one piece. Alive to tell the tale. But who puts skeletons in the ceiling?" Hjol looks over to Ruvenel, "Boy, you need not waste your coin on the watered down rum here, it's the fine dwarven ale that ye want, guarantee that, yeah? That will put a beard on ye hairless face for the ladies to love!"
A warhammer comes off of Hjol's back and is placed on the table in front of him. He pulls out a rag and some oil and starts cleaning the bits of goblin and skeletal dust off of it. Tracing the runes with his fingers, getting into the crevasses for an all-around clean. "If anyone needs their weapons looked after, I can do it later on or tomorrow morning at me shop. A maintenance'd weapon is a safe and happy weapon, aye?"
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Vohana looks up, horrified that weapon cleaning is happening right on the table where they were expected to eat, and even worse, where her books were! "Excuse me," she said, trying to be a friendly as she could be, which is to say, not at all. "Must you do that here? Isn't there a better time and place to clean one's weapons? I don't want... dust and blood... in my food and drink." She hoped speaking slowly would get her point across.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Myth followed Vohana in to the tavern and takes the seat next to her. He nudges her shoulder as she's writing and says "Always with the books, you really should look up more and enjoy the world around you!" he'll wink and then say "and how was I supposed to know it was a trap? it looked harmless to me! If Ristra hadn't distracted me it would have been fine..." and he'll chuckle and order a glass of wine from a passing barmaid.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
"Aye, never know when Moradin's might be needed again. All praise to my creator, in service to him I must do this. At least you're out of dem books there, lass." Hjol takes his weapon off the table. She kind of had a point, and most of the cleaning was done anyways. "So, even though we had a couple mishaps I feel like we are thus prepared to take on more jobs together. I like working with ye, Moradin has blessed us by bringing us all together. I say we start a companionship, make some coin and work on this great anvil of life. We could do a lot of good together."
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Vohana smiles, relieved that the weapon cleaning is done for the moment. She turns her smile, more genuine this time, to her brother. "Well, dear Myth, maybe you shouldn't be staring at her ass." She finished writing the last little bit sitting fresh in her mind, then slowly closes the journal, and starts putting her books away, placing them neatly and safely into her pack. "There, better?"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Myth gives a helpless shrug towards Hjol "indeed we musn't dwell too much on the past, but take those lessons with us as we continue our journey forward through life....next time I'll let YOU open everything" and he'll smile "and as a dwarf I'd expect you to respect your elders a bit more HAHAHAHA"
(OOC - that was an age joke since Myth is the 'oldest' here)
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
"Bah, I'll respect ye more, elder, when you can drink like a dwarf and not stumble around like a lost puppy dog the next morning." A toothy grin appears underneath Hjol's bushy beard. He hoped his smile hid the fact that he felt just as horrible the next morning, he actually lost one of his repair hammers in their drunken stupor. Who even thinks up a singing drinking game? A wise one, that's who! Blessed by the Creator themselves! Though, this elf CAN drink. But no need for em to know that. Elves always take compliments and run with them, best to keep em humble. "I wouldn't mind opening some more ale right now, my whistle needs wetting and I have a hunger for something warm and meaty."
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Can we take that as an offer for some dwarven ale Hjol?" Looks over at Vohana "You didn't forget the part were i was amazing did you? How I stunned the goblins with my display of swords manship?"
"Oh, right," Vohana said, rolling her eyes once again. "So amazing. How could one forget?" Pulling a clean cloth from her bag, she stood on her chair and began to wipe off the table, shooting a glare at Hjol. Once she was satisfied the table was clean enough to eat from, she sat down with a nod. "No more weapons on the table." As an afterthought, she quickly added, "No shoes either!"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Ooc: I imagine the display looked something like that old YouTube video of the fat kid wielding a broom. The goblins were more like WTF is this
"Bah! What truly matters is that we all made it through together. To laugh and drink it all into memory." Hjol says. "And if we can get some service, aye, I'd like some of that ale as well! Moradin demands I pay tribute by drinking with me brave friends."
Any person of average intelligence knows Moradin does not demand such things, but he definitely doesn't frown upon them. To break stone with friends and family is a tenant of the core faith. These were goodly folk, with a good sense of humor and good heads too.
"Sorry, Vohanna. Thanks for cleaning me area, I know goblin guts aren't entirely a part of a healthy diet. Ale, though..."
"Ale here, we need some ale," Hjol yells over the crowd towards the inn staff.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Pipe down Mond," (OOG: Hjolmond) "I'm bringing first round now!" Guldrum says as he wipes the froth from his mustache with his arm, setting down his mug. "You make sure this one stays full, aye?" as he shoots a wink and a smile to the barmaid. He drops the mugs onto the table spilling some of the sloshing ale and taking his extra mug. "Sorry 'bout that Miss, but a bit of dust and blood is good for ye," he says reaching a finger back to his greataxe, wiping up some of the blood then licking his finger clean. "See I'm fine! Mond, you'll check this later?" slapping his greataxe. He scratches his beard before reluctantly saying "ye elves aren't so bad this one though," tipping his head towards Bonleo. "strikes quick and disappears, good thing we are on the same side."
Breeze, the Air Genasi Rogue in G.M.O.A.T.S sunless citadel
Guldrum, the Dwarf Barbarian in Ye ol' Yarn Spun Legend
Baku, the Tortle Bloodhunter in Coliseum of Conquest
Vohana gags at the sight, and struggles against vomiting that last bit of contents of her stomach across the table. "I'll thank you to never do that again, in my presence, you disgusting oaf." She pushes away the drink, suddenly not wanting to put any mug he's touched near her lips. "Well, it was lovely meeting you all, but I think Myth and I should be going, as we are ever so busy." She only hoped her brother would help get her away from these people.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
"Oi! 'Twas only a joke, no promises I won't e'er do it again but not tonight, not while we are celebrating, and not in front of ye." he turns to look at the barkeep "Some of yer finest wine for the ladies?" He will grab the mug she pushed away and start to drink that as well as the other. (OOG: Bonleo is a male or female) "I suppose you don't like the fine ale here? How about some wine?" he says with ale dripping off of his mustache into his long red beard braided into two.
Breeze, the Air Genasi Rogue in G.M.O.A.T.S sunless citadel
Guldrum, the Dwarf Barbarian in Ye ol' Yarn Spun Legend
Baku, the Tortle Bloodhunter in Coliseum of Conquest