Scarlet starts to walk back to her table and realizes that here is more people there than when she left it. So walks over and introduces herself Hello my name is Scarlet, what's yours?
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
"why, hello again scarlet." Yerandell says with a smile, "we were just talking to this lizardfolk. He seems to have met or even saved another dwarf not far from here" he fills her in on the rest of what had happened since she had delivered the story to the kindly chef.
“Hmm cake does not have flesh right? If not I’ll pass.” He says to both, and then looks over at cloud.
“The enlarged pebble I knew was in a town, then a temple, then the stomach of a zombie. Somewhere along the sword coast, but this was a few months ago.” Feyzilla says while eyeing the tabaxi curiously. “I’m glad to see another tailed one here, even though you’re hairy and warm”
Feyzilla then glances over to Scarlett, and throws a literal bone her way. “Here, for your confusion” and offers no explanation as his eyes dart over to the door. “How long has it been since I’ve checked on my chickens? I don’t want another mutiny...”
The door creaks open to reveal a gaunt, mysterious figure clad in loose robes bearing a tome in his right hand and carrying a rather ornate padlocked box off to his left side, his eyes concealed by his low-hanging hood. A few stray locks of silvery hair hang down onto his chest. He slowly wades into the tavern, glancing about from underneath his hood. He seems awfully conscious of his box, keeping it rather awkwardly close to his body. He settles down at the bar, placing the locked box carefully in front of him. His left hand raises up into the air in a loose fist. He holds this fist for a brief moment while muttering something, and then places his hand on the bar and opens it to reveal a gold coin. He peers back towards the door from underneath his hood before motioning for the barkeep.
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Thekla confidently heads over to the Lizardsfolk and waves her paw at him, kindly smiling. "Hey, we actually have meat filled pastries too, if that's what you prefer. Otherwise you can have a butter dove, or two. Whatever strikes your fancy. Also, if it is too cold for you here, my nephew can make a fire in the fireplace, so you have it comfortably warm."
Scarlet whispers to Yerandell saying Whats up with that edge lord over there? She points at the hooded man at the bar.
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
"Not sure, he just came in and it looked like he summoned a gold coin out of thin air. I think he looks like he could use a friend." And with that, he walks over to the bar. "Why, hello sir, you were so quiet I didn't even notice you come in. Yerandell at your service, for singing, dancing, or digging. And may I inquire what you might be called?"
Feyzilla looks at Thekla confused “Are you related to this one in some way? All that hair” and motions over to cloud. “And yes, I would enjoy to watch your nephew become a living flame. It is now my dream” Feyzilla saunters over the fireplace and waits.
The man glances over to Yerandell and croaks "They call me Vilindrimor," he then pauses for a moment and taps his box gently. While looking over the box he says "I'm in no need of any services beyond a pint at the moment." He then looks Yerandell in the eyes before uttering "I'm just waiting for somebody, you see?" with a slow rhythm and a creaky tone. At this distance his scar-tissue and burn ridden face and vibrant violet eyes are visible. His skin as pale as porcelain with a bluish tinge, the man is clearly of Elven descent. His mannerisms have a hint of awkwardness and anxiety about them. He also appears to be gently shaking underneath his robes. He's not very comfortable here.
With his book and box resting on the table he looks away from Yerandell and begins muttering in strange tongues with an outstretched arm. His sleeve begins to widen and loosen before Yerandell's eyes and a long cane snakes its way out from the sleeve. He gently lowers his arm as the cane slides out and catches it just as the bottom of it touches the floor. He leans onto the cane a bit and his shaking eases.
"Are you alright sir? You seem to be under duress. Are you sure you don't need a bed?" Yerandell asks with a concerned look on his face. "Are you running from anything? Your magic seems strong enough to heal you, but it is not doing anything if you have that proficiency. DId you travel far? The dwarf suddenly bellows like an avalanche, "Can this man get some help here, he looks as though cursed!"
Vilindrimor looks up in alarm, his entire body tensed. "Hush, Dwarf." he says in a much sharper and energetic voice than before. He then catches himself and abruptly relaxes, he even gently laughs a bit. "Haven't you ever seen an old elf before?" he utters in his usual slow, low, and creaky tone. "I promise you I'm doing just fine... I'm just a bit tired is all." He looks away from Yerandell and eyes up the door yet again. "It's been a long road."
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"I apologize, I thought you lot liked to keep yourselves looking young, so I have never known or heard of an old elf. I do have a cousin though whose granddad who fought alongside an elf, he wasn't that old though."
"Yes, well..." Vilindrimor lowers his head and begins speaking in hushed tones. "I may very well be cursed as you said," he says peering around nervously. "But." he perks up. "This uh...this box" he says giving it a few taps. "This box may contain a solution. I'm just waiting on the fellow with the key."
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"well, when is he expected to arrive? If He doesn't show up, I have a crowbar, or we have a giant in the corner, in case you're blind, which you don't seem to be, but still. Is the box magically protected?"
Drawn by Yerandell's shout, Cloud says If you would give me just a moment and walks over to the bar. She arrives in time to hear the rest of the exchange, and greets the elderly elf. Hello, I'm Cloud. Would you like something to eat or drink while you wait? I would recommend the cake, personally, but they have a large variety of food. (OOC: And you know what, yes I have become rather obsessed with the cake. Cake is good.)
Adalwulf smiles at the Lizardfolk's words "I won't light myself up, I'm sorry. I will light up the fireplace tho." He proceeds to put logs into the fireplace, one by one, because they are rather heavy, and he's just a 2ft kind of guy. He whispers in Sylvan "Mother, give us warmth." and the fireplace springs to life. (Druidcraft)
Feyzilla smiles “I understand, last I caught aflame, I did not enjoy it, perhaps we can compromise...” and Feyzilla’s eyes glow orange as he becomes a living flame before Adawulf’s eyes, and then the same happens to Adawulf.
OOC: Phantasmal Force on both feyzilla and adawulf, purely the visual effect no pain or anything.
Vilindrimor looks towards Cloud "Some ale would...eh you know what I'll have some tea if you happen to have some." He grabs the coin he left on the bar and stretches it out towards Cloud in an open palm. "Will this suffice?"
Vilindrimor appears notably more relaxed than he was upon first venturing into the tavern.
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Scarlet starts to walk back to her table and realizes that here is more people there than when she left it. So walks over and introduces herself Hello my name is Scarlet, what's yours?
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
"why, hello again scarlet." Yerandell says with a smile, "we were just talking to this lizardfolk. He seems to have met or even saved another dwarf not far from here" he fills her in on the rest of what had happened since she had delivered the story to the kindly chef.
“Hmm cake does not have flesh right? If not I’ll pass.” He says to both, and then looks over at cloud.
“The enlarged pebble I knew was in a town, then a temple, then the stomach of a zombie. Somewhere along the sword coast, but this was a few months ago.” Feyzilla says while eyeing the tabaxi curiously. “I’m glad to see another tailed one here, even though you’re hairy and warm”
Feyzilla then glances over to Scarlett, and throws a literal bone her way. “Here, for your confusion” and offers no explanation as his eyes dart over to the door. “How long has it been since I’ve checked on my chickens? I don’t want another mutiny...”
The door creaks open to reveal a gaunt, mysterious figure clad in loose robes bearing a tome in his right hand and carrying a rather ornate padlocked box off to his left side, his eyes concealed by his low-hanging hood. A few stray locks of silvery hair hang down onto his chest. He slowly wades into the tavern, glancing about from underneath his hood. He seems awfully conscious of his box, keeping it rather awkwardly close to his body. He settles down at the bar, placing the locked box carefully in front of him. His left hand raises up into the air in a loose fist. He holds this fist for a brief moment while muttering something, and then places his hand on the bar and opens it to reveal a gold coin. He peers back towards the door from underneath his hood before motioning for the barkeep.
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Player in: Dark Omens
Thekla confidently heads over to the Lizardsfolk and waves her paw at him, kindly smiling. "Hey, we actually have meat filled pastries too, if that's what you prefer. Otherwise you can have a butter dove, or two. Whatever strikes your fancy. Also, if it is too cold for you here, my nephew can make a fire in the fireplace, so you have it comfortably warm."
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Scarlet whispers to Yerandell saying Whats up with that edge lord over there? She points at the hooded man at the bar.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
"Not sure, he just came in and it looked like he summoned a gold coin out of thin air. I think he looks like he could use a friend." And with that, he walks over to the bar. "Why, hello sir, you were so quiet I didn't even notice you come in. Yerandell at your service, for singing, dancing, or digging. And may I inquire what you might be called?"
Feyzilla looks at Thekla confused “Are you related to this one in some way? All that hair” and motions over to cloud. “And yes, I would enjoy to watch your nephew become a living flame. It is now my dream” Feyzilla saunters over the fireplace and waits.
The man glances over to Yerandell and croaks "They call me Vilindrimor," he then pauses for a moment and taps his box gently. While looking over the box he says "I'm in no need of any services beyond a pint at the moment." He then looks Yerandell in the eyes before uttering "I'm just waiting for somebody, you see?" with a slow rhythm and a creaky tone. At this distance his scar-tissue and burn ridden face and vibrant violet eyes are visible. His skin as pale as porcelain with a bluish tinge, the man is clearly of Elven descent. His mannerisms have a hint of awkwardness and anxiety about them. He also appears to be gently shaking underneath his robes. He's not very comfortable here.
With his book and box resting on the table he looks away from Yerandell and begins muttering in strange tongues with an outstretched arm. His sleeve begins to widen and loosen before Yerandell's eyes and a long cane snakes its way out from the sleeve. He gently lowers his arm as the cane slides out and catches it just as the bottom of it touches the floor. He leans onto the cane a bit and his shaking eases.
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Player in: Dark Omens
"Are you alright sir? You seem to be under duress. Are you sure you don't need a bed?" Yerandell asks with a concerned look on his face. "Are you running from anything? Your magic seems strong enough to heal you, but it is not doing anything if you have that proficiency. DId you travel far? The dwarf suddenly bellows like an avalanche, "Can this man get some help here, he looks as though cursed!"
Vilindrimor looks up in alarm, his entire body tensed. "Hush, Dwarf." he says in a much sharper and energetic voice than before. He then catches himself and abruptly relaxes, he even gently laughs a bit. "Haven't you ever seen an old elf before?" he utters in his usual slow, low, and creaky tone. "I promise you I'm doing just fine... I'm just a bit tired is all." He looks away from Yerandell and eyes up the door yet again. "It's been a long road."
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"I apologize, I thought you lot liked to keep yourselves looking young, so I have never known or heard of an old elf. I do have a cousin though whose granddad who fought alongside an elf, he wasn't that old though."
"Yes, well..." Vilindrimor lowers his head and begins speaking in hushed tones. "I may very well be cursed as you said," he says peering around nervously. "But." he perks up. "This uh...this box" he says giving it a few taps. "This box may contain a solution. I'm just waiting on the fellow with the key."
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"well, when is he expected to arrive? If He doesn't show up, I have a crowbar, or we have a giant in the corner, in case you're blind, which you don't seem to be, but still. Is the box magically protected?"
"Aye, it is magically protected. Very potent magic, too." Vilindrimor frowns. He looks towards the door and says "He should be here pretty soon."
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" Well, is there anything else that you might require? I deem to remember a wizard being here, but cannot be sure if he still is here or not."
Drawn by Yerandell's shout, Cloud says If you would give me just a moment and walks over to the bar. She arrives in time to hear the rest of the exchange, and greets the elderly elf. Hello, I'm Cloud. Would you like something to eat or drink while you wait? I would recommend the cake, personally, but they have a large variety of food. (OOC: And you know what, yes I have become rather obsessed with the cake. Cake is good.)
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Adalwulf smiles at the Lizardfolk's words "I won't light myself up, I'm sorry. I will light up the fireplace tho." He proceeds to put logs into the fireplace, one by one, because they are rather heavy, and he's just a 2ft kind of guy. He whispers in Sylvan "Mother, give us warmth." and the fireplace springs to life. (Druidcraft)
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Feyzilla smiles “I understand, last I caught aflame, I did not enjoy it, perhaps we can compromise...” and Feyzilla’s eyes glow orange as he becomes a living flame before Adawulf’s eyes, and then the same happens to Adawulf.
OOC: Phantasmal Force on both feyzilla and adawulf, purely the visual effect no pain or anything.
Vilindrimor looks towards Cloud "Some ale would...eh you know what I'll have some tea if you happen to have some." He grabs the coin he left on the bar and stretches it out towards Cloud in an open palm. "Will this suffice?"
Vilindrimor appears notably more relaxed than he was upon first venturing into the tavern.
DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Player in: Dark Omens