As Sergeant Sloan is reading, a beautiful wealthy-looking young female human enters the room. She feels the stares of the people and thinks many of them look at her in disgust since she a rich girl who should not be mingling with commoners. Then the group with Sergeant Sloan catches her eye. "Is this the hero's call group?" she asks. The party looks at her to see a teenager in armor and a black hooded cape with a fancy sword on her back.
Given the situation in Freeport, probably no one would take much notice of a tall (5'9") blond human woman milling in the crowd, were it not for the facts that:
1. She's dressed head to toe in pink. Pink silk frilly shirt, pink slacks with pink embroidery, wide brimmed pink hat, pink boots and pink umbrella that she clutches as if it were a weapon.
2. She holds herself with an air of nobility. Erect posture, looking down her nose, impeccably polite and impeccable makeup.
3. With a noble (think "British upper class") accent, she asks for directions: "Excuse me. Could you please direct me to the Swann Inn? Thank you very much."
When she gets to the inn, she assesses the establishment as to whether she thinks the food is good or dubious by the smell and appearance of the clientelle before ordering anything, and listens to the crowd. She makes her way through the crowd toward memtions of "Sergeant Sloan", until she's around the table with the Sergeant and the rest of the party.
At the appropriate time (like "Is there anyone else" or such), she says (in a high class, like upper class english):
"Excuse me. My name is Primrose, Primrose Perianth of the Perianth Clan. I've come to offer aid, if you'll have me."
(OOC: I have screenshots from the Chat program IMVU that I can post to give a better idea what she looks like.)
Given the situation in Freeport, probably no one would take much notice of a tall (5'9") blond human woman milling in the crowd, were it not for the facts that:
1. She's dressed head to toe in pink. Pink silk frilly shirt, pink slacks with pink embroidery, wide brimmed pink hat, pink boots and pink umbrella that she clutches as if it were a weapon.
2. She holds herself with an air of nobility. Erect posture, looking down her nose, impeccably polite and impeccable makeup.
3. With a noble (think "British upper class") accent, she asks for directions: "Excuse me. Could you please direct me to the Swann Inn? Thank you very much."
When she gets to the inn, she assesses the establishment as to whether she thinks the food is good or dubious by the smell and appearance of the clientelle before ordering anything, and listens to the crowd. She makes her way through the crowd toward memtions of "Sergeant Sloan", until she's around the table with the Sergeant and the rest of the party.
At the appropriate time (like "Is there anyone else" or such), she says (in a high class, like upper class english):
"Excuse me. My name is Primrose, Primrose Perianth of the Perianth Clan. I've come to offer aid, if you'll have me."
(OOC: I have screenshots from the Chat program IMVU that I can post to give a better idea what she looks like.)
Waltz looks at the finely dressed human and looks distasteful. "What can you bring to the table?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Misha looks at Primrose and eyes widen at the extravagant and pretty human all decked out in pink. “Oh my! You look wonderful!”
Waltz rolls his eyes and looks at Primrose, "I've seen soldiers come and go. Some were brave. Some were honest. Some were even heroic. But you are not a soldier."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Skorli looks thoughtfully at the new arrivals, and addresses Waltz.
"Ah now, laddie, dinna judge a scroll by its case. Believe it or not, some have misjudged me due to me stature... they soon learned their mistake. I admits the Lady Perianth don't exactly look like yer typical axe-wielding grunt, but I'd be surprised if she ain't got a few tricks up 'er frilly sleeves."
Okay. Six mugs of dark ale, two bowls of vegetable stew, and three bowls of meat stew are still available.
"Welcome, one and all," Sergeant Sloan says as he pulls his bowl of meat stew closer. "The Frelian Defense Forces can use all the help they can get against this goblin menace. From what I understand, over eight thousand goblins, hobgoblins, and bugbears are headed this way, coming from the hills northeast of here. They have one very strong warlord leading them, and it is rumored he is allied with the Dark Lord himself. So, we may be up against more than just goblins." He begins eating the hearty stew provided by Leokorlis's generosity.
Rhi pipes up. "Yes sir, I've fought them and they all have one thing in common. They fight to the last goblin. For goblins they have a surprising resilience. We tried routing them but I personally still had several squads fight to the end. Very strange for goblinkind."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“That is quite unfortunate. Hopefully we can avenge what you lost” Xienuty looks to Waltz with sympathy as he says this. “Do we know what they are after? I agree with Skorli about goblins only wanting to take, and it seems that they are out for more than just riches?” Xienuty turns back to Waltz and asks him directly, “did the goblins raid on the side of burning down your town?”
After finishing his questions, Xienuty reaches for a mug and starts to down the strong drink.
"Sounds like these goblins are tough and driven," Sergeant Sloan says between spoonfulls of stew. "I would suggest we try to take out the warlord; then the goblins will most likely lose the urge to fight. Or we could capture one of the division captains and see what information we can get from it, find out if they really are allied with the Dark Lord or not."
Has everyone finished eating? We may be on travel rations from here on out...Leokoris wipes her face with a napkin.
Is there a choke point like a bridge in their path where we can slow them up and kill some of them? Do they all walk across country, or do some of them need roads? And has anyone raided their camps at night? Welcome, Lady Primrose. Hitting goblins on the head with a hammer is my job. Cutting through them with a blade is the for the honourable Waltz. There are other ways, of course, and I think between us we will know them all, yes?
"Sounds like these goblins are tough and driven," Sergeant Sloan says between spoonfulls of stew. "I would suggest we try to take out the warlord; then the goblins will most likely lose the urge to fight. Or we could capture one of the division captains and see what information we can get from it, find out if they really are allied with the Dark Lord or not."
Waltz looks over and sits up. "The warlord is mine."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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As Sergeant Sloan is reading, a beautiful wealthy-looking young female human enters the room. She feels the stares of the people and thinks many of them look at her in disgust since she a rich girl who should not be mingling with commoners. Then the group with Sergeant Sloan catches her eye. "Is this the hero's call group?" she asks. The party looks at her to see a teenager in armor and a black hooded cape with a fancy sword on her back.
Given the situation in Freeport, probably no one would take much notice of a tall (5'9") blond human woman milling in the crowd, were it not for the facts that:
1. She's dressed head to toe in pink. Pink silk frilly shirt, pink slacks with pink embroidery, wide brimmed pink hat, pink boots and pink umbrella that she clutches as if it were a weapon.
2. She holds herself with an air of nobility. Erect posture, looking down her nose, impeccably polite and impeccable makeup.
3. With a noble (think "British upper class") accent, she asks for directions: "Excuse me. Could you please direct me to the Swann Inn? Thank you very much."
When she gets to the inn, she assesses the establishment as to whether she thinks the food is good or dubious by the smell and appearance of the clientelle before ordering anything, and listens to the crowd. She makes her way through the crowd toward memtions of "Sergeant Sloan", until she's around the table with the Sergeant and the rest of the party.
At the appropriate time (like "Is there anyone else" or such), she says (in a high class, like upper class english):
"Excuse me. My name is Primrose, Primrose Perianth of the Perianth Clan. I've come to offer aid, if you'll have me."
(OOC: I have screenshots from the Chat program IMVU that I can post to give a better idea what she looks like.)
Waltz looks at the finely dressed human and looks distasteful. "What can you bring to the table?"
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Misha looks at Primrose and eyes widen at the extravagant and pretty human all decked out in pink. “Oh my! You look wonderful!”
Waltz rolls his eyes and looks at Primrose, "I've seen soldiers come and go. Some were brave. Some were honest. Some were even heroic. But you are not a soldier."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Skorli looks thoughtfully at the new arrivals, and addresses Waltz.
"Ah now, laddie, dinna judge a scroll by its case. Believe it or not, some have misjudged me due to me stature... they soon learned their mistake. I admits the Lady Perianth don't exactly look like yer typical axe-wielding grunt, but I'd be surprised if she ain't got a few tricks up 'er frilly sleeves."
Okay. Six mugs of dark ale, two bowls of vegetable stew, and three bowls of meat stew are still available.
"Welcome, one and all," Sergeant Sloan says as he pulls his bowl of meat stew closer. "The Frelian Defense Forces can use all the help they can get against this goblin menace. From what I understand, over eight thousand goblins, hobgoblins, and bugbears are headed this way, coming from the hills northeast of here. They have one very strong warlord leading them, and it is rumored he is allied with the Dark Lord himself. So, we may be up against more than just goblins." He begins eating the hearty stew provided by Leokorlis's generosity.
Misha scrunches her button-nose at heating the large number of goblins heading their way.
”8,000 is a lot. Are we taking that army on or are we going to circumvent as many as possible and take down the leaders?”
Rhi pipes up. "Yes sir, I've fought them and they all have one thing in common. They fight to the last goblin. For goblins they have a surprising resilience. We tried routing them but I personally still had several squads fight to the end. Very strange for goblinkind."
"I've noticed this as well. They kept on fighting when obviously outnumbered, until they burnt my village."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“That is quite unfortunate. Hopefully we can avenge what you lost” Xienuty looks to Waltz with sympathy as he says this. “Do we know what they are after? I agree with Skorli about goblins only wanting to take, and it seems that they are out for more than just riches?” Xienuty turns back to Waltz and asks him directly, “did the goblins raid on the side of burning down your town?”
After finishing his questions, Xienuty reaches for a mug and starts to down the strong drink.
"Sounds like these goblins are tough and driven," Sergeant Sloan says between spoonfulls of stew. "I would suggest we try to take out the warlord; then the goblins will most likely lose the urge to fight. Or we could capture one of the division captains and see what information we can get from it, find out if they really are allied with the Dark Lord or not."
Has everyone finished eating? We may be on travel rations from here on out...Leokoris wipes her face with a napkin.
Is there a choke point like a bridge in their path where we can slow them up and kill some of them? Do they all walk across country, or do some of them need roads? And has anyone raided their camps at night? Welcome, Lady Primrose. Hitting goblins on the head with a hammer is my job. Cutting through them with a blade is the for the honourable Waltz. There are other ways, of course, and I think between us we will know them all, yes?
Waltz looks over and sits up. "The warlord is mine."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
hey guys! anybody want a heal gem -takes one out of her bag to show the group-
*Have you introduced your character yet?*
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*ah right*
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Waltz groans and looks over. "What are your skills? There's no other reason why you should be here other than fighting goblins, you know."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.