Following behind the vocal Dragonborn, not too far away was a lone Dark Elf. Silver hair and blood red eyes, he wore a dark cloak with silver fur and some loose pants and had no shirt to cover his chest.
“Hm…I see…you are…buying a drink for me…”
Basal seemed to have a slow and pausing way of speaking as he sits next to Asshrak. He eyes over to the two speaking, and seems to pull his mask up higher. It was a black mask, seemingly to hide a hideous scar on his face
While blending in with all the common folks Maverick a tiefling druid slowly makes his way to the inn. He takes a seat, grabs an ale and for a few minutes he casually looks around to see what he can see
Basal seemed hesitant to ask, his hands grasped tightly around a drink infront of him. He didn’t drink it, just looked at it. The Dark Elf looked to the bearded man behind the bar, Basal in comparison was lean and scrawny
”Looking…for hunt….”
He glanced over to the Dragonborn’s direction. Checking to see if this response was an appropriate one
After listening in and watching Maverick gets up from his chair walks up behind Basal and Asshrak and steps in between them, stares forward and says
” Be careful, hunting for fame sometimes puts you in a spotlight your shoulders may not be able to support my friend. Now ADVENTURE! Yes I will toast to that if you are willing to add another to your group”
and then he grabs Basals full drink holds it up and downs all of it. Then he walks back to his table, sits down and just waits.
Basal stares at this person who came from behind. He didn’t say anything and just calmly listened. His eyes were squinting a majority of the time due to the lights in the surface world
”I see…you are…knowledgeable about hunts…adventuring?”
Basal ‘s hands pulled back to his side as he took his drink and downed it. He didn’t seem too irritated about it, and just looked to him with genuine curiosity
Mavericks silver eyes look at Basal and with in a light hearted serious sarcastic jokingly way give a extra large smile with his grey skin, stands up and draws awkward attention to Basil and Asshrak and loudly but not yelling says
” knowledgeable? Nah, just heard my fare share of stories my friend. Sometimes it’s smarter to listen to stories then it is to rush into something for fame. Isn’t that right? “
Then He then hold up his drink as some onlookers cheer and then he just sits back down and smiles as he NON threatening just looks at Basial and Asshrak.
A man stands up from a corner table and approaches the bar. He’s about 5’10” and is dressed in plain looking robes. He has his hood up and a scarf covering the lower portion of his face. He appears to be human, but his green eyes are somewhat off. He stands next to the group having this discussion and says, “I’m never one to turn down a free drink. Barkeep a mug of mead, on this fine gentleman.” He says as he motions towards Asshrak. “Thank you friend.” “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversssation. I can’t help but wonder who it is you’re looking to hunt?” He’ll turn and look Maverick, “Perhapsss, having an experienced hunter in the group would be to your advantage.”
Basal said as he glanced around the room, seeing everyone cheer in a bit of surprise. He wondered how he was able to invoke such applause from others. His ears twitched a little, while Maverick sat back down
”You are…a collector…of stories…yes?”
Basal asked, he did seem a bit a uncomfortable. People do tend to give him wary looks and angry glanced. Dark Elves are notoriously vicious and violent. Basal tapped the counter in a rhythmic beat, strange for his stoic behavior. Basal turned to the other man that sat down. Since the question was asked to Maverick and not him he didn’t say a word. Just a blank stare. But he did nod when he asked about needing an experienced hunter
Maverick looks at the new comer, walks up to him slowly and says
“Human built and green eyes, what makes you think (slowly reaches behind his back, and slowly runs his fingers over the Handel of his weapon) you have the skills that we need, what makes you think we will just say yes, (the 2lock eyes) and what in the hell makes you think I even like you?! because I don’t Eskee!” Maverick whips out his hand from behind his back, give a big smile and wraps it around Eskee and says “It’s been way to long my friend, your company is always welcome, sit and join me”
Asshrak looks confused, not quite putting together what just happened. He shrugs and finishes another mug of ale.
”Well, you two seem to know each other. I too think it would be wonderful to add this fine man to our group.”
He then turns to Basal.
“My my, the crowd sure seemed to love you accepting, ah, what was his name… Eskee was it, into the group!” He then turns to the barkeep. ”Barkeep! Another round for me and my friend here! Turning back to basal he says, “I think we’re going to get along quite nicely.”
When Maverick approaches and reaches his hand behind his back Eskee brings his hands in front of him and starts to move them in a pattern. Anyone familiar with the arcane recognizes the beginnings of a spell. Eskee stops short of casting a spell once he realizes who Maverick is.
“It’sss alwaysss nice to see a familiar face,” he says looking at Maverick.
Eskee turns to Asshrak and says, “Yesss, Maverick helped me out sssometime ago when I was tracked a bounty to his town.”
Turning to the group he says, “Thisss isss a good group.”
The barkeeper fills up six large mugs with ale and takes it to the table, carrying three mugs in each large, beefy hand. "Looking for a hunt, ay? Plenty of monsters to be found around here," he says setting the ale on the table without spilling a drop. "Dragons and orcs in the Copper Mountains north of here. More dragons and their kin in Dracolia to the east, on the other side of the Great Forest of Melzaria. It is said a blue dragon lives in the Desert of the Ancients to the south. You folk probably aren't ready for dragons yet, though. I'd stick to hunting the goblins that live in the hills and plains around here. I hear a village is eight days travel southwest of here, on the other side of the Hilly Wood. They need help with a little goblin problem there. Who knows what you might run into traipsing through the wood?
"And then there's always the Twin Towers a couple of days northwest of here," he continues, wiping his hands on his apron. "Not many monsters that way, but a lot of travelers and treasure hunters hoping for fame and glory go there. Very few return."
Basal looked back at the crowd with a bit of curiosity. He had originally believed it was Maverick’s statement that brought the cheering, not his acceptance since he talked in a low volume. The Dark Elf looked at the cup placed infront of him. His hands wrapped around it, as he stared at it for a few moments
”….Thank you…..”
Basal nods at the prospect of getting along, but it seemed like he twisted it as to be effective together. The Dark Elf pulled his mask a bit down, revealing a huge scar on his lip revealing his teeth as if he was in a permanent snarl. He sipped the drink lightly, and placed it back down. No reaction from the drink, but his face contorted as if it wasn’t pleasant
“Group…? I see…we are…Mercenaries…”
Basal listened to both of the options and nodded along, listening intently with his hands carefully cupped around the drink. Once the bearded man was finished he looked to the others for their opinions on what to do
Asshrak think for a moment. Fame and glory, and riches, or the dirty work of fighting… a hard decision. Places where no one returns from were his specialty, but who knows what the townsfolk may gift in return for helping them with their goblin problem? His face looks like he is pondering the question hard, when he notices the scar on Basal’s face, and can’t help himself.
”May I ask where that scar comes from?” He says in a quieter voice than a usual, not wanting to draw attention to himself and Basal more than there already is.
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Following behind the vocal Dragonborn, not too far away was a lone Dark Elf. Silver hair and blood red eyes, he wore a dark cloak with silver fur and some loose pants and had no shirt to cover his chest.
“Hm…I see…you are…buying a drink for me…”
Basal seemed to have a slow and pausing way of speaking as he sits next to Asshrak. He eyes over to the two speaking, and seems to pull his mask up higher. It was a black mask, seemingly to hide a hideous scar on his face
"What sort of work are looking for?" the muscular, bearded man behind the bar asks as he cleans a mug with a rag.
While blending in with all the common folks Maverick a tiefling druid slowly makes his way to the inn. He takes a seat, grabs an ale and for a few minutes he casually looks around to see what he can see
I look to both of the new people next to me.
“Are either of you going to answer this fine man’s question about work, or should I supply an answer for the three of us?”
He waits for a moment to see if anyone else supplies an answer, while drinking deeply from a mug of ale.
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Basal seemed hesitant to ask, his hands grasped tightly around a drink infront of him. He didn’t drink it, just looked at it. The Dark Elf looked to the bearded man behind the bar, Basal in comparison was lean and scrawny
”Looking…for hunt….”
He glanced over to the Dragonborn’s direction. Checking to see if this response was an appropriate one
Asshrak looks back at basal and nods.
“Yes! A hunt! For fame and glory, a monster to slay!”
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After listening in and watching Maverick gets up from his chair walks up behind Basal and Asshrak and steps in between them, stares forward and says
” Be careful, hunting for fame sometimes puts you in a spotlight your shoulders may not be able to support my friend. Now ADVENTURE! Yes I will toast to that if you are willing to add another to your group”
and then he grabs Basals full drink holds it up and downs all of it. Then he walks back to his table, sits down and just waits.
Basal stares at this person who came from behind. He didn’t say anything and just calmly listened. His eyes were squinting a majority of the time due to the lights in the surface world
”I see…you are…knowledgeable about hunts…adventuring?”
Basal ‘s hands pulled back to his side as he took his drink and downed it. He didn’t seem too irritated about it, and just looked to him with genuine curiosity
Mavericks silver eyes look at Basal and with in a light hearted serious sarcastic jokingly way give a extra large smile with his grey skin, stands up and draws awkward attention to Basil and Asshrak and loudly but not yelling says
” knowledgeable? Nah, just heard my fare share of stories my friend. Sometimes it’s smarter to listen to stories then it is to rush into something for fame. Isn’t that right? “
Then He then hold up his drink as some onlookers cheer and then he just sits back down and smiles as he NON threatening just looks at Basial and Asshrak.
A man stands up from a corner table and approaches the bar. He’s about 5’10” and is dressed in plain looking robes. He has his hood up and a scarf covering the lower portion of his face. He appears to be human, but his green eyes are somewhat off.
He stands next to the group having this discussion and says, “I’m never one to turn down a free drink. Barkeep a mug of mead, on this fine gentleman.” He says as he motions towards Asshrak. “Thank you friend.”
“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversssation. I can’t help but wonder who it is you’re looking to hunt?” He’ll turn and look Maverick, “Perhapsss, having an experienced hunter in the group would be to your advantage.”
“Perhaps…you are right…everyone seemed…to agree…”
Basal said as he glanced around the room, seeing everyone cheer in a bit of surprise. He wondered how he was able to invoke such applause from others. His ears twitched a little, while Maverick sat back down
”You are…a collector…of stories…yes?”
Basal asked, he did seem a bit a uncomfortable. People do tend to give him wary looks and angry glanced. Dark Elves are notoriously vicious and violent. Basal tapped the counter in a rhythmic beat, strange for his stoic behavior.
Basal turned to the other man that sat down. Since the question was asked to Maverick and not him he didn’t say a word. Just a blank stare. But he did nod when he asked about needing an experienced hunter
Maverick looks at the new comer, walks up to him slowly and says
“Human built and green eyes, what makes you think (slowly reaches behind his back, and slowly runs his fingers over the Handel of his weapon) you have the skills that we need, what makes you think we will just say yes, (the 2lock eyes) and what in the hell makes you think I even like you?! because I don’t Eskee!” Maverick whips out his hand from behind his back, give a big smile and wraps it around Eskee and says “It’s been way to long my friend, your company is always welcome, sit and join me”
Asshrak looks confused, not quite putting together what just happened. He shrugs and finishes another mug of ale.
”Well, you two seem to know each other. I too think it would be wonderful to add this fine man to our group.”
He then turns to Basal.
“My my, the crowd sure seemed to love you accepting, ah, what was his name… Eskee was it, into the group!” He then turns to the barkeep. ”Barkeep! Another round for me and my friend here! Turning back to basal he says, “I think we’re going to get along quite nicely.”
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When Maverick approaches and reaches his hand behind his back Eskee brings his hands in front of him and starts to move them in a pattern. Anyone familiar with the arcane recognizes the beginnings of a spell. Eskee stops short of casting a spell once he realizes who Maverick is.
“It’sss alwaysss nice to see a familiar face,” he says looking at Maverick.
Eskee turns to Asshrak and says, “Yesss, Maverick helped me out sssometime ago when I was tracked a bounty to his town.”
Turning to the group he says, “Thisss isss a good group.”
The barkeeper fills up six large mugs with ale and takes it to the table, carrying three mugs in each large, beefy hand. "Looking for a hunt, ay? Plenty of monsters to be found around here," he says setting the ale on the table without spilling a drop. "Dragons and orcs in the Copper Mountains north of here. More dragons and their kin in Dracolia to the east, on the other side of the Great Forest of Melzaria. It is said a blue dragon lives in the Desert of the Ancients to the south. You folk probably aren't ready for dragons yet, though. I'd stick to hunting the goblins that live in the hills and plains around here. I hear a village is eight days travel southwest of here, on the other side of the Hilly Wood. They need help with a little goblin problem there. Who knows what you might run into traipsing through the wood?
"And then there's always the Twin Towers a couple of days northwest of here," he continues, wiping his hands on his apron. "Not many monsters that way, but a lot of travelers and treasure hunters hoping for fame and glory go there. Very few return."
“Did they…?”
Basal looked back at the crowd with a bit of curiosity. He had originally believed it was Maverick’s statement that brought the cheering, not his acceptance since he talked in a low volume. The Dark Elf looked at the cup placed infront of him. His hands wrapped around it, as he stared at it for a few moments
”….Thank you…..”
Basal nods at the prospect of getting along, but it seemed like he twisted it as to be effective together. The Dark Elf pulled his mask a bit down, revealing a huge scar on his lip revealing his teeth as if he was in a permanent snarl. He sipped the drink lightly, and placed it back down. No reaction from the drink, but his face contorted as if it wasn’t pleasant
“Group…? I see…we are…Mercenaries…”
Basal listened to both of the options and nodded along, listening intently with his hands carefully cupped around the drink. Once the bearded man was finished he looked to the others for their opinions on what to do
Asshrak think for a moment. Fame and glory, and riches, or the dirty work of fighting… a hard decision. Places where no one returns from were his specialty, but who knows what the townsfolk may gift in return for helping them with their goblin problem? His face looks like he is pondering the question hard, when he notices the scar on Basal’s face, and can’t help himself.
”May I ask where that scar comes from?” He says in a quieter voice than a usual, not wanting to draw attention to himself and Basal more than there already is.
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