A stout, cloak-shrouded figure stalks into the New Night Bar. "Er.." The figure mutters something under his breath before asking the bartender, "Got any dandelion cream?" His voice is gruff, almost rumbly. Not much of the man underneath the cloak is visible, but what can be seen is a pair of black work boots peeking out from below the hem. "Heard it's good stuff." He takes a seat at the bar. A silver hand, light and ornate, appears from between the folds of the heavy navy cloak, and starts fiddling with the cloth mask that covers most of the figure's face.
"We do, but it's taking a little while to serve. I'd have a beer and hang out with those two while you wait." He points out Kass and Dakota
Dakota takes a piece of paper and jots those down, putting it back in his pocket. He goes to ask the bartender about the the bounties. “What details can tou tell me about the bounty on Jonah Scene?”
"Oh, Jonah? Yeah, that one is more of a joke than a serious bounty. Every now and then somebody tries their luck. The bodies wash up a few towns downstream a little while later."
A half elf enters the bar, pulling down their hood as they enter. Their ears are slightly shorter than a usual half elves, though that could be owed to the head of short black hair althats messily brushed. Their skin is pale, and they stand a little under 6ft, blueish green eyes peering around the room before he approaches the bar. His hands are covered in leather gloves as they sit down, tapping the bar top, "I'll have a dandelion cream." He says, voice hoarse as if he hadn't used it during the day, before it smooths out as he clears his throat, "Please."
(I am so sorry for not being on lately, stuff irl got really hectic)
He leads them into a back room, where a young man is leaning lazily against the doorframe. Winking at Kass and Jan, who both recognise him, he pulls open the door with a flourish. Inside, a large woman relaxes behind a desk, drink in one hand, pistol in the other. The figure standing in front of her though if what catches your eyes. Ruby red skin, huge feathered wings and a tasseled spear in one hand, he turns to face you all. The angel towers over all of you as he nods his head and says, "Welcome."
Jan doesn't acknowledge the man. Instead his eyes are on the angel. He looks up at him, leaning his head so far back that his hood falls off his head and exposes his face.
Jan is a duregar with many wrinkles forming mountains and canyons across his face; but the wrinkles aren't from old age, but from smiling, as they seem to concentrate around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. "Holy..." is the only thing that escapes his mouth. He wears a big, bushy beard on the lower half of his face. A few strands are braided and beaded with silver peeking through the curly white hairs, but most of the rest of it is left unkempt. It wisps out from his face like a gigantic cloud. His black eyes travel down the spear, taking in the craftsmanship at length.
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He leads them into a back room, where a young man is leaning lazily against the doorframe. Winking at Kass and Jan, who both recognise him, he pulls open the door with a flourish. Inside, a large woman relaxes behind a desk, drink in one hand, pistol in the other. The figure standing in front of her though if what catches your eyes. Ruby red skin, huge feathered wings and a tasseled spear in one hand, he turns to face you all. The angel towers over all of you as he nods his head and says, "Welcome."
Kestin make a whistle noise, "Woah. Didn't know they employed angels still"
"They don't," sighs the angel, sitting on the table. "But I have need of services which I can't go to the local temples to fulfill, and as such I asked for you."
Dakota clops after the group. As soon as he sees the angel, he freezes, face going pale. His hand goes to his gun holster.
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— δ cyησ • τηε crσc mαsτεr • hε/hιm δ — “sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.” ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
"Put the gun down, it won't end well for anybody," groans the woman in the chair, scratching her chin. The angel looks at Dakota and shrugs, "I'm not gonna hold your ancestry against you, if you'll put aside mine for the moment."
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Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
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*Who do I have to kill THATS MY CHARACTER 😭😭😭*
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Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
"Oh, Jonah? Yeah, that one is more of a joke than a serious bounty. Every now and then somebody tries their luck. The bodies wash up a few towns downstream a little while later."
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
*Smh, stalking the pbp I see 👀*
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
*Nah stalking Cyno and Calo big difference, besties need to be stalked once in a while to keep their reflexes up*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*Gonna look out my window and find you staring at me one of these days 👀👀👀👀👀*
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
*Steph. Steph. Steph. I'm disappointed that you haven't realised... I'm actually your brother. MWA HA HA*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*😱 BRO! I-IS THAT YOU?!?!*
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
*aight, with luck alaric will be able to get on by tomorrow, if not I'm gonna start without him and he can join a bit later
Also I just finally came up with the names of two of the big places you'll be going and omfg do I enjoy them 👀👀👀*
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
A half elf enters the bar, pulling down their hood as they enter. Their ears are slightly shorter than a usual half elves, though that could be owed to the head of short black hair althats messily brushed. Their skin is pale, and they stand a little under 6ft, blueish green eyes peering around the room before he approaches the bar. His hands are covered in leather gloves as they sit down, tapping the bar top, "I'll have a dandelion cream." He says, voice hoarse as if he hadn't used it during the day, before it smooths out as he clears his throat, "Please."
(I am so sorry for not being on lately, stuff irl got really hectic)
*bro it's totally chill*
The barkeep smiles. "That order is just about ready. If you'd connect those three and come with me?" He indicates the rest of the party
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
They look over at the party and nod, sighing softly to himself, "Alright. Thank you"
"So you're the last one then?"
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"It would appear so." He nods
The cloaked figure wordlessly follows the barkeep.
He leads them into a back room, where a young man is leaning lazily against the doorframe. Winking at Kass and Jan, who both recognise him, he pulls open the door with a flourish. Inside, a large woman relaxes behind a desk, drink in one hand, pistol in the other. The figure standing in front of her though if what catches your eyes. Ruby red skin, huge feathered wings and a tasseled spear in one hand, he turns to face you all. The angel towers over all of you as he nods his head and says, "Welcome."
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
Jan doesn't acknowledge the man. Instead his eyes are on the angel. He looks up at him, leaning his head so far back that his hood falls off his head and exposes his face.
Jan is a duregar with many wrinkles forming mountains and canyons across his face; but the wrinkles aren't from old age, but from smiling, as they seem to concentrate around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. "Holy..." is the only thing that escapes his mouth. He wears a big, bushy beard on the lower half of his face. A few strands are braided and beaded with silver peeking through the curly white hairs, but most of the rest of it is left unkempt. It wisps out from his face like a gigantic cloud. His black eyes travel down the spear, taking in the craftsmanship at length.
Kestin make a whistle noise, "Woah. Didn't know they employed angels still"
"They don't," sighs the angel, sitting on the table. "But I have need of services which I can't go to the local temples to fulfill, and as such I asked for you."
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.
Dakota clops after the group. As soon as he sees the angel, he freezes, face going pale. His hand goes to his gun holster.
— δ cyησ • τηε crσc mαsτεr • hε/hιm δ —
“sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜs.”
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to • ☁️ℝ𝔼𝔻ℙ𝔼𝕃𝕋☁️ • As vast as the sun, stars, and the sky itself, so is my promise to you • Φ
"Put the gun down, it won't end well for anybody," groans the woman in the chair, scratching her chin. The angel looks at Dakota and shrugs, "I'm not gonna hold your ancestry against you, if you'll put aside mine for the moment."
Beardy druid.
Very beardy druid. With a cap.