Faelryc sits calmly, looking at the man as he takes another small drink of his ale before standing to walk over to him. "Take a deep breath friend, what kind of wolves?" he says softly, mind already whirling a bit. Wolves outside the wall? What in the name of all that is holy would cause them to leave the wood? he thinks quickly to himself, all while not breaking eyesight with the man that rushed in.
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The bard was playing near the fireplace a fine and low tune, it seems that she is not playing for the locals and the few traveeres that gather that night in the tavern, but for herself. The music is melancolic and, even for her not willing to impress the audicence, some of them can’t help but feel tears at the edge of their eyes.
When the man enters the tavern she stops and walks towards him
“Please good sir apply this to your wounds “ says Krizarith giving the man a lineth cloth that the waitress was using to clean the tables.
“Dear “ he says to one of the locals that was sitting driking his ale “ Would you be so kind to help him? Thank you dear you are a real gentle and brave man aren’t you?” She says as the man helps the wounded one.
Prow sat quietly at the bar slowly drinking a whiskey and enjoying the music the bard was playing. It made her reflect on the times of her childhood and the beauty of her homeland - that is, until the bloody man burst through the door. His blood filled here nose with a sickeningly sweet metallic aroma.
She stands immediately facing the man, her hand close to the hilt of her great axe. Not close enough to be threatening, but close enough where she can get at it quickly if needs be.
She watches the two elves attend the human and listens as the man speaks of wolves.
“Perhaps will be enough to scare them out of the village good man “ says Kriz to the wounded man and looking around to the others that had come to help. She turns to the bartender “ Do you have torches?”
"No need to take the bartender's torches. I have a handful of my own, for occasions of this nature. I don't have much personal use for them myself." Faelryc quips quickly, slipping a torch out of his pack, offering it to Kriz. "I'd be happy to accompany you, if you're planning on dealing with the wolves and such."
Prow reaches under her cloak and into her backpack and pulls out a torch as well. Her face expressing a determined smile as she holds it aloft in solidarity.
“What a bunch of brave and resourceful men. I am, in fact, thinking in going out and try to spook the wolves. Not killing them if possible. This could even inspire a good song my friends. Let’s light those torches and go find some wolves. “ he says smiling and grabing one of the torches and going to the fireplace to light it.
“Krizarith “ he says smiling to them “Krizarith Vanvoril it’s the name you are looking for “
"Well met and many happy returns Krizarith Vanvoril. I am Faelryc Amastacia, though most commonly of late I am simply Brother Ryc." the wood elf says as Kriz takes his torch to the fireplace. Smiling in return, he tests the straps of his backpack, ensuring they are tight before slipping the slender staff off his back, ready to make his way towards the wolves.
"Well Prow, what is it that you scent? I've heard of some that can track through their noses, are you one of those that can? That would be a most useful trick." Faelryc says with a grin, watching carefully.
you 3 are siting in a taven drink ale as a man runs in with blood on his body “ wolves out side the bloody wall he yells”
Faelryc sits calmly, looking at the man as he takes another small drink of his ale before standing to walk over to him. "Take a deep breath friend, what kind of wolves?" he says softly, mind already whirling a bit. Wolves outside the wall? What in the name of all that is holy would cause them to leave the wood? he thinks quickly to himself, all while not breaking eyesight with the man that rushed in.
“Big white dire wolfs fast as well” as the blood drips of his clothing
The bard was playing near the fireplace a fine and low tune, it seems that she is not playing for the locals and the few traveeres that gather that night in the tavern, but for herself. The music is melancolic and, even for her not willing to impress the audicence, some of them can’t help but feel tears at the edge of their eyes.
When the man enters the tavern she stops and walks towards him
“Please good sir apply this to your wounds “ says Krizarith giving the man a lineth cloth that the waitress was using to clean the tables.
“Dear “ he says to one of the locals that was sitting driking his ale “ Would you be so kind to help him? Thank you dear you are a real gentle and brave man aren’t you?” She says as the man helps the wounded one.
(Is he in daner of dying? Medicine: 15 )
PbP Character: A few ;)
Prow sat quietly at the bar slowly drinking a whiskey and enjoying the music the bard was playing. It made her reflect on the times of her childhood and the beauty of her homeland - that is, until the bloody man burst through the door. His blood filled here nose with a sickeningly sweet metallic aroma.
She stands immediately facing the man, her hand close to the hilt of her great axe. Not close enough to be threatening, but close enough where she can get at it quickly if needs be.
She watches the two elves attend the human and listens as the man speaks of wolves.
“ shit Bren he still out there some kill those god dam wolves” the man says ( he not in a deaying stat but he cut up badly)
“Perhaps will be enough to scare them out of the village good man “ says Kriz to the wounded man and looking around to the others that had come to help. She turns to the bartender “ Do you have torches?”
PbP Character: A few ;)
"No need to take the bartender's torches. I have a handful of my own, for occasions of this nature. I don't have much personal use for them myself." Faelryc quips quickly, slipping a torch out of his pack, offering it to Kriz. "I'd be happy to accompany you, if you're planning on dealing with the wolves and such."
Prow reaches under her cloak and into her backpack and pulls out a torch as well. Her face expressing a determined smile as she holds it aloft in solidarity.
“What a bunch of brave and resourceful men. I am, in fact, thinking in going out and try to spook the wolves. Not killing them if possible. This could even inspire a good song my friends. Let’s light those torches and go find some wolves. “ he says smiling and grabing one of the torches and going to the fireplace to light it.
“Krizarith “ he says smiling to them “Krizarith Vanvoril it’s the name you are looking for “
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Well met and many happy returns Krizarith Vanvoril. I am Faelryc Amastacia, though most commonly of late I am simply Brother Ryc." the wood elf says as Kriz takes his torch to the fireplace. Smiling in return, he tests the straps of his backpack, ensuring they are tight before slipping the slender staff off his back, ready to make his way towards the wolves.
With a smile Prow reaches down and, in the dirt covering the floor, she writes “P-r-o-w” then draws an arrow to herself.
After her introduction, Prow moves to the doorway and breathes in deeply to get a sense if any wolves are nearby...
Perception: 4
OOC: Yikes! Maybe shes got a cold?
She smells them but dose not see them
She smells them and hers them holing but she dose not see them
OOC: Can I tell which direction they are in?
Er there sent is all around you but you can’t pint point one direction
"Well Prow, what is it that you scent? I've heard of some that can track through their noses, are you one of those that can? That would be a most useful trick." Faelryc says with a grin, watching carefully.
Prow smiles and points to her nose, then makes a circular motion with her finger.
Suggesting that Faelryc follow her with a tilt of her head, she turns right outside the door and heads down the street.
Stealth: 18
Well, isn't she the interesting one. Faelryc thinks to himself as he does indeed follow, trying to remain quiet.
Stealth - 14