As Team Crimson Fang makes their way down to the guild mission officer, they see a new face waiting there. (Kippskodd, if you would like to introduce yourself with a brief description of your character. I would also request that people reiterate their character description for this thread as well.)
Etla sees Akaas, a very old halfling, enter. He is only 3' tall, bald on top, but adorned with a very long white beard and matching fall of hair down his back that grows out of the base of his skull. He wears blue robes which have silver letters in vertical stripes. While he is very old, he appears to have no physical deficiencies, though he might be a little stooped. In his right hand is a substantial-looking bow staff, which he clunks along the floor like a walking stick. When the old halfling sees Kippskodd, he nods and smiles pleasantly — the same as he does for the others in the room.
By the guild mission officer you can see a goliath woman perched on the desk with her legs dangling in a very carefree manner. Something about her reminds you of an energetic, mischievous kid if it hadn't been for the wavy, grey hair with white streaks in it that, when she stands at her full length, reaches to her ankles. Her robes are grey like the mountains, lovingly embroidered with green vines by her beloved wife. If you look closely, you can actually see items hidden in the untangled mess that is her hair. The quarterstaff is set on the floor with her gloved hands crossed over the other and resting atop it.
When Etla sees the old halfling her face splits in a wide grin. "What a mane. How old does one have to be to get such beautiful, white hair? I'm still working on it."
A tall Female Half Orc, her hair is platted and set into a pony tail, she has light green skin, on her arm is a shield that has a pair of silver covered fangs on it, the same with her cloak, although the cloak seems to be well taken care of. She looks to the new face and smiles. "Oh, hey a new person. Hows it going new face?" Borg asks as they get closer.
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Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
"Ah, here they are." Says a slender human woman in a flowing mage's robe. She wears a silver ring on her finger, has long golden hair tied into a ponytail and piercing emerald green eyes watching from behind a pair of crystal spectacles. "Team Crimson Fang, meet your latest team member, Etla. There were some... complications with the recruitment. You may have noticed Mister Gold is not with you today. Well Etla here will be your replacement wizard." She gestures to the huge goliath beside her. "If you have any further queries, please refer them to the office first."
"New face." Etla chuckled heartily as she reached one hand to her face to point at the naturally occurring wrinkles in her skin. "I worry for your eyesight. This is an old face if I ever did see one."
She quieted down when the blonde woman spoke, listening to what was said and nodding in the appropriate places. She had learned how to look like a very good listener. As soon as her name was said, the goliath raised her hand in a proper greeting to everyone gathered around them. "There you go. Etla is the name that goes with this old face. Pleasure to meet you all. But I gotta say, 'Mister Gold' does sound like one hell of a dude. What do you think, will I be able to measure up?"
The blonde haired woman nods to the others. "Well now that introductions are complete, I can take my leave." She says, heading off. "Oh, and it's just through those doors if you want the missions office."
Etla laughs, slides off the counter to stand on her feet and takes Borg's hand in a proper, firm handshake. "Nice meeting you, Borg. I'm usually in the back, punishing those who hits you with ~*~magic~*~." Etla does what the magic equivalent to jazz-hands translates into. She turns to nod a goodbye as the woman leaves.
The group heads through the double doors to find a small office with a single wooden desk. Seated behind it is a huge grotesque looking woman who looks like she may be part trollkin. Her warty grey skin seems to shimmer with a layer of sweat as she looks at the group enter, her bulbous body clothed in a long green gown. On her hand she seems to have a silver ring.
"welcome to the missions request room." She says in a monotone rumble."are you here to accept a mission?"
The woman looks over at Borg with a lazy look. "new guys, huh?" She says, taking out a slip of paper. "well, enjoy..."
She stamps the piece of paper and hands it over to Team Crimson Fang. It has a bit more detail and a lot of official jargon, but here's a reviewed version:
Name: Thicket Twik Description: Human, brown hair, druid Location: Twik Grove, half day travel south-south-west from Greenholden South Gate Mission: Thicket's grove has been overrun with small creatures that are an invasive species to the environment. Request for assistance, needed imminently. Payment upon successful eradication of the invasive species and preservation of the local species. Advisory: Bring galoshes.
At Etla's question about Akaas's hair, he runs a hand down his beard and grins even more widely at her. "I'm ... not sure how long it's been since I last had a decent shave and a haircut. I suppose it's been a long time." As Borg begins speaking, Akaas contentedly allows the half-orc to carry the conversation, his eyes twinkling as he watches the two tall women.
Akaas smiles at the very helpful woman across the desk. "Does the company provide transportation? By what means should we travel to ... er ... the place?"
The woman looks up to Akaas, not particularly impressed that they haven't left you. "in your lockbox there are some standard issue boots. let's hope they're your size." She says in a disinterested tone.
Chetin is a pale skinned man adorning leather armor with a robe over them. His black hair is short and kept like a devout. He bore a shield upon his back as a mace was sheathed on his side. He gives a small bow towards Etla, "Pleased to meet you miss Etla, I am Chetin Humb. A cleric of Bahamut, I hope that we will get along."