These terrible words rang through the dark cobbled streets of Neverwinter. A chill flowed through the maze of buildings as the last stragglers made their way home shutting doors and shutters behind.
The Cities various taverns normally warm and welcoming now sat unusually quiet as an eerily tense silence smothered the town like a heavy invisible cloak.
The Town Crier marched through his lonely district conscious of the burden his heavy words carried late within the cold night. He swung his bell again sending three solemn clangs crashing into the emptiness.
Licking his lips, he hesitates before repeating the words scratched upon the parchment, words that he could not believe any more than when he first laid eyes upon them.
“It is the end of an Age. The Beloved Lord Protecter King Gannick Balerion the second of his name has passed into Elysium within his 27th year of rule at 52 years of age. Death befell the King through natural illness in the heart. Queen Celise Balerion the first of her name will be coronated on the night of Winterfell and will begin her 1st year of rule at 19 years of age.”
“The King is dead! Long live the Queen! The start of a new age!”
***
The lingering hush eventually came to an end as murmurs slowly turned back to the hussle and bussle one might expect in an establishment such as the Driftwood inn within the outer city.
The serving men and women returned to their work carrying trays of food and drink back and forth from the busy kitchen as previous conversations were cast aside and the buzz focused upon the now confirmed rumour of the Kings death. Many voices were heard clamouring excitedly on how they had already known for weeks when rumour of the Kings sickness was first heard whilst others who had chosen not to believe it at the time, were distraught and drank deeper as they quietly took it in.
“Sad isn’t it?”
Elizar flinches slightly as she looks up at the serving maid by her side, she was so focused on the crowd that she hadn’t noticed the maid come to her corner table to take her order.
“half of ‘em never even seen the king y’know?” she continued “I mean it’s not like I ever had but he gave my cousin Devrik a job in the city guard when the captain didn’t wanna even look at him – something about being too scrawny looking, but no the king believed in Devrik. Saved him from the streets he did.” She stops seeing the blank expression on Elizars face.
“ah begging your pardon miss, Welcome to the Driftwood inn – Can I get you and your friend anything? Are you here for food, drink or both?” The maid asks looking across the round table at Sariya who remains entranced by her surroundings, her eyes wide as she watches in excitement.
A second pair of eyes appear at her lap, pushing out from beneath her cloak. Yellow eyes set within a furry face as they glint menacingly back at the serving maid.
Elizar looks past Sariya’s shoulders at the table that held her attention before not far from where they sat. A smaller table shoved into the deep inset of the corner that it almost seemed separate from the remaining hall.
Four figures sat huddled around this table, hoods drawn and leaning forward in discussion. One of the four suddenly leans back and catches Elizar’s gaze. One red eye can be seen within the shadows of the hood studying Elizar’s features a moment with head slightly cocked before flashing a lopsided grin and returning to the huddled discussion.
“so what will it be?” Elizar’s attention returns to her own table as the serving maid cleared her throat obviously uncomfortable under Cinniquar’s gaze. Sariya who had now noticed was smiling nervously up at the serving maid as if nothing was out of the ordinary while at the same time attempting and failing to shove the fox back under the table with her elbow.
DM – All members are active and post your play when ready. There isn’t an exact way to write – you do not need to mimic my style or anyone else’s, write how you like. Keep in mind to respect everyone’s time, try not to narrate other people’s actions and allow for everyone to have a turn.
When we are not in battle feel free to jump in when you like – there is no set order and you can have several posts whilst others may only have a few, just try to allow the scene to play out naturally even if that means you’re not in it…
It will probably be a little shaky to begin with until everyone gets the hang of it (including myself!) You can post OOC (out of character) questions with your posts but if it is a big question or has nothing to do with the scene then please use the Viber group.
Ok. The Scene is set, the veil is gone, and the World is yours…… Be brave enough to claim it.
Elizar glares up at the annoying maid who keeps distracting her, 'Lady, if I want something then I will let you know'. She glances at Sariya, 'Not sure about you, but that fox certainly wants something'.
She draws her attention back to the table as she sees a hooded dark face aiming a lopsided grin at her. She raises one eyebrow and has a itching feeling that this person was somehow familiar. 'Hmmm', she shrugs her shoulders and removes her dagger and polishes it slowly.
Cit'rine smiles at his companies with excitement they dont share "So it is true, the king is finally dead- took him long enough. Do you think they will let us see his body, they say his big belly is filled with gold..we should cut him open and see for our self's!"
He raises his head, catches the eye of the serving maid walking past and smiles at her- his pearly white teeth and light blue/ grey eyes shining from underneath his hood. He knew he was charming and could seduce any man, woman or child to do his bidding, a useful skill he learnt at a young age. Of course his features helped and he would not let such a gift go to waste and he would utilize it any chance he got. The serving maid giggles and walks past, Cit'rine studies her back...not for the shape of her body but the simple locket she wore around her neck- he was trying to figure out if it was worth any value..he is very fond of shinny things..
His fun was shattered when he looked back to his companions and met the cold dead eyes of Estelle and was remained that although his charm could work on the majority there were some who, like her, saw through it...and that annoyed him.
He goes back to working his axe on the edge of the table, shaving of curls of wood.
rolling her dice between her fingers while observing her partners behaviour, Aramila leans back in her chair, “presumably, his stomach has as much gold in it as you have wits Cit’rine,” she jokes with her companion. “As for what we are to do now, with the king gone, the queen will be under a considerable amount of threat. A new job should arise soon, for now, let’s enjoy our night,” she says, holding up her glass before drinking the last of her ginger ale.
Elizar glares up at the annoying maid who keeps distracting her, 'Lady, if I want something then I will let you know'.
The maid Glenys is taken aback by Elizar's sudden aggressive tone. "well i'm just doing my job love but if you don't like good service than i have other patrons who would" she looks around and notices her friend Patrice walking by the next table giggling into her hand in response to a handsome admirer's grin. "he's Mine' Patrice mouths to her as she walks past.
Glenys impatiently turns back to her table. "look do you want something or not?"
Quote from DM. Glenys turns back to her table. "look do you want something or not?"
Elizar leans her head to the side and shows off her biggest sarcastic grin 'Lady, im sure many appreciate your 'good service', as she glances down at the maid's over flowing bossom and up again, while still showing her wide toothed grin, 'however, again, if i want something, then I will let you know'.
She resumes polishing her dagger and looks around searching for anything of interest to quench her boredom.
Quote - Elizar leans her head to the side and shows off her biggest sarcastic grin 'Lady, im sure many appreciate your 'good service', as she glances down at the maid's over flowing bossom and up again, while still showing her wide toothed grin, 'however, again, if i want something, then I will let you know'.
With that the Maid lets out a shocked gasp, gathers herself and storms off to the table in the corner.
she clears her throat before addressing the table "i hope you are enjoying your drinks so far, anything else i can get you? we have fresh chicken roasting and plenty of drink to wash it down"
OOC - actually i didnt imagine she was showing bosom but ill allow it :)
Aramila shifts her eyes to the woman Estelle mentions, “I noticed too, keep an eye on her”, she says, noticing as the maid abruptly leaves her table and makes her way to their own.
"...yes so lots of gold!" he smiles at his leader, his eyes gleaming
Cit'rine turns to the approaching maid as she addresses the party- " Ahh how can any man not enjoy his right with with you in his presence my lady" Cit'rine pause smiling gently to soften his comment..eyes gleaming he slightly turns his head to show hes defined jaw line.."may i be so bold to ask the name of the angel that stands before me?" he asks, raising his eyes to meet hers.
He clearly skips over her bosoms- he is not interested in that now, he needs her trust. The king is dead, possible opportunity for work, the party needs information ...whom better to speak to?
se’air leans back in his chair, not hearing a word spoken between his companions. quill held between his teeth, he is absorbed in the thick, battered book in his hands, occasionally removing the quill to scrawl a quick note in the margin before returning to his reading
"may i be so bold to ask the name of the angel that stands before me?" he asks, raising his eyes to meet hers.
"oh my" chuckles the maid "love, you get points for tryin' and double for that smile but your lack of originality cuts you short, 'sides a real gentleman would introduce himself to a lady before asking her name" she winks at Cit'trine keeping her strong willed persona although clearly blushing "not that i'm a lady ofcourse.." she trails off holding Cit'trine's gaze for a moment before turning to his companion's
"well you lot don't seem to be from around here" she says taking in the odd looking group " suppose the king's death don't mean too much to you then does it?" She turns back to Cit'trine "so what brings ya to Neverwinter then?"
Estelle leans back, shifting her posture slightly to the table of the woman, studying her (perception was 8)
- Estelle - ok your eyes take in the white hair braided to one side and the dagger she is polishing. she seems dressed more for battle rather than comfort although her chain mail has seen better days. she has a shield leaning against a pack near her chair that seems to have several sharp weapons sticking out of it. Judging by the dagger in her hand, her weapons are probably the only items of value that may be worth stealing. although you get the sense that she isn't one to be easily messed with....
- Elizar - you notice the figure with the one red eye studying you again...
Estelle leans towards Aramila before whispering, "Might cause damage, dressed to fight, quality weapons. Unless she interferes with us or we want new weapons, we have no business". She switches her focus to the maid and raises an eyebrow, "Drink types?"
Elizar looks around at the noisy tavern, taking in the giggling maids making fools of themselves, the flirtacious males making bigger fools of themselves, and the whole bustling scene that just wasn't a liked place for her to be.
Picking up her items she looks at Sariya, 'Im going out for some fresh air. Take care. If you need anything, send the fox'.
With a nod, she turns to leave. In search of a blacksmith and the possibility of a much needed upgrade to her shield.
"Elizar! Elizar Sage!" You hear a voice boom as you make your way to the door. Turning you see a short red haired dwarf. His full braided beard swinging and almost landing in one of the two filled to the brim mugs he holds in each hand.
"By my beard it is you haha" he exclaims loudly.
- Elizar - You instantly recognise him as Gundren Rockseeker, a patron and a friend that has hired you to complete numerous jobs in tbe past. He has always treated you and payed you well.
"Elizar! Elizar Sage!" You hear a voice boom as you make your way to the door. Turning you see a short red haired dwarf. His full braided beard swinging and almost landing in one of the two cups he holds in each hand.
"By my beard it is you haha" he exclaims loudly.
- Elizar - You instantly recognise him as Gundren Rockseeker, a patron and a friend that has hired you to complete numerous jobs in tbe past. He has always treated you and payed you well.
Elizar turns and a heartfelt smile beams on her face as she recognises Gundren.
'Gundren my friend! How are you old boy' she laughs as she lands a friendly slap on his shoulder.
'What brings you here ey?'. She leans against the wall while looking for a chair to pull up, eagerly awaiting his colourful re enactment of his latest adventure.
'Maybe its not such a bad night after all' she beams and gives him her willing attention.
For a small moment Cit'rine's eyes turn slightly darker- although pleased that her had made her blush, her comment about being original upset him..
He recovers in a split second- "ah forgive me, i was distracted by your beauty...My name is Cit'rine and these are my friends- surely you have heard of The Branded, a group of the finest and mightiest warriors-that is us" He opens his hands smiling "We have come here for... opportunity"
OOC- Did Cit'rine/ the group hear the Dwarf? How common is it to see a Dwarf here?
"aaahhh c'mere hahah" he bellows loudly the smell of alcohol strong on his breath as he shrugs of your hand and lunges in with a massive bear hug almost lifting you off your feet, squeezing the air out of your lungs as ale sloshes down your back.
finally releasing you he replies "Business lass what else!" he takes a massive swig from one the mugs before continuing "although with ol' Gannick carking it tradin in Neverwinter may get a little tricky for a few months" he wipes his mouth " thats why ill be takin my business down south for a wee while"
He pauses a moment and takes in your condition which isn't as well as he last saw you "what about you lass? your looking a little worse for wear, been out of work have ya? come on then where ye sitting?" He throws the empty mug at a passing serving boy and guides you by the arm back to the table he had seen you get up from earlier.
Sariya is nowhere to be seen as Elizar and Gundren take their seats but a sudden yelp quickly reveals her location.
- Sariya -
Sariya you are crouched underneath the table arguing furiously with Cinniquar who is convinced everyone in the tavern are beasts in disguise wanting to kill you and steal your berries. You are about argue the point that he had already finished all the berries this morning before a battering ram of a knee collides with the side of your head knocking you down. Tears in your eyes and wincing at the pain, you rub the area of impact feeling it already begin to swell.
You look up to see a big red hairy face staring surprised at you underneath the table. "Now what do we ave here then? are you lost there lass?"
You feel Cinniquar tense "Back Beast! Our berries are our own!" he growls as he goes to launch himself at the intruder.
"The King is Dead!"
These terrible words rang through the dark cobbled streets of Neverwinter. A chill flowed through the maze of buildings as the last stragglers made their way home shutting doors and shutters behind.
The Cities various taverns normally warm and welcoming now sat unusually quiet as an eerily tense silence smothered the town like a heavy invisible cloak.
The Town Crier marched through his lonely district conscious of the burden his heavy words carried late within the cold night. He swung his bell again sending three solemn clangs crashing into the emptiness.
Licking his lips, he hesitates before repeating the words scratched upon the parchment, words that he could not believe any more than when he first laid eyes upon them.
“It is the end of an Age. The Beloved Lord Protecter King Gannick Balerion the second of his name has passed into Elysium within his 27th year of rule at 52 years of age. Death befell the King through natural illness in the heart. Queen Celise Balerion the first of her name will be coronated on the night of Winterfell and will begin her 1st year of rule at 19 years of age.”
“The King is dead! Long live the Queen! The start of a new age!”
***
The lingering hush eventually came to an end as murmurs slowly turned back to the hussle and bussle one might expect in an establishment such as the Driftwood inn within the outer city.
The serving men and women returned to their work carrying trays of food and drink back and forth from the busy kitchen as previous conversations were cast aside and the buzz focused upon the now confirmed rumour of the Kings death. Many voices were heard clamouring excitedly on how they had already known for weeks when rumour of the Kings sickness was first heard whilst others who had chosen not to believe it at the time, were distraught and drank deeper as they quietly took it in.
“Sad isn’t it?”
Elizar flinches slightly as she looks up at the serving maid by her side, she was so focused on the crowd that she hadn’t noticed the maid come to her corner table to take her order.
“half of ‘em never even seen the king y’know?” she continued “I mean it’s not like I ever had but he gave my cousin Devrik a job in the city guard when the captain didn’t wanna even look at him – something about being too scrawny looking, but no the king believed in Devrik. Saved him from the streets he did.” She stops seeing the blank expression on Elizars face.
“ah begging your pardon miss, Welcome to the Driftwood inn – Can I get you and your friend anything? Are you here for food, drink or both?” The maid asks looking across the round table at Sariya who remains entranced by her surroundings, her eyes wide as she watches in excitement.
A second pair of eyes appear at her lap, pushing out from beneath her cloak. Yellow eyes set within a furry face as they glint menacingly back at the serving maid.
Elizar looks past Sariya’s shoulders at the table that held her attention before not far from where they sat. A smaller table shoved into the deep inset of the corner that it almost seemed separate from the remaining hall.
Four figures sat huddled around this table, hoods drawn and leaning forward in discussion. One of the four suddenly leans back and catches Elizar’s gaze. One red eye can be seen within the shadows of the hood studying Elizar’s features a moment with head slightly cocked before flashing a lopsided grin and returning to the huddled discussion.
“so what will it be?” Elizar’s attention returns to her own table as the serving maid cleared her throat obviously uncomfortable under Cinniquar’s gaze. Sariya who had now noticed was smiling nervously up at the serving maid as if nothing was out of the ordinary while at the same time attempting and failing to shove the fox back under the table with her elbow.
DM – All members are active and post your play when ready. There isn’t an exact way to write – you do not need to mimic my style or anyone else’s, write how you like. Keep in mind to respect everyone’s time, try not to narrate other people’s actions and allow for everyone to have a turn.
When we are not in battle feel free to jump in when you like – there is no set order and you can have several posts whilst others may only have a few, just try to allow the scene to play out naturally even if that means you’re not in it…
It will probably be a little shaky to begin with until everyone gets the hang of it (including myself!) You can post OOC (out of character) questions with your posts but if it is a big question or has nothing to do with the scene then please use the Viber group.
Ok. The Scene is set, the veil is gone, and the World is yours…… Be brave enough to claim it.
DM - the Twilight of an Age | Vulgrim - Bard - Shackles of Silver | DM - the Call of Fate
Elizar glares up at the annoying maid who keeps distracting her, 'Lady, if I want something then I will let you know'. She glances at Sariya, 'Not sure about you, but that fox certainly wants something'.
She draws her attention back to the table as she sees a hooded dark face aiming a lopsided grin at her. She raises one eyebrow and has a itching feeling that this person was somehow familiar. 'Hmmm', she shrugs her shoulders and removes her dagger and polishes it slowly.
Cosima
Cit'rine smiles at his companies with excitement they dont share "So it is true, the king is finally dead- took him long enough. Do you think they will let us see his body, they say his big belly is filled with gold..we should cut him open and see for our self's!"
He raises his head, catches the eye of the serving maid walking past and smiles at her- his pearly white teeth and light blue/ grey eyes shining from underneath his hood. He knew he was charming and could seduce any man, woman or child to do his bidding, a useful skill he learnt at a young age. Of course his features helped and he would not let such a gift go to waste and he would utilize it any chance he got. The serving maid giggles and walks past, Cit'rine studies her back...not for the shape of her body but the simple locket she wore around her neck- he was trying to figure out if it was worth any value..he is very fond of shinny things..
His fun was shattered when he looked back to his companions and met the cold dead eyes of Estelle and was remained that although his charm could work on the majority there were some who, like her, saw through it...and that annoyed him.
He goes back to working his axe on the edge of the table, shaving of curls of wood.
"So what do we do now?"
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
rolling her dice between her fingers while observing her partners behaviour, Aramila leans back in her chair, “presumably, his stomach has as much gold in it as you have wits Cit’rine,” she jokes with her companion. “As for what we are to do now, with the king gone, the queen will be under a considerable amount of threat. A new job should arise soon, for now, let’s enjoy our night,” she says, holding up her glass before drinking the last of her ginger ale.
Princess Freja
The maid Glenys is taken aback by Elizar's sudden aggressive tone. "well i'm just doing my job love but if you don't like good service than i have other patrons who would" she looks around and notices her friend Patrice walking by the next table giggling into her hand in response to a handsome admirer's grin. "he's Mine' Patrice mouths to her as she walks past.
Glenys impatiently turns back to her table. "look do you want something or not?"
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Quote from DM. Glenys turns back to her table. "look do you want something or not?"
Elizar leans her head to the side and shows off her biggest sarcastic grin 'Lady, im sure many appreciate your 'good service', as she glances down at the maid's over flowing bossom and up again, while still showing her wide toothed grin, 'however, again, if i want something, then I will let you know'.
She resumes polishing her dagger and looks around searching for anything of interest to quench her boredom.
Cosima
“That girl keeps glancing, I don’t like it” Estelle glances back at the stranger, examining her position, could she steal from her? Is she valuable?
mera- haunted one
Quote - Elizar leans her head to the side and shows off her biggest sarcastic grin 'Lady, im sure many appreciate your 'good service', as she glances down at the maid's over flowing bossom and up again, while still showing her wide toothed grin, 'however, again, if i want something, then I will let you know'.
With that the Maid lets out a shocked gasp, gathers herself and storms off to the table in the corner.
she clears her throat before addressing the table "i hope you are enjoying your drinks so far, anything else i can get you? we have fresh chicken roasting and plenty of drink to wash it down"
OOC - actually i didnt imagine she was showing bosom but ill allow it :)
DM - the Twilight of an Age | Vulgrim - Bard - Shackles of Silver | DM - the Call of Fate
“That girl keeps glancing, I don’t like it” Estelle glances back at the stranger, examining her position, could she steal from her? Is she valuable?
Roll perception Estelle
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Aramila shifts her eyes to the woman Estelle mentions, “I noticed too, keep an eye on her”, she says, noticing as the maid abruptly leaves her table and makes her way to their own.
Princess Freja
"...yes so lots of gold!" he smiles at his leader, his eyes gleaming
Cit'rine turns to the approaching maid as she addresses the party- " Ahh how can any man not enjoy his right with with you in his presence my lady" Cit'rine pause smiling gently to soften his comment..eyes gleaming he slightly turns his head to show hes defined jaw line.."may i be so bold to ask the name of the angel that stands before me?" he asks, raising his eyes to meet hers.
He clearly skips over her bosoms- he is not interested in that now, he needs her trust. The king is dead, possible opportunity for work, the party needs information ...whom better to speak to?
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
se’air leans back in his chair, not hearing a word spoken between his companions. quill held between his teeth, he is absorbed in the thick, battered book in his hands, occasionally removing the quill to scrawl a quick note in the margin before returning to his reading
se'air
Estelle leans back, shifting her posture slightly to the table of the woman, studying her (perception was 8)
mera- haunted one
"oh my" chuckles the maid "love, you get points for tryin' and double for that smile but your lack of originality cuts you short, 'sides a real gentleman would introduce himself to a lady before asking her name" she winks at Cit'trine keeping her strong willed persona although clearly blushing "not that i'm a lady ofcourse.." she trails off holding Cit'trine's gaze for a moment before turning to his companion's
"well you lot don't seem to be from around here" she says taking in the odd looking group " suppose the king's death don't mean too much to you then does it?" She turns back to Cit'trine "so what brings ya to Neverwinter then?"
- Estelle - ok your eyes take in the white hair braided to one side and the dagger she is polishing. she seems dressed more for battle rather than comfort although her chain mail has seen better days. she has a shield leaning against a pack near her chair that seems to have several sharp weapons sticking out of it. Judging by the dagger in her hand, her weapons are probably the only items of value that may be worth stealing. although you get the sense that she isn't one to be easily messed with....
- Elizar - you notice the figure with the one red eye studying you again...
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Estelle leans towards Aramila before whispering, "Might cause damage, dressed to fight, quality weapons. Unless she interferes with us or we want new weapons, we have no business". She switches her focus to the maid and raises an eyebrow, "Drink types?"
mera- haunted one
Elizar looks around at the noisy tavern, taking in the giggling maids making fools of themselves, the flirtacious males making bigger fools of themselves, and the whole bustling scene that just wasn't a liked place for her to be.
Picking up her items she looks at Sariya, 'Im going out for some fresh air. Take care. If you need anything, send the fox'.
With a nod, she turns to leave. In search of a blacksmith and the possibility of a much needed upgrade to her shield.
Cosima
"Elizar! Elizar Sage!" You hear a voice boom as you make your way to the door. Turning you see a short red haired dwarf. His full braided beard swinging and almost landing in one of the two filled to the brim mugs he holds in each hand.
"By my beard it is you haha" he exclaims loudly.
- Elizar - You instantly recognise him as Gundren Rockseeker, a patron and a friend that has hired you to complete numerous jobs in tbe past. He has always treated you and payed you well.
DM - the Twilight of an Age | Vulgrim - Bard - Shackles of Silver | DM - the Call of Fate
Elizar turns and a heartfelt smile beams on her face as she recognises Gundren.
'Gundren my friend! How are you old boy' she laughs as she lands a friendly slap on his shoulder.
'What brings you here ey?'. She leans against the wall while looking for a chair to pull up, eagerly awaiting his colourful re enactment of his latest adventure.
'Maybe its not such a bad night after all' she beams and gives him her willing attention.
Cosima
For a small moment Cit'rine's eyes turn slightly darker- although pleased that her had made her blush, her comment about being original upset him..
He recovers in a split second- "ah forgive me, i was distracted by your beauty...My name is Cit'rine and these are my friends- surely you have heard of The Branded, a group of the finest and mightiest warriors-that is us" He opens his hands smiling "We have come here for... opportunity"
OOC- Did Cit'rine/ the group hear the Dwarf? How common is it to see a Dwarf here?
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
- Elizar -
"aaahhh c'mere hahah" he bellows loudly the smell of alcohol strong on his breath as he shrugs of your hand and lunges in with a massive bear hug almost lifting you off your feet, squeezing the air out of your lungs as ale sloshes down your back.
finally releasing you he replies "Business lass what else!" he takes a massive swig from one the mugs before continuing "although with ol' Gannick carking it tradin in Neverwinter may get a little tricky for a few months" he wipes his mouth " thats why ill be takin my business down south for a wee while"
He pauses a moment and takes in your condition which isn't as well as he last saw you "what about you lass? your looking a little worse for wear, been out of work have ya? come on then where ye sitting?" He throws the empty mug at a passing serving boy and guides you by the arm back to the table he had seen you get up from earlier.
Sariya is nowhere to be seen as Elizar and Gundren take their seats but a sudden yelp quickly reveals her location.
- Sariya -
Sariya you are crouched underneath the table arguing furiously with Cinniquar who is convinced everyone in the tavern are beasts in disguise wanting to kill you and steal your berries. You are about argue the point that he had already finished all the berries this morning before a battering ram of a knee collides with the side of your head knocking you down. Tears in your eyes and wincing at the pain, you rub the area of impact feeling it already begin to swell.
You look up to see a big red hairy face staring surprised at you underneath the table. "Now what do we ave here then? are you lost there lass?"
You feel Cinniquar tense "Back Beast! Our berries are our own!" he growls as he goes to launch himself at the intruder.
DM - the Twilight of an Age | Vulgrim - Bard - Shackles of Silver | DM - the Call of Fate