"Oh, I nearly forgot to introduce myself, my name is Finnegan, and these are my friends" Fin says in elvish,
" I'll go to the room to change from vestments into common clothes, I’d rather not dirty them more than they already are." He finished in dwarfish.
Elias eyes Od across the bar (perhaps to translate the dwarf tongue for him later) and slides the room keys for the party across the table. He turns when Vorkan says "Pardon me, but do you know where in the marshes this Farmer Willhye lives and how far? I would like to meet with him and get a sense of how he brews ale. Oh and I would also like a mug set aside for the priest He did after all buy it! Ha Ha!"
(The ale is substandard by dwarven taste, but easy enough to drink after a long trip on foot.)
Elias scratches his chin and replies “Farmer Willhye does no live far outside the village, he is wary of strangers. I’d not set foot on his property or he’ll set his mastiffs on you.” He chuckles “They’re not too fond of Dwarfs either” he adds with a wink.
"I'm sure you meet all sorts of interesting people here,"II’Aria smiled "They say barkeeps get to learn some of the best secrets."
Smiling back he chimes in “ Eh, no interesting people as of late. The trade roads closed a few years back. Haven’t seen many from the Republic in quite some time. The village is sure to be in quite a buzz once the word spreads. You’ve all arrived.” He leans in closer for a whisper “Old Yala the Sage says she’s had visions of a great wolf hunter come to ease our suffering. Some call her crazy, I’d be on your guard.”
Elias eases off as Aerradin comes in and politely declines service, settles in besides II’Aria and begins speaking.
(Aerradin sees a small group of farmers, a monk writing in a small book in the corner, a few off duty guards, as well as a stout dwarf with an apron, and a human wearing arms and armor, possibly a traveler. In addition to the party.)
Fergus and Finnegan settle at one of the tables in the common room and begin a game of Dragon Chess.
Michael makes himself at home near the mantle and begins playing a tune, setting a wooden bowl out for spare coppers. (Roll for Performance)
Vorkan begins carousing with his neighbors at the bar, sharing short drinking songs with cheers. The farmers trying to enjoy a quiet meal after work seem disgruntled.
Elias speaks to II’aria and Aerradin “ The sun is going down, the gates shut after dark so my sister will soon join us. If you have any words for her, think now. She’s witty, and has a memory that spans what some here consider forever.”
There once was a man named Elias Who made food good enough for goliaths, He’d pour beer like no one before, Until one day I came through the door, I sang and I danced, but he only snored Now i can't go there anymore.
But listen well my friend This story doesn’t end If you look for best To empty your chest Go for Elias And he’ll do the rest.
(can I do a perception to see any one acting strange? or would that be too much?)
Fin surrendered to another game of dragon chess, in this short amount of time Fergus had beaten him many times over, his experience with the game and his intelligence shone in each victory. Fin walks over to Elias, a bit sheepish, and asks in Elvish, "umm..Is your sister know to be...Uhh.. particularly..fair," he hangs his head blushing a little, " I am not exactly good with talking with people, especially women. The only reason I am usually able to hold a conversation is if one of my friends is with me, but even then, I doesn't help that much with women. ll'aria had plenty of fun with that for a couple of days when I first met her." He ends with a sheepish smile, and some shuffling of his feet.
Vorkan seeing that none of the farms want to join in the merrymaking leaves them and returns to the bar. Finding himself a corner seat away from the group. Giggling to himself as he drinks down another mug.
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
OOC: Is this still going? It has been 8 days since the last post.
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Asmodeus often tells me that I am wasting my time with you mortals. He does not see the fun we can find with such pitiful ones. It seems that my time in the Nine Hells has done me well. Once a mortal myself, lich-dom gets boring quickly and one does run out of souls. Oh well, while the Demon Princes are gone, I thought I might just rummage about on their Abyss and have myself a little snack alongside some amusement. Now, where was I? Oh yes, designing more tools for your demise. TTFN.
((OOC: I didn't see that the DM had responded... I'm going to reply, just in case the DM was waiting on more players to respond.))
A great wolf hunter, Il'aria sat back in her seat, the gears turning in her head. Convinced of her own destiny, the hero couldn't help but think that those whispers could refer to her. "Yaga the Sage?" the half-elf raised one eyebrow quizzically. "What else does she speak of? And where could I find her?"