"Sorry, I am not use to your kind. The last one I saw stabbed me, so I have never had time to just look at you. It is odd, especially the tail. So usable, I thought they were useless. So thin and weak looking, I could probably jerk it off if I wanted. I won't. I said we at peace, unless the scabies was another taunt." Grins and he takes a sip from a tankard, "A challage wouldn't break the peace, it would be sport." Chuckles and stops looking at Karriz. "What you do for coin?"
"Yeah, well plenty of humans try to stab me for no reason, but I didn't attack you because of it." Karriz says, his tail leaving his pocket, petting the opening before tying itself around his waist, like a belt. "Also no touching the tail! No jerking my tail!" He takes his tankard and takes a large drink. "If I needed jink I'd normally help the dusties with bodies, or help some people rescue some other people, and fight some evil stuff I guess."
"If it works. I tried being a Adventurer and it ended poorly. A caravan guard, again it went poorly. A privateer, I grew up doing that and left with mixed feelings. A bodyguard, ended killing the employer. I have had a terrible bit of luck, but it has never been boring." Smirks at Karriz and his belt tail, "I won't hurt you, relax. I am more even tempered then most my tribe. I can behave for short periods of time."
At the mention of killing his employer, Karriz very slightly shuffles his seat a couple of inches further away. "Oh, that's fine." He says nervously. "Anyway, so what do you do beyond that? I wanna own an apple orchard sometime, apples are my favourite."
Kol shuffles closer as Karriz moves away, before laughing and moving back to his normal place. He really enjoyed messing with the Tiefling. "I hunt and I do manual labor. That is it, I can't go back home till my wanderlust is done. I would rather find a purpose and settle down, start my own tribe somewhere. That sounds nice, difficult but nice. I have nothing holding me back, but nothing to support or catch me if I fall."
"Well I'm a little weedy for manual labour." Karriz says, reaching for another caramel piece. "I can help move a deader if needed, but that's about it. I kinda mess up other stuff... Though I have Scabies with me so I'm never lonely." He pats his robe pocket again. "Scabies doesn't come out often because people are prejudice and stuff."
"I fear what Scabies is, I thought it was a sickness but may have assumed wrong. You move the dead and I usually make them, I try not to but the world likes to put arrogant and dangerous people on front of me. What is a Scabies?" Kol sipped his tankard looking at Karriz pockets a little worried.
"Okay, you can see Scabies, but promise not to hurt her." Karriz says. He reaches carefully into the depths of his robe, and produces what appears to be the skeleton of a rat. "Here she is. She's been my best friend for a long time." The skeletal rat begins to animate, wrapping its tail around Karriz's wrist as it appears to sniff along his hand.
Kol stares at the undead rat for a long while before nodding, "If she is so important to you, I will never harm her. It is unusual and more then a little unsettling but I am no judge of this world. She is fitting for you, and your profession. May Scabies last decades more, for you." Taking a much larger drink from his tankard and sighing in appreciation. "You are definitely one of the most bizarre friends I have made."
"She's not necromancy." Karriz says. "We had her checked, or the paladin's would've been even more on me." Karriz smiles as he strokes the back of the skull of Rabies. "I think some wizard made her as an experiment or something and threw him away, but I found her and decided to look after her."
"Fascinating, to think such a thing is not dark magic is quite unbelievable. You sound like me, I have difficulties with the Worshipers too. They always loud and stubborn, if you don't serve their silly god they judge you. Stupidity, my tribe never had a god. Why would we want one? They all trouble." Kol will very carefully and slowly reach out a finger toward the rat, not touching it but getting close.
Scabies seems to sniff the finger, but doesn't reach out for it. "Oh gods aren't allowed in where I come from." Karriz mentions, Scabies scurrying up to his shoulder. He takes a piece of caramel and passes it to the animated skeletal rat, which sniffs at it before sinking its teeth in, effectively shredding the cube and leaving the powdered caramel to fall onto Karriz's shoulder. "The Lady banned them. Worshippers can enter, but they can't."
Description For Oc: Tark is an older Burly and gruff Goliath[early 30s] who is smart enough to know how to survive but not arrogant and is willing to listen and learn, he is a Fighter\Barbarian. his left eye is covered by a leather eyepatch, His Face with a Large bushy beard, His grey hair Wild and unkempt, he wears Studded leather armor with a chainmail shirt over it. He was born in the northern mountains of the Eberron ,He Has traveled and survived many a battle and had stories to tell, However, he found himself at the Door of the Tavern and has since worked as a bouncer, security and a storyteller,he is very mysterious and had a dark aura around him[He is using A mix between the merc veteran, Soldier, folk hero and haunted one background as to make Him Strange, wise and very Mysterious.]
"My people have a old view on things, it isn't appreciated by some but that is okay. As long as no one starts trouble over it. My people are more relaxed then most, and we judge less. Each their own, but don't start trouble." Looks at the door when another comes in. "Well, look at that. He looks like he has had a hard life."
"Yeah, not that many people get to live in luxury." Karriz comments, stowing Scabies away into his robe again. Karriz's tail reaches up and brushes some of the shredded bits of caramel off of his shoulder, falling like confetti towards the ground.
"What is luxury? To me it is cold waters, strong foes, pretty company and warm food. That is my idea of perfection, I can't have it all but maybe one day."
The tavern door opens and a young, copper skinned elf with golden hair and silver eyes hurries in. He is wearing black robes embroidered with a silver quarter moon on each shoulder. He has a small coin purse, a dagger with a crystal embedded in the pommel, and a backpack filled almost to bursting with scrolls and tomes. He scans the room, and quickly moves to a quiet corner. "I'll have some stew and bread please," he says, setting a gold coin on the table.
Karriz picks up one of the last caramel pieces. "I guess it's different for everyone." He says, popping the cube into his mouth. The tiefling continues his conversation telepathically with Kol. "So why cold waters? Water's icky."
"I am a son of the northern seas, I grew up beside water and ice. It's a part of me. The tribe's Shaman says it is because of my love of the ocean, that I turned out as I have. It's why I was different and took a old Path, we didn't know well. So I travel and explore what I can, I will never be smart or wise but I may make some improvements." Watches the elf that came in and immediately keeps his eyes low, "Watch out, there is a elf. Don't look them in the eyes, they will steal your thoughts."
Karriz cowers, putting his hands on his heads, hit horns protruding out from his cover. "Wait... what?" He stops cowering, looking back over towards the elf. "Wait, I've never had an elf steal my thoughts, though I kinda just say what I'm thinking so anyone knows my thoughts anyway." He babbles.
"Sorry, I am not use to your kind. The last one I saw stabbed me, so I have never had time to just look at you. It is odd, especially the tail. So usable, I thought they were useless. So thin and weak looking, I could probably jerk it off if I wanted. I won't. I said we at peace, unless the scabies was another taunt." Grins and he takes a sip from a tankard, "A challage wouldn't break the peace, it would be sport." Chuckles and stops looking at Karriz. "What you do for coin?"
"Yeah, well plenty of humans try to stab me for no reason, but I didn't attack you because of it." Karriz says, his tail leaving his pocket, petting the opening before tying itself around his waist, like a belt. "Also no touching the tail! No jerking my tail!" He takes his tankard and takes a large drink. "If I needed jink I'd normally help the dusties with bodies, or help some people rescue some other people, and fight some evil stuff I guess."
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"If it works. I tried being a Adventurer and it ended poorly. A caravan guard, again it went poorly. A privateer, I grew up doing that and left with mixed feelings. A bodyguard, ended killing the employer. I have had a terrible bit of luck, but it has never been boring." Smirks at Karriz and his belt tail, "I won't hurt you, relax. I am more even tempered then most my tribe. I can behave for short periods of time."
At the mention of killing his employer, Karriz very slightly shuffles his seat a couple of inches further away. "Oh, that's fine." He says nervously. "Anyway, so what do you do beyond that? I wanna own an apple orchard sometime, apples are my favourite."
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Kol shuffles closer as Karriz moves away, before laughing and moving back to his normal place. He really enjoyed messing with the Tiefling. "I hunt and I do manual labor. That is it, I can't go back home till my wanderlust is done. I would rather find a purpose and settle down, start my own tribe somewhere. That sounds nice, difficult but nice. I have nothing holding me back, but nothing to support or catch me if I fall."
"Well I'm a little weedy for manual labour." Karriz says, reaching for another caramel piece. "I can help move a deader if needed, but that's about it. I kinda mess up other stuff... Though I have Scabies with me so I'm never lonely." He pats his robe pocket again. "Scabies doesn't come out often because people are prejudice and stuff."
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"I fear what Scabies is, I thought it was a sickness but may have assumed wrong. You move the dead and I usually make them, I try not to but the world likes to put arrogant and dangerous people on front of me. What is a Scabies?" Kol sipped his tankard looking at Karriz pockets a little worried.
"Okay, you can see Scabies, but promise not to hurt her." Karriz says. He reaches carefully into the depths of his robe, and produces what appears to be the skeleton of a rat. "Here she is. She's been my best friend for a long time." The skeletal rat begins to animate, wrapping its tail around Karriz's wrist as it appears to sniff along his hand.
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Kol stares at the undead rat for a long while before nodding, "If she is so important to you, I will never harm her. It is unusual and more then a little unsettling but I am no judge of this world. She is fitting for you, and your profession. May Scabies last decades more, for you." Taking a much larger drink from his tankard and sighing in appreciation. "You are definitely one of the most bizarre friends I have made."
"She's not necromancy." Karriz says. "We had her checked, or the paladin's would've been even more on me." Karriz smiles as he strokes the back of the skull of Rabies. "I think some wizard made her as an experiment or something and threw him away, but I found her and decided to look after her."
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"Fascinating, to think such a thing is not dark magic is quite unbelievable. You sound like me, I have difficulties with the Worshipers too. They always loud and stubborn, if you don't serve their silly god they judge you. Stupidity, my tribe never had a god. Why would we want one? They all trouble." Kol will very carefully and slowly reach out a finger toward the rat, not touching it but getting close.
Scabies seems to sniff the finger, but doesn't reach out for it. "Oh gods aren't allowed in where I come from." Karriz mentions, Scabies scurrying up to his shoulder. He takes a piece of caramel and passes it to the animated skeletal rat, which sniffs at it before sinking its teeth in, effectively shredding the cube and leaving the powdered caramel to fall onto Karriz's shoulder. "The Lady banned them. Worshippers can enter, but they can't."
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Description For Oc: Tark is an older Burly and gruff Goliath[early 30s] who is smart enough to know how to survive but not arrogant and is willing to listen and learn, he is a Fighter\Barbarian. his left eye is covered by a leather eyepatch, His Face with a Large bushy beard, His grey hair Wild and unkempt, he wears Studded leather armor with a chainmail shirt over it. He was born in the northern mountains of the Eberron ,He Has traveled and survived many a battle and had stories to tell, However, he found himself at the Door of the Tavern and has since worked as a bouncer, security and a storyteller,he is very mysterious and had a dark aura around him[He is using A mix between the merc veteran, Soldier, folk hero and haunted one background as to make Him Strange, wise and very Mysterious.]
"My people have a old view on things, it isn't appreciated by some but that is okay. As long as no one starts trouble over it. My people are more relaxed then most, and we judge less. Each their own, but don't start trouble." Looks at the door when another comes in. "Well, look at that. He looks like he has had a hard life."
"Yeah, not that many people get to live in luxury." Karriz comments, stowing Scabies away into his robe again. Karriz's tail reaches up and brushes some of the shredded bits of caramel off of his shoulder, falling like confetti towards the ground.
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"What is luxury? To me it is cold waters, strong foes, pretty company and warm food. That is my idea of perfection, I can't have it all but maybe one day."
The tavern door opens and a young, copper skinned elf with golden hair and silver eyes hurries in. He is wearing black robes embroidered with a silver quarter moon on each shoulder. He has a small coin purse, a dagger with a crystal embedded in the pommel, and a backpack filled almost to bursting with scrolls and tomes. He scans the room, and quickly moves to a quiet corner. "I'll have some stew and bread please," he says, setting a gold coin on the table.
Karriz picks up one of the last caramel pieces. "I guess it's different for everyone." He says, popping the cube into his mouth. The tiefling continues his conversation telepathically with Kol. "So why cold waters? Water's icky."
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"I am a son of the northern seas, I grew up beside water and ice. It's a part of me. The tribe's Shaman says it is because of my love of the ocean, that I turned out as I have. It's why I was different and took a old Path, we didn't know well. So I travel and explore what I can, I will never be smart or wise but I may make some improvements." Watches the elf that came in and immediately keeps his eyes low, "Watch out, there is a elf. Don't look them in the eyes, they will steal your thoughts."
Karriz cowers, putting his hands on his heads, hit horns protruding out from his cover. "Wait... what?" He stops cowering, looking back over towards the elf. "Wait, I've never had an elf steal my thoughts, though I kinda just say what I'm thinking so anyone knows my thoughts anyway." He babbles.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon