"Hello, Loraviel, it is so nice to meet you" Ebb will take Loraviel's hand, and shake it, ignoring her lack of eye contact. As he does so, Flo will fly around Ebb's arm, making it's way up, until it begins to circle around their grasped hands. Then, once they let loose their hands, Flo will fly into a pocket in Ebb's cloak, and disappear.
"Oh, we got a nice little sheet with some defining characteristics and names. They aren't the nicest descriptions, but I expect Mr. Rockseeker isn't the kindest of dwarves." Ebb says, answering her question.
"I had hoped that Gundren would have taken my advice and secured us a good and pious cleric for this journey. Perhaps he still may. Nevertheless, I feel I should get down to brass tacks. As I have told our Tiefling friends, my name is Pardo Merrywell. I have not always had the most serious of professions, but I assure you that I am NOT an unserious Hin. I have sworn to undertake this assignment and I will see it completed. I am also charged to protect you, my chosen companions on this journey. My blade and my life are yours."
"Allow me, however, to make a few things clear from the outset. There is an unfortunate tendency to view all of my race who wields a blade as outlaws, ruffians, thieves, or rogues. I am none of those things. I honor and respect the law. I do not steal from the innocent, or even from the guilty while they live. I do not "sneak" around and backstab the unsuspecting. My mail would put me at a disadvantage at the task even if I were inclined to do so and I am NOT so inclined. I meet my adversaries head-on. While I am not unskilled in ranged combat, I prefer to meet the foe with blade and shield. I am a warrior and a protector, but I am NOT a murderer. If mercy is asked for, I will, reason permitting, strive to give it."
"Even the High Road is beset by highwaymen and assorted other brigands at the point where we will be leaving the road. The odds of at least some confrontation are high. I can, to an extent, make educated guesses about your capabilities, but it would be better for us all to understand the role you intend to play in this assignment from the outset. I love a good surprise as much anyone, but not during a clash of blades."
Loraviel, shakes Ebb's hand, but she is slightly discomfortable with the hand shake. She smiles, but one can tell it is not exactly a comfortable smile. She notices something bright scurrying around Ebb's arm, and it distracts her for a moment. Then looking at Ebb again, she remembers her father. She thinks that maybe when he was younger, he may have been a warrior similar to Ebb.
Then Kilxus leaned closer and said "I bite", she turned to him surprised. After he said that he was just joking, she tried to relax a little, but wasn't doing a good job at it.
It was when she heard Pardo say "My blade and my life are yours" her mood changed quite a bit. All of a sudden, the shy, uncertain Wood Elf, became more confident, serious. She stood, reached out from under her cloak, pulled a wooden club from her waist, and rested it on the table. The blunt weapon was beautifully carved with images of forest beasts. Though, it didn't looked like a formidable weapon, one would not want to me knocked on the head with it. Under the cloak, one could also tell that Loraviel was wearing a beautiful armor made of a different kind of leather, and it also had animal engravings, similar to the club. "And you have my family's heirloom, the Hand of Oskana. I will also do my best to protect the ones that will be going on this journey."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"Your family honors us. It is beautiful and terrible in equal measure."
He tries to ignore the sarcastic voice in his head. Out for the second act Merrywell? He wonders if his companions can tell just how new this all is for him.
Oh sure, he has fought in earnest before. Any company that employs seasoned men of arms will attract bullies. Many newcomers looked at Pardo and saw an easy target. At least until Pardo met them in the Pit. He knew he had won the respect of the Company. And he had, as all Company men had done, hired himself out as a bodyguard at times for wealthy families up and down the Sword Coast. In Ice Wind Dale. In Waterdeep and Baldur's Gate. And here in Neverwinter. But he had never ventured into the wild before, where the stakes were so often grievous injury or worse, before. All his chivalrous talk might as well have been penned by the old man himself for an end of the Tenday matinee.
Kilxus nods solemnly, "While I may joke and play around, my life and honor our yours." He lays his sickle down upon the table, the blade gleaming like moonlight upon a calm water. "My blade and spells are yours, I will fight for you, and die for you if need be. I may lean towards the chaotic, but I have willingly chose to fight alongside you and shall honor that pact until my death."
He holds up a hand and it writhes in a putrescent green and purple whirl of color. "May my blade and spells stike down thoes who would stand against us." The eldritch colors fade from his outstreched hand and another sly smile crosses his face, "Unto death my friends."
“I ahh... Also brought this with me. My father made it.” Loraviel reaches with her left hand behind her back, under her cloak. She pulls a wooden shield, not wider than her body, and lay it on the table. In the center of the shield, the head of a bear is carved on it. It definitely looks newer than the club, and it seems to have been made by a master woodcarver. She rans her fingers on the head of the bear, and a single tear drops from one of her eyes. “That’s Mamma Urza...” she sniffs. “She gave me a big “bear” hug before I left for this journey.” She chuckles while sniffing again.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Loraviel looks at Ebb “I think that what we decide to do with what we have, whether for good or evil, is what matters in the afterlife. If we stay true to each other, we will have a safe journey. I think that I am starting to like you guys already.” She then looks at Kilxus, without averting her eyes this time, then to Pardo.
Madame Rosene comes over. “Ok gentlemen, my customers are getting a little worried with the display on the table. Are you guys going to order anything?
“I am terribly sorry madam.” She put the Hand of Oskana and her shield away, and it’s like they are not under her cloak again. “May I have a glass of water? Also, do you have any meal that does not have meat in it?”
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Any particularly observant members of the newly formed party might have noticed a water genasi approach after watching for a brief time from the far end of the bar. Having just witnessed the early display of devotion to one another on his way towards their table, the man interjects and places a wooden cup down somewhat forcefully, ale splashing from it, before adding plainly "and my...cup, it would seem." The cup is weathered and has one flat side with barnacles stuck to it as if it had been carved right out of the hull of a well worn ship.
Looking up, the party sees a teal skinned man with bright yellow eyes and a tight fitting tan bandana hiding his hair at the moment. "The name's Surge, but my friends just called me 'Priest'. I imagine no one else has yet fit my description on that note you have there?"The new arrival is adorned with a rapier at the hip, a net full of some very random gear over his shoulder, and a dark wooden quarterstaff from the top of which hangs a damaged but lit lantern. He looks down at a free chair, "may I?" The genasi seems a bit wobbly, a bit abrupt in his greeting, and smelling quite a bit of alcohol, but is still cordial on the whole. He looks up to one of the servers and briefly says "ale, and water, if you would."
"Ah, your arrival is truly fortuitous, Priest. Well met, indeed. We would appear to be, at last, a complete party of True Companions."
"Madame Rosane, let us have one last round of whatever the party desires. Food and drink. Decadent or austere as each Companion commands. We will finalize our pledges to one another and then, I, for one, will retire to the fine bed our patron Gundren has supplied. I sense that I may not see it's like for some time. We ride at dawn."
"Hi Priest! I'm Ebb! It's great to meet you! I assume you're the cleric that Pardo here briefly mentioned." As Ebb says this, the light globule, Flo, will reappear, and will orbit around Ebb's left wrist at very high speeds.
Surge sits and casually leans back in his chair while resting his staff and lantern against the wall. He lifts one ankle on top of the other knee, his raised leg resting at a ninety degree angle. The genasi is wearing black trousers tightly rolled halfway up his thigh and some sort of drab looking leather shoe lacking any particular detail. Between the soft, flowing material of a mostly unbuttoned white shirt a necklace shifts on his teal skinned chest to reveal two holy symbols, one being a brass symbol of a waterfall hitting a still pool and the other a roughly hammered iron symbol of a cloud and three lightning bolts. An educated observer would know them to represent Eldath, Mother of Waters and Vallur, Captain of the Waves.
Surge hefts his wooden cup once more and seems to have a brief, cynical chuckle at the word fortuitous before taking a long gulp and saying "let's hope so, but I'll do my best to aid you all on this job either way."
"Greetings Ebb. Yep, I hope that's me. A friend down on the docks told me about the job. Does it mention a handsome, yellow-eyed genasi?" Surge smiles and winks at Ebb.
Flo will speed up a little more, as Ebb looks down at the floor for a moment, then back up at Surge, "Oh.. umm, no, Pardo just mentioned there might be a cleric, you sadly weren't on the sheet."
"Ohh… Hello there Surge. Err... It is nice to meet you." Loraviel is glad that she is meeting all these new faces and different kind of people, yet at the same time she is confused. She is used to a life of seclusion, for the most part, from civilization. She had visited Khorvaire, the heart of the Wood Elf nation, but on the few occasions that she was there, she only got a glimpse of a few humans, and maybe some dwarves. She then adds "It is good to know that we have a healer in our party. I am actually not that great in that area myself... My... My parents weren't great at healing, you see." After trailing off the last word, she sits down and looks down at her feet.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Taking another large gulp from his cup before holding it aloft for a refill Surge replies to Ebb "well a nice surprise for you all then, eh? heh heh". Putting his feet up on a the table with two thuds Surge adds "I kid, I kid" with a wave of his hand. "Well if I've surmised what this little venture is all about correctly, and the pay of course, I'm in if you'll all have me, list or no."
Smiling at Loraviel the drunken genasi replies "well I'll tell you what, when you we run across some bandits, and I'm sure as the sun rising over eastern waters that we will, you thump em good with that thing there on the table and I'll fix you up afterwards, ok? I hope you don't damage it though, I have to say, it's quite nice." He raises his mug to her with a nod, and a nod for the craftsmanship of her club on the table as well.
Ebb will say goodnight to everyone, stand up, grab his quarterstaff, and head upstairs. As he does so, Flo will fly to the top of the staff and rest there as he goes to his room.
"Hello, Loraviel, it is so nice to meet you" Ebb will take Loraviel's hand, and shake it, ignoring her lack of eye contact. As he does so, Flo will fly around Ebb's arm, making it's way up, until it begins to circle around their grasped hands. Then, once they let loose their hands, Flo will fly into a pocket in Ebb's cloak, and disappear.
"Oh, we got a nice little sheet with some defining characteristics and names. They aren't the nicest descriptions, but I expect Mr. Rockseeker isn't the kindest of dwarves." Ebb says, answering her question.
Kilxus leans close to Loraviel and whispers "I bite" and winks slightly.
Ebb will jab Kilxus with his elbow and mutter, "You could try making us look a little bit better."
He'll then look at Loraviel and say, "He's joking!" and flash her a smile.
Kilxus smiles, "Of course I'm joking, sometimes I cannot contain myself."
Pardo pushes the map to the center of the table.
"I had hoped that Gundren would have taken my advice and secured us a good and pious cleric for this journey. Perhaps he still may. Nevertheless, I feel I should get down to brass tacks. As I have told our Tiefling friends, my name is Pardo Merrywell. I have not always had the most serious of professions, but I assure you that I am NOT an unserious Hin. I have sworn to undertake this assignment and I will see it completed. I am also charged to protect you, my chosen companions on this journey. My blade and my life are yours."
"Allow me, however, to make a few things clear from the outset. There is an unfortunate tendency to view all of my race who wields a blade as outlaws, ruffians, thieves, or rogues. I am none of those things. I honor and respect the law. I do not steal from the innocent, or even from the guilty while they live. I do not "sneak" around and backstab the unsuspecting. My mail would put me at a disadvantage at the task even if I were inclined to do so and I am NOT so inclined. I meet my adversaries head-on. While I am not unskilled in ranged combat, I prefer to meet the foe with blade and shield. I am a warrior and a protector, but I am NOT a murderer. If mercy is asked for, I will, reason permitting, strive to give it."
"Even the High Road is beset by highwaymen and assorted other brigands at the point where we will be leaving the road. The odds of at least some confrontation are high. I can, to an extent, make educated guesses about your capabilities, but it would be better for us all to understand the role you intend to play in this assignment from the outset. I love a good surprise as much anyone, but not during a clash of blades."
Loraviel, shakes Ebb's hand, but she is slightly discomfortable with the hand shake. She smiles, but one can tell it is not exactly a comfortable smile. She notices something bright scurrying around Ebb's arm, and it distracts her for a moment. Then looking at Ebb again, she remembers her father. She thinks that maybe when he was younger, he may have been a warrior similar to Ebb.
Then Kilxus leaned closer and said "I bite", she turned to him surprised. After he said that he was just joking, she tried to relax a little, but wasn't doing a good job at it.
It was when she heard Pardo say "My blade and my life are yours" her mood changed quite a bit. All of a sudden, the shy, uncertain Wood Elf, became more confident, serious. She stood, reached out from under her cloak, pulled a wooden club from her waist, and rested it on the table. The blunt weapon was beautifully carved with images of forest beasts. Though, it didn't looked like a formidable weapon, one would not want to me knocked on the head with it. Under the cloak, one could also tell that Loraviel was wearing a beautiful armor made of a different kind of leather, and it also had animal engravings, similar to the club. "And you have my family's heirloom, the Hand of Oskana. I will also do my best to protect the ones that will be going on this journey."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Pardo nods solemnly at the club.
"Your family honors us. It is beautiful and terrible in equal measure."
He tries to ignore the sarcastic voice in his head. Out for the second act Merrywell? He wonders if his companions can tell just how new this all is for him.
Oh sure, he has fought in earnest before. Any company that employs seasoned men of arms will attract bullies. Many newcomers looked at Pardo and saw an easy target. At least until Pardo met them in the Pit. He knew he had won the respect of the Company. And he had, as all Company men had done, hired himself out as a bodyguard at times for wealthy families up and down the Sword Coast. In Ice Wind Dale. In Waterdeep and Baldur's Gate. And here in Neverwinter. But he had never ventured into the wild before, where the stakes were so often grievous injury or worse, before. All his chivalrous talk might as well have been penned by the old man himself for an end of the Tenday matinee.
Kilxus nods solemnly, "While I may joke and play around, my life and honor our yours." He lays his sickle down upon the table, the blade gleaming like moonlight upon a calm water. "My blade and spells are yours, I will fight for you, and die for you if need be. I may lean towards the chaotic, but I have willingly chose to fight alongside you and shall honor that pact until my death."
He holds up a hand and it writhes in a putrescent green and purple whirl of color. "May my blade and spells stike down thoes who would stand against us." The eldritch colors fade from his outstreched hand and another sly smile crosses his face, "Unto death my friends."
“I ahh... Also brought this with me. My father made it.” Loraviel reaches with her left hand behind her back, under her cloak. She pulls a wooden shield, not wider than her body, and lay it on the table. In the center of the shield, the head of a bear is carved on it. It definitely looks newer than the club, and it seems to have been made by a master woodcarver. She rans her fingers on the head of the bear, and a single tear drops from one of her eyes. “That’s Mamma Urza...” she sniffs. “She gave me a big “bear” hug before I left for this journey.” She chuckles while sniffing again.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"This is really all I got." Ebb says, lifting his quarterstaff. "But I am ready, and I'm going to put my all into making us not dying."
Loraviel looks at Ebb “I think that what we decide to do with what we have, whether for good or evil, is what matters in the afterlife. If we stay true to each other, we will have a safe journey. I think that I am starting to like you guys already.” She then looks at Kilxus, without averting her eyes this time, then to Pardo.
Madame Rosene comes over. “Ok gentlemen, my customers are getting a little worried with the display on the table. Are you guys going to order anything?
“I am terribly sorry madam.” She put the Hand of Oskana and her shield away, and it’s like they are not under her cloak again. “May I have a glass of water? Also, do you have any meal that does not have meat in it?”
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Any particularly observant members of the newly formed party might have noticed a water genasi approach after watching for a brief time from the far end of the bar. Having just witnessed the early display of devotion to one another on his way towards their table, the man interjects and places a wooden cup down somewhat forcefully, ale splashing from it, before adding plainly "and my...cup, it would seem." The cup is weathered and has one flat side with barnacles stuck to it as if it had been carved right out of the hull of a well worn ship.
Looking up, the party sees a teal skinned man with bright yellow eyes and a tight fitting tan bandana hiding his hair at the moment. "The name's Surge, but my friends just called me 'Priest'. I imagine no one else has yet fit my description on that note you have there?" The new arrival is adorned with a rapier at the hip, a net full of some very random gear over his shoulder, and a dark wooden quarterstaff from the top of which hangs a damaged but lit lantern. He looks down at a free chair, "may I?" The genasi seems a bit wobbly, a bit abrupt in his greeting, and smelling quite a bit of alcohol, but is still cordial on the whole. He looks up to one of the servers and briefly says "ale, and water, if you would."
"Ah, your arrival is truly fortuitous, Priest. Well met, indeed. We would appear to be, at last, a complete party of True Companions."
"Madame Rosane, let us have one last round of whatever the party desires. Food and drink. Decadent or austere as each Companion commands. We will finalize our pledges to one another and then, I, for one, will retire to the fine bed our patron Gundren has supplied. I sense that I may not see it's like for some time. We ride at dawn."
"Hi Priest! I'm Ebb! It's great to meet you! I assume you're the cleric that Pardo here briefly mentioned." As Ebb says this, the light globule, Flo, will reappear, and will orbit around Ebb's left wrist at very high speeds.
Surge sits and casually leans back in his chair while resting his staff and lantern against the wall. He lifts one ankle on top of the other knee, his raised leg resting at a ninety degree angle. The genasi is wearing black trousers tightly rolled halfway up his thigh and some sort of drab looking leather shoe lacking any particular detail. Between the soft, flowing material of a mostly unbuttoned white shirt a necklace shifts on his teal skinned chest to reveal two holy symbols, one being a brass symbol of a waterfall hitting a still pool and the other a roughly hammered iron symbol of a cloud and three lightning bolts. An educated observer would know them to represent Eldath, Mother of Waters and Vallur, Captain of the Waves.
Surge hefts his wooden cup once more and seems to have a brief, cynical chuckle at the word fortuitous before taking a long gulp and saying "let's hope so, but I'll do my best to aid you all on this job either way."
"Greetings Ebb. Yep, I hope that's me. A friend down on the docks told me about the job. Does it mention a handsome, yellow-eyed genasi?" Surge smiles and winks at Ebb.
Flo will speed up a little more, as Ebb looks down at the floor for a moment, then back up at Surge, "Oh.. umm, no, Pardo just mentioned there might be a cleric, you sadly weren't on the sheet."
"Ohh… Hello there Surge. Err... It is nice to meet you." Loraviel is glad that she is meeting all these new faces and different kind of people, yet at the same time she is confused. She is used to a life of seclusion, for the most part, from civilization. She had visited Khorvaire, the heart of the Wood Elf nation, but on the few occasions that she was there, she only got a glimpse of a few humans, and maybe some dwarves. She then adds "It is good to know that we have a healer in our party. I am actually not that great in that area myself... My... My parents weren't great at healing, you see." After trailing off the last word, she sits down and looks down at her feet.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Taking another large gulp from his cup before holding it aloft for a refill Surge replies to Ebb "well a nice surprise for you all then, eh? heh heh". Putting his feet up on a the table with two thuds Surge adds "I kid, I kid" with a wave of his hand. "Well if I've surmised what this little venture is all about correctly, and the pay of course, I'm in if you'll all have me, list or no."
Smiling at Loraviel the drunken genasi replies "well I'll tell you what, when you we run across some bandits, and I'm sure as the sun rising over eastern waters that we will, you thump em good with that thing there on the table and I'll fix you up afterwards, ok? I hope you don't damage it though, I have to say, it's quite nice." He raises his mug to her with a nod, and a nod for the craftsmanship of her club on the table as well.
Pardo rises from the table and gives each of his companions a solemn nod of his head before heading to his room to rest before the journey ahead.
Ebb will say goodnight to everyone, stand up, grab his quarterstaff, and head upstairs. As he does so, Flo will fly to the top of the staff and rest there as he goes to his room.