Well then, resting a few days i see Aemaris is nowhere to be found, i ask Gavin if he could leave Aemaris a message informing him that traveled to Middle town.
There i go, to help the folks in the Lower and Middle Peak. I also ask the locals if there is anything they need.
After helping the townsfolk for (a few days?) i could not get away from the visions i had, rationalizing that the best place to seek for help was in the temple of Meryn, if the wizard would play a role in LIFE, and there i went to meditate for insight and for discussing to the local priest about the visions.
Vah'Lor takes a walk to the Temple of Meryn from the Hanging Chicken, down the huge crowded stone bridge that leads down to the Lower Peak. Its a cold but sunny day in the City. Parallel to the bridge, thick steel cables run down to the Lower Peak, and for 1silver piece, you can use a suspended cart to zipline down in just a minute or two.
On the bridge, many small houses and businesses have been built, and there are always people shouting, selling their wears, advertising their goods and services.
"Shoe repairs! Get your shoes fixed right here!"
"Haircuts and beard trims! Don't ya' wanna look sharp for the lasses?"
"Blade sharpening! Knives, swords, axes, and even Rapiers, for the Elvish Gentlemen?"
A random group of High Elves passes by, frowning, followed by a gaggle of Halfling Gypsies hassling them for money...Dwarven and Human workers of all sorts hauling piles of random things across the ancient bridge, all in a chaotic expression of urban culture.
As Vah'Lor reaches the Lower Peak, he starts making his way North of it, across the Grand Marketplace. The crowd gets even thicker, and the Central plaza is full of Market stands and booths selling whatever he could possibly think of for the right price. Merchants and shoppers of nearly every Race in Talaveroth haggle and argue, making deals by the hundreds every minute.
A carnival has recently moved into town, and the Grand Marketplace is full of Jugglers, acrobats, Bear Tamers, Jesters, wrestlers, fire breathers and spinners, street magicians and Fortune Tellers.
On the Central Public Stage, Bards and Actors perform Music and Theater for the masses, interrupted every once and awhile by public announcements.
"Hear ye, Hear Ye, Brave Citizens of the Three Peaks! By Order of the Chieftain of the Granit Clan, and Governor of our beloved City, a reward of 300 Gold shall be given to anyone who can bring reliable information on the location or Whereabouts of one Sir Laas Dauntley of Melassone, Human Knight of Mastandia, and Sergeant in the Alliance. It is believed Sir Dauntley was last seen around Oakfields, heading towards the Crossroads, in a horse-drawn wagon with his squire Fretingen."
As Vah'Lor makes his way through the Grand Marketplace, he can see the Temple of Meryn in the distance, rising above the crowd, a golden dome bathed in sunlight...
Would you like to do anything on your way to the Temple?
I was walking casualy, kind of lost, without purpose, driving myself to visit my gods temple.
This announcement must not be at random i think , i aproach the anouncer and inquiry about Sir Laas Dauntley, i want to know more about him. Before i set my course to to the Crossroads.
Unfortunately, no one in the crowd seems to know anything about him....
However, as Vah'Lor is walking around the Grand Market, he sees 5 Giant Eagles with Riders bearing banners of the Alliance Air Force fly above the crowd, and land...at the Hanging Chicken on the balcony. They seem to be carrying a group of tired and beat up looking Dwarves with them...
As VaH'Lor sees the Air force he feels proud of himself from beeing a dwarf, but pride soon becomes worry, for he noticed the injured. For him that is no doubt he must go back to the Hanging Chicken and use his craft to aid his brethren.
Gold is not important in these situation he speaks to himself
Elwin had a number of odd feelings returning to the place; he was barely a man the last he'd seen of it, before he left their orphanage of his own accord. Normally, he'd have been sent to work an apprenticeship, or would have sought employment in town; but he'd already ran into his patron Orridon at that point, and so his path into formal adulthood was far more... interesting than normal.
Although lightly armored, he hoped he wouldn't stand out too much. Obviously he'd still appear to be an adventurer, but now that he could dismiss his pact weapon on a whim, he carried no spear, only a backpack with his shield slung behind it. Had he been armed, then if some of the less charitable teachers of the place recognized him returning after four years, they'd have probably started a panic, thinking he was going to tear the place apart. Elwin smiled at the thought. He hadn't been that bad, really, despite the overly-delicate sensibilities of some.
Feeling a bit fidgety as he approached, the strapping young man reached for the crystal hung around his neck. It served as a backup magical focus for him; and after his latest bout of training, he often found himself seeking the solace of the arcane arts when nervous. He suppressed a grin as he practiced his prestidigitations, along with his cold spell. There was still a child-like glee to seeing himself be able to perform these feats; but he knew it was all for a greater purpose, for him to become an adventurer, and seek his place in the world, as a man and as an agent of his patron, Orridon the Starlance.
Although right now his first serious adventuring task was seeking after the whereabouts of a childhood friend. That was the sort of thing adventurers did, after all... Elwin was sure of it. Tucking his arcane crystal back under his armor--no point in showing it off to everyone--he quickened his pace toward the temple.
OOC: Introducing Elwin Cold, human Hexblade and beginning adventurer. Details and pic are in my signature.
As Elwin steps into the temple of Meryn, many young teenage orphans run up to him, excited to see him come back after so many years. Last time he saw them, they were still small children.
Out of the commotion, he hears a familiar voice rise out of the crowd.
"Now, now, my children, calm down! There are sick and wounded people trying to recover here!"
Father William, the local Head Priest, steps in...
"Elwin, I cannot believe my eyes! Meryn has truly blessed us today. It is good to see you, my son!"
The old Human Cleric immediately recognizes Elwin. For years, he was the closest thing the Warlock had to a father figure. A devout and compassionate man, he runs the Temple, which also serves as an orphanage and hospital.
"As You can see, not much has changed here. But I see you certainly have. I sense strong magic in you. Please, make yourself comfortable while I finish taking care of these poor villagers here. Their homes were raided and burned by Gnolls a few days ago. Good thing brother Vah'Lor here has volunteered to help us for the past few days. He has been a blessing to this Temple."
Next to him stands a sturdy Dwarf (OOC Vah'Lor, your cue to introduce yourself...)
Her story begins at the Sleeping Goat Hanging Chicken Tavern, bursting through the raucous dinner crowd, a very fair half-elf with green sunglasses pushes her way towards the barkeep.
She is greeted by a thundering gravely voice. "Welcome to the Hanging Chicken, me friend! If ye'r lookin' for a merry ole time, or just a place to crash, then ya came to the right place!"
The grizzled yet friendly old Dwarf behind the bar invites her to sit down. "So, what brings you here today?"
Trying to push her red curls back under a dark head scarf, Tamlynn grins and shouts over the noise, "IS THIS WHERE THE KNIGHTS OF THE HANGING CHICKEN REALLY STAY?!" Peering over her glasses, "WERE YOU THERE FOR THE BATTLE?!" Getting up as close as possible to him without being too rude, she asks with her big girl voice, "ARE YOU THEIR MANAGER?!"
Her expectant face is full of wonder and smiles, as her wide eyes scan his for all the fan-girl details.
Torment Malichar sits at the end of the bar, nursing a cold glass of Talaveroth moonshine. The glass sweats on the table as her hot blood rushes the condensation along, her hand sitting in a small puddle. The candle at her end of the bar has been purposefully extinguished to provide her with some solace from the rest of the crowd’s judging looks.
A Tiefling never truly finds peace in a town like this one it seems. With her crimson red, smooth-yet-scaly skin and her even darker garnet horns curling majestically out and around her black locks at the top of her head, she more than stands out in the crowd. The fact that she is an avid fan of using her prehensile tail (spikey appendage and all) for everything from a melee weapon to a stirring spoon, certainly does not help her reputation much.
She sits, deep in thought, hoping to return to the forest soon. She pines for the smell the Earth and feel the gentle breeze through the leaves. Yet another, deeper sadness hides under the surface; a longing for the cool darkness of the Underdark and it’s beautiful, yet treacherous pathways. She is unhappy and lonely in this place.
She thinks of her second family, the druids who had taken her in as a fiendish, angry beast in the woods, half blind from the sunlight and starving from weeks of naked cold on her way to the surface. She’d arrived into a full, snowy winter and if they hadn’t happened upon her… she could only shiver at the thought. She absent-mindedly spins her amulet of Mielikki on its chain as she remembers her younger years, the silver unicorn’s horn making small indents in her fingers as it bounces back and forth.
A racket snaps Torment out of her reminiscing and she suddenly looks up from her drink, hearing a particularly annoying Elf making loud noises and looking a bit too gleeful. What could possibly be so exciting? The Tiefling raps her tail around the leg of her barstool and swivels around to get a better look.
She sighs with recognition and rolls her eyes - “Mielikki, stay my hand… I’ve no patience for this one today. What is she calling herself these days? I wonder…”
It had been years since Torment had been graced with the presence of her old rival and sometimes partner in crime (or friend if you really want to know, but it’s none of your business most likely). She knew better than to call her by her true name, since their shared history was anything but a topic of common knowledge. Torment couldn’t remember if her masters had called her anything but anything “demon *****” as a child. The Drow had ripped her from her mother’s womb by the horns as her winged fiend of father laughed at the mutilation… It was the druids who had named her after hearing her tale – Torment seemed a good fit. The two escapees didn’t have much in common, but not many of those who had been through the trials that they had would have survived, let alone made it to the surface in one piece.
Well, it wasn’t the most awful thing to see the Half-Elf again, she supposed. Rising from the stool, she decides that they should probably catch up and share any important news they’d heard on the local winds.
Shooting her drink, she walks up behind Tamlynn and speaks in a low growl –“Fancy seeing you here, you daughter of an elf whore!”She gives the Half-Elf a good push away from the bar, swinging her tail out to grab her by the leg in an attempt to knock her to the ground… and fails(backend roll, Dex 15 against Tamlynn’s 16). Looking up from her tail, she waits for Tamlynn’s reaction in the same split second.
The epicness of the occasion is suddenly ripped right out of her grasp when Tamlynn is pushed to the side. Something tentacle-like bounces off her legs, causing a wave of disgust to vibrate through her entire being.
She looks up and easily recognizes the foolish and seriously depressing fiend in front of her. That wave of disgust turns directly to spite and malice.
With the bile in her throat starting to build, she spits, "You motherless goat! Did you seriously just try and hit me?” Going on, “We're you too much in your feelings (air quotes), as usual, to land anything?"
Tamlynn looks to take a nearby tankard full of whatever in one hand and a burning candle in the other. Wouldn’t it be delicious to dump the brew unceremoniously over her favorite frenemy's ginormous head and light the ***** on fire?
It won’t hurt her, of course, she’s rude like that. But the crowd’s reaction will most definitely take that snide, constipated look off her stupid face.
She goes for it, and… failsspectacularly(straight, backend roll: Tamlynn natural 1 [player screams internally], Torment 17).
Gavin smiles at the Half Elf and Tieflling who just walzed into the Hanging Chicken, and start brawling right in front of his bar. Far from stopping it, he actually leans over, and observes calmly, almost as if he were taking mental notes.
"Well aren't ya' two a sassy bunch today! Moonshine ya' say? Sadly, I'm all out...(he actually looks down and sheds a tear)...i had to use it all to fight THIS off recently!"
He points at a giant tentacle made into a trophy and displayed on his trophy wall.
"I'm working extra hard to get more Moonshine, but in the meantime, try this Mc Kulick Triple Distilled, straight from the Cask, on the house! It'll put some hair on ya' chest! Also, I can't help but notice ya' two are just aking fer' action...I might have just the job fer' ya!"
Torment turns to look at Gavin, midway into a haymaker half spin, and stops in her tracks. "Your words smell of gold, my good barkeep. I'd love a drink at said discount and a good adventure to boot!" She smiles seductively - "Now I see what got this one all excited! You're such a brawny man!"she coos.
Glancing back at Tamlynn, she winks. "What say we finish this conversation later over some grog and make some coin together? What's your 'name' anyway, oh lady of terrible aim?" She finds it hard to contain her laughter and her eyes turn green with mirth.
Congratulations, you are now Team 3 in the Talaveroth/Knights of the Hanging Chicken Mass Campaign!
Aemis and Vah'Lor are still at the Hanging Chicken, recovering from the fight with the Giant Tentacles.
Thanicles has been arrested, but they are all 100gp richer...
Well then, resting a few days i see Aemaris is nowhere to be found, i ask Gavin if he could leave Aemaris a message informing him that traveled to Middle town.
There i go, to help the folks in the Lower and Middle Peak. I also ask the locals if there is anything they need.
Vah'Lor leaves a message for Aemis at the bar, and heads out to the Middle Peak.
The most prominent areas/landmarks in the Middle Peak are
1)The Tavern district
2)The Forges
3)The Guildhalls
4)The City Guarrison and Barracks
5) Cemetary of the 3 Peaks
The Lower Peak area/landmarks are:
1)The City Gates
2)The Grand Marketplace
3)The Temple of Meryn
4) The Arcane University
5)The Bard's College
The Hanging Chicken lies in the middle of the bridge that connects the Middle and Lower Peaks...
After helping the townsfolk for (a few days?) i could not get away from the visions i had, rationalizing that the best place to seek for help was in the temple of Meryn, if the wizard would play a role in LIFE, and there i went to meditate for insight and for discussing to the local priest about the visions.
Vah'Lor takes a walk to the Temple of Meryn from the Hanging Chicken, down the huge crowded stone bridge that leads down to the Lower Peak. Its a cold but sunny day in the City. Parallel to the bridge, thick steel cables run down to the Lower Peak, and for 1silver piece, you can use a suspended cart to zipline down in just a minute or two.
On the bridge, many small houses and businesses have been built, and there are always people shouting, selling their wears, advertising their goods and services.
"Shoe repairs! Get your shoes fixed right here!"
"Haircuts and beard trims! Don't ya' wanna look sharp for the lasses?"
"Blade sharpening! Knives, swords, axes, and even Rapiers, for the Elvish Gentlemen?"
A random group of High Elves passes by, frowning, followed by a gaggle of Halfling Gypsies hassling them for money...Dwarven and Human workers of all sorts hauling piles of random things across the ancient bridge, all in a chaotic expression of urban culture.
As Vah'Lor reaches the Lower Peak, he starts making his way North of it, across the Grand Marketplace. The crowd gets even thicker, and the Central plaza is full of Market stands and booths selling whatever he could possibly think of for the right price. Merchants and shoppers of nearly every Race in Talaveroth haggle and argue, making deals by the hundreds every minute.
A carnival has recently moved into town, and the Grand Marketplace is full of Jugglers, acrobats, Bear Tamers, Jesters, wrestlers, fire breathers and spinners, street magicians and Fortune Tellers.
On the Central Public Stage, Bards and Actors perform Music and Theater for the masses, interrupted every once and awhile by public announcements.
"Hear ye, Hear Ye, Brave Citizens of the Three Peaks! By Order of the Chieftain of the Granit Clan, and Governor of our beloved City, a reward of 300 Gold shall be given to anyone who can bring reliable information on the location or Whereabouts of one Sir Laas Dauntley of Melassone, Human Knight of Mastandia, and Sergeant in the Alliance. It is believed Sir Dauntley was last seen around Oakfields, heading towards the Crossroads, in a horse-drawn wagon with his squire Fretingen."
As Vah'Lor makes his way through the Grand Marketplace, he can see the Temple of Meryn in the distance, rising above the crowd, a golden dome bathed in sunlight...
Would you like to do anything on your way to the Temple?
I was walking casualy, kind of lost, without purpose, driving myself to visit my gods temple.
This announcement must not be at random i think , i aproach the anouncer and inquiry about Sir Laas Dauntley, i want to know more about him. Before i set my course to to the Crossroads.
Roll an INVESTIGATION CHECK to see if Vah'Lor can find out more about Laas Dauntley
1
OOC: That was a good roll =P
Unfortunately, no one in the crowd seems to know anything about him....
However, as Vah'Lor is walking around the Grand Market, he sees 5 Giant Eagles with Riders bearing banners of the Alliance Air Force fly above the crowd, and land...at the Hanging Chicken on the balcony. They seem to be carrying a group of tired and beat up looking Dwarves with them...
As VaH'Lor sees the Air force he feels proud of himself from beeing a dwarf, but pride soon becomes worry, for he noticed the injured. For him that is no doubt he must go back to the Hanging Chicken and use his craft to aid his brethren.
Gold is not important in these situation he speaks to himself
The Temple of Meryn.
Elwin had a number of odd feelings returning to the place; he was barely a man the last he'd seen of it, before he left their orphanage of his own accord. Normally, he'd have been sent to work an apprenticeship, or would have sought employment in town; but he'd already ran into his patron Orridon at that point, and so his path into formal adulthood was far more... interesting than normal.
Although lightly armored, he hoped he wouldn't stand out too much. Obviously he'd still appear to be an adventurer, but now that he could dismiss his pact weapon on a whim, he carried no spear, only a backpack with his shield slung behind it. Had he been armed, then if some of the less charitable teachers of the place recognized him returning after four years, they'd have probably started a panic, thinking he was going to tear the place apart. Elwin smiled at the thought. He hadn't been that bad, really, despite the overly-delicate sensibilities of some.
Feeling a bit fidgety as he approached, the strapping young man reached for the crystal hung around his neck. It served as a backup magical focus for him; and after his latest bout of training, he often found himself seeking the solace of the arcane arts when nervous. He suppressed a grin as he practiced his prestidigitations, along with his cold spell. There was still a child-like glee to seeing himself be able to perform these feats; but he knew it was all for a greater purpose, for him to become an adventurer, and seek his place in the world, as a man and as an agent of his patron, Orridon the Starlance.
Although right now his first serious adventuring task was seeking after the whereabouts of a childhood friend. That was the sort of thing adventurers did, after all... Elwin was sure of it. Tucking his arcane crystal back under his armor--no point in showing it off to everyone--he quickened his pace toward the temple.
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As Elwin steps into the temple of Meryn, many young teenage orphans run up to him, excited to see him come back after so many years. Last time he saw them, they were still small children.
Out of the commotion, he hears a familiar voice rise out of the crowd.
"Now, now, my children, calm down! There are sick and wounded people trying to recover here!"
Father William, the local Head Priest, steps in...
"Elwin, I cannot believe my eyes! Meryn has truly blessed us today. It is good to see you, my son!"
The old Human Cleric immediately recognizes Elwin. For years, he was the closest thing the Warlock had to a father figure. A devout and compassionate man, he runs the Temple, which also serves as an orphanage and hospital.
"As You can see, not much has changed here. But I see you certainly have. I sense strong magic in you. Please, make yourself comfortable while I finish taking care of these poor villagers here. Their homes were raided and burned by Gnolls a few days ago. Good thing brother Vah'Lor here has volunteered to help us for the past few days. He has been a blessing to this Temple."
Next to him stands a sturdy Dwarf (OOC Vah'Lor, your cue to introduce yourself...)
Her story begins at the
Sleeping GoatHanging Chicken Tavern, bursting through the raucous dinner crowd, a very fair half-elf with green sunglasses pushes her way towards the barkeep.She is greeted by a thundering gravely voice. "Welcome to the Hanging Chicken, me friend! If ye'r lookin' for a merry ole time, or just a place to crash, then ya came to the right place!"
The grizzled yet friendly old Dwarf behind the bar invites her to sit down. "So, what brings you here today?"
Trying to push her red curls back under a dark head scarf, Tamlynn grins and shouts over the noise, "IS THIS WHERE THE KNIGHTS OF THE HANGING CHICKEN REALLY STAY?!" Peering over her glasses, "WERE YOU THERE FOR THE BATTLE?!" Getting up as close as possible to him without being too rude, she asks with her big girl voice, "ARE YOU THEIR MANAGER?!"
Her expectant face is full of wonder and smiles, as her wide eyes scan his for all the fan-girl details.
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Torment Malichar sits at the end of the bar, nursing a cold glass of Talaveroth moonshine. The glass sweats on the table as her hot blood rushes the condensation along, her hand sitting in a small puddle. The candle at her end of the bar has been purposefully extinguished to provide her with some solace from the rest of the crowd’s judging looks.
A Tiefling never truly finds peace in a town like this one it seems. With her crimson red, smooth-yet-scaly skin and her even darker garnet horns curling majestically out and around her black locks at the top of her head, she more than stands out in the crowd. The fact that she is an avid fan of using her prehensile tail (spikey appendage and all) for everything from a melee weapon to a stirring spoon, certainly does not help her reputation much.
She sits, deep in thought, hoping to return to the forest soon. She pines for the smell the Earth and feel the gentle breeze through the leaves. Yet another, deeper sadness hides under the surface; a longing for the cool darkness of the Underdark and it’s beautiful, yet treacherous pathways. She is unhappy and lonely in this place.
She thinks of her second family, the druids who had taken her in as a fiendish, angry beast in the woods, half blind from the sunlight and starving from weeks of naked cold on her way to the surface. She’d arrived into a full, snowy winter and if they hadn’t happened upon her… she could only shiver at the thought. She absent-mindedly spins her amulet of Mielikki on its chain as she remembers her younger years, the silver unicorn’s horn making small indents in her fingers as it bounces back and forth.
A racket snaps Torment out of her reminiscing and she suddenly looks up from her drink, hearing a particularly annoying Elf making loud noises and looking a bit too gleeful. What could possibly be so exciting? The Tiefling raps her tail around the leg of her barstool and swivels around to get a better look.
She sighs with recognition and rolls her eyes - “Mielikki, stay my hand… I’ve no patience for this one today. What is she calling herself these days? I wonder…”
It had been years since Torment had been graced with the presence of her old rival and sometimes partner in crime (or friend if you really want to know, but it’s none of your business most likely). She knew better than to call her by her true name, since their shared history was anything but a topic of common knowledge. Torment couldn’t remember if her masters had called her anything but anything “demon *****” as a child. The Drow had ripped her from her mother’s womb by the horns as her winged fiend of father laughed at the mutilation… It was the druids who had named her after hearing her tale – Torment seemed a good fit. The two escapees didn’t have much in common, but not many of those who had been through the trials that they had would have survived, let alone made it to the surface in one piece.
Well, it wasn’t the most awful thing to see the Half-Elf again, she supposed. Rising from the stool, she decides that they should probably catch up and share any important news they’d heard on the local winds.
Shooting her drink, she walks up behind Tamlynn and speaks in a low growl – “Fancy seeing you here, you daughter of an elf whore!” She gives the Half-Elf a good push away from the bar, swinging her tail out to grab her by the leg in an attempt to knock her to the ground… and fails (backend roll, Dex 15 against Tamlynn’s 16). Looking up from her tail, she waits for Tamlynn’s reaction in the same split second.
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Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
The epicness of the occasion is suddenly ripped right out of her grasp when Tamlynn is pushed to the side. Something tentacle-like bounces off her legs, causing a wave of disgust to vibrate through her entire being.
She looks up and easily recognizes the foolish and seriously depressing fiend in front of her. That wave of disgust turns directly to spite and malice.
With the bile in her throat starting to build, she spits, "You motherless goat! Did you seriously just try and hit me?” Going on, “We're you too much in your feelings (air quotes), as usual, to land anything?"
Tamlynn looks to take a nearby tankard full of whatever in one hand and a burning candle in the other. Wouldn’t it be delicious to dump the brew unceremoniously over her favorite frenemy's ginormous head and light the ***** on fire?
It won’t hurt her, of course, she’s rude like that. But the crowd’s reaction will most definitely take that snide, constipated look off her stupid face.
She goes for it, and… fails spectacularly (straight, backend roll: Tamlynn natural 1 [player screams internally], Torment 17).
Tamlynn [Pic] | Half-Elf | Ranger, Horizon Walker - Lvl 6 | Talaveroth (sub-campaign 3)
Hadar Ilkin [Pic] | Half-Orc | Ranger, Gloom Stalker - Lvl 4 | Bane of Kerakys
Mistress of Game | Death Inspectors
Mistress of Game | Into the Werewoods
Gavin smiles at the Half Elf and Tieflling who just walzed into the Hanging Chicken, and start brawling right in front of his bar. Far from stopping it, he actually leans over, and observes calmly, almost as if he were taking mental notes.
"Well aren't ya' two a sassy bunch today! Moonshine ya' say? Sadly, I'm all out...(he actually looks down and sheds a tear)...i had to use it all to fight THIS off recently!"
He points at a giant tentacle made into a trophy and displayed on his trophy wall.
"I'm working extra hard to get more Moonshine, but in the meantime, try this Mc Kulick Triple Distilled, straight from the Cask, on the house! It'll put some hair on ya' chest! Also, I can't help but notice ya' two are just aking fer' action...I might have just the job fer' ya!"
Torment turns to look at Gavin, midway into a haymaker half spin, and stops in her tracks. "Your words smell of gold, my good barkeep. I'd love a drink at said discount and a good adventure to boot!" She smiles seductively - "Now I see what got this one all excited! You're such a brawny man!" she coos.
Glancing back at Tamlynn, she winks. "What say we finish this conversation later over some grog and make some coin together? What's your 'name' anyway, oh lady of terrible aim?" She finds it hard to contain her laughter and her eyes turn green with mirth.
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
(hey I'm probably gonna be joining this group soon aparently so, it's nice to meet you all)
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan