You 5 have arrived at Elesall, the city in the center of the skies, surrounding you are crowds as far as the eye can see, shopkeep's are around every corner and you can find all kinds of wizards, officers and crime a plenty. Though you have been sent here for another reason than guarding, robbing or magic, each of you has received a letter by the name K.R, telling you to meet up at the city square (or I guess you could come up with some other reason for meeting up with the rest of the party)
Foxynal is 6 feet tall, slim, dragonborn lady and her black scales sparkle when the sun hits them. She has short black hair, a green eye and a blue eye and her clothes are extravagant. She wears a cape with the colors of the rainbow and a pans lute drawn on it, her shirt is purple and her pants are a dark blue.
She happily jumps from side to side, playing her pan flute, her scales shining bright despite their black color. You could tell she was a happy and friendly fella from miles away and her music was divine. After few minutes of jumping arround from side to side, she reaches the city square, waiting to see if anything interesting happened. She puts herself right in the middle of the square as she yells:
- Come arround people, come arround! I come from afar, and i shall sing and play for you! My music is divine, my poetry is mind breaking and i am a hell of a good show! Come arround, come arround, and gather up to hear my tales!
She gently places an iron pot on the ground while doing a bow, which despite being iron, seemed like gold, it was bright yellow in colour and it shined with the sun, as she, with a quick movement of her arm, takes out her pan flute and starts playing for the folk that came to hear her.
Osric walks down the shadowed streets to the center of town , following the directions hastily scrawled on a note left for him, only signed with K.R.
His brown short hair is speckled with grey at his temples, and the scruff he sports on his face tells of the sleepless nights spent pouring over ancient texts.
His blue eyes peer from under his hood, which is up to shield his gaze (always looking for clues in nearby architecture) and his half-elf heritage.
Dressed mainly in greys, and browns with a hint of storm blue in his hood and cloak, Osric skirts the square. Noticing a solitary table and chair placed in the dark shadows under a tree; he takes a seat- watching the milling crowds and a curious dragon born entertainer that has taken to busking in the middle of the square.
He takes out his journal and paper with ink, ready to sketch and take notes of the square, looking for any clues to the history of this place.
Still a little pale and queasy after flying here, Benmund makes his way to the city Square, occasionally asking locals for directions.
Arriving in the square, he takes a moment to look around and check if anyone is approaching or watching him, then walks towards a performing dragonborn and sits down leaning against his backpack to enjoy the music and find his centre.
Benmund is 4'8, has brown hair and beard, both of medium length, kept reasonably tidy. Dressed in dark colours, his chainmail is visible at the neck and arms. A Warhammer dangles at his hip, almost dragging on the ground, and a shield is strapped to his back. He wears a metal amulet, square-shaped with rounded corners, multicoloured, made to resemble a gemstone.
Stumbling out of a tavern into the mid-morning bustle, a tabaxi blinks a few times as the sunlight assaults their senses. They turn back to the open doorway, and shout an insult at someone inside, which is responded to with raucous laughter. Satisfied with the manner of their exit, the tabaxi starts patting their sides, stopping when they find a particular pouch. A look of mild disappointment crosses the feline's face as he determines that the pouch is empty. Shrugging nonchalantly to no one in particular, he swaggers towards a growing crowd in a nearby square, hand resting on a rapier at his side. Listening to the bard's grandiose self-advertisement, a smile passes across his face as he makes his voice heard across the audience.
"Sing us the one about the harlot, the windfish, and the rusty suit of armor!"
No mention of what time of the day it is, so I've set it as morning for the purposes of my intro.
Foxynal's smile widdens as she sees the growing crowd and hears their cheers, when she hears a particular request from a tabaxi.
- Alright sir, for your amusement i shall take your request! Everyone, gather up, the next song is about to play! But before i start i must ask, has anyone in this crowd recieved a letter signed with K.R. or at least knows about him, i think i have some fellas to find.Foxynal pauses a bit and takes out her lyre this time, putting away the pan flute in her belt.And you good sir, my furry friend, i shall now play your request! Gather up, come arround, listen to my magnificent voice, and let the lost ones be found! Foxynal starts playing the lyre and singing a song about the harlot, the windfish, and the rusty suit of armor.She was happy to hear the cheering of the people, she was loving the atention and the rush of emotions from the crowd.
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Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
Osric is lost in his journal when he hears the entertainer mention the author of his note by name... instantly on alert, he looks at the performer as he packs his journal away.
Warily, he stands, adjusting his pack on his back so he has easy access to his 2 daggers if need be. He begins walking nonchalantly towards the milling crowd that is around the performer, keeping an eye out for any trouble and noticing the exits if he needs to make a hasty getaway.
As the bawdry song regarding a harlot and the unbelievable things she did to a windfish, and a suit of armor ends... he slowly walks up to the performer.
"Sorry to bother you, you mentioned a letter inscribed with the letters K.R? "
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As the panflute sound ends, Benmund was about to get up when the Dragonborn mentioned the letter. Curious to see how this unfolds, he sits back down and throws a silver coin towards the performer's iron pot, just as the second song begins. To hit: 8
You 5 have arrived at Elesall, the city in the center of the skies, surrounding you are crowds as far as the eye can see, shopkeep's are around every corner and you can find all kinds of wizards, officers and crime a plenty. Though you have been sent here for another reason than guarding, robbing or magic, each of you has received a letter by the name K.R, telling you to meet up at the city square (or I guess you could come up with some other reason for meeting up with the rest of the party)
Foxynal is 6 feet tall, slim, dragonborn lady and her black scales sparkle when the sun hits them. She has short black hair, a green eye and a blue eye and her clothes are extravagant. She wears a cape with the colors of the rainbow and a pans lute drawn on it, her shirt is purple and her pants are a dark blue.
She happily jumps from side to side, playing her pan flute, her scales shining bright despite their black color. You could tell she was a happy and friendly fella from miles away and her music was divine. After few minutes of jumping arround from side to side, she reaches the city square, waiting to see if anything interesting happened. She puts herself right in the middle of the square as she yells:
- Come arround people, come arround! I come from afar, and i shall sing and play for you! My music is divine, my poetry is mind breaking and i am a hell of a good show! Come arround, come arround, and gather up to hear my tales!
She gently places an iron pot on the ground while doing a bow, which despite being iron, seemed like gold, it was bright yellow in colour and it shined with the sun, as she, with a quick movement of her arm, takes out her pan flute and starts playing for the folk that came to hear her.
Always looking for new pbp campaigns. Msg me if u need a player.
Chars and campaigns:
Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
Osric walks down the shadowed streets to the center of town , following the directions hastily scrawled on a note left for him, only signed with K.R.
His brown short hair is speckled with grey at his temples, and the scruff he sports on his face tells of the sleepless nights spent pouring over ancient texts.
His blue eyes peer from under his hood, which is up to shield his gaze (always looking for clues in nearby architecture) and his half-elf heritage.
Dressed mainly in greys, and browns with a hint of storm blue in his hood and cloak, Osric skirts the square. Noticing a solitary table and chair placed in the dark shadows under a tree; he takes a seat- watching the milling crowds and a curious dragon born entertainer that has taken to busking in the middle of the square.
He takes out his journal and paper with ink, ready to sketch and take notes of the square, looking for any clues to the history of this place.
Still a little pale and queasy after flying here, Benmund makes his way to the city Square, occasionally asking locals for directions.
Arriving in the square, he takes a moment to look around and check if anyone is approaching or watching him, then walks towards a performing dragonborn and sits down leaning against his backpack to enjoy the music and find his centre.
Benmund is 4'8, has brown hair and beard, both of medium length, kept reasonably tidy. Dressed in dark colours, his chainmail is visible at the neck and arms. A Warhammer dangles at his hip, almost dragging on the ground, and a shield is strapped to his back. He wears a metal amulet, square-shaped with rounded corners, multicoloured, made to resemble a gemstone.
Stumbling out of a tavern into the mid-morning bustle, a tabaxi blinks a few times as the sunlight assaults their senses. They turn back to the open doorway, and shout an insult at someone inside, which is responded to with raucous laughter. Satisfied with the manner of their exit, the tabaxi starts patting their sides, stopping when they find a particular pouch. A look of mild disappointment crosses the feline's face as he determines that the pouch is empty. Shrugging nonchalantly to no one in particular, he swaggers towards a growing crowd in a nearby square, hand resting on a rapier at his side. Listening to the bard's grandiose self-advertisement, a smile passes across his face as he makes his voice heard across the audience.
"Sing us the one about the harlot, the windfish, and the rusty suit of armor!"
No mention of what time of the day it is, so I've set it as morning for the purposes of my intro.
Foxynal's smile widdens as she sees the growing crowd and hears their cheers, when she hears a particular request from a tabaxi.
- Alright sir, for your amusement i shall take your request! Everyone, gather up, the next song is about to play! But before i start i must ask, has anyone in this crowd recieved a letter signed with K.R. or at least knows about him, i think i have some fellas to find. Foxynal pauses a bit and takes out her lyre this time, putting away the pan flute in her belt. And you good sir, my furry friend, i shall now play your request! Gather up, come arround, listen to my magnificent voice, and let the lost ones be found! Foxynal starts playing the lyre and singing a song about the harlot, the windfish, and the rusty suit of armor. She was happy to hear the cheering of the people, she was loving the atention and the rush of emotions from the crowd.
Always looking for new pbp campaigns. Msg me if u need a player.
Chars and campaigns:
Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
Osric is lost in his journal when he hears the entertainer mention the author of his note by name... instantly on alert, he looks at the performer as he packs his journal away.
Warily, he stands, adjusting his pack on his back so he has easy access to his 2 daggers if need be. He begins walking nonchalantly towards the milling crowd that is around the performer, keeping an eye out for any trouble and noticing the exits if he needs to make a hasty getaway.
As the bawdry song regarding a harlot and the unbelievable things she did to a windfish, and a suit of armor ends... he slowly walks up to the performer.
"Sorry to bother you, you mentioned a letter inscribed with the letters K.R? "
As the panflute sound ends, Benmund was about to get up when the Dragonborn mentioned the letter. Curious to see how this unfolds, he sits back down and throws a silver coin towards the performer's iron pot, just as the second song begins. To hit: 8