As Folwyn sees the half elf approach him, he turns around with a smile and a nod. "Welcome," he says "care to join us?" He gestures to Karst and the table they're sitting at.
Rolen quickly glances about the bar (( perception roll [roll ]1d20 + 4[/roll ] ))
"In a moment perhaps. But it appears the proprietor of this fine rustic establishment has asked you a question and it would be rude of me to interrupt."
((the desk is outside, only full members are allowed in)) The large man doesn't even look up, "Wait in the tavern, meet the rest of the group, bosses orders" he says flipping a page.
(( Well that's the last time I try to do a dice roll in the mobile view. Let's try that again. Perception roll 15 ))
It is a nice tavern, to one side is a warm fireplace, with better chairs, but has a 'no drinking' sign next to it. On the other side a small band plays music. You notice though there is one woman wearing slightly reveling clothes, who take men into a back room for about 30 mins, before they exit.
((I figure I should get at least one post in before bed.))
Karst turns expectantly to greet his friend Folwyn, hopefully with drinks and food and instead is met with a rather dirty looking soft skin. A look of confusion, or at least something akin to it, flashes across his yellow eyes and quickly furrowing brow. Who is this dark fleshy who so brazenly invaded Karst's territory unannounced? Where was Folwyn? Still at the bar getting drinks? Just drinks? Maybe he would get food too. It had been a long trip. What if Folwyn brought back turkey legs. Karst loved how the soft folk made turkey legs. Usually he would have to chase down a turkey himself and tear its legs off while it was still struggling to escape. The feel of its blood mixing with feathers and desperation were comfortable to Karst, but how the humans cooked the legs of slaughtered turkeys was even better. Such care, such flavor, such....wait, was that one soft skin still here? Had Karst been looking at him and drooling? That couldn't be good. Softies never really took well to being drooled at. Maybe Karst should say something....
"Hello strange soft one. No worries. Karst will not eat you like so many turkeys."
And with that Karst flashes Erdot a...well, some toothy expression that is smile adjacent. Karst holds this expression uncomfortably long as he was waits for Folwyn to return, hopefully with turkey legs.
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"The mongoose blew out its candle and was asleep in bed before the room went dark." —Llanowar fable
After sitting down, my stomach growls at me, yeah, it talks to me alot. I Walk up to the bar, "Give me something, just as long as it has no meat in it." Lumgarsk grunts, unlike most half-orc, he's strictly vegan, "Also, give me the best ale you got." He likes ale though.
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"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
Put a space between the last bracket in the roll and the first of the parentheces.
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
(( Well that's the last time I try to do a dice roll in the mobile view. Let's try that again. Perception roll 15 ))
((the desk is outside, only full members are allowed in)) The large man doesn't even look up, "Wait in the tavern, meet the rest of the group, bosses orders" he says flipping a page.
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Have the guards escorted me to The Golden Axe yet?
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
Myron Craw- Isles of Famine
Myron Craw- Isles of Famine
((Whoops, I didn't see that post))
"Why, I've come here for the guild! Apparently the boss is gone, so I'll be here until then."
Ok, got it, when I arrive, i sit down in an empty table, waiting for the "Boss" to return, with nothing else to do.
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
Erdot goes straight to the tavern. Coming inside, he looks for a place to sit.
Perception: 23 ((It wasn't a nat 1, but still.))
You see a middle table that has a lizard man sitting at it, that's the only table left too.
Myron Craw- Isles of Famine
I go to the middle table with the lizardman.
((I have to stop for the day/night, I need to got to sleep)).
((same))
Myron Craw- Isles of Famine
(Well, see ya soon, then)
((I figure I should get at least one post in before bed.))
Karst turns expectantly to greet his friend Folwyn, hopefully with drinks and food and instead is met with a rather dirty looking soft skin. A look of confusion, or at least something akin to it, flashes across his yellow eyes and quickly furrowing brow. Who is this dark fleshy who so brazenly invaded Karst's territory unannounced? Where was Folwyn? Still at the bar getting drinks? Just drinks? Maybe he would get food too. It had been a long trip. What if Folwyn brought back turkey legs. Karst loved how the soft folk made turkey legs. Usually he would have to chase down a turkey himself and tear its legs off while it was still struggling to escape. The feel of its blood mixing with feathers and desperation were comfortable to Karst, but how the humans cooked the legs of slaughtered turkeys was even better. Such care, such flavor, such....wait, was that one soft skin still here? Had Karst been looking at him and drooling? That couldn't be good. Softies never really took well to being drooled at. Maybe Karst should say something....
"Hello strange soft one. No worries. Karst will not eat you like so many turkeys."
And with that Karst flashes Erdot a...well, some toothy expression that is smile adjacent. Karst holds this expression uncomfortably long as he was waits for Folwyn to return, hopefully with turkey legs.
As Folwyn returns to the table, he greets the newcomer with a smile. "Hello there! What brings you to here today? Are you with the guild as well?"
After sitting down, my stomach growls at me, yeah, it talks to me alot. I Walk up to the bar, "Give me something, just as long as it has no meat in it." Lumgarsk grunts, unlike most half-orc, he's strictly vegan, "Also, give me the best ale you got." He likes ale though.
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
((Anyone else here right now?))
((OOC: Me, but Jocelyn is technically still at the guild))
((True.))