The darkmoon tavern. Finest establishment in the small rebellion redoubt of lakegrowth. It is always full, wether of rich nobles flaunting the newest fashion, or the scum of the earth, chasing away migraines and trauma with the cheapest alcohol they can. But tonight, it is almost empty. Tonight, people are mourning. The Coalition has struck a major blow to the rebellion. The city of Skyport has fallen. But for your lot, a motley crew of a satyr, a human, a goblin, and an elf, it is an opportunity. For money, for fame, or even revenge. You walk into the tavern and see no one but a lizardfolk bartender and a strange couple you know to be your informants. One, a half tabaxi with earth elemental descent, obvious due to half her face and body being covered in green crystals, poring over a book. She is having a conversation out of the side of her mouth with a pale, black haired human. The half tabaxi turns to you as you walk in and says, “Oh! Your finally here. Sit, please. Before we begin, tell me about yourselves. I am Rogeliah, but you can call me Ro. This is Remeyl, but I’m sure he can introduce himself.” So, what do you do?
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El looks over the other people in the room with a blank slate look on her face. Even for being one of the few fey on the material plane she looks strange, her hair and fur a jet black while be skin is a sickly pale white. Her clothing is simple and consists of a dark black robe with a pack on her back and a harness on her chest that holds a few daggers.
Before she even attempts to speak she goes over to the bar and sits down, placing a few coins on the counter. "Get me a drink. Something elvish if you have it." Once she is given a drink she will then look to the strange tabaxi.
"I'm a magic user. I work well at night and can pick locks when needed. It would be easier for you to see."
El looks over the other people in the room with a blank slate look on her face. Even for being one of the few fey on the material plane she looks strange, her hair and fur a jet black while be skin is a sickly pale white. Her clothing is simple and consists of a dark black robe with a pack on her back and a harness on her chest that holds a few daggers.
Before she even attempts to speak she goes over to the bar and sits down, placing a few coins on the counter. "Get me a drink. Something elvish if you have it." Once she is given a drink she will then look to the strange tabaxi.
"I'm a magic user. I work well at night and can pick locks when needed. It would be easier for you to see."
Remeyl stands slowly, and shrugs into place his long, tan-leather trench coat. Even in the candlelight, it is not so hard to make out Rem's complexion: grey, like wet slate. Noticeable is his wild mess of dusky-black hair, which is domesticated into a thick braid at the side of his head. Moving towards the bar, the hang of his loose cotton tunic hints at a figure which is decently built, yet not stocky. He is scarred in several places, but especially in the place where a dull silver pendant rests on his collarbone.
Rem sidles up to the bar beside El, and grunts in low tones to the barman: 'Same for me, friend. That Elvish stuff, if you please.' He then turns to the Fey, relaxing against the counter. 'Magic and lock picking, eh. Where do you hail from, stranger?'.
Gribble walks into the bar and nods as the half-tabaxi acknowledges him. He's an average sized goblin with jaundiced looking skin and dark black hair You notice he is wearing a green colored tunic that hangs past his waist tied with a brown rope. He wears a green arm band on his right arm and has a strap holding what look to be darts on his left forearm. He's wearing brown capri pants along with a pair of old sandals and carries a quarterstaff. He's wearing a leather backpack.
"Hello there. I'm Gribble. I'm from the Brotherhood of the Whispering Pines and was told by Master Carric that I should help out however I can. I'm hoping we can give the people some hope and maybe provide a little inspiration in these dark times."
Poppy come swaggering in the bar, his smile bright and infectious. His clothes are a bit more costly then most but obviously well worn and aged, but well groomed and obviously taking good care of himself. His skin a light grey and bright blue eyes, his ears pointy but not sharp enough to be pure elf. Looking at the Tabaxi and winking at them before blowing a kiss in their direction, stopping to get a drink at the bar. "Hi there big, scaley and attractive, let's have whatever you think is best. I have to talk to a friend and I can't be too sober for that."
Taking his new drink and approaching the half Tabaxi, "Greetings darling, rarely have a met a woman so down to earth yet so purrfect." Taking a spare chair and lounging in it with his drink, "So Darlings, what are wanting from this poor, unfortunate hermit?"
Rogeliah looks at the satyr. “Oh, a mage? Me too!” She says as she ignited the air around her hands in a blue inferno.
she then turns to the elf. “Moons, can you be less original? We’re trying to be professional here, ‘hermit’” she says with no small amount of disdain. “Plus,” she says as she scrunches up her nose in a display of disgust. “You’re not my type”
she walks open the bar and the bartender hands her a brown drink smelling strongly of apples, as thought this is what she always orders.
(god I hope that this rapport between poppy and ro continues, this was the highlight of my day)
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Poppy shrugs as he is brushes off, her words. "Sorry Darling, I only know two things people ever need me for and that is either making deity class love to them or ruining people's days." Grinning as he leans his chair onto two legs and places his boots on the table. "I only have a few options to flirt with, and sadly the bartender is out. I have a unfortunate medical condition, called A Reptile Dysfunction. I have tried everything to treat it, massage, lotion, and even pills! Nothing works. So Kitten, before our hiss-tory becomes a catastrophe. I would like to know what I was needed for right meow. No going stone faced on me either, or our relationship will be on the rocks!" The biggest and most obnoxious grin on his face as he winks at everyone seated around.
Shira glares at Ro seething inside and says under her breath, "I am not an elf!" before saying quite loudly "are we getting this meeting underway or not!" before taking a seat.
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Shira glares at Ro seething inside and says under her breath, "I am not an elf!" before saying quite loudly "are we getting this meeting underway or not!" before taking a seat.
Rem slides his drink across the counter, and gestures his chin in Shira's direction. 'Usually...' Remeyl's mouth curls into a smile, betraying a set of menacing fangs 'usually everyone downs a few ales before we get into more serious business, isn't that so Ro? For some of us, it may be the last ale we'll ever taste...so drink up!' Rem hollers at the scaled barkeeper for a Dwarven Stout. Once he has this, he thanks the lizardfolk quietly. Rem will stride across the tavern to where Shira is sitting, and set the drink down in front of her, and says in low tones 'the Stout's on me. And any others you folks want this evening':)
The pale Satyr gives the one who asked her about where she comes from a look as if it should be obvious but shrugs it off since most knew little of the Feywild as it was. She reached for her drink and downs it, keeping herself in check.
"I come from the Feywild. Left there with a group that found there way in and then out through a portal. That was the or so years ago now. After that I met some people who taught me some thing and then grew bored and here I am. Figured this group should know more about reopening the portals then the other one would since they still use magic."
She then turned to the elemental tabaxi and formed a flame of her own, this one being a sickly color that fit with her own appearance.
Gribble walks over to the bar and gives a big toothy, yet slightly awkward grin. "Could I just bother you for a glass of water please?" It's obvious he's a bit out of his element here as he turns and looks at his boisterous companions.
Ro walks back over to the table where where the half elf is. “Look, I know you are trying to get me in bed, but well, you see, I’m already taken, and, you know, not into you.” She calls over to the bar: “Hey, you guys. Get over here, we are actually getting to business now!”
she glances over to Shira. “Hey, sorry I mistook the whole... human thing. It’s just been a while since I’ve actually seen one, and your brain kinda defaults to what you know...” she says with a look of regret on her face.
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She also glances over to Ro. “Yes, getting totally wasted is for some reason totally allowed and recommended at these meetings. I will just refrain for... personal reasons.” She says with a glance at her drink. (And a small one at Poppy)
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She also glances over to Ro. “Yes, getting totally wasted is for some reason totally allowed and recommended at these meetings. I will just refrain for... personal reasons.” She says with a glance at her drink. (And a small one at Poppy)
(Who glances at Ro?)
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El looks over at the flirty half elf with a cocked eyebrow and then over to Ro with a neutral expression. With a shrug she nods to the others at the table as she makes her way over, sliding into an open seat. "Right then let''s start the meeting."
She also glances over to Ro. “Yes, getting totally wasted is for some reason totally allowed and recommended at these meetings. I will just refrain for... personal reasons.” She says with a glance at her drink. (And a small one at Poppy)
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
She also glances over to Ro. “Yes, getting totally wasted is for some reason totally allowed and recommended at these meetings. I will just refrain for... personal reasons.” She says with a glance at her drink. (And a small one at Poppy)
(Who glances at Ro?)
(Crap Ro looks at rem)
(😅 No worries) Rem will glance back over at Ro, and adopt a feigned taken-a-back tone of voice: 'Oh, surely Ro...you can manage one glass down you;)'. He will then make his way over to the table where the Tabaxi and El are sitting, and make himself comfortable on the bench. Now silent, he waits for Ro to address the group.
The darkmoon tavern. Finest establishment in the small rebellion redoubt of lakegrowth. It is always full, wether of rich nobles flaunting the newest fashion, or the scum of the earth, chasing away migraines and trauma with the cheapest alcohol they can. But tonight, it is almost empty. Tonight, people are mourning. The Coalition has struck a major blow to the rebellion. The city of Skyport has fallen. But for your lot, a motley crew of a satyr, a human, a goblin, and an elf, it is an opportunity. For money, for fame, or even revenge. You walk into the tavern and see no one but a lizardfolk bartender and a strange couple you know to be your informants. One, a half tabaxi with earth elemental descent, obvious due to half her face and body being covered in green crystals, poring over a book. She is having a conversation out of the side of her mouth with a pale, black haired human. The half tabaxi turns to you as you walk in and says, “Oh! Your finally here. Sit, please. Before we begin, tell me about yourselves. I am Rogeliah, but you can call me Ro. This is Remeyl, but I’m sure he can introduce himself.” So, what do you do?
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Rem will slouch back in his seat, and sum* up each of the newcomers in turn. Folding his arms, he grunts in acceptance;)
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
El looks over the other people in the room with a blank slate look on her face. Even for being one of the few fey on the material plane she looks strange, her hair and fur a jet black while be skin is a sickly pale white. Her clothing is simple and consists of a dark black robe with a pack on her back and a harness on her chest that holds a few daggers.
Before she even attempts to speak she goes over to the bar and sits down, placing a few coins on the counter. "Get me a drink. Something elvish if you have it." Once she is given a drink she will then look to the strange tabaxi.
"I'm a magic user. I work well at night and can pick locks when needed. It would be easier for you to see."
Remeyl stands slowly, and shrugs into place his long, tan-leather trench coat. Even in the candlelight, it is not so hard to make out Rem's complexion: grey, like wet slate. Noticeable is his wild mess of dusky-black hair, which is domesticated into a thick braid at the side of his head. Moving towards the bar, the hang of his loose cotton tunic hints at a figure which is decently built, yet not stocky. He is scarred in several places, but especially in the place where a dull silver pendant rests on his collarbone.
Rem sidles up to the bar beside El, and grunts in low tones to the barman: 'Same for me, friend. That Elvish stuff, if you please.' He then turns to the Fey, relaxing against the counter. 'Magic and lock picking, eh. Where do you hail from, stranger?'.
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
Gribble walks into the bar and nods as the half-tabaxi acknowledges him. He's an average sized goblin with jaundiced looking skin and dark black hair You notice he is wearing a green colored tunic that hangs past his waist tied with a brown rope. He wears a green arm band on his right arm and has a strap holding what look to be darts on his left forearm. He's wearing brown capri pants along with a pair of old sandals and carries a quarterstaff. He's wearing a leather backpack.
"Hello there. I'm Gribble. I'm from the Brotherhood of the Whispering Pines and was told by Master Carric that I should help out however I can. I'm hoping we can give the people some hope and maybe provide a little inspiration in these dark times."
Poppy come swaggering in the bar, his smile bright and infectious. His clothes are a bit more costly then most but obviously well worn and aged, but well groomed and obviously taking good care of himself. His skin a light grey and bright blue eyes, his ears pointy but not sharp enough to be pure elf. Looking at the Tabaxi and winking at them before blowing a kiss in their direction, stopping to get a drink at the bar. "Hi there big, scaley and attractive, let's have whatever you think is best. I have to talk to a friend and I can't be too sober for that."
Taking his new drink and approaching the half Tabaxi, "Greetings darling, rarely have a met a woman so down to earth yet so purrfect." Taking a spare chair and lounging in it with his drink, "So Darlings, what are wanting from this poor, unfortunate hermit?"
Rogeliah looks at the satyr. “Oh, a mage? Me too!” She says as she ignited the air around her hands in a blue inferno.
she then turns to the elf. “Moons, can you be less original? We’re trying to be professional here, ‘hermit’” she says with no small amount of disdain. “Plus,” she says as she scrunches up her nose in a display of disgust. “You’re not my type”
she walks open the bar and the bartender hands her a brown drink smelling strongly of apples, as thought this is what she always orders.
(god I hope that this rapport between poppy and ro continues, this was the highlight of my day)
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Shira sits back watching the encounter play out in front of her, before nudging gribble and gesturing to him.
OOC: Shira is a human by the way
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Ro glances behind her, noticing Shira. “Hey, you, elf.” She waves you over with her non crystal arm. “What’s your deal?”
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Poppy shrugs as he is brushes off, her words. "Sorry Darling, I only know two things people ever need me for and that is either making deity class love to them or ruining people's days." Grinning as he leans his chair onto two legs and places his boots on the table. "I only have a few options to flirt with, and sadly the bartender is out. I have a unfortunate medical condition, called A Reptile Dysfunction. I have tried everything to treat it, massage, lotion, and even pills! Nothing works. So Kitten, before our hiss-tory becomes a catastrophe. I would like to know what I was needed for right meow. No going stone faced on me either, or our relationship will be on the rocks!" The biggest and most obnoxious grin on his face as he winks at everyone seated around.
Shira glares at Ro seething inside and says under her breath, "I am not an elf!" before saying quite loudly "are we getting this meeting underway or not!" before taking a seat.
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Rem slides his drink across the counter, and gestures his chin in Shira's direction. 'Usually...' Remeyl's mouth curls into a smile, betraying a set of menacing fangs 'usually everyone downs a few ales before we get into more serious business, isn't that so Ro? For some of us, it may be the last ale we'll ever taste...so drink up!' Rem hollers at the scaled barkeeper for a Dwarven Stout. Once he has this, he thanks the lizardfolk quietly. Rem will stride across the tavern to where Shira is sitting, and set the drink down in front of her, and says in low tones 'the Stout's on me. And any others you folks want this evening':)
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
The pale Satyr gives the one who asked her about where she comes from a look as if it should be obvious but shrugs it off since most knew little of the Feywild as it was. She reached for her drink and downs it, keeping herself in check.
"I come from the Feywild. Left there with a group that found there way in and then out through a portal. That was the or so years ago now. After that I met some people who taught me some thing and then grew bored and here I am. Figured this group should know more about reopening the portals then the other one would since they still use magic."
She then turned to the elemental tabaxi and formed a flame of her own, this one being a sickly color that fit with her own appearance.
Gribble walks over to the bar and gives a big toothy, yet slightly awkward grin. "Could I just bother you for a glass of water please?" It's obvious he's a bit out of his element here as he turns and looks at his boisterous companions.
Ro walks back over to the table where where the half elf is. “Look, I know you are trying to get me in bed, but well, you see, I’m already taken, and, you know, not into you.” She calls over to the bar: “Hey, you guys. Get over here, we are actually getting to business now!”
she glances over to Shira. “Hey, sorry I mistook the whole... human thing. It’s just been a while since I’ve actually seen one, and your brain kinda defaults to what you know...” she says with a look of regret on her face.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
She also glances over to Ro. “Yes, getting totally wasted is for some reason totally allowed and recommended at these meetings. I will just refrain for... personal reasons.” She says with a glance at her drink. (And a small one at Poppy)
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
(Who glances at Ro?)
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
El looks over at the flirty half elf with a cocked eyebrow and then over to Ro with a neutral expression. With a shrug she nods to the others at the table as she makes her way over, sliding into an open seat. "Right then let''s start the meeting."
(Crap Ro looks at rem)
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
(😅 No worries) Rem will glance back over at Ro, and adopt a feigned taken-a-back tone of voice: 'Oh, surely Ro...you can manage one glass down you;)'. He will then make his way over to the table where the Tabaxi and El are sitting, and make himself comfortable on the bench. Now silent, he waits for Ro to address the group.
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)