Nissa nods, "We'll be off then. Just give me a few moments," she quickly finishes her meal and pays for it, before rolling up all her papers and putting them into her bag to follow him.
Colt is fair skinned, with a mess of lilac hair domesticated into a flaring ponytail. His eyes could be seen as beautiful, or disturbing: the borderlines of iris and pupil married into one inky-black pool, constantly reflecting the stars of the astral plain. Most likely, you’ll catch this Half-Elf sporting a long, tan-leather trenchcoat overtop a loose cotton tunic. Across his chest hangs a bandoleer of beautiful vials, containing various oddities (in some, clots of coloured magical smoke, while in others....pulsating organs of small, extraordinary creatures). The first thing one notices about Colt, though, is the air of confidence he carries with him. In fact, you can almost hear the silver tongue that flits behind his contagious smile.
It had been a bad day for Colt Blackwater. The gang was....getting edgy. Indeed, the Half Elf's chin was blossoming with a ridge of purple bruises - testimony to the fact. And so, he decided, he'd risk spending his next few hours indulging in some strong, Dwarvish ale. Not a conformist choice for his Elvish blood, but...Colt has a queer taste in many things;) Most likely, drinking would get his mother's situation off of his mind. And also the Daakyr....those dogs. It would do him good to spend a while away from that whole fiasco - the festering tension, the brutal violence...the bloody stench of death and disease. These thoughts sparked a slight shiver up Colt's spine.
Colt throws open the tavern door, the fruit bat on his shoulder nestling deeper into his coat's wide collar. His eyes come to lay upon some new faces here, but only for a brief instant. Three measured strides bring him to the bar counter, where he lets several silver pieces (6- one as a tip) clatter to the hardwood surface. With a confident smile, he calls over to the barmaid. 'Hullo there. How are you fairing? I'll take a Dwarven Stout Ale, and...' Colt adds, eyeing Aroyal in the corner of the room 'Who's the new one, pray I ask? I don't recall his face, be it a young one indeed.'
The barkeep comes back with 2 plates of eggs and sausage, steam rising from the fresh smelling hot food. He slides one in front of each of you and asks "That be all fer now? or would ye like somethin' te drink?"
[Everything is good with your intro except you are in Western Sharn at an interesting little hole in the wall pub named Fanny on the Hill with Valzes who still has to intro, so you can edit Ayo for her or an NPC if you'd like]
As you exit the establishment, the sun is beginning to dip behind the taller buildings in the distance and cast shadows over the streets and store fronts. Magical lanterns begin flickering on along the path and passing motor carts and flying clockwork servants switch on their lights as well. Belch being new to the city likely wouldn't know how to navigate the massive labyrinth, but Nissa is familiar enough to know about where the guild address was, so you begin your trek.
In the tavern of Sharn, Fanny on the Hill, a red skin tiefling with black hair and a pair of horns, which grows from the front to the back of her head and the tips slightly curve upward, is walking down from the tavern room, while reading a book without looking at the way she walks.
As she walks down from the stairs, Valzes stops and looks around the tavern to find an unoccupied table. She sits down and continues her reading while waiting for the waiter to take the order.
The old man nods and walks away briefly before returning a setting a mug of ale in front of Nebulas and water in front of Ayo. He leans his weight on an elbow on the opposite side of the counter and brings his other hand up to rub his scruffy chin. "Mystic Helix ye say? Well they been around a while, thas more than ye can say about mose places round' here with shops openin' and closin' all the time, hard to even get use to a place enough to have a favorite anything. Hell tween the other 3 places in town I have a hard nuf' time stayin' afloat maself. You'd think there'd be a plenty o' people here to spread out the lovin' a bit, but that ain't really how it go ye know?"
He stops and seems to ponder a bit more as if to bring himself back to the topic, "Aye, I know a bit about the ol' guild. They had a hard time gettin' started I recall cuz they made all the other guilds pretty mad when they came along accepting jus' about any contract instead of pickin' a specialty like the other. For instance, you want protection, used to ya went ta Pegasus Guild, for item "acquisition" ya went ta Rogues Refuge, to put a price on someone's noggin' ya went ta Crimson Smile and so on and so forth. Now ya can still do that, but Mystic Helix does most all of that, kinda a one stop shop ya might say, though they have jobs they won't take of course, like anything harming children for instance. The other guilds tried to shove em out a long time ago, but all of a sudden they just started mindin' their own business and nobodies too sure what happened. They're way up there in the center of town on the hill, or plateau, or whatever they're callin it now, on one of them fancy streets. Yall thinkin' bout goin there?"
As you take a seat, one of the halfling waiters makes his way to you from on of the other few tables in the back of this long and narrow pub. As he turns towards you and you get a better look, he appears to be middle aged for a halfling, with ebony skin, average build, and light brown eyes set in a soft and happy face framed with black hair neatly braided with golden beads on the ends. He approaches and in a merry voice ask, "My beautiful guest! What might I serve you today to quench your thirst and take your hunger?"
Valzes closes her book as the halfling waiter approach. She is tapping her mouth with her finger, trying to think of what she would like to have for the meal."Hmph... I would like some beacons and... a cup of hot milk, please!" She gives the halfling a big smile as she giving out her orders. Then she returns to her book without giving too much attention to her surrounding.
The waiter happily takes your order, saying "I will be back post haste with your order ma'am" before heading towards the back.
It's only a few moments before he's back and sitting a plate and glass before you on the table. "Please let me know if there's anything at all I can get for you", then leaves you to your meal.
"Certainly worse places ye can go, and certainly worse ye can do, but.... I jus' feel like someone don't need to take such high risks fer the gold... but... on the other hand it tis' a quick way to make a lotta gold..." He seems to lose himself in thought on that notion, perhaps having some regrets.
Nissa nods, "We'll be off then. Just give me a few moments," she quickly finishes her meal and pays for it, before rolling up all her papers and putting them into her bag to follow him.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
(OOC - oh haha I meant his hand was stretched to the door. If you still want to try & shake it, I’ll RP that out as well.)
((OOC: Oops XD edited))
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
(OOC - all good. Just thought I’d check cause two different outcomes 😁)
Belch walks out of the bar with Nissa in search of the guild.
Appearance:
Colt is fair skinned, with a mess of lilac hair domesticated into a flaring ponytail. His eyes could be seen as beautiful, or disturbing: the borderlines of iris and pupil married into one inky-black pool, constantly reflecting the stars of the astral plain. Most likely, you’ll catch this Half-Elf sporting a long, tan-leather trenchcoat overtop a loose cotton tunic. Across his chest hangs a bandoleer of beautiful vials, containing various oddities (in some, clots of coloured magical smoke, while in others....pulsating organs of small, extraordinary creatures). The first thing one notices about Colt, though, is the air of confidence he carries with him. In fact, you can almost hear the silver tongue that flits behind his contagious smile.
It had been a bad day for Colt Blackwater. The gang was....getting edgy. Indeed, the Half Elf's chin was blossoming with a ridge of purple bruises - testimony to the fact.
And so, he decided, he'd risk spending his next few hours indulging in some strong, Dwarvish ale. Not a conformist choice for his Elvish blood, but...Colt has a queer taste in many things;) Most likely, drinking would get his mother's situation off of his mind. And also the Daakyr....those dogs. It would do him good to spend a while away from that whole fiasco - the festering tension, the brutal violence...the bloody stench of death and disease. These thoughts sparked a slight shiver up Colt's spine.
Colt throws open the tavern door, the fruit bat on his shoulder nestling deeper into his coat's wide collar. His eyes come to lay upon some new faces here, but only for a brief instant. Three measured strides bring him to the bar counter, where he lets several silver pieces (6- one as a tip) clatter to the hardwood surface. With a confident smile, he calls over to the barmaid. 'Hullo there. How are you fairing? I'll take a Dwarven Stout Ale, and...' Colt adds, eyeing Aroyal in the corner of the room 'Who's the new one, pray I ask? I don't recall his face, be it a young one indeed.'
Nebulas nods in agreement to Ayo and waits for his food to be delivered.
In Reply to Nebulas & Ayo:
The barkeep comes back with 2 plates of eggs and sausage, steam rising from the fresh smelling hot food. He slides one in front of each of you and asks "That be all fer now? or would ye like somethin' te drink?"
[Colt]
[Everything is good with your intro except you are in Western Sharn at an interesting little hole in the wall pub named Fanny on the Hill with Valzes who still has to intro, so you can edit Ayo for her or an NPC if you'd like]
In reply to Nissa & Belch:
As you exit the establishment, the sun is beginning to dip behind the taller buildings in the distance and cast shadows over the streets and store fronts. Magical lanterns begin flickering on along the path and passing motor carts and flying clockwork servants switch on their lights as well. Belch being new to the city likely wouldn't know how to navigate the massive labyrinth, but Nissa is familiar enough to know about where the guild address was, so you begin your trek.
"something to drink would be good, I'll take an ale, and if you could tell us about the helix guild we would appreciate it. "
"I will have water if you have it, a small ale if you dont."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
In the tavern of Sharn, Fanny on the Hill, a red skin tiefling with black hair and a pair of horns, which grows from the front to the back of her head and the tips slightly curve upward, is walking down from the tavern room, while reading a book without looking at the way she walks.
As she walks down from the stairs, Valzes stops and looks around the tavern to find an unoccupied table. She sits down and continues her reading while waiting for the waiter to take the order.
Valzes: Hexblade Warlock Tiefling
In reply to Nebulas & Ayo:
The old man nods and walks away briefly before returning a setting a mug of ale in front of Nebulas and water in front of Ayo. He leans his weight on an elbow on the opposite side of the counter and brings his other hand up to rub his scruffy chin. "Mystic Helix ye say? Well they been around a while, thas more than ye can say about mose places round' here with shops openin' and closin' all the time, hard to even get use to a place enough to have a favorite anything. Hell tween the other 3 places in town I have a hard nuf' time stayin' afloat maself. You'd think there'd be a plenty o' people here to spread out the lovin' a bit, but that ain't really how it go ye know?"
He stops and seems to ponder a bit more as if to bring himself back to the topic, "Aye, I know a bit about the ol' guild. They had a hard time gettin' started I recall cuz they made all the other guilds pretty mad when they came along accepting jus' about any contract instead of pickin' a specialty like the other. For instance, you want protection, used to ya went ta Pegasus Guild, for item "acquisition" ya went ta Rogues Refuge, to put a price on someone's noggin' ya went ta Crimson Smile and so on and so forth. Now ya can still do that, but Mystic Helix does most all of that, kinda a one stop shop ya might say, though they have jobs they won't take of course, like anything harming children for instance. The other guilds tried to shove em out a long time ago, but all of a sudden they just started mindin' their own business and nobodies too sure what happened. They're way up there in the center of town on the hill, or plateau, or whatever they're callin it now, on one of them fancy streets. Yall thinkin' bout goin there?"
In reply to Valzes:
As you take a seat, one of the halfling waiters makes his way to you from on of the other few tables in the back of this long and narrow pub. As he turns towards you and you get a better look, he appears to be middle aged for a halfling, with ebony skin, average build, and light brown eyes set in a soft and happy face framed with black hair neatly braided with golden beads on the ends. He approaches and in a merry voice ask, "My beautiful guest! What might I serve you today to quench your thirst and take your hunger?"
Valzes closes her book as the halfling waiter approach. She is tapping her mouth with her finger, trying to think of what she would like to have for the meal. "Hmph... I would like some beacons and... a cup of hot milk, please!" She gives the halfling a big smile as she giving out her orders. Then she returns to her book without giving too much attention to her surrounding.
Valzes: Hexblade Warlock Tiefling
In reply to Valzes:
The waiter happily takes your order, saying "I will be back post haste with your order ma'am" before heading towards the back.
It's only a few moments before he's back and sitting a plate and glass before you on the table. "Please let me know if there's anything at all I can get for you", then leaves you to your meal.
"not sure, maybe. I am going to wonder around here a little anyway might want to see what it is all about."
In reply to Nebulas:
"Certainly worse places ye can go, and certainly worse ye can do, but.... I jus' feel like someone don't need to take such high risks fer the gold... but... on the other hand it tis' a quick way to make a lotta gold..." He seems to lose himself in thought on that notion, perhaps having some regrets.
" thanks for the information. how much I owe you today?"
In reply to Nebulas:
"The information is notin' not like we're busy, and that's 1 silver for you and 6 copper fer ya friend here"