Still a bit sour for the fact that she was rejected by most of the group who decided to go for a bandit hunt, Trinjya makes her way to the bar orders a strong drink and keeps her eyes and ears open for more interesting rumors that promis easy coin. She is interested in the conversiation between the Horatio and the bartender. She leans over and takes a close look at the coin.
"Looks like any other coin to me. The interesting thing ist that theres supposed to be more of them somewhere. If you want to go looking for the treasure and need a hand. I'd be willing to lend you mine. I'm bored and I love treasure." She winks at him and takes a sip of her drink.
Morn, having been listening in to the side after his first attempt introducing himself to Horatio, eyes the new tiefling with curiosity. He'd never seen many tieflings before, let alone two in the same place.
Horatio nods to the tiefling. "One kind knows another. Very well, we shall share in whatever we find."
Morn eyes the coin in Horatio's hand. Emboldened now by the object at hand, he reaches out a hand, though still tentatively. "Excuse me sir. Would you mind if I had a look at that coin? I assure you, I will return it. I only wish to inspect it."
Horatio nods to the tiefling. "One kind knows another. Very well, we shall share in whatever we find."
Temple leans in from her seat nearby, listening intently to the discussion between the two tieflings and the human at the bar.
"Pardon me, please... but what of the man you were speaking of? Freddie... or Frankie something or other? What if he is lost... or worse?" Temple steals a quick look towards the door and windows, and her eyes flash with a moment of fear, "It is a terrible thing to be alone out there...."
She stands, taking a step closer to the group.
"Should we try to find him, and not just his coin?"
Horatio considers Morn the wizard and passes him the coin, muttering something about "Take care not to drop it."
As Temple interjects, Horatio fixes her with a dead stare: "This will be taken under advisement, though I understand that these lands are the kind of place where being alone is as much a lifestyle choice as it is a death warrant. Still, I am... in the process of locating Frankie's companion - a large Mastiff who might be able to help us find his master, if it could be so convinced."
He looks around the room.
"It seems we are very nearly prepared to embark on this most promising excursion into the wilds - perhaps, if I may suggest, we might attempt to inspire one of those tough-looking fellows to accompany us? I prefer not to get particularly hands-on with anything that can't at least passably understand common."
Horatio considers Morn the wizard and passes him the coin, muttering something about "Take care not to drop it."
"My thanks," Morn says as he looks intently at the coin, looking up momentarily at the bartender, "You say there are more of these?" He then hands the coin back to Horatio. "I'm capable of aiding you in finding this treasure, perhaps even the mastiff or even Frankie, given enough of a description. I've been known to locate objects in the past, but can only identify their location for a small time and within 1000 feet."
"It seems we are very nearly prepared to embark on this most promising excursion into the wilds - perhaps, if I may suggest, we might attempt to inspire one of those tough-looking fellows to accompany us? I prefer not to get particularly hands-on with anything that can't at least passably understand common."
"Agreed. Some tougher individuals to aid us would be beneficial," Morn nods in agreement.
Horatio rubs his hands together. "Excellent. I expect I shall have results sufficient enough to begin our quest by the morning. If we can find one or two more... healthy... fellows, perhaps we might plan to leave in the morning?"
When Trinjya notices Morn and Temple, she gives them a smile.
"Look at that, so many poor soules, looking or treasure....or what ever else they long for, in this fosaken land. Please, share a drink with us it seems we have a common path to walk. My name is Trinjya and if you don't mind I will play music for us until we find some strong arms for our crew."
With that, she takes her flute and plays, mainly for her own enjoyment.
a tall weather born robot with a war hammer on his back, and electricity some how emanating from it, walks into the tavern just after every one left "this tavern is pretty... empty" he says roboticly before leaving "i wonder if there are any adventures here to do go adventuring with"
as he looks around he spots some adventures preparing to leave (the plague group). "hello. do you need an assistant? i am very good at killing and healing."
A pretty woman with black hair and stormy-gray eyes walks in through the doors, glancing around the common area. She has a rapier at her hip, with a shortbow strapped to her back near a quiver of arrows. Under her cloak she has on a set of leather armor, over a tunic that goes down to past her knees. She has on black leather boots. Seeing someone playing a flute, she smiles and heads in that direction. "I'm looking for work, do you know if anyone is looking for another member for their group still?"
as he looks around he spots some adventures preparing to leave (the plague group). "hello. do you need an assistant? i am very good at killing and healing."
"We will welcome another. Won't we, Baymen." It is statement, not a question when Megoddosh says it.
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"Whatever it was, it was my sister, not me!"
I play Avalon Farwood, Esthvele, and Anacra in the Tales of the Adventurers Tavern.
*Sheeeeez this is from a long time ago... a lot has changed...*
Baymen stands, unsure of the mechanical future that stands before him. He's worked with metal, he's worked with magic, he's even worked with sentient rocks, but, magic sentient metal that spoke, that was new even for him.
"A strange land gets stranger. I'd imagine you can't get sick, and that'll be useful for not getting sick. We'll be around it, in it, and about it, so as long as you're brave, there are no worries..."
He trails off. Do such creatures feel fear? Do they feel at all? The puzzled look on his face obvious but not ill intended. He genuinely was unsure of what stood before him, but was glad for more assistance. With an affirmatory nod, he welcomed the help.
"Now that's a surprise..." Cnicus said. He hadn't been expecting seeing a Warforged in this place. "As long as you are just healing and not killing us, you are more than welcome to join, my good fellow!"
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When Trinjya notices Morn and Temple, she gives them a smile.
"Look at that, so many poor soules, looking or treasure....or what ever else they long for, in this fosaken land. Please, share a drink with us it seems we have a common path to walk. My name is Trinjya and if you don't mind I will play music for us until we find some strong arms for our crew."
With that, she takes her flute and plays, mainly for her own enjoyment.
Temple smiles as Trinjya begins to play.
"The drink here is a smidge strong for my taste, but I would love to join you. I've not played in a while with a partner but used to play with my family quite a bit."
She watches Trinjya play for a moment before rifling through her pack. Eventually she pulls out her panflute and joins in. (Performance: 9 )
Morn nods to Trinjya. "You're welcome to join us, Trinjya. We're in need of a strong arm in our endeavours, but you are more than welcome to join us as well. This is Horatio," he gestures to the other tiefling at the bar.
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Morn, having been listening in to the side after his first attempt introducing himself to Horatio, eyes the new tiefling with curiosity. He'd never seen many tieflings before, let alone two in the same place.
Morn eyes the coin in Horatio's hand. Emboldened now by the object at hand, he reaches out a hand, though still tentatively. "Excuse me sir. Would you mind if I had a look at that coin? I assure you, I will return it. I only wish to inspect it."
Temple leans in from her seat nearby, listening intently to the discussion between the two tieflings and the human at the bar.
"Pardon me, please... but what of the man you were speaking of? Freddie... or Frankie something or other? What if he is lost... or worse?" Temple steals a quick look towards the door and windows, and her eyes flash with a moment of fear, "It is a terrible thing to be alone out there...."
She stands, taking a step closer to the group.
"Should we try to find him, and not just his coin?"
Horatio considers Morn the wizard and passes him the coin, muttering something about "Take care not to drop it."
As Temple interjects, Horatio fixes her with a dead stare: "This will be taken under advisement, though I understand that these lands are the kind of place where being alone is as much a lifestyle choice as it is a death warrant. Still, I am... in the process of locating Frankie's companion - a large Mastiff who might be able to help us find his master, if it could be so convinced."
He looks around the room.
"It seems we are very nearly prepared to embark on this most promising excursion into the wilds - perhaps, if I may suggest, we might attempt to inspire one of those tough-looking fellows to accompany us? I prefer not to get particularly hands-on with anything that can't at least passably understand common."
Before the plague party leaves, Megoddosh wants to check out the sanitorium and the barracks. Btw to the DMs.
An Assassin of Random
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"Whatever it was, it was my sister, not me!"
I play Avalon Farwood, Esthvele, and Anacra in the Tales of the Adventurers Tavern.
*Sheeeeez this is from a long time ago... a lot has changed...*
"My thanks," Morn says as he looks intently at the coin, looking up momentarily at the bartender, "You say there are more of these?" He then hands the coin back to Horatio. "I'm capable of aiding you in finding this treasure, perhaps even the mastiff or even Frankie, given enough of a description. I've been known to locate objects in the past, but can only identify their location for a small time and within 1000 feet."
"Agreed. Some tougher individuals to aid us would be beneficial," Morn nods in agreement.
Horatio rubs his hands together. "Excellent. I expect I shall have results sufficient enough to begin our quest by the morning. If we can find one or two more... healthy... fellows, perhaps we might plan to leave in the morning?"
When Trinjya notices Morn and Temple, she gives them a smile.
"Look at that, so many poor soules, looking or treasure....or what ever else they long for, in this fosaken land. Please, share a drink with us it seems we have a common path to walk. My name is Trinjya and if you don't mind I will play music for us until we find some strong arms for our crew."
With that, she takes her flute and plays, mainly for her own enjoyment.
a tall weather born robot with a war hammer on his back, and electricity some how emanating from it, walks into the tavern just after every one left "this tavern is pretty... empty" he says roboticly before leaving "i wonder if there are any adventures here to do go adventuring with"
Forest of Wonders DMless campaign
>Recruitment Thread< >Game Thread<
I am an average mathematics enjoyer.
>Extended Signature<
as he looks around he spots some adventures preparing to leave (the plague group). "hello. do you need an assistant? i am very good at killing and healing."
Forest of Wonders DMless campaign
>Recruitment Thread< >Game Thread<
I am an average mathematics enjoyer.
>Extended Signature<
A pretty woman with black hair and stormy-gray eyes walks in through the doors, glancing around the common area. She has a rapier at her hip, with a shortbow strapped to her back near a quiver of arrows. Under her cloak she has on a set of leather armor, over a tunic that goes down to past her knees. She has on black leather boots. Seeing someone playing a flute, she smiles and heads in that direction. "I'm looking for work, do you know if anyone is looking for another member for their group still?"
Cedar turns to the newcomer "We have room for another. Care to come fight some bandits?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Fighting bandits is always good work." Nolla says with a smile, moving closer to the table. "I'd love to help you out with it."
"We will welcome another. Won't we, Baymen." It is statement, not a question when Megoddosh says it.
An Assassin of Random
Will try to post, but I have a busy schedule and have to attend to the real world.(Currently un-unavailable, whatever that means...)
"Whatever it was, it was my sister, not me!"
I play Avalon Farwood, Esthvele, and Anacra in the Tales of the Adventurers Tavern.
*Sheeeeez this is from a long time ago... a lot has changed...*
Baymen stands, unsure of the mechanical future that stands before him. He's worked with metal, he's worked with magic, he's even worked with sentient rocks, but, magic sentient metal that spoke, that was new even for him.
"A strange land gets stranger. I'd imagine you can't get sick, and that'll be useful for not getting sick. We'll be around it, in it, and about it, so as long as you're brave, there are no worries..."
He trails off. Do such creatures feel fear? Do they feel at all? The puzzled look on his face obvious but not ill intended. He genuinely was unsure of what stood before him, but was glad for more assistance. With an affirmatory nod, he welcomed the help.
'thank you. my name is B8, but people call be bait."
Forest of Wonders DMless campaign
>Recruitment Thread< >Game Thread<
I am an average mathematics enjoyer.
>Extended Signature<
"Welcome, B8. I hope you do not need to live up to your nickname."
An Assassin of Random
Will try to post, but I have a busy schedule and have to attend to the real world.(Currently un-unavailable, whatever that means...)
"Whatever it was, it was my sister, not me!"
I play Avalon Farwood, Esthvele, and Anacra in the Tales of the Adventurers Tavern.
*Sheeeeez this is from a long time ago... a lot has changed...*
Cedar smiles "I agree. I can't promise that there will be money, but they are bandits. They are bound to have some stashed away. What is your name?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Now that's a surprise..." Cnicus said. He hadn't been expecting seeing a Warforged in this place. "As long as you are just healing and not killing us, you are more than welcome to join, my good fellow!"
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Temple smiles as Trinjya begins to play.
"The drink here is a smidge strong for my taste, but I would love to join you. I've not played in a while with a partner but used to play with my family quite a bit."
She watches Trinjya play for a moment before rifling through her pack. Eventually she pulls out her panflute and joins in. (Performance: 9 )
Morn nods to Trinjya. "You're welcome to join us, Trinjya. We're in need of a strong arm in our endeavours, but you are more than welcome to join us as well. This is Horatio," he gestures to the other tiefling at the bar.