Corwin nods at the man. "I'm going to learn more about this," he says before he turns to enter the hall, pausing to say a few words to the guards if need be.
Shadow feels the excitement build inside her as she enters the hall. She has a hard time focusing on one thing as she tries to take in all the colours and the splendour. The woman at the top of the stairs catch her attention for a brief moment and seeing the woman’s smile her way, she instinctively goes into the graceful bow that her clan uses to greet those they have respect for.
She sees a tiefling and forgets about the woman upstairs. Then a sound to her left makes her look that way and her focus falls on a ray of light dancing on the wall. This day is just an amazing experience she thinks to her self.
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Basina Fairfoot- Halfling paladin Shadow through the forest (Shadow) - Tabaxi Ranger (beastmaster)
The young woman was so awed by the visual splendor that she didn't even have the wherewithal to attempt to write about it or draw a recreation. Holding her pack over her shoulder she strode around the majestic room, attempting simply to take it all in. Still oblivious to most of her surroundings she bumped into several other adventurers that had been led in as she wanders aimlessly.
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Iymbryl; Elven Eldritch Knight in DM Jynne's LMoP,
Maker; Vect Wizard of Automata in Conspiracy in the Stars,
Valhik Steeltemper, Gnome Blood Hunter in Archie's Tomb of Annihilation,
Kallaia, Tiefling Bard in Minotaur's Storm King's Thunder
Moskov nods his head towards the guard as he files into the building. He looks around at the decorated interior and can't help but be impressed. Back home, the nicest building he had attended was the Stormwarden headquarters on Initiation Day. That structure has nothing on this one.
As he cranes his neck to take it all in, a young women bumps into him. "Oops, sorry," he says. His native accent is so thick, it makes his words very hard to understand. He only recently learned the language of the area, and is still struggling to adapt to it. He moves towards the side of the room to let others pass.
As everyone begins to crowd around the ground floor, with a decent amount of breathing space what with almost 80 individuals here, one of the guards up top claps thier hands, and a low reverberation carries from the walls to a few feet into the street. Everyone looks up to see that same guard take a step forward until he was directly behind the women left. "Admbassador Kylee Domora of the Merchant Guild, now speaking." He takes a step back. Kylee turns her head to thank the guard and turns back down to everyone else. She opens her mouth to speak, stops, claps her hands together, and closes her eyes. There is a murmer in the crowd as she stays like that for a second or two then puts her hands back on the railling.
"Firstly, I want to thank you all for ansering the call to action. They may not show it now, but the citizens of Elvire will soon appriciate your willingness to help. If any of you are curious as to why we have had about a week's worth grace period before you were officially summoned, well, we had to organize means of transportation and nurishment for those of you participating."
"Whaddya mean, 'participating'? I thought this was a merc job." One crowd member shouts. Kylee grimances, gripping the railing tightly before releasing with a soft exhale.
"I thought I told them Well, this...will come off as news to everyone. Elvire...does not have room for everyone. In fact, I've been told that less than half of you will actually make the cut."
"What!?"
"Do you know how long my trip was!?"
"The hell kind of work are we supposed to do?"
The hall soon becomes an uproar of frustration. Kylee takes her hands from the railing and slowly steps back from the commotion, stopped by a guard. The guard who got their attention the first time claps their hand again. The same reverb, this one a bit more stomach churning flowed out, getting everyones attention again. Kylee has a small conversation with the guardsmen before stepping to the railling again, now notebly red in the face. "I-I swear to you all nothing you will be doing will be anymore dangerous than the jurneys you've had before you came here. It's just...you are" she pauses "all on a time crunch. This city has needed extra hands to defend its people last month. That is why, "she jestures to the board behind her. "We have gone to hundreds of buisnesses and officials that this city has to offer, their requests posted on the board. Pick one. You have one week to leave and return with your quest completed. If you have not found yourselves a group to rely on, I suggest doing so now. Or, you may do it solo if you choose. The first thirty individuals to return with their quest completed will be given papers of citizenship, as well a lodging within the cities borders." She stops, taking a deep breath. She scans the room as everyone has gone from scowling to a more reasured demenor. Her smile returns, not as strong as it was before, but it's there.
"If there are no further questions, please, have your way with the board. Your time starts at dawn tomorow."
((You may choose this time for character introductions and discriptions, and discuss what quest the characters would like to take. As far as quests, you have these to choose from
Requestor: Treylo Northwind -Lower District
Description: Lost equipment along a mountain trail while being chassed by raiders. Equiptment is most likely along the trail or captured by an ogre. Will be given map to area and equiptment description.
Pay: 200 gp
Requestor: Derbol Songbeard - Middle district
Description: Need special mapel wood to craft violin. The location of trees will be given as well as amount needed.
Pay: 150 gp
Requestor: Captian Nandeley Shim - High District
Description: Investigate paranormal happenings in the town of Vergot. The people have reported feeling stange laziness and lack of energy. A full report upon return is needed for pay.
Pay: 210 gp
Requestor: Captain Nucaght Caw - Lower District.
Description: A gang has strongarmed the leader of a druidic village to provide them food and nurishment. Releive this village of their plight and bring as many members in for prosicution.
Pay: 200 gp.
Requestor: Naomi Burnside - Middle District
Description: A farmer has lost their prized bull within a forest. She fears wolves may have gotten to him already, but fears to venture off alone. Find the bull and return it.
Pinfeather approaches the board weaving through the crowd and staring up at to see the listing. She makes a quick mental note of the priority she thinks there tasks should have and then begins calling out "Cleric seeking party. Healer seeking party. Healer HEEE-AH" like she's calling the pigs in for slop.
Pinfeather is a lithe Halfling lass, decked out in armor with a helmet that looks comically like a large thimble. She wears a symbol of Yondalla openly around her neck.
Gorm Diabhal has skin as smooth and as white as ivory. Her hair is a rough bob of dark blue, two small nummy horns peaking through it on her forehead. She had a short sword strapped to her back and a bunch of small, metal darts with little red flags attached to the ends strategically located on her bracers, her belt, her shirt and seemingly everywhere. She had what seems to be dirt smeared across her eyes in a rectangular streak, seemingly some kind of war paint? She stands about 5'6" and is slight of build but her muscles are well defined and obvious. She looks like a fighter, a scrapper, but she wears no armor... Her top is little more than a crisscross of some kind of tight, purple silken cloth, her pants a contrast being also a light, silk material but very baggy and flowing as if to allow freedom of movement.
Gorm reads all the notices and goes back and forth between a few times but finds herself standing in front of the request from Captain Nucaght Caw. "Druids in need of help," she speaks aloud, unintentionally. "It would be good to rescue those who truly need it..."
Gorm turns her back to the board and casts her gaze about, looking to see who else might be interested in profiting from actually doing some good and saving some people...
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From her place along the wall Shadow watched the woman speak. A game she thought, how fun. Her attention was caught by the small halfling calling out. Once more she made a spontaneous decision and left her place and made her way trough the mass of adventurers.
As she walked through the room people couldn’t help but to take notice of her. Her white fur with black stripes was eye catching enough, add to that her strange outfit almost entirely made from soft leather decorated with small pieces of copper, brass and feathers. Around her neck a small emerald green snake with blue and green wings laid. His eyes looking at the persons they passed, keeping an eye out for trouble.
Shadow moved through the mass of people without an issue, her natural graceful gate helped her. Soon she stood right behind the halfling. “Hello” she said.
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Basina Fairfoot- Halfling paladin Shadow through the forest (Shadow) - Tabaxi Ranger (beastmaster)
Corwin feels his gut do a quick lurch, and up-and-down sort of movement amidst the hub bub of activity in the large, ornate room. He still is not used to spending extended periods of time indoors and feels a bit disoriented by everything that is going on around him. He sees various folk--adventurers presumably--starting to latch onto the various calls for aid.
He suddenly hears a woman's voice say "Druids in need of help" and he immediately focuses on that. It was some time since he'd been exiled from his tribe and removed from the druid priestess who was his mentor, but he recalled one of her most important lessons--that the druids should always help one another and work to protect nature and its faith from those who would attack it.
He sees that the comment came from a muscular woman who looked to be a fighter of some sort. He moves in her direction.
"Greetings," he says quietly, bowing his head before meeting Gorm's eyes. "I would help this druidic community in need of help." The wood elf stands in a motley collection of hides, a sword at his hip and javelins and a pack upon his back. His dark hair is uncombed and tangled, his eyes a bit wild with something feral about them. He's taller than most elves, thin and rangy, as if perhaps he has not had enough to eat in recent years.
"Gah! Yondalla's yard long yarn bobbin you startled me. Hello, you seeking help from a cleric? I feel like I'd be must useful helping the druids, but I'm a big team player... Well... You know what I mean." Pin has a subtle bit of a Tennessee twang to her accent, but it seems to be somewhat suppressed when she is speaking calmly.
Cifray follows the man with the strange accent that she bumped into, hoping to ask him where it and he came from. Unable to begin her barrage of questions before the announcement was made she resolved to try and find him again. Making her way to the board (and paying greater attention to her surroundings now in the bustle of bodies) she stumbles into the group gathering around the request in helping out some druids. "Druids," she exclaims, "I'd love to meet some. I'm sure they have a great amount of wisdom and knowledge to share."
Cifray is a young human woman in her mid 20s. She has sun-tanned skin and golden hair that falls down just past her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes match the fabric of the clothes she wears under her bleached white leather armor. She carries a traveler's pack that has certainly too many books in it, as well as two books strapped to her belt.
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Iymbryl; Elven Eldritch Knight in DM Jynne's LMoP,
Maker; Vect Wizard of Automata in Conspiracy in the Stars,
Valhik Steeltemper, Gnome Blood Hunter in Archie's Tomb of Annihilation,
Kallaia, Tiefling Bard in Minotaur's Storm King's Thunder
Moskov makes his way through the crowd while trying not to jostle those in his path. Peering over those clustered around around the board, he quickly scans through the jobs listed. Nearby, he hears a small group beginning to discuss taking on the druid job. He was leaning towards doing that one anyways, so he might as well join them.
"Mind if I join?" he asks the group in general. Standing at 6'4", he is rather tall for a half-elf. He is slender, but not scrawny. His black hair is cut to be only a few inches long. His light green eyes scan each of the group members. His facial features have an elven cast to them, but he looks more human. The lower half of his face is wrapped in a sky blue scarf with the end draped over his left shoulder and slightly muffled his voice. His navy blue clothing looks like a strange combination of soldier uniform and robes. His long sleeves and lower half appear to be robes, but everything else seems to be a soldier's outfit. On his right shoulder, a metal badge badge emblazened with with a symbol of winged shield with a lightning bolt streaking across it. A portion of his clothing on the right side has a large scorch mark scoring the hardy material. His clothing seems dusty and tattered around the edges as if I has seen heavy use. From what you can see of his hands, there appears to be some lichtenburg scarring on both hands
Cifray can't stop asking questions of her new companions. "Hello, I think I bumped into you earlier and noticed you have quite the interesting accent, oo...that's a lovely snake what region is he originally from. Oh, are those horns fully grown or will they get bigger?" She remains oblivious to the uncomfortableness her curious inquiries seem to provoke in some of her new acquaintances and continues to spill words as she can't seem to stop searching for more knowledge of the strange new felllows.
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Iymbryl; Elven Eldritch Knight in DM Jynne's LMoP,
Maker; Vect Wizard of Automata in Conspiracy in the Stars,
Valhik Steeltemper, Gnome Blood Hunter in Archie's Tomb of Annihilation,
Kallaia, Tiefling Bard in Minotaur's Storm King's Thunder
Gorm nods as all as they approach and gives each a smile. She is not overly chatty but she is friendly enough and turns nobody away. Even Cifray's questions all get answered with patience, even if Gorm must on occasion take a steadying breath to calm herself first.
When no other mercenaries seem to be gravitating towards their little group, Gorm gives a little clap of her hands to grab everyone's attention. "We must speak to Captain Nucaght Caw in the Lower District. Are any of you familiar enough with the city to lead us there? "
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
Shadow moves so she stands right besides Gorm, maybe a little to close for comfort. “I have been sleeping in that area, I know the way. I do not know the man” she says with a accent that is hard to place.
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Basina Fairfoot- Halfling paladin Shadow through the forest (Shadow) - Tabaxi Ranger (beastmaster)
Gorm smiles at Shadow and fight the urge to scratch behind her ears. "It's a start. If you could lead us to the area I'm sure we could ask after the Captain easy enough..."
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
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Corwin nods at the man. "I'm going to learn more about this," he says before he turns to enter the hall, pausing to say a few words to the guards if need be.
Shadow feels the excitement build inside her as she enters the hall. She has a hard time focusing on one thing as she tries to take in all the colours and the splendour. The woman at the top of the stairs catch her attention for a brief moment and seeing the woman’s smile her way, she instinctively goes into the graceful bow that her clan uses to greet those they have respect for.
She sees a tiefling and forgets about the woman upstairs. Then a sound to her left makes her look that way and her focus falls on a ray of light dancing on the wall. This day is just an amazing experience she thinks to her self.
Basina Fairfoot- Halfling paladin
Shadow through the forest (Shadow) - Tabaxi Ranger (beastmaster)
The young woman was so awed by the visual splendor that she didn't even have the wherewithal to attempt to write about it or draw a recreation. Holding her pack over her shoulder she strode around the majestic room, attempting simply to take it all in. Still oblivious to most of her surroundings she bumped into several other adventurers that had been led in as she wanders aimlessly.
Iymbryl; Elven Eldritch Knight in DM Jynne's LMoP,
Maker; Vect Wizard of Automata in Conspiracy in the Stars,
Valhik Steeltemper, Gnome Blood Hunter in Archie's Tomb of Annihilation,
Kallaia, Tiefling Bard in Minotaur's Storm King's Thunder
Moskov nods his head towards the guard as he files into the building. He looks around at the decorated interior and can't help but be impressed. Back home, the nicest building he had attended was the Stormwarden headquarters on Initiation Day. That structure has nothing on this one.
As he cranes his neck to take it all in, a young women bumps into him. "Oops, sorry," he says. His native accent is so thick, it makes his words very hard to understand. He only recently learned the language of the area, and is still struggling to adapt to it. He moves towards the side of the room to let others pass.
As everyone begins to crowd around the ground floor, with a decent amount of breathing space what with almost 80 individuals here, one of the guards up top claps thier hands, and a low reverberation carries from the walls to a few feet into the street. Everyone looks up to see that same guard take a step forward until he was directly behind the women left. "Admbassador Kylee Domora of the Merchant Guild, now speaking." He takes a step back. Kylee turns her head to thank the guard and turns back down to everyone else. She opens her mouth to speak, stops, claps her hands together, and closes her eyes. There is a murmer in the crowd as she stays like that for a second or two then puts her hands back on the railling.
"Firstly, I want to thank you all for ansering the call to action. They may not show it now, but the citizens of Elvire will soon appriciate your willingness to help. If any of you are curious as to why we have had about a week's worth grace period before you were officially summoned, well, we had to organize means of transportation and nurishment for those of you participating."
"Whaddya mean, 'participating'? I thought this was a merc job." One crowd member shouts. Kylee grimances, gripping the railing tightly before releasing with a soft exhale.
"
I thought I told themWell, this...will come off as news to everyone. Elvire...does not have room for everyone. In fact, I've been told that less than half of you will actually make the cut.""What!?"
"Do you know how long my trip was!?"
"The hell kind of work are we supposed to do?"
The hall soon becomes an uproar of frustration. Kylee takes her hands from the railing and slowly steps back from the commotion, stopped by a guard. The guard who got their attention the first time claps their hand again. The same reverb, this one a bit more stomach churning flowed out, getting everyones attention again. Kylee has a small conversation with the guardsmen before stepping to the railling again, now notebly red in the face. "I-I swear to you all nothing you will be doing will be anymore dangerous than the jurneys you've had before you came here. It's just...you are" she pauses "all on a time crunch. This city has needed extra hands to defend its people last month. That is why, "she jestures to the board behind her. "We have gone to hundreds of buisnesses and officials that this city has to offer, their requests posted on the board. Pick one. You have one week to leave and return with your quest completed. If you have not found yourselves a group to rely on, I suggest doing so now. Or, you may do it solo if you choose. The first thirty individuals to return with their quest completed will be given papers of citizenship, as well a lodging within the cities borders." She stops, taking a deep breath. She scans the room as everyone has gone from scowling to a more reasured demenor. Her smile returns, not as strong as it was before, but it's there.
"If there are no further questions, please, have your way with the board. Your time starts at dawn tomorow."
((You may choose this time for character introductions and discriptions, and discuss what quest the characters would like to take. As far as quests, you have these to choose from
Requestor: Treylo Northwind -Lower District
Description: Lost equipment along a mountain trail while being chassed by raiders. Equiptment is most likely along the trail or captured by an ogre. Will be given map to area and equiptment description.
Pay: 200 gp
Requestor: Derbol Songbeard - Middle district
Description: Need special mapel wood to craft violin. The location of trees will be given as well as amount needed.
Pay: 150 gp
Requestor: Captian Nandeley Shim - High District
Description: Investigate paranormal happenings in the town of Vergot. The people have reported feeling stange laziness and lack of energy. A full report upon return is needed for pay.
Pay: 210 gp
Requestor: Captain Nucaght Caw - Lower District.
Description: A gang has strongarmed the leader of a druidic village to provide them food and nurishment. Releive this village of their plight and bring as many members in for prosicution.
Pay: 200 gp.
Requestor: Naomi Burnside - Middle District
Description: A farmer has lost their prized bull within a forest. She fears wolves may have gotten to him already, but fears to venture off alone. Find the bull and return it.
Pay: 100 gp
Pinfeather approaches the board weaving through the crowd and staring up at to see the listing. She makes a quick mental note of the priority she thinks there tasks should have and then begins calling out "Cleric seeking party. Healer seeking party. Healer HEEE-AH" like she's calling the pigs in for slop.
Pinfeather is a lithe Halfling lass, decked out in armor with a helmet that looks comically like a large thimble. She wears a symbol of Yondalla openly around her neck.
Gorm Diabhal has skin as smooth and as white as ivory. Her hair is a rough bob of dark blue, two small nummy horns peaking through it on her forehead. She had a short sword strapped to her back and a bunch of small, metal darts with little red flags attached to the ends strategically located on her bracers, her belt, her shirt and seemingly everywhere. She had what seems to be dirt smeared across her eyes in a rectangular streak, seemingly some kind of war paint? She stands about 5'6" and is slight of build but her muscles are well defined and obvious. She looks like a fighter, a scrapper, but she wears no armor... Her top is little more than a crisscross of some kind of tight, purple silken cloth, her pants a contrast being also a light, silk material but very baggy and flowing as if to allow freedom of movement.
Gorm reads all the notices and goes back and forth between a few times but finds herself standing in front of the request from Captain Nucaght Caw. "Druids in need of help," she speaks aloud, unintentionally. "It would be good to rescue those who truly need it..."
Gorm turns her back to the board and casts her gaze about, looking to see who else might be interested in profiting from actually doing some good and saving some people...
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
From her place along the wall Shadow watched the woman speak. A game she thought, how fun. Her attention was caught by the small halfling calling out. Once more she made a spontaneous decision and left her place and made her way trough the mass of adventurers.
As she walked through the room people couldn’t help but to take notice of her. Her white fur with black stripes was eye catching enough, add to that her strange outfit almost entirely made from soft leather decorated with small pieces of copper, brass and feathers. Around her neck a small emerald green snake with blue and green wings laid. His eyes looking at the persons they passed, keeping an eye out for trouble.
Shadow moved through the mass of people without an issue, her natural graceful gate helped her. Soon she stood right behind the halfling.
“Hello” she said.
Basina Fairfoot- Halfling paladin
Shadow through the forest (Shadow) - Tabaxi Ranger (beastmaster)
Corwin feels his gut do a quick lurch, and up-and-down sort of movement amidst the hub bub of activity in the large, ornate room. He still is not used to spending extended periods of time indoors and feels a bit disoriented by everything that is going on around him. He sees various folk--adventurers presumably--starting to latch onto the various calls for aid.
He suddenly hears a woman's voice say "Druids in need of help" and he immediately focuses on that. It was some time since he'd been exiled from his tribe and removed from the druid priestess who was his mentor, but he recalled one of her most important lessons--that the druids should always help one another and work to protect nature and its faith from those who would attack it.
He sees that the comment came from a muscular woman who looked to be a fighter of some sort. He moves in her direction.
"Greetings," he says quietly, bowing his head before meeting Gorm's eyes. "I would help this druidic community in need of help." The wood elf stands in a motley collection of hides, a sword at his hip and javelins and a pack upon his back. His dark hair is uncombed and tangled, his eyes a bit wild with something feral about them. He's taller than most elves, thin and rangy, as if perhaps he has not had enough to eat in recent years.
"Gah! Yondalla's yard long yarn bobbin you startled me. Hello, you seeking help from a cleric? I feel like I'd be must useful helping the druids, but I'm a big team player... Well... You know what I mean." Pin has a subtle bit of a Tennessee twang to her accent, but it seems to be somewhat suppressed when she is speaking calmly.
Cifray follows the man with the strange accent that she bumped into, hoping to ask him where it and he came from. Unable to begin her barrage of questions before the announcement was made she resolved to try and find him again. Making her way to the board (and paying greater attention to her surroundings now in the bustle of bodies) she stumbles into the group gathering around the request in helping out some druids. "Druids," she exclaims, "I'd love to meet some. I'm sure they have a great amount of wisdom and knowledge to share."
Cifray is a young human woman in her mid 20s. She has sun-tanned skin and golden hair that falls down just past her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes match the fabric of the clothes she wears under her bleached white leather armor. She carries a traveler's pack that has certainly too many books in it, as well as two books strapped to her belt.
Iymbryl; Elven Eldritch Knight in DM Jynne's LMoP,
Maker; Vect Wizard of Automata in Conspiracy in the Stars,
Valhik Steeltemper, Gnome Blood Hunter in Archie's Tomb of Annihilation,
Kallaia, Tiefling Bard in Minotaur's Storm King's Thunder
Moskov makes his way through the crowd while trying not to jostle those in his path. Peering over those clustered around around the board, he quickly scans through the jobs listed. Nearby, he hears a small group beginning to discuss taking on the druid job. He was leaning towards doing that one anyways, so he might as well join them.
"Mind if I join?" he asks the group in general. Standing at 6'4", he is rather tall for a half-elf. He is slender, but not scrawny. His black hair is cut to be only a few inches long. His light green eyes scan each of the group members. His facial features have an elven cast to them, but he looks more human. The lower half of his face is wrapped in a sky blue scarf with the end draped over his left shoulder and slightly muffled his voice. His navy blue clothing looks like a strange combination of soldier uniform and robes. His long sleeves and lower half appear to be robes, but everything else seems to be a soldier's outfit. On his right shoulder, a metal badge badge emblazened with with a symbol of winged shield with a lightning bolt streaking across it. A portion of his clothing on the right side has a large scorch mark scoring the hardy material. His clothing seems dusty and tattered around the edges as if I has seen heavy use. From what you can see of his hands, there appears to be some lichtenburg scarring on both hands
(Any of you mind if we kind of handwave to all being kind of talking in the same group?)
(That's simple enough, you're all basically grouped up now)
"So we are all interested in helping druids? Excellent! Pinfeather Gollyfluff, Hearthmaiden of Yondalla, pleasure to meet you all."
Shadow thought for a second tilting her head a bit. Then stretched out a clawed paw at Pin. “Shadow” she said.
The gesture seemed a bit clumsy, like someone had seen it done and tried copying it.
With her other paw she pointed at the snake. “Bazoon “ she said. The snake looked at the halfling with curiosity.
Basina Fairfoot- Halfling paladin
Shadow through the forest (Shadow) - Tabaxi Ranger (beastmaster)
Cifray can't stop asking questions of her new companions. "Hello, I think I bumped into you earlier and noticed you have quite the interesting accent, oo...that's a lovely snake what region is he originally from. Oh, are those horns fully grown or will they get bigger?" She remains oblivious to the uncomfortableness her curious inquiries seem to provoke in some of her new acquaintances and continues to spill words as she can't seem to stop searching for more knowledge of the strange new felllows.
Iymbryl; Elven Eldritch Knight in DM Jynne's LMoP,
Maker; Vect Wizard of Automata in Conspiracy in the Stars,
Valhik Steeltemper, Gnome Blood Hunter in Archie's Tomb of Annihilation,
Kallaia, Tiefling Bard in Minotaur's Storm King's Thunder
Gorm nods as all as they approach and gives each a smile. She is not overly chatty but she is friendly enough and turns nobody away. Even Cifray's questions all get answered with patience, even if Gorm must on occasion take a steadying breath to calm herself first.
When no other mercenaries seem to be gravitating towards their little group, Gorm gives a little clap of her hands to grab everyone's attention. "We must speak to Captain Nucaght Caw in the Lower District. Are any of you familiar enough with the city to lead us there? "
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Shadow moves so she stands right besides Gorm, maybe a little to close for comfort.
“I have been sleeping in that area, I know the way. I do not know the man” she says with a accent that is hard to place.
Basina Fairfoot- Halfling paladin
Shadow through the forest (Shadow) - Tabaxi Ranger (beastmaster)
Gorm smiles at Shadow and fight the urge to scratch behind her ears. "It's a start. If you could lead us to the area I'm sure we could ask after the Captain easy enough..."
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop