Klara waits for the others to mount there horses and then rides off. She's surprisingly good at handling her chestnut-brown mare (who's just a little fiery).
You ride forth into the sunset of yet another glorious... wait, wrong adventure.
Roll initiative. Nope, that's the mining town one...
Here we go! You ride North to the country of Straithe, wondering why in the f they couldn't have sent someone closer or with more experience to overthrow a country, but then you remember the budget cuts, but then, why are you on horses that are very clearly cared for by CHROME staff?
While pondering these thoughts, and as the sun sets, you see a village approaching in the distance.
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bardof the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules.Sig.Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
You ride forth into the sunset of yet another glorious... wait, wrong adventure.
Roll initiative. Nope, that's the mining town one...
Here we go! You ride North to the country of Straithe, wondering why in the f they couldn't have sent someone closer or with more experience to overthrow a country, but then you remember the budget cuts, but then, why are you on horses that are very clearly cared for by CHROME staff?
While pondering these thoughts, and as the sun sets, you see a village approaching in the distance.
Klara pulls out a disguise kit to disguise herself as an antisocial nutjob. Realising she doesn't need it, she puts it away and rides into the village, looking for the nearest pub/inn/public house/B&B/hotel.
Klara looks with interest at the Murder Oboe, glances with disappointment in her eyes at the Fluffy Dragon and goes into the Blue Heron. Avoiding the bar, she heads straight for a corner table shrouded in shadow.
Edit: What the heck, Klara goes into the Murder Oboe. She acts the same as if she had gone into the Blue Heron.
As you enter the Murder Oboe, you get battered around quite a bit on your way to the quietest table. Some patrons try to get your attention and attempt to pick a fight, but being the anti-social nutjob you are, you just continue walking to your table.
After a short while, the server brings you a drink that you hate.
Shandy it is. Klara sips it moodily and cleans her fingernails with a dagger. Eventually she goes up to her room. Let me know if anyone else tries to talk to her, etc..
Klara waits for the others to mount there horses and then rides off. She's surprisingly good at handling her chestnut-brown mare (who's just a little fiery).
Chilling kinda vibe.
Kardis mounts a horse and follows Klara. She apparently has some experience, but not very much.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Klara keeps trying to make conversation but can't get beyond the first word or two. Eventually they reach the kingdom?
Chilling kinda vibe.
You ride forth into the sunset of yet another glorious... wait, wrong adventure.
Roll initiative. Nope, that's the mining town one...
Here we go! You ride North to the country of Straithe, wondering why in the f they couldn't have sent someone closer or with more experience to overthrow a country, but then you remember the budget cuts, but then, why are you on horses that are very clearly cared for by CHROME staff?
While pondering these thoughts, and as the sun sets, you see a village approaching in the distance.
Farewell.
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I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
Vil follows Kardis and Klara.
The Circle of Hedgehogs Druid Beholder/Animated Armor Level -20 Bard of the OIADSB Cult, here are our rules. Sig. Also a sauce council member, but it's been dead for a while.
[I like this kinda DMing. It's good fun.]
Chilling kinda vibe.
Klara pulls out a disguise kit to disguise herself as an antisocial nutjob. Realising she doesn't need it, she puts it away and rides into the village, looking for the nearest pub/inn/public house/B&B/hotel.
Chilling kinda vibe.
Which would you like first? Pub or inn?
Farewell.
Let's go with a pub.
Chilling kinda vibe.
As you walk into the damp dark cave, you see a huge red...
I really should get my notes straight.
There are a couple of pubs in the town.
The first is Murder Oboe, a bery rough and red pub that seems to have a fight breaking out at all times.
The second is the Fluffy Dragon, it looks like a very cheery place where the servers wear cute costumes.
And the Blue Heron, which appears to have a normal atmosphere for a bar.
Farewell.
Klara looks with interest at the Murder Oboe, glances with disappointment in her eyes at the Fluffy Dragon and goes into the Blue Heron. Avoiding the bar, she heads straight for a corner table shrouded in shadow.
Edit: What the heck, Klara goes into the Murder Oboe. She acts the same as if she had gone into the Blue Heron.
Chilling kinda vibe.
As you enter the Murder Oboe, you get battered around quite a bit on your way to the quietest table. Some patrons try to get your attention and attempt to pick a fight, but being the anti-social nutjob you are, you just continue walking to your table.
After a short while, the server brings you a drink that you hate.
Farewell.
Shandy it is. Klara sips it moodily and cleans her fingernails with a dagger. Eventually she goes up to her room. Let me know if anyone else tries to talk to her, etc..
Chilling kinda vibe.
A large heavyset man comes up to you and says
"My dagger's biggest than yous"
Farewell.
Klara looks at her dagger (which is really quite small) and says, "Mine's pointier."
Chilling kinda vibe.
The man looks at his dagger with a dumbstruck look on his face and looks from your dagger to his and back again and says
"Yous is pointest, but i have unsmallest." He says triumphantly.
Farewell.
Klara tries to duck past him. If that fails she takes a pair of left-handed scissors and sinks them into the man's thigh.
Chilling kinda vibe.
You duck past his outstretched arm and poke his arm with your dagger, finally getting into true Murder Oboe spirit.
Farewell.