Someone new? Things are starting to look better already :) Hotheris turns back around, and sits down, purple hair flowing around and settling into place...
Hi there, my name is Hotheris Glendenning. Are you a healer? That's awesome. Can we compare notes about spells? Please?
Seeing it seems to be settled that they will venture into triboar trail tomorrow, Ricster finishes his drink and says to the group. "I will meet you here tomorrow morning." He then retreats to his room.
Toblen responded to Kreios with a grin, "Its some kind of meat, though I will say we haven't how cows in a long time. Perhaps pork?" shaking his head, he continued, "I'll go ahead and get you some." He then handed the keys to Kreios and Ricster before heading to the back once more. He caught a glimpse of Hotheris coming back and laughed heartily.
Someone new? Things are starting to look better already :) Hotheris turns back around, and sits down, purple hair flowing around and settling into place...
Hi there, my name is Hotheris Glendenning. Are you a healer? That's awesome. Can we compare notes about spells? Please?
"well, yes, um, sure. I mean, I don't really do much of spell studding, I'm just not cut out for that. the spells I know were given to me as a gift from Eldath... but I'm sure we could try!" Kreios replies. Arg! that all came out wrong... Meeting new people is hard... Kreios thinks, a small amount of his internal strife showing on his face.
Toblen returned from the back with additional meals having heard the call from Hotheris. He collected his payment and distributed the food before quickly mentioning, "Now that everyone is fed and roomed, I'm going to go straighten things up in the back. Once I'm done, shouldn't be more than a half hour or so, I'm going to lock up for the night. Be sure you're inside once I do, for if not, I'm a heavy sleeper, and you might just find yourself outside for the night." He chuckled as he walked to the back once again. In the moments that followed, you can hear running water and the shifting of all manner of metal kitchenware.
O good. Me first, I have a floating disk that can carry lots, and a slickum spell spell that should be good for some laughs and giggles, and I can do mending, how about you, Kreios?
From the back, a loud pang of metal on wood floors is followed by a barely audible curse, "Gah! How many times have I told..." before scrubbing and running water overtakes the sound once again.
A large hulking shape sits in the darkest corner of the tavern, finishing his meal and drinking ale. He watches the group coalesce and listens in on their chatter, noting the individuals, their strengths and their plan to set out early in the morning.
Once satisfied he'd learned all he could, he'd head upstairs to his room and settle in for the evening.
As the two talked about spells and Toblen finished washing up, he returned to the room with a slight shock, "Ah! Another traveler! Welcome to the Stonehill Inn. I'm Toblen Stonehill and we have a single room for rent, bed for the night costs 5 silver pieces and a meal costs 1-though I can see you've brought your own! He laughed, then continued, "To be fair, the food's probably cold now anyway. As you can see, there's a few bold individuals also staying the night, and they're set to walk the triboar trail in the morning. There's a map of town over there that will show you the way if you'd like to join them." He paused, pointing to the map on the table nearby.
He then moved to the front door and locked it from the outside before closing it again. "If anyone needs to leave, you'll be out for the night. I sleep like a rock and don't plan to be up very much longer. If there's anything else you might need until I do, don't be afraid to ask." He then yawned lazily, a long day behind him, and settled to a wooden stool.
O good. Me first, I have a floating disk that can carry lots, and a slickum spell spell that should be good for some laughs and giggles, and I can do mending, how about you, Kreios?
"w-wow, that sounds advanced. I don't have anything that cool, sorry. I just have can heal people with a touch, heal people for a smaller amount far away, I can bless people so they succeed more, a can guide people on endeavors, and can revive unconscious people. "
Tolben's head slowly leaned back with an eye on his new visitors. "What a good day" he thought to himself and half muttered before drifting off to sleep.
When he woke, there were none yet awake, and Tolben began the day as normal. Chairs were pushed in, the fire place was restocked, and the barrels were switched with fresh ingredients.
"Another great start to a great day!" he remarked as he set the last barrel down and went to unlock the door.
Merah is up with the sun as always. She's never quite happy about it, but the softer bed she's spent the night in is making it even more difficult to get up this morning. With quite a bit of grumbling, she makes her way out of the room and down the stairs into the main room of the inn.
She stops and stares for a long moment at the dragonborn in the room. Then she shakes her head and moves to the table she'd claimed last night by the fire. Despite having all night to dry out, her hair still feels a little damp. She starts pulling it back into braids with a practiced motion - keeping an eye on the dragonborn out of the corner of her eye.
Kreios enters the tavern dining/common room. "your all up bright and early." he remarks. "so... are we leaving tothe Triboar Trail soon? I ca't say I exited to go right into danger, I normally go away from danger, but I-I heard you needed a healer, so I'll try coming with." Yep... I'm running right into danger. that's how people always get killed. he thinks to himself. It's probably too late now to rethink my decision...
Replying to Krieos, the dragonborn speaks up, his voice booming in the otherwise quiet room 'I'm used to running towards danger. Or at least used to running into danger.'
The voice is strange, with a hint of a lisp, either from his unique physiology or an unusual accent.
The hulking figure is certainly armed and armored in the manner of one used to running into pointy and stabby things. Chainmail falls unbroken to his waist where it's gathered around a thick sturdy belt before splitting and covering everything above his knees. Steel shoulder pauldrons with intricate engravings of storm clouds and lightning and protective greaves are the only signs of ornamentation, even his shield is a simple affair, polished steel with a matte boss in the center.
A hooded cape of salt-stained grey wool has clearly seen its share of watches at sea and shrugged off the waves and lashing rain of many a storm.
Laying his hand across his sword the Dragonborn speaks up 'My name is Valzrie, blessed by the StormLord himself and his sworn sword. I am at your service.' A formal nod towards the other occupants completes his introduction.
With a nod, Tolben brought forth a basket containing many different styles of glazed breads with all manner of assorted diced nuts and dried fruits sprinkled about them. He presented it upon a table as if it were a roast to be carved during a grand feast. "They're on the house, but I should warn you, they're addicting!" He then stood back, proud of his creation. With a warm grin, he confidently declared, "Food fit for the start of a righteous venture. The people of this town will thank you for what you're about to do, as do I."
Merah goes for the food with a bright grin flashed at Tolben and a quick, "Thanks!" She scoops up a few pieces and instantly goes to town. Manners aren't necessarily a big thing with her, but she's respectful enough. Stuffing her mouth full of bread, she settles back into her seat and gives a little wave to the others. "Call me Merah," she says once her mouth is free of food. "And it'll be great to have both of you on this adventure. Someone to charge into danger with, and someone to patch us up after. I like those odds."
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Someone new? Things are starting to look better already :) Hotheris turns back around, and sits down, purple hair flowing around and settling into place...
Hi there, my name is Hotheris Glendenning. Are you a healer? That's awesome. Can we compare notes about spells? Please?
Seeing it seems to be settled that they will venture into triboar trail tomorrow, Ricster finishes his drink and says to the group. "I will meet you here tomorrow morning." He then retreats to his room.
(I think I have to mark off 6sp, right?)
Toblen responded to Kreios with a grin, "Its some kind of meat, though I will say we haven't how cows in a long time. Perhaps pork?" shaking his head, he continued, "I'll go ahead and get you some." He then handed the keys to Kreios and Ricster before heading to the back once more. He caught a glimpse of Hotheris coming back and laughed heartily.
Master Tolben, you have more of that excellent stew?, Yes, please, yum yum!
Hotheris leaves 2 more silver ands back down with the others...
"well, yes, um, sure. I mean, I don't really do much of spell studding, I'm just not cut out for that. the spells I know were given to me as a gift from Eldath... but I'm sure we could try!" Kreios replies. Arg! that all came out wrong... Meeting new people is hard... Kreios thinks, a small amount of his internal strife showing on his face.
I totally advise riding an animated castle.
Toblen returned from the back with additional meals having heard the call from Hotheris. He collected his payment and distributed the food before quickly mentioning, "Now that everyone is fed and roomed, I'm going to go straighten things up in the back. Once I'm done, shouldn't be more than a half hour or so, I'm going to lock up for the night. Be sure you're inside once I do, for if not, I'm a heavy sleeper, and you might just find yourself outside for the night." He chuckled as he walked to the back once again. In the moments that followed, you can hear running water and the shifting of all manner of metal kitchenware.
O good. Me first, I have a floating disk that can carry lots, and a slickum spell spell that should be good for some laughs and giggles, and I can do mending, how about you, Kreios?
From the back, a loud pang of metal on wood floors is followed by a barely audible curse, "Gah! How many times have I told..." before scrubbing and running water overtakes the sound once again.
A large hulking shape sits in the darkest corner of the tavern, finishing his meal and drinking ale. He watches the group coalesce and listens in on their chatter, noting the individuals, their strengths and their plan to set out early in the morning.
Once satisfied he'd learned all he could, he'd head upstairs to his room and settle in for the evening.
As the two talked about spells and Toblen finished washing up, he returned to the room with a slight shock, "Ah! Another traveler! Welcome to the Stonehill Inn. I'm Toblen Stonehill and we have a single room for rent, bed for the night costs 5 silver pieces and a meal costs 1-though I can see you've brought your own! He laughed, then continued, "To be fair, the food's probably cold now anyway. As you can see, there's a few bold individuals also staying the night, and they're set to walk the triboar trail in the morning. There's a map of town over there that will show you the way if you'd like to join them." He paused, pointing to the map on the table nearby.
He then moved to the front door and locked it from the outside before closing it again. "If anyone needs to leave, you'll be out for the night. I sleep like a rock and don't plan to be up very much longer. If there's anything else you might need until I do, don't be afraid to ask." He then yawned lazily, a long day behind him, and settled to a wooden stool.
"w-wow, that sounds advanced. I don't have anything that cool, sorry. I just have can heal people with a touch, heal people for a smaller amount far away, I can bless people so they succeed more, a can guide people on endeavors, and can revive unconscious people. "
((I'm ready for day 2))
I totally advise riding an animated castle.
Tolben's head slowly leaned back with an eye on his new visitors. "What a good day" he thought to himself and half muttered before drifting off to sleep.
When he woke, there were none yet awake, and Tolben began the day as normal. Chairs were pushed in, the fire place was restocked, and the barrels were switched with fresh ingredients.
"Another great start to a great day!" he remarked as he set the last barrel down and went to unlock the door.
Rising early, Valzrie makes his way back into the common room. 'Good morning, what's on offer this morning my good man?'
Merah is up with the sun as always. She's never quite happy about it, but the softer bed she's spent the night in is making it even more difficult to get up this morning. With quite a bit of grumbling, she makes her way out of the room and down the stairs into the main room of the inn.
She stops and stares for a long moment at the dragonborn in the room. Then she shakes her head and moves to the table she'd claimed last night by the fire. Despite having all night to dry out, her hair still feels a little damp. She starts pulling it back into braids with a practiced motion - keeping an eye on the dragonborn out of the corner of her eye.
Kreios enters the tavern dining/common room. "your all up bright and early." he remarks. "so... are we leaving to the Triboar Trail soon? I ca't say I exited to go right into danger, I normally go away from danger, but I-I heard you needed a healer, so I'll try coming with." Yep... I'm running right into danger. that's how people always get killed. he thinks to himself. It's probably too late now to rethink my decision...
I totally advise riding an animated castle.
Ricster quietly walks into the hall. He briefly greets people that he sees and finds a table to sit, waiting for the food.
Replying to Krieos, the dragonborn speaks up, his voice booming in the otherwise quiet room 'I'm used to running towards danger. Or at least used to running into danger.'
The voice is strange, with a hint of a lisp, either from his unique physiology or an unusual accent.
The hulking figure is certainly armed and armored in the manner of one used to running into pointy and stabby things. Chainmail falls unbroken to his waist where it's gathered around a thick sturdy belt before splitting and covering everything above his knees. Steel shoulder pauldrons with intricate engravings of storm clouds and lightning and protective greaves are the only signs of ornamentation, even his shield is a simple affair, polished steel with a matte boss in the center.
A hooded cape of salt-stained grey wool has clearly seen its share of watches at sea and shrugged off the waves and lashing rain of many a storm.
Laying his hand across his sword the Dragonborn speaks up 'My name is Valzrie, blessed by the StormLord himself and his sworn sword. I am at your service.' A formal nod towards the other occupants completes his introduction.
With a nod, Tolben brought forth a basket containing many different styles of glazed breads with all manner of assorted diced nuts and dried fruits sprinkled about them. He presented it upon a table as if it were a roast to be carved during a grand feast. "They're on the house, but I should warn you, they're addicting!" He then stood back, proud of his creation. With a warm grin, he confidently declared, "Food fit for the start of a righteous venture. The people of this town will thank you for what you're about to do, as do I."
Merah goes for the food with a bright grin flashed at Tolben and a quick, "Thanks!" She scoops up a few pieces and instantly goes to town. Manners aren't necessarily a big thing with her, but she's respectful enough. Stuffing her mouth full of bread, she settles back into her seat and gives a little wave to the others. "Call me Merah," she says once her mouth is free of food. "And it'll be great to have both of you on this adventure. Someone to charge into danger with, and someone to patch us up after. I like those odds."