"Pleased to meet you all during this festival, cheers!" Creach says, raising his goblet, then taking a large gulp. Aran watches in anticipation as Creach doubles over hacking and coughing from the burn of this drink.
Aran's lips twist upwards. But the best pranksters are the ones that don't get caught. So he remains utterly silent. Just drinking from his own mug, well. Creach's, and then going back to... OMNOMNOMOM! GLUB! GLUB, GLUB! Just absolutely stuffing his face again.
A young elf approaches the table lead by Bonnie. "Yes, thank you. I'll sit here. It's quite busy in here today. Just some cider please." Bonnie leaves her at the table and returns to the bar for the drink. The elf is obviously not of means, but put together neatly in traveling clothes and leather, a bow slung across her back. Red braids tight to her head, pale skin, green eyes and the most curious feature, antlers that curl tightly back from her temples over her hair turning slightly up just past her pointed ears.
She sits properly and glancing at Aran a couple seats down from her, absently collects a cloth from the table folding it in her hands. "Food is very precious, we must eat when we can. It is true that you never know when you may eat again. Though I find there are so few things in the world to savour, in a safe place such as this, you have the luxury of slowing to enjoy it." She says gently.
She looks about at the others. "I am Caix, Professor was it? I haven't been to university though I do like to read, write and cook. I'm very useful." She says crinkling her brow realizing that she just sounded like she's at an interview. "I look forward to traveling with you. Bonnie said this is a traveling group, out for adventure? May I join you?" She asks meeting each of their eyes carefully. "I have an eye for gems too. I could tell you the value of just about any of them now. My mast..my employer used to let me sort out the jewels in his treasury by value and quality, even set a few. He has his guards train me in archery and with a short sword. I do best at distance or with stealth, but I'm capable in melee too."
A light lift of her hand, reaching to Creach as if about to stop him from grabbing the wrong mug is drawn back swiftly with a small shake of her head to herself, then a small grin as she sees Aran switch cups with Creach assuming a prank, but unsure. Then becoming quiet and waiting for further comment from the group, she absently cleans the space in front of her with the folded cloth. Her hands, nails neatly trimmed and extremely clean look like they have seen many more years of work than normal for even an elf of her age with small scars you might see on a cook.
Bonnie returns, leaning over to her with the drink. Caix passes a couple coins to her, "Thank you Bonnie." She says turning to look at the Barmaid directly as she does so then turns back to the table sipping her cider observing the others.
(I have a smaller phone and still am not able to, even sideways - you can key in rolls like this just omit the periods when you type it. [.roll].1d4+2[./roll] . use 'spell' or 'skill' for those if you wish to link them as well and be sure to leave spaces before and after so the thread will process it.)
"HMAHSSKJSAHKLSJHSUIDJHK WHO SWAPPED MY DRINK?!!! IWILLFEEDYOUR TOESTOAWOLFWHILEYOURHEADISSTUCKINABEEHIVE..." Creach continues releasing an impressive list of threats and curses that are surprising to hear from the mouth of a teenager towards whoever swapped his drink before breaking down in a fit of giggles because darned if he can't appreciate a good prank, he lifts his goblet again, forgetting it's not his goblet...
"Uuuuh. I don't know 'bout traveling together." Says Aran after a moment of hesitation. "Was just a spot I sat down at." Another belch, showcasing his terrible manners yet again. He wipes his food off of his mouth with his sleeve, dabbing at the drink on his lips with that same sleeve.
"Yeah, I mean, I just sat down here, but I'm down to travel. I have no interest in gems, but I do enjoy facing new opponents and adventure. I'd be down to travel if you need anyone, especially if you need a tracker. Ain't no one better for tracking.. well, except maybe my sister Ayra."
Thaddeus looks towards Aran and Caix. “You two seem the sneaky sort, am I right? I know a bit about stealth as well and of course... a hidden blade is just another form of martial combat. Quick, deadly, efficient, and effective.”
He looks at the group at the table, evaluating possible strengths and weaknesses. “I am surely not the adventuring type.” He pats his large belly. “I am a trainer and teacher. I help others become better, I am not an adventurer myself.”
He says this with complete honesty though deep down he yearns for an adventure.
"Me? Sneaky? N'aaaaww, don't be silly. I'm utterly harmless." Says Aran with a wave of the hand. "Just a guy doing just a guy things." Claims the loud Aran, his head bobbing. A finger strokes the head of his mouse when it reemerges. "That's right, Alekzander." Says the half elf to the mouse.
"Completely harmless, isn't that right, buddy?" Aran nudges his drow companion.
Creach, noticing the hint of longing in the prof.'s voice, attempts to console him;
"Listen, professor, adventuring is overrated. I mean, yeah, you get to meet all kinds of creatures and kill them immediately afterward, and yeah, the thrill of a blade in your hand and a challenge in front of you is a high unlike any other, and yeah, the shock of every footfall sends reverbrations through your body, filling you with the strange satisfaction of the chase, but really, adventuring isn't all that great." Creach says, finishing with a nod, as though completely convinced this helped, before going back to his beef and reaching for his goblet yet again.
"uhhhh, I think your drow friend there is dead dude." Creach points out, taking another gulp from his goblet. "hmfkansjrhjbj! *coughing and hacking noises*"
As if she knew what Creach were thinking, Bonnie is there with tall glasses of beer for the table. "First one's free on account of the holiday," she says with a smile.
(how did you roll without going to your character sheet? Is it because I'm on my phone I can't?)
"Deer are usually cautious. With good reason too with all the hunters around."
Farewell.
(You have to turn the phone sideways)
Farewell.
"Pleased to meet you all during this festival, cheers!" Creach says, raising his goblet, then taking a large gulp. Aran watches in anticipation as Creach doubles over hacking and coughing from the burn of this drink.
Farewell.
Aran's lips twist upwards. But the best pranksters are the ones that don't get caught. So he remains utterly silent. Just drinking from his own mug, well. Creach's, and then going back to... OMNOMNOMOM! GLUB! GLUB, GLUB! Just absolutely stuffing his face again.
A young elf approaches the table lead by Bonnie. "Yes, thank you. I'll sit here. It's quite busy in here today. Just some cider please." Bonnie leaves her at the table and returns to the bar for the drink. The elf is obviously not of means, but put together neatly in traveling clothes and leather, a bow slung across her back. Red braids tight to her head, pale skin, green eyes and the most curious feature, antlers that curl tightly back from her temples over her hair turning slightly up just past her pointed ears.
She sits properly and glancing at Aran a couple seats down from her, absently collects a cloth from the table folding it in her hands. "Food is very precious, we must eat when we can. It is true that you never know when you may eat again. Though I find there are so few things in the world to savour, in a safe place such as this, you have the luxury of slowing to enjoy it." She says gently.
She looks about at the others. "I am Caix, Professor was it? I haven't been to university though I do like to read, write and cook. I'm very useful." She says crinkling her brow realizing that she just sounded like she's at an interview. "I look forward to traveling with you. Bonnie said this is a traveling group, out for adventure? May I join you?" She asks meeting each of their eyes carefully. "I have an eye for gems too. I could tell you the value of just about any of them now. My mast..my employer used to let me sort out the jewels in his treasury by value and quality, even set a few. He has his guards train me in archery and with a short sword. I do best at distance or with stealth, but I'm capable in melee too."
A light lift of her hand, reaching to Creach as if about to stop him from grabbing the wrong mug is drawn back swiftly with a small shake of her head to herself, then a small grin as she sees Aran switch cups with Creach assuming a prank, but unsure. Then becoming quiet and waiting for further comment from the group, she absently cleans the space in front of her with the folded cloth. Her hands, nails neatly trimmed and extremely clean look like they have seen many more years of work than normal for even an elf of her age with small scars you might see on a cook.
Bonnie returns, leaning over to her with the drink. Caix passes a couple coins to her, "Thank you Bonnie." She says turning to look at the Barmaid directly as she does so then turns back to the table sipping her cider observing the others.
(I have a smaller phone and still am not able to, even sideways - you can key in rolls like this just omit the periods when you type it. [.roll].1d4+2[./roll] . use 'spell' or 'skill' for those if you wish to link them as well and be sure to leave spaces before and after so the thread will process it.)
"HMAHSSKJSAHKLSJHSUIDJHK WHO SWAPPED MY DRINK?!!! IWILLFEEDYOUR TOESTOAWOLFWHILEYOURHEADISSTUCKINABEEHIVE..." Creach continues releasing an impressive list of threats and curses that are surprising to hear from the mouth of a teenager towards whoever swapped his drink before breaking down in a fit of giggles because darned if he can't appreciate a good prank, he lifts his goblet again, forgetting it's not his goblet...
Farewell.
"Uuuuh. I don't know 'bout traveling together." Says Aran after a moment of hesitation. "Was just a spot I sat down at." Another belch, showcasing his terrible manners yet again. He wipes his food off of his mouth with his sleeve, dabbing at the drink on his lips with that same sleeve.
"Yeah, I mean, I just sat down here, but I'm down to travel. I have no interest in gems, but I do enjoy facing new opponents and adventure. I'd be down to travel if you need anyone, especially if you need a tracker. Ain't no one better for tracking.. well, except maybe my sister Ayra."
Farewell.
"Yeah, I think Bonnie musta been mistaken. This here ain't an adventuring group or even a group. We just happened to sit down at the same table."
Thaddeus looks towards Aran and Caix. “You two seem the sneaky sort, am I right? I know a bit about stealth as well and of course... a hidden blade is just another form of martial combat. Quick, deadly, efficient, and effective.”
He looks at the group at the table, evaluating possible strengths and weaknesses. “I am surely not the adventuring type.” He pats his large belly. “I am a trainer and teacher. I help others become better, I am not an adventurer myself.”
He says this with complete honesty though deep down he yearns for an adventure.
Noob
"Me? Sneaky? N'aaaaww, don't be silly. I'm utterly harmless." Says Aran with a wave of the hand. "Just a guy doing just a guy things." Claims the loud Aran, his head bobbing. A finger strokes the head of his mouse when it reemerges. "That's right, Alekzander." Says the half elf to the mouse.
"Completely harmless, isn't that right, buddy?" Aran nudges his drow companion.
Creach, noticing the hint of longing in the prof.'s voice, attempts to console him;
"Listen, professor, adventuring is overrated. I mean, yeah, you get to meet all kinds of creatures and kill them immediately afterward, and yeah, the thrill of a blade in your hand and a challenge in front of you is a high unlike any other, and yeah, the shock of every footfall sends reverbrations through your body, filling you with the strange satisfaction of the chase, but really, adventuring isn't all that great." Creach says, finishing with a nod, as though completely convinced this helped, before going back to his beef and reaching for his goblet yet again.
Farewell.
"uhhhh, I think your drow friend there is dead dude." Creach points out, taking another gulp from his goblet. "hmfkansjrhjbj! *coughing and hacking noises*"
Farewell.
"He's just silent. He'll talk when he wants to talk."
"If you say so man. Can I get something else to drink?"
Farewell.
As if she knew what Creach were thinking, Bonnie is there with tall glasses of beer for the table. "First one's free on account of the holiday," she says with a smile.
"How'd you?... Thank you ma'am." Creach thanks the barmaid.
Farewell.
Bonnie smiles and rushes off to the next table.
"Exceptional service, wouldn't you say?" Creach asks, admiring his ale.
Farewell.