"Nonsense, you were a plenty good fighter, I just scored a lucky hit. Or two." He says rather sheepishly. "And everyone else was already invited. But I like you, so eat!" He punctuates this by tearing into meat in a way much unbefitting of a noble.
(Since DnD takes place in a medieval fantasy world (I think) what definition of tavern wench are we using here? The Shakespearean one or the less PG one?)
Baryk finds that as lovely as the serving girls are they are much to quick of wit and foot to fall into his clutches. The wenches of this town must be located elsewhere. (On account of this being a very public thread)
Fontanne, after singing Tír Na nÓg and dancing a graceful, intricate, sinuous dance, reminiscent of the whirling of the dervishes of Al-Qadim, trips over her own feet and falls into Baryk's lap.
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír Na nÓg Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna Nug a Tír Na nÓg.
Come my love, our worlds would part, The gods will guide us across the dark. Come with me and be mine my love, Stay and break my heart.
From the shores through the ancient mist, You bear the mark of my elven kiss. Clear the way, I will take you home To eternal bliss.
[Chorus:] Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír Na nÓg Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna Nug a Tír Na nÓg [x2] Tír Na nÓg, oh, come beyond the ancient fog, Tír Na nÓg, oh, come with me to Tír Na nÓg.
Far away from the land you knew, The dawn of day reaches out to you. Though it feels like a fairy tale, All of this is true.
Run with me, have a look around. We build our life on a sacred ground. Come my love, our worlds may part, We'll be safe and sound.
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír Na nÓg Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna Nug a Tír Na nÓg. Tír Na nÓg, oh, come beyond the ancient fog, Tír Na nÓg, oh, come with me to Tír Na nÓg.
Time won't follow the path we came. The world you left, it forgot your name. Stay with me and be mine my love, Spare my heart the pain.
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír Na nÓg Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna Nug a Tír Na nÓg [x2] Tír Na nÓg, oh, come beyond the ancient fog, Tír Na nÓg, oh, come with me to Tír Na nÓg.
Come with me to Tír Na nÓg.
OOC: And the screen fades to black, if you know what I mean.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
josias goes behind the bar where connor and eldin are. connor my friend why dont you go upstairs and show your true talents to the victors. me and eldin got this. HAHAHA.
eldin gives him a look. um ok. ill grab it now. connor grabs a case and starts upstairs.
when he gets up there he will pull out a well maintained violin and start playing this song. https://youtu.be/4MCjU-Du3eI
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"Quite a lot actually..." he said, turning to look at the flashes. "Do those have a certain hue to them?" he asked, sipping his water. (Or he does whatever an Aarakocra does to drink.)
"Nonsense, you were a plenty good fighter, I just scored a lucky hit. Or two." He says rather sheepishly. "And everyone else was already invited. But I like you, so eat!" He punctuates this by tearing into meat in a way much unbefitting of a noble.
Ramal smiles. "Well far be it from me to deny good food with good company!" Ramal digs in!
not a problem. connor will get his drink and change.
you some times you feel like hitting a human with another human
Baryk walks into the Glory and searches for tavern wenches
Perception 8
Zacazotal: Level 3 Cleric of Kukulkan | Baryk Greycastle: Level 11 Tricky Sharpshooter (7W/5L) | Parabolus: Level 11 Warlock of the Stars (9W/2L)
DM: Tomb of Annihilation- Aftermath / Dungeon Crawl Classics- People of the Pit
(Since DnD takes place in a medieval fantasy world (I think) what definition of tavern wench are we using here? The Shakespearean one or the less PG one?)
Baryk finds that as lovely as the serving girls are they are much to quick of wit and foot to fall into his clutches. The wenches of this town must be located elsewhere. (On account of this being a very public thread)
Extended Signature
(Also, if we are going with that definition then I do not WANT them in the Glory.)
Urrk sits at the bar, wings drooping.
Nykkan downs his first ale and then asks for another and starts working on another wood block to make a different figurine 14
Nykkan Fharngnarthnost: Dragonborn Monk (4)...Coliseum of Conquest (3) {1W-6L} [Brewer]
Hans Stormsong: Human Monk (1)...Colosseum of Conquest (3) {0W-1L}
"Bartender," he said. "May I have a glass of water?"
Eldin who was serving customers as usual, gets Urk a glass of water. "Something on your mind?"
Fontanne, after singing Tír Na nÓg and dancing a graceful, intricate, sinuous dance, reminiscent of the whirling of the dervishes of Al-Qadim, trips over her own feet and falls into Baryk's lap.
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír Na nÓg
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Nug a Tír Na nÓg.
Come my love, our worlds would part,
The gods will guide us across the dark.
Come with me and be mine my love,
Stay and break my heart.
From the shores through the ancient mist,
You bear the mark of my elven kiss.
Clear the way, I will take you home
To eternal bliss.
[Chorus:]
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír Na nÓg
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Nug a Tír Na nÓg
[x2]
Tír Na nÓg, oh, come beyond the ancient fog,
Tír Na nÓg, oh, come with me to Tír Na nÓg.
Far away from the land you knew,
The dawn of day reaches out to you.
Though it feels like a fairy tale,
All of this is true.
Run with me, have a look around.
We build our life on a sacred ground.
Come my love, our worlds may part,
We'll be safe and sound.
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír Na nÓg
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Nug a Tír Na nÓg.
Tír Na nÓg, oh, come beyond the ancient fog,
Tír Na nÓg, oh, come with me to Tír Na nÓg.
Time won't follow the path we came.
The world you left, it forgot your name.
Stay with me and be mine my love,
Spare my heart the pain.
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Sha ta co ti oh nugga Tír Na nÓg
Sha ta co ti oh scum ne rivna
Nug a Tír Na nÓg
[x2]
Tír Na nÓg, oh, come beyond the ancient fog,
Tír Na nÓg, oh, come with me to Tír Na nÓg.
Come with me to Tír Na nÓg.
OOC: And the screen fades to black, if you know what I mean.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Nykkan downs his second mug of ale and indicates that he wants another as he continues to work on his figurine (13)
Nykkan Fharngnarthnost: Dragonborn Monk (4)...Coliseum of Conquest (3) {1W-6L} [Brewer]
Hans Stormsong: Human Monk (1)...Colosseum of Conquest (3) {0W-1L}
josias goes behind the bar where connor and eldin are. connor my friend why dont you go upstairs and show your true talents to the victors. me and eldin got this. HAHAHA.
eldin gives him a look. um ok. ill grab it now. connor grabs a case and starts upstairs.
when he gets up there he will pull out a well maintained violin and start playing this song. https://youtu.be/4MCjU-Du3eI
perform18 that shows how good he does with it.
you some times you feel like hitting a human with another human
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Zacazotal: Level 3 Cleric of Kukulkan | Baryk Greycastle: Level 11 Tricky Sharpshooter (7W/5L) | Parabolus: Level 11 Warlock of the Stars (9W/2L)
DM: Tomb of Annihilation- Aftermath / Dungeon Crawl Classics- People of the Pit
Gewonnt sighs at the humans' antics.
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
The crowd errupts outside as flashes of light from spells appear and the distinct sounds of arrows and bolts flying and striking hard surfaces begin.
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"Quite a lot actually..." he said, turning to look at the flashes. "Do those have a certain hue to them?" he asked, sipping his water. (Or he does whatever an Aarakocra does to drink.)
"You want to talk about it?" He also looks at the lights. "The lights? They might be greenish."
He sighed. "It's a shame. We can't see any color, Aarakocra. We can talk if you're willing to..."