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Not to worry Yerandell, I'm referring to Scarlet. She seems pretty tired, and kind of out of it. Cloud grins at Kevis. If you're going to get some food, I'd recommend the cake-it's amazing.
"Hahaha." Yerandell cracks a wide smile. "You're good, Kevis. It was one of those things where you're there, but you're. If that makes any sense." The dwarf turns to Cloud with a grin, "The cake is pretty good. I hope scarlet is okay. She must have gone to take a nap or something."
Scarlet comes back in and goes up to the bar. "umm, excuse me? Could I possible get some Ale?"
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Then suddenly, a loud noise appears. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. A tall and buff half-orc female with purple skin and white hair enters the room and looks at the human:
-A JOB, YA SAY? WELL, I'VE GOT ONE-she shouts, not realizing how loud she is. She goes in front of the human, stands tall, and shouts:
-BRING ME SHECTA WEST AND ILL REWARD YA WITH 500 GOLD-she screams. At this point, she makes a scene.-WELL, DO WE HAVE A DEAL? - When she sees all the eyes on her staring, she takes a deep breath and says calmly: -Sorry. I did not mean to scare you.- Then she mumbles: - Shecta told me I have anger issues.- she sighs-I miss her. - Then she smiles, extends a giant hand to the human, and asks:
Tym Eisenfuchs, the fluffy, raccoon-sized Michtim warlock working at the Tavern, comes up to the group and starts taking orders. Tym is wearing tinted goggles on their head and a greenish cape with a wolf emblem.
"Oh well met, friends. Glad to have you at the Wegkreuz! Can I entice you for some tasty bocicne? You know, the muffin-like sweet and savory bits of deliciousness the Michtims are known for? We also have a hearty stew on the menu today, if that tickles your fancy more."
I'd like some please-says the tall orclady. - The name's Urkia. My friends call me Urk. Hey gnome fella-you've gotten it all wrong. The human fella wouldn't steal a dime. I'm willing to give 500 gold to anyone who would help me find my friend. Care to help?
Urkia takes a piece of paper from her bag. It appears to be a drawing of a young elf girl with curly brown hair, a round face, and a big smile
"If ya wanna help, have ya seen this young lady?" I've never had a friend like her. She saved me and many others in a horrible fire. Then one day, she just disappeared."
The orc looks at Baxter helplessly, as if her previous personality has vanished. But then she erases the frown on her face and smiles once more.
"Ya said something about uhm... magic? Tell me more. I've never seen magic " Urk stuffs the drawing in her bag as if to hide her feelings with it.
(BTW, can someone please explain what is bocicne?)
The doors of the tavern fly open, almost bursting off their hinges. The ground shakes as cups and plates rattle on the tables for a brief instance before everything settles. In the wake of the calamity, a lone Earth Genasi stands in the doorway armed to the teeth with a bow, swords and daggers.
His stoic expression echoes a deafening silence in the mere moments before he speaks, deep and strong as stone.
“I… did not mean to do that…”
He walks into the tavern, yet lingers by the door, beginning to take off the quiver of arrows slung across his back.
The man has already turned around and is trying to check the hinges, making sure he didn’t, once again, break something.
“I always mess up around these wooden doors…”
He stands back up, after confirming nothing is damaged.
“The carnival makes sure its doors are always solid iron. I forget I have to worry about it when I go to… other… places.”
As he gets to the end of his sentence he begins to turn back around, his eyes get wider and he is stunned, but not shocked, at the altercation enveloping him.
"Sorry. It can be so hard controlling my anger, especially with my friend gone. I've gotten better at it. Before, I'd be in a constant rage."
She shakes the man's hand, blushing out of embarrassment. Then she turns to the small gnome and smiles.
"Hey Bax, did I scare ya? Why don't we start our little project? My friend's name is Shecta West, she is about 5ft tall and she always smiles." Urkia grins. She drags Baxter into a lounge area and sits down with him.
He shakes her hand in return, taking a sigh of relief that he didn’t have to fight.
“The name’s Slate, nice to… not fight you.”
After she walks away he shrugs and leaves his weapons on as he follows her and her little friend and sits close to, but not quite with them.
“Sorry to interject, but are you looking for someone?”
He attempts to flag down a member of the tavern staff as he speaks.
“I’m somewhat of a tracker myself, and my friends in the Longmire Carnival have been all over, so we have a big network of folks who might be able to help.”
"Oh, hello Slate! Yes, we are looking for someone. She looks just like this" - Urkia points at the illusion - "Well that is her, just an illusion. I'm Urkia and this is Baxter. I'm willing to give anyone who can find our friend 500 gold, so if you're interested in helping out, you can spread the word. Her name is Shecta West and she is a hero."
Urkia smiles at Baxter and Slate and says:
"Thank you, friends. May I call ya that?"
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OOC: Quick explanation: Basically, a character set up a game within this thread, so our characters are playing D&D within this thread. It's slightly confusing.
Not to worry Yerandell, I'm referring to Scarlet. She seems pretty tired, and kind of out of it. Cloud grins at Kevis. If you're going to get some food, I'd recommend the cake-it's amazing.
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"Hahaha." Yerandell cracks a wide smile. "You're good, Kevis. It was one of those things where you're there, but you're. If that makes any sense." The dwarf turns to Cloud with a grin, "The cake is pretty good. I hope scarlet is okay. She must have gone to take a nap or something."
Scarlet comes back in and goes up to the bar. "umm, excuse me? Could I possible get some Ale?"
(I had to make a new account but I have finally found my way back! Not that anyone remembers me.... So yeah if anyone is interested I now run a discord similar to this role-play.)
A male human walks in "Do you have any odd jobs I could do in exchange for pay?" he asks.
Then suddenly, a loud noise appears. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. A tall and buff half-orc female with purple skin and white hair enters the room and looks at the human:
-A JOB, YA SAY? WELL, I'VE GOT ONE-she shouts, not realizing how loud she is. She goes in front of the human, stands tall, and shouts:
-BRING ME SHECTA WEST AND ILL REWARD YA WITH 500 GOLD-she screams. At this point, she makes a scene.-WELL, DO WE HAVE A DEAL? - When she sees all the eyes on her staring, she takes a deep breath and says calmly: -Sorry. I did not mean to scare you.- Then she mumbles: - Shecta told me I have anger issues.- she sighs-I miss her. - Then she smiles, extends a giant hand to the human, and asks:
-Well?
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Tym Eisenfuchs, the fluffy, raccoon-sized Michtim warlock working at the Tavern, comes up to the group and starts taking orders. Tym is wearing tinted goggles on their head and a greenish cape with a wolf emblem.
"Oh well met, friends. Glad to have you at the Wegkreuz! Can I entice you for some tasty bocicne? You know, the muffin-like sweet and savory bits of deliciousness the Michtims are known for? We also have a hearty stew on the menu today, if that tickles your fancy more."
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an 8 foot tall grey skinned goliath walks into the tavern and sits down at the bar.
this place looks pretty busy he says to the nearest bartender if your manager is ok with it i could help out ar no cost
I'd like some please-says the tall orclady. - The name's Urkia. My friends call me Urk. Hey gnome fella-you've gotten it all wrong. The human fella wouldn't steal a dime. I'm willing to give 500 gold to anyone who would help me find my friend. Care to help?
She pats the little gnome on the head and smiles, all the anger exiting her body.
-Nice place ya got here, huh? My great great granddad had a place just like this. Called it the "Heck of a burrow".-Urkia chuckles and sits down.
Urkia takes a piece of paper from her bag. It appears to be a drawing of a young elf girl with curly brown hair, a round face, and a big smile
"If ya wanna help, have ya seen this young lady?" I've never had a friend like her. She saved me and many others in a horrible fire. Then one day, she just disappeared."
The orc looks at Baxter helplessly, as if her previous personality has vanished. But then she erases the frown on her face and smiles once more.
"Ya said something about uhm... magic? Tell me more. I've never seen magic " Urk stuffs the drawing in her bag as if to hide her feelings with it.
(BTW, can someone please explain what is bocicne?)
The doors of the tavern fly open, almost bursting off their hinges. The ground shakes as cups and plates rattle on the tables for a brief instance before everything settles. In the wake of the calamity, a lone Earth Genasi stands in the doorway armed to the teeth with a bow, swords and daggers.
His stoic expression echoes a deafening silence in the mere moments before he speaks, deep and strong as stone.
“I… did not mean to do that…”
He walks into the tavern, yet lingers by the door, beginning to take off the quiver of arrows slung across his back.
“Do I need to leave my weapons at the door? Or….”
Urk blinks twice, her mouth hanging open.
"Ya can't just do that! What would the manager say If they saw this?"
Urk angrily stands up, ready to pounce.
"Sorry, little guy. I've gotta deal with this." Urkia says to Baxter, as she cracks her knuckles. She is in a state of rage.
The man has already turned around and is trying to check the hinges, making sure he didn’t, once again, break something.
“I always mess up around these wooden doors…”
He stands back up, after confirming nothing is damaged.
“The carnival makes sure its doors are always solid iron. I forget I have to worry about it when I go to… other… places.”
As he gets to the end of his sentence he begins to turn back around, his eyes get wider and he is stunned, but not shocked, at the altercation enveloping him.
Urk breathes in, breathes out.
"Sorry. It can be so hard controlling my anger, especially with my friend gone. I've gotten better at it. Before, I'd be in a constant rage."
She shakes the man's hand, blushing out of embarrassment. Then she turns to the small gnome and smiles.
"Hey Bax, did I scare ya? Why don't we start our little project? My friend's name is Shecta West, she is about 5ft tall and she always smiles." Urkia grins. She drags Baxter into a lounge area and sits down with him.
He shakes her hand in return, taking a sigh of relief that he didn’t have to fight.
“The name’s Slate, nice to… not fight you.”
After she walks away he shrugs and leaves his weapons on as he follows her and her little friend and sits close to, but not quite with them.
“Sorry to interject, but are you looking for someone?”
He attempts to flag down a member of the tavern staff as he speaks.
“I’m somewhat of a tracker myself, and my friends in the Longmire Carnival have been all over, so we have a big network of folks who might be able to help.”
"Oh, hello Slate! Yes, we are looking for someone. She looks just like this" - Urkia points at the illusion - "Well that is her, just an illusion. I'm Urkia and this is Baxter. I'm willing to give anyone who can find our friend 500 gold, so if you're interested in helping out, you can spread the word. Her name is Shecta West and she is a hero."
Urkia smiles at Baxter and Slate and says:
"Thank you, friends. May I call ya that?"