At hearing the confirmation that this guy is who put out the fliers, Brödi hops up on the table and squats down so that she’s eye-level with the guy and says, “Right! That’s why I’m here. What’s the deal with this? I’m looking’ for some action!”
They are spooked as the half orc jumps on top of the table, almost causing her to jump from her seat. "Chairs were constructed for reason, you know." They look annoyed as they can be.
"All right, we're all here." he says. "Look, I'm trying to get to Ticel. It's all the way on the other side of the country. It is a small country, but still." He finally looks up from his book. "The way to get from here to Ticel is through the forest, making a pit stop in the small town of Yarmerita, then a little more of forest, through plains, and across a bridge. The problem is that many people have gotten lost in the forest and never found again. Even the most powerful warriors have not emerged from the forest. I'm looking for help through them. You all in?"
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The dragonborn, initially getting ready to join the half orc on the table, thinking its custom here, sits down confused by the raven womens words. He looks around the group and notices the others are not on the table either.
"You can count me in, I am always willing to learn and explore"
The dragonborn, initially getting ready to join the half orc on the table, thinking its custom here, sits down confused by the raven womens words. He looks around the group and notices the others are not on the table either.
"You can count me in, I am always willing to learn and explore"
He nods at you, then looks to the others.
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They sigh as they look at their nails again and speak in plain confidence. "I was already planning on journeying somewhere far from here. Besides, I won't be taken down by whatever critter lies around in some forest."
They are spooked as the half orc jumps on top of the table, almost causing her to jump from her seat. "Chairs were constructed for reason, you know." They look annoyed as they can be.
Brödi give you a side-eye and scoffs under her breath
He pulls the book closer to him. "10gp each. That's final."
“Ten!?”, she says trying to hide that that is a lot to her, she looks around nonchalantly. “I could make ten gold sweeping the stables here.” “An’ unless you’re really not payin’ attention, last I checked, sweepin’ stables ain’t life threatenin’.”
“Whadya say you sweeten the pot a bit?” She twirls her finger around gesturing around, “how about ya buy us all a round first? I always feel I think a little better with something to sip on.”
Brödi loudly stands up on the table and projects her voice and addresses all the patrons in the tavern, “Ya hear that?? Ol’ Fancy-Pants here said the next round is on him!” And she gestures to the guy who is hiring them with a smirk.
At hearing the confirmation that this guy is who put out the fliers, Brödi hops up on the table and squats down so that she’s eye-level with the guy and says, “Right! That’s why I’m here. What’s the deal with this? I’m looking’ for some action!”
A tall rabbit folk from the other side of the room comes over. Looking down at the flyer he approaches and says “count me in”
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They are spooked as the half orc jumps on top of the table, almost causing her to jump from her seat. "Chairs were constructed for reason, you know." They look annoyed as they can be.
(It sure is a familiar, kinda surprised the subclass doesnt grant a pseudo dragon familiar, but hey a reflavored owl works)
"All right, we're all here." he says. "Look, I'm trying to get to Ticel. It's all the way on the other side of the country. It is a small country, but still." He finally looks up from his book. "The way to get from here to Ticel is through the forest, making a pit stop in the small town of Yarmerita, then a little more of forest, through plains, and across a bridge. The problem is that many people have gotten lost in the forest and never found again. Even the most powerful warriors have not emerged from the forest. I'm looking for help through them. You all in?"
I exist sometimes, especially when I'm DMing Curse of Strahd.
The dragonborn, initially getting ready to join the half orc on the table, thinking its custom here, sits down confused by the raven womens words. He looks around the group and notices the others are not on the table either.
"You can count me in, I am always willing to learn and explore"
He nods at you, then looks to the others.
I exist sometimes, especially when I'm DMing Curse of Strahd.
They sigh as they look at their nails again and speak in plain confidence. "I was already planning on journeying somewhere far from here. Besides, I won't be taken down by whatever critter lies around in some forest."
“What’s, uh… what’s in it for us?” She says as she starts to paw at the book.
Brödi give you a side-eye and scoffs under her breath
Yales says "Not a lot, but hey I've got nothing better to do. Count me in. When do you want to leave?"
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"We'll leave as soon as the half-orc is satisfied with the 10gp." he says.
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“Ten!?”, she says trying to hide that that is a lot to her, she looks around nonchalantly. “I could make ten gold sweeping the stables here.” “An’ unless you’re really not payin’ attention, last I checked, sweepin’ stables ain’t life threatenin’.”
“Whadya say you sweeten the pot a bit?” She twirls her finger around gesturing around, “how about ya buy us all a round first? I always feel I think a little better with something to sip on.”
"Fine. But nothing more than 2gp each." he is very reluctant and doesn't get himself anything, he only writes in his book.
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Brödi loudly stands up on the table and projects her voice and addresses all the patrons in the tavern, “Ya hear that?? Ol’ Fancy-Pants here said the next round is on him!” And she gestures to the guy who is hiring them with a smirk.
"I won't have anything." They say as they tap on the table. "I doubt this place has any good tea."
He sighs and keeps writing in the blue-covered book.
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Yales will stand behind and try to figure out what the book is and what they are writing.
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"You interested in this? It's a book I'm writing called 'The Science of Magic'. It's mostly what I've seen in the world published."
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