Crispy nods professionally, allowing Luc to kiss her hand. The gesture makes her feel a bit awkward, as men usually want to beat her up, and her hands are rough, scarred, and unladylike. "A drink sounds wonderful.." She says, trying to move on past her insecurities. "Nice to meet you." She looks at Ary quickly and rolls her eyes, then winking, trying to lighten the moment.
The young, half orc, probably in his early 20's, sits at the table working on his third mug of ale awaiting the rest of the group he was told he would be meeting in the One Eyed Viper. The hue of his skin is closer to mossy or olive green than a forest green, and he has other features indicating possible Valmese qualities, thought he hales from the southern regions of Zofia. He has brown hair pulled back into a shoulder-length pony tail, which leads down to well-groomed mutton chops with a goatee. Hanging from his neck is an amulet displaying a white, right-hand gauntlet; anyone passing behind him will see the same symbol adorned on the shield strapped to his back. Draped over his full chain armor is a tabard of white bordered with hunter green - again the same symbol is embroidered in the middle of his tabard. Clearly he is not ashamed to
From behind his mug, his yellow-green eyes spot Virion, and another that he is unfamiliar with, ushering four individuals towards their table. A lump forms in his throat that he tries to choke down with a gulp of ale knowing the well-placed magi's likely reaction upon discovering his "profession". He stands - and stands tall at easily over 6.5 feet - from the table and tries his best to exude confidence. "Well met, new friends! I am Tobias." He offers a hearty handshake to all, and as Luc has already extended the invitation of food and drink he waits for the others to take a seat before he returns to his.
Tobi gives the elf, who seems touched by fey a bit more than other elves he's met, a broad smile, he lower canines easily visible. "It would not be the first time."
"I can handle myself well enough in a fight." He put a hand to the amulet hanging from his thick neck, "But Torm has also graced me with some special abilities to assist us as well." The half orc nervously glances at the magi to gauge Virion's reaction at the profession of his faith.
Luc sits at the table once more as the whole group joins the party. "More mead, my pretty!" he calls to the barmaid. "And bring us some food, my new friends here look in desperate need of nourishment!"Turning back to the table, he looks to Arcrath, "You all look a little worse for wear already; however, if you are up for more adventure, a mission sounds like fun! Do we have any details yet, or are we awaiting those particulars?"
Luc keeps noting the coming and goings of the other patrons in the tavern.
Crispy pats Ary's back, understanding her fatigue. Crispy has been in countless fights, been beat up, broken, slashed, burnt, thrashed, you name it. While so far she's survived this long, it's never fun getting the stuffing pounded out of you. She heard the words of her current teammates, and new teammates, but didn't speak. She wasn't much of a talker when she was trying to recharge the batteries. If it wasn't for Arc and Ary, she'd probably be dead in a place she didn't know, and honestly, felt like she didn't belong.
Virion forces a strained smile at Tobi’s declaration, but chooses not to comment on it. Instead he mumbles a few words, and the perimeter of the table lights up in a shimmering viel of semi transparent white light. A lot of the ambient sounds of the surrounding tables are muffled, and while a few other patrons of the bar give your table looks, nobody makes a fuss about it.
Temmet crinks his neck a few times, and slowly unwraps his head gear. Bandage like cloth and very tinkered looking googles with more buttons and knobs then a boat’s control panel litter the floor, along with a few darts that he had hidden somehow up there. The man’s head is closely buzzed, dark curly hair that hides nasty looking burn marks and scars. It’s a wonder that he has hair at all, making some of you wonder if it’s magic or even fake. Whilst Virion is setting up the privacy wards, Temmet speaks up.
“The four original kids heard a bit about the plan, but we wanted to wait until we had the full party to go into detail. Basically, the homes of the rich and powerful here in Pheros are being broken into to. Family heirlooms and heirs to families are both being stolen, by a group calling themselves the “Unseen Hand.” They’ve given no demands, no mission statements. We don’t know why, who, or even how. The heirs just kind of pop up outside the gates of their families homes days after the fact with no memory past people in dark robes knocking them out. We do know, that if they are placed in situations of considerable stress, weather that be physical, mental, or emotionally stress, they demon out, and turn into powerful monsters with little to no mind and an incredible blood lust. The four kids here supposedly killed two of them, but an... accident with my counterparts time machine made all present lose their memories of the event. Anyways, tommarow there’s a huge ball that most of the prominente memebers of upper society, plus their children, are attending. An anymous tip informed us that the “Hand” is planning on crashing the party tommarow, and we decided to have you six toerags be in the thick of things. Actual planning’s happening tommarow, for now do whatever tickles your pickles, just don’t get too smashed.”
And with that, the dark skinned man leaves the table to go smooze with a familiar table of card playing nobles men that he was fraternizing with before the trip to the police station. Virion takes his unoccupied seat and gives his two cents.
“Your all adults, but you’re still employees for an important government job. Do whatever you want tonight, but I fully expect all of you to be at a hundred percent for sunrise. One night getting smashed is not worth Cherche’s ire. He concludes with an involuntary shiver, and as if the universe heard his declaration, the Pink haired woman walked into eyesight with an unimpressed look at her Master, as if she could tell what he was talking about, despite not actually being able to hear it.
The bar is filled to the brim with interesting characters. The barmaid, am extremely dark skinned anorexic girl with an magical slave collar silently serves your drinks. She’s the only one on the floor, looking like a nervous wreak as she flits from table to table, silently accepting angry drunken shouting from patrons, and slaps on her ass, as if this was just another night. The owner of the bar pays no mind unless the patrons get a little two hands on, and even then it’s just a light warning with no real heat behind it, as he pours an never ending amount of empty cups for his thirsty customers.
"I plan on doing a lot of *********ing." Crispy said to Virion, sarcastically, unashamed. "My favorite part was when Temmet called us 'toerags.'" She snorts to Ary and Arc in amusement.
"Geechhh." Crispy snorts. "I hate getting up early." She chomps down more food and gulps down more drink. "Buth you'reth a thmart goblin, so thaths a gud idea." She says with a mouthful of food.
Ary laughs hearing Crispy's jokes, she looks at Arc and nods her head. "The world needs more goblins like you buddy, let me finish my drink before I go to bed".
Crispy nods professionally, allowing Luc to kiss her hand. The gesture makes her feel a bit awkward, as men usually want to beat her up, and her hands are rough, scarred, and unladylike. "A drink sounds wonderful.." She says, trying to move on past her insecurities. "Nice to meet you." She looks at Ary quickly and rolls her eyes, then winking, trying to lighten the moment.
"I really feel like I could already use a vacation." Crispy jokes, poking your side with her elbow a little too hard, trying to get you to laugh. =P
"I need a good and long rest, but a drink never hurt. Except if you buy the drink at Boba’s".
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
The young, half orc, probably in his early 20's, sits at the table working on his third mug of ale awaiting the rest of the group he was told he would be meeting in the One Eyed Viper. The hue of his skin is closer to mossy or olive green than a forest green, and he has other features indicating possible Valmese qualities, thought he hales from the southern regions of Zofia. He has brown hair pulled back into a shoulder-length pony tail, which leads down to well-groomed mutton chops with a goatee. Hanging from his neck is an amulet displaying a white, right-hand gauntlet; anyone passing behind him will see the same symbol adorned on the shield strapped to his back. Draped over his full chain armor is a tabard of white bordered with hunter green - again the same symbol is embroidered in the middle of his tabard. Clearly he is not ashamed to
From behind his mug, his yellow-green eyes spot Virion, and another that he is unfamiliar with, ushering four individuals towards their table. A lump forms in his throat that he tries to choke down with a gulp of ale knowing the well-placed magi's likely reaction upon discovering his "profession". He stands - and stands tall at easily over 6.5 feet - from the table and tries his best to exude confidence. "Well met, new friends! I am Tobias." He offers a hearty handshake to all, and as Luc has already extended the invitation of food and drink he waits for the others to take a seat before he returns to his.
Crispy smiles at Arys comment and turns her attention to Tobias. “Well met.” She nods and returns the handshake, plunking down in an empty seat.
"Nice to meet you Tobias, I'm going to call you Tobi, hope you don't mind". She also returns the handshake.
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Tobi gives the elf, who seems touched by fey a bit more than other elves he's met, a broad smile, he lower canines easily visible. "It would not be the first time."
As Monolith Walks inside he spots the two new teammates and after the hand-shakes are done he turns to Tobi.
A Half-Orc eh? Well, do you fight as well as your full blood brethren?
"It looks like he does. Both look like pretty good fighters and that's what we need. Why do I feel like something threw me against a wall... Gods".
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"I can handle myself well enough in a fight." He put a hand to the amulet hanging from his thick neck, "But Torm has also graced me with some special abilities to assist us as well." The half orc nervously glances at the magi to gauge Virion's reaction at the profession of his faith.
Luc sits at the table once more as the whole group joins the party. "More mead, my pretty!" he calls to the barmaid. "And bring us some food, my new friends here look in desperate need of nourishment!" Turning back to the table, he looks to Arcrath, "You all look a little worse for wear already; however, if you are up for more adventure, a mission sounds like fun! Do we have any details yet, or are we awaiting those particulars?"
Luc keeps noting the coming and goings of the other patrons in the tavern.
[ Insert Favorite Saying Here ] ... ;-)
Crispy pats Ary's back, understanding her fatigue. Crispy has been in countless fights, been beat up, broken, slashed, burnt, thrashed, you name it. While so far she's survived this long, it's never fun getting the stuffing pounded out of you. She heard the words of her current teammates, and new teammates, but didn't speak. She wasn't much of a talker when she was trying to recharge the batteries. If it wasn't for Arc and Ary, she'd probably be dead in a place she didn't know, and honestly, felt like she didn't belong.
"They said we needed to rest, that's why we're here. I guess they will fill us in tomorrow morning".
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Virion forces a strained smile at Tobi’s declaration, but chooses not to comment on it. Instead he mumbles a few words, and the perimeter of the table lights up in a shimmering viel of semi transparent white light. A lot of the ambient sounds of the surrounding tables are muffled, and while a few other patrons of the bar give your table looks, nobody makes a fuss about it.
Temmet crinks his neck a few times, and slowly unwraps his head gear. Bandage like cloth and very tinkered looking googles with more buttons and knobs then a boat’s control panel litter the floor, along with a few darts that he had hidden somehow up there. The man’s head is closely buzzed, dark curly hair that hides nasty looking burn marks and scars. It’s a wonder that he has hair at all, making some of you wonder if it’s magic or even fake. Whilst Virion is setting up the privacy wards, Temmet speaks up.
“The four original kids heard a bit about the plan, but we wanted to wait until we had the full party to go into detail. Basically, the homes of the rich and powerful here in Pheros are being broken into to. Family heirlooms and heirs to families are both being stolen, by a group calling themselves the “Unseen Hand.” They’ve given no demands, no mission statements. We don’t know why, who, or even how. The heirs just kind of pop up outside the gates of their families homes days after the fact with no memory past people in dark robes knocking them out. We do know, that if they are placed in situations of considerable stress, weather that be physical, mental, or emotionally stress, they demon out, and turn into powerful monsters with little to no mind and an incredible blood lust. The four kids here supposedly killed two of them, but an... accident with my counterparts time machine made all present lose their memories of the event. Anyways, tommarow there’s a huge ball that most of the prominente memebers of upper society, plus their children, are attending. An anymous tip informed us that the “Hand” is planning on crashing the party tommarow, and we decided to have you six toerags be in the thick of things. Actual planning’s happening tommarow, for now do whatever tickles your pickles, just don’t get too smashed.”
And with that, the dark skinned man leaves the table to go smooze with a familiar table of card playing nobles men that he was fraternizing with before the trip to the police station. Virion takes his unoccupied seat and gives his two cents.
“Your all adults, but you’re still employees for an important government job. Do whatever you want tonight, but I fully expect all of you to be at a hundred percent for sunrise. One night getting smashed is not worth Cherche’s ire. He concludes with an involuntary shiver, and as if the universe heard his declaration, the Pink haired woman walked into eyesight with an unimpressed look at her Master, as if she could tell what he was talking about, despite not actually being able to hear it.
The bar is filled to the brim with interesting characters. The barmaid, am extremely dark skinned anorexic girl with an magical slave collar silently serves your drinks. She’s the only one on the floor, looking like a nervous wreak as she flits from table to table, silently accepting angry drunken shouting from patrons, and slaps on her ass, as if this was just another night. The owner of the bar pays no mind unless the patrons get a little two hands on, and even then it’s just a light warning with no real heat behind it, as he pours an never ending amount of empty cups for his thirsty customers.
"I plan on doing a lot of *********ing." Crispy said to Virion, sarcastically, unashamed. "My favorite part was when Temmet called us 'toerags.'" She snorts to Ary and Arc in amusement.
"Yep, you know, demons and shit. No big-wait what? We lost our memories? Uhm well, that explains it".
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"Who were you again?" Crispy turns to Ary, teasing. "Ahh! A goblin! Kill it!" She yells at Arc, laughing.
"Geechhh." Crispy snorts. "I hate getting up early." She chomps down more food and gulps down more drink. "Buth you'reth a thmart goblin, so thaths a gud idea." She says with a mouthful of food.
Ary laughs hearing Crispy's jokes, she looks at Arc and nods her head. "The world needs more goblins like you buddy, let me finish my drink before I go to bed".
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PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"Mhhhhh, you party pooping toerags." Crispy chuckles and takes another swig.