The group begins to meet up in the common room, one by one leaving their shared dorms (just for reference, it's two people per room, but there's a good amount of space for each person to fit their stuff). Upon meeting up, they notice that Etla isn't around, and she didn't come back to claim Belcharion's spot in the rooms.
Crispy smiled weakly at Borgs affection. She wanted to tell her more, tell her everything. The poison inside, eating away at her for her past. Her trying her best to deal with what Hell gave her. She got up and washed her face and got dressed, still shaken with the dream. She had them so often yet each time it was like the first. She went into her pack and swallowed a small pill that immediately cleared up her awful hangover and returned her focus and strength. She waited for Borg to get ready, but didnt mention the dream again.
The group reconvenes at the recruitment office atop the building. Inside they meet Recruitment Officer Barrows, who is a tall human man in a long black suit. "Ah, you are here, excellent." He says, getting up to greet the group personally. "You may have noticed that you are having a trouble keeping members within your group. Last night we received a resignation from your recent member Etla due to personal reasons that I will not divulge here. We will, of course, be upping your numbers back to the standard cell of six, though there may be monitoring going on during your time here to ensure that things are going well and that the guild is not hampering anything or causing unforeseen issues. You are all valued members of the guild and we want to ensure your time with us is an enjoyable one that you will look upon fondly."
(OOC: If our newest member wants to introduce themselves, feel free)
All of the sudden a hafling bursts into the room. ALRIGHT I'M HERE I MADE IT DON'T KICK ME OUT *GGGGGAAAAassssssppppp*
He stands a little taller than 3'6". You notice he's got a shield strapped on his back along with a rapier and dagger in a sheath on either side (rapier on the right, dagger on the left). He isn't wearing any armor, just an ornate cloak with some common clothes hidden underneath. He's got light brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and a few scars on various spots of his body.
When he looks around the room he quickly realizes he must be in the wrong place. Oh, um.... sorry. Who are you guys? I thought I was supposed to meet up with some sort of team...? It's ok really, if I'm in the wrong place I can leave.
Crispy has this very amused look on her face, sizing you up and down. "We're the Avengers, a-doi!?!" She looks around the room at everyone with an annoyed face, as if the information was completely obvious, and the audacity of the question bothered her. "What's your super power?"
"Actually, your timing would be described as impeccable." Officer Barrows says, gesturing for the halfling to enter. "Team Crimson Fang, meet your latest member, Finlan."
After hearing the officer, Finlan's face lights up, Oh good! I was worried I wasn't going to make it. You see, it's hard to be fast when you've got legs as short as mine...
The group reconvenes at the recruitment office atop the building. Inside they meet Recruitment Officer Barrows, who is a tall human man in a long black suit. "Ah, you are here, excellent." He says, getting up to greet the group personally. "You may have noticed that you are having a trouble keeping members within your group. Last night we received a resignation from your recent member Etla due to personal reasons that I will not divulge here. We will, of course, be upping your numbers back to the standard cell of six, though there may be monitoring going on during your time here to ensure that things are going well and that the guild is not hampering anything or causing unforeseen issues. You are all valued members of the guild and we want to ensure your time with us is an enjoyable one that you will look upon fondly."
(OOC: If our newest member wants to introduce themselves, feel free)
Friedrych cocks an eyebrow at the statement. 'Big Brother will be watching us. Duly noted.'
'Fun is mandatory! All people found not having fun will be solemnly shoved into their happy place until fun recommences.' 'What are you, the thought police?' 'Are you not having fun?' 'Moving on...'
"Actually, your timing would be described as impeccable." Officer Barrows says, gesturing for the halfling to enter. "Team Crimson Fang, meet your latest member, Finlan."
'Another new member?'Friedrych asks with an incredulous voice. 'I'm starting to think there might be something to this whole "cursed team" idea.' A smile appears on his face. 'And I was just getting used to being the new guy too.'
He steps towards the Halfling with his hand out. 'Sup, little man?' Friedrych grins as he awaits the handshake. 'I am known by many names but let's go with Friedrych for now.'
Another halfling steps forward. This one is shorter than Finlan and much older. He bows low toward the younger halfling. "Greetings. My name is Akaas Fordus. Welcome to the Crimson Fang."
Thank you sir. Although, do you guys have two names? Crispy said you were also called the Avengers.... Finlan inquires respectively.
Thinking to himself Finlan wonders how a hafling ended up with the name Akaas Fordus. It's certainly not a very hafling-like name, at least from where he's from...
She looks at Borg, winks, and folds her arms in her chair. "Hehe, i'm just messing with you again. You're going to fit in jussssst fine." She then looks at Borg again, and give her a very worried face.
(If you want, we could move this into the mess hall on the group thread, so both groups can chat about their first full day as adventurers in The Seven Saints)
(Getting the group together for convenience)
The group begins to meet up in the common room, one by one leaving their shared dorms (just for reference, it's two people per room, but there's a good amount of space for each person to fit their stuff). Upon meeting up, they notice that Etla isn't around, and she didn't come back to claim Belcharion's spot in the rooms.
Crispy smiled weakly at Borgs affection. She wanted to tell her more, tell her everything. The poison inside, eating away at her for her past. Her trying her best to deal with what Hell gave her. She got up and washed her face and got dressed, still shaken with the dream. She had them so often yet each time it was like the first. She went into her pack and swallowed a small pill that immediately cleared up her awful hangover and returned her focus and strength. She waited for Borg to get ready, but didnt mention the dream again.
The group reconvenes at the recruitment office atop the building. Inside they meet Recruitment Officer Barrows, who is a tall human man in a long black suit. "Ah, you are here, excellent." He says, getting up to greet the group personally. "You may have noticed that you are having a trouble keeping members within your group. Last night we received a resignation from your recent member Etla due to personal reasons that I will not divulge here. We will, of course, be upping your numbers back to the standard cell of six, though there may be monitoring going on during your time here to ensure that things are going well and that the guild is not hampering anything or causing unforeseen issues. You are all valued members of the guild and we want to ensure your time with us is an enjoyable one that you will look upon fondly."
(OOC: If our newest member wants to introduce themselves, feel free)
All of the sudden a hafling bursts into the room. ALRIGHT I'M HERE I MADE IT DON'T KICK ME OUT *GGGGGAAAAassssssppppp*
He stands a little taller than 3'6". You notice he's got a shield strapped on his back along with a rapier and dagger in a sheath on either side (rapier on the right, dagger on the left). He isn't wearing any armor, just an ornate cloak with some common clothes hidden underneath. He's got light brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and a few scars on various spots of his body.
When he looks around the room he quickly realizes he must be in the wrong place. Oh, um.... sorry. Who are you guys? I thought I was supposed to meet up with some sort of team...? It's ok really, if I'm in the wrong place I can leave.
He slowly begins to back peddle out of the room.
Crispy has this very amused look on her face, sizing you up and down. "We're the Avengers, a-doi!?!" She looks around the room at everyone with an annoyed face, as if the information was completely obvious, and the audacity of the question bothered her. "What's your super power?"
"Actually, your timing would be described as impeccable." Officer Barrows says, gesturing for the halfling to enter. "Team Crimson Fang, meet your latest member, Finlan."
Um, uh... super power? he looks at you confused.
I don't have any super powers....
After hearing the officer, Finlan's face lights up, Oh good! I was worried I wasn't going to make it. You see, it's hard to be fast when you've got legs as short as mine...
"Hey, Finlan, I'm Crispy." She extends her hand, giving you a professional nod.
Nice to meet you! He replies accepting your shake.
Friedrych cocks an eyebrow at the statement. 'Big Brother will be watching us. Duly noted.'
'Fun is mandatory! All people found not having fun will be solemnly shoved into their happy place until fun recommences.'
'What are you, the thought police?'
'Are you not having fun?'
'Moving on...'
'Another new member?' Friedrych asks with an incredulous voice. 'I'm starting to think there might be something to this whole "cursed team" idea.' A smile appears on his face. 'And I was just getting used to being the new guy too.'
He steps towards the Halfling with his hand out. 'Sup, little man?' Friedrych grins as he awaits the handshake. 'I am known by many names but let's go with Friedrych for now.'
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Hello Finlan responds, being sure to politely shake Friedrych's hand as well.
Another halfling steps forward. This one is shorter than Finlan and much older. He bows low toward the younger halfling. "Greetings. My name is Akaas Fordus. Welcome to the Crimson Fang."
Thank you sir. Although, do you guys have two names? Crispy said you were also called the Avengers.... Finlan inquires respectively.
Thinking to himself Finlan wonders how a hafling ended up with the name Akaas Fordus. It's certainly not a very hafling-like name, at least from where he's from...
"HAH!" She snorts. "Got eem. Nah, that was just a joke. Kind of a catchy name though, huh?"
Oh, yeah I guess... Finlan replies awkwardly.
So what exactly are we doing here? Finlan asks the group.
"Pizza party." She says without missing a beat. "Man, am I starved. You're just in time! Do you like olives or anchovies?"
Pizza? I like food, does that count? the hafling replies, obviously getting more and more confused as Crispy continues to talk.
She looks at Borg, winks, and folds her arms in her chair. "Hehe, i'm just messing with you again. You're going to fit in jussssst fine." She then looks at Borg again, and give her a very worried face.
(If you want, we could move this into the mess hall on the group thread, so both groups can chat about their first full day as adventurers in The Seven Saints)
Sure why not, i’d say hello.