A young looking half-elf silently enters the tavern wearing what looked to be a dark rugged cloak, her blonde hair covering her ears from prying eyes. Her blueish-green eyes which seem to hold a dark past begin to look about for an empty seat.
Spotting a seat near the corner, she headed over to take it quietly and took a seat. Once she was seated she reached inside her cloak and pulled out a traveling size bag and set in on her lap, opening it she pulled out a medium size book and opened it, next was a quill and an unopened ink bottle.
Opening the book, the young half-elf begin to write down her thoughts occasionally looking up now and then as if hearing someone speak to her softly only to shake it off like it was nothing before going back to her writing.
The door open to reveal a hooded figure dressed in travel worn clothes, the hood being pulled back to reveal the an old and weathered human male. His grey hair and beard are both long but well kept despite the worn condition of his clothing. His green eyes scowering the other patrons of the tavern before he makes his way over to the bar, each step careful and measured showing that he has seen years of combat. Strangly enough the most interesting item on his is a silver necklace that has the symbol of one of the forests gods hanging from it. Other then that he carries a well kept scimitar and a well made oaken shield, his calloused hands resting on the hilt.
Without saying a word he pulls out a few silver pieces on the counter of the bar and signals the bartender for a drink, slowly sliding onto the barstool. As he does he grumbles in a strange language (Blasted body... Guess it was good to put my ranger days behind me) as his body seems to creek ever so slightly. While still otherwise remainng silent he will look at the other patrons with guarded eyes that give nothing away.
Arnold, after checking over the kenku, is given a silver piece by the creature as he gets up and returns to Ragella at the bar. She hands the trio of ales to him as he heads off to the orcs, placing them on the table as the lead orc begrudgingly gives him another coin.
"Howdy, stranger." She calls to the latest entrant to the tavern. She looks to the silver pieces. "You after food or drink? We can do both if you're interested."
The elderly human looks back towards the bartender when he realizes that she had spoken to him, his hand moving to rest on the counter. "Just drink, mead if you have any and if not then ale will do just as good. If the coin is enough give me at least three." He told her, the look in his eyes seeming to say that he wanted to drink his memories away.
The man reaches out and takes the copper, slowly placing it back in his coin pouch as he waits for his drinkmto be brought over to him. As he goes backmto looking over the bar, his gaze lingers on the orcs for a while longer then anyone else.
The young half-elf looked up from her book and sees that someone is stand beside her table. Blinking a few times she nods her head, "I'd be glad to take an ale." She uttered softly as she reached into her traveling back and pulled out a small black pouch and opened it to get the gold for the man.
Onyx, sitting alongside the halfling at the bar. starts mumbling to himself about his lost son Emon, and how he was sure he had seen him come into the tavern, but how can an aberration just appear like that, His son had been dead for nearly 40 years and this is the first time he has seen anything like this, his mind racked with the meaning as to why now, why this place. He turns in his stool and takes a look at the others. Each in their own right drawn to this place for some reason or another. perhaps they were all here for the same reason, but for now, he will sit and drink his ale staring blankly at the back wall behind the bar.
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Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
The elderly human who went by the name Emryson Laughingsnow eventually turns away from the orcs, his hand going to the symbol at the end of his necklace as he shakes his head at rhe creaturs that had been his enemies in his days as a scout and then ranger for a mercenary band. Due to his old age he could no konger do what could as a younger man so he had found another way to serve nature by becoming a druid in the last few years. Feels strange being in a place like this... After that battle with those bloody Scarfang orcs I settled myself for serving the wilds until I died.... Guess old memories make old men need a drink....
Ragella looks to Emryson. "Looks like you need to get something off your chest." She says. "Wanna talk about anything?"
Arnold nods to the half-elf. "Well we have quite a selection of ales, going from a simple copper to the price of this." He says, picking up the gold. "Is there any particular type of ale you would prefer? We can supply a menu if you so wish."
The orcs start to chat in their native tongue (orcish) as one begins to laugh at the other.
Emryson takes his mead and starts to drink from it before he turns to Ragella with a shake of his head and downs even more. "I do not think it would make much sesne to talk about the very things I am trying to drink away...." The old ranger turned druid said as he turned to the orcs slightly and listened in a bit, his orcish a bit rusty. "But perhaps it would not be so bad to talk.... Being out in the solitudemof the forest can make one wish for company at times."
"Please, it's part of my job to take the load off of people." Ragella tells Emryson."That or help 'em suppress it with some of the finest drinks money can buy." She gives him a wink as she places the other two meads beside his first one.
"That last part I can drink to..." Emryson says with a bittersweet chuckle as he raises his first mug and downs it in a single gulp that would have made even a dwarf double take. Before he even had the first mug set down he had another in his free hand.
The elf looks up at the gentleman and blinks, "Oh.. Yes please that would be kind." She said in a hushed tone, "I'll take what you can provide." Pulling out a few gold she set it on the table. "Better yet surprise me." She told him with a small nod of her head, her blueish green eyes spoke of untold stories as she looked at him, a sad smile on her face as she placed a hand over her leather bound book firmly.
Arnold takes the gold piece and makes his way over towards the bar, Ragella getting ready to refill Emryson's tankards when asked. He passes the gold piece to her, "House choice on the ale." He tells her as she places it into the coffers before beginning to pour from a smaller barrel further down the bar.
The orcs begin to start singing something in their native tongue, sounding like a fairly aweful din in comparison to the expert bardsongs of Kelryn.
The kenku gets up from its seat and heads over to the elf in the corner. He holds his hand out, several rings held in its hand. "Want tobuy someSHINIES!?" He asks.
Emryson finish his second tankard and sets it down, wiping his bear carefully before reaching for the final. He holds it in his hand but turns his attention to the bard that is playing for the orcs.
Startled by the Kenku as it approached her, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at the person with a confused eyes, "excuse me?" She said as she blinked a few time, turning her gaze to the rings she shook her head and frowned, "I'm going to have to decline for that is not what I seek." Waving her hand to the Kenku as if asking him to leave her be, "find someone who is more than comfortable spending their gold on small things."
The orcs get a bit rowdier in their discordant singing, slamming their hands on the table somewhat in time.
The kenku tilts its head, looking inquisitively back at the elf. He then puts the rings away and pulls out a pearl necklace, holding it up. "Better, or worse?" It asks.
Ragella chuckles. "Guess they're less angry now." She says, looking to the orcs. She then looks to those at the bar. "So then, how about a story from someone? If not I can happily supply one."
Emryson nods as he slowly looks away from the orcs as he tries to let their singing fade into the background of the room. "Not many stories that I want to tell especially to strangers so give me sometime to think of one that I would tell without having to go to unpleasant territory."
Feeling a bit annoyed, the elf turned and looked at the Kenku, "Why are you trying to sell me things which I do not seek." She asked him as she leaned on the table and studied him, "I only seek peace and quiet as of this moment." She gave the Kenku a polite smile and looked back to the window.
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A young looking half-elf silently enters the tavern wearing what looked to be a dark rugged cloak, her blonde hair covering her ears from prying eyes. Her blueish-green eyes which seem to hold a dark past begin to look about for an empty seat.
Spotting a seat near the corner, she headed over to take it quietly and took a seat. Once she was seated she reached inside her cloak and pulled out a traveling size bag and set in on her lap, opening it she pulled out a medium size book and opened it, next was a quill and an unopened ink bottle.
Opening the book, the young half-elf begin to write down her thoughts occasionally looking up now and then as if hearing someone speak to her softly only to shake it off like it was nothing before going back to her writing.
The door open to reveal a hooded figure dressed in travel worn clothes, the hood being pulled back to reveal the an old and weathered human male. His grey hair and beard are both long but well kept despite the worn condition of his clothing. His green eyes scowering the other patrons of the tavern before he makes his way over to the bar, each step careful and measured showing that he has seen years of combat. Strangly enough the most interesting item on his is a silver necklace that has the symbol of one of the forests gods hanging from it. Other then that he carries a well kept scimitar and a well made oaken shield, his calloused hands resting on the hilt.
Without saying a word he pulls out a few silver pieces on the counter of the bar and signals the bartender for a drink, slowly sliding onto the barstool. As he does he grumbles in a strange language (Blasted body... Guess it was good to put my ranger days behind me) as his body seems to creek ever so slightly. While still otherwise remainng silent he will look at the other patrons with guarded eyes that give nothing away.
Main Room
Arnold, after checking over the kenku, is given a silver piece by the creature as he gets up and returns to Ragella at the bar. She hands the trio of ales to him as he heads off to the orcs, placing them on the table as the lead orc begrudgingly gives him another coin.
"Howdy, stranger." She calls to the latest entrant to the tavern. She looks to the silver pieces. "You after food or drink? We can do both if you're interested."
The elderly human looks back towards the bartender when he realizes that she had spoken to him, his hand moving to rest on the counter. "Just drink, mead if you have any and if not then ale will do just as good. If the coin is enough give me at least three." He told her, the look in his eyes seeming to say that he wanted to drink his memories away.
Main Room
Ragella looks to the silver placed out. She takes two, and leaves five copper in change. "The meads, coming up."
Arnold steps up to the half-elf in the corner. "Good day miss, can we get you anything to drink?"
The man reaches out and takes the copper, slowly placing it back in his coin pouch as he waits for his drinkmto be brought over to him. As he goes backmto looking over the bar, his gaze lingers on the orcs for a while longer then anyone else.
The young half-elf looked up from her book and sees that someone is stand beside her table. Blinking a few times she nods her head, "I'd be glad to take an ale." She uttered softly as she reached into her traveling back and pulled out a small black pouch and opened it to get the gold for the man.
Onyx, sitting alongside the halfling at the bar. starts mumbling to himself about his lost son Emon, and how he was sure he had seen him come into the tavern, but how can an aberration just appear like that, His son had been dead for nearly 40 years and this is the first time he has seen anything like this, his mind racked with the meaning as to why now, why this place. He turns in his stool and takes a look at the others. Each in their own right drawn to this place for some reason or another. perhaps they were all here for the same reason, but for now, he will sit and drink his ale staring blankly at the back wall behind the bar.
Killian Greycastle Lv3 - Human Wild Magic Sorcerer - Lost In The Endless Tower, DM Pokepaladdy
Onyx Greyscale Lv3 - Human Ranger - Hanging out at The Rest in the Quest
Fiven - Wood Elf Monk 3 / Rogue 2 - Private Campaign - Seeking a new adventure
Rokas Lv7 - Wood Elf Rogue - D&D Origins @ Local Game Store, Hex & CO, NYC
The elderly human who went by the name Emryson Laughingsnow eventually turns away from the orcs, his hand going to the symbol at the end of his necklace as he shakes his head at rhe creaturs that had been his enemies in his days as a scout and then ranger for a mercenary band. Due to his old age he could no konger do what could as a younger man so he had found another way to serve nature by becoming a druid in the last few years. Feels strange being in a place like this... After that battle with those bloody Scarfang orcs I settled myself for serving the wilds until I died.... Guess old memories make old men need a drink....
Main Hall
Ragella looks to Emryson. "Looks like you need to get something off your chest." She says. "Wanna talk about anything?"
Arnold nods to the half-elf. "Well we have quite a selection of ales, going from a simple copper to the price of this." He says, picking up the gold. "Is there any particular type of ale you would prefer? We can supply a menu if you so wish."
The orcs start to chat in their native tongue (orcish) as one begins to laugh at the other.
Emryson takes his mead and starts to drink from it before he turns to Ragella with a shake of his head and downs even more. "I do not think it would make much sesne to talk about the very things I am trying to drink away...." The old ranger turned druid said as he turned to the orcs slightly and listened in a bit, his orcish a bit rusty. "But perhaps it would not be so bad to talk.... Being out in the solitudemof the forest can make one wish for company at times."
"Please, it's part of my job to take the load off of people." Ragella tells Emryson. "That or help 'em suppress it with some of the finest drinks money can buy." She gives him a wink as she places the other two meads beside his first one.
"That last part I can drink to..." Emryson says with a bittersweet chuckle as he raises his first mug and downs it in a single gulp that would have made even a dwarf double take. Before he even had the first mug set down he had another in his free hand.
The elf looks up at the gentleman and blinks, "Oh.. Yes please that would be kind." She said in a hushed tone, "I'll take what you can provide." Pulling out a few gold she set it on the table. "Better yet surprise me." She told him with a small nod of her head, her blueish green eyes spoke of untold stories as she looked at him, a sad smile on her face as she placed a hand over her leather bound book firmly.
Main Hall
Arnold takes the gold piece and makes his way over towards the bar, Ragella getting ready to refill Emryson's tankards when asked. He passes the gold piece to her, "House choice on the ale." He tells her as she places it into the coffers before beginning to pour from a smaller barrel further down the bar.
The orcs begin to start singing something in their native tongue, sounding like a fairly aweful din in comparison to the expert bardsongs of Kelryn.
The kenku gets up from its seat and heads over to the elf in the corner. He holds his hand out, several rings held in its hand. "Want to buy some SHINIES!?" He asks.
Emryson finish his second tankard and sets it down, wiping his bear carefully before reaching for the final. He holds it in his hand but turns his attention to the bard that is playing for the orcs.
Startled by the Kenku as it approached her, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at the person with a confused eyes, "excuse me?" She said as she blinked a few time, turning her gaze to the rings she shook her head and frowned, "I'm going to have to decline for that is not what I seek." Waving her hand to the Kenku as if asking him to leave her be, "find someone who is more than comfortable spending their gold on small things."
Main Hall
The orcs get a bit rowdier in their discordant singing, slamming their hands on the table somewhat in time.
The kenku tilts its head, looking inquisitively back at the elf. He then puts the rings away and pulls out a pearl necklace, holding it up. "Better, or worse?" It asks.
Ragella chuckles. "Guess they're less angry now." She says, looking to the orcs. She then looks to those at the bar. "So then, how about a story from someone? If not I can happily supply one."
Emryson nods as he slowly looks away from the orcs as he tries to let their singing fade into the background of the room. "Not many stories that I want to tell especially to strangers so give me sometime to think of one that I would tell without having to go to unpleasant territory."
Feeling a bit annoyed, the elf turned and looked at the Kenku, "Why are you trying to sell me things which I do not seek." She asked him as she leaned on the table and studied him, "I only seek peace and quiet as of this moment." She gave the Kenku a polite smile and looked back to the window.