"Sounds good," the faerie replies. "We've the ingredients, lucky for you! And...without further ado..." Faeries are certainly known for their dramatism, a trait developed from millenia of life. "...your livermush!" As she leaves to take the order, she smiles at Momo once more.
The livermush -- liver sliced and diced, as a sausage is, but richer and deeper --- the spices blending with the umami of the meat to create a perfect taste on not only the first bite -- but the second and third as well. Although it's a dish native to your region, and you'd tell your mother otherwise if she asked, you've never had better.
(OOC: Just bolding names so I remember them)
Momo
In a low voice..."Mmmmh very good."
Looking at the bugbear,
"Good choice I made, hope you like as well....I'm Momo by the way."
Kassity takes a seat on the bench not too close to other folk, don't want to make them uncomfortable, then orders two plates of eggs, bread and bacon.
"So what do you do? I usually try to show people the way while trying to hide that fact that I'm lost too," she laughs.
The dragonborn accepts the plate and sits in front of the Kassity. He chuckles slightly to he joke before answering. -"I study dragons, silver dragons to be specific. Fitting, right?- says while gesturing his body with a smile.
-What about you? If you don't mind me asking?- questions the man while trying to be as respectful as possible.
Faldres nods and heads to the back and grabs the anvil. Before walking back to the front, he notices the pile of weapons. As he gets back to Dors, he asks, "So I seen the pile of weapons. What upgrades are they wanting exactly?"
Momo is enjoying the breakfast. As he is alone, in the solitude he is wondering if he should get a room to enjoy tomorrow breakfast? After all, there is no rush to go no where in particular. He doesn't have any place to be.
Momo is enjoying the breakfast. As he is alone, in the solitude he is wondering if he should get a room to enjoy tomorrow breakfast? After all, there is no rush to go no where in particular. He doesn't have any place to be.
We're sitting by you, you're not by yourself =)
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
OOC - Sorry I thought I grabbed a table by myself. Probably not the last time I make a mistake on positioning.
Let me change, the thought: Momo is enjoying the breakfast. His mind wanders as he enjoys the taste. Wondering if he should get a room to enjoy tomorrow breakfast? After all, there is no rush to go no where in particular. He doesn't have any place to be.
(OOC: Sorry, all! I'm back --- weekends are tough for me)
Momo, you calmly, patiently inhale your meal, reminiscing upon times long gone and times to come. Should I stay another night? you wonder. Enjoy some more faerie hospitality? You haven't made a decision yet, but the idea sounds pretty good to you.
Dors turns back to Faldres, still hammering away, sparks flying as he pounds upon another blade. "Just the works...you know." He gestures offhandedly at the weapon he's sharpening, his burnt, calloused hands completing the picture of hard work. "All sharpened, remove the rust. Something that they can easily pay for, but that'll make a noticeable difference."
Kassity, Godfrey --- your breakfast comes shortly, two steaming plates of breakfast enticing your appetite. The food is delicious, and you chat offhandedly as you eat, learning a bit more about each other.
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Dors turns back to Faldres, still hammering away, sparks flying as he pounds upon another blade. "Just the works...you know." He gestures offhandedly at the weapon he's sharpening, his burnt, calloused hands completing the picture of hard work. "All sharpened, remove the rust. Something that they can easily pay for, but that'll make a noticeable difference."
Faldres grabs a couple of swords and places them next to his anvil and starts working. Every now and then he stops to check the swords to make sure that they are coming out correctly. After a while, he looks at Dors, "Hey Dors, do you ever think I will get out of here? You know, like go on an adventure?"
"An adventure?" Dors replies, chuckling. "Adventures are certainly new to me - I've always lived in this town." His tone softens as he speaks, stopping his work and looking up at you.
He drops his tools on the anvil and comes over, putting a hand on your shoulders. "People will always say what they want to say," he tells you, his ragged, rugged voice giving him the sensation of a seasoned individual. "Don't let them get to you. And you'll never find an adventure of your own if you don't go looking for one."
"You're too good for this place, Fal. Find your adventure."
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Faldres looks at him, "Are you sure? Can you handle the shop on your own? I mean you have been an amazing teacher and friend."
"I've held this place together for fifty years, son," he replies. "I'm sure I can hold it up a few more."
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(OOC: Sorry, all! I'm back --- weekends are tough for me)
Momo, you calmly, patiently inhale your meal, reminiscing upon times long gone and times to come. Should I stay another night? you wonder. Enjoy some more faerie hospitality? You haven't made a decision yet, but the idea sounds pretty good to you.
Dors turns back to Faldres, still hammering away, sparks flying as he pounds upon another blade. "Just the works...you know." He gestures offhandedly at the weapon he's sharpening, his burnt, calloused hands completing the picture of hard work. "All sharpened, remove the rust. Something that they can easily pay for, but that'll make a noticeable difference."
Kassity, Godfrey --- your breakfast comes shortly, two steaming plates of breakfast enticing your appetite. The food is delicious, and you chat offhandedly as you eat, learning a bit more about each other.
OOC - Not sure what else to say so I repeated an "interrupted" meal quote from an old movie. Funny thing I ended up seeing a movie that actually gave/said the off camera joke. I think the movie was from the 30s.
(OOC: Sorry, all! I'm back --- weekends are tough for me)
Momo, you calmly, patiently inhale your meal, reminiscing upon times long gone and times to come. Should I stay another night? you wonder. Enjoy some more faerie hospitality? You haven't made a decision yet, but the idea sounds pretty good to you.
Dors turns back to Faldres, still hammering away, sparks flying as he pounds upon another blade. "Just the works...you know." He gestures offhandedly at the weapon he's sharpening, his burnt, calloused hands completing the picture of hard work. "All sharpened, remove the rust. Something that they can easily pay for, but that'll make a noticeable difference."
Kassity, Godfrey --- your breakfast comes shortly, two steaming plates of breakfast enticing your appetite. The food is delicious, and you chat offhandedly as you eat, learning a bit more about each other.
OOC - Not sure what else to say so I repeated an "interrupted" meal quote from an old movie. Funny thing I ended up seeing a movie that actually gave/said the off camera joke. I think the movie was from the 30s.
(OOC: Ok...)
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-Oh!... Ok.- responds somewhat confused since he wasn't expecting to be invited to eat with someone who he hasn't met before.
-Bacon sounds good right now.- adds while walkind down the stair behind Kassity.
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Momo
In a low voice..."Mmmmh very good."
Looking at the bugbear,
"Good choice I made, hope you like as well....I'm Momo by the way."
Kassity takes a seat on the bench not too close to other folk, don't want to make them uncomfortable, then orders two plates of eggs, bread and bacon.
"So what do you do? I usually try to show people the way while trying to hide that fact that I'm lost too," she laughs.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
The dragonborn accepts the plate and sits in front of the Kassity. He chuckles slightly to he joke before answering. -"I study dragons, silver dragons to be specific. Fitting, right?- says while gesturing his body with a smile.
-What about you? If you don't mind me asking?- questions the man while trying to be as respectful as possible.
Goliath monk Khaddim, High elf ranger Frekor, Dragonborn sorcerer Godfrey, Goliath blood hunter Albus, High elf druid Charis, Human rogue Garrett
Faldres nods and heads to the back and grabs the anvil. Before walking back to the front, he notices the pile of weapons. As he gets back to Dors, he asks, "So I seen the pile of weapons. What upgrades are they wanting exactly?"
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Momo is enjoying the breakfast. As he is alone, in the solitude he is wondering if he should get a room to enjoy tomorrow breakfast? After all, there is no rush to go no where in particular. He doesn't have any place to be.
"Yeah, it was very tasty. Thanks for suggestion, Momo. And I'm Brink"
"Pleasure to meet you Brink.
We're sitting by you, you're not by yourself =)
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
OOC - Sorry I thought I grabbed a table by myself. Probably not the last time I make a mistake on positioning.
Let me change, the thought: Momo is enjoying the breakfast. His mind wanders as he enjoys the taste. Wondering if he should get a room to enjoy tomorrow breakfast? After all, there is no rush to go no where in particular. He doesn't have any place to be.
(OOC: Sorry, all! I'm back --- weekends are tough for me)
Momo, you calmly, patiently inhale your meal, reminiscing upon times long gone and times to come. Should I stay another night? you wonder. Enjoy some more faerie hospitality? You haven't made a decision yet, but the idea sounds pretty good to you.
Dors turns back to Faldres, still hammering away, sparks flying as he pounds upon another blade. "Just the works...you know." He gestures offhandedly at the weapon he's sharpening, his burnt, calloused hands completing the picture of hard work. "All sharpened, remove the rust. Something that they can easily pay for, but that'll make a noticeable difference."
Kassity, Godfrey --- your breakfast comes shortly, two steaming plates of breakfast enticing your appetite. The food is delicious, and you chat offhandedly as you eat, learning a bit more about each other.
(OOC: Feel free to RP here) Campaign Link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/campaigns/join/71975773186856337)
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Faldres grabs a couple of swords and places them next to his anvil and starts working. Every now and then he stops to check the swords to make sure that they are coming out correctly. After a while, he looks at Dors, "Hey Dors, do you ever think I will get out of here? You know, like go on an adventure?"
"An adventure?" Dors replies, chuckling. "Adventures are certainly new to me - I've always lived in this town." His tone softens as he speaks, stopping his work and looking up at you.
He drops his tools on the anvil and comes over, putting a hand on your shoulders. "People will always say what they want to say," he tells you, his ragged, rugged voice giving him the sensation of a seasoned individual. "Don't let them get to you. And you'll never find an adventure of your own if you don't go looking for one."
"You're too good for this place, Fal. Find your adventure."
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The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
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you’re all really cool – know that please
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Faldres looks at him, "Are you sure? Can you handle the shop on your own? I mean you have been an amazing teacher and friend."
"I've held this place together for fifty years, son," he replies. "I'm sure I can hold it up a few more."
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The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
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you’re all really cool – know that please
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Faldres gives Dors a hug. "Thank you Dors. For everything." Grabs his stuff and heads out to the tavern in Lyrey
"...and then she stepped on the ball. Ha haha"
OOC - Not sure what else to say so I repeated an "interrupted" meal quote from an old movie. Funny thing I ended up seeing a movie that actually gave/said the off camera joke. I think the movie was from the 30s.
(OOC: Ok...)
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
eat RP run repeat
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!