As the Gnome returns Marion speaks up: "We shall have the full treatment sir, might you have hot food? Also please treat us to four rounds of your ale and a jug of water. Thank you" After the Gnome has departed she turns to the Half-Elf keeping her voice down Marion replies: "Let us not be too quick to judge, we know not how long these people have suffered under this plight. We found locals who helped us with caring for the lost souls, but they spoke of rituals their priest must carry out to prevent them from arising once more. This worries me greatly for I sensed the presence of the undead departing after the caravan was attacked."
Ghengis turns away from the construct and stomps to the table, brusing several patrons toes in the process. He elbows his way into a seat next to his companions and garbs the nearest mug of ale, whether under previous ownership or not, and downs it with a satisifed sigh. "Aye, that's some good stuff. Battle is talk for the road. Enjoy yourselves, friends, and let tomorrow come to you. The present is the place with the ale, is what I say." With that the dwarf begins to shove the nearest edibles into his mouth.
Watching as the Dwarf starts tucking into whatever food had been left behind on the table before their own order had even arrived was almost mesmerising and it took a long moment before Marion managed to free her gaze from the spectacle.
Looking up to her companions she realised she did not even know their names. "Friends I must apologise but I have yet to learn your names. I am Marion Sithiche, Knight of the Order of Mystra. It is my pleasure to have met you, if only the circumstances had been less tragic." She says with a formal bow towards them each in turn.
"You can simply call me Bristen" he says "It's a pleasure to be travelling with such fine companions. Though a place not surrounded by undead would have been preferable"
"Indeed, the guards wish to speak with us later and enquire of our business here so hopefully we will find out more of what is going on. I am keen to know of this plight and lend aid where I can. What brings you fellows on this journey?"
Ghengis looks away and does not reply. He covers for his silence by shoving enough bacon to choke a loxodon into his mouth and following it up with a mug of ale.
Be careful little one, I would hate to have to stop you from choking. You might end up with a broken rib or three, Magnus rumbles from his position near the bar.
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Magnus M-019: Warforged Juggernaut Fighter, Level 1
A boot appears to fly from behind and beneath the bar to strike Magnus on the head, to no visible effect. "DON'T SPEAK TO THE CUSTOMERS!" Shouts the same voice, now apparently belonging to an apron-wearing dwarf currently hopping on one foot replace a boot. He has a shockingly vibrant red beard, and wears a lumpy, slightly lopsided yellow hat rather proudly. The gnome from before, along with another waiter similarly dress, soon supply the table with a wide variety of foods. Fresh bread with butter, a hearty vegetable soup, a platter of bacon and roast ham, and three large pitchers of ale, with a smaller decanter of water, all appear on the table within moments. The gnomes similarly rush to replace what Ghengis already snatched from nearby tables, to much jovial ribbing and laughter among the other patrons.
As you all settle in and enjoy the meal, the gnome reappears and stands next to Marion, apparently waiting for something.
"I'm here for adventure, and to pay my dues so to speak, after all what great bard doesn't spend a year or two traveling? I go where the wind takes me and it never disappoints." "What of you? Why are you here?"
A gentle smile crosses her face as she watches the Dwarf contentedly tuck into the veritable feast that has been arrayed before them. Turning to the Gnome she hands him first four silver pieces, then another two. “My compliments to the house, this is quite the spread. Thank you.” She finishes with a gentle bow.
Taking the water and pouring herself a cup she looks to Bristen and says “I am passing through these lands en route to my village. I seek my brother to ask for his tutelage in the arcane arts and advance my own knowledge of the great gift.”
I was cast from the herd when my abilities were discovered. They cost me everything I knew. I wish to master them, make a name for myself and regain the acceptance of my people even if I don't fully rejoin them.
As she was about to reply to Dajur Marion suddenly finds the towering construct apparently known as Magnus joining their conversation. Looking up at him from her seat she isn't quite sure what to make of the huge being. Turning back to Dajur she replies with a sorrowful look on her face: "To be cast from your herd for no fault of your own, I cannot imagine the pain that must have caused. Are the abilities that you refer to the magic I saw you cast as we entered? If so it is nothing to be ashamed of at all! You have been blessed by the gods friend. You have the touch of the gift on you and it should be rejoiced not condemned!".
As she finishes she looks up to Magnus once again and says: "Please join us, Magnus is it? There is always room at the table for another."
"My clan was slaughtered by a marauding yeti pack. But I got one of the bastards before I fell." Ghengis indicates the yeti pelt adorning his shoulder. "I suppose that's what saved my life. When the bloody things fell it buried me under a ton of stinking unwashed fur for hours. When I extricated myself from the thing I found the camp burned to the ground and my clan no more than charred skeletons. " He bites a piece of bacon with grim satisfaction.
Marion
As the Gnome returns Marion speaks up: "We shall have the full treatment sir, might you have hot food? Also please treat us to four rounds of your ale and a jug of water. Thank you" After the Gnome has departed she turns to the Half-Elf keeping her voice down Marion replies: "Let us not be too quick to judge, we know not how long these people have suffered under this plight. We found locals who helped us with caring for the lost souls, but they spoke of rituals their priest must carry out to prevent them from arising once more. This worries me greatly for I sensed the presence of the undead departing after the caravan was attacked."
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Dajur tries to lean back and relax as he waits for the food, but the cavalier acknowledgement of undead as commonplace here...unnerving.
Ghengis turns away from the construct and stomps to the table, brusing several patrons toes in the process. He elbows his way into a seat next to his companions and garbs the nearest mug of ale, whether under previous ownership or not, and downs it with a satisifed sigh. "Aye, that's some good stuff. Battle is talk for the road. Enjoy yourselves, friends, and let tomorrow come to you. The present is the place with the ale, is what I say." With that the dwarf begins to shove the nearest edibles into his mouth.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Marion
Watching as the Dwarf starts tucking into whatever food had been left behind on the table before their own order had even arrived was almost mesmerising and it took a long moment before Marion managed to free her gaze from the spectacle.
Looking up to her companions she realised she did not even know their names. "Friends I must apologise but I have yet to learn your names. I am Marion Sithiche, Knight of the Order of Mystra. It is my pleasure to have met you, if only the circumstances had been less tragic." She says with a formal bow towards them each in turn.
Ghengis grunts a reply. "Ghengis Grimbutcher, and where's that bacon at?"
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Dajur formerly of the blood horde, second son of Derk Iron bender only son of Chief Ju-hun leader of the blood horde.
Bristen
"You can simply call me Bristen" he says "It's a pleasure to be travelling with such fine companions. Though a place not surrounded by undead would have been preferable"
Marion
"Indeed, the guards wish to speak with us later and enquire of our business here so hopefully we will find out more of what is going on. I am keen to know of this plight and lend aid where I can. What brings you fellows on this journey?"
Ghengis looks away and does not reply. He covers for his silence by shoving enough bacon to choke a loxodon into his mouth and following it up with a mug of ale.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Be careful little one, I would hate to have to stop you from choking. You might end up with a broken rib or three, Magnus rumbles from his position near the bar.
Magnus M-019: Warforged Juggernaut Fighter, Level 1
A boot appears to fly from behind and beneath the bar to strike Magnus on the head, to no visible effect. "DON'T SPEAK TO THE CUSTOMERS!" Shouts the same voice, now apparently belonging to an apron-wearing dwarf currently hopping on one foot replace a boot. He has a shockingly vibrant red beard, and wears a lumpy, slightly lopsided yellow hat rather proudly. The gnome from before, along with another waiter similarly dress, soon supply the table with a wide variety of foods. Fresh bread with butter, a hearty vegetable soup, a platter of bacon and roast ham, and three large pitchers of ale, with a smaller decanter of water, all appear on the table within moments. The gnomes similarly rush to replace what Ghengis already snatched from nearby tables, to much jovial ribbing and laughter among the other patrons.
As you all settle in and enjoy the meal, the gnome reappears and stands next to Marion, apparently waiting for something.
Ghengis' eyes widen at the quantity of food presented him, and he wastes no time in tucking in.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Bristen
"I'm here for adventure, and to pay my dues so to speak, after all what great bard doesn't spend a year or two traveling? I go where the wind takes me and it never disappoints." "What of you? Why are you here?"
Marion
A gentle smile crosses her face as she watches the Dwarf contentedly tuck into the veritable feast that has been arrayed before them. Turning to the Gnome she hands him first four silver pieces, then another two. “My compliments to the house, this is quite the spread. Thank you.” She finishes with a gentle bow.
Taking the water and pouring herself a cup she looks to Bristen and says “I am passing through these lands en route to my village. I seek my brother to ask for his tutelage in the arcane arts and advance my own knowledge of the great gift.”
Ghengis pauses, a piece of bacon halfway to his mouth. "Magic, eh? Never had much patience for the stuff. Present company excepted, of course. "
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Dajur
I was cast from the herd when my abilities were discovered. They cost me everything I knew. I wish to master them, make a name for myself and regain the acceptance of my people even if I don't fully rejoin them.
I have no history. According to the innkeeper my core was wiped before I got here; I have only my training and my designation.
Magnus M-019: Warforged Juggernaut Fighter, Level 1
Marion
As she was about to reply to Dajur Marion suddenly finds the towering construct apparently known as Magnus joining their conversation. Looking up at him from her seat she isn't quite sure what to make of the huge being. Turning back to Dajur she replies with a sorrowful look on her face: "To be cast from your herd for no fault of your own, I cannot imagine the pain that must have caused. Are the abilities that you refer to the magic I saw you cast as we entered? If so it is nothing to be ashamed of at all! You have been blessed by the gods friend. You have the touch of the gift on you and it should be rejoiced not condemned!".
As she finishes she looks up to Magnus once again and says: "Please join us, Magnus is it? There is always room at the table for another."
Dajur nods in acknowledgment as tiny droplets of light dance on his fingertips
"My clan was slaughtered by a marauding yeti pack. But I got one of the bastards before I fell." Ghengis indicates the yeti pelt adorning his shoulder. "I suppose that's what saved my life. When the bloody things fell it buried me under a ton of stinking unwashed fur for hours. When I extricated myself from the thing I found the camp burned to the ground and my clan no more than charred skeletons. " He bites a piece of bacon with grim satisfaction.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash