Pulling off her hood - Tamara reveals her full on visuals, as the cloak slides off to reveal her more and not look so shady.
Tamara is a lithe average height woman with tanned smooth skin, chocolate eyes and black sleek hair which is neatly pulled up into a ponytail. A chic and almost cocky posture, her half grin befits her outgoing nature, a set of nimble armor covering her body. From her clavicles down to her waist her armor is made out of black leather cords and paddings with cloth lining her vitals, offering her more protection where it truly mattered yet staying flexible.
Lining the top of that torso, is a soft white fur lining which keeps the armor in check, snuggly pressing against her to make her slimmer than intended before soon transitioning into a lighter shade of the dark grey armor for her shoulder pads. Arms were simple and not too overly protected, padded cloth down to her elbows with leather gloves meant for more "finesse" like work. Her bottom half is consisted of a large and wide brown belt with an iron buckle at the center, and tanned dark pants following her form nicely down to her sleek combat boots.
For accesories, she carries black bracelets with some decor and flower patterns as well as a short cape with a hood that goes down to her knees. And of course - her pride - her goggles which sit atop her head, protecting her from rain and all manner of other liquids which would try to get in her eyes.
On her left hip, sits a simple rapier with an iron guard, dark green leather wrappings for the handle with a neat brass pommel. a single backpack is visible on her back but just barely, seemingly her only real pack for travelling and... it looks very light, as if she had nothing else or real worth inside of it. Didn't even look packed.
Seeing the small figure and the armored man, she hesitated for a moment... before she immediately made her way to the hearthfire - rubbing her hands as she sits infront of it and begins warming herself up with the heat, shivering a little bit as Tamara was quite drenched and soaked from the rain. Rubbing her hands together, putting them in her elbows and blowing on them - she did everything she could to keep her hands warm and not grow stiff.
Komoi seems to notice the fireplace for the first time. He immediately abandons the table in favor of marching across the common room to stand off to the side. He's mindful of the woman's space, but tries to push the boundary just a little bit. The fire was such a nice relief. He was beginning to worry his costume would never dry on its own and the water was really heavy trapped in the plush material. He scoots in a little closer to the woman, grey-green hands held out towards the flickering flames.
"Hi. I'm drying off. It's storming outside." He says to the woman, his large mouth cracking into a sharp, toothy smile.
The flashback hits him like a giant fist in the guts. He struggles against the possibility of simply let himself drown by this damned tempest, but he knows that at least he has a mission that could save his soul, or damned it til the eternity. At the end, his steps drive him in town. His limbs ask for food and rest, so he climbs to the town towards the nearest tavern. While going through this partially destroyed town, Artos takes a moment to wonder if the buildings were damaged by some plunders or it is just the time to devour them and the residents simply move away in another house.
When he enters the common room, the sight of the young couple cause him an heartbreak and he stops breath for a while, while luckily the roaring words of the bartender wakes him.
He slowly approach the bench, pouch ready, noticing the strange humanoid customer.
Artos words are flat "Dear madame, meals...and a room for two days to start, I will pay in advance" he follows the goblin's march, staring at him while he tooks a seat. He will take an ale at the bench and then add "Let me bring the food at that table" nodding towards the little humanoids.
Artos moves towards him.."May I take a spot at your table?" he ask gently
Warren takes a breather, taking a seat at one of the nearby tables. Though the conditios were... Less than desirable, the tavern was definitely a respite from the storm. His helm was cold to the touch as he removed it, but at least he was shielded from a lot of the rain by it, despite the constant pitter-patter of the rain falling against it driving him bonkers. He looked up across the table to see a recent face. The goblin from earlier. The young man looked about at the other faces that populated the inn, and to his surprise, nobody paid any mind. He stared into space dumbfounded. Did the world change in such a way that these usually malevolent denizens have moved on from their evildoing? His thoughts come back to reality (or some semblance of it) as he turns to greet the small yet adorable fellow with an extended hand.
"Hello, I hope I'm not intruding. My name is Warren."
Hopefully this world is not as dark as he was told it was. His smile turns to a grimace of embarassment as his head hangs low and his hand retracts. He spent too much time upstairs to know what was going on.
Looking over towards the small being, she furrows her brow in a sort of 'uuuuuh' expression, looking him up and down as she sees the odd, yet increadibly cute in her eyes, costume. The chocolate brown eyes stare into his red ones and she raises an eyebrow as her legs pull the knees up to her her chest and rubs her hands.
"I can see that, yes. You are not like many others around here, or overall in these towns. Who are you?"
The goblin puffs out his small chest as his hood flops about on his bulbous head. He draws in a breath before proclaiming in a boastful voice. "I am Kumoi!" His stuffed tail flops about as he takes a seat by the fireplace, grinning proudly. "I just arrived to this town, not long ago. The people here don't seem very lively. Bad bad tidings." He nods slowly, his words emphasized by the flopping hood.
Tamara and Komoi take their seats in the lounge by the fireplace. Artos, spotting the two at the lounge by the fireplace, comes over and asks if he can sit with them there. Warren, seeing Komoi, comes over to the lounge as well and speaks to the goblin.
Komoi and Tamara are both sitting at the lounge next to the fireplace, not a table.
Okay, Warren. It was just one mistake. No problem. You can make friends. Like that old rambler a few weeks back who was happy I would listen to him... For 2 hours... Nonstop. Okay, here we go.
Warren retreated from his thoughts as he noticed many others had walked in as his mind was reeling. Well... To be honest, they were a few. But hey, more oppurtunities right? His mind was set on the goblin for the time being. He approached the fireplace and took a knee next to the goblin. Wow. He had the right idea. This is quite toasty, even more so with his armor on. After taking a moment to enjoy the heat, he joins in the conversation.
The goblin seems to realize he was being spoken to and turns to look up at the man suddenly closer to him. "Oh. Hello! The fireplace is public. Go ahead." He gives a little bow and moves to make more room, his costume finally starting to dry out thanks to the pleasant warmth. "I am Komoi!" He repeats for the benefit of the man in armor, puffing out his chest once more.
"Bad tidings indeed. I saw that damages upon the buildings as I came here. Seemed like battles and skirmishes are quite... well, common here." She nods toward the man sitting down, smiling charmingly as well towards Warren. Taking off the goggles on her forehead and beginning to clean them as she speaks to the both of them.
"Not at all, please join us. I am Tamara - a pleasure to meet the both of you."
Tamara also turns to Artos with a smile, nodding towards him and patting beside her with one hand before the gloved hands return to cleaning her goggles.
"Go ahead, we all could use a little warmth tonight, I think. Quite dreaful weather we are having."
"Tamara. Komoi. Both are very nice names, indeed."
He shakes their hands or not depending on their response. He looks at the group starting to form up around them. Helm in the crook of his arm, he gives a warming smile to everyone there. He feels like giving them all a hug, but thinks better of it for two reasons. One, he's still sopping wet. And two, it's against proper etiquette to touch (let alone attack or hug) without provocation or permission. He settles for a smile now.
"To be honest, you're the most content group I've come to meet in a while."
He leans back on the seat, hands behind his head in relaxation. He turns his head to the newcomer (Artos) and gives the following response.
"Like the dragon garbed fellow said, fireplace is public. Feel free to have a seat, kind sir. Although... We've yet to catch your name."
Actually, that costumed goblin and his cheerfulness, tear up a smile on Artos's face, something he thought to have forgotten.
The armored man seems unexpectedly jovial and the woman, sure she stand out from the others.
"I am Artos, Artos Krit, nice to meet you, I guess all of you just arrived" and he nods at their wept clothes and stuff. He answers to Tamara "Nice evening to get warmth near the fire, dreadful night for a ruined place, I also notice, as you all I suppose that this town seems to be raided recently"
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Arriving at the fork in the road, Orryn proceeds with caution to the west. He remembers the words of the kind Merchant, and how he spoke so fondly of his daughter.
"Could this be the Hamlet of Lindley?" He thinks to himself.
He keeps a steady but cautious pace, trying to stay ahead of the storm while there is at least a slight break. As he approaches and sees the gashes in the buildings, he slows his pace and examines the scene. Orryn immediately looks for the closest inhabited building, in hopes that they will grant him shelter to wait out the storm.
Orryn uses his Father's Inspiration to examine the gashes in the buildings as he approaches. He can't help but to think, if there was something here that could slash a building of stone and wood, what then could it do to a Gnome of flesh and blood.
The damaged buildings intrigue her, something deep in her soul is calling out, urging her to dig deeper and uncover the mystery of what happened in this place. An echo of her past; at least she still had that, the burning desire to seek knowledge, secrets. Following her instincts, she makes her way along the Western path, resisting the almost existential urge to start investigating the houses more closely. I'm not as strong as I used to be. I shouldn't be here when whatever caused these marks returns. She makes her way toward the most welcoming-looking public building/inn she can find, wearing her weariness on her face. Worst-case scenario, she seeks shelter from the storm in one of the ruined buildings; whichever one looks the sturdiest and provides the best shelter from the storm.
Moved most of this from my last response, as I was under the impression in it that I had already arrived at the town...
The two push up the western path, unintentionally following each other about 60 feet apart with the elf in the front.
Orryn takes a moment to investigate the scratches on the buildings. The delay puts the elf further ahead of him, but not by much.
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Player Log [6/28/17] chaiblazter (Orryn): -1 Inspiration: Father's Wisdom
It's quite a small town, so it's not long before they comes across a decent-sized building, well-built for this part of town. Thick, stone foundations lead up to solid wood walls reinforced with metal. All the windows have metal bars overlaying ontop of them, preventing access inside even if the windows were shattered. The same scratches and marks on the other houses are occasionally scattered on this one.
When they step inside, the common room is decently compact, with just enough room for booths, a bar, and a small but clean lounge next to the fireplace. The lounge has two chairs, a coffee table, and a modest looking couch.
The tavern is lightly populated. A teenage couple, a boy and a girl, is in one of the back booths. They're making out passionately with one another. Three dwarves sit at the bar, cups of ale in their hands and murmuring solemnly between themselves. An older man in drab-green clothes is also sitting in a booth, a cup of tea sitting in-front of him. He seems to be figiting with something in his lap, but it's out of sight at the moment.
The bartender stands at the front, a large woman with a big mole on the right side of her chin and rolls of fat protruding from her neck. Her frizzy black hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and her eyes seem to be narrowed in perpetual anger or frustration.
There also seems to be a handful of people gathered over by the lounge.An odd, short creature with grey skin and crimson eyes sits by the fireplace, drying the odd, dragon costume he was wearing. The creature sits next a lithe, but decently tall woman, with tanned smooth skin, chocolate eyes and black sleek hair pulled up into a ponytail.An rather armored man sits nearby in a chair, his armor gleaming in the torchlight like a mirror.A man with fiery red hair stands above them wearing a wolf cloak and a bracelet made of colors of the sea.
A set of stairs leads upstairs to what likely are the rooms.
The party can now all interact with one another.
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Orryn emerges through the doorway of the tavern, wet and cold. He has become deeply fascinated by the gashes on the buildings, and immediately took note of the barred windows. The warmth of the fire pulls him in and he is unable to resist its thrall. His feet leave tiny wet footprints, in a trail from the door straight to the fireplace. He stands as close as he can to the fire, without bumping into anyone, or burning his eccentric hat. As he pulls out his wet equipment to let it dry in the warmth, he notices the others, also basking in the warmth of the fire.
"You know, if I hadn't have been so scared for my life, that might have been exciting. Is it safe to assume that you all fell victim to that blustery gale too? Those winds almost carried me away, I swear it. How did you all fare?" His voice is youthful, and jolly, but in a strange way sounds mature. Almost the way a child's voice sounds after they've thrown a royal tantrum; hoarse, yet still somehow small.
A nod is the answer to Artos at his remark of the town being raided, her gaze growing distant as Tamara looks into the fire and rubs her hands together to warm them after having cleaned the goggles from the rain. "Yes - I noticed. Professional killers too, not rabble or thugs either. Those strikes were aimed to kill. Neck height or so on an average man, kill efficiently... If I had to assume, it was not just a simple raiding party... it was a reminder to the people here about something."
She looks over to the newcomer with a small smile and tilts her head, snickering a little at his speech as she found it slightly amusing.
"I fared well, thank you. A bit of a sprint to get here, didn't enjoy the rain too much. You look to have survived the strong gales too by the looks of it."
"Well, I made it, if barely by the skin of my teethe."
After fully unloading the soggy items from his pack and spreading them out as evenly as possible by the fire, he turns to properly introduce himself. Right as he opens his mouth to give a cordial introduction, his voice gets caught in his throat, as he locks eyes with a form that is comparable in size to himself, standing merely inches away, with gray skin with glowing crimson eyes and big floppy ears. He freezes in place and in a hushed tone, through gritted teethe says;
"Please, no one be alarmed, and don't make any rapid movements... I believe that we have a goblin in our midst... They can't see you if you move slowly... At least I think that's right... By the magic nuggets of Glittergold himself, I have only heard of these creatures in my fathers tales."
Orryn remains completely frozen in place, darting his eyes around the room frantically searching for someone to formulate a plan.
The goblin turns curiously at the halfling before him, bright eyes looking him up and down. He slowly reaches out with a clawed hand to wave in front of the man's face.
"He stopped moving. Why'd you stop moving? Are you breathing? You should breathe. It's bad for your health if you don't breathe."
Komoi tilts his head side to side, the hood flopping about to emphasize the movements as the goblin tries to understand the behavior. He reaches out once more to tap a finger against the man's nose.
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Pulling off her hood - Tamara reveals her full on visuals, as the cloak slides off to reveal her more and not look so shady.
Tamara is a lithe average height woman with tanned smooth skin, chocolate eyes and black sleek hair which is neatly pulled up into a ponytail. A chic and almost cocky posture, her half grin befits her outgoing nature, a set of nimble armor covering her body. From her clavicles down to her waist her armor is made out of black leather cords and paddings with cloth lining her vitals, offering her more protection where it truly mattered yet staying flexible.
Lining the top of that torso, is a soft white fur lining which keeps the armor in check, snuggly pressing against her to make her slimmer than intended before soon transitioning into a lighter shade of the dark grey armor for her shoulder pads. Arms were simple and not too overly protected, padded cloth down to her elbows with leather gloves meant for more "finesse" like work. Her bottom half is consisted of a large and wide brown belt with an iron buckle at the center, and tanned dark pants following her form nicely down to her sleek combat boots.
For accesories, she carries black bracelets with some decor and flower patterns as well as a short cape with a hood that goes down to her knees. And of course - her pride - her goggles which sit atop her head, protecting her from rain and all manner of other liquids which would try to get in her eyes.
On her left hip, sits a simple rapier with an iron guard, dark green leather wrappings for the handle with a neat brass pommel. a single backpack is visible on her back but just barely, seemingly her only real pack for travelling and... it looks very light, as if she had nothing else or real worth inside of it. Didn't even look packed.
Seeing the small figure and the armored man, she hesitated for a moment... before she immediately made her way to the hearthfire - rubbing her hands as she sits infront of it and begins warming herself up with the heat, shivering a little bit as Tamara was quite drenched and soaked from the rain. Rubbing her hands together, putting them in her elbows and blowing on them - she did everything she could to keep her hands warm and not grow stiff.
Komoi seems to notice the fireplace for the first time. He immediately abandons the table in favor of marching across the common room to stand off to the side. He's mindful of the woman's space, but tries to push the boundary just a little bit. The fire was such a nice relief. He was beginning to worry his costume would never dry on its own and the water was really heavy trapped in the plush material. He scoots in a little closer to the woman, grey-green hands held out towards the flickering flames.
"Hi. I'm drying off. It's storming outside." He says to the woman, his large mouth cracking into a sharp, toothy smile.
The flashback hits him like a giant fist in the guts. He struggles against the possibility of simply let himself drown by this damned tempest, but he knows that at least he has a mission that could save his soul, or damned it til the eternity. At the end, his steps drive him in town. His limbs ask for food and rest, so he climbs to the town towards the nearest tavern. While going through this partially destroyed town, Artos takes a moment to wonder if the buildings were damaged by some plunders or it is just the time to devour them and the residents simply move away in another house.
When he enters the common room, the sight of the young couple cause him an heartbreak and he stops breath for a while, while luckily the roaring words of the bartender wakes him.
He slowly approach the bench, pouch ready, noticing the strange humanoid customer.
Artos words are flat "Dear madame, meals...and a room for two days to start, I will pay in advance" he follows the goblin's march, staring at him while he tooks a seat. He will take an ale at the bench and then add "Let me bring the food at that table" nodding towards the little humanoids.
Artos moves towards him.."May I take a spot at your table?" he ask gently
Warren takes a breather, taking a seat at one of the nearby tables. Though the conditios were... Less than desirable, the tavern was definitely a respite from the storm. His helm was cold to the touch as he removed it, but at least he was shielded from a lot of the rain by it, despite the constant pitter-patter of the rain falling against it driving him bonkers. He looked up across the table to see a recent face. The goblin from earlier. The young man looked about at the other faces that populated the inn, and to his surprise, nobody paid any mind. He stared into space dumbfounded. Did the world change in such a way that these usually malevolent denizens have moved on from their evildoing? His thoughts come back to reality (or some semblance of it) as he turns to greet the small yet adorable fellow with an extended hand.
"Hello, I hope I'm not intruding. My name is Warren."
Hopefully this world is not as dark as he was told it was. His smile turns to a grimace of embarassment as his head hangs low and his hand retracts. He spent too much time upstairs to know what was going on.
Looking over towards the small being, she furrows her brow in a sort of 'uuuuuh' expression, looking him up and down as she sees the odd, yet increadibly cute in her eyes, costume. The chocolate brown eyes stare into his red ones and she raises an eyebrow as her legs pull the knees up to her her chest and rubs her hands.
"I can see that, yes. You are not like many others around here, or overall in these towns. Who are you?"
The goblin puffs out his small chest as his hood flops about on his bulbous head. He draws in a breath before proclaiming in a boastful voice. "I am Kumoi!" His stuffed tail flops about as he takes a seat by the fireplace, grinning proudly. "I just arrived to this town, not long ago. The people here don't seem very lively. Bad bad tidings." He nods slowly, his words emphasized by the flopping hood.
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InsiderTamara and Komoi take their seats in the lounge by the fireplace. Artos, spotting the two at the lounge by the fireplace, comes over and asks if he can sit with them there. Warren, seeing Komoi, comes over to the lounge as well and speaks to the goblin.
Okay, Warren. It was just one mistake. No problem. You can make friends. Like that old rambler a few weeks back who was happy I would listen to him... For 2 hours... Nonstop. Okay, here we go.
Warren retreated from his thoughts as he noticed many others had walked in as his mind was reeling. Well... To be honest, they were a few. But hey, more oppurtunities right? His mind was set on the goblin for the time being. He approached the fireplace and took a knee next to the goblin. Wow. He had the right idea. This is quite toasty, even more so with his armor on. After taking a moment to enjoy the heat, he joins in the conversation.
"Hello. I hope I'm not intruding."
The goblin seems to realize he was being spoken to and turns to look up at the man suddenly closer to him. "Oh. Hello! The fireplace is public. Go ahead." He gives a little bow and moves to make more room, his costume finally starting to dry out thanks to the pleasant warmth. "I am Komoi!" He repeats for the benefit of the man in armor, puffing out his chest once more.
Warren takes a seat next to the goblin and the woman.
"Despite conditions, you seem awfully chipper. I like that."
He extends a hand out to both of them in earnest and greeting.
"My name is Warren."
"Bad tidings indeed. I saw that damages upon the buildings as I came here. Seemed like battles and skirmishes are quite... well, common here."
She nods toward the man sitting down, smiling charmingly as well towards Warren. Taking off the goggles on her forehead and beginning to clean them as she speaks to the both of them.
"Not at all, please join us. I am Tamara - a pleasure to meet the both of you."
Tamara also turns to Artos with a smile, nodding towards him and patting beside her with one hand before the gloved hands return to cleaning her goggles.
"Go ahead, we all could use a little warmth tonight, I think. Quite dreaful weather we are having."
"Tamara. Komoi. Both are very nice names, indeed."
He shakes their hands or not depending on their response. He looks at the group starting to form up around them. Helm in the crook of his arm, he gives a warming smile to everyone there. He feels like giving them all a hug, but thinks better of it for two reasons. One, he's still sopping wet. And two, it's against proper etiquette to touch (let alone attack or hug) without provocation or permission. He settles for a smile now.
"To be honest, you're the most content group I've come to meet in a while."
He leans back on the seat, hands behind his head in relaxation. He turns his head to the newcomer (Artos) and gives the following response.
"Like the dragon garbed fellow said, fireplace is public. Feel free to have a seat, kind sir. Although... We've yet to catch your name."
Actually, that costumed goblin and his cheerfulness, tear up a smile on Artos's face, something he thought to have forgotten.
The armored man seems unexpectedly jovial and the woman, sure she stand out from the others.
"I am Artos, Artos Krit, nice to meet you, I guess all of you just arrived" and he nods at their wept clothes and stuff. He answers to Tamara "Nice evening to get warmth near the fire, dreadful night for a ruined place, I also notice, as you all I suppose that this town seems to be raided recently"
Arriving at the fork in the road, Orryn proceeds with caution to the west. He remembers the words of the kind Merchant, and how he spoke so fondly of his daughter.
"Could this be the Hamlet of Lindley?" He thinks to himself.
He keeps a steady but cautious pace, trying to stay ahead of the storm while there is at least a slight break. As he approaches and sees the gashes in the buildings, he slows his pace and examines the scene. Orryn immediately looks for the closest inhabited building, in hopes that they will grant him shelter to wait out the storm.
Orryn uses his Father's Inspiration to examine the gashes in the buildings as he approaches. He can't help but to think, if there was something here that could slash a building of stone and wood, what then could it do to a Gnome of flesh and blood.
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The damaged buildings intrigue her, something deep in her soul is calling out, urging her to dig deeper and uncover the mystery of what happened in this place. An echo of her past; at least she still had that, the burning desire to seek knowledge, secrets. Following her instincts, she makes her way along the Western path, resisting the almost existential urge to start investigating the houses more closely. I'm not as strong as I used to be. I shouldn't be here when whatever caused these marks returns. She makes her way toward the most welcoming-looking public building/inn she can find, wearing her weariness on her face. Worst-case scenario, she seeks shelter from the storm in one of the ruined buildings; whichever one looks the sturdiest and provides the best shelter from the storm.
Moved most of this from my last response, as I was under the impression in it that I had already arrived at the town...
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The two push up the western path, unintentionally following each other about 60 feet apart with the elf in the front.
Orryn takes a moment to investigate the scratches on the buildings. The delay puts the elf further ahead of him, but not by much.
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[6/28/17] chaiblazter (Orryn): -1 Inspiration: Father's Wisdom
It's quite a small town, so it's not long before they comes across a decent-sized building, well-built for this part of town. Thick, stone foundations lead up to solid wood walls reinforced with metal. All the windows have metal bars overlaying ontop of them, preventing access inside even if the windows were shattered. The same scratches and marks on the other houses are occasionally scattered on this one.
When they step inside, the common room is decently compact, with just enough room for booths, a bar, and a small but clean lounge next to the fireplace. The lounge has two chairs, a coffee table, and a modest looking couch.
The tavern is lightly populated. A teenage couple, a boy and a girl, is in one of the back booths. They're making out passionately with one another. Three dwarves sit at the bar, cups of ale in their hands and murmuring solemnly between themselves. An older man in drab-green clothes is also sitting in a booth, a cup of tea sitting in-front of him. He seems to be figiting with something in his lap, but it's out of sight at the moment.
The bartender stands at the front, a large woman with a big mole on the right side of her chin and rolls of fat protruding from her neck. Her frizzy black hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and her eyes seem to be narrowed in perpetual anger or frustration.
There also seems to be a handful of people gathered over by the lounge. An odd, short creature with grey skin and crimson eyes sits by the fireplace, drying the odd, dragon costume he was wearing. The creature sits next a lithe, but decently tall woman, with tanned smooth skin, chocolate eyes and black sleek hair pulled up into a ponytail. An rather armored man sits nearby in a chair, his armor gleaming in the torchlight like a mirror. A man with fiery red hair stands above them wearing a wolf cloak and a bracelet made of colors of the sea.
A set of stairs leads upstairs to what likely are the rooms.
Inn Lodgings and Meals. If you wish to purchase a room, it is 1 copper for the night. A meal is two coppers, or four for refills on ale for the night. If you wish to purchase a room, simply roleplay that you do so and indicate that you've subtracted your copper in a spoiler. If you wish to purchase a meal, you may ask the bartender and I will respond to you later today.
You may roleplay with others while waiting on my response. You do NOT have to wait for me.
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[6/28/17] Eylesis (Komoi): -0.03 gp (Lodgings and Meal)
Orryn emerges through the doorway of the tavern, wet and cold. He has become deeply fascinated by the gashes on the buildings, and immediately took note of the barred windows. The warmth of the fire pulls him in and he is unable to resist its thrall. His feet leave tiny wet footprints, in a trail from the door straight to the fireplace. He stands as close as he can to the fire, without bumping into anyone, or burning his eccentric hat. As he pulls out his wet equipment to let it dry in the warmth, he notices the others, also basking in the warmth of the fire.
"You know, if I hadn't have been so scared for my life, that might have been exciting. Is it safe to assume that you all fell victim to that blustery gale too? Those winds almost carried me away, I swear it. How did you all fare?" His voice is youthful, and jolly, but in a strange way sounds mature. Almost the way a child's voice sounds after they've thrown a royal tantrum; hoarse, yet still somehow small.
Orryn's appearance:
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A nod is the answer to Artos at his remark of the town being raided, her gaze growing distant as Tamara looks into the fire and rubs her hands together to warm them after having cleaned the goggles from the rain.
"Yes - I noticed. Professional killers too, not rabble or thugs either. Those strikes were aimed to kill. Neck height or so on an average man, kill efficiently... If I had to assume, it was not just a simple raiding party... it was a reminder to the people here about something."
She looks over to the newcomer with a small smile and tilts her head, snickering a little at his speech as she found it slightly amusing.
"I fared well, thank you. A bit of a sprint to get here, didn't enjoy the rain too much. You look to have survived the strong gales too by the looks of it."
"Well, I made it, if barely by the skin of my teethe."
After fully unloading the soggy items from his pack and spreading them out as evenly as possible by the fire, he turns to properly introduce himself. Right as he opens his mouth to give a cordial introduction, his voice gets caught in his throat, as he locks eyes with a form that is comparable in size to himself, standing merely inches away, with gray skin with glowing crimson eyes and big floppy ears. He freezes in place and in a hushed tone, through gritted teethe says;
"Please, no one be alarmed, and don't make any rapid movements... I believe that we have a goblin in our midst... They can't see you if you move slowly... At least I think that's right... By the magic nuggets of Glittergold himself, I have only heard of these creatures in my fathers tales."
Orryn remains completely frozen in place, darting his eyes around the room frantically searching for someone to formulate a plan.
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The goblin turns curiously at the halfling before him, bright eyes looking him up and down. He slowly reaches out with a clawed hand to wave in front of the man's face.
"He stopped moving. Why'd you stop moving? Are you breathing? You should breathe. It's bad for your health if you don't breathe."
Komoi tilts his head side to side, the hood flopping about to emphasize the movements as the goblin tries to understand the behavior. He reaches out once more to tap a finger against the man's nose.