"By all means, come on over! I'd just finished telling the story of how I'd lost my leg." He lifts his peg leg to show the other two.
"Fascinating." Rolen takes a seat and waves over to the half-orc, "Will you be joining us as well or are you just here in this lovely little port for a vacation?"
Erdot regards the two newcomers. The armored human seemed like Folwyn, but the half-elf... he looked a bit shifty. He'd seen the type before. He'd keep his eye on him.
((My apologies, first day of highschool, none of the teachers let you have your phone out. Sorry.))
As you all begin to talk you hear the door slam open, and all the noises seam to quiet, as a huge figure blocks the doorway, you hear a familiar gruff voice, "Boss is here for ya" the large man says and then walks out of the door way. Just beyond the doorway you can see a carriage waiting.
"Well I guess that answers my question about lodgings." Rolen steps outside and looks at the carriage but waits for the rest of the group before approaching it. (( can I perception/ investigate the carriage whichever is appropriate? ))
Erdot follows the half elf out the tavern, and gives a glance back to the remaining members of the table. This will hopefully go by fine, he think to himself.
Karst gets up from the table and wanders over to his blade. Hefting it to his shoulder he saunters out towards the cart, ducking down to fit through the door.
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"The mongoose blew out its candle and was asleep in bed before the room went dark." —Llanowar fable
"Well I guess that answers my question about lodgings." Rolen steps outside and looks at the carriage but waits for the rest of the group before approaching it. (( can I perception/ investigate the carriage whichever is appropriate? ))
You notice (along with everyone else for this one) that there is two carriages, though one looks of a better quality than the others. From the one of better quality a stout dwarvish women steps out, and you alone seem to notice and old elf siting in that carriage too.
The women looks very strong, and her hair is pulled back into a tight bun. At her side is a battleaxe gilded with beautiful designs, that do not seem to take away from the effectiveness of the weapon. She looks over all of you and addresses the entire party.
"Well, bring your leader into the carriage with me. The rest of ya will go in the other ones." she says business like, "If you have any druids with ya, they go with me as well." As she states this she climbs back into the carriage to wait.
Rolen looks at Folwyn, "Sorting is always an invaluable tool for a leader to have. But perhaps we may require a more tactically inclined leader for this foray. Might I suggest Lady Brightblade take that position?"
((Just got back from high scholl orientation, sorry for the wait))
Folwyn raises an eyebrow. Unless someone objects, he continues with: "Me, leader? OK, then, whatever you say" He says, then muttering under his breath, "We're going to have so much fun" Walking to the carriage.
The half-orc reluclantly joins everyone in the carriage, Great, im travelling with a one-legged hobo, a socially awkward lizard, everyone else seems at least halfway reasonable.
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"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
But if anyone prefers someone else, Jocelyn, for instance, he replies: "Lady Jocelyn is probably a better candidate than I, so I will not object."
"I'm sure you two can work it out for yourselves." Rolen makes his way to the second carriage and looks at the driver, "Got room for a second up there?"
"I believe master Folwyn is better suited for this." She gives a nod to the elf. "Besides, I still wanna hear the lizardman's story, and he's riding in the other carriage."
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((I'll be away for about an hour or two))
Erdot regards the two newcomers. The armored human seemed like Folwyn, but the half-elf... he looked a bit shifty. He'd seen the type before. He'd keep his eye on him.
((My apologies, first day of highschool, none of the teachers let you have your phone out. Sorry.))
As you all begin to talk you hear the door slam open, and all the noises seam to quiet, as a huge figure blocks the doorway, you hear a familiar gruff voice, "Boss is here for ya" the large man says and then walks out of the door way. Just beyond the doorway you can see a carriage waiting.
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"Well I guess that answers my question about lodgings." Rolen steps outside and looks at the carriage but waits for the rest of the group before approaching it. (( can I perception/ investigate the carriage whichever is appropriate? ))
Erdot follows the half elf out the tavern, and gives a glance back to the remaining members of the table. This will hopefully go by fine, he think to himself.
Jocelyn joins the men outside.
Karst gets up from the table and wanders over to his blade. Hefting it to his shoulder he saunters out towards the cart, ducking down to fit through the door.
Myron Craw- Isles of Famine
(( investigation roll: 12 ))
You notice (along with everyone else for this one) that there is two carriages, though one looks of a better quality than the others. From the one of better quality a stout dwarvish women steps out, and you alone seem to notice and old elf siting in that carriage too.
The women looks very strong, and her hair is pulled back into a tight bun. At her side is a battleaxe gilded with beautiful designs, that do not seem to take away from the effectiveness of the weapon. She looks over all of you and addresses the entire party.
"Well, bring your leader into the carriage with me. The rest of ya will go in the other ones." she says business like, "If you have any druids with ya, they go with me as well." As she states this she climbs back into the carriage to wait.
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Karst pushes Folwyn forward a little with his massive shoulder.
"Friend Folwyn good at handling things. He good sorter. He ride fancy wheeler."
And with that Karst lumbers towards the second transport.
Erdot nods his head and walks towards the fancy carriage. "This druid is at your service then."
EDIT: ((Going to bed, so this is my last post))
Rolen looks at Folwyn, "Sorting is always an invaluable tool for a leader to have. But perhaps we may require a more tactically inclined leader for this foray. Might I suggest Lady Brightblade take that position?"
((Just got back from high scholl orientation, sorry for the wait))
Folwyn raises an eyebrow. Unless someone objects, he continues with: "Me, leader? OK, then, whatever you say" He says, then muttering under his breath, "We're going to have so much fun" Walking to the carriage.
Lumgarsk grunts, finally. He walks outside along with everyone else, hesitating when he realizes who he will have to ride in the carriage with.
((Man, High school orientation was a blast! But not really... Anyway, im back now, Edit: me and Mightylemur are bros, we went together.))
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
But if anyone prefers someone else, Jocelyn, for instance, he replies: "Lady Jocelyn is probably a better candidate than I, so I will not object."
The half-orc reluclantly joins everyone in the carriage, Great, im travelling with a one-legged hobo, a socially awkward lizard, everyone else seems at least halfway reasonable.
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
"I believe master Folwyn is better suited for this." She gives a nod to the elf. "Besides, I still wanna hear the lizardman's story, and he's riding in the other carriage."