“Trust me. Alcohol leads me to make decisions I regret for the rest of my life” Rogeliah says with regret and sorrow in her voice and on her face, rubbing her arm like an old wound whose pain has been reignited by the memory. “But... that’s not really... the point. Once everyone sits down, we will begin talk of strategy.”
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Gribble hears that they are ready to start the meeting and goes over to the table with his glass of water. He finds a place to sit and joins the others. He puts his quarterstaff between his legs and rests it on his right shoulder.
Ro stands up to address the assembled crowd. “Well, I think you all have an idea of why you are here. The rebellion has chosen you, for one reason or another, as a special covert ops team. Our first assignment is to attack, and if all goes well, destroy, a small coalition outpost in the hidden spires. We gotta strike hard and fast against them. In a little bit, we will head over to our resident hq and you will get a full breakdown of it, but for now, drink up. This might, after all, be your last.” She says, sitting down at the table and chugging her drink.
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Ro stands up to address the assembled crowd. “Well, I think you all have an idea of why you are here. The rebellion has chosen you, for one reason or another, as a special covert ops team. Our first assignment is to attack, and if all goes well, destroy, a small coalition outpost in the hidden spires. We gotta strike hard and fast against them. In a little bit, we will head over to our resident hq and you will get a full breakdown of it, but for now, drink up. This might, after all, be your last.” She says, sitting down at the table and chugging her drink.
Rem mutters under his breath, 'Exactly my logic', and then necks back the rest of his Elven El Pepino. Wiping the alcohol residue from his lips, he addresses the whole party. 'I, for one, want to know what you folks can do. If, potentially, we are all going to die together out there.' Rubbing his temples as is soothing a headache, he adds: 'If this Elven poison doesn't kill us first....you have a strong gut if you can manage this on a daily basis, Satyr.' He then twists his head around to look at the Gribble. 'So, little sickly yellow one. What's your area of expertise?'
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"Well, I assume I'm here because I excel in hand to hand combat. I'm very good with this quarterstaff and also have some medical knowledge." As he finishes speaking, he stands, goes to an open spot in the middle of the bar and begins to whirl his quarterstaff around his body and head in dangerous arcs. He then launches himself into the air and attempts to do a triple somersault followed by a backflip.
Rem tries to hide how utterly surprised he is (Performance: 14). 'Now, I thought the Flying Pigs of Durin had agility....that was an impressive performance, Master Gribble. Deserving of a strong drink me thinks, not water! I'd like to see what you can do with...', and gesturing towards the quarterstaff (with a reverent caution of the goblin and staff itself) '...that thing, in combat.'
Edit: hmm. It seems Remeyl doesn't hide his surprise all too well;) Also...not sure why this post saved multiple times.
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El raises a brow at the show boating goblin as she finishes sipping at her drink, her attention turning back to Ro. "I am ready to leave whenever you are."
“‘Course you are.” She mumbles under her breath. “Moons, sometimes I wish I hadn’t left the coalition just so I could stab people like this” she says, quiet enough that you would have to strain to hear it. (Aka, make a perception check, darth)
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“‘Course you are.” She mumbles under her breath. “Moons, sometimes I wish I hadn’t left the coalition just so I could stab people like this” she says, quiet enough that you would have to strain to hear it. (Aka, make a perception check, darth)
Does Remeyl pick up on the tension between Ro and El (Perception: 19) ? If so, he gives a low whistle. Then, he stands up and moves away from the table so as to give them some space.
You don’t need perception, bro. The tension is so thick you couldn’t even cut it with a vorpal longsword
(OOOOH CRAP, I MADE A MISTAKE, IM SORRY I GOT CHARACTERS MESSED UP AND NOW RO IS MAD AT SOMEONE SHE HAD NO REASON TO BE MAD AT... Wait, never mind, she is currently being flirted with by a guy, and she is not very mentally sane. So yeah, it’s perfectly within character for her to be exploding at everyone!)
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Poppy sighes looking at his temporary team, he wondered how badly this would crash and burn. Still, it would be entertaining for a little bit. Sliding his feet off the table and leaning forward so his chair makes a loud BANG on the floor. "Enough! We have work to do, we can have a hissy fit later. I hope we can be subtle in this, but if we can't then we just have to eliminate as many as we can. Let's go to the HQ before we all hit rock bottom and devolves into a fight." Standing up and pausing to comb his hair with his fingers and brush his clothes. "Now, who is ready? I believe it is crystal clear, we need someone with a clear head and cat like reflexes. So I nominate myself."
“Oh thank the moons he didn’t say me” Ro says. “Well, lets get going then” she stands up and walks towards the door, turning back and looking at you all expectantly.
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“No problem” the bartender returns with a smile. She then goes back to cleaning a glass.
Rogelia looks at the group. “You coming?” She asks. “Also, just a warning, next person to call me kitten gets a flaming knife in the most unpleasant place possible.” She says, with a pointed look at Poppy.
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"I hear you loud and clear. I won't take you for granite, or I will end up in between a rock and a hard place. So beautiful Jewel of the land, lead the way. I will try not to boulder you too much." Looking at the others and motioning, "Come along Darlings, there is trouble to cause."
Rogeliah mumbles something under her breath about “to intelligent for his own good” and “forceful gender change” or something. She then walks out the door of the tavern, leading the group towards the largest building in the town.
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'Pff....' Remeyl begins to pat his thighs rhythmically, in idle thought. With a sudden determined intake of breath, he reaches below the table and produces .... what looks like one menacing ***** of a crossbow. He slings this across his shoulder, casually. Rem then stands, and stretches his limbs. 'Right. Coming, you crazy cat.' In a few strides, the Darkhalf too has left the inn, stopping only to thank the lizardfolk behind the bar.
“Trust me. Alcohol leads me to make decisions I regret for the rest of my life” Rogeliah says with regret and sorrow in her voice and on her face, rubbing her arm like an old wound whose pain has been reignited by the memory. “But... that’s not really... the point. Once everyone sits down, we will begin talk of strategy.”
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Gribble hears that they are ready to start the meeting and goes over to the table with his glass of water. He finds a place to sit and joins the others. He puts his quarterstaff between his legs and rests it on his right shoulder.
Ro stands up to address the assembled crowd. “Well, I think you all have an idea of why you are here. The rebellion has chosen you, for one reason or another, as a special covert ops team. Our first assignment is to attack, and if all goes well, destroy, a small coalition outpost in the hidden spires. We gotta strike hard and fast against them. In a little bit, we will head over to our resident hq and you will get a full breakdown of it, but for now, drink up. This might, after all, be your last.” She says, sitting down at the table and chugging her drink.
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Rem mutters under his breath, 'Exactly my logic', and then necks back the rest of his Elven El Pepino. Wiping the alcohol residue from his lips, he addresses the whole party. 'I, for one, want to know what you folks can do. If, potentially, we are all going to die together out there.' Rubbing his temples as is soothing a headache, he adds: 'If this Elven poison doesn't kill us first....you have a strong gut if you can manage this on a daily basis, Satyr.' He then twists his head around to look at the Gribble. 'So, little sickly yellow one. What's your area of expertise?'
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"Well, I assume I'm here because I excel in hand to hand combat. I'm very good with this quarterstaff and also have some medical knowledge." As he finishes speaking, he stands, goes to an open spot in the middle of the bar and begins to whirl his quarterstaff around his body and head in dangerous arcs. He then launches himself into the air and attempts to do a triple somersault followed by a backflip.
Acrobatics: 12
(BTW, He is a sickly yellow color, not green)
After, he casually walks back over to the table and sits down again.
(sorry, sickly yellow)
Rem tries to hide how utterly surprised he is (Performance: 14). 'Now, I thought the Flying Pigs of Durin had agility....that was an impressive performance, Master Gribble. Deserving of a strong drink me thinks, not water! I'd like to see what you can do with...', and gesturing towards the quarterstaff (with a reverent caution of the goblin and staff itself) '...that thing, in combat.'
Edit: hmm. It seems Remeyl doesn't hide his surprise all too well;) Also...not sure why this post saved multiple times.
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“Impressive” Ro says. “Well, now that everyone is aquatinted, shall we remain here for a few more minutes or shall we depart to hq?”
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El raises a brow at the show boating goblin as she finishes sipping at her drink, her attention turning back to Ro. "I am ready to leave whenever you are."
“‘Course you are.” She mumbles under her breath. “Moons, sometimes I wish I hadn’t left the coalition just so I could stab people like this” she says, quiet enough that you would have to strain to hear it. (Aka, make a perception check, darth)
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Perception: 13
You hear her mumbling, nothing more
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Does Remeyl pick up on the tension between Ro and El (Perception: 19) ? If so, he gives a low whistle. Then, he stands up and moves away from the table so as to give them some space.
Edit: possibly not, then:)
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You don’t need perception, bro. The tension is so thick you couldn’t even cut it with a vorpal longsword
(OOOOH CRAP, I MADE A MISTAKE, IM SORRY I GOT CHARACTERS MESSED UP AND NOW RO IS MAD AT SOMEONE SHE HAD NO REASON TO BE MAD AT... Wait, never mind, she is currently being flirted with by a guy, and she is not very mentally sane. So yeah, it’s perfectly within character for her to be exploding at everyone!)
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Poppy sighes looking at his temporary team, he wondered how badly this would crash and burn. Still, it would be entertaining for a little bit. Sliding his feet off the table and leaning forward so his chair makes a loud BANG on the floor. "Enough! We have work to do, we can have a hissy fit later. I hope we can be subtle in this, but if we can't then we just have to eliminate as many as we can. Let's go to the HQ before we all hit rock bottom and devolves into a fight." Standing up and pausing to comb his hair with his fingers and brush his clothes. "Now, who is ready? I believe it is crystal clear, we need someone with a clear head and cat like reflexes. So I nominate myself."
“Oh thank the moons he didn’t say me” Ro says. “Well, lets get going then” she stands up and walks towards the door, turning back and looking at you all expectantly.
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Gribble stands up, finishes his water , and heads towards the door. He turns to the bartender. "Thanks for the hospitality."
“No problem” the bartender returns with a smile. She then goes back to cleaning a glass.
Rogelia looks at the group. “You coming?” She asks. “Also, just a warning, next person to call me kitten gets a flaming knife in the most unpleasant place possible.” She says, with a pointed look at Poppy.
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"I hear you loud and clear. I won't take you for granite, or I will end up in between a rock and a hard place. So beautiful Jewel of the land, lead the way. I will try not to boulder you too much." Looking at the others and motioning, "Come along Darlings, there is trouble to cause."
Rogeliah mumbles something under her breath about “to intelligent for his own good” and “forceful gender change” or something. She then walks out the door of the tavern, leading the group towards the largest building in the town.
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'Pff....' Remeyl begins to pat his thighs rhythmically, in idle thought. With a sudden determined intake of breath, he reaches below the table and produces .... what looks like one menacing ***** of a crossbow. He slings this across his shoulder, casually. Rem then stands, and stretches his limbs. 'Right. Coming, you crazy cat.' In a few strides, the Darkhalf too has left the inn, stopping only to thank the lizardfolk behind the bar.
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