Just wanted to make this while we wait for the last person to choose a group. I've work this weekend but when I get home Monday and they haven't chosen we can just start here ^^
White Flame had an "exotic" feel to it being rather warm for Radiance but still too cool to be a Alba town many have summer homes here for it's comfortable temperatures. The buildings and streets had Radiance's usual cobble work of royal castle finery but all with a touch of the exotic desert jewel that was Alba. Here was the melting pot of these two nations. The chief of domestic affairs here was a Leonin named Arori of the Sunslayer rather common knowledge for anyone coming to such a place. Many mercenaries pass through here, either to Alba or to head further into Radiance. Though White Flame itself was a fine place to find work. The town had many major landmarks to explore.
Exploration Options
White Flame Estate: Here is the embassy for Alba and Radiance to have political members discuss trade and other important matters.
Phoenix Academy: A place where mages come to learn and hone their magic's but also a place to buy magical trinkets
White Flame Market District:
White Flame Military Barracks:
Fine Dining of the Sunslayer Pub:
Flickering Ember Tavern:
Free Roam: Who knows what one could find wandering aimlessly in such a town.
Sitting alone in a table at the Flickering Ember, Eric drinks quietly from his beer. To anyone else, he could be someone that is just lost in his toughts and not paying special attention to anything but the end of this jug.
Nothing further from reality.
He's actually listening to what is being talked in other tables, casually looking at everyone walking in and out of the tavern and taking mental notes of anything of interest. After so many years, he knows well enough that many beer-loosened tongues tend to say interesting little things that would hold to themselves with less alcohol in their bodies. And Eric specializes in listening and feeding that info to his boss afterwards. Who knows, maybe today he can return to him with something interesting. Or maybe he can - for once - keep whatever he finds to himself.
Eric had listened in the Flickering inn tavern not quite as fanciful as the SunSlayer Pub but it seemed warm if not a bit more rowdy. Cheaper drinks meant bigger crowds to be sure and perhaps Eric wanted to learn more from the common folk than those of status. In the Flickering Tavern was a board with various jobs among it along with many waiters and waistress's getting around. Walking into the tavern was a pale skinned adventurer. In grey chainmail with a longsword and shield on hand and a rather short stature at 5'6 maybe 5'7. Through the back of the chainmail small white wings could be seen. Upon closer inspection it was quite obvious they were female. With grey silverlike eyes and freshly fallen snow white hair. A black ribbon in stark contrast to her hair and a few curls of her long "mane." Her appearance was rather otherworldly and almost ethereal. Yet for such a refined appearance she seemed.. A bit lost? Looking around the tavern a bit confused. Her steps were a lot heavier than one would expect from such a small female. She wasn't lightfooted despite her regal appearance would suggest. She was gaining a few stares but she seemed completely unaware of this fact with a blank expression across her pale face.
OOC Roll deception to keep the facade that he is not paying attention
And perception for how sharp his ears are in the tavern here ^^ (If you prefer you can use his passive perception instead)
Sitting on his own at another table in the Flickering Inn was a stout, rather tall individual wearing a dull brown large coat. The hood was currently pulled down, letting appear a frowning Half-Orc with a goatee and a half-long ponytail of black hair.
Despite looking like your usual patron in such a place to some extent, there was something ... off about him. Perhaps it came from the mace that he had laid against the next chair. Perhaps it came from the fact that his back was too straight, as if at attention, in a place where people relax. Perhaps it came from the fact that despite his sturdy looks, he was sipping from one of the softest alcohol in the place. Or perhaps it came from the scrutinizing looks he gave to the other patrons instead of just ignoring them.
Indeed, Goramar often struggled with blending in with the other folks in that kind of place. Old habits being somewhat hard to get rid of, he was on the lookout as if on watch eventhough he knew he had to keep it low as he was but a mere customer at the present moment. He let out a discreet sigh; finding mercenary work for the time being, fine. But no-one really explained to him how he was supposed to do that, and he disliked this whole improvization part. There was a board, of course, but it did not feel wise to wander off on his own. So, how should he form a crew ? So far, other people were always taking care of those matters for him. He had been told that sometimes, lowly taverns were his best bet but he had no clue where to start. Should he just shout out ? People would just freak out, most likely. Those few times when he raised the voice, he tended to sound quite scary.
Slightly pushing away his drink, he eyed once again the patrons, trying his best to look engaging, and making a terrible job at it, trying to eavesdrop any bit that might sound like an opportunity. This time, he noticed a strange looking, armored woman, with a lost expression. His face always showing the same expression, eyes frowned and large jaw tense, he observed the newcomer from the corner of the eye.
OOC (short description and appearance) :
Goramar Osotsk (sometimes goes by the name "Ram", Half-Orc Ranger
Appearance :
Goramar is a tall, stout Half-Orc, usually wearing his shoulder-length hair in a ponytail and keeping his long moustache and goatee well-maintained. His brown eyes are often somewhat hidden under a frown and seem to most of the time cast a harsh, intense look on his surroundings. He has a large jaw with very visible tusks, that only every so often relaxes to show a smile. His general demeanor is that of one used to look intimidating, yet there is an evident show of self-control coming from him, as if on the watch and at attention. His deep voice comes out as low and throaty with the speech of someone coming from lower classes, but it can become a violent rumble when he starts shouting. During casual time, he wears simple and practical clothing, otherwise he prefers keeping a dull brown hooded coat on top of his scale armor, which is white and grey wearing an eye symbol in the back. He usually keeps a longbow in handy but prefers fighting with a mace or a spear.
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Eclaire as lost as she was had looked around the Flickering Inn. Hardy toast and cheers were made and she had gained a few looks. A few scowls and a few leering customers but neither had any real affect on the young woman. It almost felt as she didn't register what these had meant either way. Looking around she see's the board with a light in her eyes she has a small little. "Ah ha!" moment that could be recognized by anyone who's experienced such a thing themselves. Though as she begins to dart over she see's in the corner of her eye a patron looking especially hard at her. She can't tell the intent of this half orcs stare, or why he was looking her way. She looked back at him curious as to this man's intent. Blinking with big doe like eyes as she tilted her head his direction.
11
(Insight Roll on Goramar)
After inspecting the male she looks to the board with a curious gaze looking at the jobs on the board.
Quest Board
1: Two suspicious people have been found skulking at night, I require you're aid in hunting these two down. Reports say they have broken and entered a few times. I cannot say much until we've met. Meet me on the town hall in the central square past the market district.
Client: Firemane of the Sunslayer
Reward: 200 gold pieces
2: Manticore Sighted! A manticore has been sighted on the in the Flashfire Jungle nearby. Be weary one group of adventurers have already perished. This beast has been causing many people to travel around the jungle. I'd ask the guard but.. That's a lot of paperwork and I need that trail opened again soon! You can find me at the White Flame barracks.
Client: Proudlock
Reward: 500 gold pieces
3: Phoenix Academy Request:
I require the aid of one who is not brash or fool hardy, I know many adventurers brandish steel before their wit if so this task is not for you. I've discovered a ruin nearby and I need someone to study it for me. Be sure to hire the proper protection as I'm sure it will be rather dangerous. I can share further details upon meeting at the academy of what exactly I require.
Noticing the ethereal - almost surreal appearance - of the armores woman, Eric cannot help but to take an interest on her. That's not the kind of woman one expects to find in a lowly tavern and he begins paying attention to her ... and to the-half orc unsuccesfully trying to blend in who is also looking at her.
Eric is hiding his intent almost like an old pro and no one suspected a thing, his sharp eyes and ears in this moment had helped reassure him in that fact. The armored woman hadn't seemed to notice him in the moment placing a finger under her chin considering which job to take. Eric was able to hear a bit of rumor's in the tavern too for that matter in hushed tones.
"Did you hear? Alba might be pulling their supplement troops out of Radiance."
"You sure? Why would they do that?"
"Couldn't tell ya but.. I heard it from a reliable source."
Eric was able to hear.. Well a lot of pointless drivel as would be in such places. However he's able to filter out focusing on his hearing all while remaining completely casual. He's able to see two robed figures in the corner of the bar looking toward the armored woman. Now a robed figure would draw much attention but in the shadows of the tavern with careful breathing and crouched stances they hadn't attracted any attention. Though Eric's sharp senses had picked up on them, one thing was clear they didn't want to be seen.
"Now, that's interesting", Eric mutters to himself.
That woman must be important indeed to have attracted so much interest. He does not do anything for the moment, but keeps the robed figures in mind and will think of what to do when they begin to move.
Believing also that the half-orc will surely begin a conversation with the woman, he patiently waits for the situation to develop.
Having been almost unnoticed curled up into a ball and sleeping in a corner a female goblin stirs to look around the room. She has unkempt hair indicating that she has been traveling often and when she wakes her eyes scan the Flickering Ember as if searching for something. After a short glance she relaxes before giving her attention to the patrons that stand out. The woman, Tala has never seen anyone with a quiet an exotic appearance before, even if she did look a little lost. Having watched her go over to the quest board Tala is reminded of her own need to find work for coin. With a stretch Tala quickly checks to make sure she has all of her belongings and casually walks over to the board to look at the available work. As she stands next to the woman she gives her a quick toothy grin before looking at the jobs.
Shortly after the ethereal woman entered the tavern, another young woman enters. She couldn't be more different than the woman who entered before her. She stands just over five feet tall with copper skin and jet black hair. Her hair is a wild mess with wisps of hair escaping from her braids. She enters the tavern as if she is an oncoming storm. It seems as if the doors burst open without her even needing to touch them. She completely ignores the any attention on her and strides straight for the bar.
There is a fierce look on her face as she greets the bartender, "Get me a shot of the strongest thing you have."
As she stands at the bar, everyone in the tavern can now see the katana she carries at her side. While her clothes might seem worn and on the edge of threadbare, that sword is immaculate, well cared for, and definitely not hidden.
Tala noticing the newcomer and her look takes a last note of the jobs and strides over to the bar hoping up into a seat to be more at eye level with her.
“Thats a fine sword you carry there. Would you be perhaps interested in putting it to use? There are some rare opportunities available and coin to be made. I am Tala and I have a feeling your skills combined with mine might be able to fill our purses!
Ellaria won't even take note of the person speaking to her until she has downed her shot. After receiving it from the bartender, she knocks it back in one smooth move before slamming it on the bar. as she swallows the alcohol and it settles, you can see the tension drain from her body. She looks again to the bartender and gestures for another one.
It is at this point Ellaria notices Tala next to her, "Sorry about that. Rough day."
She pauses for a minute trying to recall what Tala had mentioned previously. "You were saying something about coin and opportunities?"
It is at this point she gets her second shot. Ellaria isn't quite as rushed this time, but there is still a gracefulness to the way she downs the shot. It is then offset by the way she roughly wipes the excess from her lips with the back of her hand. There is small flare of magic around her hand (casting Prestidigitation to clean it) before she stretches out her hand in greeting. "Ellaria. Nice to meet ya."
Noticing that small crowd in the person of the pale looking woman, met by what appeared to be a Goblin, around the board, Goramar reckons it might be his best shot at it; whoever wore weapons so visibly at their sides might very well be mercenaries.
Or trouble.
Retrieving his mace but leaving his unfinished drink on the table, he stands up, his back straightened in a somewhat martial way, making his 5"9 seeming even taller than it really was. As he is about to make his way to the board however, the door slams open as a woman with a fiery look about her barges inside.
As he reads once again, squinting his eyes, the board notice, the Goblin and the newcomer start a chat, the latter casting a spell at some point. Rolling eyes and slightly shaking his head, Goramar approaches them and leans an elbow against the counter, adressing the wild looking woman. His voice comes out in low, throaty tones.
"Ain't recommend you do that kind o' thing here."
With a movement of the chin, he shows the inn around them.
"Magic. People might get nervous. Guards 'specially. Just sayin'."
The whole time, he keeps that same controlled and scrutinizing look about him.
The woman's wings had stretched out a bit as small little green woman came over with a rather joyful toothy grin. The woman had blinked a bit stroking her own strands of hair behind her ear before waving back softly. Her expression was still blank but her eyes had lit up with what one could assume was joy. A sparkle in her eye one could say. Her head turns quickly like that of a young doe when the walking storm of a woman enters. She seems intrigued by this woman's attitude with another curious tilt of her head. The bartender looks to the woman and laughs a bit.
"Whoa whoa lady, the strongest shot eh? Ya knew to Flickering Inn? That's not exactly a shot one starts off with. The "Broiled Cauldren." I mean for one it's 5 silvers for a shot and for two.. You'll be on you're ass. I serve that drink for Goliaths and Dwarfs they've the constitution for that sorta thing! You'd be outta you're mind to try such a thing. What about whiskey? On the rocks instead?"
The bartender looks to the massive man come over about magic he gives a slight grin for a moment washing out another cup.
"Relax, we've got an academy for that sorta thing. We try to be a bit more progressive around here but uhh.. Some of our patrons are old fashioned I'll give ya that. Here to order a drink big guy?"
The woman with snow white hair had taken the 3 notices off the board before walking over to the gathering of armed people. Placing the posters on the counter she looks to all of them.
"Hello, my name is Eclaire. You can call me Claire if you desire, are you all looking for work as well?"
She offered a rather faint smile, though it vanished as quickly as it had arrived looking over them. She didn't seem to be judgmental but truly curious by all of their appearances. She looked at the large man poking at him a bit.
"You're really big."
She said with a rather matter of fact tone, despite her voice being rather soft spoken and even almost ethereal she seemed as blunt and clueless as a child would be.
OOC If she wants the Broiled Cauldren it'll be a con save of DC12 unless she rather go for the whisky ^^
Tala shakes Ellaria’s hand and smiles at her. Before she can respond a large man comes over giving warnings about the use of magic. She has to also strain her neck to look up to his face. Then the exotic woman also joins them. After hearing the subject of work and coin her ears perk up.
”You can call me Tala, nice to see more adventures looking to earn coin!”
Tala’s eyes sparkle at the word.
”you can count on me if your looking to take on a task! Most fearless Goblin you ever will meet!”
Tala stands up tall trying to project herself as a mighty hero.
With a soft blink Eclaire had scanned the female over. Offering a slight wave with her dainty fingers. Though as the little goblin projected herself in such a way Eclaire had held a silence.. If but only for a moment before letting out a soft chortle. Her usual mild-mannered face fractured into a subtle smile before returning to its usual state.
"You're funny."
She had leaned over playing with little Tala's long green ears, understanding personal boundaries was not exactly a strength of Eclaire's nor was understanding a lot of social norms for that matter.
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Just wanted to make this while we wait for the last person to choose a group. I've work this weekend but when I get home Monday and they haven't chosen we can just start here ^^
Just popping a first post in here to signify I have made it.
White Flame
White Flame had an "exotic" feel to it being rather warm for Radiance but still too cool to be a Alba town many have summer homes here for it's comfortable temperatures. The buildings and streets had Radiance's usual cobble work of royal castle finery but all with a touch of the exotic desert jewel that was Alba. Here was the melting pot of these two nations. The chief of domestic affairs here was a Leonin named Arori of the Sunslayer rather common knowledge for anyone coming to such a place. Many mercenaries pass through here, either to Alba or to head further into Radiance. Though White Flame itself was a fine place to find work. The town had many major landmarks to explore.
Exploration Options
White Flame Estate: Here is the embassy for Alba and Radiance to have political members discuss trade and other important matters.
Phoenix Academy: A place where mages come to learn and hone their magic's but also a place to buy magical trinkets
White Flame Market District:
White Flame Military Barracks:
Fine Dining of the Sunslayer Pub:
Flickering Ember Tavern:
Free Roam: Who knows what one could find wandering aimlessly in such a town.
Sitting alone in a table at the Flickering Ember, Eric drinks quietly from his beer. To anyone else, he could be someone that is just lost in his toughts and not paying special attention to anything but the end of this jug.
Nothing further from reality.
He's actually listening to what is being talked in other tables, casually looking at everyone walking in and out of the tavern and taking mental notes of anything of interest. After so many years, he knows well enough that many beer-loosened tongues tend to say interesting little things that would hold to themselves with less alcohol in their bodies. And Eric specializes in listening and feeding that info to his boss afterwards. Who knows, maybe today he can return to him with something interesting. Or maybe he can - for once - keep whatever he finds to himself.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Eric had listened in the Flickering inn tavern not quite as fanciful as the SunSlayer Pub but it seemed warm if not a bit more rowdy. Cheaper drinks meant bigger crowds to be sure and perhaps Eric wanted to learn more from the common folk than those of status. In the Flickering Tavern was a board with various jobs among it along with many waiters and waistress's getting around. Walking into the tavern was a pale skinned adventurer. In grey chainmail with a longsword and shield on hand and a rather short stature at 5'6 maybe 5'7. Through the back of the chainmail small white wings could be seen. Upon closer inspection it was quite obvious they were female. With grey silverlike eyes and freshly fallen snow white hair. A black ribbon in stark contrast to her hair and a few curls of her long "mane." Her appearance was rather otherworldly and almost ethereal. Yet for such a refined appearance she seemed.. A bit lost? Looking around the tavern a bit confused. Her steps were a lot heavier than one would expect from such a small female. She wasn't lightfooted despite her regal appearance would suggest. She was gaining a few stares but she seemed completely unaware of this fact with a blank expression across her pale face.
OOC
Roll deception to keep the facade that he is not paying attention
And perception for how sharp his ears are in the tavern here ^^ (If you prefer you can use his passive perception instead)
Sitting on his own at another table in the Flickering Inn was a stout, rather tall individual wearing a dull brown large coat. The hood was currently pulled down, letting appear a frowning Half-Orc with a goatee and a half-long ponytail of black hair.
Despite looking like your usual patron in such a place to some extent, there was something ... off about him. Perhaps it came from the mace that he had laid against the next chair. Perhaps it came from the fact that his back was too straight, as if at attention, in a place where people relax. Perhaps it came from the fact that despite his sturdy looks, he was sipping from one of the softest alcohol in the place. Or perhaps it came from the scrutinizing looks he gave to the other patrons instead of just ignoring them.
Indeed, Goramar often struggled with blending in with the other folks in that kind of place. Old habits being somewhat hard to get rid of, he was on the lookout as if on watch eventhough he knew he had to keep it low as he was but a mere customer at the present moment. He let out a discreet sigh; finding mercenary work for the time being, fine. But no-one really explained to him how he was supposed to do that, and he disliked this whole improvization part. There was a board, of course, but it did not feel wise to wander off on his own. So, how should he form a crew ? So far, other people were always taking care of those matters for him. He had been told that sometimes, lowly taverns were his best bet but he had no clue where to start. Should he just shout out ? People would just freak out, most likely. Those few times when he raised the voice, he tended to sound quite scary.
Slightly pushing away his drink, he eyed once again the patrons, trying his best to look engaging, and making a terrible job at it, trying to eavesdrop any bit that might sound like an opportunity. This time, he noticed a strange looking, armored woman, with a lost expression. His face always showing the same expression, eyes frowned and large jaw tense, he observed the newcomer from the corner of the eye.
OOC (short description and appearance) :
Goramar Osotsk (sometimes goes by the name "Ram", Half-Orc Ranger
Appearance :
Goramar is a tall, stout Half-Orc, usually wearing his shoulder-length hair in a ponytail and keeping his long moustache and goatee well-maintained. His brown eyes are often somewhat hidden under a frown and seem to most of the time cast a harsh, intense look on his surroundings. He has a large jaw with very visible tusks, that only every so often relaxes to show a smile. His general demeanor is that of one used to look intimidating, yet there is an evident show of self-control coming from him, as if on the watch and at attention. His deep voice comes out as low and throaty with the speech of someone coming from lower classes, but it can become a violent rumble when he starts shouting.
During casual time, he wears simple and practical clothing, otherwise he prefers keeping a dull brown hooded coat on top of his scale armor, which is white and grey wearing an eye symbol in the back. He usually keeps a longbow in handy but prefers fighting with a mace or a spear.
Malon : Kalashtar Ranger
Goramar : Half-Orc Ranger
OOC
17
Eclaire's Perception real fast ^^
Eclaire as lost as she was had looked around the Flickering Inn. Hardy toast and cheers were made and she had gained a few looks. A few scowls and a few leering customers but neither had any real affect on the young woman. It almost felt as she didn't register what these had meant either way. Looking around she see's the board with a light in her eyes she has a small little. "Ah ha!" moment that could be recognized by anyone who's experienced such a thing themselves. Though as she begins to dart over she see's in the corner of her eye a patron looking especially hard at her. She can't tell the intent of this half orcs stare, or why he was looking her way. She looked back at him curious as to this man's intent. Blinking with big doe like eyes as she tilted her head his direction.
11
(Insight Roll on Goramar)
After inspecting the male she looks to the board with a curious gaze looking at the jobs on the board.
Quest Board
1: Two suspicious people have been found skulking at night, I require you're aid in hunting these two down. Reports say they have broken and entered a few times. I cannot say much until we've met. Meet me on the town hall in the central square past the market district.
Client: Firemane of the Sunslayer
Reward: 200 gold pieces
2: Manticore Sighted! A manticore has been sighted on the in the Flashfire Jungle nearby. Be weary one group of adventurers have already perished. This beast has been causing many people to travel around the jungle. I'd ask the guard but.. That's a lot of paperwork and I need that trail opened again soon! You can find me at the White Flame barracks.
Client: Proudlock
Reward: 500 gold pieces
3: Phoenix Academy Request:
I require the aid of one who is not brash or fool hardy, I know many adventurers brandish steel before their wit if so this task is not for you. I've discovered a ruin nearby and I need someone to study it for me. Be sure to hire the proper protection as I'm sure it will be rather dangerous. I can share further details upon meeting at the academy of what exactly I require.
Client: Briggid Frostclaw
Reward: 750 gold pieces!
Eric's deception: 18
Perception: 16
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Noticing the ethereal - almost surreal appearance - of the armores woman, Eric cannot help but to take an interest on her. That's not the kind of woman one expects to find in a lowly tavern and he begins paying attention to her ... and to the-half orc unsuccesfully trying to blend in who is also looking at her.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Eric is hiding his intent almost like an old pro and no one suspected a thing, his sharp eyes and ears in this moment had helped reassure him in that fact. The armored woman hadn't seemed to notice him in the moment placing a finger under her chin considering which job to take. Eric was able to hear a bit of rumor's in the tavern too for that matter in hushed tones.
"Did you hear? Alba might be pulling their supplement troops out of Radiance."
"You sure? Why would they do that?"
"Couldn't tell ya but.. I heard it from a reliable source."
Eric was able to hear.. Well a lot of pointless drivel as would be in such places. However he's able to filter out focusing on his hearing all while remaining completely casual. He's able to see two robed figures in the corner of the bar looking toward the armored woman. Now a robed figure would draw much attention but in the shadows of the tavern with careful breathing and crouched stances they hadn't attracted any attention. Though Eric's sharp senses had picked up on them, one thing was clear they didn't want to be seen.
"Now, that's interesting", Eric mutters to himself.
That woman must be important indeed to have attracted so much interest. He does not do anything for the moment, but keeps the robed figures in mind and will think of what to do when they begin to move.
Believing also that the half-orc will surely begin a conversation with the woman, he patiently waits for the situation to develop.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Having been almost unnoticed curled up into a ball and sleeping in a corner a female goblin stirs to look around the room. She has unkempt hair indicating that she has been traveling often and when she wakes her eyes scan the Flickering Ember as if searching for something. After a short glance she relaxes before giving her attention to the patrons that stand out. The woman, Tala has never seen anyone with a quiet an exotic appearance before, even if she did look a little lost. Having watched her go over to the quest board Tala is reminded of her own need to find work for coin. With a stretch Tala quickly checks to make sure she has all of her belongings and casually walks over to the board to look at the available work. As she stands next to the woman she gives her a quick toothy grin before looking at the jobs.
Shortly after the ethereal woman entered the tavern, another young woman enters. She couldn't be more different than the woman who entered before her. She stands just over five feet tall with copper skin and jet black hair. Her hair is a wild mess with wisps of hair escaping from her braids. She enters the tavern as if she is an oncoming storm. It seems as if the doors burst open without her even needing to touch them. She completely ignores the any attention on her and strides straight for the bar.
There is a fierce look on her face as she greets the bartender, "Get me a shot of the strongest thing you have."
As she stands at the bar, everyone in the tavern can now see the katana she carries at her side. While her clothes might seem worn and on the edge of threadbare, that sword is immaculate, well cared for, and definitely not hidden.
Tala noticing the newcomer and her look takes a last note of the jobs and strides over to the bar hoping up into a seat to be more at eye level with her.
“Thats a fine sword you carry there. Would you be perhaps interested in putting it to use? There are some rare opportunities available and coin to be made. I am Tala and I have a feeling your skills combined with mine might be able to fill our purses!
Ellaria won't even take note of the person speaking to her until she has downed her shot. After receiving it from the bartender, she knocks it back in one smooth move before slamming it on the bar. as she swallows the alcohol and it settles, you can see the tension drain from her body. She looks again to the bartender and gestures for another one.
It is at this point Ellaria notices Tala next to her, "Sorry about that. Rough day."
She pauses for a minute trying to recall what Tala had mentioned previously. "You were saying something about coin and opportunities?"
It is at this point she gets her second shot. Ellaria isn't quite as rushed this time, but there is still a gracefulness to the way she downs the shot. It is then offset by the way she roughly wipes the excess from her lips with the back of her hand. There is small flare of magic around her hand (casting Prestidigitation to clean it) before she stretches out her hand in greeting. "Ellaria. Nice to meet ya."
Noticing that small crowd in the person of the pale looking woman, met by what appeared to be a Goblin, around the board, Goramar reckons it might be his best shot at it; whoever wore weapons so visibly at their sides might very well be mercenaries.
Or trouble.
Retrieving his mace but leaving his unfinished drink on the table, he stands up, his back straightened in a somewhat martial way, making his 5"9 seeming even taller than it really was. As he is about to make his way to the board however, the door slams open as a woman with a fiery look about her barges inside.
As he reads once again, squinting his eyes, the board notice, the Goblin and the newcomer start a chat, the latter casting a spell at some point. Rolling eyes and slightly shaking his head, Goramar approaches them and leans an elbow against the counter, adressing the wild looking woman. His voice comes out in low, throaty tones.
"Ain't recommend you do that kind o' thing here."
With a movement of the chin, he shows the inn around them.
"Magic. People might get nervous. Guards 'specially. Just sayin'."
The whole time, he keeps that same controlled and scrutinizing look about him.
Malon : Kalashtar Ranger
Goramar : Half-Orc Ranger
The woman's wings had stretched out a bit as small little green woman came over with a rather joyful toothy grin. The woman had blinked a bit stroking her own strands of hair behind her ear before waving back softly. Her expression was still blank but her eyes had lit up with what one could assume was joy. A sparkle in her eye one could say. Her head turns quickly like that of a young doe when the walking storm of a woman enters. She seems intrigued by this woman's attitude with another curious tilt of her head. The bartender looks to the woman and laughs a bit.
"Whoa whoa lady, the strongest shot eh? Ya knew to Flickering Inn? That's not exactly a shot one starts off with. The "Broiled Cauldren." I mean for one it's 5 silvers for a shot and for two.. You'll be on you're ass. I serve that drink for Goliaths and Dwarfs they've the constitution for that sorta thing! You'd be outta you're mind to try such a thing. What about whiskey? On the rocks instead?"
The bartender looks to the massive man come over about magic he gives a slight grin for a moment washing out another cup.
"Relax, we've got an academy for that sorta thing. We try to be a bit more progressive around here but uhh.. Some of our patrons are old fashioned I'll give ya that. Here to order a drink big guy?"
The woman with snow white hair had taken the 3 notices off the board before walking over to the gathering of armed people. Placing the posters on the counter she looks to all of them.
"Hello, my name is Eclaire. You can call me Claire if you desire, are you all looking for work as well?"
She offered a rather faint smile, though it vanished as quickly as it had arrived looking over them. She didn't seem to be judgmental but truly curious by all of their appearances. She looked at the large man poking at him a bit.
"You're really big."
She said with a rather matter of fact tone, despite her voice being rather soft spoken and even almost ethereal she seemed as blunt and clueless as a child would be.
OOC
If she wants the Broiled Cauldren it'll be a con save of DC12 unless she rather go for the whisky ^^
Tala shakes Ellaria’s hand and smiles at her. Before she can respond a large man comes over giving warnings about the use of magic. She has to also strain her neck to look up to his face. Then the exotic woman also joins them. After hearing the subject of work and coin her ears perk up.
”You can call me Tala, nice to see more adventures looking to earn coin!”
Tala’s eyes sparkle at the word.
”you can count on me if your looking to take on a task! Most fearless Goblin you ever will meet!”
Tala stands up tall trying to project herself as a mighty hero.
With a soft blink Eclaire had scanned the female over. Offering a slight wave with her dainty fingers. Though as the little goblin projected herself in such a way Eclaire had held a silence.. If but only for a moment before letting out a soft chortle. Her usual mild-mannered face fractured into a subtle smile before returning to its usual state.
"You're funny."
She had leaned over playing with little Tala's long green ears, understanding personal boundaries was not exactly a strength of Eclaire's nor was understanding a lot of social norms for that matter.