The cobblestone streets of Pett are littered with mud and puddles as a cold, steady rain descends upon the fishing town in the northern region of Tirriax. You climb with purpose up the slick, rickety steps of the Sinking Stools Tavern. You enter into a warm and mostly dry hearth.
The bustling of the tavern is familiar to you, Gerb’s favorite ale is a frequent trade for new jobs and information. There are quite a few people in the tavern, mostly Beld and a few humans, and many voices mingle together with music into a constant hum over the crackling of a fireplace. Gerb’s usual table in the back right corner is vacant, You figure you must be early.
Yseth darts his glance around, keeping his hood up despite the fact it is soaked with rain. He decides to sit down at the empty table in the back right corner, facing the entrance. He sits and waits; if a barmaid comes over to take his order, he orders a single ale. He keeps his head down and fiddles with the ring on his finger.
Walking towards Gerb’s table at a surprisingly brisk pace for a woman of her age, was a tall, thin, elven woman wearing black topaz sunglasses, a purple gi that goes to her shins and black pants. Over her shoulders is a fur-lined coat resting on her shoulders. She has a face that shows age and black hair that is tied back however she has some loose hairs that are in-between her ear and cheek. When she arrived at Gerb’s vacant table she took a seat. She silently gives the Beld sitting across from a nod.
Yseth darts his glance around, keeping his hood up despite the fact it is soaked with rain. He decides to sit down at the empty table in the back right corner, facing the entrance. He sits and waits; if a barmaid comes over to take his order, he orders a single ale. He keeps his head down and fiddles with the ring on his finger.
I, a 5'8, 126 pound Tamal prowl slowly into the room. I have vibrant pastel skin (#c9365a) that is slightly darker beneath his waist. My hair is thick, wavy, deep red (#9d2a46), and gets darker at the roots. I'm wearing a long, dark brown (#532f00) fur coat with no sleeves(that does not count as hide armor) and a sheathed greatsword strapped to my back behind a matching dark brown (#532f00) backpack. The rest of my clothing is cheap and simple, and has a mix of brown, red, and, white garments.
I sit by the hearth to warm and dry myself, staring deep into the fire. I quietly tune and strum my lute. https://youtu.be/i4n-shryN4A
Ashild comes in to the tavern soaked, though looking at her it is fairly apparent she doesn't care all that much. She is a 5'6" Tamal with skin like dark charcoal (#3b4145). She has her dark gray-ish red (#5e2020) hair tied up in a ponytail which reaches about to her shoulders. She is dressed very plainly, with a plain white shirt and brown pants with brown boots that rest right below her knees. Over top she wears plain leather armor and a very simple brown cloak that seems quite wet at this point. Her clothes are muddy with various blood stains and even a few visible burn markings. One thing that stands out are bracers around her arms which seem very ornate and taken care of compared to the rest of her clothes. She wears two shortswords around her waist on each side, and on her back is a pack as well as a longbow.
As she walks in she looks around the tavern at the various patrons. Her eyes zero in on the strangers sitting at Gerb's usual table. She takes a seat nearby and just watches the door for Gerb while also making subtle glances over at the two strangers at his table. She mutters quietly to herself "damn it Gerb, they'd better not get in my way."
Ashild was still looking around but happens to catch one of the two strangers saying something about monsters. At the word "Monster" she immediately jolts up, grabs her cloak which had been hanging on her chair, and walks over to this table. She looks at the elderly elf very intently. Her eyes are a deep red like a raging fire (#eb0000). She puts her cloak on the chair but doesn't sit down, instead leaning down with her hands braced against the table. "what do you know about the mission? Did Gerb mention anything to you explicitly about monster hunting?" She doesn't sound mad at all, but rather she sounds incredibly excited with a smile on her face.
Yseth raises his head. You see his aquamarine skin and wet, unkempt prussian blue hair in his face. He looks over to Wu, "I think it's best we just wait for Gerb." he croaks out in a raspy tone. He pulls a copper from his pouch and begins spinning it like a top on the table. "If he ever gets here..."
Ashild sits down, seeming disappointed. "Don't you seem a tad old to be doing this?" she askes. There is no malice or sarcasm in her voice, it is asked very matter-of-factly. "If we are going to have to work together I want to make sure everyone is pulling their own weight, I don't want to be slowed down."
Looking at Yseth, in a very straight laced tone, Wu responds “Punctuality is not about time, but rather commitment. I have faith Gerb will not be long.”
Turning her head to Ashild, Wu responds to her question, “No age or time of life has a monopoly on success.” Wu meets Ashild’s lack of hostility with an equal amount, however in a more tranquil tone.
A middle aged Beld barmaid comes around to take your food and drink. Setting down the ale Yseth ordered she turns to the elf and the bright eyed Tamal.
Do you order anything?
Turkey leg) 3sp
Ale Cup/Pint) 3cp /5cp
clean water Cup) 1cp
Soup of the Day Bowl) 2 cp
Mechanics:
I'll add and deduct Money and Items from your sheets But you are responsible for Managing your equipment, health, spells, abilities, and Attunement(for magic items) Etc.
I will also Manage Long Rests so don't press that button. We will explore what is better for short rests.
Ashild looks up at the barmaid. "Turkey leg and a cup of ale, thanks." She then looks back at Wu and and Yseth, "So I guess you two know Gerb huh? What jobs have you guys done for him?"
Yseth looks over to Ashild and says, "A couple. Only maritime hunts though... I don't... need to get into the details, but you can rest assured I know what I'm doing." He chugs down the last few gulps of his ale. "And the gods know, I could use the coin."
Ashild looks over to Yseth in surprise, "Maritime you say? Interesting, I myself spent a good portion of my childhood at sea and along coasts." She then looks over at Wu, "What about you?"
“Ah. I’ve worked with Gerb for a few months. Jobs here and there. I take whatever is new to me. Fighting repetitive opponents truly can dull ones aptitude for battle.” Wu responds to Ashild “it’s important to be keen and learn as much as you can.”
"A pint of ale, and something strong if you can." I hand her a silver piece.
After getting it, I waltz over to the Gerb table.
"Only thing the sea is good for is fish and dumping bodies." I say bluntly to the party, in a voice that's admittedly trying a little too hard to be scruffy.
"But I wouldn't mind the pay, wherever we're going."
The cobblestone streets of Pett are littered with mud and puddles as a cold, steady rain descends upon the fishing town in the northern region of Tirriax. You climb with purpose up the slick, rickety steps of the Sinking Stools Tavern. You enter into a warm and mostly dry hearth.
The bustling of the tavern is familiar to you, Gerb’s favorite ale is a frequent trade for new jobs and information. There are quite a few people in the tavern, mostly Beld and a few humans, and many voices mingle together with music into a constant hum over the crackling of a fireplace. Gerb’s usual table in the back right corner is vacant, You figure you must be early.
What do you do?
Yseth darts his glance around, keeping his hood up despite the fact it is soaked with rain. He decides to sit down at the empty table in the back right corner, facing the entrance. He sits and waits; if a barmaid comes over to take his order, he orders a single ale. He keeps his head down and fiddles with the ring on his finger.
Walking towards Gerb’s table at a surprisingly brisk pace for a woman of her age, was a tall, thin, elven woman wearing black topaz sunglasses, a purple gi that goes to her shins and black pants. Over her shoulders is a fur-lined coat resting on her shoulders. She has a face that shows age and black hair that is tied back however she has some loose hairs that are in-between her ear and cheek. When she arrived at Gerb’s vacant table she took a seat. She silently gives the Beld sitting across from a nod.
Ashild comes in to the tavern soaked, though looking at her it is fairly apparent she doesn't care all that much. She is a 5'6" Tamal with skin like dark charcoal (#3b4145). She has her dark gray-ish red (#5e2020) hair tied up in a ponytail which reaches about to her shoulders. She is dressed very plainly, with a plain white shirt and brown pants with brown boots that rest right below her knees. Over top she wears plain leather armor and a very simple brown cloak that seems quite wet at this point. Her clothes are muddy with various blood stains and even a few visible burn markings. One thing that stands out are bracers around her arms which seem very ornate and taken care of compared to the rest of her clothes. She wears two shortswords around her waist on each side, and on her back is a pack as well as a longbow.
As she walks in she looks around the tavern at the various patrons. Her eyes zero in on the strangers sitting at Gerb's usual table. She takes a seat nearby and just watches the door for Gerb while also making subtle glances over at the two strangers at his table. She mutters quietly to herself "damn it Gerb, they'd better not get in my way."
To break the silence Wu looks to Yseth.
“So I’m assuming we’ll be working together on this upcoming mission. What sort of monster do you think we’ll encounter?”
Ashild was still looking around but happens to catch one of the two strangers saying something about monsters. At the word "Monster" she immediately jolts up, grabs her cloak which had been hanging on her chair, and walks over to this table. She looks at the elderly elf very intently. Her eyes are a deep red like a raging fire (#eb0000). She puts her cloak on the chair but doesn't sit down, instead leaning down with her hands braced against the table. "what do you know about the mission? Did Gerb mention anything to you explicitly about monster hunting?" She doesn't sound mad at all, but rather she sounds incredibly excited with a smile on her face.
Wu, sitting composed, looked up at the Tamal and replied “I know as much as you do.”
Yseth raises his head. You see his aquamarine skin and wet, unkempt prussian blue hair in his face. He looks over to Wu, "I think it's best we just wait for Gerb." he croaks out in a raspy tone. He pulls a copper from his pouch and begins spinning it like a top on the table. "If he ever gets here..."
Ashild sits down, seeming disappointed. "Don't you seem a tad old to be doing this?" she askes. There is no malice or sarcasm in her voice, it is asked very matter-of-factly. "If we are going to have to work together I want to make sure everyone is pulling their own weight, I don't want to be slowed down."
Looking at Yseth, in a very straight laced tone, Wu responds “Punctuality is not about time, but rather commitment. I have faith Gerb will not be long.”
Turning her head to Ashild, Wu responds to her question, “No age or time of life has a monopoly on success.” Wu meets Ashild’s lack of hostility with an equal amount, however in a more tranquil tone.
A middle aged Beld barmaid comes around to take your food and drink. Setting down the ale Yseth ordered she turns to the elf and the bright eyed Tamal.
Do you order anything?
Turkey leg) 3sp
Ale Cup/Pint) 3cp /5cp
clean water Cup) 1cp
Soup of the Day Bowl) 2 cp
Mechanics:
I'll add and deduct Money and Items from your sheets But you are responsible for Managing your equipment, health, spells, abilities, and Attunement(for magic items) Etc.
I will also Manage Long Rests so don't press that button. We will explore what is better for short rests.
“A turkey leg and a glass of water please.” Wu pays the amount to the barmaid.
Ashild looks up at the barmaid. "Turkey leg and a cup of ale, thanks." She then looks back at Wu and and Yseth, "So I guess you two know Gerb huh? What jobs have you guys done for him?"
Yseth looks over to Ashild and says, "A couple. Only maritime hunts though... I don't... need to get into the details, but you can rest assured I know what I'm doing." He chugs down the last few gulps of his ale. "And the gods know, I could use the coin."
Ashild looks over to Yseth in surprise, "Maritime you say? Interesting, I myself spent a good portion of my childhood at sea and along coasts." She then looks over at Wu, "What about you?"
“Ah. I’ve worked with Gerb for a few months. Jobs here and there. I take whatever is new to me. Fighting repetitive opponents truly can dull ones aptitude for battle.” Wu responds to Ashild “it’s important to be keen and learn as much as you can.”
"A pint of ale, and something strong if you can." I hand her a silver piece.
After getting it, I waltz over to the Gerb table.
"Only thing the sea is good for is fish and dumping bodies." I say bluntly to the party, in a voice that's admittedly trying a little too hard to be scruffy.
"But I wouldn't mind the pay, wherever we're going."
Ashild doesn't look up but mutters to herself quietly "******* great...another one. Did Gerb get half the town on this? Gods damn it."