Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
"Lets invite the dwarf to our table and so we can talk to him about it, OK?" says the hulk of warforged then he hollers at the dwarf, "hey, dwarf here in the back, come!" and beckons the dwarf to the table were the 2 giths sits and Callen sleeps in his chair and the huge warforged stands by it
Kama'zer nods her head full of long red hair at Soldier's suggestion. "Indeed. Back here sir dwarf. I would be interested in your opportunity for employment as well." says the female Githyanki at the table with the Warforged, the male Githyanki, and the sleeping human.
OOC: If you can wait a day or two to begin this, we may have a couple others returning that are former adventuring mates of the three that are here now. Erekose is Callen's player and he should return on the 16th maybe. Oh, and my character Kama'zer is a lvl 4 Warlord.
Ts'iri comes back downstairs looking much cleaner than when she'd left. She see her companions sitting at a table and makes her way ovet to it. She makes her way over and takes a seat there.
OCC: I'll be posting slow until my computer's 100% fixed. Please post around her/drag her along if need be.
7 Rabbit hurries over to the table in relief. "Hello! Hello, everybody!" He nods at the adventurers and sits.
"Before we start I should admit that I really don't have any idea what we'll be facing, or if I'll even have anything for you to do! I just have a name to investigate, and I've been on enough quests - well, I've been on one - well, I know enough to know that I should have some stout swordarms to back me up before I go charging in."
"My name is Seven Rabbit, court astronomer to the Kingdom of Glad Weeping in the Valley of Bone. Before we begin, may I know your names and what you do?"
Nodding to Ts'iri as she appears, Kama'zer goes on to greet the dwarf and prospective employer. Holding up one palm facing outward, the Githyanki female with armor and shield speaks, "Greetings, 7 Rabbit. I am Kama'zer Anma'giduu, warrior and tactical combat leader. If you choose to hire us, I predict you shall be pleased with the result. Our group has experience working with one another and have overcome many difficult challenges including fighting the fire and those responsible for it here in Daunton not long ago."
OOC: Glad you could make it, elecgraystone! Wouldn't be the same without Ts'iri to kill all the minions with her icy armor!
"Greetings, I am called Soldier because that is what I am" says the huge brass-colored warforged then looks at the newcomer's gear curiously, "You look AWESOME!! and what's a court astronomer?" the arcane hulk asks with a childish curiosity.
"I'm Ts'iri. I quess you could call be an arcane skirmisher, though I'm far from helpless in melee. You'll find I'm also quite hard to hurt." Ts'iri smiles and waits for the others to speak.
"Indeed." Mri'Thas nods to Ts`iri. "I'm Mri'Thas, a scholar of sorts. Most call me a wizard, although I believe such characterizations are poor witted. Titles and names are not important." Declares the githyanki male.
__________________ English is NOT my native language!
Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
This stupid laptop has a "go back" button RIGHT ABOVE the left-arrow key, and I keep hitting it right on the fifth or sixth paragraph of my posts! On every other site I post it, hitting "go back" and then "go forward" brings back the text you were typing, but not this one!
Well, I don't have any time to redo it, I've gotta go. I'm going to be out of town until Thursday, I'll post again then.
7 Rabbit explains what an astronomer is to Soldier, thanks everyone for stopping the fire before it consumed the library where he spent the last month, and says that he'll explain what's going on when he's sure nobody else will be joining. He also expresses an opinion that they have a good range of skills now, but they might want a sneaky person along.
I know not about zees armiez but zer iz somezing suzpizious. Lord Belingras vill explain more. Follow me.
OOC
I'll open the thread tonight when I get the chance, I sent another message to Brain letting him know the thread is opening. If he doesnt post there in a day or so we'll proceed sans Vixo.
In a dark corner, a naked, indigo-skinned man appears, curled in the fetal position. The inn is full of noise and activity, and nobody seems to notice as the man opens eyes his eyes and blinks. He sits up and looks around, face somewhat blank, as though he is gazing at something very distant. Apparently unashamed of his nakedness, he stands up and walks quietly to the door of the Hanged Man and out into the night.
Present day:
A tall, slender man with indigo skin quietly enters the tavern. He is simply dressed, in peasant garb and worn leathers, with a turban concealing his hair, if he has any. "It seems this one has returned home," he murmurs softly, quirking his mouth into the tiniest hint of a smile.
Seeing a serving boy, he bows very deeply. "This person of no consequence is called One-Who-Waits," he says. "He is most ashamed to inconvenience the honored host with his request for food. Doubtless he lacks the cultivation necessary to appreciate the honored host's fine provender; therefore he would gratefully accept whatever poor morsel the honored host might feel is not adequate to feed the animals." One-Who-Waits delivers his speech and his bow with gentle dignity, and without any hint of irony.
The boy, somewhat bemused, soon returns with bread and soup.
Critics of violence say that such short-term approaches only leave
other, greater problems in their wake. But as violence advocates are quick
to point out, a great majority of these problems can easily be fixed with
more violence.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the tavern, a bizarre sound test seems to be taking place.
Rhole, a quirky flamboyantly-dressed gnome with huge hair rolled up into cylinders, is strumming his lute-like component instrument, the Great Ultra-Intense Thundering Audio Ripper. His outrageously long goatee is unrolled from the chin and somehow connected to serve as strings on the instrument.
On his shoulder perches Rock, his miniscule gargoyle assistant and bass player. Currently, the tiny stone creature is ringing a comparably tiny percussion triangle while going through a solfège routine.
“Mi mi mi miii!” it chirps.
Rhole subtly plucks his strings in response, somehow “tuning” his hair to match the tone. This goes on for some time until locks and curls are properly attuned, infrequently tested with short musical pieces of groovy rhythm and wailing riffs.
***
The front door creaks open and a shady elf slips in, glancing around the hall. Rudely ignoring the name-declaration tradition, the discretely clad fey creeps past patrons until looming near Rhole and presenting a piece of parchment.
“Ah!” smiles the gnome and reaches for a quill. “Who shall I adress the autograph to?”
The elf gives a look of confusion, then hands over the parchment and leaves without a word. Upon closer inspection, Rhole discovers it to be some sort of letter for him and he quickly skims through it.
A smile quickly spreads from cheek to cheek and on conclusion he stuffs it somewhere under his vest, gives a parting bow to the tavern patrons, and hurries out of the tavern as well (almost bumping into One-Who-Waits at the door).
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