The Thirsty Gnoll was not the type of place that was conducive to long stays. In fact, with the itching you were all currently forced to endure due to a population of lice that seemed to compete with the rats for breeding trophies, you wished you were out of here post haste.
But the days dragged on as you waited for Tarvoden to come collect you all and so you did as best you could. One way to pass the time was by determining just who in the Abyss the other people were, who seemed involved in this endeavour.
Your magnificent host, a stringy man of greyed clothing and greyed whiskers and greyed demeanor, was someone you had long given up hope of ever getting a decent conversation out of. It seemed to you that he, Jeddeb the Bartender, had a vocabulary consisting solely of the words, "Are yah gonna pay fer dat?" Given the quality of service and goods, you were oft tempted to say no...
The accomodations consisted of a narrow building of stout wooden frame on stone foundations rising up three stories in a convoluted series of passageways, stairs and doors. Being that you all were the sole guests, save the odd fellow who drank a bit too much every other night, you pretty much had the best rooms of the house; not that that was saying much.
Why Tarvoden had chosen this as the gathering place, only your god possibly could know. But endure you would until Tarvoden arrived with word of your venture; or at least until things got unbearable.
OOC: Use this time before we start officially to get to know each other a little in character. The posting requirement isn't in effect though, so don't feel like you have to.
But the days dragged on as you waited for Tarvoden to come collect you all and so you did as best you could. One way to pass the time was by determining just who in the Abyss the other people were, who seemed involved in this endeavour.
Your magnificent host, a stringy man of greyed clothing and greyed whiskers and greyed demeanor, was someone you had long given up hope of ever getting a decent conversation out of. It seemed to you that he, Jeddeb the Bartender, had a vocabulary consisting solely of the words, "Are yah gonna pay fer dat?" Given the quality of service and goods, you were oft tempted to say no...
The accomodations consisted of a narrow building of stout wooden frame on stone foundations rising up three stories in a convoluted series of passageways, stairs and doors. Being that you all were the sole guests, save the odd fellow who drank a bit too much every other night, you pretty much had the best rooms of the house; not that that was saying much.
Why Tarvoden had chosen this as the gathering place, only your god possibly could know. But endure you would until Tarvoden arrived with word of your venture; or at least until things got unbearable.
OOC: Use this time before we start officially to get to know each other a little in character. The posting requirement isn't in effect though, so don't feel like you have to.
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