narayan
Explorer
Folg, Mogan, Svexyn
As you approach the inn, back-dropped by the dim light of the distant sunset, you note lanterns are lit by the main entrance with added light spilling from the many windows. Several tents are being erected near the inn with a few odd campfires flaring up. The main entrance is only about maybe four yards ahead of you when one of the double doors suddenly bursts open by an armored half orc who goes sprawling into the sands at your feet.
Steeping out after him is a warrior in well-heeled supple black boots who stands only a couple inches shy of six feet with the look of a swashbuckler and a duelist. A sharp rapier and a short sword hang from an elaborate sword-belt on his hip. He's dressed in a loose tunic and leggings only, absent armor to hinder quick and graceful movements. His hair is long and black, shoulder-length with errant strands dangling across his brow.
He is quite handsome, with well-tanned akhenaten features featuring elaborately trimmed sideburns and a goatee. His eyes possess the bewitching charm of a cobra, yet being bright blue its an easy guess this man is likely of mixed blood, probably Barossan.
The half orc spits blood and starts to stand, growling with rising blood-lust, while the duelist appears calm as a windless sea.
Half-Orc: -Shouts- "You'll pay for that!" He threatens.
Swashbuckler: Raises a brow mockingly. "Only if you make me." He goads with a wicked grin.
Meanwhile immediately behind him several faces peer out of windows and the doorway to watch the fun.
[Svexyn: What do you do?]
As you approach the inn, back-dropped by the dim light of the distant sunset, you note lanterns are lit by the main entrance with added light spilling from the many windows. Several tents are being erected near the inn with a few odd campfires flaring up. The main entrance is only about maybe four yards ahead of you when one of the double doors suddenly bursts open by an armored half orc who goes sprawling into the sands at your feet.
Steeping out after him is a warrior in well-heeled supple black boots who stands only a couple inches shy of six feet with the look of a swashbuckler and a duelist. A sharp rapier and a short sword hang from an elaborate sword-belt on his hip. He's dressed in a loose tunic and leggings only, absent armor to hinder quick and graceful movements. His hair is long and black, shoulder-length with errant strands dangling across his brow.
He is quite handsome, with well-tanned akhenaten features featuring elaborately trimmed sideburns and a goatee. His eyes possess the bewitching charm of a cobra, yet being bright blue its an easy guess this man is likely of mixed blood, probably Barossan.
The half orc spits blood and starts to stand, growling with rising blood-lust, while the duelist appears calm as a windless sea.
Half-Orc: -Shouts- "You'll pay for that!" He threatens.
Swashbuckler: Raises a brow mockingly. "Only if you make me." He goads with a wicked grin.
Meanwhile immediately behind him several faces peer out of windows and the doorway to watch the fun.
[Svexyn: What do you do?]