narayan
Explorer
At Jabbar's Trade Shop
Jabbar shares a glance of intrigue with the others as he opens the door revealing a cloaked and sodden-wet elven lass with a black-stained longbow slung across her shoulder and two quivers by her side.
Jabbar: Regards the young high elf with a look of curiosity and pity as he states. "I am Jabbar. Please come inside out of the rain, the streets are dangerous tonight." He states with a tone of plain concern and polite invitation.
Jabbar appears to in his late forties and thin, yet still evidently fit and strong. He is clearly Akhenaten by birth, with darkly tanned skin, well-weathered by the sun, and short-cropped grey hair and a beard. You note a pale scar across his jaw and cheekbone that carries on down the side of his neck and likely across his shoulder and down his back currently covered by his tunic. By the look of it the scar isn’t very old, perhaps a year or two at most? His eyes are clever & experienced, yet darkly intelligent.
The common room past the door appears to have a hearth, a small kitchen, a table, and enough chairs to sit six. It is also already cramped with a very interesting group of strangers.
_______Avar_______
Beside Jabbar stands a sour-looking sundered dwarf (4'10" tall) in a deeply soiled and unkempt bearskin cloak over a rough-worn leather tunic pulled open partway at the chest revealing a tattoo across his lower neck that looks like broken chain-links? You glimpse more chain-link tattoo's around his forearms as he stands with his arms crossed.
[Aletia: Make a Knowledge: Local Check to recognize the significance of those tattoo's]
The sundered dwarf has a warrior's build with the characteristically pale skin of his race within a mop of curled hair and beard grown wild and untrimmed, so black they look almost tinged with blue. His leather leggings are stuffed into tall moccasins strapped around his shins. At his waistband he carries a bone-handled hunting knife and horn-handled throwing axe. Despite the beard, you'd guess this dwarf to be barely an adult by dwarven standards (which is still younger than an elf of the same standard) but there's enough confidence behind his grey eyes to give you the impression he can take care of himself.
_______Burrai________
Behind them are another pair of dwarves, specifically mountain dwarves. Both a male and female. The male has the look of a veteran mercenary, standing 4'9" with thick arms and shoulders built on the forge and exercised on the battlefield. This one hasn’t got the typical barrel gut of a dwarf his age, instead he’s thick like a tree, almost square. Other details are there, hinting at a deeper discipline. His beard is neat, short, little more than a heavy goatee. His hair too is cropped close – not the flamboyant Mohawks of a berserker, or the shaved skull of a thug, but a clear sign of a dwarf who appreciates neatness. Both are black, striated with grey.
His proud Dwarven face – complete with heavy square jaw, bold nose and dark brown eyes is bisected from hairline to chin by a ragged scar, worse even than Jabbar's and poorly healed. The skin to either side is ruffled and raised like a burn, almost like a fault in the skin. His left eye is almost closed; the socket little more than a deep pit with a dark jewel folded inside. His nose has been broken at least once, deviating sharply. Other shallow gashes, white lines and shirt creases, adorn his chin and right cheek. One thick calloused hand holds a massive dwarven war axe while the other carries a heavy steel shield.
*Note: There is evidence this dwarf typically wears heavy plate armor; although I can't remember at this point if he's currently wearing it?
________Elloral________
The female dwarf, is middle-aged with wise brown eyes dressed in plain grey robes carrying a heavy walking staff. Her once yellow hair, now mostly gray, is kept in two large braids that hang before her battered steel breastplate, clasped with heavy silver bands bearing a unique holy symbol.
[Aletia: Make a Knowledge: Religion Check to recognize her holy symbol]
Of everyone inside, she appears to be the friendliest and most peaceful as she regards you with a warm smile.
_________Ersun__________
Clearly not human, this one has a build that resembles a stout elf with ash gray skin; large, deep set jade eyes and even larger ears. His silvery-white hair is cut short on the front, but kept in a long braid at the back, reaching halfway down his back. He has thick eyebrows and a round beard on his bony face. Although his hair and beard have been grown for quite a while he is no more than twenty-five years old, and moves firmly with the fitness of youth. He has a calm, collected presence, and speaks with a rumbling baritone voice.
His choice of clothes is somewhere between elegant and practical for travel, never knowing what to expect next. It roughly consists of a pair of heavy boots, leather breeches, belt, shirt, a fine chain shirt, a vest, a coat, a well-loaded backpack, and a modest leather hat to keep off the sun. He also carries a sword sheath about the size of a long-knife on his back.
[Aletia: Make a Knowledge: Dungeoneering Check to recognize his race]
_________Ren___________
A small cloaked figure with a long rats tail stands beside the odd non-human stranger. Beneath his hood you glimpse large dark eyes and a whiskered snout, this can only be a rhat... a city rat most likely given the dark grey coloration of his fur.
[Aletia: What do you do? By no means does this group appear to be sociable and relaxing. They've clearly been through a hell of a day. All appear fatigued and tense (some more than others) and there is a general mood of stress and an attitude of perceived danger behind their eyes.]
Jabbar shares a glance of intrigue with the others as he opens the door revealing a cloaked and sodden-wet elven lass with a black-stained longbow slung across her shoulder and two quivers by her side.
Jabbar: Regards the young high elf with a look of curiosity and pity as he states. "I am Jabbar. Please come inside out of the rain, the streets are dangerous tonight." He states with a tone of plain concern and polite invitation.
Jabbar appears to in his late forties and thin, yet still evidently fit and strong. He is clearly Akhenaten by birth, with darkly tanned skin, well-weathered by the sun, and short-cropped grey hair and a beard. You note a pale scar across his jaw and cheekbone that carries on down the side of his neck and likely across his shoulder and down his back currently covered by his tunic. By the look of it the scar isn’t very old, perhaps a year or two at most? His eyes are clever & experienced, yet darkly intelligent.
The common room past the door appears to have a hearth, a small kitchen, a table, and enough chairs to sit six. It is also already cramped with a very interesting group of strangers.
_______Avar_______
Beside Jabbar stands a sour-looking sundered dwarf (4'10" tall) in a deeply soiled and unkempt bearskin cloak over a rough-worn leather tunic pulled open partway at the chest revealing a tattoo across his lower neck that looks like broken chain-links? You glimpse more chain-link tattoo's around his forearms as he stands with his arms crossed.
[Aletia: Make a Knowledge: Local Check to recognize the significance of those tattoo's]
The sundered dwarf has a warrior's build with the characteristically pale skin of his race within a mop of curled hair and beard grown wild and untrimmed, so black they look almost tinged with blue. His leather leggings are stuffed into tall moccasins strapped around his shins. At his waistband he carries a bone-handled hunting knife and horn-handled throwing axe. Despite the beard, you'd guess this dwarf to be barely an adult by dwarven standards (which is still younger than an elf of the same standard) but there's enough confidence behind his grey eyes to give you the impression he can take care of himself.
_______Burrai________
Behind them are another pair of dwarves, specifically mountain dwarves. Both a male and female. The male has the look of a veteran mercenary, standing 4'9" with thick arms and shoulders built on the forge and exercised on the battlefield. This one hasn’t got the typical barrel gut of a dwarf his age, instead he’s thick like a tree, almost square. Other details are there, hinting at a deeper discipline. His beard is neat, short, little more than a heavy goatee. His hair too is cropped close – not the flamboyant Mohawks of a berserker, or the shaved skull of a thug, but a clear sign of a dwarf who appreciates neatness. Both are black, striated with grey.
His proud Dwarven face – complete with heavy square jaw, bold nose and dark brown eyes is bisected from hairline to chin by a ragged scar, worse even than Jabbar's and poorly healed. The skin to either side is ruffled and raised like a burn, almost like a fault in the skin. His left eye is almost closed; the socket little more than a deep pit with a dark jewel folded inside. His nose has been broken at least once, deviating sharply. Other shallow gashes, white lines and shirt creases, adorn his chin and right cheek. One thick calloused hand holds a massive dwarven war axe while the other carries a heavy steel shield.
*Note: There is evidence this dwarf typically wears heavy plate armor; although I can't remember at this point if he's currently wearing it?
________Elloral________
The female dwarf, is middle-aged with wise brown eyes dressed in plain grey robes carrying a heavy walking staff. Her once yellow hair, now mostly gray, is kept in two large braids that hang before her battered steel breastplate, clasped with heavy silver bands bearing a unique holy symbol.
[Aletia: Make a Knowledge: Religion Check to recognize her holy symbol]
Of everyone inside, she appears to be the friendliest and most peaceful as she regards you with a warm smile.
_________Ersun__________
Clearly not human, this one has a build that resembles a stout elf with ash gray skin; large, deep set jade eyes and even larger ears. His silvery-white hair is cut short on the front, but kept in a long braid at the back, reaching halfway down his back. He has thick eyebrows and a round beard on his bony face. Although his hair and beard have been grown for quite a while he is no more than twenty-five years old, and moves firmly with the fitness of youth. He has a calm, collected presence, and speaks with a rumbling baritone voice.
His choice of clothes is somewhere between elegant and practical for travel, never knowing what to expect next. It roughly consists of a pair of heavy boots, leather breeches, belt, shirt, a fine chain shirt, a vest, a coat, a well-loaded backpack, and a modest leather hat to keep off the sun. He also carries a sword sheath about the size of a long-knife on his back.
[Aletia: Make a Knowledge: Dungeoneering Check to recognize his race]
_________Ren___________
A small cloaked figure with a long rats tail stands beside the odd non-human stranger. Beneath his hood you glimpse large dark eyes and a whiskered snout, this can only be a rhat... a city rat most likely given the dark grey coloration of his fur.
[Aletia: What do you do? By no means does this group appear to be sociable and relaxing. They've clearly been through a hell of a day. All appear fatigued and tense (some more than others) and there is a general mood of stress and an attitude of perceived danger behind their eyes.]
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