Even Newer Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man
H.M.Gimlord
Explorer
Eithal follows Fredrock and the militarily regaled woman.
Cleverusername
First Post
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Well...Corvus' Direct the Strike allows a basic attack...that could be used to grant ranged attacks (as long as you're within 10) [/sblock]
Corvus watches as the group begins to leave, but there's something nagging at the back of his mind, preventing the aged warrior from rushing headlong outside with the others. It may be intuition, nerves, fear, or perhaps even fate staying his hand, but Corvus trusts in his feelings and waits, even if he has to catch up to the others if it passes.
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So, until Tomalak decides on what he/she does I'll wait to jump in right? [/sblock]
Son of Meepo
First Post
Gurk gets up and walks out of the tavern as well.
Cleverusername
First Post
The middle-aged man shakes off the feeling and decides sitting around isn't going to solve anything. He heads outside, a few steps behind the others.
Voda Vosa
First Post
Mr. Simpletown and Mrs Tine bid you farewell as you exit the tavern, resolved to bring justice over the predicament of Mr Gimo Tine
Voda Vosa
First Post
As the doors swing open again, a stout gigantic frame shades the light from outside. The first step into the tavern, and the closing door behind reveals the obscured figure. A creature made of... dirt. A golem one might think. An earth golem? Golems were made of stone, even clay. But Earth?
The creature gives a few steps inside and his features come out clearer.
Each steps makes a small amount of dirt and derbies to fall from his shoulders and joints, and also shakes a small seedling, sprouting from the back of the "thing".
The only feature that identifies him is his three finger hands and feet. A warforged.
Non the less, a strange one. This seems to lack the brilliant eye sockets, or the metal parts. Entirely made of stone and earth, even his hammer, which hangs from his hand seems to have been carved out of the stone in one piece.
The warforged walks a few steps inside, and the bouncer, after recovering from the sight, dare to say "P-Please, state your name."
The creature turns to behold him for several uncomfortable moments. Then he turns and walks to an unoccupied space next to the northern wall, and stands there, stationary. The sun that filters from the windows illuminates the vibrant green seedling.
"Earth, is how I am addressed." the warforged stated at last, with a voice that resembled sliding rocks.
Level 7 warforged warden awaiting approval
Hey Erekose, I couldn't fit Callen in my adventure but at least I can supply a waiting partner for Callen
The creature gives a few steps inside and his features come out clearer.
Each steps makes a small amount of dirt and derbies to fall from his shoulders and joints, and also shakes a small seedling, sprouting from the back of the "thing".
The only feature that identifies him is his three finger hands and feet. A warforged.
Non the less, a strange one. This seems to lack the brilliant eye sockets, or the metal parts. Entirely made of stone and earth, even his hammer, which hangs from his hand seems to have been carved out of the stone in one piece.
The warforged walks a few steps inside, and the bouncer, after recovering from the sight, dare to say "P-Please, state your name."
The creature turns to behold him for several uncomfortable moments. Then he turns and walks to an unoccupied space next to the northern wall, and stands there, stationary. The sun that filters from the windows illuminates the vibrant green seedling.
"Earth, is how I am addressed." the warforged stated at last, with a voice that resembled sliding rocks.
Level 7 warforged warden awaiting approval
Hey Erekose, I couldn't fit Callen in my adventure but at least I can supply a waiting partner for Callen
