JA"S - The Four Lands - Wandering Heros

[J. Alexander]

After what seems like years of traveling and adventuring and most recently finding yourself the sole survivor of a disaaterous mislead job you have found yourself in a inn called the "The Grey Geese" in the small city of "Misiton" within the Kingdom of Menokin. While still in possession of most of our money, you feel lean and are needing a good job to fix the losses you have occured over the last few months.

Please describe yourself.......

 

[Rhun]

Baelorn “Badaxe” (of the dwarves, son of Rorn, of Clan Foehammer)

Baelorn stands four and a half feet in height, with a stout, solid build. Although he has arms and legs like thick, gnarled oak trees, his movements are agile and nimble. He wears his silvery-white hair and beard long and flowing, and always wears an eye patch over his left eye…whether the eye is missing or not is the topic of some debate among his companions, and Baelorn himself never confirms or denies anything. He has a rough, rugged look to him, dressing in dirty, travel stained clothing of grey, black and neutral shades. He smells of rich earth, tobacco smoke and bitter beer. He bears many scars, a couple of tattoos, and wears a perpetual scowl upon his face...and he never seems to be without his axe or his oddly carved meerschaum pipe.

 

[Lou]

Newson of West Branch

Seated at a table near the bar, a scruffy human male leans over his plate of venison and seems to enjoy every bite. The mug of ale drains quickly as he washes the meal down. His just-beyond-shoulder-length blonde hair is dirty and sets off his bright blue eyes. While he wears a breastplate and carries a curved blade like a man who knows how to use them, the eerie aura of magic is apparent to those who can sense such things. A fancy longbow, two quivers, a backpack, and other traveling goods lay on the floor at his feet. "More ale," he calls to the proprietor.

 

[kinem]

When clad in his full plate armor and with scizores at the end of his arms, Yon Bakerno almost looks more golem than man. But here, out of his armor though with his weapons always in reach, the muscular man with the black hair looks very much the warrior he is, with the scars to prove it.

His choice of food is simple enough: A hunk of roast beef, a hunk of bread, and a pitcher of beer to wash it down with.

 

[ghostcat]

A elf leans his bow and quiver against the wall and takes a seat in the corner. Wearing glistering silver armour, a human would view him as been of average height and very thin, actually he is short and well proportioned for an elf.

Ordering a glass of wine, he looks round the room with piercing blue eyes. Seeing the dwarf, he rises his glass in an acknowledgement.

 

[kinem]

Yon finishes his meal, though not his mug. "That was good. So any ideas on finding work yet?"

 

[Rhun]

Baelorn takes a deep pull on his meerschaum, and blows a heavy plume of fragrant tobacco smoke into the air. He glances over at Yon's words. "Naw. Don't seem to be much goin' on 'round these parts." The dwarf's voice reminds you of the grinding together of two rocks.

 

[J. Alexander]

Sorry guys I thought I had added this to my thread notifications but somehow it was not added so I never saw the posts..

Here we go

As the party is sitting quietly in the inn, minding it's own business and enjoying the excellent fare and beer, a bell begins to sound and most of the crowd looks up in anticipation but not fear "A meeting at this time of night" someone says...and the locals begin to pour out of the bar.

 

[Rhun]

Baelorn glances about with his good eye. He grabs one of the locals with a rough, calloused hand. "What is going on here?"

 

[J. Alexander]

One of the older gaffers stops and say "Tis the public assembly call" Means either a magristrate or the local baron has something to say"