Another day in the Tavern

[Xavim]

Just then the assembled adventurers hear the tell tail stagger of the tiefling, entering the room. His yellow eyes glance over them all before he speaks.

"You had offered to help us leave this plane, and so I am hear to ensure our agreement is met. We dispel your curse, while you aid us in leaving this drudge of a Prime world. My talents are numerous, and my prowess considerable. You will not regret having me along."

One by one you come to the realisation that he knew all that had traspired here. Somehow he had been able to scry the room during Seth's administrations Inspite of the druid's barrior.

Turning to look to the lady once more his eyes seem to pierce her, looking through her to her very soul. His mind touches all around him, hearing their thoughts as clearly as if they were spoken aloud.

"What say you? ... My Lady."

 

[Leenaria The Pixie]

She looks to the tiefling, "Alright, I see nothing wrong with having another join us and giving the group his expertise in skills. However, the curse cannot be removed, instead we are heading out in the morning to seek the circlet which will rid me of the curse as long as I wear it. The only drawback is if I ever take it off then I shall die instantly, no resurrection coul help me then. Well, enough of that, do you need a room to stay in? I could pay one for you if you'd like."

 

[Lord Tarran]

At just that moment, Tarran walks back into the room, carrying a satchel, obviously bulked down. He throws it onto the bed, as he realizes everyone is gawking at him. He had nearly forgotten his fullplate armor, made of glimmering dragon scales. All give him a what is that look.

That bag is stuffed with about ten of all the stuff you asked for. And would you stop staring. So I wear moon dragon plate! Whats the problem? The dragon gave me the hide willingly! It saves me alot a trouble, and makes it so I don't have to stay in fast wolf all the time.

He sees the tiefling.

Oh, hello! I'm Tarran, Druid of the Grove Of Wolfsong, you are?

 

[Xavim]

"I am Xavim, a native of Glabhelror, the 383rd layer of the Abyss. Through circumstances that are at this time unknown to me, I found one of my innate powers went ary, leaving me stranded on this Prime world. Without a guarentee that whatever circumstance that disrupted my planar abilities has passed, I dare not attempt to shift again, lest I find myself in someplace much more hostile to Tanar'ri than a simple prime."

Though hunched strangely, and seemingly offbalanced, the little fiend seems terribly confident in itself and stares at you with fire in its eyes, Impressed at the sight of the armour of course, but lacking no confidence in himself. He still wears his multitude of garments, and he throws his hood back, revealing his features to the full light.

 

[Lord Tarran]

Tarran blinks a few times before responding, and then it is slowed and halted.

Nice to meet you, I think.

While staring back into the eyes of the tiefling with his own frightening and soul piercing stare, he sends a thought message to Elona.

Were you aware he's straight from the Abyss? Remind me, once we get moving, to stay close to you at all times. By the way, while we are on that thought, how well do you ride? I don't suppose you were ever trained to worg ride? I have a saddle that I can use if you don't want to walk, but I must say that supplies to be carried by someone who isn't me. I might be strong in wolf form, but if we meet trouble, I'll need you to get off so I can fight well. The saddle is melded into my armor when I shapeshift. Also, I trust he wants to help, but only for himself. I'll watch him. We'll see how things go.

 

[Lord Tarran]

{OOC: GOD DAMN DOUBLE POSTS!}

 

[Lord Tarran]

I'll go see if I can secure mounts for us.
The werewolf says as he walks out the door. HE looks at Elona.
You know how to reach me if you need me.

{OOC: This is my stop for the night, gentlemen. I'll get on again at about 5 EST tommorrow. Goodnight.}

 

[JasperDm]

For those who are interested:

Seth, the quintessential mortif Dustman.

 

[Xavim]

OOC You DO realise that's a picture of a woman right?

 

[JasperDm]

(Try reloading, if you get a raggedy-haired elf-thing in nasty burlap cloth, I'd argue that the gender is even perceptible. But Seth is thin, and lanky, and looks like a starved elf crackhead anyway. If you get the lithe chick with the sword...that was a mistake.)