City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[Steve Jung]

Charlarn of Phyrah: Male human cleric 3/ranger 1

The door opens and a young man enters. He's of average height with a wiry build. He says, "Greetings. I am Charlarn of Phyrah. I and my friends have just captured a bandit lord and taken him to the Road Wardens." He sees the others and walks over to them "How are you. Is there any word of Irene?" Hearing a negative response, he shakes his head. Charlarn mutters to himself, "I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into." Louder he says, "May lady Phyrah guide you safely home, Irene."

 

[Velmont]

Rinaldo spots the healer as he enter the Inn. He looks at him with a smile and the only eye he has left, as the other is refreshing itself under the piece of meat he maintain on it. As he come to the table, he welcome him and listen to the discussion, which have been now repeated too many time. "Charlarn, so, what are you planning, friend? Nurlan just recieved an offer from some authority from Monemvassia"

 

[Steve Jung]

Rinaldo spots the healer as he enter the Inn. He looks at him with a smile and the only eye he has left, as the other is refreshing itself under the piece of meat he maintain on it. As he come to the table, he welcome him and listen to the discussion, which have been now repeated too many time. "Charlarn, so, what are you planning, friend? Nurlan just recieved an offer from some authority from Monemvassia"

"I'll have to decline, I'm afraid. I've been doing a lot of traveling recently. I need to sit and write of my experiences and deliver them to the temple of Phyrah."

OOC: I've read and run L2: Assassin's Knot, so I'd know too many spoilers. Sorry.

 

[Velmont]

"I'm sorry to hear that, Charlarn. You are a great travel companion, and you skills, and the one of Phyrah would have both be welcomed. I hope to see you soon travelling with me."

 

[orsal]

"I'll have to decline, I'm afraid. I've been doing a lot of traveling recently. I need to sit and write of my experiences and deliver them to the temple of Phyrah."

Nurlan replies, "All the best to you then. May the Searcher inspire you. Anyway, it was good to see you again. Now, on to Monemvassia, is it just the six of us? Mr. Vossinger, I have a horse hitched outside, so if it's only the carriage size that limits the party size, I could ride separately."

 

[Timothy]

Roddick the Longing, Barbarian 1

The door of the Inn opens and an elf stumbles in. He is long (for an elf, 5'8'') and heavily armed, with a glaive and 5 javelins on his back and a long sword hanging from his belt. His long blond hairs are uncombed and dirty, just like the rest of his equipment. Strong, bare arms appear from his chaincovered torso. The elf walks to an empty table where he sits down, puts his head in his hands and starts crying.

If you approach him, you can still smell a faint hint of liquor and body odour of somebody who hasn't seen soap in quite a while. If you look through the gap between his arms to his chest, you see hanging a small medaillon.

 

[Manzanita]

Vossinger

"Ah." says Vossinger. "The carriage is for more than transport. We must travel annonomously in it. And we would prefer not too many lips were in on this. If you can confine your group to six, we would much appreciate it. I'll be going then. You can't miss the carriage outside. It is large, armored, and, " he can't help a glance at Nurlan's cloak, "bedecked in the royal colors of Monemvassia."

He bows slightly, stiff-backed. Then turns and heads for the door.

 

[orsal]

"Ah." says Vossinger. "The carriage is for more than transport. We must travel annonomously in it. And we would prefer not too many lips were in on this. If you can confine your group to six, we would much appreciate it. I'll be going then. You can't miss the carriage outside. It is large, armored, and, " he can't help a glance at Nurlan's cloak, "bedecked in the royal colors of Monemvassia."

He bows slightly, stiff-backed. Then turns and heads for the door.

"Fair enough", says Nurlan. "So, did we decide on me, Tenebrynn, Ashnar, Rinaldo, Eanos and Mordik? Nezrak, Eroin, I've enjoyed meeting you. Perhaps our paths will cross again. And I'm sure another job opportunity will come soon." As he speaks he takes off the cloak, folds it and stuffs it in his pack, revealing a the much more mundane explorer's outfit he normally wears while travelling. To Joe he says, "It looks like I can't take my horse, Lordy, with me on this trip. If I leave him here, could you or your people feed him while I'm gone? I could leave you some money for his upkeep."

 

[Steve Jung]

Charlarn of Phyrah: Male human cleric 3/ranger 1

Charlarn embraces his friends. "Lady Phyrah, guide these travelers to their destination. May the wind be at your backs, my friends." After they leave, Charlarn goes to his room and changes into his vestments. He looks at an arrow hole in his chain shirt and casts mending to repair the damage. He gathers writing materials out of his pack, grabs his shield and returns to the common room to write.

 

[Zweihänder]

Eroin bows slightly to Nurlan, requests a room from Joe, and goes there to meditate.

OOC: : and wait to be approved officially...