City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII
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Manzanita
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enter Percy
A woman wanders slowly into the inn. She looks about with a friendly smile. She is young, but carries herself with confidence. She wears gray traveling clothes, under which a pink shirt can be seen. It is her face that draws the most attention. Her eyes are pale blue, her hair strawberry blond, her lips are red and full, her skin very fair. She posseses the sort of beauty that hits many men like a kick in the gut.
A rapier hangs from her belt, and a crossbow rests easily in her left hand. On her shoulder sits a small snowy white owl. "Hi Joe!" she says brightly, then turns to the rest.
"I'm back. You can call me Percy. My friends will be in shortly. Is anyone going to offer me a drink?"
A woman wanders slowly into the inn. She looks about with a friendly smile. She is young, but carries herself with confidence. She wears gray traveling clothes, under which a pink shirt can be seen. It is her face that draws the most attention. Her eyes are pale blue, her hair strawberry blond, her lips are red and full, her skin very fair. She posseses the sort of beauty that hits many men like a kick in the gut.
A rapier hangs from her belt, and a crossbow rests easily in her left hand. On her shoulder sits a small snowy white owl. "Hi Joe!" she says brightly, then turns to the rest.
"I'm back. You can call me Percy. My friends will be in shortly. Is anyone going to offer me a drink?"
nimisgod
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A Deep Halfling clad in a violet owlbear cloak and a dirty white tabard enters the inn. Upon the center of the tabard is a rust red sword pointing downward. The Halfling himself is plain faced, with piercingly blue eyes (with cat-slits) and a bandage at the center of his forehead. A warhammer hangs from his belt while his back bears a pack and his kite shield.
"Ahh the Inn! Greetings, Joe! Percy!" He smiles, though there is some pain in his features.
"Ahh the Inn! Greetings, Joe! Percy!" He smiles, though there is some pain in his features.
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Manzanita
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"Ah, Sir Ishmael." Percy slips her hand under his arm and walks with him to the table with the fat dwarf. "Let's sit here. There's room for Nars and Gorefoot when they arrive. And Rodimus, though he's not prone to talk."
"Well, we just returned from the faerie woods up north. Interesting place. Say, Ishmael, what happened to your head?"
"Well, we just returned from the faerie woods up north. Interesting place. Say, Ishmael, what happened to your head?"
garlicnation
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Jeremiah Farseek
"Hello, Ishmael and Percy, did I hear right that you just came from an adventure? Would you mind telling me what kind of interesting creatures you encountered?"
"Hello, Ishmael and Percy, did I hear right that you just came from an adventure? Would you mind telling me what kind of interesting creatures you encountered?"
Findlefarb
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A skinny scrap of a gnome enters the tavern with a spring in his step. He looks quite untried--clean, smooth, and brimming with optimism. His thin, dark waxed mustache and well-maintained, silky pageboy seem almost out of place. He wears a white tunic and leather apron over dark hose and comfortable boots.
"Ah, hello!" he begins, hopping up to a free seat at the bar. "I'll take a glass of whatever you're serving." He absentmindedly hums a jovial tune to himself as he waits, and looks around.
"Ah, hello!" he begins, hopping up to a free seat at the bar. "I'll take a glass of whatever you're serving." He absentmindedly hums a jovial tune to himself as he waits, and looks around.
nimisgod
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"I am not entirely certain, but it feels as if someone has taken axe to mine brow" Ishmael touches the bandage and winces. "Ugh... if I remember correctly, I fell sometime during the first battle with the Redcap. T'was a bloody battle and this was the least of my wounds then. It pains me greatly now, however"
He turns to Kyle. "Aye, a deadly 'venture indeed did we hail from. I am not one for words, myself, but deadly were the perils and creatures we encountered. By mine count, talking wolves and a murderous Fey-thing were what we battled. Does my memory serve me ill, Percy?"
He turns to Kyle. "Aye, a deadly 'venture indeed did we hail from. I am not one for words, myself, but deadly were the perils and creatures we encountered. By mine count, talking wolves and a murderous Fey-thing were what we battled. Does my memory serve me ill, Percy?"
Kyle reaches for another gravy soaked pastry "Do tell more, nothing like a good story to whet the appetite" the rotund dwarf says to the newly arrived halfling "The story is likely to make you thrsty though so perhaps you should get the two of us a drink before continuing" the dwarf suggests a dazzling smile dancing upon his face.
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