City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[stonegod]

After standing impassively and watching without moving for such a long time, the deeply tanned Xir sits cross-legged where he stood and began tracing something unseen on his palms, unconcerned with the world.

 

[Rystil Arden]

Will this include slots for 1st level characters?

(OOC: Yes, but not in enough numbers to satisfy LEW's usual ratio of high numbers of level 1s. In other words--if someone wants to run other non-related adventures, grabbing the level 1 guys is a better idea)

 

[TwistedMindInc]

( Payne, Kol, and Lokin are all third level. They are definitely looking for work. Err.. myself, hero4hire, and Lot that is. )

 

[WarlockLord]

OOC: Rystil, I'd like to apply for a 1st level slot. Abdul hasn't done anything, ever, except annoy people and drink beer.

 

[stonegod]

OOC: Rystil, I'd like to apply for a 1st level slot. Abdul hasn't done anything, ever, except annoy people and drink beer.

Oh, I'd say the first that is true for about all of the 1st levels 'ere. Can't speak for the second.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: We're not taking applications yet. I'd like to say we'll try to give preference to people who've been waiting longer, but that's only partly true. Balancedish groups are important as well)

 

[InVinoVeritas]

"Who is this woman you speak of, who would put up with an albino academic such as myself?" asks Abdul.

Quozen looks around. "Never mind that, what is this 'settled down' thing about?"

He turns back to Abdul and bows. "In any case, human ways are strange to us, and we are foreigners in this land. I am Quozen Ilphukiir, of the Monastic Order of the Nightingale, of the Lands of Fire. Come, let us sit and eat together. Waters flow freely here; let us enjoy and partake."

 

[Deus Ex Machina]

A scruffy looking man in his late twenties enters the inn. He is slightly taller than average, with a strong build and a dour expression. His dark blue eyes are not dull, yet they show an indifference that is reinforced by an unshaven face supporting several days growth. A deep, long scar runs down the right side of his face, evidence of a close encounter that nearly took his eye. The man has the appearance of a worn traveller. A mercenary. He wears brown knee-high boots and a well-worn trenchcoat over plainly-stiched utilitarian travelling clothes. On his back is strapped a longbow and plain heavy wooden shield, with an unornamented bastard sword that clings to his left side. He saunters over to the bar and speaks with Joe, “Greetings good man. A pint of ale if you please…”

Absently dropping a few silver/copper coins on the counter, he surveys the room in search of a response before walking over towards one of the awaiting tables/groups. As if answering a question that had not yet been asked, he speaks in a gruff tone, sufficiently loud enough for most of the patrons of the inn to hear, “My name is Valdaris… and I come here in search of anyone who could use an extra sword.”


[OOC: Valdaris is a L1 Fighter in search of an assignment. Tonight even. Just something to put some coin in his near-empty pockets. He has absolutely no qualms about dealing with those of ‘questionable’ ethics].

 

[Drerek]

AAbsently dropping a few silver/copper coins on the counter, he surveys the room in search of a response before walking over towards one of the awaiting tables/groups. As if answering a question that had not yet been asked, he speaks in a gruff tone, sufficiently loud enough for most of the patrons of the inn to hear, “My name is Valdaris… and I come here in search of anyone who could use an extra sword.”

Ruud (male gnome illusionist) chuckles, "Get in line. The next person who comes in looking to hire will have to beat off the prospects with a stick."

 

[Deus Ex Machina]

Valdaris turns to see where the voice emanated from, coming to rest his eyes on the gnome,"Ahhh. And you are one of those, are you, little one, with their services to offer? What are your talents?"