City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[Drerek]

The door to the inn opens and a gnome enters. He is of average height and build for one of his race, with pale skin, black hair and goatee and green eyes. He is dressed in clothing befitting a traveler albeit in various shades of yellows, reds and blues that should never have been combined. He wears a backpack and two scrolls are tucked into his belt. A dagger and crossbow that appear to have seen little use are his only obvious weapons.

The gnome scoots out of the way of the door but stays near it for now, just taking in the inn for the moment. He scratches his nose nervously.

OOC: Say hello to Ruud (approval status pending).

 

[AGFlynn]

Cludge Slatefist

"Sha-die-ah" Shadya corrects politely. "And it's my home, it's a desert."

Cludge looks somewhat befuddled, knits his brows and says Sha die yah. Right. Apologies, miss. So, a desert, eh? Ain't ever seen one o' those. Lotsa sand, is that it? Well then, that's all there is to it.

 

[Animus]

Nirrassa of Clan Swiftclaw

"Hello," says the katara to the gnome who recently entered. "What is yourr name?"

 

[Phoenix8008]

"Farewell then, Conuld and Cludge. Good luck on your job in the desert, and watch out for that half-orc going with you...he seems a troublemaker to me." Saithnar advises with one eyebrow raised.

"Hello," says the katara to the gnome who recently entered. "What is your name?"

"Indeed, is it not the rule that all who enter must proclaim their name to the public? And I must have missed your name as well mistress Katara. I am Saithnar. How long have you been here at the Inn?"

 

[Richard Rawen]

A tall broad shouldered human comes into the inn, carefully steps around the gnome, and speaks in a loud, clear voice.
"Richard Rawen, fighter" as he walks towards his friends. Patting his pack as he sidles up to the bar, he says in a more private tone, "Five vials of cure wounds." Obviously this means something beyond the words as the human grins at his companions and orders a stout.

 

[Solange]

OOC - I was thinking two syllables, with a long 'a'. Shah-dya. I think the Arabic name has an -ee- sound for the 'y', but who knows what the Sairundani do?

OOC: You're spelling it right and it's not Shady, so that's good enough You could be right. I don't know Arabic, I just found a cool site for names.

 

[Drerek]

"Hello," says the katara to the gnome who recently entered. "What is yourr name?"

The gnome seems surprised to be greeted so quickly, but quickly recovers. He gives a short bow, "Ruud von Nistelrooy, at your service."

 

[Bront]

The door to the inn opens and a gnome enters. He is of average height and build for one of his race, with pale skin, black hair and goatee and green eyes. He is dressed in clothing befitting a traveler albeit in various shades of yellows, reds and blues that should never have been combined. He wears a backpack and two scrolls are tucked into his belt. A dagger and crossbow that appear to have seen little use are his only obvious weapons.

The gnome scoots out of the way of the door but stays near it for now, just taking in the inn for the moment. He scratches his nose nervously.

OOC: Say hello to Ruud (approval status pending).

OOC: FYI, Joe requests that you introduce yourself when you enter.

 

[Trouvere]

A slight white-clad elf woman with silver hair comes down the stairs from the upstairs rooms. Though her face is expressionless, those who have seen her before might perceive a change in her manner, as though she is unsettled, yet resolved. She crosses the room, heading for the tavern door. Part way, though, she stops short as she notices for the first time the katara Nirassa. "Corlamonal siara'las solnaeque!" she exclaims, her violet eyes widening. Recalling herself to her surroundings, she continues in Common, "My apologies, that was ill-mannered of me. I was surprised to see one of your kind here, so far from home. Perhaps I can have the honour of speaking with you when I return." With a shallow bow, she resumes her course towards the exit, but a passing waitress, who seems to be taking her duties very seriously, indicates the famous notice above the bar. "Olan dre'ara!" says the elf with a flash of irritation. "I am Taelythenihel Nimmilemar, or Fading-sorrow; I am a wizard; I have been staying here for several weeks; my mute servant Ossa has joined me recently. Will that do?" She stalks to the door, passes through it, and for such a small person, does a creditable job of slamming it behind her.
[sblock=Elven] "Corlamonal siara’las solnaeque!" - "a fabled cat-woman from the far east, out of forgotten tales and song!"
"Olan dre’ara!" - um... an expression of irritation implying something about a person's maternal ancestry[/sblock]

 

[Animus]

Nirrassa of Clan Swiftclaw

The gnome seems surprised to be greeted so quickly, but quickly recovers. He gives a short bow, "Ruud von Nistelrooy, at your service."

"Nirrassa of Clan Swiftlaw, at yourrs," she replies with a curtsy.

It is at this point you notice that there is vicious scarring across her eyes. "You look like you werre rrunning from trrouble."