City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[TwistedMindInc]

A singular brow raises as the woman down the bar speaks, noting her name and smirking to herself at the praise she had just recieved. The self-titled Bitch loved it so when people bought into the act. Because.. it was an act afterall, right? Not many tested that theory and for those that have - well, that's a story for another time. Her lean turned into a seated position upon the stool she had used for support, gloved hands moved quickly to remove the cowl of her cloak to reveal a paled visage.. horribly scarred. She wasn't ugly by all means - merely an 'over loved' doll. Shaking her head she loosened inky tendrils, before accepting the coin back. She had forgotten. Let's not just throw your findings away, Payne. Tsktsk. ``Ah, well.. yes.. there's that.`` In reference to the ax outweighing her. ``Guess I would've had to use my womanly wiles to attract some meat to carry it out for me.`` Her attention slipped slowly from Kol to Lokin as he entered, and she even bothered to swivel upon the stool so that her back pressed to the bar's edge .. giving her a line of sight to either male. ``Heh. Guess we didn't mind one another's company as I thought..``

 

[Drerek]

The katara stands there, seemingly lost in thought. After a moment, she speaks. "Yess. This world is dangerous forr folks of our size."

OoC: Busy weekend. Sorry.

Ruud nods, "Indeed it is. But the bigger they are, the more appetizing they look to a dragon."

OOC: Do you have a link to a picture of a katara. That race is unfamiliar to me.

 

[Trouvere]

OOC: Drerek, the katara wiki entry links to this as something close.

 

[Animus]

Nirrassa of Clan Swiftclaw

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Nirrassa is typical height and weight for her race, a little over 3 feet tall and 3 stones. She has green catlike eyes, and rusty brown fur. Her legs are fairly cat like, but stable to stand on with more human like feet, and leathery pads on the bottom. Her torso is a bit more cylindrical than some humanoids, but is still has some shoulder and pectoral proportion to it. Her arms and hands are very human like, though with slightly thicker fingers and a leathery palm. Her head is a bit wider than a normal human's, with a more cat like maw, nose, and eyes, but definitely drawn out in a somewhat human way, and her head sits perched on a fairly normal humanoid neck.
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Just realizing that Ruud is not alone, she says, "And who are yourr frriends?"

 

[WarlockLord]

The door swings open, and an albino elf walks in. He is wearing traveler's clothes, and carrying a spellbook under one arm. "Greetings.. He then goes to sit in a corner of the bar.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Joe the bartender just shakes his head as the newcomer walks in, he looks down at the bar and wipes it slowly. A barmaid glances worriedly at her boss and then shouts, "Hey, new guy! What be your name?"

 

[Boddynock]

Enter the dwarf!

He's stocky (of course), clad in armour (what else?) and dusty with the residue of a long day's travel. His skin is deeply tanned and his blonde hair and beard are, surprisingly, trimmed short. He stomps up to the bar, and, having seen the call on the last newcomer to announce himself, turns to the crowd.

"I'm Tarag, son of Azagindulad. I'm a cleric of the god Chennet' and I'm a smith. You want anything made, you come and see me. I've just arrived but tomorrow I'll be finding a forge."

Those who care to look see that his armour, while well-made, is nothing out of the ordinary. The morningstar at his side, however, gleams with bright menace in the flickering light of the inn.

He turns back to the bar and says in the same loud voice, "And now I need a drink. A deep one, for it's been a long, dry day. Dwarven ale for me, and my thanks for you!"

 

[Trouvere]

The door swings open, and an albino elf walks in. He is wearing traveler's clothes, and carrying a spellbook under one arm. "Greetings.. He then goes to sit in a corner of the bar.

"Whoever he is," says Taelythenihel to Ruud, "he is one of my kindred. How irritating. We have a deserved reputation for arrogance, we gray elves, and much of the time I would prefer not to associate with my own people." She turns to Nirrassa. "We are Taelythenihel, or Fading-sorrow, if you prefer, and Ossa, who is my servant. She does not speak. Ossa, dear, why don't you sit down? Ossa, sit on this chair." The hooded servant takes the indicated seat and remains there motionless.

 

[Drerek]

Just realizing that Ruud is not alone, she says, "And who are yourr frriends?"

Ruud responds, "I'm just sharing company with an interesting wizardess by the name of Taelythenihel."

 

[Drerek]

"I'm Tarag, son of Azagindulad. I'm a cleric of the god Chennet' and I'm a smith. You want anything made, you come and see me. I've just arrived but tomorrow I'll be finding a forge."

Ruud perks up at that, , "If you need a mage to help out possibly, I would not mind collaborating. I am not much of a crafter myself, but I may be able to help in other ways."