Classic 1st edition AD&D Game

[Mithreander]

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ROgue Gallery

The tavern is full of people, dirty and unwashed, like the majority of the human establishments you've had the pleasure of seeing. You wonder once more if answering the summons for heros a good idea once more. You've been traveling for months to get here today and seeing the place, you almost feel like turning around. But the meeting with the prospective employer is tomorrow, and your funds are almost exausted, so since you made it this far, you might as well see what this is about.

The meeting is supposed to take place in mayer's house up the street. YOu have apready walked past it on the crouded streets, and seen where you have to go.

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[Henry]

Elana Drushin

Description: Auburn hair kept in a ponytail, braided with strong, dried grasses; Dirty Brown travel cloak, Dark Green and red traveler's clothing. The hilt of the scimitar, as well as the prepared mistletoe are prominent from her linen belt. Less prominent is the rucksack, on a shoulder-strap, tucked away beneath the travel cloak. Her fur boots are almost the same color brown as the cloak.

A faint asymmetrical downward-pointing "v"-shaped scar is barely visible above her shirt's neckline. She has a habit of staring, but the stare is not harsh, coming off more sincere and determined.

Towns of men beckon once again, Elana silently sighs. Not comfortable with anything much larger than a hamlet, she looks for seating away from accompaniment, but not finding any, she sighs and orders a small beer as she searches for a friendly face or at least a nonthreatening one.

Down to my last coinage. I wouldn't mind, but my task requires wealth, and I do no one any good if I am devoid of what so-called civilized races do for money.

With drink in hand, she looks about, studying the patronage.

 

[Mithreander]

Seeing dirty faces of fishermen, sailors, and other town folk, it's odvious that there is a source of water near by, but you would hardly know by walking through the town, for the closest river is mles away and the nearest sea or oceon is hundreds of miles.

Then realization comes. These must be sailors of the Underground Sea! There must be a dock around here somewhere! True to the realization, Elana notes that many of the sailors are aqually dwarven and all of them pale from lack of sun.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lexander

He sits uneasily in a chair near the door. The young elf is huddled in his black traveling cloak and all that can be seen is his head and neck. Even someone who had never seen an Elf before can see there is something wrong about this man. His neck is thin and his face while beautiful is drawn and tired looking. HIs eyes are penetrating and the blue of the summer sky at twilight. His hear is cropped very short and silver/gray. He reaches for his mug and takes a long draw from the liquid with in.
Why have I come here. I must just accept there is no cure for my torment. He places the mug back on the table with an audible thunk as if he was tired of holding it. He reaches for a white staff and uses it to Get up from his seat, grunting with the effort. He turns to look at the Female Druid that has walked into the bar. Hope on his face and fear in his heart.
I beg your pardon Mistress but do you have a moment to talk? My name is Lexander and I have a need of some help. His wizards robes can be seen now that he is moving all black with white trim and a white shirt underneath.

 

[rangerjohn]

A muscular man walks in the door, you take him to be human, from his build and full brown beard and hazel eyes, untill he turns his head to look at the menu and you see his pointed ears. Ah, a half-elf. He is dressed in splintmail covered by green and brown woolens and leathers, with a sword at his side and bow on his back, and he has what you take to be holy symbol around his neck.

Seeing only the one table with empty chairs, he approaches, the uncomfortable lady and the sick looking elf. "May I join you, gentle persons?"

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

A rather athletic-looking halfling with tousled sandy brown hair waddles over to the table. Despite his evidently agile look, he still has the large belly stereotypical of his race. He plops down in an empty table and tugs on a passing barmaid's skirt and places an order. She comes back a few moments later with a heaping plate of chicken. He starts devouring the meat, pausing only for a moment to speak between mouthfuls. "Name's Jasper Greenbottle," he says. "You don't mind if I sit here, do you? Oh, thank you," he copntinues, not even waiting for a reply from the others.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lex looks at the newcomers and sighs. Please sit. I was just having a conversation with the priestess but I would enjoy the company. My name is Lexander. I am pleased to meet you both.

 

[Mithreander]

The group gets their drinks in dirty mugs. As they sit down, each notice that outside the sun seems to have been covered by clouds suddonly, for the light from the window waxes dramatically. looking out the window through the grime, the party notes no reason for this occurance so quickly dismiss it as a hapstance of the weather.

 

[Henry]

Elana

Elana looks at the brash halfling with surprise, staring obviously at his forwardness, but saying nothing.

Turning to Lexander:

"I am Elana. I will sit with you."

She sits in the wooden chair after what looks like a quick prayer. Turning to see what looks like a ranger or at least a warrior familiar with nature, She nods a quick welcome, and staring at the worn mug. Before she can comment on the drink, she notes the passing cloud, before turning back to face her tavern-mates.

She looks at the elf with attentiveness, waiting for him to speak his mind.

(If the halfling interrupts, she'll stare at him with slight annoyance, but then continue paying attention to the elf.)

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Thank you for speaking with me Priestess. I am in a strange position. I have been cursed from infancy with a loss of physical strength. I'm healthy in all other respects but I have some trouble picking up objects and have little way of defending myself. I have heard that Druids have the power to Break curses. Is this true? Lexandar askes.