Dark Corner ...the gathering

[JT Klasky]

As the danger had passed, Jeriseán sheathed his sword and turned back for his chair. He paid no attention to the over sized oaf that layed sprawled out across floor. Upon moving his eye briefly caught a glimpse of the spear maiden entering as he sat down. Once seated, JT look intently back at the bar as she approached it, for a brief moment he thought she looked familiar. The fighter quickly turned back as the old wizard spoke up. “Shadow horn you say? …but I thought that place was destroyed.”

 

[coldstone]

After recovering from his fall coldstone looked up at the beam that had been the cause of his pain. Then he thought he heard the wizard say Shadowhorn. What ? What did you say? To enter Shadowhorn is death; this is madness. For who here besides me has tioled long years of his life away in his dungeuns. No, no I won't go back. There are things worse than death, and I've seen' em! And what are you thinking, that you're just going to waltz by thousands of black guard! This is madness!

 

[kalrisa]

She chuckles, an unnerving sound that traverses only through her lips, the rest of her body seems to miss out on the mirth all together. Her airy voice is similar although still lady-like in its depth as she says loud enough for the corner to hear, "Are you mad then?" The questions seems addressed to them all, pinpointing each ear with a quirk behind it that could only be calling them all chicken. The obvious dare in her eyes fades into the emotionless state that offten surrounds the woman as she slowly, noiselessly steps towards the group. Once the wall nearest the table is reached she stops to lean upon it and nod to those about it.

 

[Theda the Thief]

madness?

The Rogue jumped from her seat as the Ogre teetered in her direction before falling. Theda’s smile melted away from her face as the situation became threatening and then dissipated just as fast. As the others put away their weapons she breathed a sigh of relief. Wow, this adventure was almost over before it began… she mused as the discussion swiftly accelerated when the wizard finally released the secret of why they had been summoned. Shadowhorn, a place desolate of any virtue…right up my alley, aye …she muttered to herself. Upon seeing a passing barmaid she instinctively flagged her down. “Ah miss, more ale please …we’re gonna need it.”

 

[Halfling Doppelgänger]

Upon careful inspection one would have noticed the two wee folk closely resembled one another, though one was a bit shadowy. As the Ogre came crashing down on his table, Priló Toewalker swiftly hopped to safety as his counterpart vanished into thin air.

 

[The Grey Sentinel]

time draws near

As the recent pandemonium around their table comes to an end, the sounds of the tavern once more come to life. The old wizard glances around the room then, with great concern, narrows his look to those around the table. “Enjoy the rest of the night my friends for we leave at first light.”

 

[JT Klasky]

“Well that’s fine with me, time for some fun aye?” With that the fighter grabbed his ale and headed off to the dart board.

 

[Nazrukh Darkfist]

...cheers!

Though he would have loved to wield his beloved “Gomduris”, the Barbarian is relieved as the situation ends without blood shed, this time round, and the great two-handed sword lies idle. He snatches up a pint of ale as the server finally arrives with the thief’s request. Nazrukh lift’s the drink and proposes a toast. He looks around the table… “Well gent’s and ladies…” …as his gaze turns to the spear brandishing newcomer, …here’s to a successful hunt and madness!”

 

[kalrisa]

Upon hearing the Barbarian's final phrase Kal smiled, not that it was really classified as such because it barely changed the mould of her face, merely tweaked at the corners for a second before she let them fall again. She then turned to the wizard, bowing her head slightly, "My name is Kalrisa, the Wise One's sent me at your request. At your will I shall enjoy this night and the many I am sure to face soon." After saying which she bowed her head again then proceeded to step away, somehow finding herself standing beside the Barbarian. There she lifts her drink in his toast and nods silent agreement.

 

[Halfling Doppelgänger]

The result of Priló’s quick escape left him lying on the floor against the wall. Upon over hearing the talk of a journey of sorts he took no time in jumping to his feet. By gummit! …tis a fantastic venture, I must introduce myself. The Halfling muttered as he stepped forward back into the lantern light. “Excuse me masters, I am Priló Toewalker the renown Halfling adventurer of Hollow Creek, perhaps you’ve heard of me …no?” The short fellow stood there in all his three and a half foot glory, his long dark hair streaked with grey along with an unfamiliar sight among the wee folk, a stout beard protruding from his chin.