pathfinderq1
First Post
The effect is subtle at first.
The music is that of a sailor's hornpipe, a whistling jaunty tune suited for work or travel, an air to bring lively interest to a dull task- it starts so low that most of those near the door hardly notice, and it is a few moments before they consciously realize they are hearing the music- and it is another moment or two before they realize that they are hearing it in their heads, not through their ears. Despite that rather unusual thought, it IS a truly upbeat, lively tune- even the Mayor and his guardsman find it hard to resist smiling, if only a bit.
And just as the music swells so that most of those at the front of the tavern can 'hear' it, the front doors are shoved open. Standing in the entryway is a woman of just above average height, her skin tinged the faintest shade of golden brown and her hair a luxuriant cascade of jet-black waves. She is clad in brilliant crimson scale, fitted as tightly as a second skin, under a long black overcoat- and there is a curved sword slung across her back, a blade that seems perhaps a bit too large for her. Her eyes, like those of the elven sorceror at the Mayor's side, are orbs of pure white- but in her case it seems to be no handicap at all. The music fades, to a soft hint in he background, as she speaks- in a voice that is rich and musical in itself. "I'm Joy, returned from a very frustrating venture, and ready for a drink!" With the custom of the tavern satisfied, she strides to the Mayor's table. "Word on the street is that you are looking to hire a crew, and I would like to do some good. What say you?"
The music is that of a sailor's hornpipe, a whistling jaunty tune suited for work or travel, an air to bring lively interest to a dull task- it starts so low that most of those near the door hardly notice, and it is a few moments before they consciously realize they are hearing the music- and it is another moment or two before they realize that they are hearing it in their heads, not through their ears. Despite that rather unusual thought, it IS a truly upbeat, lively tune- even the Mayor and his guardsman find it hard to resist smiling, if only a bit.
And just as the music swells so that most of those at the front of the tavern can 'hear' it, the front doors are shoved open. Standing in the entryway is a woman of just above average height, her skin tinged the faintest shade of golden brown and her hair a luxuriant cascade of jet-black waves. She is clad in brilliant crimson scale, fitted as tightly as a second skin, under a long black overcoat- and there is a curved sword slung across her back, a blade that seems perhaps a bit too large for her. Her eyes, like those of the elven sorceror at the Mayor's side, are orbs of pure white- but in her case it seems to be no handicap at all. The music fades, to a soft hint in he background, as she speaks- in a voice that is rich and musical in itself. "I'm Joy, returned from a very frustrating venture, and ready for a drink!" With the custom of the tavern satisfied, she strides to the Mayor's table. "Word on the street is that you are looking to hire a crew, and I would like to do some good. What say you?"
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