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Message: <blockquote data-quote="H.M.Gimlord" data-source="post: 5469959" data-attributes="member: 79440">It’s funny one fails to notice that it has begun to rain until one hears a thunderclap or a flash of lightning.  Such is the case now as a rolling boom shakes the shutters of the Hanged Man leaking brilliant strobes along with a more than uncomfortable spray of rain.  It is only then that the patrons notice how dark is outside. Clouds have obscured the features of the sky leaving it impossible to tell if it is day or night.  Inside, the denizens of the tavern pull their cloaks more closely about themselves, or scoot their seats further from the windows and doorways, arriving at new roosts closer to a fire. Rain drums on the tavern roof like so many marbles of glass, and the path between the common room door and the bar beings to take the form of a small  creek bed as travelers make their way to take a seat at the bar, shedding the sky’s tears from their saturated capes.  The smells of food, weed, wine, and hickory that normally waft through the common room become muted by  the ozone generated by the lighting, and thus a gloom settles on those that have taken their seats in the  Hanged Man.  This is the condition into which a stranger walks.  He passes through the doorway, and can hardly avoid being noticed.  His clothes are fine and brilliant-blue, accented with black diamond-studded leatherwork.  Long, white, billowing hair cascades over his pointed ears, framing a face as dark as the artificial night from which he entered.  He wears no cloak, and though he is standing in a pool of water, his clothes are already dry, as if by some magic, the rain, instead of soaking into the threads, simply rolled off as if from a lotus leaf, “My friends!” he announces, “I am in need of a thief!” He speaks the words without embarrassment, as if he expects that a thief would readily reveal himself as such in public. Even so, there is no hint of naiveté in the man’s eyes.  “Beggin’ your pardon, sir!” The bartender replies, “We prefer the term ‘Adventurer’ by land or ‘Seeker of Fortune’ by sea.” He pauses, and then adds, “And the assembly won’t work for anyone ‘less you give ‘em your name.”A brief flash of range passes over the stranger’s sapphire eyes, but it’s gone before anyone can be sure it was ever there, “You may call me Reteahceht, and as I said, I am in need of a Thief.”  He strides over to the bar, and sits down, dropping a platinum piece on the counter top,“A glass of fine wine, and ale first-come-first-serve until that runs out.”  “Yes sir!” The bartender’s mood seems to improve when he sees the gold, and he immediately uncorks and pours the stranger a glass of wine from a dusty bottle, “Drinks for everyone till the money’s gone!”  He scampers to the back-counter and starts pulling draughts.[OOC]Hello.  I’m recruiting for a sixth (perhaps a seventh) character in Land Ho.  Level 7-9:<ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">   1 preferably artful in stealth and thievery</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">   1 preferably skilled in area effects and ranged attacks</li> </ul>  Tenchuu and Walking Dad need not apply since they are already in the adventure <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue    :p"  data-smilie="7"data-shortname=":p" />[/OOC]</blockquote>

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