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[FR][PBP] Against the Storm Game Thread

Ubaar sits forcefully and asks Jaina "Can Ubaar get a ale?
The road is awful dusty this time a year.

And Wethrin's feet don't exactly smell as good as she looks." :D

Ubaar busts up loudly laughing.

"Awww... I'm just joshin - you smell great all over, Wethrin -

well, not like Ubaar sniffed much.. but... umm.. HeY!
Jaina!

How's that ale coming?" :o
 

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Alcar will take a seat by Ubaar, not saying much, just taking in the others in the room.

"If I may, an ale will suit me well, Jaina."

Alcar is unsure what to do having been the forests for several years and dealing only with local farmers.

He'll listen closely if Elone's questions are answered.
 

Frian takes a seat in the corner of the room, where he can keep an eye on everyone at once. He asks the waitress for water and sips it slowly as he looks at the assorted strangers.
 


Alexander walks over to the blue eyed man with the beard (Everett). "Hello, stranger. I am Alexander Lebel, originally from Cormyr. I had been in the resistance movement in Yartar, but my companion and I (nods towards Frian) were rescued from certain imprisonment or death to work for Irusyl. What turn of fate has brought you here? I notice that you wear your rapier with the ease of an experienced warrior- have you been in combat against Storm's forces as of late?"

(Alexander glances over towards Frian, making sure that he is still in his natural form so that he isn't surprised later)
 

Jaina finishes taking the orders and walks out of the room. She returns empty handed, and holds the door open. Everyone's orders, far too many for her to carry, float through on a Tenser's Floating Disk.

Wethrin rolls her eyes at Ubaar's weirdness, and runs over to Jonathon and jumps into his arms. He embraces her and lowers her to the ground, and they kiss. Jonathon looks over at Ubaar briefly.

J: "Wethrin, you're ok! I was so worried about you. Nice bruises. <His eyes glow blue and she heals the rest of the way, and all lingering external signs of injury are gone>. That's better" <more gratuitous public displays of affection>

Irusyl just watches quietly. Her agents who brought you here do mention in conversation, though, that they will not be accompanying you on your mission.
 

Ubaar walks over, grabs the biggest cup of ale and hulks up to Jonathon, extending his hand :
"Hi.
I'm Ubaar.

Did you adventure with Hermod, like Wetrhin?"
 

Jonathon answers: Hello, Ybaar. I'm Jonathon. I did not adventure with Hermod for an extended period of time. We first met during the Battle of Miklos' Folly on Hisilar Island. After that battle, Hermod retired to his homeland to unite the clans against Storm.

I was a Sembian hospitaler (OOC: he has that PRC) who realized the evil that my lord was committing. When Wethrin was brought to me captured, for healing, I finally made up my mind, and led the others who worshipped good gods against my countrymen. Some in Sembia are still hunting me, but most outside the country recognize the great good that we accomplished.
 

Calain quickly scans his surroundings, touches his neck briefly, and stands, nearly knocking his chair over. He is obviously not happy.

Taking several quick strides towards the drow, he snarls and lifts his hand threateningly.

"You listen to me, woman. I don't know who you are or what you want, save that you have terrorized my dreams and are a coward who would rather dispense worthless comments from an ebony throne than fight. I don't enjoy being a pawn in anyone's plots, and I won't be party to this one."
 

Irusyl get angry: "Do not lecture me about cowardice, Calain. Which one of us was it who killed his mentor in his sleep, again?

It is not my role to fight Storm. I do my job, and my job is to ensure that the operations that I am hired to arrange are smooth and successful. I'm no paladin. I am not a crusader for peace, love, and puppies. But your self-rightiousness is completely out of line. <Calain's "Murderer" tatoo begins to burn>

My dreamscape was very realistic, Calain. What Issian told you was what he would have said if he were alive today. Now you can turn around and walk out that door, and turn your back on fate, on Issian, on yourself and your chance for redemption. But if you do, know that you may never against get this opportunity, and that fate does not like to be toyed with."
 

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