Hanable's Hunters, Part I & II

[D20Dazza]

Whitlok Dwarf Ranger/Extreme Explorer

"Unfortunatley Hanable had no further information for me. He's probably still gatherin intelligence. I'm sure we'll be fully briefed before we're sent on our way. Let's just enjoy ourselves tonight eh" Whitlok says as he eyes off one of the new 'serving' girls.

 

[Prof Yeti]

Marek d'Cannith - Dragonmarked Human Paragon/ Wizard

"Excellent then. Nothing to do but relax at least for today." And with that Marek's posture and attitude both seem to relax.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Selene smiles.*

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Marek and Whitlok. I look forward to working with you."

*She nods her head in approval when Hobbes offers another mead for Amairgen, then she sits back and watches the conversation between her soon-to-be comrades--always good to know the ebb and flow of their pre-existing relationships before entering such a group, so as to fit in as seamlessly as possible.*

 

[unleashed]

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

“Well met Marek,” he says leaning back and laughing at Whitlok’s reply, “Well I will be all the better working with you again...as for the ears...they are as sharp as ever.” Relaxing and enjoying the camaraderie, he asks, “Whitlok, do you know if Brogen will be joining us or is this the extent of team Selene and I will be joining?” Having missed Digga’s entry, he spots him sitting in front of Amairgen and leans down and scratches him between the ears saying, “Hello old man.”

 

[D20Dazza]

Whitlok Dwarf Ranger/Extreme Explorer

Whitlok picks up his tankard and takes a long swallow, foam beads on his moustache and he smacks his lips in satisfaction before letting out a huge belch "Brogen was to be working with us lad, I don't know is wherybouts but - I though e'd be in 'ere avin a brew wit us - maybe he was lookin for less, ahhh, coarse company if ya knows what I be meanin'" Whitlok says with a wink and a grin.

Digga snuffles and rolls over onto his back, ready to have his fat belly scratched, ignoring the rude bear.

 

[unleashed]

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

“Well that would explain why he is avoiding us,” Firavel replies chuckling, “But I would think he could have deferred his pleasure for a few moments to say hello to an old friend or celebrate with his comrades.” He then orders himself a tankard of mead and while waiting obliges Digga, scratching his belly vigorously for several minutes.

 

[Prof Yeti]

*Selene smiles.*

Happily Marek returns the smile with one of his own while raising his mug. "To new friends and companions!"

“Well met Marek,”

"It shall be my pleasure." he remarks as he notices Digga move apparently waiting for his introduction. So to Digga Marek answers, "Greeting friend!"

"Brogen was to be working with us lad, I don't know is wherybouts but - I though e'd be in 'ere avin a brew wit us - maybe he was lookin for less, ahhh, coarse company if ya knows what I be meanin'"

“Well that would explain why he is avoiding us. But I would think he could have deferred his pleasure for a few moments to say hello to an old friend or celebrate with his comrades.”

With mock outrage Marek seems to straighten in his chair, while answering in a grumble, smile included "Coarse!!!....Well!" Before joining his comapnions in laughter.

 

[D20Dazza]

Whitlok Dwarf Ranger/Extreme Explorer

Bursting in to song, for at least the 10th time this evening, Whitlok lustily trumpets the words to the "Captain's Daughter", a bawdy tale about the urges of a troop of soldiers, with his friends and comrades. In his meaty hand he tightly grips an iron and horn tankard half filled with a fruity mead. His arms sway wildly back and forth in time to the rhythm of the dirty ditty, even so not a drop of his drink is spilt. "C'mon lads, another round" he bellows as he downs the remaining liquid in his mug and digs in to his pouch for more loose change.

 

[unleashed]

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

Smiling and miming putting his fingers in his ears Firavel says, “One would think that you would have improved over time Whitlok, but I think it sounds exactly the same as the last time I heard it,” before joining in himself in a much more melodious manner. When Whitlok calls for another round, Firavel polishes off the last of his honey mead and orders another.

 

[Elocin]

Hobbes

With his companions joining in song, Hobbes shakes his head to clear it some. He reached down and gives the Bear and Badger a good pat on the head and a scratch behind their ears and quietly removes himself from the party. He finally seeks out the quiet spot of wilderness to rest for the night as he starts to prepare himself for the day tomorrow with thoughts of killing Ogres always in the back of his mind. Making a mental note to go through his belongings and see if there is anything else he might need to get before the trip.