Holy Cleric seeks first adventure

[Clericintraining]

Having just completed his eight years of study at the Holy City of Normath, a young cleric heads out into the world seeking out any adventure that is thrown his way. He is confident in his powers as a healer but is dismal over his lack of physical power. He wanders down the road eventually coming to a nice village full of life and wonder. A local Tavern catches his eye. Surely here I will be able to find some companions in which to quest! With a gleam of hope in his eye he pushes open the dusty tavern doors and spies a lone table in a well lit corner and proceeds to sit, waiting perhaps for a visitor.

 

[Cerrinity]

A woman enters the tavern wearing a white vestment with a blue tear drop symbol on it. She looks to the one in the corner and walks over to him. The woman smiles and sits down across from him, her facial expression serious but friendly, "Greetings stranger, I am a cleric of Undine from the town Fayorra. I wish to know what you can do, how long you have been studying, and how well you think you are at what you do. I know some people who could use someone like you as I can tell you they've made two trips to me in one day. When you answer my questions, then I will answer yours, if you have any for me." She half smiles to him and waits for him to answer her.

 

[Lord Tarran]

{No, this isn't Tarran for those who know me. I'm starting a second persona, a sorceror, kinda.}

A boy, no older than fourteen, with fiery red hair, and emerald green eyes, walks into the room, wearing easy to move in cotton clothes. A rapier sits at his hip, a hawk at his shoulder. When he passes thorugh a shadow, the clothes instead appear to be chainmail of somesort. He walks with grace and ease, eyes flitting around the room. He see's the young cleric, and walks over.

Hey ya'. I'm Arret, nice to meet cha'. What brings ya to the Taaveern? Lookin' for somethin'. Need something'. Friends perhops?

 

[Ricohard_Draconis]

{walks slowly into the tavern and sits down some distance from the new cleric and lifts from out his purse a small globe which pulses with light }

"well, well."

 

[Ixam Lovely]

Having just completed his eight years of study at the Holy City of Normath, a young cleric heads out into the world seeking out any adventure that is thrown his way. He is confident in his powers as a healer but is dismal over his lack of physical power. He wanders down the road eventually coming to a nice village full of life and wonder. A local Tavern catches his eye. Surely here I will be able to find some companions in which to quest! With a gleam of hope in his eye he pushes open the dusty tavern doors and spies a lone table in a well lit corner and proceeds to sit, waiting perhaps for a visitor.

Lovely, a male human enters the tavern, orders a drink for himself at the bar, takes it and seats himself somewhere nearby at the fireside, where he has a good view of the room, but where others would have to turn to him would they want to engage him.
U can probaly feel yourself being observed. The strange man´s stature imposes a natural and confident , but calm authority.
Meantime the conversation in the tavern returns to anormal if somewhat attentive, but jovial level of chatter and exchange of day news!

 

[Stardust]

A few moments later, yet another draught whips through the tavern as the door once again swings open.

A young elven man staggers into the room, clutching at his chest. Blood oozes from between his fingers and runs down his leather-clad body as he presses feebly against a large open wound. He fights to keep himself upright by clutching at the door, but his knees give way and he falls.

'Help... please... somebody...' he gasps through pale lips...

 

[Ixam Lovely]

A few moments later, yet another draught whips through the tavern as the door once again swings open.

A young elven man staggers into the room, clutching at his chest. Blood oozes from between his fingers and runs down his leather-clad body as he presses feebly against a large open wound. He fights to keep himself upright by clutching at the door, but his knees give way and he falls.

'Help... please... somebody...' he gasps through pale lips...

It takes only an instant and You feel Yourself being steadied and whizzed to Your feet by a pair of surprisingly strong hands, for a man of medium height and build.
´Inkeeper, heat some water, bring towels and a jug of wine,-
there´s somebody wounded , we might have some troubles outside Your doors here!´
* It might be a good idea to check the doors put up a guard, and certainly provide some bandages for the young elf just rushed in to the tavern

 

[Ixam Lovely]

No reply? Well I guess the inkeeper must be busy, something´s sure keeping him.
You glance around the room. Plenty of people, all bustling ,
some are obviously busy, some pretending not to notice,
ah over there
´hey boy, yes You over there,...
Why don´t You see if u can get us some bandage over here for the elf´

 

[Ixam Lovely]

{No, this isn't Tarran for those who know me. I'm starting a second persona, a sorceror, kinda.}

A boy, no older than fourteen, with fiery red hair, and emerald green eyes, walks into the room, wearing easy to move in cotton clothes. A rapier sits at his hip, a hawk at his shoulder. When he passes thorugh a shadow, the clothes instead appear to be chainmail of somesort. He walks with grace and ease, eyes flitting around the room. He see's the young cleric, and walks over.

Hey ya'. I'm Arret, nice to meet cha'. What brings ya to the Taaveern? Lookin' for somethin'. Need something'. Friends perhops?

#
With the new set of circumstances in the tavern there´s somebody calling over to You.
´Hey boy, yes You over there´

 

[Lord Tarran]

((Just as a side note, Siani doesn't watch this thread as an innkeeper.))

Bandages sir? Forget that. I can do the healing meself.

With that, Arret walks out of the tavern, his hands glowing in blue fire. He comes to the injured being, and purs blue light upon it. Healing blue light.