Hunters Needed in the Western Heartlands (IC Thread)

[hero4hire]

The door to the pub swung open and a figure in a tattered cloak filled the frame. Stooping slightly as he entered the hulk of a man, easily a head taller then a tall man, took down his hood and revealed a weather-beaten face. Crow's feet and prematurely white beard made the bear look much older then his 27 winters. Placid pools scanned the room taking measure of its inhabitants. Perhaps due to his size the man payed the blatant stares no mind, in fact just the opposite he spoke in a deep booming voice to those within.

"I am Ulrich. It has been many days since I have had a hot meal and a warm bed. I seek both and am willing to work hard for them." he announced. "I am sturdy." he punctuated this statement by pulling off his cloak revealing a barrel shaped chest, and meaty arms that ended in calloused hands the size of plump hams. "And no task is to menial."

Obviously a wasted talent if there ever was one....

 

[industrygothica]

"Right," Riley says to the silent hunter. He gives a quick nod of the head and backs up, afraid to take his eyes from the man. Odd how silience can be so intimidating, he thinks to himself. "Well, if you change your mind then," he spits out, and quickly turns back to the door of the inn.

As he reaches for the door his eyes jolt open in shock. "Speaking of intimidating," he says to himself, perhaps a little too loud, as he realizes that what he was reaching for was not a door, but a man nearly bigger than one. Suddenly feeling too insignificant for words, Riley mearly stands there while the man moves into the tavern, letting the light seep back in slowly. He is relieved to see through his blue-tinted lenses that he is not the only one with his mouth agape at the huge man. Timidly, he walks inside and finds a seat next to Daryc.

 

[hippocrachus]

Albion turned to stare at the hulking newcomer with his hand still out to Khondar. The half-elven rogue let his arm fall to the table, producing a muffled thump and spilling a drink, after the giant of a man introduced himself to the entire commonroom with a booming voice.
With a body like that, I guess he can afford to make himself center of attention, he thought, eyeing Ulrich much like a gambler would a fine piece of horseflesh.
He didn't notice Riley until the young wizard was seated next to him.
"Make any friends?" Albion asked with half a smile.

 

[industrygothica]

"Make any friends?" Albion asked with half a smile.

"Odd fellow that one," Riley replied. "Didn't say anything at all, really. And the strangest pink eyes. I don't think I've ever seen anything like him." He shuddered a bit as if a chill were travelling his spine as he reached out for the mug of ale set before him. He nearly spilled the drink down his shirt as he noticed the dwarf for the first time sitting at their table.

"Oh my," he said as he set the mug down heavily on the table and wiped his dripping chin with one hand and extending the other in greeting to the dwarf. "Riley VonLarich, of the University of Silverymoon." He held his smile wide for the dwarf to acknowledge his practiced greeting.

 

[xmanii]

Khondar looks up at the giant of a man, as he makes his entrance. Must be having some ogre blood in him, Khondar muses to himself as he makes sure his warhammer is readily available.

 

[xmanii]

"Oh my," he said as he set the mug down heavily on the table and wiped his dripping chin with one hand and extending the other in greeting to the dwarf. "Riley VonLarich, of the University of Silverymoon." He held his smile wide for the dwarf to acknowledge his practiced greeting.

Clasping Riley's hand, Khondar replies gruffly, "Well met, I be Khondar Battlehammer." He then reaches his hand towards, waiting for the half-elf, who is looking towards the giant man to turn around.
Taking his pipe out, he fills it up, and lights it, blowing smoke, and looks the young mage up and down. "Be a long ways from Silverymoon, lad. What ye be doing here?"

 

[hippocrachus]

Albion quirked up with piqued interest when Riley mentioned pink eyes on the trapper, but kept his personal apprehensions to himself. He just stared through Riley, lost in thought, as the man introduced himself to the dwarf across from them. When Khondar offered his hand to Albion, he shook himself slightly and returned the gesture with a well-practiced smile.
"Daryc Himdahl; furniture merchant out of Luskan. Clan Battlehammer, eh? I still hear of the wonders produced by the dwarves in Icewind Dale; the economy on the Sword Coast hasn't been the same since Bruenor - sorry, King Bruenor - up and moved," he says pleasantly, hoping to gain the dwarf's trust with a little knowledge of the Realms. Albion stayed quiet afterwards to let the two chat. If he remembered correctly, Mithral Hall was somewhere close to Silverymoon. He was sure the two of them had plenty to talk about.

 

[hero4hire]

Ulrich blinked as he looked around the room. His eyes were wide in expectation. The clear pools seemed to convey a sense on...innocence?? That belied his bear-ish appearence. Despite some murmering and comments no job offers were forth-coming.
"No? Very well...Ah what is this?" he said spying the post. "Hmmm...Yes this sounds like honest work. To who do I speak of this?" he again asked the room as a whole.

 

[hippocrachus]

Somebody oughta shut him up, Albion thought ruefully. In an odd stroke of compassion (never mind the prospect of having a man that size on his side), Albion waved Ulrich over to the table.

 

[hero4hire]

Somebody oughta shut him up, Albion thought ruefully. In an odd stroke of compassion (never mind the prospect of having a man that size on his side), Albion waved Ulrich over to the table.

"Aha!" Ulrich said with a broad smile. He strode up to the table. "Well met! I am Ulrich the Wanderer, Fist of Ilmater. What is it that we hunt?" he said with an outstretch paw.