Hunters Needed in the Western Heartlands (IC Thread)

[Majin]

Shadowleaf scans the commonroom looking for the man with the blue glasses. As he spots him conversing with another familiar face from the small group that was gathered outside he slowly approaches the group. How will you judge them, My Dark Mistress? he mused silently to his goddess Shar, as he gauged their reactions from under his hood. It was then that he pulled the hood back, allowing long strands of silver hair to spill out around his pale face, framing his red eyes dramatically.

He focused his unprotected gaze on the spectacled man and spoke in a drawn out, raspy voice. "Hunting... would be acceptable."

 

[hippocrachus]

Albion ran his finger around the glass "gem" in the pommel of his dagger as he watched the hooded figure walk over to their table. When the albino revealed himself, Albion stiffled a disgusted look and waited for Riley to say something. The wizard seemed genuinely friendly.

 

[hero4hire]

When his tablemate offered to buy a round of drinks Ulrich smiles broadly.

"My thanks to ye friend Daryc." he saluted the man with his mug and took a long quaff leaving the hair on his upper lip covered somewhat in foam.

"--and it is always a pleasure to drink with one of the Stout Folk, friend Khondar...For years the Dwarves of Jormunsalr have traded wares with the Brothers of the Yellow Rose. There is no sweeter a drink then Ilmatari Blueberry Wine. <<sighs>>. Alas the last 13 years, the stygian depths have been rocked by constant battle and the Clans have been relegated to the upper levels of the Halls. Our Monastary has often served as a sanctuary to heal thier critically wounded. Though vastly outnumbered I am certain they shall win back the Great Hall from the Orcs....Such is the way of the Earthspur Mountains though. A hard cold place."

Ulrich gets a far away look in his eye and starts to half speak half sing in a raspy bass voice.

"Broken teeth to scar the sky,
cruel testaments to time,
remorseless,
savage,
mountain lords of a land
the dwarf-gods abandoned."

He then laughs a bit shaking his head, "Sorry I do not know the rest..." he apologizes and then takes another long drink finishing his mug and slamming it to the table with some force. "Ahhh!"

 

[industrygothica]

He focused his unprotected gaze on the spectacled man and spoke in a drawn out, raspy voice. "Hunting... would be acceptable."

Riley was a bit shocked by the half-elf's appearance, and a little more than intimidated. But this recent talk of the famous Drizzt Do'Urden has, if nothing else, reminded him not to judge people by their appearance, but on their actions. Riley quickly shook off his initial timidness and stood up to greet the man, his hand extended in friendship. "I'm Riley VonLarich, graduate of the University of Silverymoon."

 

[Verbatim]

As the five of you enjoy your drinks, you see the afternoon crowd beginning to fill in and many examine the posting on the board. While many look at it casually, there are some who seem to take a genuine interest in it and begin discussing something at one of the tables across the tavern.

[sblock=OOC]Feel free to continue the meeting, just wanted to move time forward some and advance this just a bit. We will transition to morning when the group is ready.[/sblock]

 

[Majin]

Shadowleaf lowers his eyes to regard the proffered greeting hand from the mage. "I am Nilbalion Sa'Variel, but you will call me Shadowleaf. Your greeting is acknowledged, but I do not like to be touched," the elf explains, as his gaze shifts back, his hands hidden within his cloaks.

"What are the details of the hunt?" he asks, business-like, devoid of any emotion. He eyes Albion for good measure as he waits for someone to fill him in.

 

[xmanii]

"That be ok, I don't be touching elves if I can't be helping it," Khondar replies gruffly, while fingering his hammer at his belt, all the while suspiciously eyeing the elf and giant-man.

 

[industrygothica]

Shadowleaf lowers his eyes to regard the proffered greeting hand from the mage. "I am Nilbalion Sa'Variel, but you will call me Shadowleaf. Your greeting is acknowledged, but I do not like to be touched," the elf explains, as his gaze shifts back, his hands hidden within his cloaks.

"Oh, well. Very well, then. Won't you have a seat, at least?" Riley tries to play it off a bit, though he's not sure now if he's nervous of offended. This man is difinitely no Drizzt, but still he'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Wolves," he says in answer to Shadowleaf's question. "Apparently they've become a bit of an issue"

 

[hero4hire]

"That be ok, I don't be touching elves if I can't be helping it," Khondar replies gruffly, while fingering his hammer at his belt, all the while suspiciously eyeing the elf and giant-man.

"One cannot shake hands with a clenched fist." Ulrich says quoting an Ilmatari proverb then continues in Dwarven.

[sblock=dwarven]"Mayhaps your caution shows your beard is longer then your years ¹, but fingering a weapon when there is drinking to be done is fair unbearded ²."

OOC: Notes
1 Wise, Prudent
2 Foolish, Reckless[/sblock]

 

[industrygothica]

Riley chuckles a bit at the dwarven proverbs, and is elated that he is given a chance to use his knowledge of the dwarven tongue. However, he decides that now is the time for everyone to understand what is said, and in the common tongue he speaks:

"Please, we cannot work with this tension between us. Let us drink, and know one another not for our faults or our differences, but for the comradery that we are sure to find, given that we allow ourselves the chance." Riley looks at each of thsoe at the table square in the eye, and swallows hard when he meets those pink orbs of the newest stranger, but still holds his gaze, and raises his glass. "To new beginnings, and a prosperous road ahead."