Jarval
Explorer
This is a continuation of the Of Sound Mind Game.
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Gholog and Seraphina:
You walk into the tavern, the cool air inside a relief after the warmth outside. The common room is mostly empty, with two old farmers sitting at a table playing cards and the barkeep. You look around the room, the many items hung on the walls catching your attention. On one wall hangs a talon the size of Gholog's forearm, along with a couple of dagger sized teeth. Behind the bar hang several weapons and a shield, all of which look well used and cared for. Below them a large ironbound book sits.
"Hello again." The barkeeper, a middle aged half-elf, says to Seraphina. "Is there anything else you're wanting?" The two farmers look up at the sound of the barkeeper's voice, but seem little interested by you and return to their game.
Adren and Kerrick:
You wonder over to the shouting man, his voice quickly becoming audible to you. He is muscled and filthy, and his hair is unwashed. He shakes slightly as he speaks.
"And I tell you ALL.." he pauses for a moment as he spots you. "And here we have new friends! Welcome, friends, welcome. He will gladly take you as well. I was just explaining to these fine people here," and at this his voice drops to almost a conspiratorial whisper. "that we're all going to get swallowed." His voice returns to normal. "Yes, swallowed! Deep into the abyss, where we are kept for and cared for by the one who hates us! I can see him now... feel him. I have felt him against my skin at night. He... he will bury us all in the deepest pit!" His tone changes again, to one that is almost happy. "I'm not going back into the mine, you see. Never never never. The mine is where he'll find me, so I won't go. He talks to me every day, and tells me he misses me, but I don't miss his whispers!" Tears begin to roll down his face, slicing furrows through the dirt on his cheeks. "I don't!"
Repost of last update:
Gholog and Seraphina:
You walk into the tavern, the cool air inside a relief after the warmth outside. The common room is mostly empty, with two old farmers sitting at a table playing cards and the barkeep. You look around the room, the many items hung on the walls catching your attention. On one wall hangs a talon the size of Gholog's forearm, along with a couple of dagger sized teeth. Behind the bar hang several weapons and a shield, all of which look well used and cared for. Below them a large ironbound book sits.
"Hello again." The barkeeper, a middle aged half-elf, says to Seraphina. "Is there anything else you're wanting?" The two farmers look up at the sound of the barkeeper's voice, but seem little interested by you and return to their game.
Adren and Kerrick:
You wonder over to the shouting man, his voice quickly becoming audible to you. He is muscled and filthy, and his hair is unwashed. He shakes slightly as he speaks.
"And I tell you ALL.." he pauses for a moment as he spots you. "And here we have new friends! Welcome, friends, welcome. He will gladly take you as well. I was just explaining to these fine people here," and at this his voice drops to almost a conspiratorial whisper. "that we're all going to get swallowed." His voice returns to normal. "Yes, swallowed! Deep into the abyss, where we are kept for and cared for by the one who hates us! I can see him now... feel him. I have felt him against my skin at night. He... he will bury us all in the deepest pit!" His tone changes again, to one that is almost happy. "I'm not going back into the mine, you see. Never never never. The mine is where he'll find me, so I won't go. He talks to me every day, and tells me he misses me, but I don't miss his whispers!" Tears begin to roll down his face, slicing furrows through the dirt on his cheeks. "I don't!"
