Tavern Tales Chapter #1: The Forgotten Forge
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(OOC-> A couple of notes. First, I changed the previous post, because IE died when I tried to post and I didn't think it made it. So I wrote a new one which I liked a bit better, same ideas, just better wording and grammer! Hope no one minds.
Second, this is my first PBP, I was wondering if I was doing okay? Am I going to over the top? Any critics will be appreciated. Hope people are having as much fun as I am with this.)
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Second, this is my first PBP, I was wondering if I was doing okay? Am I going to over the top? Any critics will be appreciated. Hope people are having as much fun as I am with this.)
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Litlow nods to Reg and makes his way to the outside door. He turns to look around at the shop, taking in as much as possible. "Oh, I almost forgot," he runs back to the table and grabs the loaf of bread. "Snow might be hungry, I don't know if she eats bread, but it is good bread." He makes his way once again through the piles of clutter, to the door and walks outside to where Hammer and Snow are standing. Waiting until Reg make his way through the doorway with a bit of suspicous eye, he turns to the others, "Im ready to go." He bites his lip, "I hope no one objects, but I am kinda scared of adventures, people die. Let's none of us die." He looks down at the bread in his hand and puts it out to Hammer and Snow, "You guys can have the bread, there was cheese, but Reg and I ate it. Sorry. I also know warforged don't need to eat, but some like to, so you can have some. No one can accuse Litlow of not sharing."
ooc-> Thanks Ashy and Macbeth. Edited, cause I forgot to color one dialog.
ooc-> Thanks Ashy and Macbeth. Edited, cause I forgot to color one dialog.
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Ashy
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As Litlow and Reg exit, they see Snow-in-Dusk standing a few feet away from Hammer, gazing at the incredible sights of the fabled city of Sharn in the daylight. The shifter stares wide eyed at the panaroma of life, architecture and magic that lie just before her like a sensual buffet. Only the words of Litlow could draw her out of the spell of Sharn, and she turns with a sweet, almost motherly smile.
She moves quickly, cat-like, to Litlow and once again drops down upon her haunches. She rubs the gnome's head and ruffles his hair. "Dearest Litlow. I can promise ye that by all that is within me, ya shall not perish whilst I still draw breath." Her eyes sparkle and shimmer in the sunlight. She takes a hunk of the bread playfully,
"And thank ye for the bread, little one..." The shifter tweaks Litlows ear as a sister would do to her smaller brother, and then pops the bread into her mouth.
"Mmmmm- good bread...", she says between chews.
She moves quickly, cat-like, to Litlow and once again drops down upon her haunches. She rubs the gnome's head and ruffles his hair. "Dearest Litlow. I can promise ye that by all that is within me, ya shall not perish whilst I still draw breath." Her eyes sparkle and shimmer in the sunlight. She takes a hunk of the bread playfully,
"And thank ye for the bread, little one..." The shifter tweaks Litlows ear as a sister would do to her smaller brother, and then pops the bread into her mouth.
"Mmmmm- good bread...", she says between chews.
Once Litlow's preperations are made, the party heads out of the shop and into the open expanses of Sharn, quickly becoming submerged in the teeming life of the city. People meet and greet along the walkways and skybridges that cling to the massive towers, constantly bombarded by crys from 'street' vendors, those who migrated from lower levels of the city to sell their wares to the more prestigiouious, 'magic' merchants.
The party slowly makes its way to the Mason's Tower, where, built into the side of the huge stone edifice is a human sized door, a couple of windows, and a swining sign perpendicular to the tower wall that reads "The Broken Anvil', the words set against a background with an etched line drawing of a wolf-like creature, the insignia of Dragonmarked House Ghallanda.
Once inside, the party is immediatly meet by a female halfling with a little pudge of a tummy and a big smile on her face, "Hello there, sirs and misses. You can call me Ella; I'm the matron of this establishment. I was told to look out for a lot like you. The Lady awaits your visit, please follow me." She moves towards the back of the common room, which is packed with early day business activity, forcing the halfling to duck between legs and under tables, putting her momentarily out of your view. The sounds of bargains being made wafts through smokey air...
The party slowly makes its way to the Mason's Tower, where, built into the side of the huge stone edifice is a human sized door, a couple of windows, and a swining sign perpendicular to the tower wall that reads "The Broken Anvil', the words set against a background with an etched line drawing of a wolf-like creature, the insignia of Dragonmarked House Ghallanda.
Once inside, the party is immediatly meet by a female halfling with a little pudge of a tummy and a big smile on her face, "Hello there, sirs and misses. You can call me Ella; I'm the matron of this establishment. I was told to look out for a lot like you. The Lady awaits your visit, please follow me." She moves towards the back of the common room, which is packed with early day business activity, forcing the halfling to duck between legs and under tables, putting her momentarily out of your view. The sounds of bargains being made wafts through smokey air...
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Ashy
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Snow-in-Dusk arches a brow at the mention of being expected, but holds her tongue for the moment. She follows Ella into the packed establishment, trying to keep an eye both on her temporary guide and the patrons around her.
The shifter had only been in a few taverns in her travels, but she had quickly deduced that those that did not watch themselves in places such as this soon found themselves in dire straits indeed...
The shifter had only been in a few taverns in her travels, but she had quickly deduced that those that did not watch themselves in places such as this soon found themselves in dire straits indeed...
