sunshadow21
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[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn
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ScorpiusRisk
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Songdragon
Explorer
((Theralla Woodsoul (ranger 1/cleric 1) - available
Zelena Adu (cleric 1/ bard 2) - waiting for GE's mod and players for it.))
Zelena Adu (cleric 1/ bard 2) - waiting for GE's mod and players for it.))
sunshadow21
Explorer
Therella will work. Go ahead and have her leave the inn. I'll PM on details of how to join the game.
Songdragon
Explorer
The half-elf nods to Krad, "Good luck to you. I have business to attend. Perhaps find some work to guard a caravan or the like. Something to fill my purse and travel the wilds. The Earth Mother's blessings upon you." with that the woman takes up her pack and departs
perrinmiller
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InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
The door opens, and a half-orc strides in.
His outfit is in fine gabardine, well-woven, in black and gray, with red piping on the epaulets. Around his neck, proudly displayed, is a large red pendant, surrounded by smaller red stones. He wears a kilt, made of metal sheets chained together, each sheet bearing a red handprint. A similar large red handprint emblazons his black cloak, and slung across his back is a gleaming new silver greataxe, also bearing his crimson symbol.
His face is serene, clean, solid, beatific, and his long hair falls in well-kept sheets behind him. He would almost seem human, if not for the exaggerated points on his ears, hefty frame, and strange golden glow to his skin.
He spreads his hands, somehow dyed a deep crimson, in a gesture of magnanimous welcome. Something, or some things, appears to scamper underneath his outfit, across his body. Mutterings from all corners of the Dunn Wright Inn start up in welcome recognition, as if the timbers and stones themselves knew who this is.
"The Red Hand has returned!"
From behind the counter, a filled mug of ale rises, seemingly gripped by a strong, ruby hand. It floats across to the half-orc, who takes a swig from it directly, without raising a finger... except, it appears he is holding onto the mug normally.
"Thank you, Marla, just add it to our tab."
He triumphantly passes by the tables of others to sit at one large table in particular--similarly marked with a red handprint. He sits back in a large seat.
"Please, come, join, let us talk! I would love to hear your stories!"
His voice, sonorous and baritone, resonates through the building.
His outfit is in fine gabardine, well-woven, in black and gray, with red piping on the epaulets. Around his neck, proudly displayed, is a large red pendant, surrounded by smaller red stones. He wears a kilt, made of metal sheets chained together, each sheet bearing a red handprint. A similar large red handprint emblazons his black cloak, and slung across his back is a gleaming new silver greataxe, also bearing his crimson symbol.
His face is serene, clean, solid, beatific, and his long hair falls in well-kept sheets behind him. He would almost seem human, if not for the exaggerated points on his ears, hefty frame, and strange golden glow to his skin.
He spreads his hands, somehow dyed a deep crimson, in a gesture of magnanimous welcome. Something, or some things, appears to scamper underneath his outfit, across his body. Mutterings from all corners of the Dunn Wright Inn start up in welcome recognition, as if the timbers and stones themselves knew who this is.
"The Red Hand has returned!"
From behind the counter, a filled mug of ale rises, seemingly gripped by a strong, ruby hand. It floats across to the half-orc, who takes a swig from it directly, without raising a finger... except, it appears he is holding onto the mug normally.
"Thank you, Marla, just add it to our tab."
He triumphantly passes by the tables of others to sit at one large table in particular--similarly marked with a red handprint. He sits back in a large seat.
"Please, come, join, let us talk! I would love to hear your stories!"
His voice, sonorous and baritone, resonates through the building.
OOC: Yoshiki Akita is a Level 2 Monk.
GlassEye
Adventurer
Imelda Moretti
In the half-orc's wake a woman enters the Dunn Wright Inn. She carries herself with noble bearing and though her clothing is simpler than that worn by the nobility in Venza it is well-made and makes one suspect that she is a member of a lesser, rural nobility family. A bruise colors her right cheek and the purple flesh also visibly bears a dark thread that stitches closed a nasty looking gash.
She slips through the crowded room until she reaches the bar where she holds a low conversation with Grog. Turning away she meets the eye of Zelena and smiles briefly before a quick nod of greeting.
As the woman leaves the bar for the hallway and a private meeting room Grog slaps a large, meaty hand down on the top of the bar with a sound that catches the attention of most in the room.
"Listen up, youse! Da Lady lookin' ta hire somma ya. 'Sperienced an' level-hed' she sez. Ya know da drill.
Having said his bit the bartender goes back to wiping out glasses with his fingers and slinging drinks.
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In the half-orc's wake a woman enters the Dunn Wright Inn. She carries herself with noble bearing and though her clothing is simpler than that worn by the nobility in Venza it is well-made and makes one suspect that she is a member of a lesser, rural nobility family. A bruise colors her right cheek and the purple flesh also visibly bears a dark thread that stitches closed a nasty looking gash.
She slips through the crowded room until she reaches the bar where she holds a low conversation with Grog. Turning away she meets the eye of Zelena and smiles briefly before a quick nod of greeting.
As the woman leaves the bar for the hallway and a private meeting room Grog slaps a large, meaty hand down on the top of the bar with a sound that catches the attention of most in the room.
"Listen up, youse! Da Lady lookin' ta hire somma ya. 'Sperienced an' level-hed' she sez. Ya know da drill.
Having said his bit the bartender goes back to wiping out glasses with his fingers and slinging drinks.
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