Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Jbean]

[sblock=OOC]Galinndan, Eladrin Warlord[/sblock]

 

[Don Incognito]

The tavern door opens, and in a drunken haze staggers in a young man with vaguely elvish features. A brown hoodless cloak wraps him, but astute observers notice that he is wearing a rather worn set of scale armor and carrying a long sword, which is currently strapped at his waist. He stumbles to a table and collapses into a chair, eyes shut as his head rests on the table. He appears hung over, perhaps even half asleep, but even in his current drowsy state, he is able to loudly voice a warning to the bar.

"I'm tired and my head hurts. Anyone who touches me dies."

[sblock=OOC]Lorik here. He hasn't been approved yet, but he will be shortly.

*glare at judges*[/sblock]

 

[Nebten]

Dane nudges a near-by patron about the elf's entrance.

"Looks like da elf drank water that had moss growin' in it. It's not like dem elves can drink real spirits anyways!"

 

[stonegod]

The door opens, and a shadowy figure walks in. As the shadows part, it is clear the visitor is a warforged from the metal and wood visible from its crimson and purple robes. As it watches, one can see flame flare along its limbs.

I come once again to this place of mercenaries and destiny. For those whom can be trusted and fear not the madness that crawls beneath the earth, my employer has need of you. Speak now or remain silent.[sblock=OOC]The Sibylline Idol needs one or two souls. We have a warlock, ranger, and warlord; a defender and/or controller would be grand.[/sblock]

 

[Don Incognito]

Lorik looks up from the table, squinting groggily at what appears to be three warforged. He looks harder, and comes to the conclusion that it is, in fact, one warforged. He tries to brush himself off and look distinguished.

"I'm always up for whatever. Does the gig pay? I always prefer gigs that pay."

[sblock=OOC]I'm a defender, so if you can put up with his attitude, I'm totally down for it. Also, I like games that move quickly.[/sblock]

 

[Nebten]

The dwarf readies his waraxe almost instantly at the proposal.

"Have axe, will travel. If ye be headin' under the ground, then you'll be needin' a dwarf! If ya boss pays well, then he'l be getting a deal. WHo knows how long another oppertunity like this arises. Lead the way machine!"

[sblock=OOC] Dwarf fighter here. My character doesn't have much of an attitude. I'll be posting at least once a day if not more (unless I'm out of town of course =v). [/sblock]

 

[Walking Dad]

An eladrin in a hide armor that seem to be of some plant material steps in after the warforged. He carries a sword and shield and is very compact for his race. He addresses the warforged:
"Ok, Incarnation. This two look like the more warrior type, but I would like also a more bookish type...."

 

[EvolutionKB]

A shifter walks into the place after the other two. With his keen senses, he could hear what the others said from outside. "Y-Y-Yes, the sort of m-m-magic that comes from b-books, not from other s-s-sources," the shifter says, nodding towards the warforged.

 

[Nebten]

"Well if yar looking for thos' who deal in books, I would go to the library. Har Har Har!," Dane says without realizing it might not be the best idea to make a joke at the expense of his new found employeers. He shifts his weight to take the presure off his bad leg.

 

[ukingsken]

I'm willing and more then able if magic is what you need. If not get out of my sight.

[sblock=ooc] Vashik is a wizard, so hed certainly fit. He doesnt have attitude, he just dislikes... well mostly everyone lol.[/sblock]