[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010

[Walking Dad]

Varis d'Lyrandar , Half-Elf Bard 4

"A toast on conquered weakness and possible new friends!"
Varis toasts after getting a mug.

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Needs to be approved:
LEBC:Varis d'Lyrandar (Walking Dad) - ENWiki[/sblock]

 

[johnmeier1]

With that, Dalvach stands and moves cautiously yet confidently towards Baern's table, dragging his hammer on the floor as he approaches. He then bends at the hip very low till his beard brushes the floor. He coughs once, to clear his throat then begins, "Hail good dwarf, well met, and pleasure too. May the sun always shine on your side of the mountain, and may ye be too deep in it to know. What clan do ye hail from and what brings ye to these parts? I don't rightly recognize your features to know how old ye be, but obviously old enough to know business like his," Dalvach glances at the wizard who owns the pet dead thing, "is bad business. I am Dalvach Dagda, investigator, inspirator, cleanser and waker of souls, at your service."

Baern sees Dalvach approach and puts down his boot and axe. He waits through the other dwarf's lengthy introduction and the interruption before replying. May you find a deep and full mine, Dalvach. I am Baern Woodsbane. My father oft spoke of the Kolkarun clan as ours, but I never met one of them before he died. I raised myself in the Reaches and i am old enough to know the horrors of the last war yet too young to remember before it. I don't have any business right now, although in the past I have guarded caravans for House Orien... He trails off and looks around to see if anyone was listening and looking in his direction. Baern motions for Dalvach to join him and continues in Dwarvish.

[sblock=dwarvish] This is my first time in this place, what manner of mercinaries and magic users are these? [/sblock]

 

[Mezegis]

Ryda yawns a bit as she looks around, conflicting emotions flicker across her face before she stands up resolutly, and strides over to the bar. Returning a few minutes later with a bowl of stew and a mug of water, she sets herself the task of "cleaning" the bowl while she waits for conversation to resume.

 

[johnmeier1]

[sblock=Tavern Census]In the past month's posts, some are not approved yet

Varis d'Lyrandar (Walking Dad), Half-Elf Bard 4 (Leader)
Grys (KarinsDad), Eladrin Hybrid Swordmage | Wizard 4 (Controller/Defender)
Nyar Harbor (FourMonos), human Wizard 4 (Controller)
Dalvach Dagda (modest), Dwarven Ardent 4 (Leader)
Ryda (Mezegis), Half-Orc Ranger 4 (Striker)
Unit 16 (evilbob), Warforged Warden 4 (Defender)
Jarren Star Gazer (Antithetist), Shifter Shaman 4 (Leader)
Baern Woodsbane (johnmeier1), dwarf ranger 4 (Striker)
Mythra Stelwart (Luinnar, Eladrin Wizard 4 (Controller)
Daegaul Useurhy (Zissou), Half-Elf Battlemind 4 (Defender)
Veruza Jeleka (CaBana), Kalashtar Cleric 4 (Leader)

4 Leaders
2.5 Controllers
2.5 Defenders
2 Strikers
11 PCs

Bold is not in an adventure yet
2 Leaders
1.5 Controllers
1.5 Defenders
2 Strikers

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[ScorpiusRisk]

[sblock=Rhapsody]Nyar Harbor (FourMonos), human Wizard 4 (Controller)
Dalvach Dagda (modest), Dwarven Ardent 4 (Leader)
Daegaul Useurhy (Zissou), Half-Elf Battlemind 4 (Defender)
Veruza Jeleka (CaBana), Kalashtar Cleric 4 (Leader)

Are waiting for Rhapsody, my adventure.[/sblock]

 

[modest]

"Aye..ye are a rare one indeed then. It is said that those from the Reaches learn to kill before they can crawl, so I've heard. I can't speak for the rest of this muck," Dalvach gestures to the rest of the tavern, "but the ones I travel with do honest work. My mission is to rid filth, not add to it." Dalvach signals to Brews that he has become thirsty again. "I'll pay ye well barkeep, if ye bring me something a little heavier." He chuckles as he turns back to Baern, his eyes a milky white with no pupils or iris. "My friend Daegaul says that all dwarves are alcoholics, and he would like for us to join him and Nyar at their table. Would ye care to accompany us?"

 

[johnmeier1]

Very well Baern replies. He puts his shoe back on his foot and the axe back on his belt. He walks over with Dalvach to the other table and reintroduces himself I am Baern Woodsbane, ranger formerly of the Reaches. I would take drink with you and hear of your plans.

[sblock=OOC] Moved my character over to the wiki and he is approved.
http://leb.wikia.com/wiki/LEB:PC:Baern_Woodsbane_(johnmeier1)
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[FourMonos]

"Hail and well met Bearn," Nyar stands with his greeting. He makes no move to lift his much handled goggles while addressing the dwarf.

"Forgive me if I seem out of sorts," Nyar waves at Brews to indicate a round of drinks. "It is my first time here in this city."

After a momentary pause, he sits and continues, "This isn't my usual habitat. I am a mage of simple purpose. I came here because my old friend Dalvach asked me to join him. I owe much to Dalvach. For few people would I travel such distance without previous knowledge of our cause."

Nyar takes a drink from the newly arrived beer, glancing about the bar. "Currently, it appears our task is waiting. What brings you here?"

 

[johnmeier1]

Baern grumbles and looks at his feed when directly asked the last question by Nyar. I suppose you could say I am looking for a new job or career. But my only skill seems to be in matters of war. Perhaps Tooth and Claw can be used for a nobler purpose someday. He tilts his head to the left and right seeming to indicate the large waraxes on his back.

[sblock=Appearance]
Baern is tall for his race with thick black hair and short but well kept beard. He wears a suit of chainmail that appears to be crafted from chiseled stone. Twin waraxes are crossed over his shoulders with handles within easy reach. Light blue amulet is draped around his neck and a belt of small axes fits around his stout belly. A cloak of natural colors sits on his shoulders along with a small traveling pack.
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[ScorpiusRisk]

A well worked halfling enters the tavern. He is dressed moderately, his clothing simple and meant for work but of a higher than average quality. A brown leather vest covers that, and dagger hangs from his belt. A pack hangs off one hip with the strap going across the opposite shoulder.

His eyes quickly scan the room, and with a half smile he slowly approached the bar. He takes off his hat as he does so, revealing a head of dark brown hair with a tuft of white.

[sblock=Dalvach]You know this man, though it seems he hasn't spotted you. Melkin Giadan is of House Jorasco and an old contact of yours from when he was stationed in the north.[/sblock]