[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010

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[sblock=OOC:MetaVoid]This should be up to date. Not sure on Alexia at this point.

http://www.enworld.org/forum/living-eberron/278508-leb-tavern-patrons.html#post5217736 [/sblock]

 

[KarinsDad]

"Sellswords? Methinks we need a sell-shield."

"Yeah. We need a sell-shield and a sell-healer. Preferably ones in plate mail." Grys says with a chuckle.

 

[Luinnar]

A plain, pale, short and crabby looking Eladrin walks into the tavern followed by a white cat. He sweep across the room, taking a seat in the far corner.

What we need is someone who is not weak-willed. Someone who can stand up to dark magic. Mythra says as Martha the cat jumps up on the table besides him.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Oi Braddock, dey be callin' fer us: Bold, meaty and strong blablablawhogivesashi" Muzdum nudges his comrade.

 

[TwoHeadsBarking]

One of the tavern's patrons, before now silent, appears to take notice when the tanned eladrin starts talking about hiring. The patron, a young, pale woman, takes a curious, winding path across the tavern towards the newcomers. She appears to be avoiding direct sunlight, but it doesn't look like she's giving any thought to her movements. As she speaks to the group she nervously fidgets with the rosary wrapped around one of her hands, "Um, hello. My name is Alexia. I don't mean to interrupt your conversation, but I couldn't help but overhear and I may be what you're looking for. I'm quite capable of supporting those I travel with. More than just tending to wounds, although I'm not bad at that either. I have a shield and, well, not plate, but chainmail, which I guess isn't bad. Also," her expression sharpens into a grin, "I'm not unfamiliar with the sorts of magic one needs a strong mind against. Although... I suppose it would be prudent to ask what exactly you're looking to hire someone like me for first. You all appear to be rather, ah, hurt."

 

[KarinsDad]

"That we are lass. We took an assignment from a professor at Morgrave University. Little did we know that the assignment would consist of fighting dark forces. Forces that drove the strongest of us either off or mad. Forces that would nearly destroy the rest of us. And, forces that had one person who could heal us leave to re-evaluate his life. So, there are only four of us remaining. And we have need of another strong ally, one who can serve as a protector for the rest of us so that we can have time to do what we do best. We also have need of a replacement healer who can mend our wounds when the unexpected, or should I say the expected, occurs. There is a bit of a mystery afoot. One professor disappeared or died in a fire. Another is trying to follow in his research, or to at least uncover part of the mystery. And our small band here is doing his leg work for him. He has another assignment for us. So, we have the need for certain types of individuals to fill in the functional gaps in our team. Are you interested?" Grys asks.

 

[MetaVoid]

"You might say that again, miss. It is as my companions say, dark magic, strong influence and dire peril. All for our convenience." rumbles something that cannot be seen yet through the open door.

Then a goliath bows down to pass through the door and with a sigh straightens again. He also bears marks of recent combat, but he's fairly clean, no blood can be seen on him, but he looks wearied and pale. Huge maul still bears traces of some goo and the runes on it pulsate angrily.

"Brews, please give us some strong spirits and have your people prepare hot baths. Find one big enough for me if you please."

Orsik nods to his companions
"I'll clean up and go shopping, see you tomorrow at the professors?"

 

[FourMonos]

"Oi Braddock, dey be callin' fer us: Bold, meaty and strong ...

"Maybe they be needing the expertise of your services, my friend. Meaty and strong doesn't describe my strengths. Besides one of the elves is right 'onery. I'd hate to end up killing him for what amounts to be a personality disorder."

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdum rolls his eyes and places his chin on the table, his beard scrambling over it as well. "Oh yer'ight." he says with a bored expression. "Ye know, all dat people said 'bout dis taver? Orcshi! Nathin' eve' happens 'ere!"

 

[drothgery]

"...He has another assignment for us. So, we have the need for certain types of individuals to fill in the functional gaps in our team. Are you interested?" Grys asks.

"It seems" Narvala said. "That you are not seeking someone with my talents. My ability to channel the Flame's power to heal are quite limited. In... other directions... I have more than a little skill."

[sblock=ooc]Narvala is an invoker; it sounds like you're looking for a leader and a defender.[/sblock]