[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010

[Luinnar]

"Besides one of the elves is right 'onery. I'd hate to end up killing him for what amounts to be a personality disorder."

I'm not an elf fool! says Mythra, disgusted at the very thought at being mistaken for an elf. Can't you tell the subtle difference between Eladrin and Elfs, or are you that uneducated?

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Mythra is generally is crabby to everyone, don't take anything personally
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[FourMonos]

...Can't you tell the subtle difference between Eladrin and Elfs, or are you that uneducated?

"Ah, well, ye see now..."

Braddock taps the used tobacco from his pipe.

"Ye seem to have made a mistake..."

He slowly packs his pipe again.

"...common enough, really... "

*pack* slowly *pack*

"Muzdum, want any pipe smoke? No, ye sure? Good stuff."

*pack* slowly *lights with a stick* *puff*

"...ye've made the assumption..."


*puff*


"...that I care."

[sblock=ooc] Oh I know Luinnar, I think you roleplay him brilliantly! I'm just having some fun. Braddock's been here waiting for a long time [/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

From the spot, Muzdum grin a sheepis smile. "Hehe he... he..." he laughs, his mass shaking as he does so. "Good one mate."

 

[KarinsDad]

"I guess he told you Mythra. Straight from the horses mouth. He doesn't care that he is uneducated. I keep telling you to not talk to uneducated Dwarves, but you never seem to listen." Grys says with a twinkle in his eye.

 

[Luinnar]

I don't care if he is an uneducated dolt, Mythra says indigently. He is just showing how brainless his species is.

Brainless as they are short, he adds.

 

[twilsemail]

Brews, after getting Pis’ attention, motions for him to come to the bar. “Ah… Excuse me, if you would.”

Pis is handed a folded note and scans it quickly. His eyebrows raise and he hurries over to Jarren. “If you would pardon me for… a while, it seems I am having business to be tending to elsewhere in the city. If something comes up, leave a note with Brews, I’m sure I will get it.”

He turns to those he was conversing with earlier, “Braddock, Muzdum, please. I am begging your pardons. I have to be going for a little while.”

After he’s made his farewells Pis departs the Tavern for parts and business unknown.

[sblock=OOC]Pis is stepping out for a bit. He’ll be tagging along with Susan and Jarren if they end up finding an adventure.[/sblock]

 

[Walking Dad]

Deimos Vrago, Tiefling Wizard (Mage)

A man enters, wearing nondescript reddish robe and a yellow cloak. On his back is a backpack and nearly always in his hand is a black staff, topped with what looks like a frozen flame.As he pulls back the cowl he reveals a light red-skinned face with black hair and horns.
"Hello everyone. My name is Deimos Vrago. I'm looking for a changeling called 'Wallflower' and / or a job in the adventure business. Any help or suggestion would be much appreciated."

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Deimos Vrago

My second character. Needs approvals.

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[raion]

A wiry young man in leathers walks in the door, and looks around at the crowd inside. After a pause, he walks over to an empty table, dropping his bag, and slumping into a seat.

Tock d'Tharashk

[sblock=ooc]Retired Serris, bringing in Tock[/sblock]

 

[KarinsDad]

Tock d'Tharashk

OOC: Your link doesn't work. You should add your PC to the character name page and avoid special characters in the link.

 

[twilsemail]

Just behind the weary traveler, an oddity walks in. Charcoal skin with ebon geomantic lines crossing wherever it’s exposed is covered by finely etched scale armor. The Book of Aureon painstakingly wrought on each scale. “I’m Mal, that’s Tock. We hear there’s work to be found here for those lookin’ for it. It does look like we’ll have a bit of competition, however…”He heads to the bar and gets drinks for the two of them. He walks to his companion carrying a steaming mug and a frosty tankard.

Before taking a seat he sets his backpack and a leather scroll case beneath the table and rests his weapon against the wall behind Tock. The weapon looks crudely made but well cared for. An blade that looks to have come from the jawbone of a large predatory animal is set on the end of a rough haft and bound with leather, beads and feathers dangle just beneath the blade itself.