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The Four Lands - The Intelligence Service

Charley Demmo, Priest of the Light

As the music starts back up again, the door to the tavern opens and a rather pale village priest enters. His oversized cloak covers him to maximum modesty, leaving only his sandled feet and lightly tanned hands visible. His head is covered by a floppy hat to keep the sun off his pale face. He closes the door behind him and looks about the room. Letting his gaze float over the crowd, he lingers on the bard playing and the barkeep. His eyes light up, and he moves to the bar, "Ale if you please," he asks the barkeep. "Is this your usual crowd? Business looks like it's thriving."
 

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Donvan Tepari, human cleric

"Yes my new friends, we will all be helpers on a big job, see," he says holding out the paper. "We will also be paid in gold." he continues holding up the gold piece.

Donovan, at the bar for his refill as the boistrous barbarian makes his announcement, chuckles slightly.

"I'm starting to wonder if anyone in this place isn't here because of a mysterious note," he says, joining those near the bard.

"Brother Donovan Tepari," he says by way of introduction. He nods to the table where Netzach and Arie sit. "Brother Arie and Netzach over there. All three of us got notes, too."
 

"Yes my new friends, we will all be helpers on a big job, see," he says holding out the paper. "We will also be paid in gold." he continues holding up the gold piece.

"Play on Master Bard for it is a grand day!" Frigin says before leaving the bard's company and returning to stand by the bar near Orion and Braxton.

the loud man wakes Netzach from his drunken sleep.
"What? oh... Well met... Warrior. Keep your voice down, some of us like quiet time. I'm beginning to gather that I'll be working WITH you. Well if it brings me closer to the goal I can see us co-existing for some time. However if the chance to be free arises and you stop me, I'll wear you skin as a trophy"
he crosses his arms and closes his eyes again. after a few seconds he then wakes up and orders another bottle of wine.
 

the loud man wakes Netzach from his drunken sleep.
"What? oh... Well met... Warrior. Keep your voice down, some of us like quiet time. I'm beginning to gather that I'll be working WITH you. Well if it brings me closer to the goal I can see us co-existing for some time. However if the chance to be free arises and you stop me, I'll wear you skin as a trophy"
he crosses his arms and closes his eyes again. after a few seconds he then wakes up and orders another bottle of wine.

Orion waves the handkerchief away, leans over and quietly says to Braxton, "Guess he got a note too... Can't say I'm looking forward to working with him... Seems to have a bit of a temper..."

Orion looks to the door as yet another person enters... "My goodness... Haven't seen this many clergymen in a bar since.... Hm. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke..." Orion shakes his head, chuckling.
 

Frigin

"HAHA!! A joke my friend please tell it," Frigin says laughing heartly.

"Another here barkeep!!" he adds.
 

Braxton chuckles at Orion's comment and nods. "Indeed, my friend. If we're forced to work with that one, it sounds like we all might do well to keep an eye on him."
 

Nicodemus Brightlaw III (Nico)

The Sparrow door bangs open, presenting a view of the back of a large man in a cloak that were likely quite fine when his night began. Now it appears as though he's dragged it through several bars and the muck of all the streets in between, and possibly been in a few scrapes as well.

"Thanks, Orston! I think I'll be OK from here!"

He turns into the room, and his strong Mediterranean features become puzzled for a moment. "Now, where did I put my coinpurse? I'm gonna want another drink." Though his speech is a bit slurred with alcohol, the slow cadence of the Confederacy is apparent on his tongue.

He makes his way over to the bar and orders an ale, then turns to lean back against the bar and begins taking in his surroundings.
 

The priest in the black robe and scull cap finishes his beer and rises to get to the bar, near the priest in the white robe.

"BarKeep, a glass of wine this time, if you pleassse." then turning to ...

OOC: good grief, there are a lot of priests here! which one of you is wearing a white robe? I lost track!
 

Stalker contemplate joining the crowd at the bar but quickly rejects the idea. Although Stalker enjoys socialising, he has found that he can learn more by staying in the background and listening. He does however, carefully note the names of the strangers.
 

If I may

[sblock=Tap Room The Faded Sparrow]
Nicodemus Brightlaw III
Braxton Hague
Orion Brightmane (in white)
Frigin
Donvan Tepari
Netzach Maccabi
Arie
Charly Demmo
Lylr Vaughan(unintroduced just mysterious bard)
Stalker (also unintroduced mysterious axe wielder) [/sblock]

[sblock=descriptions]
Here's what I could find and I uped Frigin's height because of all the tall people hope that was o.k.

Stalker is a tall, heavily built human male. He has brown frizzy hair and piercing blue eyes. He usually wears black leather armor and carries a set of axes. Stalker has a pale face, which is usually covered in three or four days of stubble.
Stalker is usually accompanied by a scruffy looking, light brown, wire-hired, mongrel dog.
height 6'-1"

Frigin is a hulking figure with big shoulders and arms. He has a small stoop and may be developing a
hunchback only time will tell. He is bald do to bad love tonic he bought when younger and the hair growing tonic he go tto
replace his hair only made his hands and feet swell for a week. He has a clift chin and braod nose and is always looking
about with his eyes while not moving his head. But the first thing anyone notices are the round large lobed ears, he won't
say what tonic did that to him.
Height 6'-8"

While Donovan tends to keep them covered, he bears various tatoos, most of them found near one or more of the scars he received in the fights those tatoos represent. The only generally-visible tatoo is that of Saint Pelor's sun symbol, which he had set on the back of his right hand when he took his vows. As for the scars, the only one he does nothing to conceal is the crecent-shaped mark near his left eye. Gained while holding off a half-dozen ruffians who were trying to extort gold from an elderly merchant, the scar reminds Donovan of the providence he's had; once he would have called it luck that saved his eye, now he believes it was a touch of the divine.
Donovan wears the more formal robes of his office when circumstances call for it, but prefers more humble attire. While his beard is more evenly trimmed and his face cleaner, he might still be mistaken for a laborer--with his broad shoulders, rough hands, and only-slightly-better-than-commoner's clothes--were it not for Saint Pelor's symbol hung prominently about his neck by a silver chain.
Height 6'-2"

Physically, Nico is an oddity in his family. While he has the typical Brightlaw coloring - Mediteranean Olive skin, black hair and green eyes - he is much larger than most of the Brightlaws. Males in the Brightlaw family average about 5½ feet and slender, and only very rarely do they reach six feet. Nico is almost 6½ feet tall and weighs in at a muscular 225 pounds. He uses his size to his advantage, deliberately leading people to underestimate his intelligence and view him as nothing more than a big, good looking 'jock

Well-dressed, tall, and with a muscular build, Braxton looks the part of a young nobleman. His strawberry-blonde hair is nearly shoulder length, and a broad white smile is ever-present upon his face. His eyes are the color of the sea after a storm, and his handsome features make him quite popular with the ladies.
Braxton is quite taken with dressing in fine clothing, and always tries to maintain a clean, immaculate appearance. His usual dress consists of fine wool pants tucked into lustrously polished leather boots, and a brightly colored silk shirt over which he wears a suede open coat with slashed sleeves. A wide and finely tooled belt finishes the ensemble, to which he straps his longblade and dagger. He wears a shirt of finely wrought mithral chain under his clothing, and wears a few trinkets and baubles of gold and silver to help maintain the illusion of a young aristocrat.
Height 6'2" [/sblock]
 

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