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Topic: The Scarred Continents: The Grail of Blades
Subject: Shoot... Didn't think this through...
Looking up, the Pilgrim smiles at Damir, gesturing for him to take a seat.
"Wise words, my friend, and not wasted upon my ears. Here, you must be hungered by your travels." Looking to the side, Damir notices a plate of food that he was certain wasn't there before steaming on a rock. Looking back at his newfound companion he gets his first good look at the Pilgrim's features.
"Please take a seat...the wilderness minds not whether you sit upon a fallen trunk or overturned bolder."
A Half-Elf, tall, black haired and with a noble complexion, around his neck rests a green scale as would an amulet. Damir also notes a blade slung on his left (making the Pilgrim presumably right-handed) and a series of rings marked with strange symbols save for two, one bearing the symbol of Avandra, the other of S'hiras Ahran.
"So, tell me, what brings you here from...the north if my estimates are correct? Not to many travellers come that way."
"Well, umm," Damir started, suddenly realizing he had nothing to say. Always a recluse Damir never had to deal with people much. After conversations he would think of thousands of witty comments and such that he should of used but hen it came down to actually conversing with people Damir might as well have been Deaf and Dumb. He actually spent a lot of his climb down to the little campsite practicing his first opening line in which he'd introduce himself, but now that that was over, he didn't have the slightest what to do. "I was up- up north, yeah. And- And well, uhmmm, I- Well- I."
Embarrassed Damir grabbed for his bow, for some reason, the feel of the wood in his hands always calmed him.
"I'm sorry, let me try again." Damir muttered, diverting his gaze slightly and gripping 'Hope' tightly. "I- Well, I was sent by Kolussus. He- Uhmm, well, he- he gave me his last request, which was, uhmmm, to find and escort you to, uhh, Moonstair. But, uhmm, sir. You don't really seem like you need it much... What with what I'd guess to be a- a dragon scale hanging from you neck..."
Looking again at the Pilgrims face, Damir smiled slightly. Give him a beast to fight any day of the week, he'd gladly do it. Face him up with another intelligent being and make him have a conversation, and he'd perish.
Posted on 2011-09-26 at 21:05:30.
Edited on 2011-09-26 at 21:09:27 by TsAh
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Topic: Claiming the Crown
Subject: Respond
Reginald neither moved to accept his mead, nor to sit down. He just sat there staring at Ta'nil, deadly quiet until he said in a harsh whispered. "My client doesn't like being lied to, Ta'nil. And neither do I."
Fluid like a wraith Reginald took a step forward and put a huge meaty hand on Ta'nil's shoulder, and jammed, what felt like a small, easily hidden hand-crossbow into Ta'nil's back.
"Put the drinks on my tab, Herm." Reginald said, almost pulling Ta'nil from his seat and steering him out of the tavern. "Don't expect any help from the guard," he whispered cruelly. "My client has quite a bit of influence."
He didn't speak again until they were safely tucked away in a dark alley. "Now where is it? Where is the damn ruby! We know for a fact that you stole it for that wretched widow Katlin; who claimed it to be her husbands! Tell me where it is and my client gave me permission to kill you quickly. Don't, and well, you can expect a painful death. Then" he chuckled and pointed the hand-crossbow at Ta'nil's face. "We may have to pay the beautiful Ms. Katlin a visit."
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Bem fell with one slash from shoulder to hip, the light of life fading from his eyes, his lifeblood now painting Telas's sword red.
The three other men cried out in shock. The closest, being the bearded man that had first addressed Telas, hoped down from his horse with a howl. Screaming a series of profanities he charged forward, drawing a wicked, notched battle-axe along the way.
The next closest one, the smaller rider, also tried to dismount, but in his haste he fell to the ground, hitting his head on a rock. He didn't move, but was visibly breathing.
The farthest away, however did not dismount. Instead pulled out a crossbow and began to load it up, uttering curses under his breath as his fingers trembled with adrenaline.
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The guard nodded, smiling rather stupidly at Quinn "Certainly is, ma'am. Open 'er up, Mryn!" At this last little bit he turned around to face the small gate and banged his shield with his spear.
"Right away, Jonan." came a voice from inside the gate.
The gate started to swing inward, exposing the small town in all it's glory. "Please be enjoyin' yer stay, ma'am." Jonan grinned. "But mind yerself. We don' allow any fightin' or such. If yer lookin' fer somewhere to stay then you'll wanna head towards the market. We only have one inn, the Beheaded Jester. If yer lookin' fer some eatin' or drinkin' then there's tavern, the Blind Rat, right beside it. Impossible to miss. Also, if yer lookin' for a little company then I'll be down there later tonight." he winked, smiled a yellow-toothed grin, and stepped aside to allow Quinn entrance into the small town of Tramell.
Posted on 2011-09-16 at 00:19:42.
Edited on 2011-09-16 at 00:22:13 by TsAh
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Topic: Claiming the Crown
Subject: Claiming the Crown
Telas stood on the tip of the hill just off the side of the road, looking down at the capital city of Tramell... If you could call it a city. It certainly was larger than the small hamlet he hailed from, but even though, it was still relatively small. It was mainly just a huge, gated castle surrounded by several little cottages on all sides and farmland beyond that, all this surrounded by a large wooden wall. In the middle of the town, by the castle gate, was a rather busy market in which some kind of commotion was going on. It was to far to tell what, but there was definitely something going on there.
Telas could hear a couple of horses nearby, their riders being loud and rambunctious. Probably more of the bounty hunters out for that assassin, bringing some poor chaps body along the way.
"Whoa, look here, my fine friends." One of the riders (a big, burly man with a extremely tangled beard) chided, pulling up level with Telas. "That's some mighty old looking armor. Good condition, but old. Probably could fetch a fair amount of gold."
"Now that I think about it," said another rider. "Antiques like this shouldn't be worn or used in battle, no. They should be put on display in a safe environment, away from any harm."
The other riders laughed, pulling up with the big one. "You think we should... confiscate it, Bem?" Asked one of the smaller riders, looking, rather greedily, at the jewels on the hilt of Telas's great sword.
"Oh," Bem started, dismounting from his horse. "I suppose..."
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Ta'nil sat at his favorite tavern, the Blind Rat, sipping on his preferred drink and listening to the conversations going on around him. He was quite enjoying himself, that is, until he was poked sharply in the back.
"Ta'nil." the poker spoke, as if uttering a disgusting word. "I believe that you have something of our client... And he's inclined to get it back."
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"May I help you, ma'am?" said the Guard at the entrance to the gate of the town, holding onto his spear tightly. "You know, we don't see many women-folk traveling on their own around here." he paused for a moment. "Say, you wouldn't happen to be one of them queer druids that've been rumored to be hanging around the deepest parts of these woods, would you? Naw," he said, cutting Quinn off before she could speak. "They don't come out of that god-damned forest, besides, Mryn says their ain't any druids in them woods. But then that means that you must be here fer that reward the queen mentioned. But you ain't carryin' a body, an' besides, you wouldn't be interested in the Princess anyhow. Unless you are one of them types." The guard said, suddenly looking very interested. "But you know, how bout this. You jus' let me know why yer here and I can let you through."
The guard stood there then, and for the first time since Quinn had seen him, was quiet long enough for her to speak.
Posted on 2011-09-15 at 04:15:31.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown Q&A
Subject: Clockwork Demise's character
Name: Telas
Race: Human
Age: 26
Favoured Weapon: Greatsword
Description: Tall, around 6ft, fairly lean, muddy brown hair, blue eyes, fairly sharp features. Wears an antiquated suit of leather armour and carries an ancient greatsword.
Background: Telas was born in Loiw in a small farming community. A powerful man, he was soon able to make a comfortable living from his family's farm and, after mustering enough courage, marry.
This idylic life came to an end when, mere days ago, renegades stormed accross the border, turning to banditry after their king's demise. They torched most of the farms and slew Telas' wife and child.
Heedless of the Elders' warnings, Telas broke into the town hall one night and stole the ancient relics of Amnerial Crowrthrone, a hero who had fallen defending the hamlet. Now, only seeking to avenge his family, he travels to Tramell's capital to find his sister and, perhaps some peace of mind, before beginning his quest for vengance.
OOC: Basically, Telas is a Paladin who doesn't worship a deity but instead is driven by ideals...
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 21:51:59.
Edited on 2011-09-13 at 21:52:15 by TsAh
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Topic: Claiming the Crown Q&A
Subject: Takley's Character
Ta'nil
Male Halfling
23
A rogue is only in the business for their own good, most say. That is, until they meet Ta'nil. They say he is a man, no a halfman that is devoted to the people of the world without invoking the law. That is to say, he may have his moments. With the search of a man under way, he cannot stay still. He must avenge the murder, even if it is one of the governments people
Daggers are his favored weapon.
He's been a Con artist for most his life.
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 21:30:47.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown Q&A
Subject: Lady Dark's Character
Quinn Prentiss
Female Half-elf
20
5' 6" with sandy brown hair just over shoulder length, and teal eyes. Pale but clear complexion. Walks with a slight limp - previous injury to left knee. Only troubles her in extreme cold or not enough rest.
Typically wears a long chainmail shirt under a sleeveless brown cloth tunic and a pair of green dyed leather leggings, and soft soled knee-high leather boots that lace up the front.
Carries a pack that contains the following: bedroll, 20 ft. of rope, a torch, a metal bowl, a wooden spoon, flint and steel for fires, and waterskin.
Favors the shortsword and dagger. Familiar with bows, but not preferred. Usually has a dagger in her boot as well as one belted at her waist. Currently possesses no shortsword.
Background:
Taken by slavers at a very young age, Quinn grew up under harsh conditions which only served to strengthen her. When she was 17 she was sold to a human warlord, who took her to his lands far, far away. She made her escape a year later, killing three in her light. However, she was branded anathema, and all who assisted her would be put to death.
She was found at the bottom of a ravine with a badly broken leg, and the knee twisted. A kind stranger discovered her and took her home with him, healed her, and out of gratitude, she stayed with him several months. They had begun to fall in love when her owner's men rousted him out of the house one morning while she was off hunting, and left his slaughtered body in the yard for her to find, as a message to turn herself in
She has been running ever since. Her ultimate goal is to buy her freedom, or kill the warlord who still owns her, and find a way to honor the memory of her savior.
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 21:27:48.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown -- A Freeform Adventure
Subject: Absolutely, lets begin.
Sorry, I was waiting for a character sheet from Bezmir.
And clockwork, if you want to play, that'd be great. Just PM me the details about the character and we'll get started right away.
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 21:22:26.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents: The Grail of Blades
Subject: There, on the horizon younder!
Damir sighed and stared down from the small ledge he was standing on, overlooking a small valley in which a man was camped; the grey tendrils of smoke lazily floating into the air, giving off the smell of cooking venison.
Damir palmed his stomach, listening to the slight grumble it made as the smell of food awakened the ache of hunger. For the past two days Damir had gone without food, choosing to spend the time he would normally hunt trying to overtake this pilgrim.
This pilgrim in which he had finally found. But now that he had found him, or what he assumed to be him, he honestly didn't know what to do. He wasn't much of a people person, much preferring the quiet calm of nature to the awkward, complicated conversations of man. He grew up tutored by a hermit, after all. Damir figured he was probably over thinking this and should probably just walk up to the camp and explain himself. Maybe even ask if he had venison to spare and share with a weary traveler.
Damir smiled at the thought of food, and with that decided to go down and interrupt the Pilgrims quiet dinner. Damir started down the little path he had found up to the ledge, taking his time going down as not to disturb the wild life.
After he reached the bottom of the valley it took him five minutes to weave his way through the forest, making his way towards the pilgrim.
"Ho, friendly traveler!" Damir called, walking into the man's view opposite the fire from him, throwing his hands up as if to say, I'm not here to hurt you. "Care to let a weary traveler such as myself join you this fine night. You know, it's never to safe to linger in the wilderness alone!"
Posted on 2011-09-13 at 21:18:49.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents: The Grail of Blades
Subject: Long Days and Longer Nights
Damir traveled, day in day out. Resting for maybe 4 hours a night before setting off again. He didn't understand where his drive came from, all he knew is that he had to find this Pilgrim, he had to find him fast, and he wasn't going to rest until he did.
Posted on 2011-09-05 at 18:29:31.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents: The Grail of Blades
Subject: Brr.
Damir drew his cloak closer around him, a puff of air escaping his mouth freezing in the air. He rubbed his hands together and held them over the warm, smokeless fire.
"'You shalt not have me demon!' the young ranger cried," Damir muttered under his breath, quietly recalling the one of his favorite stories about the Ranger Kein. "And with a swift movement of his blade he lopped a horn from the head of the Demon. The demon let lose a terrible roar and the very earth shook--"
A loud owl hooted, pulling Damir from his trance. He had burnt his rabbit. With a grumble Damir took his dagger and stabbed the rabbit, pulling the blackened meat from the spit. I was his third night since he left the keep, and his new friend Kolussus who had sent him away.
The last words Kolussus had said echoed through his head:
"I ask you this, for it is the last hope I can bear with me to my grave. Find the Pilgrim, a man, hooded and cloaked, who passed this way three days before you. He is headed to Moonstair, protect him, see that he reaches his destination, and, until the fortress falls, I strongly suggest you don't look back."
Damir fully intended to find this pilgrim and escort him to Moonstair, already out of the pass Damir had quickly picked up the trail of the pilgrim and was quickly moving to overtake him. Once he had escorted the Pilgrim he planned on full to go back to the Keep and see if anyone made it, but he seriously doubted it.
Damir looked down at his meal, not really hungry anymore with a sigh he dumped it back in the fire. The smell of food would attract an animal of some sort and he didn't want that.
With another sigh Damir stretched and laid down on his bedroll, shivering.
"And the Demon let loose a roar, and the world trembled. 'You shall not best me demon!' Kein yelled again, slicing the other horn, 'You shall not best me demon!'" Damir murmured, drawing his cloak closer, and closing his eyes. "You shall not best me..."
Posted on 2011-09-04 at 00:08:10.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown Q&A
Subject: The Wonderous World of Hahmer
Hahmer is a small continent in the middle of a great sea. There are really no solid countries, just a series of small fiefdoms that are constantly mixed up into political feuds and alliances. The terrain in very Northern-ish; long, cold winters and breif, cool summers and barely any other seasons in between. The land is covered in rolling Pine Forests and huge glass lakes with castle's and little hamlets being spotted every now and then.
Some of the most powerful fiefdoms are:
Mennd, ruled by a volitile Dwarf known as Drun the Terrible.
Tramell, with it's tragic, recent history.
and the largest and most powerful;
Yematel, ruled by a Drow Sorcerer bent on expanding her empire and is only held at bay by Tramell and Mennd.
Some of the other, less powerful fiefdoms are:
Jee
Dnemi
Loiw
Fendee
and
Quiin
Deities are based off of 4e.
Posted on 2011-08-31 at 04:30:05.
Edited on 2011-08-31 at 04:30:35 by TsAh
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Topic: Claiming the Crown Q&A
Subject: Claiming the Crown Q&A
Here we go, I'll be putting in the characters and how they met in a bit. Also soon to come will be more info on the world.
Posted on 2011-08-30 at 22:33:41.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown -- A Freeform Adventure
Subject: Alright!
Just PM me the Characters and we'll begin when I get all of them.
Posted on 2011-08-29 at 23:18:53.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown -- A Freeform Adventure
Subject: Absolutely!
I see nothing wrong with that. 
Posted on 2011-08-27 at 17:31:51.
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Topic: Soo.....
Subject: Well
What type of game?
Posted on 2011-08-25 at 00:06:25.
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Topic: The Scarred Continents: A Grail of Blades
Subject: Right away, soory.
School just started, it's a little crazy...
Posted on 2011-08-25 at 00:03:58.
Edited on 2011-08-25 at 00:27:49 by TsAh
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Topic: The Scarred Continents: A Grail of Blades
Subject: I'm always looking for another game.
If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to play...
Posted on 2011-08-18 at 21:00:17.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown -- A Freeform Adventure
Subject: Well
It's based off of 4e
Posted on 2011-08-17 at 03:29:13.
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Topic: Claiming the Crown -- A Freeform Adventure
Subject: Claiming the Crown -- A Freeform Adventure
Hiya there.
So, I've been thinking about some games and I've been figuring I'd try running one.
This game would take place on a distant planet in a small kingdom in the middle of a forest/mountain terrain named Tramell. The king, Morm Tramell IIX, was brutally slaughtered by the great Assassin Merden, a prideful man who would not have been caught if not for his habit of leaving his signature cross cut into the body on the forehead.
Dismayed and scared the Queen of the land issued a decree to the people, it read:
People of Tramell, your king lives no longer!
He was killed by the vile assassin Merden!
For his head I have the prize of my daughter,
AND MY KINGDOM!
There was an uproar, the beautiful princess and the kingdom for one mans head? Many bound together in a group, one promising the other great riches if they helped capture and kill the assassin.
I'm looking for about 3 players but if more would like to play I'd welcome them.
Please, in your characters include:
Name
Gender
Age
Brief Description
Favored Weapons
Background
Race
Posted on 2011-08-17 at 03:23:55.
Edited on 2011-08-29 at 23:22:15 by TsAh
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Topic: The Goldcrest Chronicles
Subject: Very well then.
"Come on, the rite requires both of us to drink each other's spittle to show that we share each other's hearths, food and ale." Vrael stated, grinning devilishly at the barkeep.
Dryt had to suppress a smile. Ever sense he had first met this Hobligoblin on the road and they decided to travel together Dryt had known that this man was not one to mess with. Extremely charismatic and clever; you didn't have to be an "naive, overly-trusting, young warrior" to succumb to his stories and fibs. Dryt wondered if there was even such a thing as a Hobgoblin brotherhood rite.
Owen stared down at the drink the Hobgoblin slid back to him, then looked up into his grinning face. "I always get the odd ones" He grumbled before picking up the mug and taking a swig. As he put down the mug it was clear he was trying not to vomit. "Crazy bunch you are. Ta'nil, I hope you don't swindle these poor fools." Owen spit once more onto the floor before walking off farther down the bar to serve another customer.
"Owen you crazy bugger, I would never do something like that to people who have come to help."*turns to Dryt and Vrael* "I do hope you excuse my occupation, I only strive to help the people of Goldcrest and its guests, besides, I only take some gold from the guard. Its not like i leave them with nothing--" Dryt noticed his nimble fingers rolling a coin through his hands "--ask me later about why, I've something to do soon." Ta'nil stood up and headed towards the door. He opened the door turned and said "Thanks Owen, absolutely delicious. Kilek, get whatever you'd like." Then in a great sweeping motion left the room, closing the door behind him.
Dryt stared at the door for a moment longer. He liked Ta'nil, that's for sure, but it hadn't occurred to him that the money given to him by said halfling would be, in fact, stolen merchandise. Dryt pulled out the coin-purse, mulling over what to do with it. For most people he'd have turned the gold in as well as the now unconscious offender. But he liked the halfling very much and from what he had said he was just trying to help the needy. Dryt couldn't keep the gold, that's for sure. It was against his nature to even accept the gold in the first place, and the only reason he did was not to offend Ta'nil by refusing his gift.
Ah well, Dryt decided I'll just give it to the first beggar I see on the streets. In a way I'll not be disrespecting Ta'nil's wishes. Those in need will get their aid. I can and will provide for myself so why not give the gold to someone who can't. Dryt stared at the door a little longer; maybe he was overthinking this and he should just accept the gold and move on. Or maybe he was just upholding his values. Either way he still respected the halfling; he meant good, even if his method wasn't exactly that.
Dryt looked down at his nearly finished, now-cold meal. He wasn't hungry anymore, so now it was time to get to business.
"I believe Ta'nil called you Kilek?" Dryt asked the halfling that was left behind. "Perhaps you could help me and my friend here. Where might we find Lord Banum and when would he be able to see us?"
Posted on 2011-08-15 at 04:59:04.
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Topic: The Goldcrest Chronicles
Subject: Well, thank you.
"Dryt, you do not need a worthy deed to gain something you need, you only need to be a man in need. Please take it, it is no problem to get more. I only seek to help those in need."*closes dryt's hand* "You need to live another day, you only just came to this noble ciy."
"Sir, you are too kind!" Dryt stated taking back the gold. "I can see your mind is set and I shall insult you no longer by denying this gift. You are truly a kind fellow, and I am, I must say, grateful and relieved for I had not the idea where I'd get my next meal."
Dryt inclined his head slightly as a gesture of thanks and took another drink from his now empty mug. Ah well, he was not longer thirsty.
Dryt smiled. "But please, make no mistake, kind Ta'nil, I came here not to get gold handed to me for nothing. I fully intend to prove myself worthy of your investment."
Posted on 2011-08-14 at 04:21:03.
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Topic: The Goldcrest Chronicles
Subject: Thank you, but no thank you.
*Vrael, you hear what sounds like the barkeep spitting in to your drink* "Here ya go mate, a glass of our finest Ale"
Dryt stared at the bartender a moment. If any man had dared to do such a thing to Dryt he would have challenged him to a duel right then and there. But not this time. This was Vrael's problem. Dryt would have gladly confronted the man for not the fear of offending Vrael's honor by implying that Vrael cannot deal with such people himself. No, he would not interfere, if Vrael wanted help he would ask.
"Ah yes, the recent attacks. Fair reason as any. May I be in knowledge of your names, as I may be joining you in this journey of discovery. By the way, is your friend always like that?" The Halfling inquired, interrupting Dryt's thoughts.
"Ah, yes. My name is Dryt," Dryt smiled. "As for my friend; Well, sir, I'm not exactly sure what you mean?"
Dryt took another swig from his mug as Vrael gave his introduction. For some reason he felt a slight air of hostility from Vrael. Dryt had to suppress a chuckle, Vrael was always telling him about how untrustworthy people were, but the way Dryt saw it everyone deserved the benefit of the doubt. Besides, this halfling seemed friendly enough. He must be a good man to have another hafling follow him around like a attention-starved puppy.
"You are both welcome to Goldcrest. After the meeting with Lord Banum; if you find the city is most intriguing, I will offer my service as your guide around Goldcrest. " the Halfling offered.
"That is very kind of you," Dryt said, inclining his head ever so slightly. "I may just take you up upon that offer. As for the gold..." Dryt held up the sack and offered it back. "I cannot except it, for I have yet to do anything of value. But do not be mistaken, I am greatful all the same, I just cannot on a good conscience take this money." Dryt smiled and quickly took another swig.
"Anyway I am Ta'nil, glad to meet you. If I recall correctly, I have heard of the Horned Harlequin, years ago on the eve of the annual bard fest, it was announced that you could not make it to Goldcrest for a peculiar reason. Whatever the reason, your here now. Oh and by the way, Lord Banum is desperate, not me, I am just like this normally;just ask any person on the street. Except the guard, they'll just say I'm a no good rogue who takes their jobs away. Oh well." Ta'nil stated.
Dryt smiled. "Indeed, very well met Ta'nil. I look forward to having one such as yourself accompany us on this perilous quest. That is, assuming Lord... Lord Banum, did you say? Assuming Lord Banum will accept our offers of aid."
Dryt liked this halfling very much indeed. Even though he was apparently a thief. Thieves were the only people that didn't have Dryt's trust from the start. An old grudge, you might say. But still, there was something about this halfling, Ta'nil, that just made Dryt like him.
Still, there was this quiet voice in the back of Dryt's mind saying: He's a thief, a scoundrel! Don't trust him! Keep a hand on you coin-purse! but Dryt ignored it. Yes, Dryt really liked this halfling.
Posted on 2011-08-13 at 06:37:46.
Edited on 2011-08-13 at 06:40:47 by TsAh
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Topic: The Goldcrest Chronicles
Subject: The Hospitality Here Is Wonderful...
*Assuming Clockwork is alright with being friends with Dryt*
"So you two going to order something or do I got to kick you out?"
"No, kicking us out is not necessary." Dryt moved forward and sat down at the bar. "Please, get me a drink and as much food as I can get with the little money I have."
Sliding his last gold coins over the counter to the barkeep Dryt turned to Vrael; "So far, I'm extremely impressed with the hospitality offered by this establishment." He whispered with a hint of sarcasm. Dryt was a firm believer that you should treat people with respect, and so far this man was not making a good impression.
"Thank you, sir." Dryt nodded taking his meal and drink quickly, tearing into it. He hadn't eaten in days and was starving.
He was almost finished when a halfling walked in flanked by another *ummm, I assume Ta'nil's worshipper is another halfling?*.
"Hello friends, what brings you here to the noble city of Goldcrest?"
Delighted by the warmth and friendliness of the halfling Dryt put down his mug, smiled and replied: "I have been traveling for quiet a while and have needed to stop for a rest. Also I've heard that there was another attack nearby and was in need of some gold so I figured I could provide my talents in the search of the fiends that are attacking these vessels."
Picking up his mug he took a swig and returned his gaze to the halfling, the smile still planted upon his face.
Posted on 2011-08-12 at 05:30:33.
Edited on 2011-08-12 at 05:59:07 by TsAh
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Topic: Starting a D&D 4e Game
Subject: Done and Done
I've made my character and e-mailed him to you. I don't know if that is alright or if you'd prefer I PM it?
Posted on 2011-08-10 at 16:11:37.
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Topic: Starting a D&D 4e Game
Subject: A Dragonborn Fighter
I'll be playing the meat-shield. 
Posted on 2011-08-04 at 16:11:10.
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