Arent Tarkok's page

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I don't seem to have an new monsters since the 9th.

It's located in the menu at the bottom of the page if you ever need to reference it.

Done.

Question: What is the OGC declaration for the monsters? Open Design frequently restricts some of their information.

I hear that you are going to explore the ruins nearby. Could you use an extra hand? I have some meager abilities and I am very good at negotiating deals. Plus, having an additional weapon wielder might come in handy too. So what do you say?

"That's what we were dicussing," Arent says. "I think in these ventures its sometimes good to start with a large group to get the lay of the dungeon so to speak."

"Yeah, well, I only hit you 'cause you were ignoring me, so there." After listening to the Arent's response, Bella sighs in annoyance. "Awwww. Well that's not at least half as exciting of a story as I wanted it to be. But still. You're really, really, really old looking! I want to congratulate you on your accomplishment!" If the words came out of any other's mouth it might seem like teasing, but Bella speaks with an excitable grin, proving that her words are felt from the heart.

"Alright, girl. Come sit with us. If you are that anxious to come along I can't see why we all can't spill some blood int he ruins." Arent says after taking a better measure of Bella.

Listening quietly to the conversation, Bella lightly punches the old dwarf on the arm and shouts angrily. "Hey! I asked you a question, mister!" The small gnome clearly enounciates each word as they leave her lips, an annoyed expression across her face. "Why. Are. You. So. Old?! I've never seen anything like it!"

"Hey, hey," Arent grumbles,"It's not right to punch and shout at people. If you must know, and I don't see how its any of your business, I married young and it made me old. Like I'm sure your bound to do to some poor man" After finishing he erupts in laughter that he hopes will be be echoed by others.

Would you know of anyone else so inclined?".

"I have interest in those ruins," Arent begins," I have they swarms with unnatural things that threaten to spill up and desecrate the land."

She smiles warmly, and says, "Hello, I'm Taran. Can I bring you anything?

"Thanks, Taran. You can bring me some of that lamb stew, bacon and ale." Turning from the server, he turns to he new tablemates and says, "thanks for joining me for all my time on the road, I do prefer to eat with others."

"Actually 9 out of 10 healers recognize that drinking on a empty stomach leads to ulcers, muscle atrophy and heart disease...uhm...sorry for interrupting...never mind...".

"Hmmp, it's amazing what some people pass of as fact. Civilization is the cause of ulcers and lack of work and exercise lead to muscle atropy and heart disease." Arent confirms in his oh-so-knowledgable and unapologetic way.

"Come and sit with me, maybe if we bunch up service will be a bit quicker." Arent waves a hand over the open chairs at his table.

Arent has been on the road for sometime, but even though he dislikes the trappings of civilization, the decay of Brindenford brings him some comfort. He trods heavily up the steps into the Lost Shepard. His tired eyes, and worn face make him seem much older that his is. He nods and grunts to the halfling running the bar and trudges over to a spot by the window.

" 'keep, what you have for food and drink."

OOC: Arent stats have been updated.

Take whatever time you need. Car accidents can be stressful.

Character sheet is up.

Arent Tarkok stepping out of the wild to find that corruption from within the Delve that rots and harms the land.