I just don't drink. Its easy to see why you lived so long probably passed out in the gutter so much no one bothers you. He grins again and goes back to sharpening the other knife.
How about a bread and butter human fighter? Raised on the streets. Bit rough around the edges but chock full of homespun wisdom
I just don't drink. Its easy to see why you lived so long probably passed out in the gutter so much no one bothers you. He grins again and goes back to sharpening the other knife.
"Ah, so now I'm a drunkard because I enjoy a little drink ev'ry now an' then. You insult me sirrah! Honor must be satisfied! I challenge you to a Duel o' Dares!"
Tali stands in a huff, but the twinkle in her eye shows that this is all in good fun, for her anyway. Her motions are exaggerated more by theatrics than drink, and her challenge is accompanied by a dramatic twirl of a finger that leaves little doubt to who she was challenging.
@ Krallek: That is the best surname I have seen yet. Mind if I steal it?
Archaouss raises an eyebrow at the elven woman and lets her stand there for a moment as he looks down the edge of the blade at her before sheathing it opposite of it's brother at his waist.
"Funny how long it took you, I have been insulting you." He laughs then and points a finger back at her.
"Id like to hear this challenge of yours."
Come on. You're the one who wanted to live this life.
Galacia had paused for a moment outside the tavern. This was definitely the place, the smell of food and ale made sure she knew that. Still, she didn't know if she was quite ready to enter a place she had viewed with disdain only months earlier. Taverns are full of people she'd rather not associate with, not to mention that taverns are unclean, noisy, and...foreign.
If you're going to keep pretending to be a traveler, might as well embrace it right?
Her feet quickly carried her inside and she immediately regretted the decision. A few eyes rose from their drinks to see who had stepped inside; some gazes lingering longer than others. They knew she didn't belong. Heck, she knew she didn't belong. Having spent an entire life hiding herself, something about standing out so intensely made her nervous.
This was a mistake.
She sighs and heads toward the bar, intent on doing what she came here to do.
"I'll have the uh..." Galacia lets out a nervous smile, completely unsure as to what she should say next. Her eyes dart around the room before spotting an elven woman and half-orc sharing a drink. "I'll have one of whatever they're having."
Drink in hand, she finds an out of the way table to sit down at. She spends several moments staring into her drink before overhearing an exchange between the elven woman from before and another male elf sitting not far from her.
Well, at least I won't be bored.
Archaouss raises an eyebrow at the elven woman and lets her stand there for a moment as he looks down the edge of the blade at her before sheathing it opposite of it's brother at his waist.
"Funny how long it took you, I have been insulting you." He laughs then and points a finger back at her.
"Id like to hear this challenge of yours."
If Tali's phased by being told she was being insulted the entire time, it certainly doesn't show. A grin full of bravado and cheer spreads across her face as she begins to state the rules.
"We each take turns givin' the other a dare. If one of us refuses or suggests an impossible dare, the duel ends. The other being the victor. You, my friend will get to go first."
Perception
A brief genuine smile flickers across Arachouess' face as he eyes the elven woman up and down weighing her armor. "Fine then, drink your ale and then do a back-flip with your armor on. Or any kind of flip it doesn't matter. All you have to do is beat my own flip. Then it shall be your turn. If you can do it." He winks then.
His eyes then flick over to the newcomer, Elven blood as well, not very often I see my kin in a place like this.
Acrobatics
"Accepted."
Tali chuckled as she leaned her sword against the table and moved to a clearing in the room, while finishing off the tankard of ale.
The elf then does the improbable, she crouches low and launches herself into a backflip, and sticks the landing, but not quite as well as her opponent.
"So, how'd I do?"
Archaouss raises an eyebrow and bows his head slightly. "Im impressed. If I hadnt dared you to wear the armor you might've beaten me. Maybe you arn't such a drunkard after all. Maybe"
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Archaouess shrugs studying the blade in his hand before sliding it into a sheath at his belt before pulling out another to start the process over again.
"I don't like pushy half orcs either." He grins. "Plus the ale here tastes like rat piss."
The elven fighter, turns out to be just as quick with her tongue as she likely is with her blade. Without missing a beat and without hesitation, the feisty little (for an elf) woman shoots off one across the bow.
"Must like ogres 'n' trolls, 'cause that must be where ya get yer taste in booze from. I can probably scrounge up enough fer a bottle of Rotgut if ya really wanna taste rat-piss."
She looks that the other elf with a grin and continues, "Hells, ye'll get ogre, goblin, and troll piss in there too. Helluva bang fer yer coin."
"Hard not to be pushy when i'm doin' my best to be friendly and diplomatic and you're off the in the corner playing with your tool. Besides, I don't drink"
Logen shows him his full glass of ale, then orders a water
"Don't mean to spurn your offer Tali, sorry for not bringing that up. Father took to the drink, and in case you're wondering he was the human half of this bastard child you have the pleasure of meeting. He was never the same man"
Logen faces towards the bar, sipping his water and looks lost in thought
Oscar threw the door of the inn wide open and took in the scene at a glance. With a grin that could mean nothing but trouble for the ladies he headed over to the bar and ordered a shot of the hard stuff which he downed in one gulp.
At this point most of the patrons had completely forgotten his existence, save a few here or there whose gazes lingered on the handsome stranger.
With a theatrical gesture he slams some gold coins onto the counter top and exclaims over the general din of the common room "Drinks are on me until this runs out!"
with that he grabs a few drinks of his own and heads over to a table where two comely young ladies happen to be sitting.
Oscar threw the door of the inn wide open and took in the scene at a glance. With a grin that could mean nothing but trouble for the ladies he headed over to the bar and ordered a shot of the hard stuff which he downed in one gulp.
At this point most of the patrons had completely forgotten his existence, save a few here or there whose gazes lingered on the handsome stranger.
With a theatrical gesture he slams some gold coins onto the counter top and exclaims over the general din of the common room "Drinks are on me until this runs out!"
with that he grabs a few drinks of his own and heads over to a table where two comely young ladies happen to be sitting.
looks good so far. Though i do already have an inquisitor in the party. you may if you wish choose another class, i do like the back story. prophetic dreams do suit the campaign.
How about a bread and butter human fighter? Raised on the streets. Bit rough around the edges but chock full of homespun wisdom
Like the concept, and the name. but no stats below 10.
Archaouss raises an eyebrow and bows his head slightly. "Im impressed. If I hadnt dared you to wear the armor you might've beaten me. Maybe you arn't such a drunkard after all. Maybe"
The smile becomes much more sly as she slides up next to the other elf.
"Impressed that I'm not a drunkard, or impressed at my athletic grace." She leans in closer and her voice drops to almost a whisper and bats her eyelashes in the same manner that many a barmaid have used to woo the hero. "Play your cards right and you may get to find out some of- some of my-- Bwahahahahahaha! Sorry I-hehe-I couldn't keep a straight face! Hahahahaha!" Seemingly obilivious to the concept of personal space, Tali leans against Archaouss for support as what was obviously a tease falls apart into a gale of laughter.
Oscar threw the door of the inn wide open and took in the scene at a glance. With a grin that could mean nothing but trouble for the ladies he headed over to the bar and ordered a shot of the hard stuff which he downed in one gulp.
At this point most of the patrons had completely forgotten his existence, save a few here or there whose gazes lingered on the handsome stranger.
With a theatrical gesture he slams some gold coins onto the counter top and exclaims over the general din of the common room "Drinks are on me until this runs out!"
"HEAR! HEAR!"
with that he grabs a few drinks of his own and heads over to a table where two comely young ladies happen to be sitting.
Tali smiles as the half-elf wearing the holy symbol of her god walks over to where she and now another, I need to get her name, seems a little too timid though. I'll need to fix that. were sitting. She stands to greet the holy man with a firm hand clasp and a hearty "Hail and well met!"
As she sits back down she quickly glances over to the other elf and gives a reassuring grin to her before turning back to the newcomer.
"So, what brings a man of Cayden Cailean out here? Lookin' for some new recipes? I may have heard something about a brewer around here that has some of the best for miles and miles around, or that may have been a dream."
She shrugs as if to say, "Well you know how that goes."
Galacia is a bit startled when the half-orc speaks to her. His presence is intimidating, maybe even a little frightening, but something about his goofy grin makes all that go away.
The girl sighs and rests her chin in her hand. "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure why I'm here. Guess I just thought that's what people in my position are supposed to do."
Galacia looks up at the others as they sit down. She didn't expect the people here to be so straightforward around strangers. It was nothing like the politics back home where everyone hid behind a fake smile and feigned pleasantries. She turns her gaze toward the elven woman and pushes the untouched drink toward her. Don't suppose you'd be interested in this? Galacia gives an embarrassed smile, a hint of red rushing to her cheeks. "Not sure why I bought it. Just trying to fit in I guess." She lets out a half-hearted laugh, inwardly cursing at herself.
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Logen bursts out laughing when the half-elf says something about fitting in
"HAHA, oh my bad, i'm not laughing AT you. just reminded me of something i did a few years back."
Logen takes a seat next to the girl, and you see that he's just drinking water
"So what'd ya mean by 'people in my position'?"
Despite the ballsy half-orc being open and forward with everyone, he seems to be more sincere with this girl
"Well..." The half-elf girl stops her story before she even really gets started. She took a second to think, her eyes drifting down to the table. It would probably be for the best if she kept things vague and didn't tell the whole story.
"Let's just say I'm on a 'quest' for something important. Not really sure where to start though..." Galacia sighs heavily, slumping a bit in her seat as she starts unconsciously tapping her fingers on the table, obviously lost in thought.
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Logen was staring intently, then a few moments after she stops talking he leans back.
"Ahh i know how that is, i got a big of a problem me-self, and i haven't got an inkling of where to go either"
He takes a moment, sipping his water, then continues
"I aint gonna push you on your story, i know how half-breeds are a little shy about that. It's just a little harder for me to hide this pretty face"
He snorts a poor attempt at a laugh, and it seems it wasn't that hard for him to tell the difference between an elf and a half-elf
Elon finally enters the bar. Looking to the barman and the people within this small place and assessing them all. His was a quiet confidence, a happiness that he knew his own self worth and skills. If needs be, there was a good chance that he would be able to protect himself, and therefore there was no need to brag or anything else.
We are all on a quest of some kind. Just some of us don't know what the quest is yet. Hell, some of us will drift here and there, always searching for the answer to a question we don't know how to ask. Its the manner in which life is. Searching and hoping to find an answer to something.
He grabs a drink and sits in the corner, simply relaxing. There would be time for fighting later, but right now he would reflect on what they had learnt so far.
Listening intently from the doorway, Krallek steps into the room, adjusts his weapon belt to draw attention to the brace of deadly knives across his chest, and walks up to the ugly one and the waif of a girl.
Sweet lord, you're so ugly I bet whenever a cat comes bye it tries to cover you up with dirt chortling as he takes an appraisal of Logen.
He smiles at Galacia and says you however, are not. Krallek is my name. I'm pretty good at breaking things. What is your name? as he offers Galacia his hand.
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your last name is meatshield...fantastic lol. btw it's odd for a half-orc, but my cha is 15 (plan on going oracle and rage prophet) lol
Logen looks up at the strong human insulting him, and treats him to one of his piercing, non-blinking stares. Then he stands up with his hand on his falchion
"And I thought i was the ugly one in the bar. can't you tell me and the lady are having a conversation a little more entertaining than 'breaking things'? Maybe we can cross our swords later"
His last comment ends with an obscene gesture, and his normally grey eyes suddenly turn yellow-red
Galacia smiles up at the half-orc sharing her table, her emerald eyes staring into his. Yeah...I guess you'd know what its like too. I didn't know what to expect from this place but I certainly didn't expect someone like you. I'm Galacia by the way." The girl extends her hand to the half-orc with a smile. "I'd like to hear about that thing I reminded you of that you found so funny. I could use a laugh."
When Krallek comes in, Galacia frowns a bit at his insult toward Logen. "Pretty good at breaking things huh?" Her eyes move toward his outstretched hand. "Hope you don't mind if I pass on that then."
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When Galacia treats him kindly and asks for a story, Logen's eyes turn back to grey and he shakes his head, as if throwing off a fly. He gives a last look at the human, then sits down, gently shaking Galacia's hand
"Ah yes, that was...well not quite as funny at the time but everything is when you look back on it huh? Back when I was with me dad he decided to try to steer me towards a life of politics. He dressed me up and brought me to a banquet up at the lords castle. I couldn't count on my whole crews hands the number of things I did wrong, and eventually the lord ordered me thrown out. When his 'bouncer' came at me, I decided he needed some fresh air. Luckily enough the window was right over the moat, so I only got kicked out instead of hanged. Still makes me laugh thinking about the looks on all those dressed up-pampered faces when I threw the only guard out the window"
He laughs and rocks back in his chair, seeming more at ease
Obviously you didn't notice that I carry no sword. I prefer the spear as I like the sound it makes when you pull it from someones rib cage.
Krallek stares down Logen with the same challenging glare. After what seems like an eternity he smiles at him and guffaws loudly clasping his belly as he laughs and says I like you. You got some kerosene in your belly. That's a good thing so long as you don't pee on the campfire! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Krallek breaks out into gales of laughter at his own joke. Pee on the campfire! Slaps his thigh. You know, it would catch on fire and work its way up to your ... BAHAHAHA
Wiping the tears out of his eyes Krallek offers Logen his hand Don't pay no attention to me. I been told more than a few times I lack social graces.
Krallek walks over to the bar and orders an ale and as he chuckles to himself he mutters Light hisself on fire he would. Ha ha. Man thats a good one. I gotta remember that one and use it again.
After a pause he looks back at Logen and Galacia and says I AM good at breaking things though. You just point and say 'SMASH' and it will be done.
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same here, insert ninja'd before my story
After Logens eye's return to normal, he shakes his hand
"Sorry, haven't been sleeping well lately. Hmph"
He looks calmed down, but still doesn't offer any sort of smile towards Krallek and only grunts when he makes the joke.
"اه يا-"
Tali starts to intervene, but the half-elf seems to stop the fight before it even had a chance to start.
Definitely want her around. Anyone who can stop a fight like that is a good person to have on your side.
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After he finishes his story and hears Krallek against boast his ability to break things
"I appreciate knocking down a door as much as the next guy, but every once in a while it's a little easier to try the handle"
He carefully watches for the humans reaction, and continues to sip his ever-present mug of water
Aye, handles are good too. If'n you want to close the door later that is. Otherwise my shoulder is as good a handle as any. Sides, I generally only smash things that smash back if you catch my meaning.
Krallek leans up against the bar hoping his charms have left a good impression but knowing full well that they rarely do. 'Hrmph, I am whats I am I suppose.'
After a bit Krallek looks back at Logen and actually sees him this time I knows why you didn't laugh at the cat joke! You'se kinda pretty for a half orc. Then catches himself after a second ... not that I wanna put a dress on ya and take ya for a spin on the dance floor or nothin.
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Logen continues to give his piercing stare, then when he hears the dress comment he bursts out laughing
"Haha now that's more like it! Oh I think Gorum smiled upon me to deliver someone to stand next to in battle. Maybe after this you wanna go out for a quick spar?"
Logen's flashes between angry sulking and ballsy joking are happening faster, and Logen makes a mental note to try to act more predictable so he might be let back into the bar.
Aye, tis good to keep the skills sharp me thinks. I promise not to hit too hard. He beams a smile at the half orc.
Krallek examines the room and his eyes come to rest on Talant'edhel 'Oyes, she looks like she knows where to put them knives' he thinks to himself. 'And that little one, I'm sure I could take a punch from her but she prolly would light me afire if'n I don't mind my manners.'
Galacia listens intently to Logen's story but when he's finished he doesn't get the response he's looking for. She stares at him, somewhat shocked, before blinking a few times. "That was you?! Oh gods...I thought they killed that boy."
She leans back in her chair, taking it all in. "Guess I can't blame you. I hated those things too."
Galacia crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. It's obvious she's a bit upset. "Yeah well, my father always introduced me as his servant girl at those things. Thought it'd be best 'for the family' and all that. Can't have the other nobles knowing about his taste for elven women." She sighs and looks back at Logen. "So I never really got to mingle with the guests at those parties. I usually spent most of my time fetching drinks for father and his buddies 'to keep up appearances' as he'd say." She laughs to herself and closes her eyes. "I hated that man so much."
Looking for 1 or 2 players to replace players for this campaign.
Sounds like that answers your question
Tali moves back to the table with the half-elf and the half-orc. She takes the tankard that the half-elf had left untouched and puts a gold crown next to her hand.
"Well, I hope I don't offend, but thank you for the drink. I just hope I tip better than your father did."
She gives the other a grin that's quickly hidden by the tankard as she takes a swig of the ale.
"Anyway, I don't know" *Brap* "why you father wanted to keep his tastes in women a secret. We elven women are the epitome of poise, grace, and charm. We are unmatched when it comes to followign the rules of protocol and etiquette. Any man would count himself lucky to be looked at by one of us, much less be a lover."
The way she has to struggle to keep from bursting out into laughter is a big clue that she is being very tongue-in-cheek right now.
"Anyway, I've had the pleasure of meeting the Good Cap'n here. My name is Talant'edhel. What may I call you?"
hi Krallek, Im looking for 1 or 2 players and recruitment ends this Friday.
Krallek chuckles at Talant'edhel antics and says to himself 'This one I like. Could probably tell her a fart joke and not get scolded for it.'
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One, two, three, four elves in one room. You would think we were so common now. But then we even have a half orc in the room. Bet the innkeeper didn't guess he would get this kind of crowd today
"حسنا الذكية الحمار، لا حاجة لإحراج نفسك."
The smiles still there, but the edge creeping into her voice is a not so subtle clue that the rogue is starting to grate on her nerves with the petty insults.
Archaouess smiles knowing the game is up and waves to the barkeep. The man quickly comes over takes the small elf's order then leaves only to return with a tankard of ale that looks different than the one currently in front of the elvess and places it next to her.
"His complements, let me know when that runs out he paid for two more." The barkeep says before returning to his counter.
You know, it could be worse. Some people have no father to accept or reject them; no mother either for that matter.
After a thoughtful pause he resumed ...
A child o the streets. Not all dads are good dads for sure but at least you have one to hate. For good or bad I bet he taught you a thing or two about life.
Galacia smiles at Logen's sympathy but shakes her head. "No...he's a better man than I give him credit for. He could have just thrown me out when my mother left but he still cared for me. And I had everything I could ever want."
Upon hearing Talant'edhel's comment about tipping, the half-elf girl frowns a bit. Regardless of the elven woman's intentions, Galacia can't help but feel offended and a little hurt by her remark. Her head recoils slightly when the elven woman burps, especially without excusing herself.
Despite all that, she still greets the elf politely and with a smile.
"Nice to meet you Talant'edhel. I'm Galacia." Galacia's gaze lingers on the woman, quietly inspecting everything about her. She had always dreamed of meeting an elven woman, especially after listening to the way her father described her mother. Nothing matched...everything about this woman was wrong. Galacia's eyes narrow on the woman. "Are you sure you're an elf?"
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Logen gives an ugly snort
"Ya, he taught me that drunk idiots make mistakes. That's why I got a water. I woulda loved to grown up in the streets. As soon as i moved to em it took me less than a month to get my title"
He turns back to Galacia
"It's not always money and a roof that makes a parent love ya. It's accepting ya for who you are love, not what they buy ya. My lads give me far more respect because of what i've done and how i treat em than their share of the loot"
Realizing he's zoned out for some time Oscar fills his spindly long stemmed pipe and wanders over to the table where all the conversation seems to be happening.
Wreathed in sweet smelling smoke he introduces himself "Salutations! I seem to have lost myself for a bit there so I appologize if I came off as overly rude. Sometimes I tend to, ah, overindulge in my passions. I'm Oscar Aramil and I'm pleased to make your aquaintances."
...Though i do already have an inquisitor in the party. you may if you wish choose another class...
Galacia raises an eyebrow when Logen makes a mention of loot. Her thoughts still lingering on Logen's profession, she catches Logen's near slip moments later. It doesn't take her long to put the pieces together.
"So Logen...what kind of captain are you exactly?" Her expression is a mix of confusion and worry.