Bethana takes the coins from Onas and smiles at his compliment. Her posture softens some for a moment, but it is back in a flash when her hands fly to her hips. She says, "The absolute worst time for this nonsense! Ameiko is going to be furious when she finds out I let this happen. Tomorrow is going to be the busiest day of the year and one less table means nothing, it is the six purses that are not going to be sitting at that table! There is no chance there is a single extra table to be found in this town."
She sighs and says, "I'll head off to get the drinks, I'll be back in a few moments. Please ensure no more tables are destroyed in the process."
She stares at Lars for a moment, shakes her head in frustration and blows out a quick breath. She storms off towards the kitchen looking at the coins in her hands when suddenly there is a loud crashing sound from the kitchen.
Bethana nods curtly to Tolla and she heads off and says, "Hopefully there is an inn for him to walk in to!"
Bethana watches Raseri race back inside. Bethana smacks her forehead and mutters something about being cursed. She takes another deep breath and quickly grabs a handful of drinks for the customers and then heads back into the hazardous location known as the kitchen.
Bethana pushes into the room and sees broken wares all over the floor along with soapy water and a very wet dishwasher. She observes the two girls giggling and glares at both of them. "Having a good time now, are we girls? Well that is just DANDY! What is going on in here?"
"J-just an accident. I'm helping her clean it up."
Unruly customers were something learned hwo to deal with shortly after starting to work for Ameiko. Bethana was someone else altogether.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to cause a fuss."
Bethana pushes into the room and sees broken wares all over the floor along with soapy water and a very wet dishwasher. She observes the two girls giggling and glares at both of them. "Having a good time now, are we girls? Well that is just DANDY! What is going on in here?"
"Umh.. punishment I guess. Although it is unclear if it's me or the tavern itself being punished."
Lucia admitted with an hint of embarrassment.She looked at her young discipliner and waived her hands towards the remaining plates. With subtle magical forces on the work, the plates slowly seemed to clean themselves.
"I know I'm not supposed to do that, but I think the rusty dragon has suffered enough" said while the last stain of food left the last plate. She then turned to the Halfling, lowering her look way below her height.
"I am really sorry for the trouble. I was only trying to help. Please, let me know if there is anything I can do to help you recover from this mess...
Slinking away to the kitchen as he sweeped up the last of the little pieces of table, Lars found himself in the kitchen kind of rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Umm... Table can be... err... Fixed? Mind if do?" he asked nervously.
He mumbles a bit in goblin. "Could take out back. Fix proper. Hmm?" he says, withdrawing a hammer out of his backpack. It's a crude thing, really, and seems to have even built the hammer, as it's just a piece of scrap attached to a somewhat sturdy bit of wood.
No reason to put this off any longer, so here we go! I've selected five characters for my RotR campaign. Before I list them out (not that you aren't probably jumping down the post anyway), I just want to say that there were a couple of you that were really close to making this list. The group is kept to five just so it will play a little faster, I could have EASILY picked seven of you. It was a hard thing to restrict it down to five when I feel like I'm shafting a couple of good characters.
Thanks to EVERYONE who participated in the recruit roleplay, I thoroughly enjoyed it and found it useful to get an idea of what your play style is like. I'd advise you to offer to do this in your next recruitment as it offers you a way to showcase your character for your prospective GM.
Without further ado, here are my five:
- Raseri Whitescale (Fighter)
- Kel Tevington (Barbarian)
- Lucia H. Harpell (Sorercer)
- Llennear Tir'Vesson( Cleric)
- Onas Boswell (Bard)
As no one replied to his suggestion, and joined together in a sudden, merry bit of fun, Lars looked about. He walked towards the door, picking up his axes and placing them on his side. With the axes on his side, he felt a bit upset, and so he collected the wooden planks of the table, carrying the majority of it out of the tavern through the back door.
As he did, he wondered how things would go at the festival the next day as he ventured back towards Junker's Edge. He wondered if any of them would come visit him there? What's most, nagging, at the back of his head, he wondered if any would even remember him.
The goblins certainly will, no? A bauble would definitely perk him up right about now. He'd deliver the table back as soon as he could. He would.
Everyone feel free to roleplay yourself out of the Rusty Dragon, sorry I forgot to mention that in my post.
Llennear graciously accepts the payment for the rabbits and immediately turns around spending some of the money on ale.
"Can't hunt alcohol. Erastil provides in other ways," the elf says, a slight smile flashing across his otherwise stern face before disappearing.
For the entire length of Lars' commotion, Llennear sits in the corner of the tavern watching the chaos with mild interest until the table is broken.
At this, the cleric stands and begins to move over to find out if anyone is hurt, but stops when it looks like the situation has been taken care of.
"Thanks again, Bethana. Tell Lady Kaijitsu that I thank her for the donation and that Erastil will continue to provide for her and hers," the elf announcers before leaving the tavern and the chaos for the quiet of the night air.
The festival is tomorrow. I should get some rest. Promised Zantus that I would do my best to be there for the cathedral's celebration as a representative of Erastil and the local farming communities. I'll have to make sure to give myself a few extra hours to navigate the town. It's gotten so big in just 40 years.
Llennear walks off into the night, completely oblivious that he's walking deeper into town and not out into the countryside.
I hear ya be needin a healer. More than happy to share in the plunder. Friends call me Clang
did this game start? i thought i would follow along