"Why you're a poet, it's a lovely story. I'll drink the last of my wine with you, I don't drink more then a glass a day. My thirst for liquid might get hard to control if I get to much to drink so I avoid it. And I also had to avoid letting my old masters smell I took some of the wine so I am only accustomed to one glass at a time." She says toasting the halfling and taking a sip of the wine.
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A small gnome dressed in a dark purple and black dress walks into the Silver Chalice. Her dress is of the latest fashion. She carries a small pack, and wears an interesting bracelet made of five small stones.
"Evening all. I'm Tush Piack. I just finished up my training. I'm waiting for an assignment. What about the rest of you?" She takes a seat toward the back of the room and orders an ale.
Ryenalt quietly drinks his wine for a bit looking at the variety in the room. He watches the goblin for a bit smiling and if he comes close will address him in goblin.
"My green friend. Nice to see you here to fight the good fight. I have traveled with some of your race in the past and found them both fun and steadfast.
Who is your little friend? A must hansom toad."
"Greetings Tush. Nice to see someone just done with training. You can probably guess that I had finished that some time ago. Where do you hale form if I may ask?"
As another horror walks in the dwarf shuttered as he thought, "This be gettin outa hand now. All he can do is give a soft moan that might be mistaken for a greeting. "Uhhg"
A small gnome dressed in a dark purple and black dress walks into the Silver Chalice. Her dress is of the latest fashion. She carries a small pack, and wears an interesting bracelet made of five small stones.
"Evening all. I'm Tush Piack. I just finished up my training. I'm waiting for an assignment. What about the rest of you?" She takes a seat toward the back of the room and orders an ale.
Normally the flightiness of gnomes annoys the stoic dwarf but Tush is a welcome sight and familiar race. "Well met tiny mistress mistress. Grimlack at your service," he said with a nod of his head.
He continued, " I be believin most of us be and waitin for assignments. What skills do yo be bringin to the table lass? Can ye cook?"
"Greetings Tush, name is Nicenzia, you kinda look like a fellwo sorcerer but from Varisia? At least the old varisian who sold me this umbrella was similary tattooed and he told me he'd created it himself." she asks curiously tapping her umbrella.
The door to The Silver Chalice suddenly opens, and a large muscular man with keleshite features quickly enters the tavern, shutting the bar door behind him, and pushing his back against the door. Moments later, the sound of heavy pursuit can be heard running past the door outside and fading away. The handsome scimitar-wielding warrior opens the door a crack to see where the pursuit has gone. Breathing a small sigh of relief, the newcomer with a shiny armband composes himself and saunters into the room as if nothing happened. Noticing the motley crew of fellow graduates at the large common table, the newcomer walks over.
"Greetings fellow Silver Shield members, might I join you fine folk in your libations?"
Without asking, the stranger sits down in a chair facing the door and introduces himself.
"My name is Amed Alsaakhib-Alraed, master of spell and steel, at your service", spoke the man with a practiced grin.
A little later than expected (compared to everyone else it would seem) enters a brash young human boy. a brown dog by his side.
He is dressed in what appears to be pieced together leather armor and a worn shortsword at he side. a well used small battered buckler attached to his left forearm. and sporting his newly acquired armband, that all here see, to also have) on his right arm.
Hey Duke! he begins, apparently addressing his dog, we finally made it. It just a matter of time before everyone will remember the names Liam and Duke. the greatest warriors the world has ever seen
before Liam takes another step, Duke rushes of into the crowd sniffing around like he is on to a scent.
Duke! what is it boy? he asks as he rushes after him. trying make his way through the crowd.
Duke suddenly stops at a goblin, growling and barking.
Tindertwig screams!
The, clearly, shaken goblin hops up onto the table (grabbing his pack).
It be da devils!, pointing at the dog.
Rippit!, agrees the toad (hiding behind one of Tindertwig's big ears).
"Greetings fellow Silver Shield members, might I join you fine folk in your libations?"
Without asking, the stranger sits down in a chair facing the door and introduces himself.
"My name is Amed Alsaakhib-Alraed, master of spell and steel, at your service", spoke the man with a practiced grin.
Grimlack eyed the new comer and announced, "Suit yourself." After Amed took a seat the dwarf asked, "Master of what type of spells?" The last part of his question partially drowned out by loud barking.
Duke suddenly stops at a goblin, growling and barking.
With a grin Grimlack looked at the developing scene, "Good dog." He leaned back in his chair and thought, this is gonna be interesting. " I got a silver on the toad whipping them all, he jokes.
pushing through the crowd, Liam catches up with Duke.
what is it boy? he asks then notices the goblin, Ha! a goblin, tryn' to infiltrate our ranks. he says.
You better have a good explanation for being among these heroes, goblin! he asks as he places a hand on his blade (he does not draw)
With a dirty look at the dwarf (did Dirtbag stick its tongue out?), Tindertwig stops yelling.
With a huff, the little goblin states,
Mees Shield too!, displaying his armband.
Liam looks with curiosity, what? how? but your a goblin?
Duke stands his ground, still growling.
Liam grabs hold of his collar. easy boy, lets give him a chance first. no need to flaunt our skills just yet.
Duke stops and sits down beside Liam, sniffing the air like he's trying to get a wiff of the goblin, but obeying his master by staying at his side
Grimlack eyed the new comer and announced, "Suit yourself." After Amed took a seat the dwarf asked, "Master of what type of spells?"
Amed was a little taken aback, honestly no one asked this question of the suli before.
"Ah..Offensive, no Battle Spells. Spells used best in combat. I am a magus, warrior mage, battle wizard, and arcane swordsman."
Amed was a little taken aback, honestly no one asked this question of the suli before.
"Ah..Offensive, no Battle Spells. Spells used best in combat. I am a magus, warrior mage, battle wizard, and arcane swordsman."
The dwarf slaps the table in excitement , "Battle magic be good." He continues, but those are a lot of titles for one man." In a conspiratorial whisper he asks, "You don't be practicing black arts or be dealing with demons and devils?"
Liam was intrigued about the claim of magic swordsman, but right now his attention is aimed at the goblin before him.
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Liam looks with curiosity, what? how? but your a goblin?
Duke stands his ground, still growling.
Liam grabs hold of his collar. easy boy, lets give him a chance first. no need to flaunt our skills just yet.
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Duke stops and sits down beside Liam, sniffing the air like he's trying to get a wiff of the goblin, but obeying his master by staying at his side
Seeing the commotion of to the side between Tindertwig and the newcomer, Inil quickly places himself in between the two.
"Now now lad, theirs no need for this, Tindertwig and Dirtbag have earned their places here just like everyone else, and as such deserve to be treated equally like everyone else., if you doubt my words just ask Colewin and I am sure he will prove them true. Glaring at the dwarf again "even if some of us seem to think themselves above everyone else here."
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My name is Throg friend, just give me a moment. Throg stands up behind the goblin and looks down smiling at the dog and his erstwhile owner. The chie....mmmmm the leader doesn't seem to care much about race either you are one of us or not he reaches his hand out to the human grin widening so his fangs show clearly are you with the Shields then.
Tush answers several questions before Liam enters the tavern. "I'm from Varisia. Yes that's where I got my tattoos. My kind of magic?" She looks pleased with herself. "I'm a sorcerer. I have djinni blood in my veins, but my real interest lies in necromancy. You see I'm not a bright happy gnome. I'm what they call a dread gnome. I specialize in rays." She taps her bracelet.
"Uncle Istis' lucky bracelet helps me hit better with my rays when there are people right next to an enemy. Well it helps some of the time."
She glares at the dwarf when he asks about cooking. I don't cook. Well I do but I might poison the food just to see what happens."
Tush watches in amazement as Liam and Duke enter the room. "How old is he? He looks like a young human. She looks on in fascination as the goblin, and the dog have their altercation. "Why are you betting on the frog?" she asks Grimlak. "It's just a little thing compared to the really big dog."
Nicenzia holds a hand in front of the dog as it comes barking at Tindertwig "Lie down you mutt! Tindertwig has done nothing to hurt you, or do you wish to be trapped in your own shadow?" she says before Liam manages to somewhat calm the dog down. "We all need to earn our place, and even a goblin can be part of the shields if the leaders deem it worthy."
"If the frog is a familiar I expect your bet will be won." Nicenzia says with a grin towards Grimlak
Setteling back down she drinks from her wine and turns her attention back to Tush. "Sounds like a really useful bracelet, the varisien who made my umbrella put some magic in it so that bright light doesn't hurt my eyes anymore. Oh where is my manners I'm a sorcerer with the power of undeath flowing through my veins. Maybe we can compare our knowledge of necromancy sometimes."
In a conspiratorial whisper he asks, "You don't be practicing black arts or be dealing with demons and devils?"
Meeting Grimlak's tone, Amed whispers "Absolutely not, Master Dwarf. But I do like to practice the more..subtle arts."
Amed makes a subtle nod of his head to the dhampir and gnome and smiles.
The floor rumbles as something very large approaches the door. It opens to reveal a massive man taking up the entire frame. And tall enough you can't see his face. He pauses for a moment, then ducks to entire, taking almost a comical amount of care to enter without breaking anything. Once fully in he still comes close to smacking his head on a ceiling beam. He is not pretty with his slightly thicker forehead, bushy eyebrows and off kilter jaw. It is also apparent he is not that bright as it takes him several moments to find Alinna (she is forced to wave him over). "Hello Ali," he says a little louder than necessary. His voice is a deep base that you can almost feel in your bones and his smile is full of square, blokish teeth. Surprisingly straight though. At least he's friendly.
He makes his way over with the same comical care he took to get in. He manages to make his way over without too many mishaps and finds an open seat. He pulls it back and flops down. It holds for about a second before there is a loud snap and Hanz ends up on the floor. He hurridly gets up and surveys the damage. "Oh no. Hanz did bad," he mumbles as he tries to put the broken pieces back together. He almost gets something resembling a chair before it falls apart again. He looks sadly at the pieces. Giving up, he scoots into the spot the chair was and sets on the floor. He looks over at Ali, embarrassed, "Sorry, I's broke ano'der."
She glares at the dwarf when he asks about cooking. I don't cook. Well I do but I might poison the food just to see what happens."
In amazement the dwarf replied, ”I’ll make sure you stay away from the cook pot then.” Looking around at his table mates he thinks to himself, or maybe not.
Tush watches in amazement as Liam and Duke enter the room. "How old is he? He looks like a young human. She looks on in fascination as the goblin, and the dog have their altercation. "Why are you betting on the frog?" she asks Grimlak. "It's just a little thing compared to the really big dog."
”I’m surprised to hear you say that; you being a little thing and all. Nope I be learnin a long time ago small things can lead to big problems,” The dwarf shared.
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Nicenzia holds a hand in front of the dog as it comes barking at Tindertwig "Lie down you mutt! Tindertwig has done nothing to hurt you, or do you wish to be trapped in your own shadow?" she says before Liam manages to somewhat calm the dog down. "We all need to earn our place, and even a goblin can be part of the shields if the leaders deem it worthy."
The dwarf shakes his head doubtful, ”We shall see.”
"If the frog is a familiar I expect your bet will be won." Nicenzia says with a grin towards Grimlak
”I be suspecting the frog be a witch of some sort. It be uncanny how it be watchin me,” the dwarf responded while his gaze lay upon the little frog.
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Meeting Grimlak's tone, Amed whispers "Absolutely not, Master Dwarf. But I do like to practice the more..subtle arts."
”Good man, stick by me then and you’ll do fine,” the dwarf responded. He examines the swordsman a little closer and asked, [b]”If you be a swordsman, where be your sword?”
A bewildered look appears on the little goblins green face.
He watches in rapt amazement (and disbelief; truth be told), as the others wearing armbands defend him!?
Wiping away a bit of moisture? from his eyes, Tindertwig smiles and nods.
Dirtbag! Wees be gittns friends!
Rippit!, comes a choked-up croak of agreement.
The goblin then frowns.
Dirtbag be luck toad. Not stupids frog!
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The little goblin laughs.
He jumps up and down excitedly.
Yous betcha, I be talkn to Dirtbag lotsa.
Tindertwig peers into the strange looking longshanks? ear.
Yous no good ears? Mees fix if yous want?
The goblin then begins going through his pack.
"Well if it is a witch, it's either a very good disguise or someone has been polymorphed. Maybe he is looking for a good drawven body to overtake." Nicenzia says teasing the dwarf.
"I personally think it's just a pet frogor luck toad as Tindertwig calls it. But I'll observe it if it makes you feel better about the frog."
Dirtbag winks at the dwarf....and smiles at Nicenzia....
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The door to the Silver Chalice creaks open, and a tall, lithe, otherworldly young woman slips in, seemingly out of the darkness of the night itself. She stops short, taking in the crowded room, the colorful cast, and all the commotion, then moves to the most unoccupied, most dimly lit corner of the tavern she can find. There she sits, not bothering to remove the hood of her cloak, and fiddles with her new uncomfortable silver armband. When Alinna finds her and offers a drink, she glances around the room, her eyes landing on the other likewise pale darkhaired woman.
Whatever she's having, she mumbles and gestures at Nicenzia with a dismissive wave of a gloved hand.
"Blood of the young?" Nicenzia says with a wink.
Waiting for her responds before she adds "Well red wine, but I wanted to see your reaction."
"Well if it is a witch, it's either a very good disguise or someone has been polymorphed. Maybe he is looking for a good drawven body to overtake." Nicenzia says teasing the dwarf.
"I personally think it's just a pet frog or luck toad as Tindertwig calls it. But I'll observe it if it makes you feel better about the frog."
Grimlak nodded his head enthusiastically at Nicenzia’s suggestion, ”That be great, if the two of us be watchin the little green bugger it won’t be gettin the drop on us.”
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Dirtbag winks at the dwarf....and smiles at Nicenzia....
”Did you see that,” The dwarf asked worriedly as he tried to get Nicenzia’s attention.
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He makes his way over with the same comical care he took to get in. He manages to make his way over without too many mishaps and finds an open seat. He pulls it back and flops down. It holds for about a second before there is a loud snap and Hanz ends up on the floor. He hurriedly gets up and surveys the damage. "Oh no. Hanz did bad," he mumbles as he tries to put the broken pieces back together. He almost gets something resembling a chair before it falls apart again. He looks sadly at the pieces. Giving up, he scoots into the spot the chair was and sets on the floor. He looks over at Ali, embarrassed, "Sorry, I's broke ano'der."
After seeing one strange creature after another enter the tavern the dwarf has become numb and is unfazed by the entrance of the half-giant. Halfheartedly he responded, ”Yes bad giant. If ya gonna be a Silver Shield you better learn to be rampaging like a proper giant.”
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Swen brushes her hood back and smirks at Nicenzia's reply. Wine's good... Haven't yet tried drinking blood, she states matter of factly, with a touch of dry sarcasm.
She leans forward and introduces herself, The name's Swen, then leans back in her chair and looks about the motley crew once again. Quite a cast this Colewin has gathered for himself, she observes, I wonder how well we'll come together in the field.
When Alinna returns with her wine, Swen raises her glass to the assembly in general. To new beginnings, she toasts with a marked lack of enthusiasm.
A plethora of strange (and disgusting) items make their way haphazardly from their tomb (the back pack) to the table.
Amongst the dirty debris and dung encrusted tools, the happily whistling goblin screetches,
Where iss it Dirtbag! Mees pliers; does tha special ones!
Shrugging its shoulders, the toad goes back to licking one of Tindertwig's big ears.
Zardu entered the Silver Challice at a slow ambling pace. His dark skin tone, platinum blonde hair and violet eyes making him clearly a person of Varisian descent even without seeing the tattoos on his well muscled frame. A scimitar sat at his right hip with a dagger on the other. His buckler was stashed in the high quality back pack slung over one shoulder, the strap digging into the chain links of his chain shirt on his right shoulder.
The small iron chain of a necklace could be seen about his neck but isn't currently visible. Aside him his tattoos there was no visible identification marks on him or his gear, with lots of feather and angelic iconography. An orange sash hung about his waist but his garments were a wide variety of colours and styles from all around the Lake Encarthan area.
"This room is filling up quickly. If we have any more ..members like Hanz, we might have to take our drink outside", Amed says with a slight cringe, looking to the tavern door.
After seeing one strange creature after another enter the tavern the dwarf has become numb and is unfazed by the entrance of the half-giant. Halfheartedly he responded, ”Yes bad giant. If ya gonna be a Silver Shield you better learn to be rampaging like a proper giant.”
Briefly Inil considers the idea of clobbering the dwarf over the head with something thick and hard in order to try and knock some common sense into it, but quickly disregards the idea for even if he managed to get past the thick skull their would be no chance of bypassing the dwarfs ego.
Instead he turns to Amed."Nothing wrong with having a drink outside, infact the fresh air might do some of us good!."
Tush stifles a laugh when the big man breaks the chair by just sitting in it. "You alright big fella?" She moves up next to him, and has to reach up to pat him on the shoulder as he sits on the floor. "Names Tush."
Tush watches Tindertwig digging around in his bag. This ought to be intersting. When the goblin calls out for pliers Tush gives Shagou a look to see if there is any reaction.
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From her corner of the room, Swen sips on her wine and watches the various actions with a bemused smirk. She takes account of the various occupants, trying to place the ones more otherworldly than she. Let's see, humans, a dwarf, a gnome, a goblin with a frog on its head, a bigger goblin?, a giant on the floor? Several I'm not even sure... How am I supposed to report on any of this?
I wasn't aware I was running away from home to join the circus...
Nicenzia hides a smile "I think the frog likes you Grimlak, perhaps you ought to carry around some treats for it, just to keep it on your good side." she says turning away before she starts smiling at the dwarf.
She turns to study the newcomer who like her is rather pale and darkhaired. "Well I wouldn't recommend drinking it if you don't have a yearning for it. You seem a bit like me, but I can sense a more otherworldly feeling about you. At least if I compare you to the humans around here. But as you say we are beginning to be quite the menagerie of different races here, so it wouldn't be strange to also have a few otherworlders amoung us by now."
"Well Inil the fresh air is certainly good for everyone, but unless the sun has settled by now I'm going to have to decline and stay in here untill dusk comes around." Nicenzia says finishing her glass of wine.