"Perception 1d20 + 4 (5) + 4 = 9"
ooooh... shuddup, Birdhead Crankybush. Abbracadabra indeed!
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Abbrathil glances up at the rugged looking human and puts his fists on his hips while tapping his right foot, his face flushed. Now look here, stranger. I, for one, am not nearly as strange as a heretofore unnamed individual whose introductory address claims that avian creatures of an implicitly sinister nature dwell within the crypt to which we are intending to travel! Despite your unorthodox proemial practices, you demonstrate a much stronger grasp of basic enunciation skills and I am thereby once more able to hope that someone other than myself will be capable of pronouncing my name. After a long breath, Abbrathil takes a deep bow. When he rises, he introduces himself. I am Abbramari Ne--- His eyes go wide as saucers as he quickly clamps both hands over his mouth in panic, his cheeks flushed with embarassment. *sigh* Just call me "Abbra." I fear it will be easier this way. His shoulders slump as he mutters under his breath.
Abbrathil squirms uncomfortably beneath Hennon's massive palm, and despite his flailing arms he is unable to prevent being petted. Flustered, he quickly smooths his hair back with both hands then brushes a bit of imagined dust from his left sleeve. I am all for thinking, Hennon. As for the appearance of other adventurers to aid us in our ceremonial endeavor, I suppose that will hinge upon the capriciousness of the gods. Pharasma take me if no one else comes forward! Ayiyiyi!
Abbramari? Did you- ah. I see. No, no. Abbrathil scratches his head briefly as his large eyes glance up to Hennon. His response is voiced without pause for breath. You seem to have taken the initial syllable of my forename and combined with the antipodal syllable of my surname and thereby created a nonsensical phonetic amalgam that is neither of my names and yet both of them at the same time. Abbrathil. Nevari. A-bra-thil. Ne-var-i. Abbrathil Nevari. Yes? His eyebrows arch inquisitively as he looks toward to the towering figure beside him.
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After waiting as patiently as his impatience would allow, the slight figure hidden in the throng sighed with relief when he heard someone finally approaching the mayor. Pharasma's Breath! I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to do this on my own. Well, there's little sense in waiting much longer. Might as well make my appearance now while the appearing's good! hehe! Few could actually see Abbrathil's approach as he tried to weave his way through the crowd. Despite his efforts, he found himself jostled repeatedly as he tried to approach the mayor. I wonder who else- Hey! Watchit, lady! I'm trying to walk here, not be smothered to death by you and your inestimable girth! If the overly large onlooker heard his squeaky voice, it did not show on her face as she continued to sway side to side, trying to get a good view of the mayor and those who might step forward. After what seemed like an hour, Abbrathil finally managed to make his way through the forest of legs. As he emerged into the center of the square he stopped suddenly, mouth agape at the figure standing beside Mayor Uptal. Pharasma's Breath! They're growing giants in the village now! Abbrathil quickly brushed his wild hair, the color of fresh red tulips, back with both hands and smoothed the front of his dark blue robes. After a few quick breaths, he strode into the center of the square with as much confidence as he could muster. It took him probably four times as many strides as Hennon to reach the mayor, but once he finally arrived he bowed before the mayor. I too am ready, milord. Abbrathil took his place beside Hennon, which evoked a sweeping wave of chuckles from the crowd. Abbrathil glanced up nervously to the half-orc, his large eyes growing even wider as he tried to calculate Hennon's height in his head. He is! He's a giant. Pharasma save me, they're sending me into the crypt with an adolescent hill giant. ... uhhh.... Hi? Herman, was it? I think they're sending the tallest person and the shortest person from the village on this errand. I'm Abbrathil, a pleasure to meet you! |