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Yo, Braddock, sorry to single you out, but if you're gonna post in gameplay make sure its gameplay related. Otherwise, just post into discussion. I agree, you're plan for trading or buying cold iron weapons is feasible, but its also not RP important OOC. Just type it in here, and then we can all talk about it and not clog up the gameplay page.
Donnovon nodded. His double axe was back over his shoulder in the clasps that kept it secured along his side as he walked out, his scalemail give quiet little 'clinks' as the scaled rubbed and ticked together with his movement and heavy steps. "I only have 11 gold pieces left to my name, but I'd be happy to contribute it." As Alisa headed off, Donnovan turned to speak to those that remained. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm hoping that our new employer, mayor Ionnia, will be willing to give us a small forward payment so we can actually equip ourselves accordingly for this venture. I don't know about the rest of you, but I wasn't planning on running off to fight some fey in a snowstorm during the summer months..." Donnovan, scratched his jaw before continuing. "If any of you wish to come along, perhaps we can be all the more persuasive for getting a bit of coin to better outfit ourselves. Otherwise, I'll meet you all back at the Silver Stoat. Seems as good a place as any to meet before we leave." With that Donnovan headed off towards Ionnia Teppen's residence. As he walked up to the front door. he knocked on the door firmly but politely, and stepped back to wait patiently.
All good, we're all just sort of waiting for Evastor's next post as our wonderful DM.
Well, I'm not posting until others have, I honestly feel like there's little point until anyone's responded, or the DM continues us forward. At this point, Donnovan has said that which he would, and the rest is just me waiting to see what is said next.
Donnovan just looked down at the goblin curiously. He'd dealt with them before in the past as both allies and foes, and while he'd perhaps found some of them to be particularly viscous or aggressive, he'd found others just as likely to be inquisitive and thoughtful. They were certainly an interesting race, to be sure. But in many ways, despite whatever his own interactions with the race had been, he found both goblin-kind and orc-kin shared a similar reputation amongst the other races. And while he might not be happy about it, he could understand why it was so... even if that reputation seemed to irritably hang over him in all his dealings with the other races typically. Donnovan gave a polite tilt of his head to the goblin as he continued to speak calmly but firmly. "Hail, Nix. My name is Donnovan, but most simply call me Duke. It's been quite some time since I've traveled with a goblin. I'd offer to shake your hand, but mine are quite full with Gor'duel..." said Donnovan, adjusting his hold on the double-axe.
hah, I was in California until recently myself, how about that... and yeah, no problem Nix; we all understand. Just glad to have you back.
"It was simply meant as a simple 'salute.' And yes... I shall come along," rumbled Donnovan calmly and clearly. The Half-Orc was oddly... well spoken for his kind. He gave a slight shrug as he continued speaking, "But I suppose I believe more in action than word..." Donnovan looked around the room... and took a deep breath as he came to a conclusion and hauled up the axe and tilted the blades comfortably, and safely, over a thick shoulder. whatever... the others can simply look around me if they can't see. "And I suppose while I'd typically be one to take another at their word, I'd rather hear your singing for myself before making a final judgement. I think we all have hidden talents... it's just a matter of discovering them" said the large half-orc, giving a slight chuckle as he thought back to a especially good memory from his travels abroad. Keeping the blades safely up, and away from anyone nearby, Donnovan moved over next to the group, standing on Alisa's other side opposite of Braddock; one hand cradling the bottom axehead as his other held the weapons sturdy haft leaned against his shoulder. "In the end, I believe more in 'action' than 'words.' But I suppose both have their place in this world... but consider my 'percussion' to be the beginning of my 'action' to commit aid and see it through." finished the half-orc, flashing a small shy smile to Arisa before turning his attention back towards Ionnia, face once-more stoney as he returned his attention to the business at hand.
back home, and it seems just in time to catch the newest posting.
Donnovan just silently stands up in the back, keeping his hands firmly atop the head of the double-axe. He felt little need to speak, or supply a reason as to why he chose to go as they were his own: especially since it seemed like everyone else had said more than enough without him chiming in more words. So, simply letting his rather massive and lithely-muscled height speak for itself, he simply picked up the double axe and smacked the opposite blade against the ground once with a dull "thunk" and simply stood straight up in the back.
sounds good to me. Also, fore-warning. I'm going to be gone between the 9th-13th in California at a family reunion. I'll try to get online if I can, but from what my family already down there have told me, there is no wireless where I'm going so... yeah, we'll just see how it goes.
(sorry about the massive wait.) Knowledge Local Roll Spoiler:
Donnovan Hadn't been in Heldren for all that long, but he'd certainly been here longer than anywhere else he'd traveled in the past. Overall, it was a quiet town, the folk gave him little trouble, and he did his work quietly and with little words to those that he had no business with. Typically, Donnovan would be lucky to get anything so-much as remotely close to a 'long-term' job. But these were anything but 'typical times,' if the non-seasonal snows and worried talk were any indicator that hard times were upon them. But as of late, he'd been more than busy. Few were as fortuitous as the big Half-Orc, and he personally didn't mind the cold nearly as badly as the others of the town. Then again, it'd taken him a while when he'd been traveling with his old mercenary company to understand that the other races didn't always share his natural "resistance" to the cold. Walking into the meeting hall, Donnovan simply moved to the side and back to take his seat and not block anyone's view with his 6'6" of tall bulk. While not particularly wide for a half-orc, he was still large simply by the virtue of being- well -large. And he did tend to stick out with his odd yellowish/pale colored skin and cropped black hair. He was still wearing his full gear as well; having only just come in fresh from the snows and scouting around the perimeter of the town to help keep everyone's minds more, or less, at ease. While Donnovan wasn't always privy to the talk and gossip going around town, just seeing so many folk rattled worried him. But, Donnovan couldn't afford for it to keep him from doing what he had to; literally. He still had to make financial ends meet at the end of the week to stay under a roof, and "ill omens" or not, he'd brave the cold, monsters, and superstitions to see himself with some moderate comforts. He'd rather not be sleeping out in the snow again if he could handle it... Looking around the room, Donnovan saw a few familiar faces, but mostly those of strangers. He pulled the double-axe from its clasps on his side and rested it between his legs so the blades wouldn't happen to knick anyone sitting near to him, resting his corded and muscled arms atop the flat tops of one of the uppermost axe-blades comfortably as he leaned back, relaxed, and waited patiently. This meeting had sounded serious, and he intended to not miss a single word if he could help it.
Thanks. I actually just figured that out, and then was editing my last post lol.
Alright, I'll try to get my full backstory to you sometime tonight Evan, but it might be pretty late. I'm a night owl and typically stay up pretty late. |
