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Discouraged to find that all of the doors seem locked, but not eager to be outside much longer, Fanriel wipes her hands try on the underside of her shirt and tries to climb up the corner of the inn and reach the porch above.
After slipping twice, due to slippery surface and muddy boots, she finally reaches the porch and broken window.
With a quick nod to the halfling, Fanriel takes up a quick race toward the main doors of the inn. She's glad to see that the dwarf and peculiar nordland woman are doing the same.
"We're heading back!" Fanriel tries to 'whisper loudly' up to Edgar. "Need someone to catch ya?" Fanriel will try to help Edgar down, should he need it, then rush toward the front door behind Nargond.
Fanriel continues to scan their surrounding, nervously looking up to see that Elthaslas and Edgar are in view. As soon as they find a way in, she intends to follow, so as not to be stuck outside.
"What is out here?!" Fanriel whispers, somewhat frantically. "And did it sneak inside? We came outside to help, but there's quite a few unanswered questions."
Rather than return inside, Fanriel follows Edgar's lead and tries to help Elthaslas open the door.
Fanriel's neck snaps toward Edgar, her eyes wide and inquisitive. She's afraid to leave their spot outside... rather, afraid to turn her back on whatever might be out here. "What's going on?" She asks rhetorically. "We should return." she now advises the others, though uncertain of her own advice.
Fanriel instinctively tries to back up, but finds her back up against the rear of the building. There are times when you appreciate silence, but at this moment she'd give almost anything to hear the rain again. "What is happening, Edgar?" she whispers to the halfling beside her, mostly to hear her own voice.
Fanriel follows Edgar around the back of the building, trying to keep her sopping hair clear of her eyes. As the light goes dark, she instinctively grins... she doesn't need light.
Still somewhat flustered, the elf isn't picking up the same cues as her halfling friend. She raises an eyebrow in question, but is unable to receive a reply before he is already heading out the door with bow in hand. Thankful for a chance to step outside herself, Fanriel slings her own bow over her shoulder and follows the short bandit out into the rain.
With a sigh of relief, Fanriel whispers to Elthaslas "I'm glad you drew it."
Fanriel mouths a silent "thank you" to Edgar as he tries to diffuse the situation, then begins to sweat a little less as another elf stands beside her as well. She stands taller now, more confident again.
Fanriel tries to mask her surprise, gulping hard as the first bite slowly slides down her throat. Resolving to look confident, she rises back to her full height and slides the small dagger from her own boots. "Getting yourself cut up won't prove they exist or don't, but I can give Minous some new scars if that's what will convince him." She's beginning to sweat a bit, hoping that the owner of the inn might put an end to this before anything happens.
"The ratmen are all too real." Fanriel replies to the scoffer, crossing the room to where Edgar sits in conversation. "I know we hardly need more things to worry about, but I'd keep them on the list if I were you." The elf drops to her seat without further explanation, food in hand and eager to have a warm meal. She looks apologetically toward Edgar, regarding her absence. It was a big group, and the two ought to stick together.
Spotting the beast shooting from the woods, Fanriel finally catches a clear shot and looses a shakey arrow. But it buries itself harmlessly in the brush beside.
Hearing Edgar's words, Fanriel wheels around to see the chaos taking place behind her. She had been trying to conceal herself in the center of the pack, but found such a thing rather difficult as she peered over the heads of those surrounding her. Now she simultaneously valued and dispised her central position. While it had provided a bit of a human buffer from the attacks, it also creates a number of obstacle. "Get out of the way!" She cries at an older gentleman standing between her and the beastmen. She flicks an arrow from her quiver and knocks it against the string, but stares down the shaft at the frightened man who blocks her shot. "Move or duck!"
I had missed it too, so I ran a search for "gold" on the pdf. Page 20, in the midst of character creation: "You career also includes an entry called Trappings; again, copy these onto your character sheet. The listed items are the equipment you start your adventuring career with. You also get, regardless of career the following: * Common clothing consisting of a shirt, breeches, and worn boots, a tattered cloak, a dagger tucked in a boot or belt, a sling bag or a backpack containing a blanket, a wooden tankard, a wooden cutlery set, a hand weapon (axe,club,sword, etc.) and a purse holding 2d10 Gold Crowns (gc)."
That sounds good to me. I rather like the idea of a 6'1" elf and a halfling. I'll check up on Edgar's background, and likely reference him briefly in the game post.
This is KDTompos' elf outlaw. And yeah, I'd be game for combining some backstories. If we're both outlaws then it would be nice to have some comradery eh? |
