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Rolling his eyes at the haiku slam about to begin, he says to the well-coifed one, "I'm afraid were out of Kaffe at the moment, some sad sack of a sergeant just took our last bag of beans and we won't get a new load until tomorrow. I might have a small amount of brew from Nex, but I'll have to look. If I do, it's a bit stronger and thicker than you might be used to, but it does the same job."

To the pale beauty, Raelc looks at her in the back and says "We'll have some sweet breads coming out of the oven in about 5 minutes. I'll make sure you get the best of the lot."

"I've got everyone else's order here, I'll be back in a few."

Raelc comes around to the table(s) and sees all the people sitting around Pat. Before he can say anything, the drow lieutenant says "Another round of the reserves for everyone here, Domson. Make it snappy, it's going to be a long night." She says this with a sly grin, as if she were expecting something.

Without a hint of sarcasm (on his voice anyway), he speaks up. "Alright, what'll it be for the rest of you then?"

Raelc notices the pale beauty and the large minotaur creature talking and began to wonder what brought them to this dump. Every since he fell through that portal in Sharn two years ago, he has been stuck here, slinging hash and the occasional spell around trying to figure out what to do with his life. It certainly wasn't meant to be a short order cook to a bunch of military types (although his souffle was slowly becoming a local legend), and certainly not forever.

"Hello lady and gentleman," Raelc said with an impish grin. Despite his dark features (mostly grease, but there was some skin under there...somewhere), and obvious elven stature, it was clear that he was what passed for a cook around these parts. "Is there anything I can get for you besides small beers?" His accent is completely unfamiliar to you (Think Mr. Belevedere, only even more fussy), but still Common.

Before you have a chance to say anything, Raelc continues. "So are you here to join the Crusaders? I hear the miliary is hiring up for yet another crusade against,'at this, Raelc holds his hand up to his forehead in an obvious attempt at sarcasm, 'the relentless evil and their undead legions."

"One of the worst places to get drunk in all of Nerosyan!" - "Queen" Gallifrey

"How did I end in up in this unhappy place?" - Doctor Who-something (I dunno, he just kept calling himself the Doctor)

"Where are all the little duckies?" - Bonar the Barbarian

Welcome to our little hole in the ground, where the food is served up proper on sticks of bread, the ale is made from the finest rice, and the service is to die for (or maybe just died, who knows).

Come on in and sit for a spell, or cast a spell and sit on a hand!! We are not picky :)

Looks like it is me as well DarkOne. Has there been a playing thread setup yet?

LOL at Serenity and Jeren. Really, I wasn't trying to place blame on Nightflyer, I was just curious to see what was going on. I didn't know about the glitches the other day.

I'll make you both omelets for helping me out. I even have this new meat I got from this guy, little Asian fella, dresses like Chuck Barry from the Gong Show, he said it "come from Gangnam." Anybody know where that town is on the map? :P

Anywho, got some Limburger around here somewhere...

Thanks guys.

Nightflyer - I don't mind playing in Xen'drik so much, I'm less familiar with it but I'll manage.

My issue is that I posted twice that I would prefer Mournlands and both posts seem to have been deleted. I'm not asking you to change me to Mournlands, but do you happen to know why those posts were deleted by chance? I'm not looking to blame you, I'm just curious if it was a glitch of some kind.

Thanks in advance.

Kewl beans, nightflyer. Congrats on the marriage and I'll see you soon.

LOL that's all I can say about that Serenity.

LOL@Serenity. I'm the same way. I'm originally from Chicago, moved to San Antonio 6 years ago, and I've been fighting my wife for years about the AC.

I'm still here, working on perfecting this crepe recipe I found in some old kitchen, belongs to some guy named Elminster? Anyone ever heard of him?

I wouldn't call myself an "Eggcaster" per se, more like a journeyman omleter or an aspiring stand up souffle. LOL

I am submitting Raelc Domson for the role of primary spellcaster.

Still interested in playing in this pbp.

Point of interest, does it make sense to have the companies divided by caster/non-caster?

One company of warforged is a racial based grouping and could be thought to have melee, ranged, casting, etc. But then to have all casters in one company shorts the other companies from having the protections of casters.

I guess it would depend on how large the engagements are. If the entire company goes on campaign, then having all the casters under one command makes sense.

If casters are akin to specialists, then having a pair or squad in a platoon or company might make more sense.

If the idea is more of something like a bunch of special forces units, then each of the main character types would be needed in any unit.

I can probably give a shot at answering that one. In the military (at least in the Marine Corps), each battalion has a heavy weapons company. Sometimes on maneuvers, the entire company will work out of their designated area and do their thing (i.e. mortars, light artillery, anti-tank/demolitions, etc.). More often than not, however, squads or even platoons will be "loaned out" to the other infantry companies for support. I'm guessing that is what's likely going on with this battalion (brigade?). The warforged company could be specialized troops, but that are likely to have humans in most of the officer positions. That's how a lot of units that were filled with "minority" units (i.e. blacks) were formed historically.

So, based on the information you gave us nightflyer, which company will we be going to?

"BTW, my mentor, Lord Manticore, stated that he would gladly donate to the cause...he said 'hint, hint' whatever that means. Oh, and I were to give you this."

Raelc hands over a plain, manila pouch that feels heavy, it probably does not have feathers in it.

LOL

I finally had a chance to crunch, so my link has all the stats now, including my background.

"Why, who says I'm bumbling? I'll have you know my dad probably built your dad, and I'll bet you don't even know what 'tartar' means!" What the hell does tartar mean again...something raw? Did I use the right word against that barbaric elven oaf?

:-) LOL

@Axolotl - Yea, I like the idea of the bumbler, he is good at what he does (wizard and cook, I'm actually going to put a point into Prof (cook), because you never know when you have to sit and eat), but practically inept elsewhere. I might have him evolve over time as he learns more about the world outside of Aerenal, but I'm going to wait and see how the campaign rolls out before messing with the formula.

I decided to play a wizard this time because I was looking to something a bit different. I thought that playing him in character as a noob to the mercenary life would be like the new kid, fresh out of basic, heading to his first post. Wet behind the ears and oblivious to diplomacy seemed perfect for what I had in mind, at least in the short term.

So that's what it was. I thought it might be it, but I wasn't sure.

I haven't had a chance to crunch more than my stats so far (darn 7am board meetings :-( ), but my link has the basics so far. Has anyone heard from nightflyer? Also, as a noobish guy, what's the BBCode for show/hide?

After a few days of travel, the airship finally settles into its perch on one of the mooring posts in Karnath. Raelc had heard that many mercenaries started or filled their careers in this city. Not really sure where to go, Raelc walked the streets randomly and found a flophouse with a room to rent. It was a silver a day, which was larceny as far as he was concerned, but it beat sleeping under a window. He would have to find work soon in some capacity.

Not knowing the lay of the land, Raelc found himself an hour later at a tavern. For half a silver, he got a mug of ale (piss water!!) and something resembling a stew. Looking over, he spies a beautiful woman sitting with her back to him. Turning around, he says to the woman "Excuse me, dear lady, but is there anyone hiring for wizards today?"