"Well, that's established. I like this Shellin guy, too."
And with that, the bald one and monkey followed the guy who just so happened to have the social skills they lacked.
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"Battle partners then?" Holding out his scarred and calloused hand, Vemarus was obviously glad to make a new friend. "I may not be good at taking a hit or two, but I can hold your back where it counts."
Looking back at the companion on his shoulder, the monk added, "See? Even the dwarf likes you. You might as well grow a beard while you're at it!" "In any case, dwarf, my name is Vemerus. Priest of the earth and sky, wielder of Galespike, and friend to those who love a good drink." Finishing it off with a deep bow, he said, "What be your name?"
Reach cleric centered around group wide healing, buffing, summoning, with a monkey familiar to boot. The monkey, in later levels, will turn into a magic device monger, so I'll be looking for wands.
Right at that moment, there was a small popping sound, and the elf was nowhere to be found. A grey haze briefly hung in the area, and all seemed to be waiting for whatever was inside to come out. Eventually, a young man with a bald head and ornate clothing akin to monastic styles coughed and walked out of the dissipating cloud. Carrying a rather nasty looking glaive in one hand, and an equally adorable monkey on his shoulder, the monk looked around in surprise as if noting that he was not where he had intended to be. "Looks like we're all going somewhere," he said, mumbling to himself. The monkey chattered on his shoulder, feverishly, and the monk all but laughed in reply. "No, I don't think they'll eat us, Morvuk. They might think you're too smart. However, these folks seem to be focused, so we should follow suit."
Presented, and finished with the background, from here on out, I will be posting as my character. (this is velithin, by the way)
To Vemarus' attention, no one truly trusted each other in this establishment. Dwarves demanding their shoes to be cleaned, and multiple individuals sitting in the shadows. This adventure already seemed to be set on a rocky path. Nodding to Hob, the elf replied, "You, as well. It's good to see a fellow academic in these parts." A dark leather backpack rest against Vemarus' chair, and lazily putting his tome away, the elf returned his attention to the people at large. "If we are to venture into the tunnels, we must make attempts to get along. Obviously, the dwarf has societal inabilities when sylvan folk are involved, but I'm sure he can make do. To everyone else here, my aim is to keep everyone very much alive and well throughout our venture together. If you have issues with that, please state them now."
The mood around the inn was dark and dreary; that much was certain. Yet, on one side of an old oak table that everyone had seemed to gravitate to, even before the old man's speech, sat a rather odd looking elf. Reclined back in a worn, splintering chair that had seen too many bar fights, this elf was dressed in a durable leather jacket, leather breeches, and leather boots; all of them of dark tan. However, that was where the normalcy ran out. Sleeves thrust out from either side of the jacket with a purple and teal pattern akin to jester's stripes. White hair poked out in every direction from a purple, ratty, and holey hood that had obviously seen some better days. The buckled, calf-high boots, which reclined nicely upon the table top, wiggled to and fro at a rhythmic pace, almost as if they were deep in thought. Yet, when one looked plainly at the figure dressed in explorer's gear, they could not help but smile at how lost from the world the elf seemed; or rather, lost in a book. Bright green eyes lifted up from the pages of a thick, teal embroidered tome to glance about the table as the old man left. Speaking out in baritone, the elf said, "I guess this is where we start the introductions. My name is Vemarus, and I will be your mage, if you so need one." |