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I turn to listen to Khalaban, I halt at the mention of wolves. Whispering back "Avoiding combat sounds much more wise, we do not have knowledge of this terrain." I begin walking in the new direction that Khalaban pointed out. I pull my warhammer from my hip and loosen the drawstring of a pouch on my belt. I hope I don't have to use any of these.
"I am the fifth of a line of righteous paladins." I say, beginning to walk.
"I am Xanthous Spudnik Kallente Yan deQuello Seqentious the Fifth. If we are doing short names, Xanthous will be fine. What specialties do you guys have?" I look at everyone while saying this.
I drop on one knee, "Arete give me strength to smite the evils in this land, I will carry your light within my actions" bowing my head and holding silence for 90 seconds before standing up and asking. "Which direction would that be then little dragon?"
I walk the perimeter of our new location, looking around.
"I'm not familiar with this land at all. I think it's best to wait for the small dragon creature to come back down and tell us the lay of the land." after saying this, I sit down and wait, pulling a carrot out of my bag. I then begin shaving it with a knife, eating the peel shavings.
No other questions here, just waiting. I don't need much to prepare
I sit down and start counting my supplies. I do not make eye contact but simply listen. I go through my food rations That's 15 days of food, but some of it will go bad before hand. I could always use it as a projectile I guess. I hope we're not ordered to kill innocents, I won't able to comply with that.
(Posting for Zero while he's at work)
"That was a very odd dream indeed. I don't know why my sack was full of odd metals. Though to be frank, I'm not interested in any rewards, just purging the world of evil." I stand in the room, looking at the other companions. "But if my service is requested of me, I am happy to oblige."
Next large post will come out today. Just a head's up
"If that is the case, I have no further questions." drawing my warhammer out and standing ready.
I step forward and say loudly "Will there be heretics?"
I walk immediately to the center. Not cautious of the other people. "It is a lovely day out." trying to make small talk and lighten the atmosphere.
After donning my armor and my backpack, I walk outside. I squint as my eyes adjust to the difference in light level and I try to make out my surroundings.
I sit up and read the note. I rub my head straining to remember why this felt familiar. "Oh... that one weird dream... the one where I was a lizard person wearing scrap metal... That was an odd one" I mutter to myself while I get up and begin donning my armor, trying to think too much about it.
Ready to go, will finish my skills and a few item details, but I'm set.
Ey. Dun fel o good: is the last thing out of my mouth before promptly collapsing and falling asleep. As I lay there my skin starts turning greenish and scaly, revealing to those around me that I was not a human, but a reptile. I don't feel so good
By the time I can comprehend that pickpockets means evil, the crowd is clapping and cheering. I raise my hands and cheer victoriously, not sure what I've done. I then stumble my way around in the crowd, bumping and shoving into most along the way.
Thass a ged del:
that's a good deal As I'm being lifted off of Anna Blake, I notice the pouch on her. oowooooow, tet's a big bag'o'stuff... I hev a bag like that:
Oh wow that's a big bag of stuff. I have a bag like that I reach down to my belt and grope my waistline, unable to find my bag'o'stuff, completely forgotten that I threw it on a table earlier. WHER'S ME BAG'O'STUFF?!?! WHER'S IT GON?:
Where's me bag of stuff?! Where's it gone? I frantically start spinning in circles looking around on the floor, getting immensely dizzy after the second rotation, and begin to start retching again.
I blink my eyes multiple times while staring at all the kegs and casks of alcohol. Trying to figure out why the crowd is cheering. I stumble to the closest person wassgoin in har:
what's going on here I lean against her shoulder unable to maintain balance too well.
While the two gnomes are speaking, I start making a retching motion and walk to the nearest unoccupied corner before vomiting profusely. I look up teary eyed and blink asynchronously. I then wander off down the stairs where I hear the loud ruckus of people. Leaving my bag of garbled junk with the gnomes.
Xanthous throws a sack on the table, it sounds like it's full of objects. I wager me bag'o'stuff agst uu's gam: I wager my bag of stuff against your game
RP: character appearance:
Xanthous Spudnik is a very raggedy looking older man. His black hair is matted and his face dirty. He's missing a few teeth and his eyes never quite focus on the same thing. His clothes are tattered and constantly being patched to fix holes. Underneath his clothes you can catch glimpses of metal, what looks like possibly half-plate. Xanthous stumbles through the door into the bar. heading straight to the bar, overturning at least one table on his way. When he reaches the bar he slams his hands on the counter.
Lissem ere Miss I'm looken fur foo n gon eat anythin you got:
Listen here miss, I'm looking for some food, and I'm going to eat anything you got After his demands, his eyes wander one at a time over to the corner with the gnomes and their gambling ring. Before anything can persuade him otherwise, he stumbles over to that corner, falling onto a table and possibly overturning a few more chairs. oU lIL pintstout, wassgoin' n here. beta ot be do'n anthin evil, els go'n getcha: you little pint stouts, what's going on here. Better not be doing anything evil, or else I'm going to get you |
