Applicant #1:
Assuming that Luck and at least Drago are sitting at the table:
A thin gaunt faced elf walks up to the table. His hair is bright
yellow and his glasses are black and over his eyes his collar is
zipped up around his face. He seems to look at the two of you as
though he is seeking your faces for a tell. Hello, my name is Felireal
Lunnanocht, However, most call me Mr. Black. I am from Kyonin, but
have traveled far from home and been to places few have ever seen. I
seek to kill evil, so that sins of my own past my be rectified. My
patron tells me that this is the quickest way to redemption.
Applicant #2:
You two smell of Dragon and Jungle Rot.The names Arnett Copperpot.
What can i kill for you? A very old dwarve steps up to the table
heavily clad in armor. A wiery long white beard hanging down to his
waist. His face is weather beaten and very wrinkled. He clings to a
dwarven waraxe in one hand and a shield in the other. On his shield
there are crossed picks I am from the mines of SouthMoor You might
have heard of me. I also have two grand kids serving on long campaigns
as well. Are you staring at me? Never seen a Dwarf of my age so virile
and ready to fight. C'mon lads buck up and give me a contract if you
wanna succeed at this event. The last crew of young bucks quite on me,
so here is your chance to solve all your issues and pick the best most
experienced fighter out there.
Applicant #3
A Halfling walks up clad in what looks like the skin of a large lizard
his skin is bark tan and his hair is matted at best. He says nothing.
He only draws his bow points the tip down. Then tips his head side to
side as though listening for something. Right eyebrow rises he turns
and lets loose three arrows. The first pins something to the wall, the
second hits the wall and a ring of fire bursts from it at just the
right distance to singe the first, and the third splits the first in
half all the way to the head. He walks over to the wall and pulls what
looks to be a bug from it, brings it back to the table and sets it
down. Now obviously two halves of a bug. "I cooked it, you want half."
A big toothy Grin spreads across his face.
3 is my fav i am allowing the survivors to decide who they hire
