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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 15:28:36 GMT
Anyone who is going to be participating in the Night Hunt thread may post and RP here your introductions to your characters. This will allow us to keep the campaign thread free of those introductory matters. You have arrived in the town of Ashabenford sometime in the last two days, responding to the call to discover the culprit behind the missing people and slaughtered livestock. As was recommended to you, you have all found your way to the White Hart Inn, where the proprietor Holfast Harpenshield has granted you all free lodging for one night (though you still have to pay for your drinks!). As others wander in, a young musician begins singing in one corner, a dice game starts up at one table and a card game at another, and the evening is open and free.
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Post by Sneachtan Rugadh on Jan 21, 2015 15:37:42 GMT
Sneachtan walks up to the bar counter and gets the attention of whoever is serving the drinks. "How much for one large mug of ale?"
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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 16:08:32 GMT
"Three silver," Holfast replies. "You look a stout fellow," he continues as he begins to pour. "I presume you're one of those come to solve our problem?"
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Post by Blossom on Jan 21, 2015 16:12:55 GMT
Blossom flutters in, following her new friend. She landed on what seemed like a convenient perch, a barstool, and listened with interest to the conversation.
Problems? What problems? she thought.
Though she looked extremely out of place, she made up for it with silence.
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Post by Sneachtan Rugadh on Jan 21, 2015 16:17:05 GMT
"Three silver," Holfast replies. "You look a stout fellow," he continues as he begins to pour. "I presume you're one of those come to solve our problem?" Sneachtan hands the man the three silver. "Aye, that's what I'm here for. Hopefully it's nothing more than a unusually bold pack of wolves. We'll take care of this. And thanks for the drink."
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Post by Argudas De Soleni on Jan 21, 2015 16:19:27 GMT
Argudas was sitting at one of the tables near the bar, tweaking its crossbow. The Warforged's attention was grabbed when the Bartender mentioned the job.
"What do you know about the problem?"
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Post by Cendar on Jan 21, 2015 16:25:26 GMT
"No more than is in the reports," he says. "Seeing as I'm the one who wrote them. Besides, such things are best spoken of in the daylight, not on a night of feasting and celebration. You are here, our problems will be solved, we will pay you, everyone's happy, right?" He chuckles. "Well, things never go that smoothly, but one can hope." He hands over Sneachtan's drink. "So enjoy yourselves. We'll speak more of these things tomorrow."
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Post by Blossom on Jan 21, 2015 16:32:06 GMT
The pixie's curiosity is quite piqued now. Looking between the bartender, the small warforged, and the large burly man, she asks, "Reports? What's been happening?"
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Post by Michael7123 on Jan 21, 2015 16:44:42 GMT
The pixie's curiosity is quite piqued now. Looking between the bartender, the small warforged, and the large burly man, she asks, "Reports? What's been happening?"
"Couple of folks've gone missing over the past few days. Some dead livestocck too." Sneachtan says as he takes a sip of his ale.
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Post by Argudas De Soleni on Jan 21, 2015 16:47:44 GMT
"Not dead, butchered. A great animal perhaps?"
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Post by Blossom on Jan 21, 2015 17:14:55 GMT
"Butchered? So were they eaten, or just..." Blossom's stomach tossed just at the thought of animals being mangled. "If it was a great beast, surely it would have killed the animals to eat them? But I wouldn't imagine there would be much left..."
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Post by Sjach Gix on Jan 21, 2015 17:58:36 GMT
It was the little things, Gix realized, that still bugged him over the few years he had spent emmersed on the surface world. His psyche had grown calloused to the usual jeers, jibes, and discrimination due to his race, hardening his personality to be as hard as his scales, and thus the fact that he got a wide berth from his shadowy corner of the inn's tavern from anyone else who wasn't fooled by his dark green cloak pulled just short over his reptilian snout, nor the lumpy appearance of his wings hidden as best as could me managed beneath the cloth, didn't phase him much. No, instead, as he seemed to bitterly swallow the water he had ordered, the small creature found his thoughts drifting onto just how much of a waste this entire inn business was. Communal lodgings were nothing new to the kobold, but an entire practice of exchanging goods, or things of value that can be used for goods, for conveniences such as these? It was all a bloody waste.
Still, that didn't stop him from eavesdropping in on the few other adventurers as they talked amongst each other and the bar keep. But, playing it safe from his experiences so far, he decided to not be the one to greet them first – if they wished to leave the reptile to sit in his darkened corner, with those peculiar dark tinted goggles over his eyes, he'd be free to deal with it come morning when the job started.
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Post by Blossom on Jan 22, 2015 23:41:35 GMT
The conversation about monsters and missing people slowly dwindled as apparently not much information was available and there was only speculation left. The pixie's eyes wandered about the room to the various people, the singer, the gambling games, and then a 'cloaked, misshapen figure' brooding over in one of the darker corners. She didn't know why but there was something about him. Or her? She almost felt as if a certain interest had been taken into her and the rest of the little group. Likewise, she was rather curious about him.
Having nothing better to do, she floated over to the person's table in the corner. "Hello there! Are you here to help too?" she asked, resting her rump on the table with her feet dangling off the side and hair splayed out everywhere. Her head turned all the way to the side, facing the mysterious figure.
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Post by Sjach Gix on Jan 23, 2015 0:11:12 GMT
From a closure spot, and perhaps with the aid of the pixie's low light vision, what at a distance might have appeared to be a tremendously ugly and misshapen gnome or halfling with the aid of shadow was exposed thanks to the long, scaled snout which his hood could not hope to keep covered. And any doubts certainly would have faded away once the small creature's head tilted to turn towards the fey that had approached him, a creature about the same size as him - which seemed to have brought a small smile to his scaled lips. His nature as a kobold was quite evident by now, although there was still the matter of the strange shapes underneath his cloak, but once the reptile shifted to look towards the pixie, she might recognize the motion of wings uncomfortably hidden and out of sight. "Suppose you can say that. There should be a decent reward, and a chance to hone my skills from whatever this is," the kobold spoke, with a voice that was more low-pitched, and far more refined with the common tongue than most would expect from his kind. But of course, if the Pixie couldn't tell by the hidden wings, turquoise eyes, or blemished, copper scales, this was no ordinary kobold. "I take it you're here for the same purpose, albeit potentially different reasons?"
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Post by Blossom on Jan 23, 2015 0:47:54 GMT
"Uhm... N-no, I don't think so?" Blossom said. "I was just traveling with some friends. But I suppose that's why they're here." She shrugged. Honestly, Blossom had never seen a kobold before, but she had seen a dragon or two. And noticing the shapes in the back of his cloak twitching around, she deduced they were wings. But only because she thought he was a mini-dragon or something.
"Oh, are you a dragon!? It's an honor to meet you! My name is Blossom! Well, it's Sear'Se, but people don't really speak our language. What's yours?" she asked, overflowing with excitement.
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Post by Sjach Gix on Jan 23, 2015 1:21:30 GMT
"The fey tongue isn't apart of my repertoire, but I do know Elven, which I believe shares a few common root words and similarities here and there," the kobold responded, as his turqoise eyes continued to look towards the similar-sized fey. "As for if I'm a dragon or not... Well, that's a tricky question. I am to a point, but not like the true dragons - the really large, fire breathing type that most people think of with the name - but I, and my race to a point, are distantly related to them. As for me... My name is Sjach Gix, or Gix, if you prefer."
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Post by Blossom on Jan 23, 2015 1:33:52 GMT
"Oh. I see. I figured you weren't the same type as the others I had met, but you were still quite similar.." the pixie comments. She tried to repeat the name. "Szchach Gix." Blossom slurred the first name and couldn't really get it right. Then she smiled and said with a nod, "Gix is fine."
She studied the kobold a bit more, tilting her head. "Aren't you uncomfortable?" she asked.
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Post by Sjach Gix on Jan 23, 2015 2:49:05 GMT
The kobold couldn't help but smile at being called a dragon, or at least, having his draconic heritage so obviously noticed. However much struggle it caused its youthful years, he still took pride in his race's draconic lineage, and especially his own. "It is... But I'm used to it. Keeping myself as unnoticed as possible by most of those around..." he gave a small nod to the collection of humanoids gathered within the common room, "Typically works the best. I've been run out of more than enough inns and villages and towns because some bar maid shrieked and I never got to get a word in. So hiding the wings helps, and with my cloak pulled down as far as it can go while still allowing me to see, most assume I'm just one of the other small creatures. Its easier, and if I need too, I can always take flight from my room to stretch them out."
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Post by Blossom on Jan 23, 2015 3:17:01 GMT
Blossom nods. "Yes.. I was talking about your wings. I couldn't imagine keeping mine cramped and hidden away all the time." To accentuate her point, though probably not on purpose, she stretched her own wings out and gently undulated them briefly. Beautiful, sparkly things they were, but it was apparent they were also more cumbersome than normal. Typically a bird, or a bat, a dragon, or most other flying things could fold up their wings somewhat, but her butterfly-like wings would pretty much have to snap to be able to fit under a cloak.
She frowned a bit, thinking about what Gix said. "Hmm.. what happened to you seems quite unfortunate. But you're not really scary. I mean, I don't even think you're much taller than me!" The pixie giggled. "What kind of silly people are these being scared of someone so much smaller than them?" She continued to laugh and shake her head.
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Post by Sjach Gix on Jan 23, 2015 5:41:11 GMT
The reptile let a noticeable frown crease his lips and brow at that statement, but beyond that the kobold didn't seem to react too harshly towards being called short and non-threatening, even if in a non-direct manner. "Typically a kobold isn't sighted on the surface very often unless we're in groups," he started, taking a moment to lean back so his cloaked figure fell back into the shadows of the corner, although his turquoise eyes managed to peer their way through the gloom. "And we are known to occasionally assemble into an army backed with siege equipment when we're preparing to expand into an occupied territory. Or perhaps they just label my kind a monster, tell scary stories about us boiling children's bones for our soups, doing the bidding of some chromatic dragon, and all that hog wash that leads them to wear or be wary of my ilk. Either way, it is what it is."
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