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18-03-2014, 07:35 PM (This post was last modified: 19-03-2014 03:54 PM by Revenant77x.)
D&D In Character Thread

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Righton is a medium sized village sitting along one of the trade roads. Wealthy enough that the road in town is paved with cobblestone. The buildings are all 2-3 stories and made of wood with slate roofs, gotten from the nearby mine. The largest building is the Lucky Pick inn, it's sign shows a Miners Pick hitting what looks to be a deposit of gold. The Innkeeper is a broad but short man with a white apron and only a scattering of hair by the name of Basil Keepton. Surrounding the village are several farms scattered along the mine road to the south. To the north is a large forest about a mile north of the outskirts of the village. Past the farms to the south the road continues on through the forest to the mine some 4 miles distant.

When the carriage had dropped you off you had been handed a letter to wait in the Lucky Pick until all members of the expedition had arrived. How Lord Goldbrand had know who you were or how to find each of you is still unclear but sitting in the inn now you meet you new companions.

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18-03-2014, 10:43 PM (This post was last modified: 18-03-2014 10:47 PM by Escape Artist.)
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A sharp set of talons bit into Gwen's shoulder as she pulled a scroll embossed with the Duke's seal on it from her pack. Normally she would have scolded the young owl for surprising her so, but Owlister's lack of manners was the last thing on her mind right now.

Gwen looked up at the sign hanging above the Lucky Pick Inn, checking for the zillionth time that she had it right.

Stalling for the zillionth time.

She didn't want to go in there. Didn't want to see the inside of an inn, ever again. But when the Duke sent one on an errand, one didn't refuse. Still it chafed at her, being bossed about like this. Hadn't she only just put all that behind her? Wasn't she trying to build a new... name for herself?

Gwen bit her lip to keep it from trembling, took a deep breath, and passed through the door, Owlister clinging lightly to her shoulder now. Quickly, she scanned the room, looking for the innkeeper.

He was not hard to find.

"Oh, m'lady," he stammered, as she came up to him. "Are you... with the party?" His gaze flicked up to Owlister, a hint of disapproval glittering in his eyes.

"Yes. S'gwareth N'umaessa"

He blinked. "Uh... I..." Another glance at her owl, but again he said nothing of it. "Pardon?"

"Just call me Gwen."

"Of course, of course. I'll show you to your table, m'lady. The others are waiting."

The "others" consisted mostly of males. Gwen swallowed the lump in her throat as she took her seat. Even having Owlister by her side did not do much to ease her discomfort, especially when the table grew silent and one by one, every head turned in her direction.

What did they want? A speech? Some kind of password to show that she indeed belonged here?

As if she were completely oblivious to all the eyes cast upon her, Gwen placed her scroll on the table and set about tightening the laces on her boots.

Someone cleared their throat.

"Ladies first," one of the others said.

Gwen's eyebrows drew together. She hadn't wanted to "go" at all, but to go first? It felt like she'd been backed into a corner, and she didn't like that. Not at all.

Her heart stuttered and kicked into overdrive, pounding in her chest as she gave her name (which of course no one could pronounce, as if Elven names were really so difficult?) and as much of her story as she could bear to share. Turned out, she could bear very little.

"My fath-" Gwen bit the inside of her cheek. She was a daughter to no one but a name on a scrap of paper. Everything she'd known about her life was... a lie. "My master taught me in the art of woodcraft and archery, and you can rest assured he did not tolerate mistakes," she said, her words softening by the end of the sentence as she thumbed at an old scar running up the length of her inner forearm. "I think I can be a valuable asset to the party."

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19-03-2014, 02:50 AM (This post was last modified: 19-03-2014 09:43 AM by Mathilda.)
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The door of the inn opened violently. All eyes turned round to see who was making such a bold entrance. All eyes then moved downwards until they rested upon a female halfling, short even for her species but nevertheless one who had taken care to continue looking stylish even though she had to wear practical clothes. The halfling scanned the inn members sizing up each one in turn, and then seemingly appeared to consider them not worth her while.

She glanced at the bar and a frown appeared on her face as she looked at the tall bar stools. People went back to talking amongst themselves. One or two noticed a strange elongated package on her back and wondered what it could be. Some people knew to be nervous of the unknown. Others had seen her in action before and guessed what it was.

Without talking, the halfling took out a scroll and held the Duke's seal up to the barkeeper. The barkeeper nodded to a party sitting at a table and continued wiping the tankards.

The halfling walked over to the table and waited until everyone was watching her.

"My name is Milfa Saggins"

The look on her face challenged them to laugh.

"I am a ... specialist"
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19-03-2014, 08:56 AM
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Thoven exited the Duke's carriage a began dusting himself off from the travel and adjusting the rapiers and daggers sheathed on either side of his belt. After making sure everything was in proper order he slung his pack across one shoulder and bowed deeply to the carriage driver who before Thoven could straighten himself sped off! Thoven watched the carriage go down the cobbled street and around a bend with a bemused look on his face. "Guess he didn't like my stories!", he said to himself before turning towards the inn's door.

It had been a few months since Thoven had been to Righton and the Lucky Pick Inn but he remembered that the food and wine were good and more importantly he remembered the barmaid Abell! Thoven pushed open the door to the inn and entered!

Basil looked up from wiping down the mugs and upon seeing Thoven pulled the club he used to whack drunkards that got a little to boisterous and walking towards Thoven!

"You what you be doin here? I thought I told you the last time...!" Thoven cut Basil off as he was approaching to rush him out the door! "Ah, ah my good man Basil" he said as he pulled the scroll with the Duke's seal stamped upon it out! "I'm here on orders" he said with a wry smile! Basil upon seeing the scroll and seal stopped his advance."Your party be in there", he said pointing with his club to the small common room."Very good, very good" Thoven said as he rolled the scroll up and tucked it in his pack! "I couldn't help but to notice while reading the Duke's orders that the food, drink and rooms at this fine establishment are paid for" he said after slinging his bag over his shoulder again. "Aye, they be at that" Basil said as he went back to wiping down the mugs! "Well what are you waiting for good man, Two bottles of your finest wine and a plate of mutton and potatoes when they're finished but until then some bread and cheese", Thoven said with a grin as he turned and entered the common room!

Thoven enters the common room and bows before the rest of the party! "My good men and even better ladies, I am Thoven Darkeyes swordsman extraordinaire at your service!" Upon straightening you see that he is tall slender man 5'11" with jet black hair extending past his shoulders and dark brown piercing eyes. His face is handsome and he has a wry smile!

Onward, my faithful steed!
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19-03-2014, 09:40 AM
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As the party was growing, a dark slender figure emerged from a dark corner of the inn. The figure approached the unsuspecting company and, as she came into the light, everyone saw a petite, incredibly young looking she-elf with pitch black hair kept up on a high ponytail.

She pulled up a chair in a rather charmless way and sat down, crossing her arms and resting her feet on the table. Her bright green eyes shined as she inspected her future companions one by one with a cunning look.

"So, I assume you're gonna need me as well. I'm an expert treasure hunter. You name it, I locate it."

She noticed some resentful looks but went on, undeterred, with a mischievous smile.

"Name's Isia."

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19-03-2014, 11:32 AM
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Being first was unplanned, he thought; and yet, it has its advantages. To watch the entrances in turn was at least availing of some small information. Basil had been accommodating when informed of Lord Carys's wishes. A quiet table and simple food for the expected guests. The wait had not been long.

Five was a fair number. Gwen, Milfa, Thoven, Isia.
And Miruion. So far.

At no point had Lord Carys specificed the nature of the undertaking. The arrivals so far did not seem to suggest much combat. Two elven maids and a halfling, skillsets as unreadable as their expressions. But it would be unfair to make premature judgements, Miruion thought. Thoven, though - the man had a swagger, but looked to be entitled to it. A well-crafted and openly carried sword was at least more indication than whatever Milfa was carrying.

And yet I doubt they would have discerned much of me, Miruion thought, from a mere glance. The layered robes of his order were a rare sight, so far from home. And the lack of an obvious weapon often seemed even more incongruous on a lone traveller.

Would they be withholding or open, if asked about themselves? he wondered. But that can wait until we know why we are here.

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19-03-2014, 12:18 PM (This post was last modified: 19-03-2014 04:18 PM by Alex_Leonardo.)
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Alas, another shining star of talent had entered the door, this one, somewhat late.
It seemed as if he/she maybe escaped the carriage in search of something before he met at the tavern.
The mysterious hero was covered in a dirty multicolored tapestry, (That he probably stole.) and could not be identified... (I'll explain this. I didn't have the char. sheet at the time.)
"The town guards must be accepting anyone, eh?"
a bystander suddenly jestes.

The man, OR woman (under the seemed to be stolen from the nearby village) tapestry, spun around. The onlookers could only see a glimpse of what seemed to be silver hair.
The citizen, who seemed to be fine before, now looks paralyzed. He falls to the ground.
The mysterious being walks toward the five adventurers loitering at the table.
"Et tu, audaces?"
The mysterious one asks.

All of the tavern-goers stop and stare.
"Never mind!" The mysterious one shouts to the tavern-goers.

The mysterious one then takes off his coat to reveal that he/she is:

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19-03-2014, 01:08 PM (This post was last modified: 19-03-2014 05:26 PM by Alex_Leonardo.)
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The tapestry rips as it gets caught about the hero's javelin. His somewhat textured muscles bulge slightly to get it off.
The young stalky handsome man wears a dark green shirt with black pads on his shoulders. He wears the same hue for his pants.
His hair is slightly long, but not textured and shaped in the way of the infamous bieber.
A reminder he holds reads:

"Meeting point: Lucky Pick
Sliver-Highlighted-Brown-Haired Fighter Mage Noble of Ithica!
Prophet of Bethele- oh wait, nevermind."
The young man searches for the party, while carelessly dismissing the tavern goers around him.
He finds the party of five, and joins.
His almost-glowing green eyes dare not to even take a glance at the others.
His hands catch aflame (burning hands.) and he starts to play with a small, ordinary rock, scarring it flames.

"So I assume you're all here on the same occasion."
He then stops, and tries to think, contemplating the meaning of this errand.

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19-03-2014, 08:04 PM
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Groh'L thinks to himself:
"Righton... heh. I know, my Lord; at least it's not Wrongtown! It wasn't a complaint! Let us hope Goldbrand knew to choose wisely, who he hired to be part of a group that includes a Red Cleric"

Before moving away from the carriage he pulls from beneath his chain mail, & his red and black robes, a medallion made of an exquisitely wrought, fist sized, ruby set in steel, hung from his neck by a chain of thick steel links, and holds it facing the entrance to the... he squints... Lucky Pick Inn. Closes his eyes. And begins reciting the old words, words only those of his order, & the most ancient of the undead still in existence, know or remember. Words meant to beg R'holor: Lord of Light for guidance. In this instance, Groh'L simply wants to know if there is anything, or anyone, inside that domicile made of, born of, or seduced by, evil. The ruby in his hands begins to glow, the air around him to heat up. The carriage horses stamp & whiny, clearly unhappy to be close to whatever this is.
The glow ends, the air returns to normal...
Groh'L smiles "There are no agents of The Dark One in there! For that I am grateful, R'holor. Shame to paint the place in blood BEFORE I ask for my wine"

He walks into the Inn... and spots what he knows damn well is...!?!... He knows because unlike the priests of other deities, RED Clerics are not farmed from boy scouts....

To himself: "so she steals, but R'holor says she is not evil... and that I am to aid EVERY member of the group acting on the Duke's behalf. To give my life for them, if need be... MY life... for a... treasure Dodgy hunter Dodgy Dodgy Dodgy ?

Out Loud:
"Lord... grant me strength!!!!!! BARTENDER! A mug of your strongest for every person here that's got a scroll with the Duke's seal on it, if they haven't one already"

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19-03-2014, 08:22 PM (This post was last modified: 19-03-2014 08:48 PM by Alex_Leonardo.)
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Omniam takes a long amount of time to check his surroundings.

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