|
She is an attractive strawberry blonde who clearly takes some effort with her appearance. She is about 5' 7" tall. Bright blue eyes. She is in her early twenties but has the air of someone who is more experienced than you would expect of someone that age. Her hair is long enough to reach half way down her back, and is slightly wavy, at the moment it is loose but when convenient she has it in a pony-tail. She is currently dressed in the 'uniform' of the Lowland Rangers (light cavalry leathers (trousers, boots and jacket) with a short light blue linen tabard (adjusted to make it more feminine (worn under the jackets and over a loose cream blouse)) and a light blue cotton cavalry jacket (leather jacket underneath)). Her jackets are not done up and she is wearing plenty of cheap jewellery which has been chosen so as not to jangle when she moves. She has a dagger at her belt, and some of her equipment can be seen in the corner of the room and includes a rapier, a light x-bow and a satchel. Hanging by the entrance is her speckled green over-cloak and a large brimmed floppy tan leather hat (with a large feather). |
|
Deadeye is a baboon with brown fur, blue and red nasal stripes, blue eyebrows and a red rump. He's in leather armour, carrying a 1-handed axe, tomahawk and sling. He is also wearing an eyepatch and a much smaller baboon with similar colouring (although with a bluish tinge to his fur around his neck) is currently clinging to his back and screeching very loudly (as small baboons do when frightened). "My name is Deadeye and this is my brother Bluecollar. We are from the Baboon Jungles. I do not understand many of the actions of people in towns, but most seem unfriendly. I have little liking for water." |
|
Khalid, a tall, muscular looking swarthy fellow, with grey eyes and sharp features, dressed wearing robes over black plate mail leads his black horse over to the ferryman. He seems to have rather more swords than is strictly necessary. He recognises the coin as being similar to the one given to him. This baboon must be involved in this important mission. A look of slight surprise crosses his face then he shrugs. "Excuse me, good sir," he says to the ferryman in a loud booming voice. "There is no need to involve the police, I would be happy to pay for his ferry ride." Then he reaches into a pouch and hands over the money. He smiles showing gleaming white teeth and his hand comes to rest next to his sword. Assuming the matter is resolved he turns to the Baboon and introduces himself. "I am Khalid al-Azi son of Imyr Azi." He smiles. He thinks about offering his hand but decides this may not be appropriate. "I am also travelling to this Inn, shall we go together?" |
|
A tanned male human in his twenties enters the pub clutching a piece of parchment as if it were a weapon. He is dressed mostly in leathers and carries a long spear, long bow and two tomahawks. On his back is a bedroll wrapped in rope. He is wearing a grey silk scarf on his brow and has a head dress with two eagle feathers in it. He addresses the occupant(s) of the hall: "Greetings, good fellow(s), how fare you this fine eve? I am Lightning Rod of the Yukon clan of the Taurus mountains. This stirring storm is not of nature, I believe it betokens a blessing from the Air. Typhon be praised, and woe to he who would stand against the wind." |
|
The door opens wide and out of the howling gale steps a troll. She is small for her race but still of substantial stature. Closing the door behind her she scans the room while shaking off her cloak, depositing a large amount of the weather on the floor. Her gaze pauses briefly at the dwarf before moving on. Underneath her cloak she is wearing a long grey robe with a dark life rune embroidered upon it. The observant will notice that she wears some armour beneath her robes, and carries a strange artefact constructed of ebony, lead and crystal at her belt. "Fine weather for ducks, what's on the menu?", she enquires of the barkeep. She takes up a chair at a table away from the fire, and places some farming implements next to her. |
|
I'm not sure about us being future comrades yet, I for one haven't heard much about how well this pays, but I'll assume that gets sorted out. My name is Trak, but I'd be grateful if you'd keep that name to yourselves. For the moment, I'm using the name Mangenite, and I guess that'll do for the next few weeks. I'm a dwarf as you can see, but Neibelung and me parted ways a while back, and now I'm a follower of Demosthenes. I can hold my own in a fight, but what really interests me is construction and destruction. I'm something of an expert in certain arcane minerals and chemicals and I like nothing better than a nice big explosion. If you want an impregnable defensive position, I'm you're dwarf, if you've a mind to go berserking, you can do it without me [glances at Lightning Rod], and if you've got big ears, you might want to invest in some cotton wool. [smirks at Scuttlebug] I can speak Nerthan and Helionic with equal facility, so eithers fine by me. As far as magic goes, I don't use it much and I don't think what I do have will interest you much, but I would like to know who is the healer of the party. |