Welcome! Standard Sep DM rules apply (I reserve right to mod you along, will rarely do so, will reward meta-gaming with an intimate night with a male troll, basic stuff :p). Let us see how we handle the Perils of Rasharaf
It had been quiet a trip, some danger had shown themselves along the way, and some friendships been made as well, all because of a strange series of messages asking for a meeting at the Inn of Waymeet, nothing else was said other than to gather at the red table.
Now after a long travel you find yourself in front of an Inn in the Middle of, well, Nowhere whose sign is clearly etched as Waymeet.
The road is heavily traveled and while there nothing for a good fifteen miles on either direction this is perhaps the only trade route currently open and as such carries the most traffic of the season.
Better get inside soon, a few caravans are sure to arrive any minute now and lodging may become scarce if not acted upon quickly.
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lol this finally begins and I'm visiting my parents and only have an iPod touch!
Sabic follows the pair into the inn, stonefaced and alert. He silently inspects his surroundings before joining his mates, unaffected by the earger outburst of Tyr.
OOC: It's ok Pseudo i'll be taking a slow pace to this since Valentine's day and all that
IC: The Barkeep looks over at Tyr and grins "Ale unless you have the coin to buy Dwarven Mead, although i do have a keg or two of Gnome Fizzlepuff but unless you got the dwarven resilience to not die of poisoning i dont recommend it".
Looking around Alkalia cannot readily spot any table that's actually red, she does spot a few empty tables but whether or not they are the actual tables she is looking for she can't be sure, perhaps asking the Barkeep may yield better results.
Sabic notices nothing strange, that does not mean he does not spot danger, several patrons carry steel and few of those patrons look inexperienced in their use, not an uncommon sight since this is the only open trade route but the ever present sense of danger nags at his sensibilities.
OOC2: If at any point i use a color you can't see please let me know im using the tears in a river skin so sometimes some colors may not show well in your skins.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Shilana entered the inn a little behind Sabic, her face as always shrouded in the shadows of her cloak's hood. This was not so much because she did not wish to reveal her identity, but because the cloak was a mark of her allegiance to the order she was a member of, or perhaps you could better say: had been a member of. Anyone who knew her personally though, would know that behind this dark facade lay a kind personality, but also that she was a true menace if you stood on the wrong side in battle.
Silently, she walked to Alkalia's side, smiling from under her hood. She had met Alkalia about a month ago on her travels, and they had become friends since then.
When Shilana had reached her friend's side, she spoke, her words audible only for Alkalia "Shall I get us a drink?"
ooc: Sep, Dalkon and I had the idea of a somewhat longer friendship between our characters, if that's good with you?
"Okay, lets both go, I want to find out where this alleged Red Table happens to be." Alkalia communicates to Shilana without speaking a word, while turning to face Shilana with a smile also on her face, her contenance a great deal more visible and also incredibly beautiful. She wore what were obviously the vestments of her occupation, but they were vestments that were designed specially for the purpose of traveling great distances, unlike those you would find worn by the Temple Priests as Alkalia was first and foremost a traveling Priest of her God.
"Alright then... one Ale coming up" the Barkeep says as he fills up a tankard of questionable cleanliness and passes him a brew murky and dense "Dwarven brew, but distilled to not knock you out in one go, got a good deal from a dwarven merchant that passed by not to long ago, he hated having to distill it but when he heard i would buy in by bulk and full price he seemed not to sad to sell them and more" he says with a wink.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
As Tyr downs the tankard he feels like a mule kicked him in the head, rocking the brain hard but not enough to leave him unconscious, just a little wobbly, the sensation passes after a moment, leaving a burning sensation in his gut, like he had just downed an entire pint of firewater, that sensation also passes after a moment as he feels the alcohol work its magic, it seems the Dwarven Merchant distilled it in Dwarven Fashion, which is to say he took it down from deadly to just plain brutal.
OOC: Moral of the story kids? think of Dwarves as the next logical evolution of an Irish and dont take anything they drink, distilled or not!
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
"Got quite the kick so I'm told, I don't drink myself since you have to be keen about yer purse in these times but i always hear my patrons enjoy it and ask for more, want a refill?" the Barkeep asks casually his grin and the twinkle in his eyes though seem oddly mischievous as if he is indulging in a joke Tyr has no knowledge about.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Alkalia notices Tyr's sudden uneasiness and rushes over to him in rapidly growing concern. As she reaches him she is pulling some herbs out of the pouch at her belt and she says to Tyr in very clear common but also very quiet common, "Are you alright, you look like you were just hit by an Orcish Maul."
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"Nothing Miss, on me honor, he is just apparently not much of a drinker, he had one tankard of the Ale here and he just well you see how he got, mayhaps sitting down will help him some, here see the table there? be nice and comfy and its near the window in case he needs to retch some" the Barkeep says casually as he points to a table nearby the window on the western wall.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
As the events following Tyr's guzzling unfold before him, Sabic grins wryly as he watches. Allthough not entirely careless, Sabic continues his vigil, watching to ensure no strangers attempt to take advantage of Tyr's stupor.
"Aye I can be doing that, it be complimentary after a few ales but since he apparently can't handle more i suppose we can bring it out sooner" the barkeep says as he takes out a jar filled with pickled eggs, pickles and something undescribable, he then takes out another Jar of reddish powder and begins to grin wickedly "I be lying if i said i don't love making this one"
OOC: Will introduce the gut wrencher once i get ye all sitted
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Oreo, Glazing people better than Dunkin' Donuts since 2009
That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
meanwhile Alkalia telepathically looks over to Sabic and says "I could use a hand moving him to a more appropriate location. And I think you are the most suited to the task."
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
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It had been quiet a trip, some danger had shown themselves along the way, and some friendships been made as well, all because of a strange series of messages asking for a meeting at the Inn of Waymeet, nothing else was said other than to gather at the red table.
Now after a long travel you find yourself in front of an Inn in the Middle of, well, Nowhere whose sign is clearly etched as Waymeet.
The road is heavily traveled and while there nothing for a good fifteen miles on either direction this is perhaps the only trade route currently open and as such carries the most traffic of the season.
Better get inside soon, a few caravans are sure to arrive any minute now and lodging may become scarce if not acted upon quickly.
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lol this finally begins and I'm visiting my parents and only have an iPod touch!
Sabic follows the pair into the inn, stonefaced and alert. He silently inspects his surroundings before joining his mates, unaffected by the earger outburst of Tyr.
How you should approach every game of Magic.
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IC: The Barkeep looks over at Tyr and grins "Ale unless you have the coin to buy Dwarven Mead, although i do have a keg or two of Gnome Fizzlepuff but unless you got the dwarven resilience to not die of poisoning i dont recommend it".
Looking around Alkalia cannot readily spot any table that's actually red, she does spot a few empty tables but whether or not they are the actual tables she is looking for she can't be sure, perhaps asking the Barkeep may yield better results.
Sabic notices nothing strange, that does not mean he does not spot danger, several patrons carry steel and few of those patrons look inexperienced in their use, not an uncommon sight since this is the only open trade route but the ever present sense of danger nags at his sensibilities.
OOC2: If at any point i use a color you can't see please let me know im using the tears in a river skin so sometimes some colors may not show well in your skins.
Silently, she walked to Alkalia's side, smiling from under her hood. She had met Alkalia about a month ago on her travels, and they had become friends since then.
When Shilana had reached her friend's side, she spoke, her words audible only for Alkalia "Shall I get us a drink?"
ooc: Sep, Dalkon and I had the idea of a somewhat longer friendship between our characters, if that's good with you?
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
OOC: Moral of the story kids? think of Dwarves as the next logical evolution of an Irish and dont take anything they drink, distilled or not!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
How you should approach every game of Magic.
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My Flawless Score MCC Card | My Other One | # Three!
OOC: Will introduce the gut wrencher once i get ye all sitted
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!