Modnote: This quest is out of continuity and canon. I'm running this so those who don't feel super creative can have a chance to play with the characters that they've designed (but haven't been approved) or merely want to get back into the form of roleplaying. The loot will not be indicative of the usual loot from a longstanding quest, but merely for reward
Thanks and have fun!
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There is a quiet tavern in the northern lands, tucked away in the Alogean Mountains. The barkeep is a quiet red-haired man. He looks fondly at the bottles of ale and beer and wishes life were more exciting. He runs his hands over the grain-worn bar and looks around.
Sitting near the hearth, there is an elf-like woman, taller and fiercer than most elves would be described. One hand holds a tankard of ale, weaker than she prefers. The other hand grasps a silver wood bow. She's waiting for others to answer her call to hunt the White Stag.
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Sitting at the bar is a gentleman of almost Sylvan repute. His almost aristocratic look is tempered by his sneers and obvious disdain for his environs. He's listening. On his arm, there is a squirming shadow, and the barkeep would prefer to just imagine it's not moving at all.
A little further down the bar from the sneering man and his pet shadow, a garr slammed his hand on the bar for the second time. He was almost seven feet tall, with skin like coarse granite and a face that looked like it was chiseled into its disdainful frown.
The look on Kherren's face didn't seem to alter slightly, but he turned back to the piss water that passed for drink in these mountains. After a moment of consideration he pushed the tankard away from him and folded his arms across his chest, looking around to see who was gathered in the bar.
The garr turned to Hart and arched a single eyebrow, the expression seeming magnified by the otherwise stillness of his features. He nodded at the man's slithery companion.
Kherren took the hand and gave it a firm shake, not bothering to temper his natural strength any. As far as Kherren was concerned, Hartigan would either deal with it or he was weak.
Hart gripped with what might he could, but his bones felt awfully uncomfortable under the strain. The beast's free tentacles flickered toward Kherren. It bared its teeth.
Hart - It doesn't seem to like you, but most people don't like me. What brings you to this godforsaken part of the world?
Kherren released his grip smoothly, clenching it into a fist as he rested it on his knee. He spared a withering glance at the creature before replying.
**Meanwhile during the two would-be heroes conversation, a young woman had gone completely unnoticed at the other the end of the bar, apparently there the whole time. She was wearing flowing blue mage robes, the sleeves of which were decorated with starry silver constellations of the night-sky outside. She had a drink in front of her but it went untouched, leaning too intently over a deer-skinned book, she had just very suddenly giggled out loud **
Kherren turned at the sound of giggling, so completely in contrast to the sound of kindir brooding over alcohol and the hiss of a squirming arm-beast. He fixed the girl with a stare that seemed to have no end and cleared his throat, a sound like a small rockslide.
**Celia blinked at the sound of Kherren clearing his thoat . . . Closing her book and pocketing it within her robe, she turned in the Garr's direction eyebrow arched.**
**Lucian's luck gave him this moment to stroll through the tavern doors, glancing quickly around the room before striding a little too upright to the bar, resting his hands just next to Kherren on the bar and raising a greying eyebrow at the barkeep.**
Lucian - "Pink gin, bartender, if you can manage it."
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Kote was distracted by Hart's earlier comment as he absently reached for a rosé wine and poured it in a tumbler for Lucian. The disturbance was almost edible.
**Upon tasting the drink Lucian's face remained utterly impassive, though as he set the glass down, he nodded slightly and a slight sigh escaped his nostrils. Unbuttoning his jacket, he placed himself in the stool next to Kherren and eyed the situation.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Lucian made a motion with his head toward Kherren, his eyes a bit quizzical.**
Lucian - "I certainly hope not."
Private Mod Note
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Thanks and have fun!
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There is a quiet tavern in the northern lands, tucked away in the Alogean Mountains. The barkeep is a quiet red-haired man. He looks fondly at the bottles of ale and beer and wishes life were more exciting. He runs his hands over the grain-worn bar and looks around.
Sitting near the hearth, there is an elf-like woman, taller and fiercer than most elves would be described. One hand holds a tankard of ale, weaker than she prefers. The other hand grasps a silver wood bow. She's waiting for others to answer her call to hunt the White Stag.
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Sitting at the bar is a gentleman of almost Sylvan repute. His almost aristocratic look is tempered by his sneers and obvious disdain for his environs. He's listening. On his arm, there is a squirming shadow, and the barkeep would prefer to just imagine it's not moving at all.
Hart feeds the beast a peanut.
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ
Kherren- This is not whiskey.
The barkeep turned away and started wiping down an empty tankard.
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ
Hart looked at Kherren, and he had something of a slight smile.
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ
Kherren- Alogean nuts make terrible feed.
Hart didn't even look at Kherren. The soul beast did, however. It turned toward Kherren and hissed.
Hart - Apparently, you'd be hard to eat. Hartigan.
The man offered his right (and beast free) hand toward the Garr.
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ
Kherren- Quite hard. Kherren.
Hart - It doesn't seem to like you, but most people don't like me. What brings you to this godforsaken part of the world?
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ
Kherren- Rumour of a challenging hunt. You?
Hart - Something like that... a terrible or wondrous creature wandering these mounts. I hear the prize is glory in Ash.
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ
The garr's mouth twitched ever so slightly, the barest hint of a smile.
The barkeep's mouth was a thin line at that mention.
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Lucian - "Pink gin, bartender, if you can manage it."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
The garr stressed the word in a manner that was not entirely reassuring.
The barkeeper asked the older gentleman.
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ
Lucian - "I certainly hope not."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
世界中で一人のあなたを守るよ