The party consists of:
1 Human Rogue
1 Human Wizard
1 Human Barbarian
1 Half-Elf Fighter
1 Qualinesti Druid
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The Docks of Palanthas
Palanthas, the shining jewel of the Solamnic Empire, and your new home. After diverse beginnings and a strange journey, you've all arrive at the Center for Emmigrants and Refugees at the largest port in the city.
After the large amount of tragedies besetting the land, the city of Palanthas has organized a camp for new arrivals to be inspected and then slowly allowed into the city and then beyond.
A group of Dwarven merchants have set up a "tavern tent" called the Flowing Mustache in honor of the knights in the camp who favor the long facial hairs. It's here that all of you find yourself now...
The Kind-Hearted Barbarian
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Alasya was doing what she did best - witty banter with mercenaries while proving herself with tankards of ale.
"Oy, Sunchild, tell 'im about the time you escorted those mountain dwarves," a merc said to her, gesturing to his comrades.
"Aye, ah kin talk about that. 'Tis one o' my favorites," Alasya began, leaning back while fondly remembering the journey. She began regaling the tale of mountain dwarves who had never left their homes, journeying for the first time above the ground. The story was about their awkward movement, irrational fear of the open sky, and the creatures they 'attacked'. "An' then, an' then, see, Thorbeird shouted this HUGE battle cry, an' charged at the rustlin' in the grass. Swingin' his blade, he nearly cleaves this poor kit in two, pinnin' it to the ground. 'Twas too young to catch, yet, wouldn't've even made a decent money purse, 'e was so small. Yet Thorbeird was all ready to lift up 'is sword an' slay the foul beast, as it were, when one o' the children saw what was goin' on, and picked up the kit with no fear of Thorbeird's blade, as children are wot to be, an' shouted 'Don't hurt him, papa! He's so little!' Turns out she was his daughter, and he spoil't her often since she was still so young, so now he had to go from killin' the kit to raisin' it! After the first day of doin' so, he finally turned to me and asked 'Why won't it eat?' I was puzzled, as young kits'll eat just about anything, so I asked 'im what 'e was feedin' it."
She leaned forward with a conspiratorial look, with all her listeners doing the same to hear. She smiled wickedly before she spoke again.
"Bread an' ale, 'e says. Kin you believe it? Feedin' a fox kit bread an' ale? That's not a rat, I say, it's a fox kit! You feed it milk, meat, and the like, like a dog. Since this one's so young, it'll need plenty. Seems 'e'd never had to care for a dog, either. Then we ran into the Silvanesti convoy, and I'll tell you, I had to run for cover to survive that argument. I couldn't understand 'em, but I sure learned some new words!"
The table roared with laughter, and Alasya smiled. The year she had spent being a guide had been an extremely eventful one, even as much as to give her a small reputation around some of the more well-traveled mercenaries. Sunchild, they called her, the common tongue for her name. Sunchild or Alasya, she was happy just to be among friends.
"Oy, Sunchild, tell 'im about the time you escorted those mountain dwarves," a merc said to her, gesturing to his comrades.
"Aye, ah kin talk about that. 'Tis one o' my favorites," Alasya began, leaning back while fondly remembering the journey. She began regaling the tale of mountain dwarves who had never left their homes, journeying for the first time above the ground. The story was about their awkward movement, irrational fear of the open sky, and the creatures they 'attacked'. "An' then, an' then, see, Thorbeird shouted this HUGE battle cry, an' charged at the rustlin' in the grass. Swingin' his blade, he nearly cleaves this poor kit in two, pinnin' it to the ground. 'Twas too young to catch, yet, wouldn't've even made a decent money purse, 'e was so small. Yet Thorbeird was all ready to lift up 'is sword an' slay the foul beast, as it were, when one o' the children saw what was goin' on, and picked up the kit with no fear of Thorbeird's blade, as children are wot to be, an' shouted 'Don't hurt him, papa! He's so little!' Turns out she was his daughter, and he spoil't her often since she was still so young, so now he had to go from killin' the kit to raisin' it! After the first day of doin' so, he finally turned to me and asked 'Why won't it eat?' I was puzzled, as young kits'll eat just about anything, so I asked 'im what 'e was feedin' it."
She leaned forward with a conspiratorial look, with all her listeners doing the same to hear. She smiled wickedly before she spoke again.
"Bread an' ale, 'e says. Kin you believe it? Feedin' a fox kit bread an' ale? That's not a rat, I say, it's a fox kit! You feed it milk, meat, and the like, like a dog. Since this one's so young, it'll need plenty. Seems 'e'd never had to care for a dog, either. Then we ran into the Silvanesti convoy, and I'll tell you, I had to run for cover to survive that argument. I couldn't understand 'em, but I sure learned some new words!"
The table roared with laughter, and Alasya smiled. The year she had spent being a guide had been an extremely eventful one, even as much as to give her a small reputation around some of the more well-traveled mercenaries. Sunchild, they called her, the common tongue for her name. Sunchild or Alasya, she was happy just to be among friends.
I'm planning on helping out with potions of CLW to supplement their healing needs.
It is public so you guys can look at it if you'd like
:D That's right, I'm Alasya's player. I really look forward to seeing this aspect of the game, it'll be like a book author got ahold of the gaming session transcripts and wrote them into prose. Also, removal of "Where's the Mountain Dew?" is necessary. Although we're using PbP, so that shouldn't be a problem... I hope.
Yes indeedley doodly. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to post the link to the game though.
It is public so you guys can look at it if you'd like
So then it is a play by post site rather than an online chat room. Right?
:D
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As the group goes about their activities, a discheveled looking Kender with a pudgy stomach and tattered clothing enters the tent. He seems nervous and apparently it makes his left eye twitch frequently.
He approaches the bar, and counts out 4 copper pieces and gets himself a small cup of ale. He sips the drink and looks around, his twitchy eye looking for something in the tavern.
His gaze stops on the young girl and he tries to put on a warm smile and is faintly successful. He steps over to her table, deftly avoiding the barbarian and her new friend and takes a seat next to the girl.
"Why hello there young miss! I've not seen a youngling such as you travelling through the camps before. Where's yer parents?"
Taking Alasya by the hand, Dorian guides her toward the nearest table. "Yes, I'd truly like that," he says taking a seat pulling his remaining glove off and throwing them both down on teh table.
"The Plains of Dust you say? Never been thier but they sound most intriguing. Perhaps one day I'll go visit them. I'm sorry please forgive me; Now what story would m' lady like? Something from Palanthas or a little more worldly?" he says with a coy grin.
Noticing the kender enter the bar, Dorian pulls in his purse tightly to his body. He continues with his story to Alasya, but keeps the kender under close supervision.
"Whatever you think would please me. Also, lad, ye needn't be calling me m'lady, as Ah am no noble. Alasya is my name, so please use it, if ye don't mind. Waving over a waitress, she ordered two beef stews and a pair of ales before refocusing on her new companion. She was obviously eager for something, as a near-feral expression of surpressed excitement seemed to cover her features. Appearing to ignore the kender who wandered past, she noticed more the young girl, and decided to keep an ear open in case she needed help.
Her main focus, however, was on Dorian. "Alright, minstrel. Make me laugh, cry, whatever. Just nothing dumbed down, I can follow the big words. By the way," she grinned, "If you're boring, you get to pay, aye?" It was obvious she wasn't too serious about that threat.
The little girl is surprised by the kender. But she isn't rude. She offers him a small smile and nods in return to the greeting. However she is not too trusting either. She continues eating but keeps a very discreet but wary eye on the kender, taking note of where his hands are at all times. She does say though, looking down with a sad face, My mom and dad are dead. I used to live here and was just passing by. Um if possible I would like to eat by myself thank you.
Her tone is polite and guarded.
"Alright Alasya, I shall tell you one of my favorites about the Dark Elf Celorfin Tel'ur. He was a Silvenesti elf that fell in love with a beutiful human named Andala. Thier love was forbidden, by both thier parents, yet they continued to see each other secretly" As he's talking he pulls his lute from his back, tunes it quickly then begins a ballad about the tragic love of human and elf. Stopping only to take a drink and add emphasis to certain parts of the story.
For some reason, the story just didn't click with Alasya. The whole forbidden love thing never really made sense to her. In her tribe, if a man and a woman wished to be together, they just moved into the same tent, and that was that. It may not be looked upon well, but everyone felt it wasn't their business to interfere with the choice of a lifemate.
She listened until the end, and then sat there giving Dorian a blank stare.
"Lad? Ah'm not too good with the whole 'forbidden love' concept. It was a good story, aye, but Ah just didn't get it, personally. Liked the music, though. Anyway, a deal's a deal. Now, Ah'd like to tell you a legend of my people, of how our name came to be. Ah'm not the best storyteller in my tribe, but Ah like to think Ah can do well enough. Anyway, it begins with a young boy ..."
It was an interesting legend, from the time before elves and men had mastered iron, talking of the village of Yala-tene being settled under the watch of the bronze dragon Duranix, the subsequent worship that followed, and the unfortunate wars and conflicts that surrounded the people of the Arkuden tribe, ending with a grudging respect between elves and humans, as well as the abandonment of the village. However, they had taken the tribe's name from the title of the dragon's human friend, the Arkuden.
"... and that is how my tribe began. We are few in number, now, but 'Dragon Friend', in the common tongue, is still our proud name. I hope I did not bore you."
The pair having sat nearby to him, his keen ears pick up the stories they were telling each other. Turning his head to them, he spoke, his voice carrying a measure of the melodious quality that elves are known for.
"Forbidden love can be a dangerous thing. I am testament to that." He said, with sadness in his tone. "But you story was most excellent. Are you perhaps a bard?" He asked the young man.
"I am Darius, Darius Falconwing." He continued, by way of introduction.
The Kender seems a bit wounded at the curt dismissal and he says sadly, "Aye, yer right miss. You should be eating alone, since who'd want a scruffy, hungry, and lonely Kender hanging around. I've not had a bite of food in days, and nary a peep of good conversation. You seemed like a kind one miss, but I suppose the world is harsher now then when I was a lad. My condolences on your loss." He gets up from the chair and shuffles slowly around the young girl with his hands fidgeting constantly.
Darius, his ears ever sharp, heard the short conversation between the equally short pair. "Here now little one, she didn't mean offense. Parentage can be a touchy subject for some of us." He told the Kender, his voice placating. Gesturing in a welcoming manner, he spoke to the Kender again. "Come on. Sit with me, have a bite to eat. Just try and keep your hands to yourself, alright?" He asked, a warm, harmless smile crossing his handsome features.
Gesturing to one of the barstaff, he held out a silver piece to offer. "A hot meal for the Kender, and another ale for me." He said, draining his mug as she turned away to comply.
"Come, sit. I know what is like to be turned away from, regardless of the reason."
Azalia listens in on the bard's story, and a far-off look reaches her face as she stares blankly into some distance unknown to the others. Her eyes tear up, and she looks down at her food, pushing it away, having lost her appetite. "Sometimes love is forbidden for a reason." she says not looking up, but loud enough for the group to hear and know it was directed to them.
She notices the situation with the kender, and takes her pack off of her back to hold it in front of her in her lap. She didn't think him a thief, but he was a kender after all. She didn't want any of her things to be borrowed.
Turning to Darius, Dorian replies; "I am but a minstrel of Palanthas; skilled in song and lore yes, but a bard no." Looking away in the distance he continues; "I have read about the bards of old and the abilities they wielded. But they dissapeared after the Cataclysum along with the priests perhaps one day the Gods will return and bless me and I can truly earn the title.... Bard."
One of the Dwarves, a fat swarthy fellow passes by and catches a bit of Dorian's observation, and smacks him upside the head (gently), "Are ye daft boy? The Gods done returned, not a fortnight ago. Course, not ev'ryone has gained their favor. Me cousin Neelan says that thar's a mountain where the Gods hand out gift at the peak, may be worth your while." The Dwarf then laughs as if he's told an amazing joke and moves along, helping with the cleaning of the ramshackle tables.
Alasya couldn't help but laugh along with the dwarf, if only for the antics he performed followed by his smooth recovery back into his work. It started with her covering her mouth, but she couldn't hold it in. Of course, the ale always helped one laugh at times like this. "The gods givin' out gifts at a mountain peak, ye say? Well, then, Dorian, p'rhaps ye can start prayin' for that title again. As for me, Ah'd probably just wish for a little sister to teach my trade to. Heh, always wanted one for some reason."
Her eyes seemed to look into the distance for a moment, before her jovial expression refocused on Dorian, and she said, "Ah, but who wants to hear 'bout that, eh? Ye'd probably have more interest in givin' me a daughter than in gettin' me a little sister." Obviously teasing, Alasya nevertheless gave Dorian a coy look.
The Kender, looking incredibly nervous for some reason says to the Half-Elf, "Oh no sir, please don't bother yourself. The young lady is right to mistrust me. Everyone else does. I'll be seeing you!" He then darts towards the door with unusual quickness for someone so pudgy, his pockets jingle with the sound of steel clinking together that wasn't there before.
The little girl immediately notices something unusual. She looks down at her backpack whose flap is open. Then she yells, Hey somebody stop him! He stole my coin purse!
She immediately runs after the kender.
Most of the people in the bar ignore the girl's pleas and some even mumble about how she shouldn't even be in the tavern.
It'll be up to her and anybody she enlists to help her.
Moving rapidly, Darius virtually leaps at the Kender, hands outstretched to grab him. "Here now, come back with that!" He cried, trying to stop the small man.
Interrupted from her flirtatious teasing, Alasya jumps up in a mass of fury and dashes after the kender, attempting a flying tackle to bring him down. She realizes what she's doing about mid-jump, after getting a little bit of her mind back following the initial kick of adrenaline.
"Toryaaaaah!"
She plowed into the kender and sent them sliding, pining his arms to his sides so he can't move (saving a miraculous dodge).
The Kender dextrous as his kind are slips right between the arms of the Half-Elf and confident in his victory dashes forward concentrating only on running...and crashes headlong into the arms of the lady-barbarian. "Oh no! Please lemme go! I meant no harm, I swear I can make good on the steel...PLEEEAASE!"
He struggles against the strong woman to no affect and his hands continue fidgeting.
Azalia, obviously not as quick as the group, sends a "signal" to her large friend outside the doorway. Stand guard. Something is happening...
She walks up to the kender, now taken care of by the woman's brute strength, and raises an inquisitive eyebrow. She smiles slightly and nods to each one in the group, not having made their acquaintance. The kender's intentions were her real concern. Was it their customary "borrowing"? Or, were there other things at work here?
"You! Girl! Take back your purse!" While she believed the kender, she wasn't about to let go until the dispute was solved. In her enraged state, being single-minded was her only method of keeping herself from breaking the kender.
She glared at the kender, staring into his eyes with a primal fire burning in hers.
The Kender whimpers as the strong woman keeps a hold on him and instead of fighting or arguing he simply sniffles a bit and begins weeping softly. He seems defeated, unhappy, and surprisingly, he seems scared.
The little girl is thankful for the others help. She makes a mental note to keep her belt pouch deeper into her backpack as possible. Of course she is angry with the customers and the kender but otherwise she is used to it. But as she takes her belt pouch back she seems a little touched by the kender's sorrow. Thinking for a second and counting how much she has in her belt pouch to make sure everything is there she says, Thank you., to those who helped her. Then returns to her seat.
The purse returned, Alasya then stood up and released the kender, unceremoniously dropping him to the ground. She then stepped back and seemed to force herself into a calm, breathing heavily. "Ah'm glad that is over... hope I didn't hurt ye, little one," she said to the kender, "just, sometimes Ah act before Ah know what Ah'm doin'. Ye'd best get along now before anyone else notices a missin' purse."
As she turned to return to her seat, she checked her own purse and sighed with relief upon finding it as full as she had left it earlier. Upon reaching her table, she noticed her proximity to the young girl who had been robbed. Walking over to Jhessail's table, Alasya smiled, still winded, and said, "You're welcome, little sister. Ask again any time." If she wasn't wanted, she'd return to her own table without any hard feelings.
The Kender slips from the barbarian's grasp and as he exits the tent he mumbles to himself incoherently and a hint of steel, like that of a dagger, is glimpsed before he vanishes out onto the busy street....
He approaches the bar, and counts out 4 copper pieces and gets himself a small cup of ale. He sips the drink and looks around, his twitchy eye looking for something in the tavern.
His gaze stops on the young girl and he tries to put on a warm smile and is faintly successful. He steps over to her table, deftly avoiding the barbarian and her new friend and takes a seat next to the girl.
"Why hello there young miss! I've not seen a youngling such as you travelling through the camps before. Where's yer parents?"
Taking Alasya by the hand, Dorian guides her toward the nearest table. "Yes, I'd truly like that," he says taking a seat pulling his remaining glove off and throwing them both down on teh table.
"The Plains of Dust you say? Never been thier but they sound most intriguing. Perhaps one day I'll go visit them. I'm sorry please forgive me; Now what story would m' lady like? Something from Palanthas or a little more worldly?" he says with a coy grin.
Noticing the kender enter the bar, Dorian pulls in his purse tightly to his body. He continues with his story to Alasya, but keeps the kender under close supervision.
"Whatever you think would please me. Also, lad, ye needn't be calling me m'lady, as Ah am no noble. Alasya is my name, so please use it, if ye don't mind. Waving over a waitress, she ordered two beef stews and a pair of ales before refocusing on her new companion. She was obviously eager for something, as a near-feral expression of surpressed excitement seemed to cover her features. Appearing to ignore the kender who wandered past, she noticed more the young girl, and decided to keep an ear open in case she needed help.
Her main focus, however, was on Dorian. "Alright, minstrel. Make me laugh, cry, whatever. Just nothing dumbed down, I can follow the big words. By the way," she grinned, "If you're boring, you get to pay, aye?" It was obvious she wasn't too serious about that threat.
The little girl is surprised by the kender. But she isn't rude. She offers him a small smile and nods in return to the greeting. However she is not too trusting either. She continues eating but keeps a very discreet but wary eye on the kender, taking note of where his hands are at all times. She does say though, looking down with a sad face, My mom and dad are dead. I used to live here and was just passing by. Um if possible I would like to eat by myself thank you.
Her tone is polite and guarded.
"Alright Alasya, I shall tell you one of my favorites about the Dark Elf Celorfin Tel'ur. He was a Silvenesti elf that fell in love with a beutiful human named Andala. Thier love was forbidden, by both thier parents, yet they continued to see each other secretly" As he's talking he pulls his lute from his back, tunes it quickly then begins a ballad about the tragic love of human and elf. Stopping only to take a drink and add emphasis to certain parts of the story.
For some reason, the story just didn't click with Alasya. The whole forbidden love thing never really made sense to her. In her tribe, if a man and a woman wished to be together, they just moved into the same tent, and that was that. It may not be looked upon well, but everyone felt it wasn't their business to interfere with the choice of a lifemate.
She listened until the end, and then sat there giving Dorian a blank stare.
"Lad? Ah'm not too good with the whole 'forbidden love' concept. It was a good story, aye, but Ah just didn't get it, personally. Liked the music, though. Anyway, a deal's a deal. Now, Ah'd like to tell you a legend of my people, of how our name came to be. Ah'm not the best storyteller in my tribe, but Ah like to think Ah can do well enough. Anyway, it begins with a young boy ..."
It was an interesting legend, from the time before elves and men had mastered iron, talking of the village of Yala-tene being settled under the watch of the bronze dragon Duranix, the subsequent worship that followed, and the unfortunate wars and conflicts that surrounded the people of the Arkuden tribe, ending with a grudging respect between elves and humans, as well as the abandonment of the village. However, they had taken the tribe's name from the title of the dragon's human friend, the Arkuden.
"... and that is how my tribe began. We are few in number, now, but 'Dragon Friend', in the common tongue, is still our proud name. I hope I did not bore you."
The pair having sat nearby to him, his keen ears pick up the stories they were telling each other. Turning his head to them, he spoke, his voice carrying a measure of the melodious quality that elves are known for.
"Forbidden love can be a dangerous thing. I am testament to that." He said, with sadness in his tone. "But you story was most excellent. Are you perhaps a bard?" He asked the young man.
"I am Darius, Darius Falconwing." He continued, by way of introduction.
The Kender seems a bit wounded at the curt dismissal and he says sadly, "Aye, yer right miss. You should be eating alone, since who'd want a scruffy, hungry, and lonely Kender hanging around. I've not had a bite of food in days, and nary a peep of good conversation. You seemed like a kind one miss, but I suppose the world is harsher now then when I was a lad. My condolences on your loss." He gets up from the chair and shuffles slowly around the young girl with his hands fidgeting constantly.
Darius, his ears ever sharp, heard the short conversation between the equally short pair. "Here now little one, she didn't mean offense. Parentage can be a touchy subject for some of us." He told the Kender, his voice placating. Gesturing in a welcoming manner, he spoke to the Kender again. "Come on. Sit with me, have a bite to eat. Just try and keep your hands to yourself, alright?" He asked, a warm, harmless smile crossing his handsome features.
Gesturing to one of the barstaff, he held out a silver piece to offer. "A hot meal for the Kender, and another ale for me." He said, draining his mug as she turned away to comply.
"Come, sit. I know what is like to be turned away from, regardless of the reason."
Azalia listens in on the bard's story, and a far-off look reaches her face as she stares blankly into some distance unknown to the others. Her eyes tear up, and she looks down at her food, pushing it away, having lost her appetite. "Sometimes love is forbidden for a reason." she says not looking up, but loud enough for the group to hear and know it was directed to them.
She notices the situation with the kender, and takes her pack off of her back to hold it in front of her in her lap. She didn't think him a thief, but he was a kender after all. She didn't want any of her things to be borrowed.
Turning to Darius, Dorian replies; "I am but a minstrel of Palanthas; skilled in song and lore yes, but a bard no." Looking away in the distance he continues; "I have read about the bards of old and the abilities they wielded. But they dissapeared after the Cataclysum along with the priests perhaps one day the Gods will return and bless me and I can truly earn the title.... Bard."
One of the Dwarves, a fat swarthy fellow passes by and catches a bit of Dorian's observation, and smacks him upside the head (gently), "Are ye daft boy? The Gods done returned, not a fortnight ago. Course, not ev'ryone has gained their favor. Me cousin Neelan says that thar's a mountain where the Gods hand out gift at the peak, may be worth your while." The Dwarf then laughs as if he's told an amazing joke and moves along, helping with the cleaning of the ramshackle tables.
Alasya couldn't help but laugh along with the dwarf, if only for the antics he performed followed by his smooth recovery back into his work. It started with her covering her mouth, but she couldn't hold it in. Of course, the ale always helped one laugh at times like this. "The gods givin' out gifts at a mountain peak, ye say? Well, then, Dorian, p'rhaps ye can start prayin' for that title again. As for me, Ah'd probably just wish for a little sister to teach my trade to. Heh, always wanted one for some reason."
Her eyes seemed to look into the distance for a moment, before her jovial expression refocused on Dorian, and she said, "Ah, but who wants to hear 'bout that, eh? Ye'd probably have more interest in givin' me a daughter than in gettin' me a little sister." Obviously teasing, Alasya nevertheless gave Dorian a coy look.
The Kender, looking incredibly nervous for some reason says to the Half-Elf, "Oh no sir, please don't bother yourself. The young lady is right to mistrust me. Everyone else does. I'll be seeing you!" He then darts towards the door with unusual quickness for someone so pudgy, his pockets jingle with the sound of steel clinking together that wasn't there before.
The little girl immediately notices something unusual. She looks down at her backpack whose flap is open. Then she yells, Hey somebody stop him! He stole my coin purse!
She immediately runs after the kender.
Most of the people in the bar ignore the girl's pleas and some even mumble about how she shouldn't even be in the tavern.
It'll be up to her and anybody she enlists to help her.
Moving rapidly, Darius virtually leaps at the Kender, hands outstretched to grab him. "Here now, come back with that!" He cried, trying to stop the small man.
Interrupted from her flirtatious teasing, Alasya jumps up in a mass of fury and dashes after the kender, attempting a flying tackle to bring him down. She realizes what she's doing about mid-jump, after getting a little bit of her mind back following the initial kick of adrenaline.
"Toryaaaaah!"
She plowed into the kender and sent them sliding, pining his arms to his sides so he can't move (saving a miraculous dodge).
The Kender dextrous as his kind are slips right between the arms of the Half-Elf and confident in his victory dashes forward concentrating only on running...and crashes headlong into the arms of the lady-barbarian. "Oh no! Please lemme go! I meant no harm, I swear I can make good on the steel...PLEEEAASE!"
He struggles against the strong woman to no affect and his hands continue fidgeting.
Azalia, obviously not as quick as the group, sends a "signal" to her large friend outside the doorway. Stand guard. Something is happening...
She walks up to the kender, now taken care of by the woman's brute strength, and raises an inquisitive eyebrow. She smiles slightly and nods to each one in the group, not having made their acquaintance. The kender's intentions were her real concern. Was it their customary "borrowing"? Or, were there other things at work here?
"You! Girl! Take back your purse!" While she believed the kender, she wasn't about to let go until the dispute was solved. In her enraged state, being single-minded was her only method of keeping herself from breaking the kender.
She glared at the kender, staring into his eyes with a primal fire burning in hers.
The Kender whimpers as the strong woman keeps a hold on him and instead of fighting or arguing he simply sniffles a bit and begins weeping softly. He seems defeated, unhappy, and surprisingly, he seems scared.
The little girl is thankful for the others help. She makes a mental note to keep her belt pouch deeper into her backpack as possible. Of course she is angry with the customers and the kender but otherwise she is used to it. But as she takes her belt pouch back she seems a little touched by the kender's sorrow. Thinking for a second and counting how much she has in her belt pouch to make sure everything is there she says, Thank you., to those who helped her. Then returns to her seat.
The purse returned, Alasya then stood up and released the kender, unceremoniously dropping him to the ground. She then stepped back and seemed to force herself into a calm, breathing heavily. "Ah'm glad that is over... hope I didn't hurt ye, little one," she said to the kender, "just, sometimes Ah act before Ah know what Ah'm doin'. Ye'd best get along now before anyone else notices a missin' purse."
As she turned to return to her seat, she checked her own purse and sighed with relief upon finding it as full as she had left it earlier. Upon reaching her table, she noticed her proximity to the young girl who had been robbed. Walking over to Jhessail's table, Alasya smiled, still winded, and said, "You're welcome, little sister. Ask again any time." If she wasn't wanted, she'd return to her own table without any hard feelings.
The Kender slips from the barbarian's grasp and as he exits the tent he mumbles to himself incoherently and a hint of steel, like that of a dagger, is glimpsed before he vanishes out onto the busy street....
Lemme find it... aha!
It's the second spoken line, it totally made my day when I thought of it. I seriously never expected to see my character act like that, and yet... she took a life of her own.
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Smiling, Alasya accepted the hand, gripped hard, and shook once vigorously. "Ah, ye'd be a minstrel, then, aye? Storytellers are always welcome to sit with me." She turned to her former audience, and said, with a wink, "It was fun chattin' with ye, lads. Ah'm gonna go charm myself into a legend." Laughing with the rest of the mercenaries, she slid her left arm over Dorian's shoulder and started to lead him to a less conspicuous corner of the tavern.
"My name is Alasya of the Arkuden tribe, down in the Plains of Dust. And you, mah dear Dorian, have just found yourself a friend. I'll tell you wot. You swap some good stories with me, and I'll buy you a meal. Aye?"
"My name is Alasya of the Arkuden tribe, down in the Plains of Dust. And you, mah dear Dorian, have just found yourself a friend. I'll tell you wot. You swap some good stories with me, and I'll buy you a meal. Aye?"
That's a link to the thread where the game is happening. You can read everything from start to finish except for private lines embedded in certain posts.
Feel free to ask questions about what's going on, or even apply to join since our Wizard skipped out on us.