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Post by Randall Grim on Sept 23, 2021 22:15:17 GMT
Randall sights slowly and answers promptly: “it’s seems to be your lucky day then as I’m not in the mood for a pointless bargain and neither have the will to carry this useless crate around. You got a deal sir” and knowing he’s selling the crate for a low price he stretched his arm waiting for a handshake.
Once the payments is done Randall will proceed straight to the in, where he intends to further study the mysterious necromancer’s orb with all the diligence and caution necessary.
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Oct 7, 2021 18:23:38 GMT
Heide,Wakathas Endrith smiles as she takes the coin and gem from Heide and places it into a pouch on his belt. "Well, it has been a pleasure also and thank you very much for helping me reduce the clutter, even if it was by a little. I look forward to your return. Oh, and please do let me know anything special you find in the tome. Until next time!" Endrith begins to wave you both out of his shop as you exit into the sunny streets of Red Larch.
Walking back through the wide street of Red Larch together and conversing the morals of judicial justice that Heide follows, it is not long before you both find yourself at the Swinging Sword Inn where Kaylessa greets you with her cheery smile. "You lot's the talk of the town today from what I'm hearing. I'd love to hear everything about what happened down there. There's also people talking about a murder that happened down there, but the Constable wants to keep the body down there for now so he can investigate. Oh, and that poor young lad, Braelen. Is it true it was his father that put him there? What a terrible nobody he is. Oh, what about.." She stops herself as she goes to take a sharp intake of breath, giving you the impression she's been waiting for a return from you all so she can gather as much as she can, but she stops as she looks between your expressions. "Oh, pish posh to me and my curiosity. Lookimg to fill your bellies after a hard days work?" She asks with a bigger smile and takes orders for a salted meat stew and tankard of ale each. "First drink and the meal is on the house for all your efforts." She winks before gesturing to the dining room where you go with freshly poured ale and sit to await the stew. It is not long before Randall, tankard of ale in hand, enters the dining room at the guidance of Kaylessa who promises him a warm stew as she ushers him towards your table.
Randall Eldras scoffs through his nose while he reaches out to seal the deal with a handshake. "Thanks for the metal. You being by any you don't be needing anytime. The wife will sort you your gold." He shakes firmly before turning his head to the strapping teenagers who continue to hammer away at heated metal towards the back of the forge. "Bjorn, Geldra. Fetch this man's crate from out front. I'm not sure he could drag it the rest of the way." Eldras chortles as his children walk past you and retrieve your crate. You find Eldras' wife who deals you your fifty gold pieces in a small pouch and hands it to you before shooing you out of the forge to allow her family to continue their craft in peace.
With your tasks for the day finished, you head straight to the Swinging Sword Inn where Kaylessa greets you with a large smile. "Oh, another one! Two others I nourishment group recently arrived. Sitting in the dining room and awaiting a nice free bowl of salted meat stew, courtesy of Kaylessa. Why don't you go and join them and I'll have yours brought in shortly. Oh, but don't forget your ale too." She chirps as she fetches tankard and pours a foaming ale. Placing it into your hands, she walks from behind the bar and guides you towards the dining room where you see Heide and Wakathas sitting and enjoying the first few sips of their own drinks.
Heide,Randall,Wakathas As Kaylessa leaves Randall, it is not even five minutes before she returns with three large bowls filled to the brim with stew. A small loaf chunk of bread sits beside the bowls also that look semi-fresh. Sliding the bowl onto the table, she simply bows lightly before leaving you all to enjoy your meals in peace.
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Post by Wakathas on Oct 7, 2021 22:19:07 GMT
"If y'all excuse me, I'll take to bed early. Us birds don't do well underground." Wakathas says as he made his way toward his room, not waiting for a reply.
Closing the door behind him, he takes out the dagger he obtained from earlier, and begins to determine if it has any magical property before heading straight to bed, not bothering to change.
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Post by Heide Many-Sheaf on Oct 8, 2021 0:34:16 GMT
Heide nods along to Kaylessa's rambling, politely and rather wearily. But the notion of a gratis pint and stew perks her up for just a bit longer. She tucks into the repast eagerly, saying little to her adventuring companions as she does.
With the tankard and bowl both empty, she bids good day to Randall and Waka. "I think I'm due for a nap. Might try out the whetstone I got, might just prop my feet up and do some thinking." She shrugs. "At any rate, I think I'm done for the day as well. I'll see you in the morning, and I guess we'll find Rix when we find him."
She pushes away from the table and retires to her room, eager to get out of her armor and into a comfy bed.
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Post by Randall Grim on Oct 8, 2021 21:31:12 GMT
Randall nods to Kaylessa trying to apear friendly and polite, but achieving nothing more than clumsiness and promptly enjoy the meal and the ale with his fellow adventurers.
Once he finishes, and seeing the other are ready to go to their rooms, he also excuses himself “Most certainly it was a busy day for all, If you all excuse me I will also leave to my chamber”.
After arriving to his room he will close the door behind him, and proceed to check the orb with ultimate careful, resorting to magic to avoid direct touch when possible, in order to discover what’s behind such misteriosa object.
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Oct 10, 2021 3:55:36 GMT
Heide,Randall,Wakathas Sitting and enjoying each others silent company over a bowl of salted meat stew and a tankard of frothy ale, you realise how hard the days events have hit you as your eyes slowly begin to lull. After bowls and tankards are empty, one by one, you all take a stand form the table and make your way towards rooms at the Swinging Sword Inn.
It is only as you get to the doors that you realise that a payment is normally required to stay at the inn, so you head back down to Kaylessa who cheerfully smiles once again. "Oh, forget that. I honestly do not mind allowing you stay another night for free. Heroes of Red Larch, staying at my inn!" She smiles to herself before giving you each a room key. "Just call down if you require any more food or drink." She waves you off up the stairs before attending to some duties that an innkeeper would have.
Wakathas Once you close the door to your free lodgings for the night, you settle yourself down and sit at the desk, retrieving the dagger you had found in the tomb under Red Larch. You turn it over in your hand, examining the blade, and notice the grip is night-blue coloured leather, and star motifs have been printed into the edge of the blade. The actual blade is also coated in dried blood from some poor victim, but with a wave of your hand and use of presdigitation you easily clean the blade. You also notice a name etched into the pommel: Rezsur The name means nothing to you, but curious if this dagger holds any magical properties, you begin to focus on the weapon in your hands, attending yourself to the arcaic strands that may be there.
After an hour of focusing, small details begin to float in your mind about the dagger. You understand that this dagger has the ability of dealing a little bit of extra damage with each attack due to a superior sharpness. The more important part is when the weilder of the blade speaks the name on the pommel aloud, the blade will begin to give off a glow that sheds light in a 10-foot radius until the name is spoken again by the wielder (+1 dagger).
Interested by the items magic, you tuck it away safely into your jacket before releasing a large yawn that sends a shiver through you, causing a few of your feathers to clink against each other softly. With no more thought put into anything else, your eyes catch the sight of the bed and you make your way over, tucking yourself in but refusing to change out of your clothes. It is not long before sleep finally takes ahold of you.
Randall Following in the footsteps of Heide and Wakathas, you retire to your room for the day with the thought of the mysterious orb and the image it projected in Lance Rock still hanging in your mind. With the door finally closed, you whip off your cloak that acts as your disguise to many, and retrieve your backpack, where the orb rests at the bottom. Tossing everything out of your backpack into a pile at the end of the bed, you wrap your hands in the cloak and reach into the bag to retrieve the translucent orb.
You sit at the pillow end of the bed with your legs crossed, and the cloak resting in the fold of your legs, the translucent orb sitting still in the middle. With your hand sunderr the cloak, you try to focus on the magical strands that burst from the orb, but with the cloak in-between, you find you are unable to focus properly. After a bit of deliberation against the idea, you realise the curiosity of knowledge overpowers your thoughts and ideas and you place both hands onto the orb, now being able to feel the strands.
After an hour of silent, motionless focus on the orb, details start appearing in your mind about the orb. When within 60-feet of the orb, you are able to speak a command word and cause it to emanate a light from within, or a light as bright as the daylight sun, until you speak the command word again and cause it to cease. There is another command word that will cause the item to float no more than 5-feet off the ground. While it floats in this way, it will remain in place until you belong to move out of a 60-foot range, whee it will then drift slowly until it is in range with you once more (Driftglobe).
With the new knowledge of what this magical orb does, there are still questions floating in your mind about the origin of the orb and the symbol that hung in the air above it back in Lance Rock. You try to put these questions away from your mind while you pack your belongings away into your backpack before finally retiring your eyes and mind for the day.
Rix Leaving the rest of your companions to their business for the day, you choose to exit the village on the western path and return back to the field that had a view of Red Larch and the surrounding hills, under the tree that you had rested at the previous evening. Looking about the scenery, you can feel the heat of the sun blazing down on you through the branches of the tree, and while looking out towards the eastern hills, you spot a looming cloud of pure black that sits above the hills. Even though the cloud is miles away from you, you can just about make out the spattering of raindrops falling from it and towards the ground.
After refreshing yourself with some rations from your backpack, you begin to mess around with the grass around you by manipulating it into intricate patterns, before causing dirt to rise from the ground and form different shapes before falling back into the earth. Impressed by your own magical workings, you begin to enter a meditative state for a while with your hands planted firmly into the grass, feeling your connection to the surrounding nature grow.
After a while, you open your eyes and are surprised to see the sky has shifted to evening and your view of the scenery unable to be seen in the darkness of the near-night. Lanterns glow down below in the streets of Red Larch, and the glow coming from inside buildings can be seen emanating out of the front windows. With a yawn surprising you, you have a little stretch after sitting still for what feels like half a day before resting your back and head against the thick trunk of the tree you sit next to, closing your eyes and allowing sleep to take hold of you for the night.
Heide Getting up the stairs and finding your own room, you close the door behind and breathe a sigh of relief as the time to take off armour draws ever so close. Within a few minutes, you successfully manage to remove all of your armour pieces and place them neatly on the chair in the corner of the room. You then grab your blade and give a few practice swings without your armour before running your eyes over the blade and spotting a few places along the edge where the blade is dull. Retrieving your newly acquired whetstone, you sit at the edge of your bed and spend an hour sharpening the full length of the bade, unsure on when you will strike something with it again but knowing that it is inevitable. After you are satisfied with your work, you place the blade beside the bed within arms reach and wrap yourself under the covers, allowing your mind to drift off towards the land of dreams.
You open your eyes and realise the setting is completely different. You are knelt down infront of a stone dais that leads up 10-foot up to an altar that is carved in the likeness of a set of scales resting atop a warhammer. Stood behind the altar is a strongly built human male with his back to you. Sitting atop his head is the pelt of a large bear that looks like it may have been a small bear, but with the size of the man apparent, you can tell that the bear may have been alot larger than an ordinary sized bear. He turns to face younand you can now see a thick beard of gentle silver, but mostly brown, hair that falls from his lips and chin. In one hand he holds a shield that bears a large runic pattern across the front, while the other hand is no more than a mere stump that is covered with a metallic gold band. You have never seen this figure before, but you know that you kneel in the presence of Tyr, God of justice.
"Heide Many-Sheaf. Daughter to Olg and Melik. How I have watched thee spill the blood of thine foes that deserve no less across the lands. Yay, I have tarried upon the sights yon provided when many other sights should I have watched. Long have I gazed upon the thoughts within thine mind, and felt the presence within of an overwhelming sense to deliver justice. Thou hast served me well." The gods voice echoes into the meaningless surroundings as a small smile creeps across his face. "I choose Heide Many-Sheaf as a personal deliverer of Tyr's justice, if thou doth accept." He glares down the stone dais to you. Without a second thought, you nod your head in acceptance. A mighty clap is delivered as Tyr slams his hand against his other arm once. "Then it shall be so. Take thy tenets and keep them close to thine own heart.thou shalt slay those who are the greatest of evils. Thou will show no mercy for the cruelest of hearts or the most wicked of smiles. Thou will not allow thine own thoughts to come between blade and foe. If malice come to pass on the world thou inhabit, know that your actions have failed to stop this from happening, but all is not lost as thou can still aid those affected by destruction that was failed to be stopped." Tyr's words echo louder than before as he delivers the tenets of his oath he provides to you. His footsteps slam against each stone stair as he slowly descends the dais towards you until he stands mere feet away from you.
"Do you, Heide Many-Sheaf, swear to uphold the tenets of justice, the holy word of Tyr, close to your heart? Closer than any possession, person, or morales?" He asks you loudly and boldly.
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Post by Heide Many-Sheaf on Oct 10, 2021 5:46:08 GMT
Heide is awed by her god's unexpected appearance in her deep respite. True, she has meted out justice to a few fearsome foes, but she hadn't thought it enough to merit something like this.
She composes herself and listens attentively throughout the Just God's decrees, feeling the immense new responsibility being laid upon her shoulders.
"I swear to uphold your tenets, Lord of Justice," Heide answers, not a shade of doubt in her voice.
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Oct 12, 2021 22:02:01 GMT
Heide A smile creeps across Tyr's face as you agree to uphold the tenets that he proposed to you. "Thou doth please your lord. Present thy blade." His words continue to echo and without wanting to displease Tyr yet, you hold your blade flat in the palm of your hands. He reaches out and strokes a single finger across the edge of the blade, failing to nick his skin, but conjuring a small glow within the blade that fades after a moment. "A gift bestowed upon thine blade will ensure your work be done swiftly." He backs away a few steps before folding his arms and smiling as he looks down on you once more. Withoutnwarning, you feel the surroundings fade into nothing, Tyr being last to fade into a wisp of grey smoke before your eyes fall heavy and you feel yourself resting comfortably in your bed at the Swinging Sword Inn, tryout blade beside the bed giving off a faint glow for a few seconds before returning to its ordinary metallic shine (+1 Longsword).
All finish a long rest. Recover all health, any expended spell slots, expended abilities, and half of any expended hit dice. Level up!
Rix You feel a few drops of water hit your skin, waking you slightly form you rest against the sole tree in a field, but you manage to ignore it and doze off again. It isn't until you are bombarded by multiple drops that your eyes open and you view the thick, dark clouds above you and Red Larch. The storm you witnessed a few miles to the west the night before seems to have made its way over to the small town nestled besides the Sumber Hills. You look down the filed towards Red Larch and can see a few caravans making their way into the outpost of Red Larch, their cargo being sheltered by thick blankets that are strapped over the top. It seems people still need to make a living in any weather conditions.
Heide,Randall,Wakathas You are woken by the pitter patter of rain on the window panes of your room, but looking up form your pillows, you can see it is still dark outside, but the rain begins to hit alot harder, the wind whistling through any cracks within the panes they can find.
After another ten minutes of trying to rest again, you hear a knock at the door which is followed by an unfamiliar females voice. "Breakfast calls. Are you having breakfast at the Swinging Sword Inn? Oaty porridge, followed by some rashers of bacon. Two silver a head." The voice calls through and is followed by silence as they expect a response.
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Post by Heide Many-Sheaf on Oct 13, 2021 17:55:48 GMT
Heide awakens with renewed purpose. She had sought out injustice before now, even done so in Tyr's name and under his banner, but now she had been given his direct and very literal blessing.
Before anything else, she rises and takes up her sword. The moment she grips the hilt, she feels the tingle of magic running through it. Still, she feels it must be unsheathed to be believed. She draws the blade and watches it gleam, even in the meager light that the overcast morning offers.
It is a thing of beauty.
She sheathes the blade again and sets it aside. The temptation to give in to the bad weather and rest longer is there, but she does not succumb. Instead, she dons her chain mail and collects her belongings. They had let a whole evening go by already, and as much as they needed the rest, she could not let a simple storm delay them further.
"Sounds delicious!" Heide answers the mystery woman. "I'll be down any minute."
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Post by Wakathas on Oct 14, 2021 18:18:23 GMT
Wakathas replaces his old dagger with his new find, made his bed and takes flight from the window into the storm, taking pleasure in the gushing wind and the cold water, letting it wash away all the dirt and discomfort the cave-dive had given him. After near half an hour of flying in the rain, he lands in front of the inn and drys himself up with Prestidigitation before entering and joins his companions for breakfast, his appearance pristine.
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Post by Randall Grim on Oct 15, 2021 16:48:00 GMT
Randall awakes and while still in bed he tries to make sense of the weird felling a and omens brought by the dreams he cannot remember anymore. “Maybe it’s nothing or perhaps it may have its uses when the time arises”.
“I shall be downstairs in a moment for the breakfast” he answers to the voice in the other side of the door, failing to hide some grumpiness in his voice.
He then proceeds to take a look at his spellbook, to be prepared for the day to come, and while hastily gazing at it he notices, with some surprise, he is finally able to comprehend spells that were a misters to him before.
He packs his belongings, ready to leave the Inn for good, and join his companions to the morning meal.
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Post by Rix Arratay on Oct 15, 2021 21:07:01 GMT
Ria stretches, then with a grin, waves his hand overtop himself, the rain collecting in a shield of water above his head. Protected from the rain, he leisurely gathers his things and heads towards town. It's a new day, a beautiful stormy day, and he's already looking forwards to starting it off right. There are things to do, place to go, and his party to meet up with. They seem rather good to travel with, and they're certainly strong, so why not stay with them longer, perhaps defeat more evils?
Each step is a good one on the soaked grass, feeling his connection to nature, greater than ever before. It feels... better than it was, as if he's more complete now, more whole. It's going to be a good day, Rix can already feel it as he wanders towards the inn.
Spell cast: Shape Water
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Oct 29, 2021 19:47:09 GMT
Heide,Randall Responding back through the door to whomever called through for breakfast orders, you ready yourselves for the day, ensuring everything is packed away, before moving out of your room and downstairs to the dining hall. You spot each other and give a simple greeting in the form of a nod. You are greeted with a yawn and wave by Kaylessa as you move past the bar and into the dining hall. You notice Wakathas did not follow you downstairs from his room, but notice the door from outside opens, the sound of heavy pattering rain against the muddy road outside filtering inside. Stood in the doorway is a surprisingly dry Wakathas, although you are confused as to why he would have gone out this morning in this weather.
Wakathas After waking up and placing your new dagger into the sheath for your old one, you open the window of your room and take flight out into the open air of Red Larch. The rain slowly begins to increase in its downpour, continuing to buffet you int the face as the wind throws you around very slightly in your graceful flight through the air. You do notice a wagon that pulls into the town, the occupants staring up at you and pointing, but too far away to make out any words. They watch for less than five minutes before continuing to unload and load provisions onto their wagon before nipping into The Helm at Highsun for a drink and to hopefully let the weather pass.
After a half hour of stretching your wings, you take a landing outside the Swinging Sword Inn and feeling yourself absolutely drenched through, you use the use of your presdigitation and completely dry out the suit before entering through the door. You spot Kaylessa behind the bar who gives you a look of confusion before waving you into the dining hall where Heide and Randall are seated and awaiting breakfast.
Rix With a stretch that is accompanied with a feeling of excitement for what possibly lies ahead in your day, you take little notice in the rain pouring down as you wave a hand above your head and cause the raindrops in the air around you pause before rising again and coalescing above your head in a makeshift magical umbrella. You then begin to walk back through the field and onto the Kheldell path that leads into Red Larch, enjoying the feel of the wet ground on your feet. On your way near the end of the path, you spot a humanoid flying around in the air above the town crossroads and with a squint an make out the finely tailored suit of Wakathas that finally finishes a graceful dive towards the floor and out of your sight.
It is not long before you make your way to the front of the Swiging Sword Inn, but Wakathas is out of sight and presumably back in the building, so you quickly follow in, making sure to let your shield of water that hangs above you empty onto the dirt street outside the door first. Walking inside, you see no-one except for Kaylessa who greets you with a tired, yet chirpy smile and gestures to Heide, Randall, and Wakathas seated in the dining hall. After a quick order for breakfast is made, you go and take a seat with the three and await breakfast.
Everyone With Rix joining you all very shortly after Wakthas from the wet outside, Kaylessa and a younger female with dark black hair enters into the dining hall, trays of porridge and bacon rashers laid out in wooden bowls and plates. Once all trays are laid out for you, Kaylessa takes the two silver pieces from each of you before they both depart, leaving you all to the beginnings of your day.
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Post by Heide Many-Sheaf on Oct 31, 2021 5:43:35 GMT
Heide eagerly tucks into her porridge, using her spoon to rip the bacon into rough morsels and mix them in. Between bites, she addresses her fellow adventurers.
"So," she begins, "I assume we're all feeling a mite better today. Good enough for a rainy jaunt, in Waka's case. We probably shouldn't let any more time go by. It makes sense to me that we follow the missing delegation's trail... head north to Westbridge, over the Stone Bridge to Beliard, and then south toward Summit Hall. If we ask the right folks along the way, we might get a sense of what or who befell them." She takes a large bite of porridge, having spoken for a few sentences without one. After a swallow, she speaks again. "Does that sound about right to the rest of you?"
(68 sp - 2 sp = 66 sp)
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Post by Wakathas on Nov 6, 2021 23:44:46 GMT
"I'm not at all good with directions nor making plans so, as my lady says!" Wakathas says jovially as he chows down his food. "I've also obtained this," Wakathas says, rummaging through his bag for a few seconds and brings forth a beautiful tome, "it's in Dwarven scripts, so I can't read it, perhaps one of you scholarly folks can? I have reason to think it may give us a clue on the missing delegation."
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Post by Rix Arratay on Nov 7, 2021 8:46:39 GMT
Rix certainly seems to be in a good mood, enjoying his breakfast as he listens. "I don't speak the dwarven tongue unfortunately." He mentions when Wakathas asks, then nods towards Heide. "I think that's a good a plan as any. Did you all sleep well?"
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Post by Randall Grim on Nov 14, 2021 11:59:51 GMT
Randall quietly finishes his meal and nods in agreement to Heide’s proposal “seems like a plan”.
“I don’t speak the dwarves tongue either, but this is not necessary if we have access to proper means, which fortunately I do. Let me see the tome Waka” he answers with a misterious hint in his tone.
If Waka allow Randall to hold the tome, he will cast Comprehend Languages as a ritual to read it.
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Post by Wakathas on Nov 14, 2021 17:40:17 GMT
"I'll sleep much better if I ain't gotta go into any more caves." Wakathas says with a shudder as he handed the book over to Randall, "countin' on you for this."
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Nov 26, 2021 18:24:05 GMT
Randall Wakathas kindly agrees and slides the book across the table to you. You place your hand onto the book and close your eyes while muttering your incantation and upon opening your eyes again, a small flash within allows you to read the cover of the beautifully illuminated manuscript written in Dwarvish. The cover reads: Dwarven clans of Mirabar throughout the ages
While eating the rest of breakfast, you skim your eyes across the first few pages but fail to learn anything of much interest as it only begins to go into the beginnings of the dwarven clans and their reasons for following the Dwarven god Moradin.
Heide,Rix,Wakathas As Randall begins to silently cast his eyes across the first few pages, you all continue to eat the rest of your breakfast while awaiting to see if the book holds any mysteries in Randall's first glance. With the Swinging Sword inn being not too busy at this time of the day, you all easily notice the male human, bald in the head and only having one eye. His wears overalls that are tattered and boots that has a large amount of dry mud clumped around the bottom. He sits with a tankard in hand seated in a corner of the dining hall, single eye trained completely on you all and supposedly intently listening to the conversation.
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Post by Heide Many-Sheaf on Nov 26, 2021 20:28:04 GMT
Heide cocks her head toward the stranger and gives him an acknowledging upward nod. "Can we help you, friend?" she asks, more cordially than confrontationally.
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