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Fantasy A Time of Kings
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Foxgirl Jay
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(The 'detailed' setting was an accident. Just write as much as you want/ can for the situation. )
(And allow me to clarify. This is a free-roam RP, you may do what [within reason] you wish, and where you wish. But, there will be a primary driving story, made up of small 'adventure' style going ons. Later on, if you would like, you can propose an idea for a side-story adventure and, depending, I'll let the creator, or have myself DM it. If you are on your own, I'll play some characters so you can play in the world too. )
The World
Word has been trickling out of Hel's point. Pleas for aide from the towns of Road's End and the Gilded Vale. War had struck suddenly, and struck hard. Rebels from within overtook Hel's Gate Citadel. For centuries, that staunch guardian at the western sea to protect the Free Palatinate from savage desert raiders, and had survived armada's strong attack forces, hurricanes, and even dragon attacks. Nothing from outside could breech the citadel it seemed. But a rot from within took it in but a day of betrayal. And no benevolent rebels were these, seeking to free the oppressed peasantry from their shackles. Self-serving, seeking only to replace the Guardian-Lord of Hel's Gate, with their tyrant leader, a veteran commander by the name Floric Var-Emris.
Road's End was under the thumb, their harvests pillaged from them, houses burnt for fun and other barbaric atrocities. Gilded Vale was told it was next on the list unless it submitted wholly.
And of course, there were the whispers of darker figures at work, behind the rebellion.
Robin Maylei
Location(optional, to help along with keeping track of characters): Caed Nua
Caed Nua, an impressive keep, in an excellent strategic vantage, to keep track of the surrounding roads. They'd recently suffered a monster attack, which left some of the walls in ruins, buildings within the walls destroyed or razed. Robin heard of the attack, and more importantly, the call for aide to help rebuild the keep. She's spent the last half-month here. After a long day of work, most of the work crew retires to the tavern before going to bed. There was a new face in the tavern, not too uncommon. But he hadn't come here for work. He was telling the tale of the Hel's point rebellion. His emotionally empassioned voice begging for aid, begging for shelter and begging for word to be passed on. A lot of the workers here were just that. Workers. But to Robin, the story got to her. Sure the others were sympathetic, but they couldn't help. Robin could.
@Radazart Teh Gr8
@XxLuluxX
(And allow me to clarify. This is a free-roam RP, you may do what [within reason] you wish, and where you wish. But, there will be a primary driving story, made up of small 'adventure' style going ons. Later on, if you would like, you can propose an idea for a side-story adventure and, depending, I'll let the creator, or have myself DM it. If you are on your own, I'll play some characters so you can play in the world too. )
The World
Word has been trickling out of Hel's point. Pleas for aide from the towns of Road's End and the Gilded Vale. War had struck suddenly, and struck hard. Rebels from within overtook Hel's Gate Citadel. For centuries, that staunch guardian at the western sea to protect the Free Palatinate from savage desert raiders, and had survived armada's strong attack forces, hurricanes, and even dragon attacks. Nothing from outside could breech the citadel it seemed. But a rot from within took it in but a day of betrayal. And no benevolent rebels were these, seeking to free the oppressed peasantry from their shackles. Self-serving, seeking only to replace the Guardian-Lord of Hel's Gate, with their tyrant leader, a veteran commander by the name Floric Var-Emris.
Road's End was under the thumb, their harvests pillaged from them, houses burnt for fun and other barbaric atrocities. Gilded Vale was told it was next on the list unless it submitted wholly.
And of course, there were the whispers of darker figures at work, behind the rebellion.
Robin Maylei
Location(optional, to help along with keeping track of characters): Caed Nua
Caed Nua, an impressive keep, in an excellent strategic vantage, to keep track of the surrounding roads. They'd recently suffered a monster attack, which left some of the walls in ruins, buildings within the walls destroyed or razed. Robin heard of the attack, and more importantly, the call for aide to help rebuild the keep. She's spent the last half-month here. After a long day of work, most of the work crew retires to the tavern before going to bed. There was a new face in the tavern, not too uncommon. But he hadn't come here for work. He was telling the tale of the Hel's point rebellion. His emotionally empassioned voice begging for aid, begging for shelter and begging for word to be passed on. A lot of the workers here were just that. Workers. But to Robin, the story got to her. Sure the others were sympathetic, but they couldn't help. Robin could.
@Radazart Teh Gr8
@XxLuluxX
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Knowledge = Power and Armwrestling Champs
For Jonathan the matter was much simpler. No heroics or calls for aide or adventure. For him it was simply the travelling bard's life. He had arrived in Caed Nua the last day's evening and staying only to stock up and make himself familiar with the place, if only to tell stories about it later. The place seemed mostly filled with worker-folk. And while having chatted up with the occasional person, a full performance wouldn't yield much he thought, he'd reserve that for the cities. And the next day he was simply going to travel onward, like he always did.
But during the evening as the stranger had come into the tavern, Jonathan simply couldn't resist seating himself closer to listen. As a storyteller and bard by trade, alongside tales long-done deeds and songs of virtue, the latest rumors were an essential part of his repetoire. As such, he listened closely and carefully. A story such as the Hel's point rebellion wasn't heard of in ages. Getting a story like that spread, that to Jonathan felt what being a true bard was all about. And so, in the middle of the man's story Jon beckons over a barmaid and asks her to get the man a stiff drink on his expenses.
But during the evening as the stranger had come into the tavern, Jonathan simply couldn't resist seating himself closer to listen. As a storyteller and bard by trade, alongside tales long-done deeds and songs of virtue, the latest rumors were an essential part of his repetoire. As such, he listened closely and carefully. A story such as the Hel's point rebellion wasn't heard of in ages. Getting a story like that spread, that to Jonathan felt what being a true bard was all about. And so, in the middle of the man's story Jon beckons over a barmaid and asks her to get the man a stiff drink on his expenses.
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But to quell a rebellion, all on her own? Confidant as she was, not even Robin would dare. She'd need a companion, or two. She had one in mind, a Sellsword, a veteran fighter. He was in the tavern now, in fact, serving as the nights bouncer. Tall, messy blonde hair and a beard. Scale armor, a sword and shield strapped to his back. A blade of grain he seems to be eternally, idly chewing on.
Robin taps his shoulder to get the man's attention in the noisy tavern. The pair of them were among the very few armed with some sort of weapon, at least obviously armed. "Kirk? Can I ask something?" She asks, nodding at a quieter part of the tavern. She'd talked with him, a few more times. Not for too long, but he struck Robin as being an okay fellow.
He lazily pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on. "Lady, y'know I'm mighty curious" Eder comments, walking over to an unoccupied table. They sit together, across from each other.
"You heard those stories? About Hel's Gate citadel?" Robin starts off the conversation with a probing question.
"I did, a bit. Someone 'oughtta do something' about that, eh?"
"Someone like... a veteran of the War of the Flowers, a hero even?"
He leans back and laughs lightly. "I haven't been a soldier for a long time, miss. But hey, callin' me a hero feels nice." Not many people believed Kirk's story, of his pivotal role in the climax of a war of religion... Or rather, Kirk's side against, a war against a brutal religion.
Robin leans in, arms on the table. "Something needs to be done, and I'd bet we can do something!"
Their conversation was hardly secret or quiet.
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@Radazart Teh Gr8
"Sure thing, sir! What would'ya like to give to that poor man? Oh, what an awful story! I can't imagine what's going on there, even know... And what might happen if it comes any further down here!" The lovely lady says, with a cutely concerned voice. She pouts, looking at Jonathan, waiting to take his order for the fellow.
Summoning @XxLuluxX , thread's started!
Robin taps his shoulder to get the man's attention in the noisy tavern. The pair of them were among the very few armed with some sort of weapon, at least obviously armed. "Kirk? Can I ask something?" She asks, nodding at a quieter part of the tavern. She'd talked with him, a few more times. Not for too long, but he struck Robin as being an okay fellow.
He lazily pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on. "Lady, y'know I'm mighty curious" Eder comments, walking over to an unoccupied table. They sit together, across from each other.
"You heard those stories? About Hel's Gate citadel?" Robin starts off the conversation with a probing question.
"I did, a bit. Someone 'oughtta do something' about that, eh?"
"Someone like... a veteran of the War of the Flowers, a hero even?"
He leans back and laughs lightly. "I haven't been a soldier for a long time, miss. But hey, callin' me a hero feels nice." Not many people believed Kirk's story, of his pivotal role in the climax of a war of religion... Or rather, Kirk's side against, a war against a brutal religion.
Robin leans in, arms on the table. "Something needs to be done, and I'd bet we can do something!"
Their conversation was hardly secret or quiet.
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@Radazart Teh Gr8
"Sure thing, sir! What would'ya like to give to that poor man? Oh, what an awful story! I can't imagine what's going on there, even know... And what might happen if it comes any further down here!" The lovely lady says, with a cutely concerned voice. She pouts, looking at Jonathan, waiting to take his order for the fellow.
Summoning @XxLuluxX , thread's started!
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Radazart Teh Gr8
Knowledge = Power and Armwrestling Champs
" 'Tis is an awful story, isn't it?" Jonathan responds emphatically. His voice came across as gentle, and easy to listen to with a bit of a twang and jolly hopping rhythm to it. Though at the moment, mostly concerned of course. "So, I was thinking, and you may have heard this from a traveller or two before me, but give him your finest ale, a good stiff drink for the fellow. I think he can appreciate it." he says glancing over at the man again, having listened to him with one ear as he was speaking to the barmaid.
Ldybug123
Six Thousand Club
Rowan was practicing his archery in a forest. He shot a few arrows into a tree which he had drawn a target on with some materials he found. He missed, but didn't realize the arrow went right past Robin, it would leave a small cut on her face. @Foxgirl Jay
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(Robin's inside of a tavern. Though, it could miss, go through the window and hit her that way.)
She and Kirk hear the window break, but didn't expect an arrow to come whizzing through. Robin puts a hand to her trickle-bleeding cheek, with a wince and a pout. "By the Circle, where the hell did that come from?!" She angrily grumbles. Kirk gets up from his seat to investigate out the window. Heads turned to look at the broken window, but seeing that there was no bar fight starting, they got back to their business of getting absolutely drunk. "Too damn dark out t' see who shot that." Kirk mumbles to himself. Robin's more worried about a scar than the arrow's owner. Irrational, since her wounds never scarred over thanks to being dragonblooded.
"But will you consider it, Kirk? I really think we can make a different, if at least by rescuing other people like that man." She says to him empathetically.
"I don't gotta' consider it. I'd already set myself to helping when you asked, Robin." He says to her.
Robin sits back down, looking out the window. Wondering who would be shooting arrows at night.
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The barmaid holds out her hand. "Our finest'll cost ya' your finest coin there sir, a pair o' silver coins!" She would demand before leaving the halflings table.
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She and Kirk hear the window break, but didn't expect an arrow to come whizzing through. Robin puts a hand to her trickle-bleeding cheek, with a wince and a pout. "By the Circle, where the hell did that come from?!" She angrily grumbles. Kirk gets up from his seat to investigate out the window. Heads turned to look at the broken window, but seeing that there was no bar fight starting, they got back to their business of getting absolutely drunk. "Too damn dark out t' see who shot that." Kirk mumbles to himself. Robin's more worried about a scar than the arrow's owner. Irrational, since her wounds never scarred over thanks to being dragonblooded.
"But will you consider it, Kirk? I really think we can make a different, if at least by rescuing other people like that man." She says to him empathetically.
"I don't gotta' consider it. I'd already set myself to helping when you asked, Robin." He says to her.
Robin sits back down, looking out the window. Wondering who would be shooting arrows at night.
@Ldybug123
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The barmaid holds out her hand. "Our finest'll cost ya' your finest coin there sir, a pair o' silver coins!" She would demand before leaving the halflings table.
@Radazart Teh Gr8
Ldybug123
Six Thousand Club
Rowan went to receive his missing arrow. He saw a building with a broken window. He walked up and opened the door. "Hey, did an arrow come flying in here?" He asked. @Foxgirl Jay
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The tavern is loud, but one patron notices the elf. "Uh... arrow?" He mumbles. "Yeah, we saw an arrow over there." He says, pointing near to the table Robin and Kirk are at. "You know wheerre the arrow came from? Nobody of us can figure it out..." He says, to the nodding approval of the other people at his table.
Robin saw the man point near her, and spots the elf. Wielding a bow. Looks like her wondering about where an arrow came from has ended. She looks at Rowan with a slight frown. Not mad at him though, just, very confused.
Kirk laughs. "Elfs. Could never understand their kind. Always so... different."
@Ldybug123
Robin saw the man point near her, and spots the elf. Wielding a bow. Looks like her wondering about where an arrow came from has ended. She looks at Rowan with a slight frown. Not mad at him though, just, very confused.
Kirk laughs. "Elfs. Could never understand their kind. Always so... different."
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Rowan nodded, and walked over to Robin and Kirk's table. He picked up his arrow. "I'm sorry about that." He said to them. @Foxgirl Jay
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"It's fine, nobody got hurt, just uh. Don't do that again, I guess? I'm no good at admonishing people!" Robin says to him, and looks to Kirk at the end.
Kirk shrugs his shoulders. "I d'unno how to deal with elfs. You want a drink?" Kirk asks, pulling out a seat for the elf. "But you look like a young one, but then, all elfs do." He says, to Robin's nodding agreement.
"Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Can tell us why you're shooting arrows around in the dark, hm?" Robin asks, turning an inquisitive look his way.
Kirk shrugs his shoulders. "I d'unno how to deal with elfs. You want a drink?" Kirk asks, pulling out a seat for the elf. "But you look like a young one, but then, all elfs do." He says, to Robin's nodding agreement.
"Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Can tell us why you're shooting arrows around in the dark, hm?" Robin asks, turning an inquisitive look his way.
Ldybug123
Six Thousand Club
Rowan bit his lip. "I couldn't sleep so I decided to practice a little." He said before turning to Kirk. "No thank you sir." He said rather politely. @Foxgirl Jay
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Thar Be Dragons
(SORRY! I missed it completely! ;-; Anyhow)
Thorenson Icewahld
Thorenson, was a busy man. Going this way and that to battlefields, bars and tome shops; it left little time for socialisation. Yet every once in a while, the mage could find himself sitting alone at a barstool, watching the world drift by with a lazy smile upon his lips. At the arrow flying through the room, his head snapped upwards with slight alarm registered on his features. When next a young elven boy came in to claim it, Thor shook his head, running a hand through the thick mop of chestnut locks. In Odin's name, where the hell are his parents?! He grumbled inwardly, finding himself returning to the tankard of mead, which sat on the oaken counter infront of him. He cradled the mug in his hand, nursing the alcohol before taking a sip, trying to clear his pounding head.
Usually he was overall, quite a cheerful man, although the day he'd had, had turned that smile quite bitter. After combusting yet another experiment into his face, which inturn left him with one hell of a headache.
Icewahld got up from his seat, stretching out slightly as he continued onwards. Perhaps it was time to get up, and take a breather outside. His stout oaken staff, clasped safely within a hand. Automatically, the crowd began to part for him like the red sea, after all, they were in the midst of a mage. A man whom saw magic as a friend, not foe. And also a man, who could quite easily turn you into a various assortment of objects... Well thats how the rumors were told in any case.
Thorenson Icewahld
Thorenson, was a busy man. Going this way and that to battlefields, bars and tome shops; it left little time for socialisation. Yet every once in a while, the mage could find himself sitting alone at a barstool, watching the world drift by with a lazy smile upon his lips. At the arrow flying through the room, his head snapped upwards with slight alarm registered on his features. When next a young elven boy came in to claim it, Thor shook his head, running a hand through the thick mop of chestnut locks. In Odin's name, where the hell are his parents?! He grumbled inwardly, finding himself returning to the tankard of mead, which sat on the oaken counter infront of him. He cradled the mug in his hand, nursing the alcohol before taking a sip, trying to clear his pounding head.
Usually he was overall, quite a cheerful man, although the day he'd had, had turned that smile quite bitter. After combusting yet another experiment into his face, which inturn left him with one hell of a headache.
Icewahld got up from his seat, stretching out slightly as he continued onwards. Perhaps it was time to get up, and take a breather outside. His stout oaken staff, clasped safely within a hand. Automatically, the crowd began to part for him like the red sea, after all, they were in the midst of a mage. A man whom saw magic as a friend, not foe. And also a man, who could quite easily turn you into a various assortment of objects... Well thats how the rumors were told in any case.
Foxgirl Jay
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The clear night air outside the tavern was chilly, but perhaps not so for someone who lived up north for so long. A dry cold that would steal the moisture from your nose mouth and throat. No winds blew within the walls of Caed Nua. What should be a tranquil slumber over the keep had a sinister feeling to it, once one left the merry tavern.
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Kirk, a veteran soldier, had learned long ago to trust his gut, and never get too drunk. He felt something wrong with the night. He gave an excuse to Robin and Rowan to leave the tavern. Of course an ex-soldier would still wish to keep his sword shined and boots polished. "Stay safe tonight." He vaguely comments, patting a hand on the Mage he hadn't known's shoulder. He walks toward the blacksmith.
(Excuse my shitty drawing over a perfectly good isometric scenery ;3; )
Upon the ramparts, guards are watching the walls, keeping it safe from potential attacks. A token guard put out at night, just enough to cover all sides that need to be covered. But, they couldn't know that a dedicated force had come to strike, with a plan to take out all of the guards at once. Cult Soldiers armed with grapnels and swathed in black clothes scaled the walls. Not a sound heard, as they kill the watchmen they were assigned to kill. Only those with keen eyesight would have seen anything transpire atop the walls.
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Still inside the tavern with elf at her table, Robin is deep in thought. An old solider and myself... I'll still need more than that if we're to save those peasants. The Elven archer, maybe? She thinks, looking to the young elf. Thus far, I'd say he hasn't proven himself a sure shot. A glance at the broken window, and memory of the now disappeared cut. "Hrrrm. Oh what should I do..." She grumbles. Kirk may know some people, other helpful, experienced soldiers still willing to save their country? "Rowan... what do you do around here? A traveler, a huntsmen with a clan?" She thinks about what would be the most obvious and possible.
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@Ldybug123
@Radazart Teh Gr8
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Kirk, a veteran soldier, had learned long ago to trust his gut, and never get too drunk. He felt something wrong with the night. He gave an excuse to Robin and Rowan to leave the tavern. Of course an ex-soldier would still wish to keep his sword shined and boots polished. "Stay safe tonight." He vaguely comments, patting a hand on the Mage he hadn't known's shoulder. He walks toward the blacksmith.
(Excuse my shitty drawing over a perfectly good isometric scenery ;3; )
Upon the ramparts, guards are watching the walls, keeping it safe from potential attacks. A token guard put out at night, just enough to cover all sides that need to be covered. But, they couldn't know that a dedicated force had come to strike, with a plan to take out all of the guards at once. Cult Soldiers armed with grapnels and swathed in black clothes scaled the walls. Not a sound heard, as they kill the watchmen they were assigned to kill. Only those with keen eyesight would have seen anything transpire atop the walls.
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Still inside the tavern with elf at her table, Robin is deep in thought. An old solider and myself... I'll still need more than that if we're to save those peasants. The Elven archer, maybe? She thinks, looking to the young elf. Thus far, I'd say he hasn't proven himself a sure shot. A glance at the broken window, and memory of the now disappeared cut. "Hrrrm. Oh what should I do..." She grumbles. Kirk may know some people, other helpful, experienced soldiers still willing to save their country? "Rowan... what do you do around here? A traveler, a huntsmen with a clan?" She thinks about what would be the most obvious and possible.
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@Ldybug123
@Radazart Teh Gr8
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Ldybug123
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"Yes, I'm just traveling m'am. Although I've been doing archery my whole life m'am. My hand slipped on that shot." Rowan said to Robin, gesturing to the broken window. He had been taught to be polite by his mother since he was old enough to talk. @Foxgirl Jay
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Robin tilts her head with a sigh. "Got any plans to travel, where you're headed?" Robin leans back in her chair, adjusting her cotton shirt, tugging the bottom of it downwards. She's trying to prod the young elf, see if he may be willing, before suddenly asking him if he would be up for some adventure. And Robin has no doubt, this will be a dangerous one.
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"Well, I'm currently trying to find the people who killed my mother m'am." Rowan said, fiddling with his necklace. He looked slightly angered now. He wanted revenge on those people. @Foxgirl Jay
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"That's terrible!" She says emotionally, leaning forward with a sympathetic look. "Well... Who was it?" Robin asks. She likely didn't know who it was, but getting to know this elf better would serve her own need. Get Rowan to trust her. She glances out the broken window. Kirk, walking towards the smithy building... but standing out in the field. Not going in to the building. Strange she thinks.
Ldybug123
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"I'm not sure m'am. I think it was a group of rouges or something. They wore dark clothing outlined in red though m'am." Rowan explained. @Foxgirl Jay
Radazart Teh Gr8
Knowledge = Power and Armwrestling Champs
"Will get to you on that, got two silvers sitting in my pocket to give the man some respite" he responds with a wink as the barmaid goes to bring in the order. He'd stop listening to the story for now, Jonathan thought. He'd have plenty of time to talk once his drink had gotten to the man. Sure, two silver coins wasn't little, but here's hoping the man would appreciate his gesture and be up for a private conversation. Otherwise, anything to brighten the mood, eh? But, even as he was involved in all that, the arrow that had come flying through the tavern hadn't gone unnoticed. No, something like that would catch anyone's attention.
And so, curious as he was, Jon hopped off of his chair and began to walk over to the group the Elf had joined. He waits for a short pause in their conversation before shoving out a chair from underneath the table and asking in his ever bright voice "Mind've I take a seat here? Looking for a wee bit of company for the evening." He had a wide smile on his face, and his smaller stature would have him reach just above the table with his head, were it not for him leaning one foot on the spokes between the chairs to give himself a little extra height.
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And so, curious as he was, Jon hopped off of his chair and began to walk over to the group the Elf had joined. He waits for a short pause in their conversation before shoving out a chair from underneath the table and asking in his ever bright voice "Mind've I take a seat here? Looking for a wee bit of company for the evening." He had a wide smile on his face, and his smaller stature would have him reach just above the table with his head, were it not for him leaning one foot on the spokes between the chairs to give himself a little extra height.
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Robin gives Rowan a glare. "Not your table, elf. I for one, would welcome our new friend." She says, looking down, as one must to meet a halfling in the eye, and gives a warm smile. "I've not seen you before. Many travelers these days. Coming from Hel's point?" She asks with a quirk of her brow. "Or going, perhaps?" Robin's heard tales of Halflings with bravery that outshines that of men and elves, rushing to be heroes. Many tales.
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Jonathan returns the warm smile to Robin, while giving a much less genuine one to Rowan. "Not from Hel's point, no. Yet I was indeed thinking of travelling there." Jonathan says, looking back at Robin. "But, hearing the man over there pouring out his heart. Eh, I feel for him, tho' Hel's point doesn't sound like the same place I would've gone to." He takes a quick drink from from his tankard and with a satisfied 'Aaaah' says "Jon by the way, Jon Bellfry, travelling bard. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" he asks, leaning forward a bit.
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Robin was none too bothered about Rowan's assumption. A momentary annoyance, it had gone as soon as it came.
"Robin Maylei, wandering... adventurer? Hero? Or is that too cocky to say about myself?" She asks with a sarcastic laugh. "A lady ought to be modest, after all." She crosses her arms over her chest. "I'm going to Hel's point. To free those people, and unseat the tyrant of Hel's Gate Citadel." She says bluntly, with a courageous, callous tone. If only Kirk follows her, so be it.
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@Radazart Teh Gr8
"Robin Maylei, wandering... adventurer? Hero? Or is that too cocky to say about myself?" She asks with a sarcastic laugh. "A lady ought to be modest, after all." She crosses her arms over her chest. "I'm going to Hel's point. To free those people, and unseat the tyrant of Hel's Gate Citadel." She says bluntly, with a courageous, callous tone. If only Kirk follows her, so be it.
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