Fantasy Adventurers of the Red Snapper Inn (Always taking new patrons)

[Remmock]

Myrrl continued listening even as he had signed, returning to the seat he had been at. The alcohol on his own breath was a strong scent for his comparatively delicate nose. He looked out the window then, taking stock of the time of night. To be sure it was late, and while he could see in the dark just fine he knew that pinkies had difficulty with it. The time he went to a farm in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere to respond to a call for help, and the terror the family had felt seeing his huge furry head sticking in through the window when they hadn't answered the door. Their screams had been funny.


Had the little one just complimented him? He looked back, studying the barkeeper a moment before shrugging it off. His eyes scanned the faces again. At least the burning smell of alcohol kept the smell of dead things out. He glanced at the Elf. How did she not smell that? It seemed strange that the smell of dead things was not a matter of concern for the others. Dead things did not lend themselves to trustworthiness.

 

[The Gunrunner]

No Party


Tasis nods, curling his fingers over the top of the heavy book and dragging it over to him. His other hand takes the feather pen - He takes a minute to look it over "Used to charcoal," he states. It is dipped in the little container of ink, and he writes his name in the first fresh page. Messy, but spelled correctly. Tasis puts the pen away and slides the book back "What was that about a vampire? There's very big problems if someone has a need for one of those things gone."

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


The Orc's really didn't appreciate having their own set ablaze, one green-skinned hulk jumped to Connor's left ready to swing away with it's axe but ended up eating Lilara's shield as another came at the tiefling's left flank only to get slammed to the floor by the enormous wild cat that had joined them. The paladin put a good foot of her sword through her opponent while Ozhr's foe weakly struggled against the saber cat latched onto his throat before succumbing to the Raven Queen's embrace.


Now two more green skins came charging at the roaring cat with weapons raised, the grey-skin either posturing to catch them off guard or waiting for his subordinates to be cut down so he could face us on his own while the last Orc decided it could do better against Lilara than it's late companion.


Connor dashed over to Ozhr and vaulted overtop the beast, drop kicking one of the Orcs in the lower torso. The bulk of the green-skin stopped Connor mid-air but also knocked it off balance sending it reeling backwards as the druid fell to the floor, he knew better than to lay around in a fight and rolled to his left, away from the battle. It was a moment before he was back to his feet, leg aching with a passion now but still usable he wanted to end this without kicking too many things so Connor kept his spear low dropping it's butte into a tiny crevice in the stone floor. Now all he had to do was wait for one to come in fast and stupid so he could raise the steel point up and watch them drive it through themselves.

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Ozhr roared at the orcs, he was shocked when Connor vaulted over him. He kicked on of the orcs, sending it back. Connor rolled out of the way but, it was all the opening Ozhr needed. Ozhr pounced at the other Orc, running a claw along the tendons between his neck and shoulder. The orcs axe arm was rendered useless, swinging by his side. The orcs roars loudly before his roar is muffled by Ozhr grabbed his head in his mouth, shaking wildly.

 

[Fletchr]

No Party


Lutolf simply reaches out, wrapping his right hand around the cover of the book as Tasis shoves it away. He drags it over towards his section of the counter-top, looking it over for a moment before simply flipping it open to the necessary page - He then takes the quill, directing a glare towards his writing hand before slowly, carefully writing his name out across the page. His chosen hand seems to lag behind at the start of the process, Lutolf letting out an irritated growl as it drags across the page, fingers twitching for a moment. He lets out an annoyed sigh before passing the book and quill towards the Innkeeper.