ToothierTurnip5
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Fantasy Adventurers of the Red Snapper Inn (Always taking new patrons)
- Thread starter Foxgirl Jay
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Foxgirl Jay
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(I'd recommend coming in now, if you wish to. I'm cutting out the Fiendish lions and the temple @ToothieTurnip5 )
ToothierTurnip5
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As the group are focused on the shaman, a large orc comes from behind them weilding a large greatsword. As it raises it's sword with a battle cry he is tackled to the ground. Ozhr latches onto the orc's throat, severing his windpipe. He backs away from the body his muzzle stained with blood. The smilodon moves forward growling and roaring at the shaman his large teeth dripping with blood.
Dendyne
Senior Member
Party 1
Connor gave the archers his back once he saw the bows splinter and warp into useless shapes, he hop-stepped as best he could and as fast as he could towards Lilara who was shouting bloody murder about getting close to her for some reason. Better safe than sorry he figured and the thumping gait of the Orcs behind him made a good case to regroup.
His entire leg crackled with shooting pain almost forcing him to the ground a couple of times before he managed the short distance,
"Is tha-?" Connor started to say as a great beast of a Smiloden came bounding from somewhere in the underbrush and smashed into an Orc swordsman that had slipped out of view and circled to their rear, the tiefling's dark eyes got very wide as he forgot about the charging Orcs in favor of the great beast that feasted on their enemy.
"We mean you no harm, great hunter, you are the enemy of our enemy,"
Connor gave the archers his back once he saw the bows splinter and warp into useless shapes, he hop-stepped as best he could and as fast as he could towards Lilara who was shouting bloody murder about getting close to her for some reason. Better safe than sorry he figured and the thumping gait of the Orcs behind him made a good case to regroup.
His entire leg crackled with shooting pain almost forcing him to the ground a couple of times before he managed the short distance,
"Is tha-?" Connor started to say as a great beast of a Smiloden came bounding from somewhere in the underbrush and smashed into an Orc swordsman that had slipped out of view and circled to their rear, the tiefling's dark eyes got very wide as he forgot about the charging Orcs in favor of the great beast that feasted on their enemy.
"We mean you no harm, great hunter, you are the enemy of our enemy,"
Fletchr
Junior Member
No Party
Lutolf looks the grilled chicken over for a moment, glancing around the room before readjusting himself so that - if anyone were to throw him a glance - they would be met with the back of his helmet, and torso. With that done, he simply flips up his Sallet helmet's visor, his decayed face remaining hidden due to his positioning. He simply begins picking apart the chicken breast with his gloved hands, ripping strands from the meat only to practically slide them down his throat. It takes hardly any time at all, and once he's done Lutolf simply slaps his helmet's visor back down - once again obscuring his features.
Lutolf looks the grilled chicken over for a moment, glancing around the room before readjusting himself so that - if anyone were to throw him a glance - they would be met with the back of his helmet, and torso. With that done, he simply flips up his Sallet helmet's visor, his decayed face remaining hidden due to his positioning. He simply begins picking apart the chicken breast with his gloved hands, ripping strands from the meat only to practically slide them down his throat. It takes hardly any time at all, and once he's done Lutolf simply slaps his helmet's visor back down - once again obscuring his features.
WrightyNo1
Previously Shay Wright
Reeve shook his head and followed Sevar, not wanting to be in there any longer. Plus, Sevar seemed like a man he could trust. Trusting vampires never ends well, as Sevar pointed out in a very passionate fashion. Reeve caught up to Sevar, now walking beside him. "So this warehouse, where is it?" He asked Sevar. Reeve made sure that his protection was properly secured, his bracers were, shoulderpads and chest plate were all good.
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ToothierTurnip5
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"I am aware. Now I hope you have a good reason for attacking the orcs." He responds in a deep voice. He plants his feet in the ground before unleashing a very loud intimidatino roar at the archers. It even causes one of them to take a small step back.
Foxgirl Jay
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(@ToothieTurnip5 Carefully read over my posts, you've missed some important details. And to clarify, I allow you to control the enemy character in one-on-one combat, not 2v1 or whatever. There will be situations, and i'll specify those, where you don't control a one-on-one fight. And you don't control how they react to your character being 'intimidating' or 'sneaky', just for reference.
Party 1
The archer do in fact, not become intimidated. Orcs in a battle-rage do not retreat. Especially not in the presence of their shaman. Another group of five armed Orcs come charging from the tent village, roaring and shouting. The Shaman is still screaming and casting spells in a wild dance . As the charging group pass the shaman, he bestows great strength upon them, turning their already naturally great strength to something overwhelming. Not something to be stood up against head on. Their muscles bulge out even further.
The first charging orc collides with Lilara's shield, and she grunts with the impact. The Orc had thrown it's entire weight against Lilara, trying to simply knock her over. Not a weak woman, is this paladin. She slams the shield up, the top rim striking the jaw of the Orcs open mouth. It bites it's own tongue, severing it, and a few teeth are cracked and broken. Several stabs and slashes are needed to take down the Orc.
But alas, a pair of them have their eyes set on the injured, hobbling druid. Lilara is ready to protect him, but there are still more Orcs, and that damned casting shaman. And that giant animal... Lilara hopes it won't be an enemy. "Any is good reason to kill an Orc! Irrevocably evil all, and their hearts held by a savage god! These Orcs, cowards, have taken hostage a noblewoman and her group of dignitary aides! And by Tyr, I will not let this happen!" Lilara thrusts her sword at the Shaman's direction. He's engulfed in a pillar of holy blinding light, the pure energy setting the shaman aflame. The pillar goes, but the burning agony and blindness stays with the shaman. The penance of an Orc, already blind to the justice of the world.
The pair of hatchet wielding archers take up offense with Ouranos, and working as a team, unleash flurry of blows that would be overwhelming to most fighters.
Party 2
Sevar grunts. "The warehouse is just 'round this corner." He has no need to fidget with his gear, mainly because there's very little of it, and what armor he wears is light, and fits fine enough at all times. The ten foot tall double doors to the warehouse are shut and barred. A pair of bulky, strong looking dock workers stand in front of each of the doors. Seems they're the ones assigned to guard the warehouses only exit in to the harbor. They notice the pair of armed men approaching the warehouse, and one gruffly asks "You two here to fix our problems?" Sevar just nods his head in agreement. "Great, cause we've got more Kobolds n' you can shake a stick at. And trust me, we tried. The stick was sharp to and they still didn't bugger off."
Party 1
The archer do in fact, not become intimidated. Orcs in a battle-rage do not retreat. Especially not in the presence of their shaman. Another group of five armed Orcs come charging from the tent village, roaring and shouting. The Shaman is still screaming and casting spells in a wild dance . As the charging group pass the shaman, he bestows great strength upon them, turning their already naturally great strength to something overwhelming. Not something to be stood up against head on. Their muscles bulge out even further.
The first charging orc collides with Lilara's shield, and she grunts with the impact. The Orc had thrown it's entire weight against Lilara, trying to simply knock her over. Not a weak woman, is this paladin. She slams the shield up, the top rim striking the jaw of the Orcs open mouth. It bites it's own tongue, severing it, and a few teeth are cracked and broken. Several stabs and slashes are needed to take down the Orc.
But alas, a pair of them have their eyes set on the injured, hobbling druid. Lilara is ready to protect him, but there are still more Orcs, and that damned casting shaman. And that giant animal... Lilara hopes it won't be an enemy. "Any is good reason to kill an Orc! Irrevocably evil all, and their hearts held by a savage god! These Orcs, cowards, have taken hostage a noblewoman and her group of dignitary aides! And by Tyr, I will not let this happen!" Lilara thrusts her sword at the Shaman's direction. He's engulfed in a pillar of holy blinding light, the pure energy setting the shaman aflame. The pillar goes, but the burning agony and blindness stays with the shaman. The penance of an Orc, already blind to the justice of the world.
The pair of hatchet wielding archers take up offense with Ouranos, and working as a team, unleash flurry of blows that would be overwhelming to most fighters.
Party 2
Sevar grunts. "The warehouse is just 'round this corner." He has no need to fidget with his gear, mainly because there's very little of it, and what armor he wears is light, and fits fine enough at all times. The ten foot tall double doors to the warehouse are shut and barred. A pair of bulky, strong looking dock workers stand in front of each of the doors. Seems they're the ones assigned to guard the warehouses only exit in to the harbor. They notice the pair of armed men approaching the warehouse, and one gruffly asks "You two here to fix our problems?" Sevar just nods his head in agreement. "Great, cause we've got more Kobolds n' you can shake a stick at. And trust me, we tried. The stick was sharp to and they still didn't bugger off."
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JustCallMeAimee
Shamu the Exasperating ignoramus
Aisha slipped into the Red Snapper, her hood casting a shadow over her face and obscuring it from onlookers. She rolled her shoulders and moved through the tables to find an empty one.
Foxgirl Jay
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No Party
There's a lot of empty tables so late at night. Barthelmor has seen many, many people come to his tavern trying to be hidden or whatever. He always figures it's the safest bet to not talk to them, until they talked to him. But his mind wanders, wondering if it's the lone-wolf, the angry brooder or some fugitive of some sort. Ah, so many new colourful people in my tavern!
There's a lot of empty tables so late at night. Barthelmor has seen many, many people come to his tavern trying to be hidden or whatever. He always figures it's the safest bet to not talk to them, until they talked to him. But his mind wanders, wondering if it's the lone-wolf, the angry brooder or some fugitive of some sort. Ah, so many new colourful people in my tavern!
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WrightyNo1
Previously Shay Wright
Party 2
Reeve shrugged, "We will deal with it, it's what we are here for," Reeve replied simply, just wanting to get the job done. From the way Sevar acted, it seemed like this job was not very exciting, he wasn't bothered though. Any first quest that a guild gives you usually isn't a giant adventure. He turned his head to look at Sevar, "You let us in there, you won't have a kobold problem anymore," Reeve nodded to the two guards.
Reeve shrugged, "We will deal with it, it's what we are here for," Reeve replied simply, just wanting to get the job done. From the way Sevar acted, it seemed like this job was not very exciting, he wasn't bothered though. Any first quest that a guild gives you usually isn't a giant adventure. He turned his head to look at Sevar, "You let us in there, you won't have a kobold problem anymore," Reeve nodded to the two guards.
Radazart Teh Gr8
Knowledge = Power and Armwrestling Champs
Party 1
Ouranos dexteriously tries to parry both Orcs at once. And while somewhat able to deflect and cushion their blows, he is slowly forced to walk backwards, lest the Orcs's attacks would hit him with full momentum and would be much harder to glance off of his weapons and plate. When the axes do make their impact, it is mostly dents in Ouranos' armor or cloth being cut and ripped. Though while his helmet was hit with a hard blow, his armor mostly held. Though luckily fatigue was not a thing Warforged had to suffer from, though if it had been one or two more Orcs fighting this ferociously or had their weapons been bigger he'd definitely start sustaining serious damage here. He wasn't one to be protecting himself with a shield like Lady Lilara would do so skillfully.
The Orcs though were sloppy in their swings, and the moment he finds a window, Ouranos seizes the oppurtunity. The Orc to the right had thrown an overhead hack which would surely fell a lesser man. Ouranos however, had intercepted the attack overhead and kept it high in the air while agressively parrying the attack from the left Orc to buy some time. He lifts up his heavy metal foot, and with devastating impact kicks straight at the right Orc's knee. The crack sounding through the air is unnerving as the Orc stumbles. He casts aside the overhead axe with his right blade, and aims it directly at the left Orc's head.
With a powerful stab he drives his weapon into the Orc's eye, and while pulling it out cut's it's throat with his left sword. Directly after he swings his right sword at the Orc, opening a massive gash in it's shoulder and follows it up with his left blade which he rams down that gash, breaking the Orc's collar bone and inflicting some brutal damage as blood comes spouting out. He forces the Orc to the ground by twitching his blade, and as it's head lays on the grass, he pulls out his sword, and curbstomps the Orc's head several times to make sure it stays down. After he's done, both Orcs lay beside him, their bodies wounded and faces mutilated and Ouranos' normally shining plate and swords painted red in their blood and at guard, ready to take on the next Orc he got in sight.
Ouranos dexteriously tries to parry both Orcs at once. And while somewhat able to deflect and cushion their blows, he is slowly forced to walk backwards, lest the Orcs's attacks would hit him with full momentum and would be much harder to glance off of his weapons and plate. When the axes do make their impact, it is mostly dents in Ouranos' armor or cloth being cut and ripped. Though while his helmet was hit with a hard blow, his armor mostly held. Though luckily fatigue was not a thing Warforged had to suffer from, though if it had been one or two more Orcs fighting this ferociously or had their weapons been bigger he'd definitely start sustaining serious damage here. He wasn't one to be protecting himself with a shield like Lady Lilara would do so skillfully.
The Orcs though were sloppy in their swings, and the moment he finds a window, Ouranos seizes the oppurtunity. The Orc to the right had thrown an overhead hack which would surely fell a lesser man. Ouranos however, had intercepted the attack overhead and kept it high in the air while agressively parrying the attack from the left Orc to buy some time. He lifts up his heavy metal foot, and with devastating impact kicks straight at the right Orc's knee. The crack sounding through the air is unnerving as the Orc stumbles. He casts aside the overhead axe with his right blade, and aims it directly at the left Orc's head.
With a powerful stab he drives his weapon into the Orc's eye, and while pulling it out cut's it's throat with his left sword. Directly after he swings his right sword at the Orc, opening a massive gash in it's shoulder and follows it up with his left blade which he rams down that gash, breaking the Orc's collar bone and inflicting some brutal damage as blood comes spouting out. He forces the Orc to the ground by twitching his blade, and as it's head lays on the grass, he pulls out his sword, and curbstomps the Orc's head several times to make sure it stays down. After he's done, both Orcs lay beside him, their bodies wounded and faces mutilated and Ouranos' normally shining plate and swords painted red in their blood and at guard, ready to take on the next Orc he got in sight.
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JustCallMeAimee
Shamu the Exasperating ignoramus
[QUOTE="Foxgirl Jay]
No Party
There's a lot of empty tables so late at night. Barthelmor has seen many, many people come to his tavern trying to be hidden or whatever. He always figures it's the safest bet to not talk to them, until they talked to him. But his mind wanders, wondering if it's the lone-wolf, the angry brooder or some fugitive of some sort. Ah, so many new colourful people in my tavern!
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Pulling her hood back walked to the tavern bar (guessing) where Barthelmor stood watching her, she looked down at him, "what drinks would you recommend?" Her tone was even and the movement of her mouth stretched the scar running down the left side of her face. She blinked watching him her milky blind eye followed the movements of her other one almost as if she could see through it.
No Party
There's a lot of empty tables so late at night. Barthelmor has seen many, many people come to his tavern trying to be hidden or whatever. He always figures it's the safest bet to not talk to them, until they talked to him. But his mind wanders, wondering if it's the lone-wolf, the angry brooder or some fugitive of some sort. Ah, so many new colourful people in my tavern!
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Pulling her hood back walked to the tavern bar (guessing) where Barthelmor stood watching her, she looked down at him, "what drinks would you recommend?" Her tone was even and the movement of her mouth stretched the scar running down the left side of her face. She blinked watching him her milky blind eye followed the movements of her other one almost as if she could see through it.
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Foxgirl Jay
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(Please reread my post, carefully. I stated in the first line "There's a lot of empty tables so late at night." @JustCallMeAimee )
Party 1
The only enemy's left are the two Orc's about to engage Lilara and the injured Druid, and a third Orc looking for revenge on Ouranous. He's taller than the average orc, and stronger looking as well. He wields a heavy-headed maul.
Lilara jumps in front of one of the engaging Orc's way. She can't hold off both at once, and can only hope that Connor can protect himself enough from the second. She's forced to be defensive, taking blow after numbing blow to her shield, stepping back from the strikes to dampen their strength. This'll likely be another one of those adventures, where at the end she won't be able to feel her shoulder arm. A small pittance compared to Connor's potential injury. The Orc grabs Lilara's shield, and has a moment of panic. She knows what is next, or can easily guess. She slips her arm out of her shields straps, almost in time to get it out before the Orc yanked the shield away. It painfully wrenched her arm, but the situation could be worse. She desperately dodges aside, and takes a pounding blow to her shoulder armor. The plate will not bend under the swords hammer-like blow, but the impact jarr's Lilara. She grabs her sword in both hands, and makes a swift upward strike, cutting a diagonal gash up the Orc's chest and arm.
Party 2
The dockworkers grunt in unison, and open the warehouse door. Immediately Sevar and Reeve can smell the stench of Kobold infestation; refuse, litter and the natural foul smell of the lizard-like creatures. But none are in sight. The immediate area inside of the crate-filled main room is clear of the creatures. But their yipping and skittering claws against stone come from further within. Normally the large empty room, lined with stairs and catwalks along the walls, half-way up to the ceiling would be easy to safely walk about. But all of the crates and barrels stacked make for a maze of alleys where an enemy could be hiding around any corner. "Silence your steps, and follow me." Sevar advises. He lowers in to a crouch, stalking close along the crate walls of the warehouse.
(The vampire is still in the tavern, but the person just isn't posting. If I don't get a post soon from him, I'm going to assume it's dead. @JustCallMeAimee )
Party 1
The only enemy's left are the two Orc's about to engage Lilara and the injured Druid, and a third Orc looking for revenge on Ouranous. He's taller than the average orc, and stronger looking as well. He wields a heavy-headed maul.
Lilara jumps in front of one of the engaging Orc's way. She can't hold off both at once, and can only hope that Connor can protect himself enough from the second. She's forced to be defensive, taking blow after numbing blow to her shield, stepping back from the strikes to dampen their strength. This'll likely be another one of those adventures, where at the end she won't be able to feel her shoulder arm. A small pittance compared to Connor's potential injury. The Orc grabs Lilara's shield, and has a moment of panic. She knows what is next, or can easily guess. She slips her arm out of her shields straps, almost in time to get it out before the Orc yanked the shield away. It painfully wrenched her arm, but the situation could be worse. She desperately dodges aside, and takes a pounding blow to her shoulder armor. The plate will not bend under the swords hammer-like blow, but the impact jarr's Lilara. She grabs her sword in both hands, and makes a swift upward strike, cutting a diagonal gash up the Orc's chest and arm.
Party 2
The dockworkers grunt in unison, and open the warehouse door. Immediately Sevar and Reeve can smell the stench of Kobold infestation; refuse, litter and the natural foul smell of the lizard-like creatures. But none are in sight. The immediate area inside of the crate-filled main room is clear of the creatures. But their yipping and skittering claws against stone come from further within. Normally the large empty room, lined with stairs and catwalks along the walls, half-way up to the ceiling would be easy to safely walk about. But all of the crates and barrels stacked make for a maze of alleys where an enemy could be hiding around any corner. "Silence your steps, and follow me." Sevar advises. He lowers in to a crouch, stalking close along the crate walls of the warehouse.
(The vampire is still in the tavern, but the person just isn't posting. If I don't get a post soon from him, I'm going to assume it's dead. @JustCallMeAimee )
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ToothierTurnip5
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Ozhr runs past a section of tents, glancing to his right as the shaman is set on fire. He continues running colliding into another Orc. The Orc roars a battlecry swinging his axe wildly at Ozhr. He answers with a roar of his own. As he leaps at the Orc it manages to bring his axe up, creating a gash on Ozhr's side before his throat is slit by Ozhr's teeth. When he pulls away, blood dripping from his face he looks at his wound. He growls at the pain, taking off back towards the group.
JustCallMeAimee
Shamu the Exasperating ignoramus
(Oh shit sorry about the first thing but I've reread their posts and they left the tavern...)
Foxgirl Jay
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(Sevar and Reeve are not vampires. The Vampire Desh's last post was a page ago, and much has happened since then.)shadowz1995 said:
JustCallMeAimee
Shamu the Exasperating ignoramus
[QUOTE="Foxgirl Jay](Sevar and Reeve are not vampires. The Vampire Desh's last post was a page ago, and much has happened since then.)
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(Ah I must've missed that one sorry I'll edit my post one sec)
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(Ah I must've missed that one sorry I'll edit my post one sec)
Foxgirl Jay
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(No worries. Busy threads get confusing, especially when people stop friggin posting >3< )
JustCallMeAimee
Shamu the Exasperating ignoramus
(I agree with that)
WrightyNo1
Previously Shay Wright
Party 2
Reeve does as Sevar says, crouching low, he know well how to silence his footsteps anyway. He had drawn both of his swords silently. The stench of the infestation was foul, which made him glad he wore a mask as he guessed it would be much more found without it. He scanned the room carefully, but again didn't see any Kobolds, however the sounds of them scuttling around the place clearly indicated that they were in there. He thought that there may not be too many, but then again they are lizard-like creatures so they could be anywhere. However from the sounds they made, they were most likely further into the warehouse at the far end.
Reeve turned in the opposite direction to Sevar, if they split up with either of them going different directions, they could cover more of the area.
(I also agree xD Just thought I'd pop in here xD )
Reeve does as Sevar says, crouching low, he know well how to silence his footsteps anyway. He had drawn both of his swords silently. The stench of the infestation was foul, which made him glad he wore a mask as he guessed it would be much more found without it. He scanned the room carefully, but again didn't see any Kobolds, however the sounds of them scuttling around the place clearly indicated that they were in there. He thought that there may not be too many, but then again they are lizard-like creatures so they could be anywhere. However from the sounds they made, they were most likely further into the warehouse at the far end.
Reeve turned in the opposite direction to Sevar, if they split up with either of them going different directions, they could cover more of the area.
(I also agree xD Just thought I'd pop in here xD )
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JustCallMeAimee
Shamu the Exasperating ignoramus
( xD , btw @Foxgirl Jay updated the post.)
Foxgirl Jay
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No Party
"Well... It depends on what you want." Barthelmor smiles. "And a good evening to you as well!" With a cheerful laugh. "I sell many drinks here. Stouts, ales, meads, wine, rums, whiskey, beer. If you just ask, I'm sure I've got it."
Party 2
Sevar is fine with splitting up. Easier to hide. He stalks off, seeming to blend with the warehouse shadows. He turns out of sigh, in to the maze of crates. Shortly after, the sound of a kobold choking on it's own blood softly echoes through the maze. When Reeve entered, it wouldn't take him long to find Kobolds. A group of four of the tiny 3ft tall creatures, rummaging through a busted open crate. Grain litters the floor around the crate. They're working together, shoveling the pilfered wheat grain in to sacks. After all, even monsters need to eat.
More sounds of fighting from within the crate maze. Sevar picking off lone kobolds, or taking on small groups alone. He's quite swiftly taking care of his side of the warehouse.
(I'll be focusing more on Reeves combat, instead of glossing over it like Sevars.)
"Well... It depends on what you want." Barthelmor smiles. "And a good evening to you as well!" With a cheerful laugh. "I sell many drinks here. Stouts, ales, meads, wine, rums, whiskey, beer. If you just ask, I'm sure I've got it."
Party 2
Sevar is fine with splitting up. Easier to hide. He stalks off, seeming to blend with the warehouse shadows. He turns out of sigh, in to the maze of crates. Shortly after, the sound of a kobold choking on it's own blood softly echoes through the maze. When Reeve entered, it wouldn't take him long to find Kobolds. A group of four of the tiny 3ft tall creatures, rummaging through a busted open crate. Grain litters the floor around the crate. They're working together, shoveling the pilfered wheat grain in to sacks. After all, even monsters need to eat.
More sounds of fighting from within the crate maze. Sevar picking off lone kobolds, or taking on small groups alone. He's quite swiftly taking care of his side of the warehouse.
(I'll be focusing more on Reeves combat, instead of glossing over it like Sevars.)
JustCallMeAimee
Shamu the Exasperating ignoramus
[QUOTE="Foxgirl Jay]
No Party
"Well... It depends on what you want." Barthelmor smiles. "And a good evening to you as well!" With a cheerful laugh. "I sell many drinks here. Stouts, ales, meads, wine, rums, whiskey, beer. If you just ask, I'm sure I've got it."
Party 2
Sevar is fine with splitting up. Easier to hide. He stalks off, seeming to blend with the warehouse shadows. He turns out of sigh, in to the maze of crates. Shortly after, the sound of a kobold choking on it's own blood softly echoes through the maze. When Reeve entered, it wouldn't take him long to find Kobolds. A group of four of the tiny 3ft tall creatures, rummaging through a busted open crate. Grain litters the floor around the crate. They're working together, shoveling the pilfered wheat grain in to sacks. After all, even monsters need to eat.
More sounds of fighting from within the crate maze. Sevar picking off lone kobolds, or taking on small groups alone. He's quite swiftly taking care of his side of the warehouse.
(I'll be focusing more on Reeves combat, instead of glossing over it like Sevars.)
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She brushed off his kindness and laughter as if it where a danger, "Wine, any type it won't really matter to me." She shrugged nodding her thanks in a half hearted gesture. Straightening she folded her arms along her chest and lent against the bar. Searching the mostly empty seats silently.
No Party
"Well... It depends on what you want." Barthelmor smiles. "And a good evening to you as well!" With a cheerful laugh. "I sell many drinks here. Stouts, ales, meads, wine, rums, whiskey, beer. If you just ask, I'm sure I've got it."
Party 2
Sevar is fine with splitting up. Easier to hide. He stalks off, seeming to blend with the warehouse shadows. He turns out of sigh, in to the maze of crates. Shortly after, the sound of a kobold choking on it's own blood softly echoes through the maze. When Reeve entered, it wouldn't take him long to find Kobolds. A group of four of the tiny 3ft tall creatures, rummaging through a busted open crate. Grain litters the floor around the crate. They're working together, shoveling the pilfered wheat grain in to sacks. After all, even monsters need to eat.
More sounds of fighting from within the crate maze. Sevar picking off lone kobolds, or taking on small groups alone. He's quite swiftly taking care of his side of the warehouse.
(I'll be focusing more on Reeves combat, instead of glossing over it like Sevars.)
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She brushed off his kindness and laughter as if it where a danger, "Wine, any type it won't really matter to me." She shrugged nodding her thanks in a half hearted gesture. Straightening she folded her arms along her chest and lent against the bar. Searching the mostly empty seats silently.
WrightyNo1
Previously Shay Wright
Party 2
Reeve listened to the sounds of fighting from the crate maze, it seemed like Sevar was quite experienced at dealing with Kobolds. Reeve sighed and noticed the group of 4 scavenging through a crate a couple of meters away. He stopped in his tracks and scanned the area around the creatures, there seemed to be no high ground he could take. It was possible he would have to take the four of them on head on, however he circled around the edge in the shadows. He made sure to be silent until one of them made a move.
(Okay that's fine)
Reeve listened to the sounds of fighting from the crate maze, it seemed like Sevar was quite experienced at dealing with Kobolds. Reeve sighed and noticed the group of 4 scavenging through a crate a couple of meters away. He stopped in his tracks and scanned the area around the creatures, there seemed to be no high ground he could take. It was possible he would have to take the four of them on head on, however he circled around the edge in the shadows. He made sure to be silent until one of them made a move.
(Okay that's fine)
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