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The receptionist at Maine Guild looked a tad perplexed at the four before her. The hobbit standing on the counter demanding jobs as if the ordeal was beneath him...
The Drow woman looking the part of a ranger or rogue...
The tall moose beastkin with a fine rapier and gravitas none could quite finger...
And a wood elf druid who seemed to be tagging along out of concern for the three strangers somewhat unique for the lands and city of Stelmaine...
Hobbits and beastkin are uncommon in the city but a drow is certainly a rare sight in human territory. Nevertheless the party of Whatever have now gotten four quests. They only need to complete three successfully to be officially recognised by the Maine Guild and Stelmaine kingdom at large as a proper party, with all the privileges and responsibility that brings.
Farfell read the four sheets quickly and smiled wide, jumping off the counter onto the chair and then the floor he addressed those following him. "Ladies and gentlemen, I suggest we bang these out quick smart so we can move onto bigger and better jobs. Shouldn't be to hard, ill list them off in the order I think we should take them...."
Raising one finger in the air he says
"Culling the horned wolf population in the farmlands, ten pelts or horns is proof for payment and we can do this travelling to the next two jobs ."
Putting another finger up and a third as he continues
"flying rat nest, this is by Lyonwet winery in the farmlands and there's also some bandits in the area strongarming nearby farms"
Fourth finger rising as he finishes
"and last is another flying rat nest, but this one is in a tavern on the outskirts of the city of Stelmaine... so on the way back to turn in the previous jobs we can smash one more and be done in less than a week if you ask me... though if you ask me Stelmaine being the names of this city aswell as the lands it resides in is Fucking stupid..."
Far grins whilst looking up at the elf women and the mooseman who towered over them all. The confidence disappeared for a moment as a brief bit of embarrassment crosses his face with a smidge of confusion as Farfell realised he hadn't asked the names of those gathered. The smile returns as he says "Forgive my excitement, I skipped introductions haven't I? I may have said already but my name is Farfell Swift. Farr or swifty is fine, what be the names of my esteemed company on this fine opportunity of a day?
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Goonfire
BloodLightning27
Marceline_idue
The four are still within Maine Guild, as this rp starts much like the check suggests with our characters meeting for the first time and accepting some quests. It's safe to say Farfell Swift introduced himself whilst giving a vague and somewhat inspired recruitment pitch, but once enough showed up to qualify as a party he would have herded them to the desk to kick off the adventure.
The Drow woman looking the part of a ranger or rogue...
The tall moose beastkin with a fine rapier and gravitas none could quite finger...
And a wood elf druid who seemed to be tagging along out of concern for the three strangers somewhat unique for the lands and city of Stelmaine...
Hobbits and beastkin are uncommon in the city but a drow is certainly a rare sight in human territory. Nevertheless the party of Whatever have now gotten four quests. They only need to complete three successfully to be officially recognised by the Maine Guild and Stelmaine kingdom at large as a proper party, with all the privileges and responsibility that brings.
Farfell read the four sheets quickly and smiled wide, jumping off the counter onto the chair and then the floor he addressed those following him. "Ladies and gentlemen, I suggest we bang these out quick smart so we can move onto bigger and better jobs. Shouldn't be to hard, ill list them off in the order I think we should take them...."
Raising one finger in the air he says
"Culling the horned wolf population in the farmlands, ten pelts or horns is proof for payment and we can do this travelling to the next two jobs ."
Putting another finger up and a third as he continues
"flying rat nest, this is by Lyonwet winery in the farmlands and there's also some bandits in the area strongarming nearby farms"
Fourth finger rising as he finishes
"and last is another flying rat nest, but this one is in a tavern on the outskirts of the city of Stelmaine... so on the way back to turn in the previous jobs we can smash one more and be done in less than a week if you ask me... though if you ask me Stelmaine being the names of this city aswell as the lands it resides in is Fucking stupid..."
Far grins whilst looking up at the elf women and the mooseman who towered over them all. The confidence disappeared for a moment as a brief bit of embarrassment crosses his face with a smidge of confusion as Farfell realised he hadn't asked the names of those gathered. The smile returns as he says "Forgive my excitement, I skipped introductions haven't I? I may have said already but my name is Farfell Swift. Farr or swifty is fine, what be the names of my esteemed company on this fine opportunity of a day?
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Goonfire
BloodLightning27
Marceline_idue
The four are still within Maine Guild, as this rp starts much like the check suggests with our characters meeting for the first time and accepting some quests. It's safe to say Farfell Swift introduced himself whilst giving a vague and somewhat inspired recruitment pitch, but once enough showed up to qualify as a party he would have herded them to the desk to kick off the adventure.
