The Starstone Chronicles

[Pure Calcium]

Tavern
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Ranger​

Neebs heads to the local tavern of Old Sehir holding his bow. Outside the door stands a man dressed in a dark green cloak with the hood pulled down over his face. He looks up to Neebs as he approaches and smiles. He is a thin but lean man with a strongly defined jawline. Neebs can see the stubble on his face as the elf draws nearer, but more importantly, the wood elf notices his eyes. One is a deep dark brown, the other a shining gold. "Greetings. I figured you'd be coming here. Looking to make some extra money?" he asks. His hand moves to his belt where the wood elf can see a large coin purse strapped to it. The elf responds "Depends, what kind of work is it?"

 

[PenguinFox]

The man smirks at you. "You ask questions. That's good, but you're asking the wrong questions. What kind of work doesn't matter. What matters is the pay. Everyone has a price. What's yours?" he looks you up and down for a moment. "Money? Revenge? Fame? Anything you name I can offer." he thinks for a moment before continuing. "Now I know this sounds too good to be true, and vaguely demonic, but it's nothing like that, honest." he smiles and raises his hands up innocently. "I work for a business that has a lot of interest in your future." he glances down at a pocket watch for a moment. "Let's cut to the chase shall we? Tell me, do you believe in fate?" his eyebrow arches curiously. Pure Calcium

 

[Pure Calcium]

Tavern
PenguinFox

Neebs replies back by saying "Why would I need any of those things" in his slight southern sounding accent. "And what are you going to do?" "Take my soul?". Neebs says one final sentence. "Yes I do believe in fate" ​