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NotFishing

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Gaius

The door to the tavern slammed open, turning many a head, and in stepped a man clad in hooded red robes, with an ornate bastard sword sheathed at his left hip. The symbol of the God of Fire and Justice was clearly visible on his robes - a silver scale set in yellow and orange flame. A much smaller version of this sigil, only without the fire, was attached to a silver chain that hung from his neck.

He pulled down his hood to reveal a beard and a wide grin.

"By Arrus I need a drink!" He declared, much louder than necessary but addressed to no one in particular, as he swaggered on up to the bar and sat himself upon a stool. No doubt he would come across as obnoxious, and perhaps even attention seeking - between his entrance, outfit, and loud declarations, it was impossible not to notice him. He was clearly a man who either lacked self awareness or simply didn't give a damn about how others perceived him.

The journey had taken quite some time, but the circumstances that led him here could very likely be a sign from the Lord himself. After all, owls did not simply find random strangers and leave them messages. Of course, he did have to wonder why an owl was sent at all - phoenixes and eagles were generally the messengers of his God. Additionally, the scroll had made no claims of divinity, and on its own had nothing of interest beyond the words that were written on it. There was only one way to investigate the matter further, and that was to follow the directions.

He turned a brief glance towards the menu, squinting slightly as he stroked his beard, and then ordered a mug of the strongest substance he could find at a reasonable cost. The bartender nodded and poured it. Before the mug even touched the counter, Gaius had already placed his coin down and seized the mug from the barkeep's hands, before beginning the process of downing it in but a handful of gulps. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

17-Dec-2017 04:11:13

NotFishing

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Unfazed, he swiveled in his stool as he turned to address the rest of the bar with an amiable grin. "I'm looking-" belch! "-for some fellow named Windspeaker! Any of you him?" There was no sign of drunkenness in his voice or posture. Or at least, not yet. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

17-Dec-2017 04:11:18

George Rozas

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The sound of a horse's hooves clopping along the path was not new to Grog, he had seen many a horse in his wanderings, but most horses didn't normally sound so quiet. Thus, when the sound of clopping closed in the Orc turned from the hesitating bird-man and searched for the source - only for it to stop. Grog's brow furrowed as a spell of confusion struck him, for no matter which way he turned he could not spot any horses!

At least, not until a squeaky voice spoke from near the ground.

Grog looked down - there was the horse, a lot smaller than the other ones he'd seen, but riding said horse was a creature the Orc had not seen before. It was like the bird people, except a lizard-people instead, and really, really small - like a child. Grog blinked, the bird-man forgotten as his attention became fully turned upon the lizard-child and his small horse. He was being nice to Grog. That was appreciated.

" That right, owl wrote letter for Grog, " He replied with a nod, withdrawing the scroll case from the back of his trousers and making to remove the cap - presumably to pull out the letter. " Grog not know where tavern is... or where Grog is. Where Grog and tavern? " I am Inferi.

17-Dec-2017 04:27:11

Inferi

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Ak’syisi couldn’t help but smile at the orc. It didn’t matter that he didn’t seem to be too smart, because that wasn’t something that mattered as long as the heart of the person was in the right place. This orc didn’t seem rude or bad-tempered despite the fact that he seemed to be lost, either; good signs for a potential fellow member of a world-saving group. It reminded the kobold a bit of one of the adventurers that he had traveled with a while back, actually, and that wasn’t a bad thing either.

“

I believe the tavern you are seeking can be found up in that tree, the largest one you can see.

” he told the orc, pointing as he did so. While his hand barely poked past the end of the oversized sleeve, the general direction of the point was more than enough to make it clear where he was indicating. “

As for where you are, this is Eagle’s Peak. I know very little about it myself, but I am here for this meeting just as you are. Would you like to come with me? I was heading over to the tavern just now.

”

He would wait until getting an answer from the orc, and if it was an affirmative the pony would continue on the path that they had been on before stopping to speak. The pony would match the orc’s speed, and the kobold would say, “

I apologize for not introducing myself before. My name is Ak’syisi. It is nice to meet you.

” Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

17-Dec-2017 04:42:23

Azi Demonica

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Leon Del Monaco

So, an owl's letter to adhere. Well, whatever, the bird spent so much time following him, that Leon had to repay the interest given. He did not much care for Dendar or the end of the world, and did not even bother reading the letter till the end. A life of consistent difficulty created a kind of fatalism for him. If he dies, he dies. If he lives, well, there’s many more opportunities before death. He just had a feeling he was needed for whatever lied ahead.

Leon did not have the strength of an abnormally lucky Orc. He did not have a steed for transportation, nor was he interested in any of these Vaults. He was not as quick or precise as younger guys. He was not even open to talking to anyone, but he found his way. Having travelled and adventured quite a lot, he tended to have an idea of where places were, but caught a bad flu, which dulled his senses, painfully.

Amidst bad headaches, upset stomach, and sore eyes, and ignoring everyone, Leon nearly fumbled into the tavern, sometime after Gaius, who Leon did not bother noticing. The middle-aged, black-clad, caped fellow rather weakly and shakily took his seat at a solitary table. He wasn’t sure if there was a hat stand amongst the Kenku tavern, so he instead took his hat off and put it on his lap.

Moving his cloak around his shoulders to preserve warmth, as well as hide his two pistols sashed at his wait, Leon rested his elbows on the table, then rested his chin on a hand. His cup-hilted sword and sheath were still rather visible. The sickness and soreness was quite hellish to have, but Leon experienced much worse. He was accustomed to the cracking of firelocks, the smell of smoke and gunpowder, the sound of bullets whizzing passed ears, the thudding bullets made when hitting a friend, and the sounds of an agonizing death on the battlefield or after a brutal street fight. He just wanted to have a little rest.

17-Dec-2017 05:58:45 - Last edited on 18-Dec-2017 22:41:22 by Azi Demonica

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2011

Annie1227

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One night Annie was camping for the night from a long day's travel by the camp fire eating dinner a note fell on her lap. She picked up the letter and looked around to figure out where it came from. That's when an owl who was following her and keeping an eye on her for the last few nights was on a branch above her. She opened the letter and read it that has her name on it. It made her scared but she was curious to. She asked the owl in a scared voice,"How do I get to Twin Eagles Peak Tavern?" She looked in her back pack and realized her supply eyes are getting very very low. -Dances-

18-Dec-2017 04:36:49

George Rozas

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Grog followed the direction of the lizard-person's finger - perking up visibly when he realized how close he was to his destination. Not that the Orc had any idea how he had gotten so close when he had no idea where he'd been going, it seemed as though fate just worked out that way - or he was abnormally lucky. Lizard-man spoke to him again and Grog turned back, a gleeful smile reaching his face as he was given the offer.

" Grog like that, " He told the small horse rider, and off they went - the long strides of the massive Orc somewhat awkward for such a small legged pony to keep up with, but it was able to do so well enough it seemed. There was a momentary pause in their conversation as they started the short journey, not that Grog thought anything of it, he was just happy to meet someone friendly.

However, the lizard-man's introduction left Grog baffled as he attempted to repeat the difficult name.

" Akyi- Akisy- Akays- " Perhaps it would not be especially difficult to some, but the unfortunate Orc could not manage to get the tongue-twister of a name past his lips. He got frustrated quickly, and rather than continuing to attempt a name he couldn't pronounce he looked to his side, down at the small creature, and spoke with resolve. " Aki. "

Probably the closest he'd get.

" Grog is Grog. Nice meet Aki too. " I am Inferi.

18-Dec-2017 18:12:19

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2023

Chris Cook9

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@Annie

The girls words appear to reach the owl catching it's momentary attention, narrowly evading a tree branch by some hasty acrobatic feat. It lands shakily on the next branch along and pauses for a long moment to gather it's balance, seconds later it's ruffled wing extends to the West as she hoots down at the girl.

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@Infi and George

Prior to Ak’syisi arrival Grog finds the local population more agreeable of his kind than most, many of the Raptorans politely refuse to help him and quickly return back their business while Guards merely observe him from the cliff faces with hawkish eyes concealed beneath their winged helms.

Ak’syisi is received with ignorance, indeed many pay much heed to the Kobolds presence and those that do are far more concerned by the Orcish brute wandering the lower canyon in search of Grog, only occasionally is he met with a glance from the locals but they seem more curious than anything outwardly aggressive. Which may have been hardly surprising, it wasn't yet Spring and Raptorans were a mostly reclusive people who distanced themselves from the outside world as best they could. It seemed a prudent place to meet anyone providing they didn't cause any trouble.

---Tavern---

Gaius's arrival in the tavern is met by offward glances by a group of merchants and travellers exchanging stories of adventure and acquisition of rare treasures, a group that quickly ushers their tone with his demeanour dominating the room. The barkeep a Raptoran happily offers his services, but gives an almost quizzical look to his assistant when a bag of gold is presented but do not make any complaint as he takes it beneath the table.

Sorey meanwhile hearing this gentleman announce his name replies by raising a taloned hand from beneath his wings wrapped around him a cloak of feathers. A familiar owl talons wrapped into his shoulders, seated by an ashen fireplace and long table poised to seat seven including himself. "I am here friend."

18-Dec-2017 22:19:15

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2023

Chris Cook9

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Leon Del Monaco soon discovered the crow feathered Kenku stood at the end of his table, beady eyes staring down at the sickened warrior few in the tavern appeared willing to approach the well armed gentleman, but she'd seen many times worse and felt confident in approaching the isolated man.

"Sir are you unwell?" Mezu taking advantage of her ancestors gift of mimicry had adopted a more refined and clipped tone, one she had heard countless wealthy merchants and adventurers adopt in the past. She found people more receptive to something they may have recognised, "If so perhaps I might find the aeries healer, or have Makashal cook something up for you. He's famous around these parts for his goat stew..." She glanced back at Makashal and added in a more casual voice, "Although I wouldn't trust much else he makes."

"Oi! Don't you go cawing that to customers." Makashal warns shaking his head from behind the bar.

18-Dec-2017 22:34:49

Azi Demonica

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Leon

Staff resting against the edge of the table, Leon just realized another was seated at the table, one of the Kenku. Mezu proposed a healer and goat stew, Makashal not liking her warning of his cooking. Leon was a bit surprised, not expecting a non-human creature to notice a human was sickly.

“Thank-you for the offers, but I cannot eat anything right now, and I do not wish to be visited by unfamiliar folk. I will just have to sit through my ailments how I always have.” Leon replied nonchalantly. He then took out the letter the owl dropped him to read through it, to double-check that he had came to the right place.

“By any chance, do you happen to know who Sorey Windspeaker is?” Leon asked Mezi, and then...

18-Dec-2017 22:59:16 - Last edited on 18-Dec-2017 22:59:26 by Azi Demonica

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