<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f1/4c/81/f14c81c573fe2faade44fef000391ab8.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name</strong>Gil Roseapple<br/><strong>Character location</strong>Taproom of the Roadside inn, then on the road<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>GM, Ye'me, everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Gill looked at Alrun as he tried to turn her quip back on her. "Yeeeah, just told you what I'm up to, Robes." She sniffed, and relaxed her stance a bit. "Now how about that mug of..." But "Robes" was already swishing past her, after the half-orc. "Son of a..." She scowled after him, then turned back, to find Ye'me taking what had to be the most<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">patronizing stance possible</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/001/269/306/43c.png)</div></div>to talk to a halfling. Her fingers tightened on her crossed arms, and she stepped close enough that her nose almost touched his, smirking. "Yeah, that's what I hear. Don't kid yourself though, size helps too." Her eyes glanced down to the exposed chest, then back up with lifted brows. "Maybe we can spar sometime."<br/><br/>After the others had all filtered out, Gil sighed, and started for the bar. She clambered onto one of the stools there, and rug in her coin purge for a few coppers, clicking them together to get the barman's attention. When he came over, he put both hands on the bar and leaned towards him, locking eyes. "Alright fat man, look. I've got a powerful thirst, and i'm not getting out of here until it's wetted. You can pour me an ale for the road, or I can come back there, have a five minute chat with your balls," she flexed her coin-hand, popping all five knuckles, "And pour my own. Whadd'ya say?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Intimidate</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm taking disadvantage, because she's still a halfling, in a taproom full of burly plough-chasers...<br/><br/>At 2018-05-28 23:44:52, Gil (uid: 27361) rolls: 2d20 Result: 27 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120414) - the lowest of the two is 9, so...</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Gil's exit from the bar was noisy. She was cussing in the way only someone who's slept in the eaves of a dockside tannery can swear, including more than a few choice samples in languages she doesn't actually know. Burt, the proprietor had her grasped by the wrists and belt, and though her kicks into his stomach caused a few grunts, he seemed undettered, and physically<em>tossed</em>Gil out of his establishment. To her credit, she hit the dirt road in a roll, immediately scooping up a clod, and throwing it back; the dirtball burst harmlessly on Burt's apron.<strong>"And <em>stay</em> gone, you little rat!"</strong>He bellowed, to the laughter of soem watching patrons.<br/><br/>Scowling, Gil picked herself up, made a rude gesture, and straightened herself as best she could, strolling towards the rest of the party like nothing happened. "What are you all gawking at? We're supposed to be finding a cave, right, well, let's find a fuckin' cave." With the back of one raggedy-gloved hand, she rubbed some "dirt" from her eyes and fell in. "C'mon, there's coin laying unattended."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Evidently Gil's ego recovered easily after such a bruising, and she strolled at a quicker pace to keep up with the others and their long legs. "Why would we need a name?" She asked, with a lifted brow. "Are we going to franchise or something? Thought this was a one-time caving job..." She looked back at the others, turning on her heel and pacing backwards to take them all in. "How about... Knife-Fight and the Seven Dorks?" A good-natured grin was flashed at anyone who caught that, before turning back around. She somehow<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">didn't notice</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-05-28 23:57:22, Gil (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120415)</div></div>Robes' pleasure at escaping notice... Maybe she was so used to that herself that it didn't pass notice from others.<br/><br/>"Smells like it's about to get wet out here pretty soon..." she called out, as if she were the first to notice. she must be, no one else has mentioned it. "Are we close to this cave, Robes, or should we find some shelter 'neath the trees?" Regardless of answer, she slowed her own pace, to let her legs rest a little, which put her about next to Ye'me, giving the barbarian a nudge to the thigh with her elbow. "Hey, question... What the hell is<em>that</em>for?" She nudged said thigh again, specifically on the strip of scale mail that's just there like a broad garter. "Hiding an embarassing tattoo?" She grinned up at the redhead.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-05-29 00:09:01, Gil (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120418)</div></div>