Misadventures in Muddale (RP thread)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Chulanowa on 06-08-2018, 10:22:35</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Misadventures in Muddale (RP thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 10:22:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/23/92/04/239204f4b89b30f13e65f515c0fb74f3.jpg)</div><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It's been a long road southwest from your latest escapade. Whatever it was the four of you did, it left you penniless, save for the gear in your packs and the shirts on your backs. Aside from the occasional freindly wagon, it's all been on foot, camping under the pine boughs along Delimbiyr river, gnawing pemmican and stale biscuit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was nearing nightfall and a chilly drizzle was starting to fall as you reached a town that had the gumption to call itself "Muddale." It was ringed by sheep pastures on one side, and the river on the other, and once you got past those shepherd's cottages, the road (more of a path really) gave way from sticky red mud to heavy wooden slats. It wasn't a large village, but seemed to have all the sorts of businesses a settlement would need to be self-sustaining. It even had several inns!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The Prancing Heron refused to open its door to four clearly penniless stragglers<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The wiry man with heavy moustaches who opened the Dagger Rock Tavern's doors took one look at Zebrun, sneered, and slammed the door shut.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the Merry Kettle, a woman who seemed ancient enough to be your grandma's grandma opened the door... and walked past you, out into the rain. She was followed quickly by a young man who apologized, said they were closed to visitors (and the lack of any patrons inside seemed to back that up), but suggested you try the Happy Ogre before ushering his mother back in side, gently chiding her about wandering off.<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/e9/e6/c5e9e674dca6db7b7d031fcecee763b6.jpg)</div><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As it turns out the Happy Ogre was all the way on the far side of town, not far from the mill. It was actually far enough out that it was almost outside the town. It was a large building, more like some northern lodgehouse, hewn of fresh pine timbers, joined and sealed with the town's famous mud. Even through those thick walls you can hear the noise from within; laughter, yells, strains of music. Coming around front, you see a heavy wooden plank, carved with the words "Grog's Happy Ogre Townhouse. Everyone Welcome." Beyond that, the broad doors are open, and the scent of hot stew comes wafting out. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/1c/d0/981cd0c55faac02290b608f3923e5dfb.jpg)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As you step inside though, a wall moves in front of you, blocking your immediate view into the tavern... At least it could be a wall, until you notice it has four limbs and a face. The man must be eight feet tall, built like three brick shithouses someone taped together, with ruddy pink skin, coarse close-cropped hair on a lumpy head, several jutting yellow fangs, and piercing red eyes under heavy brows. He takes his time in looking the four of you over, one after another, clearly sizing you up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misadventures in Muddale (RP thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ampere</strong> on <strong>07-08-2018, 09:33:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/540bcd47e4b0387389f42fc2/540be933e4b01f1007d19695/540bea1fe4b0240505783d72/1410066976540/false_covenant.jpg?)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kaitlyn Tanner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291221.msg14299176#msg14299176)</div><br>Kaitlyn gave the man-mountain her brightest smile. She judged that flirting probably wouldn't be that believable, but the sign did say 'Everyone Welcome'. <br><br>"Good day," the rogue began, "Do you, perchance have room for four, road weary travellers? We're sore and hungry from our adventures, each of us with a powerful thirst. I'd tell you the tale of how we got here, but the long journey has left me far too parched."<br><br>She stopped talking then, waiting to see if the doorman would judge them worthy of entry. At the same time, she tried to take his measure. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Kaitlyn rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Insight roll<br>Result: 18, <br>Total: 18</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misadventures in Muddale (RP thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 21:22:50</strong>
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				Zelbrun Cursebroken (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291221.msg14305734#msg14305734)<br><br>Zelbrun walked with the rest of his companions. An odd bunch they were but no less effective. They had a very specific set of skills and they were getting better and better at using them. As it was he was simply taking in the sight of the massive man currently standing in front of the tavern. An odd choice to have unless they were particularly worried about someone robbing them or the like. Not that it mattered much to him. Zelbrun stared the man down showing no fear or worry.<br><br>Zelbrun shrugged. For the time being he was content to let any more talking be done by the rogue. She was better at sweet talking her way into and out of places after all. He was just there for when things went wrong. While he had long accepted that his being a Hobgoblin did not do him favors he was not going to let it stop him either. They would understand in time that he was not a cursed being. If he chose to stay here long enough. He nodded to Caitlyn since she was taking point on this and just crossed his arms. If he really wanted to push it then he would have an exceptionally poor time of it.<br><br>He casually looked to their other two companions to see what they were thinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misadventures in Muddale (RP thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 20:47:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The big guy crosses his arms and looks down his rather fat nose, all the way down to Kaitlyn. His arms are crossed, the scarred muscles standing out like logs in their own right. "And you thought that meant <em>everyone</em>?" he rumbled in a voice that you could feel as much as hear. His thick lip tightens over his fangs... and Kaitlyn, perceptive as she is... can tell this fellow is having her on and is trying very hard to hold in a grin. When he sees she's not buying the act, he lets it through. he doesn't have a <em>pretty</em> smile, but it's absolutely genuine. <strong>"Welcome to the Happy Ogre. Sorry about the look, gotta keep up appearances, y'know."</strong> He laughs, loudly, and it seems a few patrons join in. He sweeps one of those tree-trunk arms for them to pass into the common room. <strong>"I'm Grog, and there's always a roof and hearth for the weary and hungry here. <em>Whoever</em> they may be."</strong> There's a tightness in that last sentence, but it doesn't seem directed at the four of you.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Mary!"</strong> he calls out, waving an oar-like hand at a <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">freckled blonde serving girl</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/10/f6/5c/10f65c6fb971ce2a58a8e83664010f61.jpg)</div></div>, who hustles over. <strong>"Mary, m'gel, see if you can't find a spot for these four and their sore backsides, huh?"</strong> he looks the four of you over scrutinizingly, from the weapons you carry (which he doesn't ask you to unhand or anything...) to the lean look to you and the mud on your clothes. <strong>"One round of ale and stew on the house, Mary will get you whatever you like past that,"</strong> he rumbled in what passed for a quiet voice for him. As you pass, he would gave Zelbrun a nod and a firm (but not hard) clap on the shoulder.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Inside the tavern is... surprisingly raucus and diverse for such a small town. Most of the people within are human, although a few half-orcs mingle about, and over in yon corner a tiefling and a cobalt-blue scaled dragonborn seem to be havign a heated debate, loud enough for her deep voice to be heard in snippets above the din. The staff behind the counter and in the kitchen (when you see them) seem to be half-ogres same as your host. The servers are a handful of young men and women, all human, and apparently all used to dodging around the occasional pinch or pat from an overly friendly patron. At the far end of the lodge, a raised stage houses a <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">silver-haired elf girl</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/011/037/397/large/tatiana-hordiienko-d.jpg?1527543232)</div></div> who's playing and dancing her heart out on something that seems half sea shanty, half gymnastics routine, much to the apaprent enjoyment of the seats nearest her. The whole air of the establishment seems to be that of a bunch of farmers and laborers letting their laces out and enjoying someone else's cooking. As you all head in, you <em>do</em> get stares... well, mostly Krua, the Aarakocra apparently being far beyond the norm even in this place.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once you're seated, Mary pulls a slate from the sleeve at her belt. "Ale and stew for all; it's mutton, of course. Will there be anything else?" Her bright green eyes dart between you all, dropping to her slate after falling on Miriam. "Maybe something for those backsides Mr. Grog mentioned?" she offered without looking up, though a teasing smile plays on her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Misadventures in Muddale (RP thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ampere</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 21:44:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://static1.squarespace.com/static/540bcd47e4b0387389f42fc2/540be933e4b01f1007d19695/540bea1fe4b0240505783d72/1410066976540/false_covenant.jpg?)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kaitlyn Tanner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291221.msg14299176#msg14299176)</div>Kaitlyn allowed her face to split into a wide grin, which imperfectly mirrored Grog's. <br><br>"Thank you, Grog," the rogue chuckled. "That's mighty big of you." <br><br>Following their now amiable host, Kaitlyn let her gaze take in the other occupants. She swung onto one of the barstools, and turned to watch the elven dancer, a look of what might've been nostalgia on her sharp features. One hand began to tap unconsciously against her thigh, finding the rhythm in a different kind of entertainment than the one with which she was most familiar.<br><br>"Sounds perfect," Kaitlyn agreed, turning for a minute to address the serving girl directly. <br><br>Very casually, Kaitlyn allowed her attention to drift over to the arguing dragonborn, trying to pick out any of the juicier snippets. Indiscrete people often had the most fascinating conversations and she needed something to occupy her mind while they waited for their apparently free food and drink. 
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