Assallya

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"Let's go outside and talk this over..."

--The words of every backstabbing bully ever!

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With the Barbarian's outburst nearly all activity ceased. All eyes, including that the blue gray eyes of the dancing girl were locked on the sudden drama being played out before them. For most, there was something of anticipation. Lizard folk weren't exactly human after all and not in the way of an elf or a dwarf. They were- "less" than other races, on par with goblins and other fell creatures.

For herself, the dancing girl chose not to intervene. She wasn't sure she wished to involve herself with a boorish barbarian warrior and a inebriated soldier lizard who had both made it quite clear there was a bounty on a mage's head to be had to every single person in the establishment. That had been unwise.

Silently, she pondered the odds of the barbarian slitting the lizard's throat and finally wagered that he wouldn't. She was no expert on barbarian tribes but most had a devotion to obscure honour codes. She supposed he likely would find no "honour" in the deed. Unlike herself who couldn't give one whit about honour and would gladly knife someone in the back or poison their ale.

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Dancing Girl

A girl danced upon a table, her bare feet deftly stepping between the half quaffed ales and flatware. She twisted and undulated, her long ebony tresses flowing down around her slender shoulders while her anklets, bracelets and coins sewn into her dress chimed softly to her movements. She was covered in jewelry. Copper and bronze mainly, housing mere semi precious stones. They were tools of the trade, catching the light and drawing attention. Each, alone, was worth little but in total would likely be a week's salary for a common labourer.

She had arrived earlier that day to the small town atop a vardo wagon and had set up shop selling odd trinkets and potions with dubious magical powers purportedly bringing luck, fertility or one of a dozen other nebulous benefits or forfending horrible outcomes. Many debated the accuracy of any of her statements but it did not stay the crowed of lusting men from browsing her wares.

Now, she had closed her wagon and come into the Shit Faced Tavern and had begun to dance. Already she had made a fair bit of coin. Many eyes had switched to the mammoth of a barbarian that had just entered and she found herself momentarily jealous and she found herself undulating her hips, shaking them rapidly to catch the firelight on her bangles and steal the attention back to herself. Still, it didn't prevent her from eavesdropping. It was difficult over the rowdy crowd. He said something about seeking someone out and being a mercenary. It sounded, from what she could gather, that this barbarian was some sort of bounty hunter.

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Characters ranging from lords and ladies to brigands and cutthroats; immortality not included.

How do you intend to balance the myriad magical abilities so that generic wizards don't pull multiple immunities out of their buttocks on a regular basis?

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

By Cyric's black balls, who let the doily whipped, virgin princess of a knight into the room?

Assallya had been about to argue precisely that and barter for more coin. After all, the entire point of such risk taking was looting the bones of long fallen civilizations. Kings and Lords of this era were notoriously tight fisted with their coin. If they couldn't empty out their own purses then why not pilfer a little something on the side while doing great heroic deeds.

The blonde elf girl considered. She had originally considered playing at being the foolish simpleton girl that the men would feel obliged to protect but with the roguish woman and now this plated spoilsport ruining the fun there seemed to be little point to that tactic. Maintaining her assumed erect posture and regal demeanor she added a a noble's flair for the dramatic. It didn't quite fit the loose blouse but thankfully her colourful skirts were beneath the table.

"What need do the dead have their spoils?" the gypsy girl asked, tilting her head and peering back at the most unwelcome visitor with a smile that was entirely a lie, "I would argue that there are a great many orphans you could support with your gains or are you claiming that the moldering remains have more need of it than they? That would be quite immoral would it not? Sacrificing all those poor orphans on the altar of someone's selfish notions of idealism.

"Sir," she continued, addressing the Lord of Griffonwatch Keep, "I would say three hundred pieces of gold and exemption from taxes all manner of treasures we may stumble upon in our journeys."

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

While it is very much the central tenet of all things Dwarven to be miners there are a few small clans that have taken to farming life. Usually these clans are looked down upon with disdain for they likely lost their mines to orcish invaders (or Smaug!) in the past or, quite possibly, the mineral veins dried up. I've sometimes used the background of searching for a new mine as an impetus for a character's adventuring abroad.

There are also tradesmen who travel abroad with the mine's wares. After all, you simply can't trust a human to give you a fair price for your ingots and gems when you're located inside a remote mountain. "Here's two bags of oats. Give me a gold ingot!"

There's also a tale of one group of dwarves in southern Faerun that live in something similar to the grand canyon, only deeper, and they literally live in the walls of it. I can't remember their names as it has been a decade but it's a very atypical twist on the common mine.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

So Trump style speech. Good English!

Amazing... The president elect can't even speak his native language and people wonder why I retreat to fantasy realms.

Heroes of the Multiverse (Crossovers)

I do believe that is a typo and meant to be the Fantastic Four given its placement in the list. I'm not entirely sure but I feel confident in the assumption.

Heroes of the Multiverse (Crossovers)

I'll participate but I can't start until January fifth.

At which point the Prince, who is Time Lord, swordsman, rogue and charlatan, would be at your service.