Frog DogAlright, so that should give y'all a bit more time to interact amongst yourselves (in potatochipgolem's case, it depends how long it takes for his errand to get done), and gives Riknas time to catch up so we can discuss things.
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Before Thaler had a chance to respond, the pale bastard standing next to him felt the need to have his say. "We're out of rum," he said, let his seething irritation settle into mild simmer. "There's a tavern a block down from here that sell's some cheap shit. If you want in this building, you're going get me a crate of it."
"The rest of you can show yourselves in. You can toss your shit by whichever bunk you soddin' please. When you're ready to talk, I'll be napping in the mess."
He turned around and took a few haggard steps inward. "Big guy with the sword, don't let the tough guy in until he's done with his first big assignment."
"The rest of you can show yourselves in. You can toss your shit by whichever bunk you soddin' please. When you're ready to talk, I'll be napping in the mess."
He turned around and took a few haggard steps inward. "Big guy with the sword, don't let the tough guy in until he's done with his first big assignment."
Alright, I went ahead and posted. I figure this next series of posts will be a bit shorter as they'll be mostly conversational, but once I get y'all settled, it won't be long before things get going.
Thaler was browsing the mess room stores when he heard a knock at the door. They were fairly basic. Dried meet, preserved cheese, and a few casks of watered down ale adorned the shelves of a small pantry. “Not enough rum…” he mused. The long-necked bottle in his hand had just enough for a swallow resting at its bottom. When the heavy thuds reached him, he perked up. He hadn’t expected anyone today, but Brint had put the flyers out a few days prior. Maybe someone bit.
His job in this operation was simple. He was still the Viscount’s man in this deal, but as he had promised months ago, he was going to make the best use of his position by serving as an advisor to Brint and a teacher to the new recruits.
Brint had asked him why he hadn’t just taken the post himself. The truth was, beyond that first encounter, the one that left an empty hole at the city’s heart, Thaler didn’t have much experience in regards to killing monsters and demons. Jalen Brint did. He could tell them about the city though. Give them information about the area and inform them on the social and political issues that affected the region. He could, theoretically, procure resources as needed, and still had several connections within the guards—as well as some of the city’s less savory individuals.
“I’m coming,” he hollered down the hall.
Thaler’s bottle clinked as he set it down, and he hoisted up his sheathed blade from its resting spot in the corner of the room. He wasn’t particularly worried, but you could never be too cautious. Besides, he had already stripped off his armor in favor of a more casual tunic and boots.
He strode through the building, passed the library, armory, and living quarters, and walked into the front of the establishment. Fumbling with the latch, he unhitched it and pulled the door in just as a sallow looking fellow in nice, but worn clothes came jaunting through. Thaler stared at him and then looked out at the others. A huge fucker with a huge sword, a tall lass that looked a bit bookish, and a tough looking woman who probably carried an axe too many.
They all paused as he took them in.
“You’re all here about the jobs I take it?”
They didn’t respond all at once. Before they could, he turned to the intruder. “And who the fuck said your skinny ass could just walk right in? You just let strangers jaunt up into your fucking property?” Honestly, Thaler wasn’t too upset about it, but he felt a headache coming on.
His job in this operation was simple. He was still the Viscount’s man in this deal, but as he had promised months ago, he was going to make the best use of his position by serving as an advisor to Brint and a teacher to the new recruits.
Brint had asked him why he hadn’t just taken the post himself. The truth was, beyond that first encounter, the one that left an empty hole at the city’s heart, Thaler didn’t have much experience in regards to killing monsters and demons. Jalen Brint did. He could tell them about the city though. Give them information about the area and inform them on the social and political issues that affected the region. He could, theoretically, procure resources as needed, and still had several connections within the guards—as well as some of the city’s less savory individuals.
“I’m coming,” he hollered down the hall.
Thaler’s bottle clinked as he set it down, and he hoisted up his sheathed blade from its resting spot in the corner of the room. He wasn’t particularly worried, but you could never be too cautious. Besides, he had already stripped off his armor in favor of a more casual tunic and boots.
He strode through the building, passed the library, armory, and living quarters, and walked into the front of the establishment. Fumbling with the latch, he unhitched it and pulled the door in just as a sallow looking fellow in nice, but worn clothes came jaunting through. Thaler stared at him and then looked out at the others. A huge fucker with a huge sword, a tall lass that looked a bit bookish, and a tough looking woman who probably carried an axe too many.
They all paused as he took them in.
“You’re all here about the jobs I take it?”
They didn’t respond all at once. Before they could, he turned to the intruder. “And who the fuck said your skinny ass could just walk right in? You just let strangers jaunt up into your fucking property?” Honestly, Thaler wasn’t too upset about it, but he felt a headache coming on.
Hey, the guy can do what he wants. He might just get a good cussing for it though, lol.
@potatochipgolemGo ahead and Edit your post. Mysaren's character was there as well.
Hey, just as a clarification, I think y'all might be overestimating the instances of monster attacks. The shit is more common than other places will typically encounter, but some of those places don't deal with it at all. People aren't quite disappearing from werewolves every night.
No need to really change anything so far, but I just wanted you to be aware.
Just because there are thousands of sharks just off the coast of the Florida panhandle doesn't mean someone gets bit everyday. Good stuff overall though.
No need to really change anything so far, but I just wanted you to be aware.
Just because there are thousands of sharks just off the coast of the Florida panhandle doesn't mean someone gets bit everyday. Good stuff overall though.
@EschatologistI wouldn't sweat it. Responses aren't expected to be too long. We cut down on the Thaler's introduction as not to make the initial post too long.
I most start putting more stuff up in the OOC just so we've got an appendix to refer back to.
I most start putting more stuff up in the OOC just so we've got an appendix to refer back to.
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Good question. There aren't actually other races besides the human ones.
Go head and put something up if you still want in. I'll take a look.
For the rest of you, I'll have more to say on the IC once I get done with my run.
@Drache I thought I had answered your question.
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