Sky Blue
Digizel
Mixtape Ghost N
pugbutter
Garth
rush99999
Birdboy
Ignorancebliss@rush99999
Having spent the night in the Drunken goose, you know this particular half-elf to be the own of the very establishment: Chayenne Silvermist. She is a fine specimen of a woman: tall and lean with well kept auburn hair that falls to her shoulder blades straight. Her skin is fair, an old olive color as it mixes her mother and high elf father's skin colors into one. Her eyes where wide and ambitious, a sea of pale blue in between her nose and eyebrows. Various stories about her and her brother were spouted by the older tavern drinkers that night, including how they got the name for the bar after her brother tried to fight off a goose who had drinken from a barrel of grain that wasn't properly sealed during a storm and gotten absurdly drunk. Strangely, her brother was nowhere to be found, nor her father. On occasion, an old lady who the others met with respect would come downstairs and talk with the drunkards. Even in their stupor, they remained on their best behavior around her. Rumor has it that she was a strong warrior back in the day, and with cheer strength and her magic belt, managed to to uproot a storm giant from his fighting stance.
Your drinking ability, generosity and merriment last night has not gone unnoticed. The town has come to enjoy you more than most adventurers and sailors who stop by. So far they claim you are the most generous newcomer yet. From your night of mingling, you faintly remember a few things spoken about the town. For one, to the eastern section of town is a temple you heard referred to as the temple of eternal hunger. You have heard adventurers come through looking to try at an ancient fortress not more than a days trip from town, and that royal forces have barely gotten through the first section of this area. You heard other rumors that were a bit more fun as well: stories of how one of the halflings has been meeting with an Ogre and how when he offered it a flower the thing ate it. Or how the blacksmith has been to the doctor on multiple occasions when he sits down on some of the nails he makes. Stories of your own tales seem to amaze them, rarely do they hear true adventuring stories or heroic military conquest in these simple places.
Having spent the night in the Drunken goose, you know this particular half-elf to be the own of the very establishment: Chayenne Silvermist. She is a fine specimen of a woman: tall and lean with well kept auburn hair that falls to her shoulder blades straight. Her skin is fair, an old olive color as it mixes her mother and high elf father's skin colors into one. Her eyes where wide and ambitious, a sea of pale blue in between her nose and eyebrows. Various stories about her and her brother were spouted by the older tavern drinkers that night, including how they got the name for the bar after her brother tried to fight off a goose who had drinken from a barrel of grain that wasn't properly sealed during a storm and gotten absurdly drunk. Strangely, her brother was nowhere to be found, nor her father. On occasion, an old lady who the others met with respect would come downstairs and talk with the drunkards. Even in their stupor, they remained on their best behavior around her. Rumor has it that she was a strong warrior back in the day, and with cheer strength and her magic belt, managed to to uproot a storm giant from his fighting stance.
Your drinking ability, generosity and merriment last night has not gone unnoticed. The town has come to enjoy you more than most adventurers and sailors who stop by. So far they claim you are the most generous newcomer yet. From your night of mingling, you faintly remember a few things spoken about the town. For one, to the eastern section of town is a temple you heard referred to as the temple of eternal hunger. You have heard adventurers come through looking to try at an ancient fortress not more than a days trip from town, and that royal forces have barely gotten through the first section of this area. You heard other rumors that were a bit more fun as well: stories of how one of the halflings has been meeting with an Ogre and how when he offered it a flower the thing ate it. Or how the blacksmith has been to the doctor on multiple occasions when he sits down on some of the nails he makes. Stories of your own tales seem to amaze them, rarely do they hear true adventuring stories or heroic military conquest in these simple places.