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I wouldn't worry about it. This is the "everybody meets" section, you may just be the life of the party. ;)
Harvan gingerly pulled the silk pouch from beneath his chair and opened it up. He had a little experience working with elven silk from his time with caravans and even though he knew it was strong Harvan felt almost unworthy to handle it.

All of the items were in the pouch as promised. He turned everything over one at a time. Everything was masterfully crafted and Harvan was stunned at the ability of the elves. The detail on everything was amazing, especially the amulet. That amulet is what he was most interested in. Harvan gently put the necklace around his neck, then, looking around quickly to make sure no one was watching, cupped his hands over his eyes to block out as much light as possible. He was unsure but for a second he could swear he could make out the wrinkles of his fingers better than before. He quickly became unsure, realizing he didn't try without the necklace on. Harven dropped his hands and started to take the necklace off when he felt someone brush past him. Looking up he saw the giant of an elf ducking beams on his way to the battlemage.

Harvan quickly tucked the necklace under his shirt and collected the rest of his belongings and followed the giant. Coming up behind the giant and battlemage Harvan heard low threatening tones coming from the giant of a man and Harvan turned right around. He was feeling more and more over his head. These were adventurers. He did not know what the two men were talking about but he could only imagine the stories they must be trading. Harvan had seen his share of adversity and battle but he was no adventurer. This felt like the start of one of the epic tales his grandmother used to tell him. While Harvan had always enjoyd pretending to be on a grand adventure he never really thought he would ever JOIN one!

Smoothing his hair Harvan surveyed the crowd before approaching the talkative man. Harvan was unused to adventuring but he did know people, and this man was deliberatly making an ass of himself or Harvan would turn over his halberd and take up a hoe for the rest of his life. And really, Harvan decided, someone like that would make for a good way to meet everyone else. Harvan would just need to keep a sharp watch out, you didn't make an obvious fool of yourself unless you had something to hide.

Finishing his drink Harvan approached the man. "Hello," Harvan extended his hand. "Harvan Diehl. Sounds like you are all in on this adventure. I'll be honest, I've travelled a lot but I haven't been part of an undertaking like this before. You seem like the... friendliest one here." Harlan's eyes darted over to the giant of a man and formerly blood covered wizard. "What do you make of this little collection of souls?"
Harvan sat back in his corner chair and thought about what he had just heard. When he received the letter from the Queen Harvan had just assumed it was a recruitment effort for guardsmen, either on the road or in the townships of the southlands. Harvan had been travelling around the North for a few years now, guarding caravans until he made enough to take the pass south to Riverhope. He had seen a couple of familiar faces in the city and assumed that they had put in a good word for him. This was full scale adventuring though, something Harvan had never done before.

Harvan took a moment to look around the table. He was glad that the Queen's sister, Vanya was her name, had cleaned up the blood covered mage. Harvan had been covered in blood his fair share of times, but there is a difference between being covered in something and wallowing in it. Aside from the mage, who made Harvan uncomfortable, he felt fairly at ease in this group. Harvan didn't consider himself an adventurer and picked at his clothing nervously. Harvan stopped suddenly, smoothing the white and green cloth. He decided the question was, would he be needed? It looked to him that most of the people around the table would be able to take care of themselves but that didn't mean he wouldn't be of use.

The half-elf woman and the priest, Mira and Settione if he heard correctly, both looked very scrappy, they probably wouldn't need much assistance. The knight looked, well, like a knight. No need for Harvan's assistance there. The Queen's sister radiated power and Harvan felt like she had no use for a boy such as himself waiting at her heel. There was also the wood elf in scale armor, not someone who looked particularly helpless. Harvan made a note to ask the elf about the nature of the creature he was wearing before he left, there had to be a great tale behind that. There was also a nervous looking mercanary fellow. He was probably fine on his own, though he looked the most approachable to Harvan. Out of all of the group he looked like the best travelling companion.

This finally left the... two mages? The grimy, bloody one was obviously a mage, and would need protection. It looked like the man even needed help standing up. Harvan shuddered, worried that he would be stuck helping keep that one safe, although if he was covered in that much blood the mage might never be near enough to danger to need protection. There was also the young human woman. She looked like a noble and didn't seem particularly well armored. Harvan assumed that she was a mage, she had that look, especially if she has travelled far wearing the clothes she was. Again, he was always happy to put a shield between himself and a comrade but it is hard to judge how much help a magic user needs.

Realizing he was getting nowhere Harvan pulled out a small bag of multi-sided charms, each decorated with small inscriptions. Silently asking if he should join this quest Harvan dropped them on the table, making as little noise as possible. Harvan deflated a little as he looked at the stones. His Grandmother had taught him the basics of throwing rune stones but he usually couldn't get more than a simple yes or no answer out of them, and whatever he was looking at right now was far too nuanced for him to read. Harvan went to pick them back up but stopped as he felt eyes on him. He realized he didn't manage to cast them as serruptitiously as he was hoping. Harvan wasn't sure who was watching him but he stopped and mimed studying them a little harder. He then swept them into the bag and stood up. "I would be honored to join this endeavor. You have my help." He then bowed and sat back down. Harvan had no idea how he looked.

Hopefully not as silly as he felt.


Looks like I just got the go ahead to join! I'll have a CS up by tomorrow. I'm looking forward to playing with you all!
I am here expressing my interest. It looks like you're full so I shall consider myself wait listed :)
I am interested in this game, are you still recruiting? I took a look at the OOC and this looks really interesting :)
Hey all! I just wanted to get myself out there to you all. I am a long time RPG player.I run a bunch of stuff over Roll20 but don't have time to actually play. I'm new to the PbP scene but I'm hoping this will scratch my itch to develop my own character :D
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