forum DnD because I can (closed)

Started December 18, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

I don't care…//
I'm indesisve,.//

Okay?//

(;-;

i’m being left out by two of my favorite people ever)

Have some uncooked noodles and hot tea.//

Le gasp Fine, tater tots?//

(wait if you still have the uncooked noodles and hot tea I'll take them)

Yes! You can have them//

Pushes the response button to Eris//

Meh… Y'all will see how Mult is very quickly.//

Tumult took a sip of her drink, her fourth one but that's not the point, and looked out the open window to watch the dark sky.

Probably.//

(OoF)

“Keen as I was upon my errand I noticed it not.” He cocked an ear and began to smile. ‘Tis like a song I have heard before.” he said tapping his foot to the rhythm. “Were it another time I would join the dancers.” His look turned shadowed for a moment. “But today is not a day of mirth. It would be unfaithful to rejoice while my brother perhaps be held in captivity.”

Fea nodded solemnly, her eyes storming over. She understood how the male felt. It seemed wrong to be enjoying the music, but the central bard had a type of magic about him that was undeniable. She patted Rogin's arm gently. "We will find our missing ones."
A familiar form shifted behind Rogin and Fea's eyes snapped to them. "Mult?!" She called over the music.

Tumult heard the faint sound of her name over the loud music, her head shot up. Her eyes were wide, her thinking one of the groups that had been chasing her had finally caught up to her. She swiftly stood up, making her way towards the voice. "Wait… Fea?"

"By the stars! It is you!" Fea reached out and pulled Mult into a tight hug. "What are you doing here?" The real question she wanted to ask was, what was with this tavern. Something was afoot. Magic fluttering to and fro. She eyed the youthful bard again. Hmmmm…

"Yes, it is me. Who is this? Did you find yourself a partner?" Mult asks, tilting her head and raising a white eyebrow in question. She shrugged herself out of the hug, patting Fea's shoulder instead.

“My name is Rogin. We have met only now, though she has graciously agreed to help me in my plight.” He looked Mult over, “Who might you be?”

"Ah!" Fea turned to look at Rogin, her eyes fluttering up and down his form. She glanced back at Mult, confused. Surely, she did not mean for me to mate with him? There was nothing wrong with Rogin, but Fea was certainly no currently in the market for a mate. Then it dawned on her. 'Partner' must mean something different in her culture.
She blushed, embarrassed at her blunder. "We have just met." she murmured.

Mult gave a smile. "Okay then! What are you discussing and can we please leave the tavern, I am currently on the run." She asked, taking note of the flustered look on Fea's face. Oh I know exactly what it means

“Please.” said Rogin, “Not yet. I am here for information about the disappearance of a friend. How much do you know?”