Sai sat at the bar, observing everyone as they drank their booze. It was time to find some victims to prank and probably steal from, a usual Saturday. They raised an eyebrow at the person that was leaving the tavern, lookinf uncomfortable. Hm… She was with the dragonborn a moment ago, wasn't she?
Astra sat in the corner of the bar, in a booth. She's already had some drinks because she's quite the alcoholic. She focused her attention on the dragonborn rather than the half-orc. She's seen a few dragonborns before, but this one seemed to stand out to her.
(aww…I was gone for so long….and the rp died :( does anyone want to give this rp a second chance? I would love for it to continue if everyone else does…. )
I'd like that.//
(That'd be cool)
(Ah sorry I'm back! I've been super busy the past few weeks and kind of forgot about Notebook…)
Kirogar was aware of the eyes watching her, but as always she ignored them. Half-orcs weren't too common this close to Taefen, or at all really, so it wasn't like this staring thing was new to her. She hadn't, however, expected everyone to be this casual about a dragonborn.
Her stomach growled at her, complaining about the lack of food. Kiro sighed and turned away from the door, heading back to the bar to get a quick breakfast to go. Hopefully no one would ask too many questions.
Tazlin stumbled his way over to the half-orc. His drunkenness making him unbalanced and disabling his filters. The first thing he said before properly introducing himself was; "Where you going? Your pack seems a bit full." His words slurred only a little. He was able to pronounce the words, but even then…it was obvious that he had been drinking way to long.
He's already drunk? This early in the morning? Kiro thought to herself as she forced a smile and turned to face the dragonborn.
"Just headin' out for the day." She replied simply, a bit of exaggerated perkiness to her voice. She gestured to her large backpack. "I like to be prepared for anything."
A little bit too loudly, Tazlin laughed. For literally no apparent reason. "What's your name, orc?" Tazlin downed the rest of the drink in front of him.
"Half-orc, actually," She corrected him quietly, hesitating before she continued. "And my name is Kiro."
Kirogar knew better than to give her full name to strangers, so she decided to stick with her nickname for now. There was a slightly awkward pause before she decided to continue the conversation politely. "What about you?"
"Ah, half-orc. I could tell." Tazlin seemed to make less and less sense as the conversation went along. "The name is Tazlin," he smiled, showing off his pearly white teeth. "Where are you headed off to?" Tazlin asked, seriously becoming annoying with all his questions.
"I'm just going outside," Kiro responded, technically not lying. "What's with all the questions, Tazlin?" She looked around the tavern, carefully watching to see if anyone was eavesdropping on them.
(hey lads, would it be alright if I joined? I'm very experienced with D&D but not so much with rping)
(sure go ahead!)
(here's his character sheet)
Name: Endan Randrat
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: High Elf
Class: Sorcerer
Personality: Endan gives off a stuffy, aloof air. Being raised in a noble household, he prides himself on maintaining a show of chivalry and courtesy. He despises disrespect (unless he has deemed the individual unworthy of respect.) Despite this, he comes off as slightly rude. He adores most figures of nobility or authority and as a result, tends to put more faith in them than they're worth. Despite his haughtiness, he is not with redeemable qualities. He's extremely respectful to the ladies of the court (woman respecter 9000) and is knowledgeable of history, manners, and communication. While not a sweet talker, he has been educated in the art of conversation and has many higher up connections.
Appearance: Being a high elf, Endan has generally more angular features. He has a ruddy complexion with cheeks that are often tinged red, as though he has been out in the cold for too long. His pupils are shaped like a cat's, and his eye color changes. Normally, his iris' present as a dark -almost black- blue. When using his magic, however, they become a stark bright blue. At night, if a light is shined in his face, they're reflective (like an animal's.) He generally wears some type of formal wear, favoring a navy suit with golden lapels.
Weapons: Endan is a sorcerer, thus, he fights mostly with channeling magic through his body. However, in emergencies or cases in which he can't use his magic, he has a sword holstered to his hip. He can technically also channel his magic through this sword, but the process exhausts him quickly and is much less powerful.
Armor: Medium armor (also navy with gold accents. Endan is nothing if not dramatic.)
Spell Focus: Ice/frost
Backstory: Born to a noble family in Spalding, Endan grew up groomed as the heir of his families prestigious trading company and estate. He lived pampered in this way unchanged until the age of 13. On his 13th birthday, while running through the fields behind his estate, Endan tripped and went careening hundreds of feet down a canyon. When he was found hours later, he had miraculously survived and was incased in ice, feet thick. This experience was traced back to an ancient legend of fantastic magical powers manifesting in young boys who'd had near death encounters. Legend says that they were blessed by the Gods, and their survival meant they were destined to change the course of history (if they continue to live on past adulthood.) After this experience, Endan's family hired dozens of scholars and mentors to teach him to control his powers, but even now he struggles with the occasional spurt of power.
Other: Being an elf, he has racial traits that enable him to speak both common and elvish. (Unbeknownst to him and his party members, he can also speak celestial. Whether or not this comes into play isn't up to me :D)
Endan doesn't curse, as he finds it uncouth
"Excuse me, madam." Maneuvering around Kiro, Endan attempted to enter the tavern. "Ah, excuse…" Endan's head tilted back further and further until he met the eyes of the dragonborn standing in front of him. He blinked before hurrying inside, not able to finish his sentence. Settling himself at one of the worn bar seats with a huff, Endan beckoned for the bartender. "Ahem. Barkeep!" He snapped his fingers until the bartender shuffled over to him, their eyes dark with annoyance.
"What can I get for you, buddy?"
Endan laughed. "Oh, please! You may simply call me sir." Before the shocked and disgruntled bartender could respond, he continued, "and please, I'd like something fruity. With a bit of panache perhaps?" A beat passed.
"Listen, buddy. We've got beer. It's that or nothing." With that, the barman retreated to a group of regulars looking to get a morning drink.
Endan sniffed. "The nerve." Waiting for his drink, he surveyed the tavern, searching for the businessman he was to meet with at this location. "We have that enormous dragonborn beside the young orcish lady… a half-orc, perhaps. The human woman with the striking hair just there, across the bar, and…" Endan's eyes flicked behind him and met the eyes of a shockingly pale fae. "Ah! Good lord, a faerie in such a populated area? How strange…"
(bump)
"I'm just going outside," Kiro responded, technically not lying. "What's with all the questions, Tazlin?" She looked around the tavern, carefully watching to see if anyone was eavesdropping on them.
"What's wrong with questions?" Tazlin raised a scaly eyebrow.
Kiro casually moved by to let the new man by. "Lots of people have secrets. Ask too many questions and they might get suspicious of you." She told the dragonborn, a bit of annoyance creeping into her voice.
Tazlin stared down at the elf who just entered. He moved his muscly arm letting him through. His golden eyes following him to the counter. He looked back at Kiro. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."
She was surprised by the sudden apology; Kiro didn't take Tazlin to be the apologetic type. "That's…that's alright. No harm done."
Tazlin nodded and grinned, showing off his pearly teeth once again, "So, would you need any company towards your destination?" Tazlin tried to drink out of his cup, but realized it was empty. He called the bartender over and asked for just water. He figured he should probably chill with the drinks.
Some company would be nice. Not necessarily this company, but it's better than going alone. Kirogar thought for a second before responding. "Do you know your way around Taefen?"
Tazlin thought for a moment, but quickly responded, "Not really, no." Tazlin shook his head. He gulped down the rest of his water and set the cup back on the counter.
"Then company is not needed." Kirogar tried to hide her disappointment. She had been looking for someone to act as her guide in Taefen, but she supposed she'd have to look elsewhere.
"Well, just because I don't know my way around, doesn't mean I'm not good company. Also, you could show me around." Tazlin grinned.