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Post by Daos on Mar 1, 2021 15:40:24 GMT -8
Daos looks around to see if any of these adventurers are still up, out of curiosity. As for Daos himself, he is half-elven man in his late thirties. He is thin and lanky in build. He has short, dirty blond hair. His eyes are hazel and his skin is very pale, suggesting he spends a lot of time indoors. He wears purple robes that have begun to fade from constant wear and tear.
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Post by Zalphier on Mar 1, 2021 19:50:45 GMT -8
The noise of a new figure entering the room draws the half closed eyes of a silver scaled dragonborn initially kneeling by one of the beds. His hands unclasp the holy symbol, allowing it fall back against him as he pushes himself back up to standing. The nearly seven foot tall Atrel takes heavy steps towards Daos and others, even out of the weighty looking chainmail still lying on the bed next to a small collection of weapons that appear to have been freshly tended to. As he draws up to the newcomers Atrel's purple reptilian eyes look them over curiously, and when he's finally standing next to them, the slightly point mouth parts to reveal the predatorial pointed teeth as he takes a breath.
"Atrel Crestnell, paladin of T'Rack," he said in a voice much younger than his appearance would suggest, almost teenage even as he sported a wide and slightly embarrassed grin. "It's a pleasure to finally meet ya my new comrades in arms. Fancy a game of dice?" He asked pulling a set from his pocket.
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Post by Incendax on Mar 2, 2021 0:57:16 GMT -8
Merry is passed out within his own bedchamber, with the door cracked open wide enough that anybody can see him flopped across it. His tousled blonde hair has been bleached by long hours in the sun, and he hasn't even bothered to take off his priestly vestments. Those are a somewhat sharp contrast between extremely plain and intricate: a common black cassock bound with a couple of large wooden buttons, and an emerald green stole with swirling golden patterns embroidered down the length of it.
And then the snoring stops, probably being roused by the sound of voices coming from beyond his room. A plaintive groan comes from within, and he groggily pops himself up on one arm.
"Mmm.. what? Dice?"
He finally cranes himself up and out of bed, stretching a bit at the waist, before he ambles out with a sleepy expression painted large across his face.
"Hullo. Merry. Are you some of the folk I'm supposed to be working with, starting tomorrow?"
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Post by stanleyindraven on Mar 2, 2021 6:07:38 GMT -8
A soft song plays in one of the rooms, words that are not loud enough to discern, but the melody seems familiar.
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Post by Daos on Mar 2, 2021 15:15:01 GMT -8
At six feet in height, Daos is quite tall for a half-elf. But even he is forced to crane his neck a bit to look at the dragonborn before him. "Uh, well met," he says. He then turns to the other human who has just arrived. "Nice to meet you both. I am Daos Soulstaff, and this is Qurrak," he says, gesturing to the minotaur at his side. "And yes, I believe we are to be working together soon, although I'm not really sure on the details."
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Post by Incendax on Mar 2, 2021 17:18:42 GMT -8
Merry blinks up at the towering form of the minotaur, then at the dragonborn a moment later, and finally around to the half-elf that introduces himself. He starts doing some mental arithmetic, and realizes he's the smallest one standing around in the hallway. But that gets interrupted as he remembers his manners, and he tucks an arm to his waist and offers a respectful bow.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mister Daos, and Mister Qurrak. And yeah, same here about the details. I know it's supposed to be important, but whatever it is... I'm ready to do my best."
He pauses a moment and vigorously rubs away some of the sleep from his eyes. It doesn't help much, he's still got some dark circles there from long nights awake during the trip to the capital.
"My main focus is strengthening those on my team, and keeping everyone working together. Basically, I see a problem and try to fix it, so everyone else can focus on the task. What about the rest of you? Any particular preference when you're working together?"
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Post by Zalphier on Mar 2, 2021 19:50:29 GMT -8
Seeing as they didn't really gather much interest, Atrel stows the dice back in his pocket before replying. "Can't say I'm too certain about the job myself. Was between assignments when the offer came around and I was recommended. Course I wasn't about to turn down the chance for an adventure anyways," he added with another grin. "Heard we're heading out in the morning though, so hopefully we won't be in the dark for too much longer." Atrel was then quiet as Merry listed off what they were good at doing, and figuring his own introduction could do with some added detail, chimed in afterwards.
"I can take a punch and throw one back even harder," Atrel said excitedly with balled up fists, but they relax a moment later. "The commander also said that I show some unusual talent with magic, but I'm not so sure. Plus casting spells at bandits just doesn't sound quite as satisfying as defeating them blade to blade."
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Post by Daos on Mar 2, 2021 21:19:25 GMT -8
"I am a practitioner of the arcane arts," Daos says. "Although I usually go the non-lethal route, when I'm able to. By the way, where is that music coming from?" he asks, looking around curiously. "It sounds familiar."
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Post by stanleyindraven on Mar 3, 2021 5:25:35 GMT -8
The music stops and a door creaks open. Behind it is an attractive young man with brightly colored clothes. "Oh, hello, wasn't expecting anyone else until morning. I am Aaron, well met." He steps out of the room with his hand stretched out. Aaron is rather short for a human, maybe half-elf, but the ears are wrong. He has long black hair and pale blue eyes.
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Post by Incendax on Mar 3, 2021 8:42:11 GMT -8
Merry waits his turn after Daos, and whoever else wants to shake the musicians hand, then gives it a hearty shake. His hands are calloused and scarred from long hours doing some manner of manual labor. The rest of him didn't look so hardened, maybe even youthful if you didn't count the sun bleaching, but those hands were rough.
"Hey, pleasure to meet you. I really liked that tune you were playing. What was the name of it?"
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Post by Daos on Mar 3, 2021 15:09:06 GMT -8
"Well met," Daos says after shaking the newcomer's hand.
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Post by Zalphier on Mar 4, 2021 6:04:44 GMT -8
Atrel waits his turn and when it finally is, he's sure to give a vigorous and firm handshake along with a "Nice to meet ya," to Aaron before stepping back and quietly waiting to hear the answers to the other's questions.
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Post by stanleyindraven on Mar 4, 2021 8:16:48 GMT -8
"Oh, just Galadir's Lament. Although I like to make it a little happier," Aaron smiles as he shakes their hands in round.
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Post by Incendax on Mar 4, 2021 14:41:36 GMT -8
Merry has no idea who Galadir is, or why he laments, but he offers a wistful smile to the musician on context clues alone.
"Well, it was lovely. Thank you for sharing it. As for everyone else, I heard there was a game of dice being offered? Care to join?"
Nevermind he wasn't the one to offer dice in the first place. He does waggle a finger to give credit to Atrel for the suggestion.
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Post by Daos on Mar 4, 2021 15:42:48 GMT -8
"What are the stakes?" Daos asks. "I'm not exactly flushed with coin at the moment," he admits, a bit sheepishly. And didn't have very much faith in his own luck, for that matter, either.
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