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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 15:32:20 GMT -4
He erupts from his chair and rushes over."healer how bad is it?"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 15:34:15 GMT -4
The Dragonborn and the Human work together to bring the elf over to the hearth. The human picks her up initially, but the Dragonborn easily lift her from his arms and places her by the hearth. The human places his fine cloak around her in attempt to keep her warm, while the Dragonborn call upon some Divine entity for aid in healing the elf.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 15:38:31 GMT -4
He erupts from his chair and rushes over."healer how bad is it?" "There is no need for worry. She will be fine." he replies in a rumbling voice. "She just needs some time to rest" He looks to the barmaid, "And Keylen? Perhaps a warm meal?" Keylen looks up "Oh of course! and runs to the kitchen.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 15:42:40 GMT -4
with a troubled look on his face he starts stroking his mustache" would could have happen to the poor lass" looks over at the bar maid" ill pay for any expense for her"
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Jan 24, 2016 15:55:18 GMT -4
The gnome, having only been staring in shock as the situation unfolded, snaps to and quickly hobbles over to the fallen elven woman. He nearly pushes himself over trying to force his way to the front of the crowd. He sees her covered in the fine cloak, and the Dragonborn keeping a close eye on her. "She looks likes she's suffered quite a beating. What do you suppose could have happened?"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 16:02:26 GMT -4
The light from the Dragonborn's hand fades into the elf's chest. "I know not little Gnome." "Everyone as you were, she will be taken care of" Without question or concern, everyone begins to make their way back to their original seat. The Dragonborn seems to command tremendous respect among these people
Keylen returns with a hot bowl of vegetable soup and a bread half and hand it to Amarthon. "Thank you Keylen" he places his hand on her head. "Why don't you go back to tending the tavern?" Keylen blushes and nods her head, and makes her way back to the bar.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 16:15:03 GMT -4
The Night is late and most of the patrons have retired for the night. A cot has been brought down from upstairs and the elf has been placed in it by the fire. Amarthon encourages everyone to get some rest, he will stay by the elf's side.
Morning comes and Amarthon can be found leaned back in his chair, head down, snoring as he sleeps. A cold meal and drink sit on the table by him.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 16:24:01 GMT -4
waking early he moves to the common room. Seeing the sleeping dragonborn sleeping and the elf still wrapped in his cloak he nods stroking his mustache. he heads to the bar but no one can be seen so he just heads to a chair near the fire. the fire is low from the night so he builds it up and sits down taking out a pipe and watches the fire grow to a nice blaze.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 20:47:44 GMT -4
Keylen comes out from a room in the back, the smell of baking bread follows her. She moves to the bar and begins her rounds for the day. A few villagers enter and order food for breakfast, warming themselves by the fire on this cool morning before beginning their day. You hear villagers outside walking about, some sounds of metal and woodworking. Amarthon wakes, lets out a yawn showing his long point tongue and many razor sharp teeth. He motions to Keyleth who acknowledges him and moves to the back room. Before long see comes out with some warm black water, and a fresh loaf of bread. Amarthon hands her a coin, she blushes thanking him. He then looks to her and motions towards the mustached human and the elf and you hear him mention the Gnome.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 21:05:50 GMT -4
He waves at the Amarthon and tilts his head towards him"good work last night. You truly have a gift for healing." he nods his head towards the elf " lass must have been through hell and back to still be sleeping" he takes a drag of his pipe and looks at Amarthon" You seem to hold great favor with these villages. Now there must be a tale behind that and i am always seeking new stories"
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Jan 24, 2016 21:07:13 GMT -4
The gnome emerges from one of the rooms into the main tavern which is already gently bustling with the hungry morning crowd. He surveys the hum of townsfolk, seeking out familiar faces from the night before, as well as keeping an eye on the elven girl still resting in her same place before the hearth. Among the guests he spots the familiar large Dragonborn and a bard, both which stuck out to him. Yawning and pulling his gadgeted wizard robes about him, he evoked a quick little spark of lightning around himself to get his gears turning in the early hours and groggily made his way over two the fire. "Good morning to you both." He said addressing the two patrons from the evening prior. "I hope you slept well, considering the commotion." He took a soft glance at the sleeping elf. "I do hope she wakes soon. Hipefully we might find out more about what happened."
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 21:12:46 GMT -4
He waves at the Amarthon and tilts his head towards him"good work last night. You truly have a gift for healing." he nods his head towards the elf " lass must have been through hell and back to still be sleeping" he takes a drag of his pipe and looks at Amarthon" You seem to hold great favor with these villages. Now there must be a tale behind that and i am always seeking new stories" "mmmh, thank you" he grumbles. "And yes the people in this area are quite fond of me, I am a..." he pauses for a moment looking for the right word "..peacekeeper of these lands. Many years ago I led a small village in defense of a large goblin attack. After that I was granted the title of Arbiter by the Golden King, charged with defending the people of the Kingdoms." Keylen comes out from the backroom and places some bread and drink before you, looks to the Gnome and quickly scurries back to the kitchen. Amarthon nods to you.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 21:17:25 GMT -4
The gnome emerges from one of the rooms into the main tavern which is already gently bustling with the hungry morning crowd. He surveys the hum of townsfolk, seeking out familiar faces from the night before, as well as keeping an eye on the elven girl still resting in her same place before the hearth. Among the guests he spots the familiar large Dragonborn and a bard, both which stuck out to him. Yawning and pulling his gadgeted wizard robes about him, he evoked a quick little spark of lightning around himself to get his gears turning in the early hours and groggily made his way over two the fire. "Good morning to you both." He said addressing the two patrons from the evening prior. "I hope you slept well, considering the commotion." He took a soft glance at the sleeping elf. "I do hope she wakes soon. Hipefully we might find out more about what happened." "Good morning...Wizard? And I slept beautifully, slept through much worse situations myself." The Dragonborn asks." Keylen comes out from the kitchen and places food and drink before you as well. "As for the elf, I wonder when she will wake... maybe she could shed some light upon her dramatic entrance." Amarthon begins to fiddle and play with his shield, resting against his table.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 21:23:49 GMT -4
Grabbing his mug of hot tea and a heel of bread he begins to munch on his meal wit ha thoughtful look on his face." Tell me Amarthon what region is this i have traveled for almost a week and this is the first village i have seen im not sure what land i am in"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 21:35:24 GMT -4
Grabbing his mug of hot tea and a heel of bread he begins to munch on his meal wit ha thoughtful look on his face." Tell me Amarthon what region is this i have traveled for almost a week and this is the first village i have seen im not sure what land i am in" He chuckles to himself, a deep guttural sound. "You are in the land of Drakken, the Great Empire of the Dragonborn. More specifically the Dwarven Kingdom of Obsidium" "Where do you hail from? I've not seen someone of your... overly charismatic nature before. As I'm sure you've noticed you look very out of place in this area of our land"
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