[center][h3]Darunia[/h3][/center]

Sips wasn’t at the bar at the moment, and instead it was one of the barmaids, a brunette with freckles and a low cut dress. Part of her bangs, while neatly combed, seemed to always cover part of her face, giving her a somewhat shy and demure look. [b]”Welcome to the Drunken Dragon traveler. We have plenty of local drinks on tap at the moment, such as ale and beers if you’re wanting something cheap. If you want try one of our imported ales, we have Pegasus Ale, an Arborean favorite that is popular in both Shara and Arun, it’s a light beer with a light brown color. Highborn is a very fancy Allemantheian favorite. This classy brew is imported directly from the desert jewel and finishing smooth. It has a very distinguishable golden color. We also carry the Magic Hammer. A popular mead with a minty bite that is mass produced by the Mysterium using arcane means. Almost clear like water and much stronger than normal ales.”[/b]

The girl handed Darunia a menu written in common. The handwriting was quite good and the parchment was made of sheep wool bound between two wooden plates, making it sturdy but light. The cover depicted a more detailed drawing of the Drunken Dragon while also mentioning the names of the tavern own and co-owner, Sips Hearthfire and Revas Flameblade. The inner menu consisted almost entirely of different types of drinks and brews, with a small section at the bottom reserved for juices. It was quite a large variety of drinks for such a small town. The back of the menu had a relatively smaller list of food, most of it various types of grilled or fried meats and vegetables. The barmaid continued offering drink suggestions to Darunia.

[b]”If wine is more your flavor, we do offer a small selection of imported wines. Popolo and Elinette is a pinkish light wine developed by a private Pora Elinu brewing company. Though not much is known about the company, their drinks are plentiful and delicious, personally I drink it with a cheese platter. Noblesse, from the same brewers who made the Pegasus Ale, is also a popular yellow and medium bodied wine. Affordable for the working man who wants a taste of class. And finally we have the Dancer and Prancer. It’s a sweet berry wine with an almost velvet color. Specialty brewed by a partnership between high elf and castanic vintners. As for rooms, it would cost you 5 silvers per night, though that also comes with a complimentary two meals a day, breakfast and dinner. For an additional 2 silvers we’ll also make you a Drunken Dragon specialty, a Noodle Bag! Our very own Sips has been specializing in a new form of trail ration in the form of reusable and even edible bags filled with noodles and other tasty treats, good to eat warm or cold, and could be cook as easily as putting the bag into a pot of boiling water.”[/b]

[@The Large Dumbo]

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[center][h3]Jarynth | Shem’et[/h3][/center]

[b]”Excellent, excellent. Just allow me to do a quick appraisal and give you your change.”[/b] Barthen says as he takes the gemstone and compares it to his samples in a book he had on hand, as well as giving it a look through his small magnifying eyepiece. It wasn’t the most expensive gem he’s ever come across, but not entirely worthless either. He’d value it at 10 gold, and so he’d give Shem’et the appropriate amount of change after her purchase. As Barthen was doing so a new customer came in, a newcomer from the look of it. [b]”Greetings! Welcome to Barthen’s Bartered Goods, I am Barthen. If there’s anything you’re looking for please let me know, if it’s not in the shop I may have it in the back.”[/b]

After the introductory greeting he turned his attention back to Shem’et and nodded. [b]”I’m looking for some medicinal herbs that I wish to sell in my next caravan. It’s about the right time for them to be ready for harvest, so grab as many as you can! I’ll pay you by the pound.  It’s called Greenwarish, looks like this. ”[/b] Barthen tapped on a poster next to him showing the sketch of the herb. Then he sighed, though it wasn’t a sad one so much as a disappointed one. [b]”Tis a shame that we can’t really make any proper medicine from it. Medicine made from it would be more potent, easier to transport, and makes for a better profit, but Sips has no interest in letting me use his casks to seep the herbs. Alcohol can help with the desiccating process. Don’t suppose you’d be interested in that sort of venture?”[/b] Barthen asks this question mainly towards Shem’et but Jarynth was close enough to hear as well.

[@Black Keys][@ihinka]

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[center][h3]Ethan[/h3][/center]

Ethan managed to get into the village easily enough. Compared to the Frontier Town, it was pretty small; while most of the buildings were together and there was a fence between the village and the forest, it was nowhere near as defensible and lacked any major buildings aside from what appeared to be some sort of shrine at the center of town. There were plenty of women milling about going about their daily lives, checking on laundry, taking care of children, or cooking. The men were nowhere to be seen though a few were walking around the village, sweat dripping off of their brows as they hauled shovels and tools over their shoulders. This appeared to be mainly a farming town.

As Ethan was walking around a small group of children spotted him. The leader of a bunch, a rather mischievous looking young boy missing a few teeth, came up to him with his fellows in tow. [b]”Hey! Hey mister! You look new. Really new! Bet you never been around these parts of the woods huh?”[/b] The kid could tell from how tired Ethan was, as his body was still exhausted from his frantic running from the bloodhawks. He had some sort of wooden box with him. [b]”Tell you what mister, today is your lucky day! I got me this uh, a box of knives! But not just any knives! Folding knives!”[/b] Sure enough the child opened the box and it was filled with strange looking wooden handles. He took one of the handles out and, pushing on a small metal nob, he flipped a small razor blade out. Wasn’t really a very big knife for fighting, but it could be useful for eating a meal, cutting some rope, or shaving.

[b]”One knife for one silver! How about it mister?”[/b]


[@Searat]

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[center][h3]Livia | Katherine[/h3][/center]

Maeda just smiled as she watched the two sisters throw their verbal barbs at each other. As tempting as it was to make them get along through force, Maeda would allow them to be catty so long as they don’t waste the entire afternoon insulting one another. In any case, business came before pleasure. Looking to Livia, Maeda handed the woman a book from her shelf. It the title on the spine was in elvish, and it translated into “Frothy Tales of Conquest”. [color=fff200]”About an hour or two’s walk outside of the town is a farming village. There should be an elven family there that raises auroches. I believe one of the bulls have gotten too old to continue breeding, so I suspect he would be a good candidate for the soul gem. Give the breeder’s wife this book, in exchange for the beast. And while you’re at it, do try and bring back some meat. Auroch tenderloin tastes better with age.”[/color]

After giving Livia the book Maeda turned to Katherine. She still remembered the light flirting that Katherine told her, and Maeda debated returning the favor. Katherine wanted to know more about Maeda, so this was as good of a chance as any. [color=fff200]”I am merely a teacher here in this small town lonely town in the frontier. Nothing more nothing less… Of course as a teacher, I’m always willing to offer private studies for those who want to learn more.”[/color] Maeda giggled a little before standing up, and with a wave of her hand she had her tea set cleaned up and put to the side. 

[color=fff200]”Perhaps after today’s work is finished, we can discuss personal business. Until then, it’s about time that my children return to class, and I to teach them.”[/color]

[@Rune_Alchemist][@Pyromania99]

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[center][h3]Antaeus[/h3][/center]

As Antaeus climbed the tree, the White Stag and the mysterious young girl continued to grapple one another. Though she had handfuls of the beast’s fur, she hardly had a solid grip as the mighty beast began to kick and buck, trying to throw her off. Sure enough in the immense struggle he is able to toss the girl onto the ground where she nearly loses her breath. The great beast lifts his front legs forward, ready to smash them into the silver-haired lass. But she didn’t come to this world to be put down like an animal, by an animal. As the White Stag reared up his legs, the Silver Girl shot back onto her feet and lunged towards the stag, wrapping her arms around his front legs and pushing against him. The beast, surprising at this human’s aggressive actions, was too unbalanced to simply push her back again. What was even more surprising was that despite being almost ten times smaller than the stag, she had no difficulties against the great beast’s weight.

In fact it looks like she was starting to carry it.

[color=silver]”GIMME MY JACKET YOU STUPID HORNY BASTARD! I’M GOING TO MAKE STEAKS OUT OF YOUR [I]ASS[/I]!!!”[/color]


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White Stag Shove against the Silver Girl = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11874]18[/url]/[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11879]23[/url]
Silver Girl’s Resist against the Shove = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11875]10[/url]

The White Stag throws the girl off by ten feet, then approaches her.

Silver Girl Grappling the White Stag = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11876]16[/url]
White Stag Resista against Grappling = [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11877]13[/url]/[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11878]8[/url]

The girl grapples the White Stag from below, and is now in the process of lifting him off of hi’s feet.
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[@Zeroth]

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[center][h3]Kael[/h3][/center]

[color=ed1c24]”That took fifteen seconds. Not bad! Most people take about twenty or so seconds when they first start out, but you’re doing just as good as a proper militaman!”[/color] Ashley says encouragingly. Just then, the man she spoke to from before came back, carrying a suit of armor and a few rather large bags, the same one that some of the other trainees were exercising with. Ashley just smiled as she crossed her arms and looked at Kael. [color=ed1c24]”Of course, a proper militaman doesn’t fight empty handed protected with nothing heavier than a cotton shirt. This is your trainie armor! Fits almost like a proper set of armor, though it’s more heavy than protective. Wear this so you know how to get used to wearing armor in the long run. It might not feel like too much of a burden at first when you’re just standing around, but you’ll definitely notice how much harder it is to move when you actually have to run. You’ll also need these.”[/color] Ashely went to the bags, opening one and revealing a big wooden shield and another big wooden sword. She also grabbed another sack, though instead of looking inside of it, she simply slipped it over Kael’s shoulders like a backpack after he gets his armor on.

[color=ed1c24]”This is the minimal equipment of proper militaman would be expected to carry. His armor, his sword and shield, and a backpack full of supplies to survive out on the open road. That’s about a hundred pounds worth of stuff. Now I want you to do the same thing as before, run from one side of the training field and back, and see how fast you are this time.”[/color]


[@Guy0fV4lor]

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[center][h3]Sihlas[/h3][/center]

As Sihias approached the townhall, he would soon be met by Dormic. He was just leaving when he too spots the newcomer and waves him down. [color=a2d39c]”Hello there! Another traveler coming to our fine village I see. Sorry that you missed the open orientation with the other newcomers, however I can still help you in anyway I can. Unfortunately, if you want any vouchers, you’ll have to come back tomorrow. I have to get more from Sips you see. In any case, my name is Dormic, a simply healer in this town. To whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?”[/color] As Dormic spoke to Sihias, a large turtle man was also making his way over. He had a rather intricate looking stringed instrument on his back, like some sort of harp, as he walked right to Dormic. The young man waved at the tortle, exchanging a fist bump with one another as the tortle wordlessly just hung around Dormic. [color=a2d39c]”This Tortle is my fiend, Ntaj Yaj. He’s a quiet, but a good man.”[/color]

[@Kangutso]