Ellri

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Done. Sent you everything you asked for.

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Presuming that on the table for Expenses the price for mead is roughly equivalent as what it says ale costs.

Note: using Waterdhavian currency:
Platinum piece: "sun"
Gold piece: "dragons"
Electrum piece: "sambar"
Silver piece: "shard"
Copper piece: "nib"

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As the bard told her joke, Lauk sat there listening. She laughed at her own joke. He stared. Then he chuckled slightly about half a minute later, having successfully analyzed the unfamiliar joke. These people really were strange. _{(Insight vs. joke: 14)}

After a while, one of the wandering barmaids walked close by and he signaled for a tankard of honeyed mead, which arrived reasonably fast, paying her the cost of four nibs and whispered "for you." as he passed over two additional nibs. It never hurt to be on the good side of the serving staff.

"Esvelle, you say? Interesting." He thought over what he knew about the quest they had been given and realized he knew far less than he preferred. Still, surely something would be given eventually. Not often parties like theirs were hired to delve into the underground. Certainly shouldn't be any wars down below Waterdeep. Or so he thought, at least. Though it could be that they would be teleported somewhere, he supposed. 'Oh well, time will tell...' he thought to himself as he settled down with the mead to await the last two.

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you did pick up something:

Ale.

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heh. Lauk has better magic for that purpose. And plans for using it. still, If requested, it can be provided.

[Abandoned] Dervan Brovan | Imperial Pilot

Review of ThiefOnAGoose's Dervan Brovan

• Good grammar isn’t required, the OoC section is just as much for other players as it is for the GMs. A player that doesn’t like going above two paragraphs per post and who doesn’t care overmuch about grammar probably won’t have all that much interest in collaborating with someone that prefers twelve paragraphs or more.
  
  Oh, and your evil laughter? Far too short. Clearly.
• Pureblood percentage: Essentially all imperial humans have some Sith pureblood ancestry, but generally only those with relatively close ancestors have visible traits. Most only have a few percent.
• Rank: Ruby sent you something on that.
• While not required, it would be nice to have numbers for height and such in metric units too.
  
  Interesting that you brought in allergies…
• Suggestion: Replace the arachnophobia with a phobia-like fear of something more likely to be encountered. Perhaps mynocks? Or perhaps Nexu. Or perhaps nexu is reasonable to be afraid of.
  If you chose something like mynocks you could have him get violent towards them if possible, going out of his way to harm them?
  Mind you, these are only suggestions.
• Suggestion: nationalistic zeal → Excessive zeal and disobedience
• Dromund Kaas is the planet, the city is simply Kaas City.
• Suggestion: Add something to failures about his unsuitability for command?
• Something feels off about the interview… It feels incomplete. We also doubt that someone second in their class would be granted the rank of private.
  Also, it doesn’t say all that much about him. Perhaps add a couple of other sections about him (not necessarily related to the first)?

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not sure Mae defined anything beyond evening.

It is a fine evening in the city of Waterdeep and the usual suspects are gathered in the Yawning Portal tavern.

Mae

We did define it as dark outside, though @Cao the Exiled.

We'll keep Dancing Lights, for better or worse.

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Tortoise != tortle.

On some level we ponder about which cantrip is most advantageous... light or dancing lights...

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who cares about how others look at you. They're only humans, elves, etc... They'll stare anyways.

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Even from the outside, the Yawning Portal tavern was clearly lively this night. The hub-hub of lively behavior could easily be heard from the street. Slowly a hulking figure made its way towards one of the tavern’s double doors. While not tall for a human, the figure was considerably wider of shoulder and body, with thick legs. It clearly wasn’t in any rush, but also clearly was planning to travel if the amount of goods and equipment it carried was any indication.

The doors’ well-oiled hinges moved soundlessly as he pulled them open, stepping inside. Where he had been a dark figure that wasn’t easy to tell much about out in the dark street, the light inside the Yawning Portal was more than sufficient to illuminate his body. While burdened with some equipment, the figure was quite unusual, even more so than the lizardfolk who just shouted out about meat as he stepped inside. His thick, tree-trunk-like legs were tough-looking, perhaps indicative of significant strength, rising up to a thick, black-and-purple tortoise-like shell out from which poked a short tail.

He looked neither young nor old, his eyes almost glowing in the light of the fires within. Scanning the room, he did not need much time to find some of his compatriots at a table right next to the stony wall surrounding the hole for which the tavern was named. He stomped over, shaking off a few droplets of water from the rain outside, then seated himself on a stool with his back to the fireplace to dry off, his thick, wooden staff casually leaning against his shoulders, a couple of the numerous leather bands attached to it hanging down loosely.

Sitting silently he listened to the song of another of his companions, waiting to speak until after she finished up. It was a nice song, one that was clearly made near oceans, but which sparked memories of his home that was both similar to and worlds different from the oceans. Eventually, her song stilled, being replaced with the somewhat boisterous cheering from the tavern’s current denizens.

“So. What be happening? Why did you call me here? And where’s the honeyed mead?” He knew perfectly well why, but he wanted to hear it anyways.